#also yes we are getting over the flu thanks for asking

[libertyreads]

One of the orders I placed with my birthday gift cards has come in.

[izels-writing]

r. lupin — nargles, wrackspurts, and moly necklaces, oh my!

Pairing: remus lupin x fem!whimsical!reader

Summary: remus realizes he’s been a bad boyfriend.

Warnings: remus is a little dumb, i tried to portray an eccentric reader and failed i apologize, used the same three creatures im so sorry😭, slightly specific, NAMECALLING (not by anyone important), LET ME KNOW IF I MISS A WARNING!!

KINDA WANNA MAKE A PART TWO—LET ME KNOW IF YOU’D WANT ONE!!!

the first thing remus lupin noticed about you was your smile. it was subtle and contagious, but warm all the same. you were very beautiful, that he was sure of.

"oh hello," you introduced in a soft kind voice. "don't suppose you're looking for nargles as well? me and my friend lena are searching for them,"

remus paused. "i'm...i'm sorry...nargles?" he'd never heard of those before.

"yes, have you seen them?" you asked lightly. "they stole my friend lena's shoes, her brother said it had to be nargles,"

remus shook his head, afraid he'd say something insensitive. you hummed, looking dazed—or rather, in your own little world. he'd seen you around before, every once in a while, but he didn't really know your name.

"very well, thank you," you hummed, turning to walk away.

"wait!" he called out louder than he meant to. you turned around, surprised, but curious nonetheless. "what's your name?"

you smiled. "i'm y/n, nice to meet you. goodbye now," and you were off, not a care in the world.

remus wasn't sure what it was that attracted you to him, be it your carefree nature or your beauty—but he had to get to know you.

——

TWO YEARS LATER...

"uhm, why are we out here again, love?" remus asked, following behind you as your wand illuminated you both a path through the forbidden forest. it was day time, but the forest was still rather dark. you jumped over a tree root and stood there, looking around the forest with a rather dreamy look on your face.

"have you got a wrackspurt in your ears?" you giggled. "we're looking for any sign of the crumple-horned snorkack, lena's brother xeno said there's been sighting near hogsmeade,"

remus was quite sure there was no such thing, especially since he knew xenophilius liked to trick you and lena often. you two were best friends and rather...eccentric. you believed in many things others didn't, but perhaps lena might've been more quirky than you—making you the perfect pair. unfortunately for you, lena was in your shared dorm recovering from the flu.

but remus also enjoyed spending as much time as he could with you.

"i figured if anyone could help me find it, it'd be you—your werewolf senses will come in handy," you said  in a distracted hum.

remus liked that about you too, you'd figured out his furry little problem two months into dating him—and you never treated it like a disease, always looking for a bright side to the curse.

"besides, i figured you'd enjoy coming along—since no one will see us together," you said calmly, continuing to walk into the forest. remus' eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he followed after you quickly.

"how do you mean, love?" he asked calmly, putting a hand on your shoulder. you stopped, turning to him.

"well, i've noticed that you enjoy doing things where people won't see us," you said in a thoughtful tone, though your eyes told an entirely different story. "if you're embarrassed to be seen with me, you should've told me," you explained.

remus looked at you shocked. "what?! no, of course i'm not embarra—how could you think that?"

for the first time in his life, remus noticed a fiery look in your eye as your eyebrows furrowed angrily. "your friends and family don't know you have a girlfriend, we only see each other after curfew, and you hardly talk to me in classes where it’s not just the two of us," you said sternly, your voice still it's soft melodic tone.

truth be told, you were right. and perhaps he was slightly embarrassed, but not for the reasons you thought. he was afraid of what everyone would say, him, a werewolf, dating such a kind and beautiful girl? not to mention, you and remus were very different. while he was logical, you were emotional. while he believed in the facts, you were open minded to all possibilities. he was afraid his friends would make terrible fun of you.

was he embarrassed of you?

"let's just finish looking, dinner will be soon," you said softly, turning to continue walking. he followed behind, attempting every way he could to measure just how mad you were at him.

——

"thank you for looking with me," you said gently, getting in your tippy toes to kiss remus' cheek. "i'll let you get to your friends now," you added, pulling back.

before you could turn and walk off, remus grabbed your hand. "who're you having dinner with? i thought lena was still sick?" he asked.

"she is," you replied fancifully. "i was going to sit at the end, watching for any nargles," you assured.

remus shook his head. "come, have dinner with me and my friends,"

"why?" you asked curiously. "oh, i made you upset earlier, didn't i? your face did that twitch,"

"what? no! i'm not upset, you had a point, i think you should meet my friends and family," remus replied. "we've been dating for a year now, what better time than now, right?"

you hummed in agreement. "yes, but i don't suppose they've got moly necklaces? like the one i gave you for christmas?"

remus tried to hide his amusement as your concern for his friends not having a small jar of moly made into a necklace. it was a perfect plant to counteract enchantments, but you liked to make it more appealing and accessible to eat if needed. you cared, in your own eccentric way.

"well, no," he replied softly.

"well, then i can't meet them yet! it's bad luck to not give people moly necklaces when you want to impress them! i'll meet them tomorrow!" you said determinedly in your soft, breathy voice. you turned to leave, but spun around one last time to give him a quick kiss on the lips, before beginning to dart down the hall.

"where are you going?!" remus called out, smiling admirably at you as you walked away from him.

"to make necklaces!" you called back softly.

——

divination class was one of your favorite classes, and it was one of the few classes remus actually talked and worked with you in. he was your table partner, of course, so it only made sense.

"well, my dream was morbid. i saw a dead body," he mumbled quietly to you.

you thought carefully. "one body or two?"

"one," he replied.

"you're going to fail your next potions test," you finalized, extremely confident in your statement.

he smiled at you, chuckling slightly before nodding at your journal. "what was your dream last night, love?"

"oh it was terrible," you sighed. "i couldn't find my potions textbook, and then my stuff kept disappearing left and right. and then people, you weren't there at all—it felt scary. but, i suppose it was the night hag paying us both a visit." you shrugged.

you had a knack for doing that, saying something very intimate but brushing it off with some creature. remus, at the beginning of your relationship, didn't know what to make of it. now, he just went along.

"i make you feel safe?" he asked softly, looking for your eyes.

"of course! who else if not you?" you replied, as though it were obvious.

remus smiled softly to himself.

"everyone else just thinks i'm mad," you smiled. "you actually listen to me," you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

——

though you didn't look it, remus could see you were a bit nervous to have dinner with his friends. you clutched the necklaces of moly tightly, waiting and watching as you waited for him outside the door the great hall. truth be told, he was more than nervous.

what if they made fun of you? what if they didn't like you? they were his only friends—his brothers, what would he do without them?

he went up to you, fixing his sweater collar. you looked beautiful, wearing a dark red shirt with a low-cut black overall dress over it and lacey tights with your mary-janes. your hair was neatly brushed and your makeup was minimal but precise. you looked like you were putting in effort, but still yourself.

