#tw; night terrors

[shiroi---kumo]

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

"Pilvi?" he asks to the pitch black room. He keeps having the same nightmare. It seems this time will be no different.

"Have we- truly, have we-"

He can't even finish the sentence as he chokes on his words, his body meeting the floor with an audible crash. It knocks his breath out of him.

"Take anything," he sobs. "Anything. My Mist. My heart. My voice. Anything! Just don't let me fail you. Please, Pilvi. Whatever you need to fix it."

Typically, the dream ends here.

Not this time.

"Sydän borrowed your body for a while," he explains. "You can have mine if you need it, if yours needs to rest. Just take it. I don't mind. It's not the best but you can hav- have it. Or- or I can - I can- I don't know! I don't know but I'll figure it out. I will."

His throat burns as his lungs fill with fire just like they always tend to when he's stuck in this place.

He can't bring himself to care.

"I'm s- sorry I was so late- Sixteen- sixteen years," he gasps. "I'm sorry Pilvi."

Blue light floods his vision. It engulfs everything, pours from his mouth and grows brighter with every gasp for air.

He barely notices waking up.

Instead, he lays there screaming his bind's name over and over, becoming little more than an untuned symphony of agony that plays out of time, desperately clawing into his own soul for answers on what to do and how to help.

He'd do anything just to fix a single crack. Anything at all.

⋆��⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Running won't get him to move fast enough. There were fumbled apologies to the man who had been holding him in his arms the jade eyes shot open unexpectedly and he was scrambling to get out of bed as quickly as he was able. He doesn't know how anyone else does hear it... but as he finds himself racing through the halls of the Comodeen it seems that they do.

Cid is already up and moving through the halls. Valo and Aamunkoitto have stumbled into the halls in a half daze and Revon was hot on his heels as he flew through this maze of corridors as quickly as he was able within an enclosed setting. It was nothing but pure terror and

"Pilvi

Pilvi

Pilvi

Pilvi

PILVI!"

Over and over which left most of the Comodeen members that were up confused and the others looking to him to be the one to address it. It wasn't that they weren't willing, it was they weren't the one being called for.

He never even took the time to change out of his night gown.

The door to the musician's room slides open and a slender hand runs over the surface of the wall until he finds the switch and lets his fingers rest over it.

"Close your eyes." He says in a soft but firm tone with a pause. "I'm going to turn on the light."

It's enough warning to give a thirty second pause before the switch is flipped and light fills the room so that blue eyes can take in the sight of a figure standing in a white nightgown with worry filled jade.

Firm but slow steps make their way across the room until he can set on the edge of the mattress, slowly taking each other the elder's wrists into his hands until he can get them to release the fabric within them so he can slip their palms together.

"I'm right here, Sielu. I'm right here. Did you have a bad dream?"

His voice is gentle as he speaks, releasing one hand only to raise his own so he can gently brush the stray strands of cyan from the other's face. Thin lips spread out into a smile.

"It was just a dream, minun Aquani. I'm right here. Do you want to tell me about it? Do you want me to stay here? Can I get you anything? You were screaming pretty loud. Can I get you some water? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. You just started to be able to sing again."

[gravemud]

There You Are

[zee-rambles]

Trigger Warning: Disturbing Imagery

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Don’t close your eyes.

…I’m sorry.

…brace yourself before hitting “next.”

First I Prev I Next

[beesonhoneytoast]

“I’m hopeless without you.”

♡ Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader ♡

synopsis: on his day off, mike hears that you were involved in some freak accident at work. he wastes no time in getting dressed and driving to your workplace. however, when he calls you, something bizarre happens. cws: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mike being a narcoleptic mess and a disaster pansexual (?), crying, confusing dreams for reality

~800 words | divider creds @firefly-graphics

Mike runs out into the living room, putting on his shirt as he rushed out of his bedroom.

Abby is lying on her stomach watching cartoons but turns her head at the sound of her big brother shuffling around and panting. “Mike?” She called for him.

“Y/n was involved in an accident. I don’t have time to call anyone to watch you, so get your shoes on. We’re going to find them.” He explained, hopping on one foot as he put his shoes on. He grabbed the keys as Abby slipped her little Mary Janes on. 

The two Schmidts went outside and Abby rushed to the backseat on the passenger side of Mike’s car. 

