#Fear of thunder

[jedi-lothwolf]

Augusnippets Day 3: Thunderstorm

Fandom: EPIC/The Odyssey

Summary: When Telemachus was ten years old, thunderstorms became a common thing in Ithaca. He got used to them. As he walks around the palace, he learns that Odysseus had become terrified of them.

    Thunderstorms were a normal thing for Ithaca. Telemachus started to notice more of them when he was 10 years old. He used to fear them. Now he sits by the window and watched with lightning and closes his eyes as he listens thunder and the rain.

    It was a stormy night when the boy learned his father was scared of thunderstorms. Penelope has gone to visit Ctimene; someone Odysseus wasn't ready to see again after telling her about Eurylochus.

Listening to the storm, the prince walked around the halls of the palace like he's done since he was young. Stopping in front of his mother and father's room, he felt as if he should go inside.

Without knocking, Telemachus opened the door. Inside Odysseus sat in his bed. His sword was in his hands and his knees were to his chest.

"Dad? Are you okay?" Telemachus asked.

"They're coming." Odysseus said, his voice shaking.

Walking more inside the room, Telemachus approached his father. Odysseus jumped back, surprised by the movement. "who's coming?"

"The Gods." The king said, whispering. "They have come for me."

"It's just a thunderstorm." Telemachus approached his mother's bed and tried to sit down.

Odysseus swung his sword at his son.

"Dad, it's okay. Can you put the sword down?"

After a moment, Odysseus realized what he had done and pulled his sword away for his son. "I'm sorry." As he started to cry, Telemachus sat down with him.

"It's okay. Can I see that?" He gestured to the sword in his father's hands.

Nodding, Odysseus handed it to him. Then Telemachus put it down beside the bed. "The Gods won't get you here. I promise."

"You can't guarantee they won't." The king said softly.

"True, but it will be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be. I'll be right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Telemachus remembered what it felt like to be scared of thunder when he was little. Now his father was scared of it for a very different reason. Still, he knew that it was a hard thing to be afraid of. Only the gods can control thunderstorms after all.

"Okay." Pudding his knees back down onto the bed, Odysseus tied to relax.

"You know, I used to be afraid of thunderstorms too. I got pretty used to them. No one is going to hurt you here. You're home."

"I'm home." Odysseus repeated.

"Maybe try to sleep?"

"Yeah." Laying down, Odysseus closed his eyes. Telemachus went and sat by the rocking chair that was by a window.

"Thank you son. I love you"

"I love you too, Dad."

[final-bae-stination]

Thunder And The Rain (Ian McKinley)

Prompt: The reader is scared of the thunder and Ian tries to calm them down during a particularly heavy storm.

Author's Note: This does kind of go WAY out of the "Final Destination" universe, because I like to think, even though it was proven different, they could've beat Death at the end, and Wendy, Kevin, Julie, and Ian survived, so...we're going with that.

Third Person POV Ian hated life, or what passed for it. Somehow, Wendy did it. She beat Death, and in three years, nothing's happened to him, Wendy, Julie, or Kevin. Sure, they were all still extremely paranoid, but who wasn't anymore, after the shit they'd lived through, but barely? The truth was, he missed Erin, but Y/N took care of that.

After he left Build It after Erin's death, he'd been struggling for a job. Nothing seemed interesting. And then, surprisingly, he found one: the pound. He liked animals more than people, that was a fact. Sure, he tolerated Wendy and the others, but it wasn't a necessary kind of like. And, of course, he still hated Wendy for killing Erin (though he was sure that part was fading a little--he literally went shopping with her two weeks ago). He liked to work at the pound, which doubled as an animal rescue and vet clinic. And then he met you.

You were there, just starting a week after him, and he saw immediately that you were drawn to (favorite animal). He could see it: they were cute. Hard to resist. Made sense. What didn't make sense was you talking. To him. A lot. Alone, too. Like, okay, he knew he looked weird, all Gothic and whatnot, and that he was...weird, sure. But you didn't seem to notice that. You talked to him like a normal person, and try as he might not to, he liked that. You didn't treat him differently because he was different.

It was very, very slow, but you both started catching feelings, he'd asked you out, and one thing led to here: you, on your sofa in you and Ian's apartment, watching TV. You and Ian had gotten together four months ago, and he'd finally opened up, telling you everything, from his past to Erin, and things in between, the trauma dumping: the roller coaster accident, the near death experiences, losing Erin, watching the others die, the whole Death thing. You never once doubted he was serious or anything but crazy, because he had a look on his face, talking about it, that wasn't fake.

Now, you've not told him a lot, either, particularly your fear of storms, especially thunder. You felt it was childish, even though there were a million adults with the same fear. It's just...Ian seemed so fearless after everything, and you wanted to be that way for him, so you never told him your fears (you did admit spiders and snakes scared you, though).