“hello, love,” he smiled, pretending to be subtle as he checked you out. you smiled, “hello, rem,”

“come on, let’s meet the boys, i promise they’re fun once you get to know them,” he mumbled to you, to which you nodded. you didn’t try to reach other for his hand, feeling it wasn’t the right moment, but he did it instead—showing you that he really wasn’t embarrassed of you.

you both walked into the great hall, clutching his hand with one of your hands and holding the moly necklaces in the other. you spotted his friends—james potter, sirius black, and peter pettigrew—and felt a feeling you’d never felt before.

shy.

remus pulled you beside him as the two of you faced his friends, smiling at you before turning to them. to say they were shocked was an understatement.

the three of them looked between the two of you, confused and amazed all the same. especially as they glanced at the two of you holding hands, as you both sat right in front of them.

“this is y/n, my girlfriend,” remus emphasized to the three of them, before turning to you. “y/n, these are my mates sirius, james, and peter,”

“oh uhm…” james said, still recovering from his intial shock.

“has a wrackspurt interfered?” you asked before you could stop yourself, leaning close. “they can be tricky things, aren’t they?”

sirius smiled widely. remus thought for sure this dinner was going to be cut short, as sirius didn’t exactly have a talent for being sensitive.

“i’m sorry…did you say…wrackspurt?” he asked again. remus closed his eyes, fearing and dreading the worst.

“yes,” you replied in your dreamy tone. “do you know what they are?”

sirius chuckled, but not in a humorous way. “uhm, pandora burke , xenophilius lovegood’s girlfriend, she was telling me about them at some pureblood party we were both forced to attend. just hadn’t heard anyone else talk about them? do magical creatures interest you?”

remus opened his eyes, relieved and no longer bracing for impact that was tension.

“yes! i hope to be a mazooligist after graduating,” you added.

“that’s amazing, my dad knows plenty of them, says they’re always looking for interns over the summer—maybe i can ask for you?” james suggested. remus furrowed his eyebrows a bit. he didn’t know that.

“that would nice!” you smiled.

“what is that?” peter asked politely, pointing to your hand which still held the moly necklaces.

“oh! i almost forgot, these are for you,” you replied, handing each of them a necklace. “they’re molt necklaces, great plant for countering enchantments. i also topped it with butterbeer corks, to keep the nargles away,”

peter smiled kindly, though confused because he didn’t exactly know what nargles were, and replied, “well, thank you very much,”

the three boys put them on immediately, without another word. soon enough, they began conversing with you and each other like they’d known you as long as remus had. despite your quirks and eccentric ways, they seemed to like you.

remus smiled softly. he had no idea what he’d been so afraid of.

you and his friends were going to be just fine together.

[werewolfnarrative]

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M!Zayne and F!Reader. "Fluffy Treatment" inspired.

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The day had took a - terrible - unexpected turn. A Wanderer appeared in a No Hunt Zone and the lack of personnel because of the seasonal flu had made it terribly difficult. All units that would otherwise be in their day off had to report for duty.

Zayne was also struggling with work. There was only a simple(r) surgery scheduled for the day, but Akso Hospital was brimming with citizens of all ages trying to get something akin to coughing syrup and fever meds.

You arrive home after sundown, tend to minor wounds and cook a very lazy dinner for two. The board of Kitty Cards you had promised to play on that day lay discarded in the living room table. The soft sound of yawning Evol kittens was your only company in the apartment.

A little over an hour later you hear the shifting sound of keys. The door opened and your doctor seemed worse for wear. Slight eyebags formed under his eyes, oily bangs dangled in his forehead and there were slight stains in his white coat.

"Hello, love. How was work today?" He gives a sad smile. Not a talking day, then. Zayne leaves his briefcase in your shared bedroom and comes back in a more comfortable attire. He heats up the food in silence, finishes his nightly routine and slams right to bed.

"I'm sorry we coudn't play Kitty Cards today. I haven't forgotten." He mumbles when you join him under the covers. "I also had a rough day at work. These things happen." He comes closer for a snuggle. "We can always do it tomorrow."

"I love you." Is the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep.

You wake with the first rays of sunshine. Your boyfriend, always the morning person, has already gotten up. It was time for his morning job, altough you could hear a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen.

"What is the special occasion?" You inquire as Zayne is terribly focused in putting a perfect pancake in your plate. There is a cup of tea across the table for him, and a generous mug of coffee on your side. Whipped cream, syrup and strawberries are scattered across the table as you decorate your breakfast. "Thank you for cooking dinner last night. I'm not sure, just wanted to make something this morning."

His face is positively glowing. That night's sleep must have made wonders for him. The eyebags are way less proeminent, he totally took a shower since his hair is silky smooth and the beautiful cat ears move to the morning sun.

Wait, what?

You stop your fork midway. Zayne, your lovely surgeon, is sporting cat ears as he walks across the table. When he turns around to flip the last pancake, you see a tail from the same shade of the ears move as if it was real.

"MY LOVE??" You ask, exasperated. With all precision in the world, another pancake is put before you. "Yes, darling?" How could you possibly tell him and not look like a lunatic?

"You have cat ears. And a tail." Zayne just quirks his eyebrows and sits down. "Is that so?" A mountain of whipped cream - one his dentist would complain about, no doubt - blocks your vision. "Why do I have cat features, my love?"

That was surely a mystery. You stand in silence while he devours his pancakes, completely oblivious to the movements of his own body. After your meal was finished in (un)comfortable silence, all the dishes were put in the sink and Zayne was looking for alone time to finish some reports.

"Oh God you were being serious?!" You hear a shout coming from his study table. This is the first time Zayne touches his new appendages since they appeared, looking bewildered. "I imagined this was another one of your pranks. How could this happen?" Initial shock gave way to interest. You come closer.

You run your hands to were his head meets the base of his ears. It was like any other part of his body. After that, you check his tail and find the meeting point. His back is turned to you, but you feel his body heat and mild shifting.

"Everything okay in there, babe?" He doesn't respond. You look at his face and there is a perceptible flush all over his cheeks and human ears. "Can you feel this?"

"I-I think it's better if I go back to work." And steps away. "I'm sure it's nothing dangerous and I will be back to normal soon, love. No reason to worry." With no further comments, he turns around and leaves the room.

Everytime you tried talking to him about it, he would blush profusely and diffuse your comments. He even called the hospital to say he was feeling terribly ill and coudn't come to work that day. His health was pristine, even with the feline feaures.

