Devotions of Your Keeper (Thoma X Fem Reader)

Nightmare

Synopsis: Thoma does everything he can to comfort you after a nightmare you had about seeing him die. A typical nightmare plot, and really an excuse for more Thoma comfort cuddles because I'm addicted to that stuff.

Theme(s): A LOT of Comfort

Relationship: Dating

Trigger Warnings: Nightmare, Injury Detail

Word Count: 1535

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Nightmare

"NO!" you screamed. You tried desperately to run in and stop Thoma getting hurt again. But the more you tried to run, the less progress you seemed to make. All you could do was watch on in horror as your fallen boyfriend took hit after hit.

He looked up at you, bloodied and bruised. He reached out a weak desperate hand . . .

"Y/N, help . . ."

Behind him, the enemy raised their weapon for the finishing blow. Thoma screamed in agony as he was slashed mercilessly again and again.

"THOMA!"

"Y/N?"

You collapsed to your knees, screaming with all the tears as a blackness began to swallow you whole.

"THOMA!"

"Y/N, wake up."

You were so busy wailing after your disappearing dying boyfriend, that you didn't feel the warm hands on you until they squeezed your shoulders and shook them frantically.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up."

Something tapped your cheek. You let out a startled scream. You opened your eyes and gasped for breath. You blinked rapidly as you took in your surroundings. The room wasn't much darker than wherever the hell you were last. And leaning over you, holding onto you was . . . Thoma?

How . . . ?

"Hi . . ." he murmured, cupping your face in his hands. You stared up at him in shock.

It couldn't be.

You just saw him die right in front of you . . .

"You alright?" His voice was so soft . . . You weren't alright at all. Your mind screamed as you tried to stop it from spinning. What was going on?

Why was Thoma wearing white?

Was he actually dead?

Were you dead too?

Your racing heart was threatening to pound out your chest. Your breaths became short and sharp, your eyes flooding with tears. You tried to ask him what was happening, but found yourself screaming when the words wouldn't come.

"Okay, come here. Come here to me."

Before you could process it, Thoma had scooped you up in his arms, pulling you into a tight embrace up on his lap. You spluttered in your sobs. You could barely breathe and were practically paralyzed from fear.

"I- I thought you were-" You coughed and spluttered- your chest was in absolute agony. "I saw you dying-"

"Okay, m'love . . . okay . . ." Thoma cradled your head with one hand. He ran his other one up and down your body.

"You were having a nightmare . . . It was just a dream, okay? It's okay . . . It's over now . . ."

You grabbed onto the crisp white shirt he had on, clinging on like it was your life. You sobbed harder and harder. The more you tried to control your breath, the more you spluttered and sobbed.