As you're watching TV (Ian was at work), you heard the rain, and then the ominous rumble. You tensed, hand on the remote. Another boom, slow and heavy. Shit, you thought. Please not now, Ian's almost home! But the storm, obviously, did not listen, increasing the peals of thunder until you were shivering under your blanket, trying to turn the TV up to block it out. But then the lights flickered, and went out. You gasped, feeling panic clawing its way up your throat, through your veins. Is this how he felt? You ask yourself randomly. Is this what Ian felt, wondering when he'd die, and what from, and how? You shook your head. In the dark, that wasn't helping. Something slammed, and you jumped, heart pounding. You wanted to call out but were too scared. You flinched as thunder roared, lightning shooting across the sky.

"Babe?" A voice calls, and oh, you wanted to start bawling in relief. He finds you on the couch, under your blanket, shaking. "Shit, babe, what's wrong?!" He throws his coat, not even glancing at where it lands, and rushes over, kneeling at your side on the floor. "Babe. Hey." He says, his fingers under your chin as you hide. "Baby, what's wrong?" "It's nothing." You try to say, but he's not having it. Before he can speak, thunder booms, and you squeal, throwing yourself in his arms. He barely catches you, letting out a soft "oof" as he holds you in his lap, feeling you shake. "Baby...is it the thunder?" He asks, and your silence confirms it. "Oh, babe." He breathes, rubbing your back with one hand, the other in your hair.

"I know, it's dumb," You whisper into his red shirt. "No, no, it's not dumb, baby." He says soothingly. "There's a fuck ton of people that're scared, too." He tries to assure. You shake your head, "I feel like a child." You whine. He chuckles, "Well, that's why I'm here. 'Cuz I can protect you, right?" A pause. "Right. I love you, Ian." His breath catches. That was the first time you'd said that. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers. "Why don't we go to bed, yeah? I can throw on a movie or something on my computer." "I'd like that," You blush, and he carries you to the room, setting you on the bed. You pick out The Avengers, and you both curl up to watch it. Here and there, one of the peals of thunder makes you flinch, but with Ian beside you, it's really not that bad.

[narcpocalypse]

My fear of rain is so unnecessary like I'd like to find it calming but NOOO I feel like I'm going to drown and my pipes are going to explode. Outside? Suddenly I'm gonna get struck by lightning. The thunder will cause an earthquake. A hurricane will kill me in my sleep. I will drown to death by tsunami. NYC drought come back please/j

[bl00my-bl0ss0m]

No time for fancy things like the dividers! I’m terrified of thunder, and there’s a storm outside!!! >n<

[thekingofthenameless]

uh 12 for the ask game

Thanks for yet another ask 😁

12 - Candles

Merlin notices the clouds as they walk out of the castle. His body tenses, but he takes a deep breath, putting on a brave face. “It seems like it might rain.” He nuzzles his forehead in response, purring slightly. You don’t have to be brave around me, he telepathically reminds. He murmurs an apology, and he chuffs onto his wizard’s hair. “Stop it.” Later, after most of the storm has died down, and Merlin’s eyes have finally closed in sleep, he slowly extricates himself to blow out the candles. When that task is done, he returns to his familiar’s side.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

My phobias are WEIRD because people can understand that I'm scared of thunder, especially with sensory issues.

They GET why I'm scared of bugs, why I might have a phobia of them.

but. Crabs. People do NOT understand my fear of crabs. Kabourophobia and Ostraconophobia are RARE AF and when I tell people I'm scared of crabs they are SHOCKED. Sometimes they don't even really believe it, like "really?? All crabs?? And shrimp too?? What about drawings?? What if they have a silly hat??"

YES ALL OF THEM ALL THE TIME, and all crustations to some degree but MOSTLY crabs, crabs can be panic attack inducing and crabs make me CRY AND SOB. I do not care if the crab has a silly hat. Good for him!!! I cannot cannot CANNOT handle a crab. Not even one. If there is a single crab in the building I am breaking down. I won't come over to your house if you have a pet crab. Maybee a small one is okay if you keep it locked up but I'll still be on edge the whole time so like it's either my place or you're sending the crab to someone else to babysit I CANNOT do crabs. Terrified of crabs.

*edit - as for drawings or plushies, it really depends. Sometimes a drawing is okay and other times it is NOT.

[harmonyvarnes]

| Bridgerton - Daphne helps Harmony get over her fear of thunderstorms / Rain.

Daphne Bridgerton x Platonic! Sister! Female Original character

Warming: None, except fluff.

Fandom: Bridgerton, Netflix Tv Series version.

Summary: after finding out that her sister is fearful of rain, Daphne tries everything she can to help her sister get over her fear.

Daphne walks slowly into the rain, thunder strikes across the sky but the young chestnut-haired female did not flinch. For she was on a mission today.

Her dear sister Harmony was frightened of rain and thunder as well.

But today she would not anymore.

She looks back to see her sister Harmony hiding behind a wall and flinching whenever thunder strikes.

' Oh, she does seem frightened. I wonder what made her so frightened over storms? ' she thought.

Daphne held out a hand for her sister and beckons her close.

“ Come, Harmony. Do not fear storms. Only fear, fear itself. ”.

Harmony shakily walks close to the edge of the steps and looks up toward the sky and watches as the rain falls.

Slowly she walks into the grass and flinches when she sees lighting across the sky but no noise is heard.

She grabs her sister's hand carefully and tries not to squeeze them.