"I know there is something bothering you, Zayne." He looks at you like a child being scolded. After you began using pet names in the relationship, real names were signal to trouble. "Why don't you want to talk about it? Does it hurt?"

"No!" He shakes his head. "It's just... a lot is happening... and I don't know how to deal with it." "So you would rather bear it all alone with your reports? I am right here if you need me and you know you should ask for help with things that are bothering you."

His eyes soften and you can swear you see his breathing become more stable. Even then, he doesn't come closer to you. You leave the room and the confused doctor behind.

Around then minutes later, the door opens and a tall figure approaches you. Zayne firmly sits you on the couch and lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. "Can we cuddle?" You shift to a more comfortable position and begin petting his ears. The creeping blush returns and you hear his purr.

"Keep going." He request, and you move to pet his back. His breathing becomes labored and you notice him arching his back to meet your touch. When you touch his tail, he moans quietly.

You stop in shock. Your beloved doctor had trouble to voice his needs, so this was a nice change of pace. You decide to use both your hands to elicit more reactions from him. Not long after, you feel him grinding against your thigh.

"Do you want to take off your pants, my love?" He looks up at you. His eyes are glossy and his face is terribly red. "I want to take off your pants." He concludes.

You both shift in the couch to put your plans in motion. It was quite difficult when Zayne was hugging you so tightly, but it would make do. With a little bit of effort, both of you were undressed.

He slides down and puts his nose right above your clit. Kitten licks and small bites were distributed all around the area before he decided to dive in. Zayne moved up and down, alternating between your slick and the bundle of nerves above.

Moisture dripped down onto the couch, but you coudn't find it in you to care. Your boyfriend speeds up, and you know you won't last long under his ministrations. "Ah, ah, we're m-making a mess." You manage to say.

"Good." You feel his hot breath. "I want you to make a mess. Please make a mess on me." He goes back to work with renewed vigor. Waves of pleasure pool in your stomach and you know you're close.

"Z-Zayne, I'm gonna cum." That seemed like more of an incentive to him than anything else. You feel his tongue draw patterns on your flesh before setting on an onslaught of your bud. Using the little of what was left of your brain, you can distinguish a "Z" and then an "A". He was writing his name on your clit.

Your orgasm hits suddently. He helps you ride it, groaning in satisfaction as you grind your pussy against his face. After a few waves, the feeling diminished and gives way to overstimulation. "A break, please." Your voice is hoarse but Zayne doesn't look any better, his cat ears twitching and face full of your release.

Pearly-white beads of precum slide down his cock and the tip is red and swollen. You both look at it at the same time and then make eye contact. "Let me help you." You say.

He pretty much pounced at you, protecting your head from hitting the couch as he forcefully pushed you down. His lips are into yours in a second, and the gasps he makes are music to your ears. "Is this why you have been avoiding me this morning?" It takes a while for him to reply. "I want to be close to you. I want to love you and protect you every waking moment and hope to dream of you at night."

He uses a finger to prepare you for the stretch. You use your own hand to smear precum against his slick. He hisses. "But ever since this morning I... It's not enough." He adds a second one and begins a scissoring motion. You moan at the feeling. "I want to bite and lick and - I even thought about bringing you a dead bird this morning."

Zayne looks away in something dangerously close to shame. His tail is a black blur behind him. "I didn't want you to see me so needy. You also have things to do and I shoudn't be like this." He positions himself at your entrance.

"We don't know what happened to you yet." Your train of thought threatens to be interrupted once his tip begins teasing you. "It's okay to be needy sometimes, and it does make sense you would be feeling more catlike today." You wink and he gives a soft laugh. Such a lovely sound.

The stretch is not so bad as the first time. You both make sure the experience is less painful as possible. "Wh-what about the other things?" Your mind returns to his earlier comments. The licks and the love bittes he is holding himself not to do.

You bite his shoulder and he screams. You can feel is dick twitch inside your walls. He almost cums from the feeling. "I bite you and you bite me. Deal?" That sounds good for him, since in the next moment he is lowering his head and sucking your boobs.

There are bites scattered from your neck to the inside of your thigs, his hips moving the entire time. Your second orgasm is alredy approaching, and the way Zayne teases your breasts is clearly not helping.

He snuggles closer to you, almost as if he is trying to merge both your bodies together. He whimpers with the new angle. "I'm close. Wanna come inside." You enthusiastically agree. Always the safe sex preacher, it feels good to do it without a condom for once.

"Oh you feel so good please wanna feel you cum too." He starts blabbering and moves to play with your clit. You begin meeting his thrust halfway, and soon both of you are moaning each other's names. Your "Za-Zayne"s is everything he needs to release everything inside.

That feeling combined with him deftly playing with your bud makes you reach your peak too. "Thank you thank you I love you" Is what you can distinguish from his chants. A kiss is all you can give to tell him you love him too.

After the aftershocks of the orgasm have passed, the stickiness of the sofa and the sweat clinging to your body were starting to make you uncomfortable. "Wanna take a shower?" He was still nugding you. "I don't want to let you go."

"What if we take a shower and then cuddle in bed? We can deal with the destruction of the couch later." He stretches lazily, ears moving all the way down and then returning back up, his tail making similar movements. He nods and both of you dissapear behind the bathroom door.

Grayson was ready to check out, and Yvone's shift would end in about an hour. The movement of the hospital was finally starting to die down. "It's such a shame Dr. Zayne caught the flu." She commented.

"Truly. I can't imagine how he must be feeling, alone at home and sick." They both give an understanding look at each other and return to their tasks.

Maybe things aren't so bad as they seem.

[themultifandomgal]

Hi lovely, love reading your work!!!! Could you do one either Connor Rhodes x reader or Will Halstead x reader where she gets really sick with the flu or something and basically gets wiped out for the week, just her boyfriend/ husband (whatever works better) fussing over her doing all kinds of checks on her, just overall caring?

Connor Rhodes- Full Of Flu

Connor and I have been dating now for quite some years. We met through my sister April since she works at the same hospital as Connor and of course dating a doctor means that if I’m ever ill, he knows best.

I wake up early in the morning to Connor’s alarm going off, but the first thing I notice is how sore my throat is and how bad my head hurts. Groaning I throw the bed sheet over my head

“Not going to give me a morning kiss?” I hear my boyfriend says from next to me. I shake my head in reply, but quickly realise that’s a huge mistake. Groaning again I push my face into my pillow “what’s wrong?” Connor asks removing the bedsheet from my head

“Head hurts, throat sore”

“Hmmm you do feel warm” Connor places his hand on my forehead “let me take your temp” he says leaving the bedroom before quickly returning with a thermometer, painkillers and a bottle of water. Connor takes my temperature and sighs “102. I’ve got a 12 hour shift today, but if you start to feel worse message me”

“Ok” i hum to Connor placing a gentle kiss on my head before getting dressed then leaving the bedroom.

