Don’t worry, us L fans definitely exist! A is a close second for me, but L has the added advantage of having Lars to aid me in my teasing! Love your work so far and am eagerly awaiting future updates! Sending love ❤️❤️

Thank you so much!

Lars is awesome. He's the type of older brother who'd tease their siblings to the ends of the earth and back again, but if anybody dared to hurt them... well... I just hope you can run, real, damn, fast.

\/\/ The day his dads handed Lars his baby brother or sister for the first time \/\/ 😄

forehead with mc and lea perhaps?

You're having a nightmare. You can tell - you're aware of it, but you can't do anything about it. You're forced to play through the scene, cold water lapping at your waist, your hands and feet gone painfully numb as your whole body shivers violently.

You can feel the collar around your throat, rubbing your skin raw, the metal biting at your numb hands as you try to pull it free. Chains weigh you down, gradually pulling you deeper, the water rising agonizingly slow.

You've had this nightmare before - you know how it ends.

That fact doesn't stop you from waking up in a panic, grabbing at your throat, gasping and thrashing in your bedroll before you come to your senses.

You wake Lea up, too, your knee digging into their back as you struggle to throw the blankets off of yourself, hitting them more than once in your frantic state until they grab at your shoulders and say your name.

The touch - and their voice - jars you out of it, leaving you dazed, breathing hard, your hands gripping Lea's arms uncomfortably tight.

"You're alright," they're saying, and you swallow hard, the taste of saltwater still burning in the back of your throat.

"S-sorry," you blurt, but Lea just lifts their hand to gently brush your cheek, pushing your hair out of your face, their other hand moving to cup the back of your neck. They urge you forward, and you let them, leaning into them as they press their forehead to yours.

"You're alright," they say again, the words ghosting over your lips, and you breathe them in, clutching at the front of their shirt, turning your head to tuck your face into the crook of their neck.

They wrap their arms around you then, leaning back into the blankets, holding you against their chest. You close your eyes, still gripping their shirt like a lifeline, feeling the steady beat of their heart against the panicked racing of your own.

It takes a while for you to fully calm down, and Lea holds you all the while, pulling the blankets up around you and urging you to go back to sleep. You don't - you can't - but you still stay like that, not wanting to leave Lea's arms until morning.