Mike got the front door of the house locked after a moment (as trying to do anything with trembling hands is understandably very difficult). Mike slammed on the gas after hurriedly backing out of the driveway, and he pulled out his flip-phone, selected your number on it, and put it to his ear. Every time, however, he was sent to voicemail. He left a message every time he was. 

“Y/n, it's me, Mike.” 

“If you're alive, Y/n, please reach out if you can.” 

“Please Y/n, I- I'm hopeless without you.” 

“Okay. The third time wasn't the charm, neither was the fourth. Maybe the fifth time will be the one? I dunno. I have no idea if or when you'll hear this, but... Ever since I've known you, I've felt... So at home. You're the only person I know who seems to care about me, and- I… I can't lose you. Please.” Mike said into the phone.

“Mike?” Your voice came from the receiver, laughing slightly.

Mike’s heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage. “Y/N?!” He shouted. He was so alarmed because your voice sounded perfectly okay. “This- isn't some sort of prank, right?” He whispered in denial. 

Your airy chuckles came crackling over the phone. “Mike, I'm okay. I'm at work. I just went on break and saw you were sending me like, three or four voicemails. Is everything okay?” You asked him seriously now.

Mike pulled over on the side of the street and teared up in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair after putting the car in Park. 

Abby was very confused by this entire situation. She was looking out the windows with her brows scrunched. “What's going on, Mike?” She asked. 

“Ah, I hear a certain little girl is there with you?” You teased. 

“Yeah, uh…” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I- I have no idea what happened. I just heard you were in danger and I panicked and didn't think things through and-” 

“Oh, Mike. I'm coming over to you. Are you out of the house already?” You asked.

“I'm… right next to your work building, actually.” Mike chuckled breathily. 

“Ah, I see. I'll be right out, okay?” You told him. 

“M’kay.” He muttered, sniffling slightly, causing you to frown. 

“I’ll see you outside.” You said before hanging up. 

Mike pulled into a parking spot in front of your workplace and you walked right out the front door and trotted towards his car. He couldn't believe it. 

There you were, perfectly fine and alive. You got in on the passenger side of the car. “Hi, Mike.” You greeted him softly. 

And just like that, the man crumbled, and tears spilled. He hid his face in his hands and his shoulders shook with each sob. 

“Oh, come here, buddy.” You cooed, unbuckling his seatbelt and hugging him over the console between the both of your seats. You pet his messy hair softly. Clearly, he had been in a rush to get here to you, for he didn't have the time to brush his hair and get himself tidy. “It's okay. I'm here, I'm okay, I'm alive.” You whispered reassuringly, holding him to your chest as best as you could in this awkward setting of the front seats in his car. 

Eventually, you had all gotten home and you made dinner, as you felt obligated to, considering you unintentionally scared Mike that day. 

Once Abby was sent to bed, Mike revealed that he had a dream that you had gotten into an accident at work, and to him, it felt so real that he believed it was reality. 

“I’m so sorry that happened, baby. Dreams are so weird.” You told him, hugging him for the nth time that night. 

Mike had a special little spot under your chin and on your collarbone where he could just bury his face into. He whimpered softly, holding your shirt in his balled fists. 

You kissed his forehead softly as he relaxed in your arms, moving his head down so it was now in your lap, resting against your thighs and using them for pillows. You played with his hair and hummed softly, the quiet sound of your singing gently lulling him to sleep, and soon you found yourself joining Mike in the realm of dreams.

>> end.

story written by @beesonhoneytoast. characters belong to five nights at freddy’s © 2014

[serxinns]

Hi :)

Could you please write a platonic scenario of father Aizawa in which his daughter (she is in her teen years) has a really bad nightmare so she goes to his room crying and saying she is scared?

Thanksss.

Hope you have a great day

TW: Gore and limbs being decapitated readers death (only in her dream)

You've been often getting those night terrors that made you afraid of going to sleep, you tried staying up secretly watching TV to pass the time but Your father caught you one day and sternly told you to go to bed so all you had to do was either stare on your phone or stare up on the client but alas sleep overtakes you were knocked out