I must have fallen back asleep for some time because when I wake up again the sun is shining and next to me on the bedside table is a bottle of water, painkillers and a little note. However I feel worse that I had earlier. My body is now aching, my nose is stuffy, I also feel a little nauseous too. Still feeling extremely tired, I decided what’s best is to just have a bed day today.

12 hours later Connor returns home and I’ve got progressively worse, having to go to the bathroom a few times to throw up

“How are you feeling?”

“Like crap” I reply shivering in bed

“Have you eaten anything?” Connor asks sitting on the edge of the bed

“No. Been sick”

“Just drink the water slowly, little sips. Can I take your temp again?”

“Yeah” I sigh

“103.3 Jesus baby it’s going up”

“M’cold” I say wrapping the bedsheet round me more

“I know, but you can’t get to warm. Let me go and get some more Tylenol and water”

As the days go by Connor is amazing and thankfully with his help I start to feel better, however this flu does take it out of me. After 2 days I start to eat a little more, connors homemade soup has been a life saver, but I’ve been so tired. Connor has got me out of bed and in clean pyjamas

“Can you try and eat a bit more?” Connor asks looking at the soup in my bowl

“Not hungry”

“I know but you’ve got to eat. Just have 3 more mouthfuls”

“Fine” I give in knowing there’s no point in arguing with him

“Good. Once you’ve eaten then I’ll run you a bath and wash your hair for you. Then we can go to bed”

“And cuddle”

“Yes and cuddle”

“Thank you for looking after me”

“Always. April said she will come over tomorrow on her day off while I do my shift”

“I’ll be fine on my own”

“I know you, you’ll stay in bed all day, won’t eat and will probably forget to drink anything. Aprils coming over, end of story”

For the rest of the week Connor takes care of me, and I start to feel better, however I must of passed the flu to Connor because he’s now the one having to have someone check his temp. Nothing worse than a doctor getting sick because they won’t ask for help or let someone else take care of them. Connor may be stubborn, but so am I. It’s my turn now to look after my boyfriend and I can honestly say I don’t mind one bit.

[iamwhoami]

Babysitting 101

Chicago Med

You and Connor babysit Owen so that Will and Natalie can still have their date night after the babysitter calls in sick.

Warnings: None

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

"Nice job back there Dr. Y/L/N," Connor smiled at you.

The two of you had just finished a relatively easy surgery and had returned to the ED to help with the backlog of patients. Between the icy roads and flu season, they could use all the help they could get in there.

"You weren't too shabby either Dr. Rhodes," You shot back and Connor smirked.

"Quit flirting over there lovebirds," Maggie called out, "Y/N you're needed in Treatment 2. Connor, we have an incoming five minutes out, you're going to Baghdad."

"I'll see you after shift then?" Connor quirked an eyebrow and you nodded.

"You bet."

~~~

The rest of your day flew by without any sight of your boyfriend. You were so busy, constantly rushing from one room to next in an attempt to catch up with the schedule.

By the end of your shift, you were absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to open a bottle of wine and put on your favourite movie while snuggling Connor on the couch.

It was that thought that managed to keep you on your feet.

"I am ready to call it a night," You breathed out while you gathered your items, "I don't know if my feet could stand a moment longer."

"Well, they're going to need to find some juice if you want to get to your car," Maggie joked.

You laughed, "Not if I can convince Connor to carry me there."

"I don't think you'd have any trouble," Maggie said and shook her head, "That man is whipped for you..."

You both chuckled at that but you both also knew it was true. Connor would fly to the moon for you.

"Well, have a good night Y/N," Maggie said and left, leaving you to wait for Connor alone.

You quietly waited on the couch for Connor to finish up his last surgery of the day. Nurses and doctors bustled in and out of the lounge and you wished each and every one of them a good night. You were mostly just on your phone, not actively engaging in any other conversation when you overheard your friend Natalie speaking.

"Sorry Will," She was saying, "The nanny just texted. She can't stay later tonight, something with her sister came up."

"Don't worry about it," Will responded, "I'll cancel the reservation then."

You spoke before you could really think things through, "I can watch Owen!"

When your sudden outburst was met with confused silence, you flushed and fumbled with your words.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, I just overheard," You mumbled quickly, "But seriously if you guys need someone to watch Owen, Connor and I can totally do it."

"Connor won't mind?" Natalie asked and you shook your head.

You and Connor hadn't really talked about kids but this wasn't anything like that. All you had to do was look after a toddler for a few hours. How hard could that be?

"We don't have anything better to do tonight anyway," You told them, "In fact, I think it'll be really fun!"

Natalie chuckled at your enthusiasm, "Well I can assure you that it won't be dull."

"Exactly," You pointed your finger at her, "You and Will go on your date. Do. Not. Cancel. Connor and I will watch Owen."

Will and Natalie took a moment to look at each other as if they were contemplating your offer. Finally, Natalie turned back to face you and nodded.

"Thank you Y/N," Natalie said genuinely, "I owe you one."

You shook your head though, "Nah...you don't owe me anything. I'm just glad I can help."

It was decided that Natalie and Will would go and get ready for their date and that they would drop off Owen when you and Connor were back at your apartment. You figured that you should give Connor a heads up but he was still in surgery and you weren't going to disturb him because he was suddenly on babysitting duty afterwards.

He'd get over it.

About ten minutes later, a tired-looking Connor walked into the doctor's lounge and the deepest part of your gut felt bad that you had dragged him into babysitting Owen after a long shift. That guilt caused you to just stare at your boyfriend for a solid minute before he pointed it out.

"What did you do," Connor demanded teasingly as he turned to face you.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, "Nothing!"

"Uh-huh..." Connor raised an eyebrow, "I know that look Y/N."

You feigned offence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Connor only continued to stare at you and after a while, you finally caved.

"Okay fine," You sighed. "You have to promise that you won't get mad."

Connor nodded, "Okay..."

"I..." You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them again. "I kind of volunteered us to babysit Owen while Nat and Will go on a date."

Silence.

“So…” You stared at Connor, “Thoughts?”

Connor raised an eyebrow, “You voluntarily agreed to look after a toddler…after working a 12 hour shift…”

“Correct.”

The two of you stood there, staring at each other, unmoving. After a hot second, Connor let out a slightly exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alrighty then, I suppose we should get going then,” Connor gave you a small smile, “wouldn’t want to keep Nat and Will waiting now would we?”

~~~ Perhaps you had underestimated how exhausting looking after a toddler could be.

No, you definitely had.

Dinner had been tiring enough. Somehow more food had gotten on you and Connor than into Owen's stomach.

