This time around the prompt is 'roommate has a nightmare and doesn't want to sit alone at night'. Take liberty with it and play around. Betaed by SunMagic264. Enjoy reading!

Leta opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at the ceiling of her bedroom. She was not sure what woke her up. Without words, her hands grappled in the dark for her phone, checking the time. Her eyes narrowed at the screen, annoyed that it was barely past two in the morning. Trying to get back to sleep now would be impossible. Last time this had happened, she had just tossed and turned until the sun rose, not able to get another second of sleep. Ever since then she had always made sure to do something before trying to sleep again.

Leta decided to go and make herself hot cocoa. It usually helped her to start feeling sleepy again. She sat up, stretched out her tired body and stifled her yawn. As her legs swung out of the bed and her feet hit the floor, there was a flash of lightning followed by a roll of thunder.

She jolted out of bed as it happened, not expecting it in the slightest. Leta approached the window and pushed the curtain aside. Outside, heavy rain was falling fast and flashes of lightning lit up the sky from afar. It must have been the thunder that had woken her up. She rubbed her arms, trying to get herself some warm. It was a tad too cold for her liking.

Fetching her hoodie from the wardrobe, Leta put it on over the top of her pyjamas. Feeling warmth wash over her as she pulled the hoodie over her head, Leta went outside and darkness greeted her again. Fear crept up in her chest. She always found it hard to not to be scared by how dark the flat would get at nighttime and when all the lights were turned off. It felt like the darkness took over. She shook her head, trying to get rid of her fear and assure herself there was nothing to be scared of. After all, it was not like she didn't turn off the light every time she slept.

On her way to the kitchen, she passed her boyfriend's bedroom door. Theseus had left it open and Leta couldn't help but chuckle to herself quietly; Theseus often left his bedroom's door open because one of Newt's cats, Einstein, would always end up on his bed.

Leta was about to close the door when she noticed there was something off. She heard rapid and panicked breathing followed by incoherent words from inside. She rushed into his room and found Theseus thrashing around in his sleep.

Leta immediately approached him. Theseus's face was covered in cold sweat and he looked like he was in pain. The words that came out of his mouth were barely coherent. She only managed to make out the words stop and sorry. She bit her lip, worry; being trapped within a nightmare was an awful experience. She knew it all too well from first-hand experience. Slowly, she touched his shoulder, shaking him gently as she tried to wake him up. "Thes... Theseus, hey darling," She whispered. "Please wake up."

Leta had to step back as he suddenly lashed out, his left hand swinging towards her powerfully. It surprised her, but she should have known better; sometimes people didn't react well when being suddenly woken up, especially when they were having a nightmare. Theseus immediately sat up, his harsh breaths echoing through the bedroom. His eyes were filled with panic and fear, and although their gazes met, it was as if he didn't recognise her. She could tell that he was so overwhelmed by his emotions that it was making it difficult for him to come back to reality. She reached for him again."Theseus, hey," She tried again and smiled at him despite knowing he wouldn't be able to recognise her properly. "It's me, Leta."

It took a whole minute for the realisation to dawn on him. "Leta..?"

"Yes," Leta answered, relief flooding her. "It's me, Thes."

"I am-," Theseus glanced back and forth between her and his surroundings, confusion clear in his eyes. "What was I-"

"You had a nightmare, Thes." Leta answered. She approached him and caressed his cheek gently. She could feel Theseus lean into her touch as if seeking reassurance. "Are you alright?"

Theseus bit his lip. Leta knew that was a question with an obvious answer but she had asked anyway because sometimes it was better to admit something wasn't alright. He never mentioned suffering from bad nightmares before. When they slept together he had always slept well. She was usually the one woken up by a nightmare and he would be the one who would calm her down. But tonight was different. She sat down on the bedside and looked at him with concern. He saw the look on her face and sighed.

"I am… not alright." His head dropped down to rest on her shoulder. She brushed his hair back, trying to make him feel better. His hair was still wet with cold sweat and he was still trembling. Not to mention the cold air was not helping. She wrapped her arms around him and rocked him slowly, whispering words of comfort on his ear. It must have worked because she felt his muscles relax and the trembling finally stopped. She kissed his temple and sighed in relief.

"I've got you, Thes. I've got you." She whispered again.

Theseus nodded against her shoulder and sighed. "Thank you, Leta."

"You're welcome, Thes." She pulled back and held his face in her hands. "Do you want to go to back to sleep?"

Theseus shook his head. "I don't want to take the chance of having a nightmare again. The last one was too vivid."

Leta nodded and kissed his forehead. "Do you want hot cocoa? I was going to make some."

"Sure, I would love some." Leta immediately stood up and offered her hand to him. He accepted it gratefully and pulled himself up. Their eyes met, and Leta could see the concern he held in them. . "Why are you awake? Did you have another nightmare?"

"No, no," She shook her head. "I was awoken by the thunder. You know that I can never get back to sleep after being woken up." She shrugged and shot him another smile. She wanted to ask him about the nightmare but held back because she knew Theseus would tell her eventually, in his own time. "Wear your jacket, Thes. It's cold."

