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As Jack Rose came up the stairs a yawn escaped from his lips. His legs were screaming at him for making them practice his performance 30 times, not that the stage lights’ malfunction at try 13 didn’t help matters much since he just kept going in the dark. He very much looked forward to crashing next to his boyfriend (who had gone to bed earlier) and just sinking into the sea of comfort awaiting him. Finally after what seemed to be another hour he reached his door and opened it while giving a small wave to the cleaning maid down the hall.
The only light in the bedroom was the moon peeking between the long dark purple curtains and the glass doors leading to the balcony. Jack let out a small sigh and looked over the large canopy bed that held a slumbering Wanderlust who mumbled a little at the noise but otherwise remained in a deep sleep. Jack smiled softly and took off his blazer and began to undo his shirt. He had almost finished unbuttoning his shirt when he heard a small chuckle from the bed.
He looked over in confusion and saw Wanderlust mumbling more in his sleep and his fingers twitching as blue and purple sparkles began to swirl around his head. Jack took a step closer to his snoring boyfriend when the sparkles started to dance around him and the rest of the room. The performer watched with curiosity as the sparkles formed together into what seemed to be a scene of him performing for his fans.
Wait, is this what he’s dreaming about? Is he dreaming about me?”
Jack had to cover his mouth to keep from giggling and pulled out his vanity chair to watch his dream self continue to sing. (though it sounded more like a soft breeze than actual singing) After a few minutes of what seemed to be a normal concert when dream Jack began to shake and scream in silent pain as smoky tecticals wrapped around his wrists and throat. The real Jack sat up quickly at this sudden change of tone and looked over to Wander who had turned over and was mumbling loud enough to hear “No, n-no. I-I got him in time.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and looked back at the dream. The dream audience then shifted to look like Night Swan (Jack scooted back with slightly frightful eyes) who stalked up to dream Jack and brandished her sharp claws. She then began to strike down on dream Jack leaving deep gashes. Jack rolled up his sleeves and looked down on the scars that littered his arms. Looking up at the dream Jack could remember explaining how he got his scars to Wanderlust and how quiet he was before taking Jack into a tight hug. He had no idea that Wander felt like this about them.
Jack stood up and walked through the dream to wake up Wander, causing the sparkles to drift apart and end the scene. When Jack got closer he noticed that Wanderlust had calmed down and the sparkles floated in midair. Sighing again Jack decided to just let Wanderlust sleep and just talk to him in the morning. He took off his belt and placed it in his closet, only perking up when a sharp wind rustled his hair. Looking behind him Jack let out a small gasp at what the dream sparkles were doing now, quickly spinning together to look like a young man in a flowing robe with arrows running down the sleeves. He had what looked to be a butter knife in his right arm and he faced Wanderlust while screeching breathy insults Jack could barrel make out.
“I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. P-Please, Ale-”
Wanderlust was talking at a normal volume now and fidgeting around so much the comforter was kicked off and his bright blue skin was exposed to the bright moonlight. After Jack managed to take his eyes off Wander he focused on the male coach who was still screaming at the poor deity. The performer narrowed his eyes and quickly summoned his microphone in his hand. He honestly was too tired to muster up enough energy to wonder just who this mystery asshole was. Though his ears did perk a little when he heard Wanderlust cry out, “I didn’t even want to date you!” Jack swung and made quick waste of the nightmare, even opening the balcony door to shoo the sparkles out so they would stop torturing Wanderlust.
Wandie I love you but your magic sometimes....
"Ughhhh"
Letting out a tired groan Jack glanced over to finally see Wanderlust sleeping peacefully. He had a smile dance on his face at Wander's soft snores as he continued to undress at rapid speed and plopped down next to his boyfriend. As he pulled the covers up Wander flipped over and held Jack tight in his arms. Jack gave one last chuckle before kissing Wanderlust’s hand and burying his face in the crook of the deity’s neck.
The next morning when Jack woke up he saw Wanderlust sitting up in bed and stretching. Deciding to try and make Wanderlust feel better the performer kept his eyes closed for a few seconds more. Until he suddenly sprung onto Wanderlust and forced him to lie down again, much to the deity’s shock but also laughter. The two cuddled a bit longer with just Jack breaking the silence to ask how Wander slept last night.
“Eh pretty fifty fifty. How about you, Rosebud?”
“Well let’s just say whoever is writing my life made me work for the right to sleep,” Jack groaned into Wanderlust’s chest, confusing but amusing the deity at Jack’s little pout. He shrugged it off and continued to cuddle Jack. Though neither noticed the blue and purple sparkles floating just outside the windows.