"You've got a little something there," Connor teased and wiped mashed potato off your eyebrows.

You laughed, "What? Are you sure it's not my new makeup?"

Game after game. Activity after activity. It just didn't end, and yet somehow, it was you and Connor that were tired out, not Owen.

"Y/N!" Owen's little voice gleefully called out. "Come play!"

You huffed but smiled big for the little boy before pushing yourself onto your feet.

Connor couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you having some regrets right about now?"

"Pfttt, never," You shook your head as you sat yourself down on the ground next to Owen. "Right buddy? We're having a blast?"

Connor smiled at you affectionately. He couldn't deny that he was tired but he also had zero regrets. You were so good with Owen. The way you spoke to him. The way you naturally were so attuned to his needs. The way you understood his toddler language.

It took about another hour before Owen's energy began to wane. After a ten minute chase around the apartment, you had managed to wrangle Owen into his pajamas and Connor convinced him to brush his teeth.

Another twenty minutes later and Owen was passed out in bed and you and Connor collapsed on the couch.

"I'm not sure which was more exhausting," Connor joked. "Our twelve hour shift or this."

You teased, "Did a toddler outdo you?"

"Absolutely," Connor shook his head. "I was absolutely outdone by a toddler."

Laughing, you leaned against Connor who wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to his chest.

"You're really good with him you know," Connor softly said.

You hummed, "You weren't so bad yourself."

"Maybe we should babysit more often," Connor added and you scoffed.

"I think we need a few weeks to recover before making any big decisions."

[angelsvoice1love]

Unknown (pt 1)

Y/n: Really, Conrad? You asked, as he threw his energy drink on the man's car.

Conrad: Yes. He parked on a disabled parking, and he wasn't at all. So, this is what he gets.

Y/n: Well, if he's breaking the law...then I guess it's only fair. You replied, smiling at him.

After a while of running around, and treating patients a mother with a little girl came running in yelling and asking for help.

Since you are a 2nd year resident, you ran up to the mother and the daughter. You started listening to her breathing, it was slow and sounded steady. Suddenly, she started seizing. After you gave her a shot to stop the seizing, the girl was lying calm.

Y/n: Ma'am, does your daughter have a history of seizures?

Girls mom: N...no. Never.

Conrad: Mind telling me, what happened today?

Girls mom: She was...uh...she said she had a headache and she also had a fever. But I thought she was just getting a flu.

Conrad: Any other symptoms, that we should know about?

Girls mom: Yes...she...she said that she had a tummy ache too and uh...um...vomited twice.

Y/n: Your call Dr Hawkins. You said, looking over at him since he was assigned to your case.

Conrad: Run tests, MRI, X-ray, and Labs.

Nodding, you made notes of the tests that needed to be done, and got on it right away.

"Few hours later"

Y/n: CONRAD! you yelled, down the hallway, as you ran to him.

Slipping in the process, Conrad caught you in his arms preventing you from falling.

Conrad: Woah. Are you okay? He asked, as he pulled you up.

Y/n: Um...yeah. Thank you. You replied, as you swallowed. The...the test came in. Little Anita, has swelling on the brain as shown here on the MRI, X-ray shows that her chest is normal and her blood shows that she has a few divisionsies in her blood.

Conrad: Okay. I'll consult with the neurosurgeon, ask what he thinks we should do. In the mean time, I want you to give her some vitamin c, vitamin e and calcium. Also make sure she stays hydrated.

Y/n: Anything else?

Conrad: Let's just hear what Dr Cooper says before we do anything else.

Nodding, you turned around to leave, when you were stopped by Conrad speaking.

Conrad: Note, be careful on the floor, we wouldn't want you falling now would we?

Y/n: You'd be worth falling for. You said, which caused you and Conrad to laugh.

Conrad: That was a horrible pun.

Y/n: Sometimes, you just got to make one.

After a long shift, a little girl that was in the clear you could finally go home.

Once you got home you took a shower, washed your hair and once you were done you dried your hair and got dressed in your pj's.

There was a knock on the door which made you frown, then suddenly the door opened to reveal Conrad.

Y/n: Conrad? What are you doing here? You asked, as you grabbed the black silk robe next to you.

Conrad: This. He gave a simple answer as he kissed you.

Y/n: Conrad, what are we doing? You asked, as you placed your forehead on his, and your hands on his chest. What about Nic?

Conrad: Shh. Don't talk. He said, as he kissed you again.

Without hesitating, you kissed him back as he undid the robe making it fall open. With ease he brushed it off your shoulders, as his hands moved to your waist. Moving his hand up on your waist trying to remove your shirt, he asked you to jump and you did.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck you giggled as he kissed your neck. Moving your hair to the other side, you you connected your lips as he laid you down gently.

Conrad removed his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his underwear.

Hovering over you Conrad, smiled as he kissed your nose and forehead before looking at your pj's.

Conrad: These are beautiful, fortunately I get to take this off. He said, causing you both to laugh.

He gently, pulled down the side of the strap kissing your shoulder then your collarbone. Conrad moved his hand to your leg, as he rubbed your leg.

He then kissed your neck, your hand moved to his hair, as you pulled his to your lips.

Y/n: No foreplay, Conrad.

Conrad: That eager I see. Alright then, no foreplay. He connected your lips as he moved to take off your clothes.

"Next morning"

Y/n: Morning. You said, shifting to your side as you looked at Conrad.

Conrad: Morning. He replied, laying on his stomach looking at you. You know, there's still some time before, we go to work.

Y/n: What are you getting at Conrad.

Conrad: You know what I mean. He smirked, as he attacked you with kisses.

After a while, Conrad fell beside you on his back and you both were breathing heavily as you both looked at the ceiling.

Conrad: That was fun.

Y/n: Yeah...fun. But...should that have happened? You asked, looking at him.

Conrad: What? Why are you asking that? He questioned, as he sat up.

Y/n: I...i don't know. You said, sitting up holding the covers to your chest. I just...im not sure what happened last night or this morning...i don't know the meaning behind it.

Conrad: I don't know either. All I know is I couldn't wait anymore to be with you. We can talk about this, work it out.

Y/n: How about dinner?

Conrad: Tonight, after shift?

Y/n: Takeout. It'll be better, since we'll both be tired.

Conrad: Deal. He said, as he kissed your cheek. Before I leave, you should know all 6 times were amazing. He Siad, making you blush crazy.

As Conrad, finished getting dressed you kept looking at him and smiling as he come by to give you another passion filled kiss before leaving.

It was official, you were involved in something with Conrad that you didn't even know how it will end up in the end of it all.

Question was, how would it end with everyone around at the hospital and anyone can find out.

