#im putting written things in the same tag as my drawings eh its all art in one way or another who cares im not making another lol

[alexgalaxyboo]

"Don't Ever Die On Me Again" (a ghoap tangled au drabble)

proofread by @dasjansel (you're a gem, ily <3)

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Soap woke up gasping for air.

The silky sheets felt sickeningly smooth in his grasp as he frantically looked for something to ground him, in the end opting to hug his own body.

Deep breaths, he reminded himself. Ghost wasn't dead, he reminded himself. And yet he'd just seen it again. Logically, he knew it was a nightmare but everything still felt so real—too real. This time he wasn't able to save him. He'd cried and cried but it hadn't worked. That was when he finally woke up, a sob still caught in his throat.

He slowly turned around and saw Ghost, sound asleep next to him. Only then did he feel air slowly return to his lungs again.

Soap reached out hesitantly to brush a strand of hair out of his face and Ghost stirred in his sleep. He looked so peaceful and so beautiful, Soap thought as he sat still in the darkness, silently observing the man next to him with what little moonlight he had.

His man. His husband, the ring around his finger gently reminded him. Funny thing that was. He tore his gaze from Ghost's face just for a moment to glance down at his hand before settling back down into bed. Soap laid his head on his chest and wrapped an arm tightly around his waist.

Ghost finally stirred awake at the motion, always quick to wake. "W's wrong, Johnny?" he mumbled quietly, voice still gruff.

"Nothin', go back to sleep." He hesitated for a moment before tightening his hold on him and adding on, "Just don't you ever dare die on me again, okay?"

It was practically inaudible but from where Soap was laying his head he could feel Ghost's chest rumble with a laugh, "Not plannin' to, Goldie," he nuzzled his face against Soap's hair—very much not gold anymore, instead dull brown and cut into a short mohawk—and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, "it'd mean missing out on this."

Soap lifted his head up to look at him and although he could barely make out his face in the darkness, he leaned forward to press their lips together briefly.

"Good. It's an order from the prince, so you better." He smiled at his own joke that earned him another chuckle out of Ghost.

"Get back to sleep, idiot." He said and shifted his body to pull Soap closer before they both drifted off again.