Theseus nodded. He grabbed the jacket on the floor near his bed and put it on. She shook her head fondly as she watched him wore the jacket. She told him to hang the jacket so it won't look crumpled but then again Theseus always had a habit to let his clothes scattered around in the bedroom. He knew why she arched her eyebrows and just flashed an innocent smile at her. She couldn't help herself but chuckles at her boyfriend's antics.

They held hands as they walked to the living room. Leta could tell that Theseus didn't want to be alone right now and had never felt more grateful for the open-plan kitchen and living room. She couldn't help but notice his stolen glances at her as she made the cocoa. The nightmare must have been bad; she had never seen him so vulnerable.

Usually, Theseus always looked strong but tonight had shown her another side of him. Leta hoped Theseus would understand that she would never judge him for having a nightmare. Just like how she knew that he never judged her for her own nightmares. If there had been anything she had learnt after befriending and dating him was that he was always kind to everyone else, but rarely to himself. He held himself to a high standard most of the time, especially because of how his parents always put him on a pedestal. He would always berate himself whenever he found that he couldn't do something that was expected of him. That was rare but always painful for Leta to watch.

He always there for her and this time around he would be there for him. Always.

Leta sat down next to him and gave him his hot cocoa. "Don't drink it immediately, Thes. It's still hot."

Theseus chuckled at that. "I won't. That was just that one time," He shook his head fondly and blew the hot cocoa in an attempt to cool it down enough to drink. "I won't make the same mistake again. It was dumb of me though."

Leta grinned. "No Theseus, you were nervous and just being polite which is never a good combination. Luckily, Corvus took a liking to you immediately for it."

"I thought your father would kill me that time. I didn't mean to spit the tea in his face." Theseus groaned. "I was so embarrassed."

"My father can be a jerk. He deserved it, Thes." Leta giggled. "That was one of the best moments of my life."

Theseus chuckled. "At least you were amused, dear."

"Oh, always." Leta winked at him and he laughed. It was really nice to hear and she always found it very contagious. She couldn't help herself but laugh along with him. They had to put their mugs down so they wouldn't spill the cocoa as they tried to stifle their laughter. They couldn't risk waking up their flatmates. They would be so cranky, especially Newt and Tina. Both of them were morning people but without their respective fuels, namely tea and coffee, they were basically a pair of cranky zombies.

Theseus laid his head on her shoulder again, having finally managing to stop laughing. She rested her head on his, feeling content. They fell quiet. The only sound they could hear was the rain hitting the windows and the occasional clap of thunder. It was comfortable and warm to be snuggled up on the sofa with Theseus. She felt that she could feel asleep right there but then Theseus broke the silence with his words.

"I am sorry, Leta." Theseus apologised. He sounded so guilty that, even though she had expected it, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Seriously, Theseus Scamander." Leta sighed. "There is nothing to apologise about. You had a nightmare and you couldn't control it. It's fine." She took his hand, holding it tightly. "You know that you can be vulnerable with me, right? I will never judge you for anything." She kissed his temple, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I am never afraid of showing you every side of me because I know you will always accept and love it. I love all of you, even the parts of you that you don't like. So allow me to do the same for you, Theseus. You don't always have to be strong or be that person everyone expects you to be. Not with me, ever."

She could feel Theseus bury his face deeper into her shoulder. "Thank you, Leta. Thank you." He whispered back softly.

"You're welcome, Thes."

A beat of silence floated between them.

"You know about the nightmare…." He hesitated for a moment before pushing on and continuing. "It was memories of something that happened when I was a lot younger. It happened around this time of year. I always have the same nightmare, without fail, when the day approaches."

"What happened, Thes?" Leta asked.

"Someone died in front of me and it was my fault." Theseus revealed. "I didn't see the car coming since I was in hurry but someone pushed me out of the way and that person died while trying to save my life. I could never forgive myself for that." His voice trembled with a sadness she had never heard from him before, his tears soaking into her hoodie. "Every nightmare is the same. I watch the scene over and over again. I just want it to stop and I always apologise for it. It should be m-"

"Theseus!" Leta immediately pulled back, holding his head in her hands. His eyes were brimming with tears. "Don't say that! That person gave their life to save yours. Please don't say it should have been you that died to. You need to live your life so that person didn't die in vain. Live for yourself and live for them!. So that person knows, wherever they are, that the person they gave their life for is okay and thankful for their sacrifice." She caressed his cheek lovingly and gave him a watery smile. "You said it to me yourself once. That life is precious because we only have one chance. Just like you tell me to cherish my existence, please cherish yours, Theseus." Their foreheads touched as she stared directly to his eyes. "I love you, Theseus. Let me love every part of you just like how you love every part of me."

Theseus pulled her into his arms and whispered. "I love you, Leta Laurena Lestrange. I love every part of you with my whole being."

"And I love you too, Theseus Apollo Fortis Scamander." Leta whispered back as she returned the hug. She knew he needed that. "Please always remember that."

As their hot cocoa went cold and the rain kept falling heavily, they fell asleep in each other's arms. They found warmth and comfort in each other as the peaceful darkness claimed them.

Later that morning, their flatmates found them on the sofa, sound asleep and tangled together. They didn't have the heart to wake them up, But that didn't stop them from taking a photo of them.

When Tina told her about the photo, Leta asked for a copy for it and kept it safe in her wallet. That photo quickly became her favourite out all of the photos they had together.

A lucky charm.

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