[hyperfixiation-station]

Hi Sun, could I please request some Alejandro whump headcanons? How does this man react to being taken care of? I love your writing 💜

CW: Sickness, Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence thank youuu anon!!! also sorry for the wait😭😅 I did ramble a bit, so sorry if it doesn't make sense or things get repeated Also I wrote this at 2 veeeery different times so sorry again😭 as always, no beta read, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything :))

My dude is man-cold kinda guy It has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn’t know how to ask for affection and you always cuddle with him when he’s sick

But only for unimportant things. A cold or a sprained ankle?

He's dying, needing you to cater to his every need

But if he's seriously sick or injured he will push himself till he passes out

You have threatened to tie him down if he does not obey his medical leave

Case in point:

He had some lung issues after pulling Rudy from the fire during the whole Hassan fiasco

He got pneumonia because he didn’t rest and exposed himself to cold, wet environments

Oh and he had fracturedbruised ribs from his time with teh Shadows

Of course he didn’t go to the doctor, and you were out of town and couldn't force him to

You walked in on him coughing so hard he couldn't breathe

Blood was splattered on the floor as the coughing aggravated his ribs which aggravated his lungs which made him cough and then it'd start all over

You watched in horror as he choked, as he tried to inhale something other than his saliva

The 12 minutes and 47 seconds it took for Rudy to get to your house were the longest of your life

He was confused when he woke up in the hospital two days later, until he saw you sitting next to his bed, your hand in his, head lolled to the side as you slept.

You gave him a reaming of a life time

"Do you not care Alejo? About yourself? About Rudy? About me? Do you not care what we would feel if you died because you're too Godsdammed stubborn to ask for help? You made this-"

"Ay Cariño, you are beautiful when you cry."

"Don't try to flirt you're way out of this Vargas, I am so worriedmad at you right now."

"I am sorry Amo-"

"Don't do this again Alejo,. I don't think I could handle walking in to find you...because you didn't take care of yourself, okay?"

He hit a wall at that point in your tirade, and you could see it

You climbed into the bed with, curled up so your head was on his chest and fell asleep, the first peaceful night you'd had since coming home and finding him

Things were different after that

It was slow going, but you could see him making an effort to tell you when things were bothering him, to not deflect his emotions and issues

You make him chicken noodle soup when he's sick

And then you'll climb in bed with him and watch Disney movies until he falls asleep

You don't kiss him when he's sick because, ew, germs

But you'll cuddle and run your fingers through his hair

Your dialogue when he's actually hurt vs. when he's exaggerating is drastically different

"Sick" days look like: "Ay, you'll feel better baby." "You're no' gonna die, it's just a sprained ankle." "Do not kiss me Alejo." "Yes baby, we can watch a movie."

Sick sick days look like: "Alejandro sit your ass down!" "Do not make me call Rudy over here." "What do you think you're doing? Alejandro!" "Alejo, baby, why won't you let me help you?"

He got sick 2 weeks after you moved in with him

Like really, actually, sick(he had the flu)

Your first clue something was wrong was when you woke before him

The man had woken up at 6:45 am on the dot your whole relationship, so you knew something was up.

The heat you could feel radiating under the covers was the second

You were fully prepared for over-dramatic, whiny, clinginess, just like he'd acted when he got the cold a couple of months ago

So you were surprised when he got out of bed and started getting ready for work

Your third clue something was up was the fact that he didn't notice you watching him lean against the door for support as he pulled his pants on

"Alejo?" He spun around to face you, honest to god swaying on his feet

"Alejo, baby, you can't go to work like that."

"Like what?" His voice had just the slightest quaver to it

You looked his flushes face, his trembling hands, the way he was leaning against the door and sighed

The only reason you even got him back to bed was because he had the day off, he had just wanted to train

It hurt a little, how he didn't ask you for anything. He didn't beg you to cuddle or hold him, in fact it didn't seem like he wanted you there at all

Not because he wasn't being loving or because you felt unwanted

But because you knew it came from a childhood of misplaced trust and neglect.

He made it clear he didn't want to be touched, but you still hesitantly placed your hand on his forehead to check his temperature

The way he pressed into your palm and the small, shuddering sigh he gave broke your heart.

In the end you had Rudy pull him from the schedule, and spent the next week curled up with him in bed

You got into a very heated argument on day 3, which ended with you in tears and him coughing so hard he can't breathe

When you stayed with him, rubbing his back even after everything, things got better

He still doesn't like being a burden, but it's a start

He didn't/doesn't like your desire to care for him, not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn't know what to do with it/doesn't understand it

He’s spent his whole life in a warzone. He’s never had the opportunity/ability to sit back and let someone take care of him.

It wasn't that people didn't love him as a child, but in-between the drug-trades, gang fights, the cartels push for power and the subsequent war launched by the government, the struggle to survive outweighed any of his problems.

"Alejandro, we can't afford a doctors visit right now, you'll just have to drink some water." "Ay mijo, you have to be more careful, I can't afford the hospital bill to fix your arm, we'll just have to wrap it up at home." "Alejandro I already told you, we can't make it to the ceremony." "I can't, we can't, you can't..."

He’s used to patching himself up, used to people not having time or resources to care when he’s injured. It why he over plays the little things, because he didn't worry anyone when or take up precious time when his ailments could be fixed with a band-aid

His family was too busy making sure they survived to give him the attention a child required. It's why him and Rudy are such good friends.

They spent more time with each other than with their own flesh and blood.

My man does not like being open, and Valeria's betray

He deflects, much in the same way he did as a kid, by overplaying the little things so no one notices the big things.

For the longest time you had to have Rudy text you when Alejandro got injured, because he wouldn't tell you

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambling!! I tried out a new format so lmk how you like it! Oh and reqs are open :3

[iguessitsjustme]

The Boy Next World Ep 4 Thoughts

Not gonna lie folks, I’ve done jack shit this weekend and it’s been great. Meant to go to the store today but I don’t think that’s happening. So instead, Boy Next World. I got enough snacks so nothing else matters. Wonder what’s gonna happen now. I genuinely have zero idea where this show is going. Under the cut:

Here is how my brain works:

Phu: But there’s nothing between Ai Jin and me.

Cir: What about…me?

Me: I’m pretty sure there’s nothing between you and Ai Jin either.

Friendly reminder that I love this opening a whole lot.

I know someone who is so good-hearted it’s worrying. In fact, he is so good-hearted that I had to postpone coming out to one of my friends because we had an impromptu intervention for him on the day I planned to do it. So in case anyone is wondering, yes, there is such a thing as too nice and it makes the people who care about you terrified.

Why don’t Phu and Cir get colorful umbrellas like these, huh? Someone explain.

I like that Phu keeps reminding Cir that he is a different person than the Phu in the other world.

