#i wanted to do thoma but TT there's nothing on his wiki

[monocaelia]

comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."

[setsailslash]

Congratulations on reaching 200 subscribers! That’s amazing!!!! ❤️✨ for my ask, can I request an earth-3 Jason Todd where he is used as a fuck hole but owlman and talon? Like after a meeting or a mission, they come home to a boy tied on the bed (sleeping or no) bare bottom facing them and they just take off their suit and start playing with him TT Thank you! I hope it’s not too much. Congrats again!!!!

first things first: i’d just like to say i know nothing about earth-3 but i couldn’t get this prompt out of my head so i read like three earth-3 dc wiki pages and smacked this together. minimal editing but also this got way longer than expected, please do not expect this speed or fic length (200w who???) 😂

tentatively titled a pound of flesh, pairings: thomas wayne jr./jason todd/dick grayson, a touch of thomas wayne jr./bruce wayne, rated: E.

A hard day’s work makes Talon a dull boy if there isn’t any fun to be had at the end of that day. And Owlman agrees. 

There is always time for some play time even if the man has to physically carve it out of the day for his pound of flesh.

Jason is in their bed. Not quite centerfold.

But he’s got the dark mob of his hair hiding most of his face, cheek turned against the sheets, stark naked and lying on his front with his legs folded neatly under him.

It can’t be a particularly comfortable position but he holds it perfectly.

After this many nights, after all those early ones where Jason learned the consequences of going against Owlman’s words, he can now hold it without twitching a muscle for hours, eyes sliding shut, his breathing easing out as seconds and minutes and hours trickle by.

Jason wakes at the first touch. He doesn’t startle, nothing that violent. He comes to with the tip of Talon’s fingernail dragging almost dauntingly up the raised bumps of his vertebral column, going from his coccyx to his lumbar to his thoracic spine before slowing right down at the vertebrae of his cervical spine.

Talon’s fingers curl over the nape of Jason’s neck, turning his head so they can watch the way his eyes blink open. Bleary and just a bit bloodshot.

There is no hint of trepidation to his gaze, his mouth pulls thinly into a smile that is a slow crawl to reach the pretty blue of his eyes when he truly registers their figures in the room.

“Slim pickings tonight?”

Because it’s early by their count. 

“Picked off all the ones we needed to so we can come back to you, little wing.” Talon answers, already halfway out of his costume, every move made carelessly smooth, like the slide of silk just before it is pulled into an impossible knot. “Couldn’t have you warming an empty bed all night.“ 

Talon is Owlman’s partner, or that was the intention anyways.

Jason is not quite that. He is a Talon in training with plenty of other uses, much sweeter uses that get used much more often.

Out of these sheets, Jason’s a heavy hitter on the streets owned by the Syndicate. Knuckles all rough, scars running like tendrils over his hands, callouses building up on top of each other when he swings and he swings and he lands every last one on the intended target with a resultingly solid thud.

In them, his knees sink into the mattress with considerable weight, he spreads his legs for them without being asked. 

And there’s the rush of blood beneath his skin, flushing him all pink, his cock hanging hard, having dripped precum to stain a patch into the sheets where he settled in their bed long before they came home to him.

“The Man gets first picks and he wants to fuck you just the way he likes you, y'know. Until your hole is all sloppy and loose,” the pad of Talon’s fingers pushing gingerly against his rim, “it’s going to be fuckin’ messy when he comes inside. Probably once or twice, or however many times he’s going to until he empties his balls out in you." 

Talon doesn’t go by Richard even if that is the name his parents gave him. He goes by Dick, in love with the obscenity to it, especially when he gets Jason begging him for dick. 

He barely pauses for breath.

"And then I’ll have you bouncing in my lap, working yourself on my cock, going up and down and up and down,” and Dick says this with a rhythm in his voice, like a wave washing into shore, undulating and slow when he is barely pressing a fingertip in, “either until I can feel you wrapping your tight little ass around me again or the sun comes up.

Whichever comes first, okay?”

Jason likes an outline of how his night is supposed to go, it provides expectations that he can go about fulfilling.

Even if some requests are impossible ones because how is he supposed to be able to tighten up when his body doesn’t get a break. It’s unfair when it’s daily where they use him, sometimes with him taking both of them at once.

He is a warm wet hole to sink their cocks inside when they want and how they want, one to put away once he is a perfect picture of debauchery: He is dripping their semen down from between his ass, the imprint of their teeth  bloody on his inner thighs, bottom lip split, hair sore at the roots from how hard they like to pull, jaw aching something painful, and sometimes his cock is still hard between his legs.

Thomas comes up on the bed with them, and he’s still in most of his Owlman costume, the cowl pushed back to reveal his face, his pants undone, cock jutting out, hard and curving and red at the head.

Jason nods to any demand they can make of him from where his face is turned to them. Dick smiles, showing teeth, reaches around and spreads his cheeks wide apart, brandishing a slick pink hole for Thomas to fuck him from behind.

Like this, the sight of Jason sparks something terrible in Thomas. Reminds him of his little brother with his black hair, blue eyes, that last touch of remorse in that shaky moral center.

Bruce was, after all, the one he loved most.

It feels like a prelude that Jason will break at his hands too. Blood soaking into the carpets, blood splattered against the walls, a cold black hand gun pressing against the bright red of that mouth goes blindingly hot when he finally pulls the trigger.

If that comes, it’s an end that Thomas can live with. He pushes in to the hilt on the first thrust, slams home without pulling any strength with the full expectation that his boy will take him whole.

And he does, beautifully.

The short little rasp of a scream that rips out of Jason makes it perfect.

Thomas curls one arm around Jason’s waist, drags him bodily up from the mattress to his chest so the line of Jason’s spine is pressing against the front of the Owlman costume. Every catch and hidden zipper rub starkly against the expanse of skin on every thrust, leaving lovely little scratches.

Ah-ahh, ah, ah. 

Each gasp and moan and whine and mewl to fall from the plush of Jason’s mouth, Talon swallows down. And he is sincerely diligent with it too when he savours every last noise like it could be Jason’s last. Dick sinks his teeth into the tip of Jason’s tongue, bites until they can taste rust.

Like fresh blood in the open waters, it gets them both in a bit of frenzy, especially when Thomas isn’t swayed, keeps going at that same brutal pace.

Thomas pulls out until just the head of his cock catches at the rim of Jason’s hole, the thickest part stretching him out for a second he feels keenly, and then Thomas is shoving right back in, sheathing himself all the way inside the clench of Jason’s body, feeling the way he squeezes down, all soft and wet and fever hot, pulsing perfectly all around him.

While Thomas keeps his other hand at Jason’s hip, pinning him still against him, Dick’s hands don’t stray far.

His fingers fleet from the bob of Jason’s Adam’s apple to the hollow of his throat, leans in with a swipe of tongue to catch the sweat pooling while he pinches a nipple between finger tips. Dick lets his nails pinch into the tender flesh, pulling it harshly until it stands erect.

Dick feels himself harden painfully at the eager tilt as Jason pulls his head back, bares his throat like an open invitation, eyes squeezing shut while his jaw clenches down on a wince when Dick yanks again.

Dick cannot wait. For how Jason’s voice breaks the prettiest when he is subdued and sobbing between them. It’s the sight of Jason’s pupils blown wide, glittering wetly when Thomas leans down and tastes shared blood in their kiss. 

This is a prelude for all the tears to come.