You heard screaming from the distance and footsteps running past you desperate to get away from it but failed when the creature got close to them and their pleading for mercy and help ended with a sickening crunch You covered your mouth tears streamed down your cheeks its growls sounded like a mix of a dying Animal and a human moaning in pain it kept searching and searching for more prey a man was across from you staring at you with the same reaction you had..terrified his eyes where blood shot red and there seems to be an injury on his lower waist when he saw that it was gone he looked at you for the last time and sprinted you heard nothing but footsteps from the man then seconds later you heard that thing crawling quickly towards the poor man screams and pleading for mercy were heard then there were silence and sickening crunching noises you couldn't take it anymore and threw up which the creature heard it slithered up to you now you and whatever that thing was close to each other you can see the man's arm still dangling from it mouth..the thing grabbed you with his sharp claws hovering you over his mouth and-

*BOOM*

The sound of thunder woke you up your clothes were dammed in sweat your face was soaked with tears all you could hear was your heavy breathing and tears you silently got up to go the bathroom to clean up, you grabbed your comfort plush and went upstairs your legs shaking and wobbling a bit but managed to make it in the bathroom "y/n? What are you doing up late?" you turned and your dad was shocked to see your horrified and soaked face he ran up to you grabbed your shoulders and kneel down to your level "Oh sweetie you've been crying are you alright did something happen"

you tried to explain but your voice was filled with mumbles due to the sobs and spit in there and just held onto him and cried your father didn't know what was going on but hugged you "cmon kid you sleeping in my room" he picked up you up and the 2 of you headed to his room, he turned on the lights and gently put you down and tucked you in "Now do you want to tell me about your bad dream or you'll explain in the morning" you hesitated for a second to tried to even explain "in the morning.." your dad signed and softly smiled at you, he kissed you on the forehead and wrapped his arms protectively around you

Next time he shouldn't added that much sleeping pills in your drink as a punishment for staying up the last time..but it rewarded him in the end to cuddle up with his beloved daughter~

[thingsmk1120sayz]

My PTSD school nightmares

[jmiehyter]

RHEA RIPLEY AND DAMIAN PRIEST – MONDAY NIGHT RAW (AUGUST 19, 2024)

[princeofblackice]

Interactive Post 001: Nightmares

Yukihiko ran as a man with familiar white hair chased after him. He weaved through the open fields of a home that had, once upon a time, been inhabited by him and his family.

He tripped over a stone and was sent tumbling to the ground. He pushed himself up once more and began running once more, his dirtied kimono discarded rather quickly.

But it was too late. The man with no recognizable face grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the ground. The man took the large rock he was holding and pulled it back over his head.

Just as the rock came down, Yukihiko sat up suddenly in his bed. He panted hard as he finally came to senses that he had been having a nightmare.

He put his head in his hands before pulling away suddenly with the realization that he was crying. Now he was just confused. He never cried. Not since..

Yukihiko shook his head to erase the thought and got out of bed to change. He changed into his Mafioso clothing and exited his home after freshening up.

Maybe a walk around the Headquarters would clear his head..

{ @black-wraitth :> nightmare time }

[justalilstar]

asks for night terror!

💥 (Collision) - What’s your OC’s combat style like? Do they adhere to any particular code of honour or ethics in a fight, or are they totally unfettered by that sort of thing?

and also i keep asking this one everywhere because i think starstruck just wants to be friends soooo baad but:

💌 (Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

I haven't drawn comics in a very long time, but I hope these answered your questions!

[shiroi---kumo]

It's only a dream || Accepting

( @aquaticsoul ) ->

 ‘ night terrors ‘

because he doesn't want pilvi to have to deal with things alone anymore

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ It was only a dream. It had to be because Opettaja is right here and he is alive and the white prince is setting in a bed that is not his own but it smells like all his loved ones. They are all here. Somewhere in this building, they're here and he can hear them and ...and ... and...

He doesn't know what else.

The feeling of one of His Excellency's blood red tendrils is slipping around his throat as he tries to think about it. He doesn't know if that's real either. He's dreamt of his teachers, his binds, so many times but he's never really woke to them when he sets up screaming.

That probably was hell on Opettaja's ears and he should probably apologize for that but the building doesn't smell like Gaudium even if it looks like it. Oscha could be playing another trick on him. He doesn't remember Herba coming to collect him once more. He doesn't remember breathing in anything weird or drinking anything strange but then again that was the point and even when he did, he doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember anything ... He doesn't remember... How did he end up in a room with Opettaja in the first place? All he knows is - he is in the middle of a very well built nest that is filled to the very brim of the scents of everyone he loves and that is something he can say he likes. He very much likes and Opettaja is right next to him and he can hear and smell him so clearly too.