So I thought he was a time wizard but instead he’s a mind reader? I truly cannot predict this show. Whatever I don’t care I still ship him with Wim. Give me side boys please and thank.

Someone tell me what’s goin on I can’t do this no more. I’m too tired and stressed and I NEED to know (but not spoilers if you’ve read the book I want to know but also not let me be dramatic)

This guy understands the romance of the umbrella. He Gets It. 

I had to pause to order food. Since I didn’t go to the store looks like I’m spending money to eat tonight and I’ll go to the store on my lunch tomorrow. Since I’ll have access to the work fridge again this week…don’t ask. Anyway back to whatever this show is.

Where do I get this sweater? I need it. Does anyone know how bad I need this sweater? I need all of Phu’s sweaters but this one specifically.

I am not gonna care about this mother plot. I can already tell.

Cir, my dude. Not everyone is attached to their phone 24/7 (don’t look at me in that tone of voice). Phu has already proven he looks at his phone when he looks at it. And also when he remembers it.

Listen normally I hate it when my dashers message me constantly but my dasher tonight is being so sweet. I hope he has a very good week this week. Meanwhile, I’m about to have some cake. (I ordered more than cake but that’s not the important part and we all know it).

This shot is actually so gorgeous.

Boy you better take some meds to get better and not just because Cir will be worried if he finds out! I’m worried! Take some meds! Don’t make me show up and take care of you. If you’re not careful, I will older sibling you. Which is one step away from adopting you.

Just @ me next time damn

“I can’t bring myself to go back to Thailand.” Girl. Move over. I’m his parent now. There is no hurt that I can face that will make me abandon the ones I love. And if I had a child that said he missed me? There is no force on this earth that would stop me from going to him. Poor Phu. He is so busy managing his mother’s emotions despite literally being sick. I know she’s not a bad person but right now she’s being a bad parent. When I was sick last year with the flu, I had to beg my mother not to come take care of me. I was basically beating her back with a stick. And if I had been sick for one more day than I was, there would have been no negotiating with her. She would have come to me. I just…this is something I didn’t realize I felt so passionate about. I know Phu just has a cold but he very clearly misses his mom and she can’t even come visit for a tiny bit? Just to see her son and her son only? She has to avoid the entire fucking country? I just want to give Phu a hug and make him some chicken noodle soup.

Still no idea what the fuck I’m watching but I am greatly enjoying it. I can’t believe I like a MAME show this much. I never thought I’d see the day. Just goes to show that you should always have an open mind. Anyway can’t wait for next week.

[m-jelly]

Hey, Jelly! I have a request for you if you're inbox is open, if not then feel free to ignore. What if Levi had a darling that works in the ER with severe case of Emetophobia (Fear of Vomiting). One day, his darling returns to base with a case of nausea after one of her patients got sick with the stomach flu. I only ask because my mom got me sick and I can't find any comfort fics. Have a great day, Jelly!

Hope you get better soon! So sorry to hear you are sick and I hope this will bring you some comfort.

@kenkopanda-art <3

It'll be okay, my darling

Levi x fem!reader

Canon AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, comfort, sick reader.

When you come home to Levi at the base, you are struggling with a strong urge to be sick and an upset stomach. Levi comforts and cares for you as you ride through the illness.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from the twisting feeling in your gut, it wouldn't work. A sickness was overwhelming you and you hated vomit more than anything. All you needed now was the loving arms of your man, his deep soothing voice and his calming scent and heat.

You power-walked to the scout base and felt your heart skip a beat when you saw your handsome lover waiting for you. Standing at the entrance in all his wonderful glory was Levi. A small sweet smile graced his kissable lips. Before you were a part of his life, he rarely smiled and now you were with him he was smiling increasingly each passing day.

A frown consumed Levi's face causing his cute smile to go. He gently called your name as he pulled you closer. "What's wrong? You don't look well."

You let a tiny whimper out. "Someone came into the clinic with a stomach flu."

"Oh no..." His shoulders dropped. Levi knew you so well and was aware of how you felt about vomit. "Let me take care of you." He took your hand in his and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

The halls were dimly lit by candles and there was a slight chill. No matter how many fires they lit, the scout base always seemed a little cold. The room you shared with Levi, however, was warm and welcoming. Lemon-scented cleaning products were used, so it always smelt good.

Levi helped you peel off your clothes and pull on something comfy. "Take a seat."

You shivered a little. "Levi."

He wrapped his arms around you. "It'll be okay, my darling." After guiding you to his bed, he started making tea in his little tea area. He collected everything and made his way to the bedroom. "I've got everything here for you."

You covered your mouth and groaned. "Thank you."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the tray on your lap. "Peppermint tea. It'll calm your stomach and some delicious bread to fill your stomach."

You hummed as you inhaled the tea. "So good."

Levi moved and sat next to you. He leaned over and kissed your cheek a few times. "I'm sorry you had a bad day."

You smiled a little. "It's okay. My team know I don't do vomit, but we were short-staffed today and I ended up with a bad patient." The tea was so soothing and the more you drank it the better you felt. Having bread also helped you even more to fill your stomach. "I feel a lot better."

Levi kissed your neck. "I'm glad."

"Thank you. You're so wonderful."

He collected your tray. "You're very welcome. I do anything for the woman I love."

Your cheeks burned at Levi's loving words. You smiled when he returned you and started changing. "Levi?"

He slipped under the covers and shuffled closer to you. "Yes?"

You wrapped your arms around his middle and cuddled him. "I love you. Thank you for tonight."

Levi hugged you back. "Anytime."

You released a long sigh. "You're so wonderful to me." You kissed him and hummed.

Levi smiled. "You taste minty."

"Good?"

He nipped your lip. "It's delicious. Now, let's lie down together and let me hold you."

Together you slipped down to lie on the bed before holding each other and listening to your soft breathing. As Levi's heart beat against your ear you felt yourself relax. The churning in your stomach had settled and the need to be sick was gone. Levi had healed your body and now he was healing your heart.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Go slow, but go steady

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, crying, sickfic

Enjoy another one of these 🙂

“Hey, angel.” Amber was home from school and you were still in bed— you have been all day.

You rolled over to look at her, eyes glossy with tears. Her heart sunk a little, walking up to you and sitting down in the spot right beside you. “How ya feeling?” She asked, gently stroking your cheek.

“Bad.” You chuckled wryly. She felt your forehead: still warm. “Stomach still hurts?”

You nodded, letting out a sigh. It’s been hurting since you woke up and you were just waiting to throw up. Amber was certain it was the flu, but nonetheless…you were miserable. And it was quite the pitiful sight in her eyes. The stress lately’s gotten to you, so did that flu going around. Obviously. You were also on your period, to make matters worse. The nausea and body aches were tenfold worse because of that, but you’ve made it through the morning and now you just wanted to be babied.

