I needed a self indulgent Jekyll and Hyde fic, so I figured I’d write a small one before I continued my next one. Anxiety and depression have hit me hard today, so I figured Jekyll would need this reminder too~
I hope you all enjoy, and sorry if the format is weird, I’m posting this from the mobile app (I also can’t put it under a cut, sorry!!).
Henry Jekyll trudged over to the wine cabinet, shoulders tensed and head hanging low. He had started overanalyzing everything that had been said between him and Lanyon the moment Lanyon slammed the door to Jekyll’s office behind him. Henry ran his hands through his hair and poured himself the first of many drinks to come. ~ It was only a little over an hour since their fight, but Jekyll had managed to consume an entire bottle of wine and, had it not been for his body’s unwillingness to move, he would’ve been on his second. He sat on the floor, slumped against the front of his chair, as he couldn’t even muster the strength to pull himself into it. Hyde, after disappearing hours earlier into the deeper regions of his “mirror realm” to rest, finally emerged silently. He watched Jekyll carefully before deciding to make himself known. “Look at you, a heap of misery. You know, this almost suits you, being alone. It’s always been that way for you, hasn’t it? Never had anyone, not really. They never understood you.” Hyde sneered as he said this, waiting for Henry to bite back and defend his friend. But for a while, Jekyll said nothing, didn’t move, didn’t even glance up. Hyde’s smug attitude was slipping with every passing moment, before Jekyll spoke at last, a broken murmur escaping through barely parted lips. “You’re right,” he was quiet and defeated, and Hyde’s mood fell completely flat. Henry continued, “You’re completely right. No one has understood my science, or supported it. Not without hesitation, and not after even one minuscule mistake.” Henry paused again, and Hyde almost spoke. Jekyll moved on before Hyde could, softly saying, “I have always been alone.” Hyde wanted to lash out at him, pour more salt in his wounds as Jekyll always claimed was his reason for being. But he couldn’t. Edward Hyde, the creature made to be evil itself, looked at his loathsome, desolate creator and felt only sympathy. The foreign feeling swelled in his chest and he slowly drifted towards Jekyll. Draping himself gently across the doctor’s shoulders, he spoke as soothingly as he could. “Henry,” he said. “You were always alone, yes. But you’re not now, not really. At the end of the day, I am always here. I know you better than anyone, I understand you and support you. Now get out all your sad, repulsive emotions, and keep going forward.” Jekyll lost a bit of tension in his shoulders. He was silent, and remained that way for the rest of the night, save for quiet hiccups and gentle cries. But Hyde knew he was grateful, and knew that Henry understood the underlying meaning to Hyde’s words. Jekyll forced himself into the chair, and Hyde moved to float across his lap. And in the morning, Jekyll smiled, small but genuine, and stepped out of his office to face the day.
Nightmares was the first fan fiction I ever wrote for Voltron, and it is BY FAR the biggest response I’ve ever gotten for something I’ve created. It’s a year later, and I am still very active in this fandom, and a lot of that has to do with the continuous comments and messages I get from you guys about this fanfic.
Thank you. So much.
This year has been very difficult for me, but Voltron and talking to you guys has been an important path of escape. Without you guys, I can’t imagine how difficult the past few months may have been for me.
Here’s to another year of Klance hell and creating content that I find fulfilling and I hope you guys enjoy.
Hello Loves!!! OMG it’s been too long! Is everyone still breathing? You okay? I know I was completely shook after all the videos from last night. But here we are. And with a request fulfilled! Sorry for my super long absence! Midterms have been kicking my butt. This little story kind of got away from me but I hope you like it. As always, my masterlist is linked in my bio and requests are still open. (even thought they may take me a bit to fulfill!) I love you all!! XR
“Harry Styles and Y/N getting cozy at The Grammy’s After Party? Is love in the air?”
tom knew she wasn’t sleeping. he didn’t have to slide his hand over to her side of the bed to even check, it was just something he was sure of. so pulling off the covers, he gets out of bed. his legs are clad in his favorite grey sweats and even though it’s nearly autumn, he chest is bare.
they were very similar in that respect. they slept in minimal clothes. when you slept as close as they did, anything more than a pair of knickers and a t-shirt or a pair of sweat pants would be far too warm and you wake up in a hot sweat.
but her cute little bottom, probably covered in some cartoon patterned undies and an old set shirt tom had gotten from the crew, was no where to be seen. he knew better than to look for her in the kitchen or dinning room but he did pop his head into the living room just to double check that she wasn’t in there.
(it wouldn’t be the first time he’d find her snuggled up in a blanket with adventure time playing lowly on the tv and a warm up of sleepy time tea in her hand.)
when he turned the corner, he saw the light under the door of their extra bedroom. it would normally function as her space, somewhere she could work or read or just hang out. she found that she needed it after moving into his apartment. because even though she brought all of her possessions and even helped him redecorate, there was something about the house that just was so him. so, when he suggested that she take the extra room as her space, tom tried to redecorate the whole house. he didn’t want their place to feel as if it was just his. what was the point of living together if she wasn’t at home?
but then it felt like neither of theirs. so she had convinced him to change it back and give her the small space while she adjusted. “it’s been your house for so long. i’m just going to need some time to think of it as mine too.” she reasoned. and two years later, their home had now sufficiently felt like both of theirs but this space had remained hers and tom liked it that way.
before he even entered, he heard the familiar clack-clack-clack of the typewriter he’d bought her this year for her birthday. sure, it would probably be easier to write on her laptop and mail the pages, but tom knew she was a hopeless romantic and the the typer writer’s feel of another era only made her want to write more.
“thought i’d find you in here.” he murmured sleepily, when she turned to see who had opened the door. she gave a soft smile, taking long and fluttering blinks as she adjusted her eyes to look at tom instead of the paper.
“couldn’t sleep.” she sighs, changing the function of the typewriter. tom makes a noise to show that he heard her but he’s too sleepy to answer. he shuffles over to her and wraps his arms around her shoulders so he can lean into her. his head gently knocks into her with a heavy, lethargic movements.
there were some nights where she would lay awake next to him for hours because he couldn’t sleep without her there but since he was so exhausted from work, she was able to slip out of his embrace and into her space to work. she always wrote when she couldn’t sleep, trying to release some words from her busy mind to easy her into a dream.
but from how she was fidgeting with the type writer, tom could tell her anxiety had probably stopped in for the night, its looming presence making what was regularly a scarce few hours of sleep even smaller.
“what’s bothering you, angel?” he says, his mouth close to her ear. “what can i do to help?”
she took a deep breath, a small smile forming on her lips. he never asked why she couldn’t sleep or even forced her to try. he would rub her back until he dosed off or let her have her space. whatever she needed, he would try and give her.
“i’ll be alright. but thank you for asking, its nice to hear.” she turned her head to press a long kiss to his temple and he hummed in response. “i’ll be up in a bit, alright? go warm up the bed for me.” she smiles softly.
“okay,” tom yawns out. “don’t take too long then, yeah? miss holding you, freckles.” he says and with a kiss to the crown of her head, he drags himself out of the room and into their shared bed.
she comes in a few minutes later with tired eyes and freshly brushed teeth. tom’s eyes aren’t open but he’s still conscious. peeking out between his eyelashes slightly to look at her. “welcome back, freckles.” he sighs into her hair when she cuddles into his chest.