His Excellency would never allow this. So why is he here? He saw Herba kill the man but then he - no - didn't he? The tendril is tightening around his throat as he takes the time to think. How dare he take the time to think?! He knows better. He knows and his hands are up and tugging at the blanket that is loosely wrapped down over his shoulders as the panic sets in.

Why is he fighting back? He knows better than to fight back but Opettaja is here and he doesn't want him to have to see this. He doesn't want Opettaja to have to watch him die and see the truth in his immortality.

When did he tell Opettaja he was immortal?

He must have. He doesn't remember doing it but he must have.

"I'm sorry." He sobs as hands firm on the blankets close to his throat. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

He doesn't even remember what he did to make the little beast so angry this time, but it was obviously something and if he didn't act soon then he was going to die and Opettaja was going to be forced to watch. Worse, Opettaja was going to be forced to deal with his corpse when he doesn't fade.

He is the only Misterican in all of history that has ever left a corpse and he can't say he cares for it. He can't say he cares for that fact at all.

"Please spare me, Your Excellency. Please."

He hates the fact his sobbing isn't fake. He hates the fact that every tear is as real as the last he does the only thing he knows how to do in this situation and that's to cry and beg forgiveness.

"Please Your Excellency." He tries again as he struggles a bit to get every crawling tendril on him off of himself but it all feels as hopeless as it ever does.

"Please, Your Excellency. Please don't make him watch this."

[endress-knight-the-drokain]

I think the worst part about a post-weirdmageddon world is the nightmares. Is he back? Or is that my damaged subconscious?

[shiroi---kumo]

He dare not lift his head despite the sounds of the knight awakening. Despite the sounds of his companion breaking free of whatever wicked torture the Misterican unwittingly trapped him in. Despite Rowan finally coming to, the body of white does not move and the head of snowy locks does not rise. 

He is dangerous and as such he cannot risk anyone else's safety by remaining in their presence. Rowan had served as a safeguard of sorts to shield him from all that consumes this land and its nonhuman inhabitants. Inhabitants like him.  This one wayward oh so very not human prince. What would happen to him if he left? What would happen to him if he ventured off to find Black Wind on his own? 

What will happen to Rowan if he stays? 

It's been hours since the knight went down. It was hours of torture and torment and sensitive ears listening to his companion's body struggle and strain. It's been hours and finally the real test of one's sisu is finally over.

They have been in life threatening situation after life threatening situation again and again since his arrival and he cannot say he much cares for this lifestyle. Does that mean that Black Wind is fending off on his own? The thought of it is something he can't say he finds himself all too fond of. Though, his Other is a warrior not to be trifled with if he's ever seen one. Black Wind also had range to his advantage in this deep and dank place that seemed to be filled with nothing more than decaying flesh and death. 

That means the warrior of the winds at the very least when it came to their foes - he didn't have to touch them. Rowan seemed to be rather adverse to any of these twisted beings that inhabit this land making any form of contact with the prince and the silver band he now wore…

He never took it off. The ring that Rowan had gifted him some time ago; the knight presenting it to the Cloud Prince declaring that it would help prevent him from getting corrupted. Rowan never did answer his question when he demanded to know what that meant. So instead the Unlimited of Light merely relented in his questioning and placed the band on the ring finger of his left hand … and it's stayed there ever since. 

He doesn't know what any of it means. He doesn't know why Rowan's been so obsessive about making sure that the Cloud does not engage the enemy with his own blade. He doesn't know what that strange darkness is and he certainly doesn't know anything about any Abyss. He's been kept in the dark for a lack of a better metaphor and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like anything about this entire situation and he hasn't from the start.

Rowan only dodges his questions, and makes little conversation but he knows - at least he thinks he knows that he can trust the fellow swordsman. Rowan has done nothing to give him a reason to believe otherwise. He's just - the Prince of the Clouds is no longer accustom to being protected and the only he would have dubbed his own guard is not here.

At least he prays to Lady Tiamat and Lord Bahamut alike that he isn't. He is ready to nearly beg them both to keep his Other out of this place that can only be described as Hell made real.

A shy jade eye peeks up from the arm it was hiding against to look towards his companion and it takes in the sight of him. Sweat running over his features and a look that speaks of the horrors he's seen for him. No words need to be exchanged between the two knights for such things to be told. Jade notes the way blue is looking back at.

Blue. Blue like Black Wind.