“ See you are already improving. There is no need to fear ” Daphne soothed her sister.

Both sisters heard was now damp from the rain, but neither cared for they only gazed at each other.

“ See are you calm now?” Asked Daphne. Harmony looked once more towards the sky and nodded.

She knew it would take more than one time to get over her fear.

But for right now, she was calm and did not fear anything.

“ Yes, I am. Thank you, Daphne” Harmony replied.

Daphne smiled. “ You're Welcome”.

The two sisters then embraced one another.

[kaliyang]

EN - A little bit of angst so I never forget how we artists fuck up our characters lol

BR - Um poco de angst pra eu nunca esquecer o quanto a gente que é artista fode com nossos personagens KK

[gazpachoandbooks]

Currently imagining Arthur + Gwen + the knights asking someone (maybe druids?) who this famous "Emrys" is and they proceed to do a version of "We Don't Talk About Bruno" while Arthur, Gwen and the knights grow increasingly more distressed with each line and Merlin hyperventilates in the background

[just-queue]

It’s always supposed to be goofs and laughs and not serious, but I’m kinda glad they tried again with full tummies this time

[nyssasatelier]

I was there, he was giggling and kicking his feet i swear!

[rainydaysandsmuttyfanfiction]

[image description: lightning bolt drawing, layered with colors. The words “twenty thunder drive: faster than fear” written on the side over the layered edge. Blue background with textured dusting]

[kayla-and-the-moon]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

thinking of remus with his arms around you, fingertips drawing soothing patterns on your back as your face hides in his shirt. you've always despised thunderstorms, and he knows this. you never told him outright. of course, you'd think it was embarrassing. you'll even try to keep a brave face, but remus can see through you, annoyingly observant and quite possibly the most darling of boys. he catches the micro flinch in your tightlipped smile whenever there's a particularly bright flash or deafening crash behind the curtains. so wordlessly, he enfolds you in his arms, holds you against his jumper like you're made of porcelain. it almost makes your chest ache with how gentle he's being, you're almost immediately calmer as the musky scent of cinnamon tea, worn books and chocolate hanging off his clothes fills your senses.. he's making sure your eyes aren't nervously darting to the windows, planting plush kisses filled with sweetness on your head, warm pads of his thumbs swiping over your cheeks. he's making you look at him with a gentle tilt of your chin with his palm. he'll do this till your pupils stop shaking and your breathing is more evened, whispering the softest comfort in your ears, his voice the richest honey. if it's an awfully long bout of thunder, and you're yet to fall into slumber, he'll offer to read to you (you always agree). so he does. and whenever it gets to particularly dramatic part, he'll flip his tone theatrically just to provide some distraction and when he feels you laugh against him, he knows he's succeeded. finally when you're drifted off, your back a steady rise and fall under his hand, the storm long gone, and he's looking at you with stars in his eyes, well remus thinks his heart is a few sizes too small for the love he keeps for you.

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[room-temperature-orange-juice]

Something that should be more talked about in the Epic fandom is how Odysseus canonically beats Eurylochus in a fight. If it weren’t for Perimedes, Odysseus would’ve won in Mutiny and killed Eurylochus.

[freedjustinemywife]

i was doodling some freed and started to think what if we’d actually seen his buzz cut grown out 😩

textless version:

[ericshoney]

Thunder fears ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: A thunderstorm hits while your brothers are home in Boston. You hated thunder but Nick, Matt and Chris knew how to distract and ease your mind.

Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, crying, fear of thunder, fluff

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The boys were back in Boston, which was great, aside from the storm that had hit, limiting them to inside the house. That didn't really bother them, what did, was seeing you so upset about it.

You had just turned five but had a massive fear of storms and thunder. The noise scared you a lot. So Nick, Matt and Chris did what they could to distract you.

Nick, Matt and Chris were sat in the living room with you, a classic Disney movie playing, hoping to ease your mind off the storm. It wasn't too bad to start, but as the thunder got closer, you started to get scared more. A big rumble making you jump.

"Hey, hey it's okay kiddo, it's outside." Matt said, pulling you into his arms.

"Don't like it." You mumbled, holding his sweatshirt tightly.

"We know, sweetheart. How about a game?" Nick suggested.

You nodded as he got junior monopoly out for you all to play. You all sat on the floor, when another rumble of thunder hit. Chris sat with you between his legs, making you feel safe.

Nick then put some music on in the background to try and drown some of the noise out. Matt ran up to your room, grabbing your favourite stuffed animal.

"Alright kid, you ready?" Chris asked, making you nod.

You all started playing, you being distracted by Nick's loud singing and the game. It made you smile and ease your mind for a bit.

After a few hours of playing monopoly and a couple other games, you were starting to get tired. You laid your head against Chris' chest as you didn't want to move.

"Someone's comfy." He said with a chuckle.

"Safe." You mumbled, curling into him more. The faint sound of thunder in the distance.

"Yeah, sweetheart, your safe with us." He said.

You smiled and closed your eyes, hugging your stuffed animal closer and slowly drifting off into a gentle sleep, knowing your brothers would protect you from the storm.

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