So the prince's face dips down to hide moonlit vision again against a white robed form. A small voice - smaller than the royal has ever sounded in the face of this knight - echoes out into the space between them.

"Are you - Are you okay?"

Restraint, as the tendrils hold back his arms, enveloped by the dark that he so greatly wished to destroy. Struggling, and struggling, he can't seem to break free...

This realm of dreams is something foreboding, hostile and devoid of much escape. Why did he have to ignore all reason when his companion offered him better sleep? Was it the prospect that he would be able to catch more than a couple of hours at most? Maybe the deprivation of such a basic and necessary function had left him in full desperation, without clear mind to consider any consequences.

But, despite the iron clad walls of a deep sleep, he could still sense his environment in the world of the living. Though, he can't fully recognize who or what is calling his name, it sounds like something far beyond. Something demanding for his attention. Struggling once more, it almost seemed like a failure. But not unlike tape finally stressing from elasticity tears, he finally ripped loose from one of the abyssal tendrils, slashing it with the dagger he had on him.

The power of someone among the living has reinforced the one thing that won't be stolen from him, even in his own worst nightmare; his will. From the outside, one may begin to see something ominous, the aura forming 'round him as he literally fights through his hellscape beyond sleep.

Although cutting alone was no longer enough, and a familiar eye shot forth it's gaze. The damned thing that started all of this, the overseer that had foreseen past destruction, that had claimed his home and set him down this path of futile revenge.

He can't reach it.. he can't reach the damned thing... Anxiety, and rage both combine as Rowan tried and tried again, only to be smacked in to an oblivion just out of reach. To be denied again, falling through eternity as all he can make out is a bright light. As he fell, it seemed he'd recoil awake.

A vibrant, and anxious growl sparked from him as he finally jolted awake. It had seemed like everything happened over the course of a few grueling days, but it was only a few hours in that he had managed to break free of the mist, and free from his realm.

Sweat ran cold, while blood ran hot.

It all fell silent again on his part, as his eyes darted around to see a familiar figure, cowered in to himself in melancholy. A much different mood than he was used to seeing from White Cloud. It was only then that he realized..

"Shit...." White Cloud found out what had caused Rowan to be so sleep deprived, always alert and ready for a fight. Why he wasn't able to rest the same way as any normal warrior or human.

And just how horrific such night terrors could be.

There were no words, as he merely gazed in exasperation from the sudden activity that at least assured them both:

He was alive....

[ofowlsdinosaursanddragons]

IDEA FOR Dungeon meshi AU.

Warning! The following au contains: body horror, gore, character death, self harm, VERY tragic yuri, night terrors, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide with help of others, and thistle.

The plot: The au diverges when Laios’ party slays the dragon, annd instead of finding bones, they find mostly digested Falin who, despite all odds, is still living. After using the dragon meat to bring her back to before her getting eaten by the Red dragon. However, the effects of being slowly digested alive and being reformed don’t sit well with a person. However, as the Party rests, Thistle casts a spell to turn falin into the red dragon as punishment.

As Falin dreams, a truly horrifying nightmares brews within her. And within her nightmare, she watched as her friends and family get slowly melted until she does as well just like she did in the dragon’s maw. She wakes up trying to scratch hard on her own skin and drawing blood in the process. This alerts both Marcille and Laios who comfort Falin and helping her.

The next day, Laios and the group make preparations to head back. Falin begins to start acting weird all of a sudden as she eventually runs away and is followed by Marcille. During this point is where the transformation begins: her skin slopping of to reveal fleshy, underdeveloped scales beneath as her bones crack and reform into the physique like that of a red dragon. During this time, Laios’ party meets up with Kandi and Shuro’s party and they hear the sounds of screams that sound like a mix between Falin and a dragon. The parties get attacked by Harpies like in canon but as Marcille finally comes out after going for Falin. She seems terrified and with tears crawling from her eyes as she points behind her. What the Falin was, was not the chimera, It was a horrifying Red Dragon that had it’s had flesh still melting and reforming and sloping of the bones, she had two rows of teeth with the second row looking human. Her rampage would be even worse than in canon with her killing all members on Kabru and Shuro’s party (with Izutsumi the only survivor.)

Falin regains consciousness and tells Laios and Marcille to aim for her throat before she goes feral again. They oblige and Falin seems to die from Marcille exploding her head. However, as the party treks deeper into the Dungeon. She began to heal and reform her head and heal her wounds…

[ed-recoverry]

Shoutout to everyone who experiences sleep as a stressful event.

Shoutout to people with sleep anxiety.

Shoutout to people who often have nightmares as a result of trauma.

Shoutout to people who often experience sleep paralysis.

Shoutout to people who often experience flashbacks in their dreams.

Shoutout to people who find it physically painful to sleep.

Shoutout to people who find it physically painful to lay down.

Shoutout to people with OCD that interferes with sleep.

Shoutout to everyone with insomnia.

Shoutout to everyone who often has nightmares in general.

Shoutout to everyone who often experience night terrors.

Shoutout to people with sleep apnea.

Shoutout to people whose chronic pain/illness worsens during sleep.

Shoutout to people who live in an environment where it’s hard to have uninterrupted sleep.

Shoutout to people who cannot afford or access comfortable and or clean bedding.

Shoutout to people with a phobia of something involving sleep.

Shoutout to people who often have dreams that disturb you.

Shoutout to people who experience worry or pain at the designated time for peace and comfort. I see you and I love you.

[sp0o0kylights]

for the wip game i request the love of my life: Small Town Rumors. she has taken hold of my brain for weeks and i fear she shall never let go

ASK AWAY this is fun lol.

I'm glad you like her! I I'll throw in a piece that is actually from Eddie's POV since I already did one from Wayne's.

(Eddie's been a bit of a bitch to write right where the plot's at since he's in a weird spot emotionally. He's upset that Steve has intruded, has a light case of of "thats MY uncle!!!" jealousy, briefly terrified of what the fuck happened TO Steve, and has a somewhat irrational fear of Steve figuring out he's queer by sheer approximation.

Particularly given that Eddie has a crush on him and Steve's ability to turn even spaghetti-os into a mouth watering meal isn't helping it any.)

Snippet: (Same as last time I cannot guarantee this will remain in the final fic)

"Easy," Eddie crooned soothingly, hands up in a placating gesture. "You're with me--uh, with Eddie? At my and my Uncle Wayne’s trailer. You’re okay." 

Steve blinked at him a few times, lost in his nightmare. 

"It's not safe." He whispered, a fat tear escaping his eye to twist down his bruised cheek.  "We have to go."

‘Fuck night terrors man’ Eddie thought, because God was he trying, really and truly trying, to keep the Munson Doctrine intact.

Steve was a jock. 

A bully. A guy who yeah, got dethroned, but it wasn't like it was by choice. 

People like Steve would always bounce back eventually, and he'd go on to live a happy, white picket life while Daddy helped him up the corporate ladder, not a single lesson learned.

Yet here Harrington stood, back flat against the trailer walls, chest heaving in panic for the second night in a row and Eddie couldn't just leave him there.

Not like this.

Not when he could do something.

[weaverpop]

If Nezha has a nightmare and wants to crawl into bed with Jing, but Azure's there too, is he still doing it?

Awwww noooo the bby!🥺 (tw angst and night terrors)

I could defo imagine that. Like, Nezha has a horrible nightmare about something or other, nothing specific bc sometimes it do be like that. And normally he wouldn’t go to Jing, he’d just ride it out, he’s an adult and has been for a while. But it’s just so much, he can’t calm down, and eventually quietly makes his way to Jing’s bedroom.

He peaks in and softly knocks on the door. Jing, despite it being decades since Nezha has done this, immediantly wakes upon hearing the familiar sound. He is very concerned when he sees Nezha’s tear stained face, his shaking form, and his pleading expression. Nezha doesn’t even have to ask, all it takes is a soft and warbled “Baba…” and Jing immediantly reverts to “make it better” daddy mode.

Jing: “Oh baby come here.”

Nezha: (Wuietky shuffles in and into the bed.)

Azure, sleepily: “J’ng? W’asit?”

Jing, softly: “Nezha’s sleeping here tonight. Night terrors.”

Azure: (Hums softly and wraps them both into a warm hug)

Nezha, head on Jing’s chest: “Baba….”

Jing, letting Nezha’s hair: “Shh, go to sleep little Wanzi.”

Nezha always feels embarrassed the next day, but Jing always reassures him that it’s ok, that he’s always welcome! Azure joins, and Nezha recovers the wonders of giant cat cuddles! Thus begin the cuddle puddles!