The combination of sickness and your period was pretty much a disaster waiting to happen. In the sense that…you’d very easily regressed since you were in a vulnerable state, so to speak. So you’ve unintentionally been stopping yourself because you knew you had no one to look after you until late afternoon. Which was right now.

“Yes, baby?” She asked as you looked at her.

“Nothing.” You swallowed harshly, trying to get rid of the tears.

“Sit up for me?” She asked, “I’m gonna get you some water to drink.”

You shook your head in disagreement, “Don’t wanna.”

“Your lips are dry, baby.” She looked at you sadly.

“I fhrow up?”

“I’ll be right here, sweetheart.” She promised. You sat up, albeit unwillingly. Amber went to the kitchen to get you a drink, you just watched her as she moved. She never questioned your way of coping with things, unless they were physically unsafe.

She held the cup beneath your chin, a straw to your lips. You took a few slow sips, then you were done. You didn’t want to drink more. So she set it down on the nightstand. Also, this was a studio apartment so the place in itself was pretty small. But plenty for two. There was even a decently sized play area/safe space for you to sit in and play if you wanted to. Obviously you didn’t today. You were feeling under the weather. “Should we take a shower?”

“No.”

“That’s okay, want me to do your hair?”

You nodded without saying a thing, but you looked a little excited about it.

“That’s fun, huh?” She chuckled, swiftly grabbing a hairbrush and two hair ties so she could tie two braids for you. It was mainly a precaution to keep your hair out of the way in case you had to get sick but you didn’t need to know that.

“Hey.” She said.

“Huh?”

“Where else doesn’t feel good, angel?”

“Evewywhere.” You muttered unclearly.

“I’m sorry.” She frowned, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise, love.”

You flopped onto her as she sat cross-legged, stretching across her lap. It honestly gave your achy back some relief. She caressed your back comfortingly. You mumbled, entirely incoherent. You weren’t even sure what you said yourself, but it didn’t matter.

“You have school?” You asked.

“Not tomorrow. It’s Saturday.”

She was glad you were going to have a long weekend, technically. “Okay.” You answered simply.

“Don’t wanna get up, do you?” She grinned, patting your back. “That’s okay, I’m all yours. Get comfy, little one. Not gonna let go of you.”

You giggled airily, shaking your head. “Okay, Amber.” You laid like this for awhile then you suddenly just looked at her. She knew that look. “Kay, baby. Up we go, c’mon.” She coaxed, “It’s okay.”

You didn’t want to get up, this is what you wanted desperately to avoid.

Every single surface in this apartment was spotless. Thanks to Amber, so you didn’t want to spill your guts on the floor. You followed her into the bathroom and you sat in her lap, right in front of the toilet. That propped you up nicely, though you’d really rather not be dealing with this. You whined, leaning back against her. “I know, sweetie.” Amber hushed, “I know, I’ve got you.���

“…I scared.” You cried.

“I know, and it’s okay to be scared. But I’m right here with you, angel.”

You flinched feeling that somersault in your stomach, the urge growing stronger, the bile rising higher. Amber just rubbed your back, telling you words of assurances all this time. “Don’t worry about it, just let it out.”

Well? You did. Not that you had much control over that. But, you did let it out after all. Not without some tears.

“That’s it, my love. You’re so brave.” Amber whispered, “You’re so brave, sweet girl.”

You dry heaved into the toilet, one hand clutching onto the side lazily. “It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re okay.” She assured, “Close your eyes.” Amber added on quickly, “Close your eyes, baby.” She held onto you like that for a little while longer. Having to throw up always takes a little bit out of you. You had emetophobia, she knows how difficult it was for you to just let it happen. But you did it.

“Wanna stand?”

“Okay.” You nodded, gulping and then wincing at the uncomfortable stinging feeling in your throat.

“Rinse out your mouth.” She hands you that little plastic cup, “There we go.” After washing your hands, you sat back in bed. Amber washes her hands too, then went to grab the thermometer from behind the sink cabinet.

The thermometer beeped and she took it out from under your tongue, then smiled at you. “Fever’s not that high, so that’s great.” She wiped the metal tip with a antibacterial wipe and kept it back in the little box it came in. “Let’s have you try a popsicle.”

“Owie.” You pouted.

Amber gave your hand a squeeze, “It’ll be good for your throat.” She encouraged, “You wanna pick one?”

“I want blue.” You requested.

“I’m sure we have some of those left.” Amber said back, walking back into the kitchen to look in the freezer. She found a blue popsicle like expected and helped you open it up before giving it to you. “Here you go, blue popsicle,”

Your face lit up, happy smile on your face for a moment, “Thank youuu~”

While you were distracted by the popsicle, Amber disappeared to go get medicines and a wet face towel dipped in a little container of cold water. “Sweetie, can I put this on your head?”

“Mm-mm.” You declined knowingly, “Is cold.”

“How about a pudding cup?”

You shook your head.

“Applesauce?” She asked hopefully. Amber wanted to mix in the fever reducer into the snack so you could consume it. You looked at her, and then away. “Please?”

“But I fhrow up.” You sulked. Amber’s got Dramamine, she was also trying to figure out how to make you understand you had to take that too. It was chewable, so she thought of just handing a tablet to you like it was candy.

“I know.” She answered softly, popping open the blister pack,“Take this? It helps your tummy feel better.”

You slowly reached out and took the tablet, popping it into your mouth. It didn’t taste bad, so you just…took it, finished up the rest of your popsicle and threw away the stick. After that, the bigger challenge was to get you to take the fever medicine. But after awhile, the Dramamine had you so drowsy that you didn’t care what was going on and just followed whatever instructions she was giving you. Including eating that applesauce she was slightly pleading you to eat. Amber had to feed it to you, but it went into your system with the Tylenol liquid…so, that job was done.

“Nappytime, sweetie?”

You nodded, very obviously fighting sleep as you held your arms up to be held. Amber gladly did so, rocking you gently to lull you to sleep entirely. She got to set you down and tuck you in after several minutes, then she was on her feet again searching for this water resistant sheet to place underneath your bottom as you napped. No, you don’t wet the bed. She was worried about leaks in terms of your period. Plus you were already to comfortable for her to bear to wake you up so you could change your pad. Besides, she knew you and your cycle well enough to know that it was one of your more manageable days…flow-wise, so she wasn’t all too concerned.

While you took your nap, Amber took this time to complete some of her assignments. You’ve been living with her since the beginning of college. It’s been almost three years since and four years of a relationship. You dropped out of college a year ago thanks to your health’s decline— both physical and mental. But you chose not to move back home for your own good.

Amber wandered into the bathroom to freshen up after some time, then she got a snack before settling back in at the dining table to do her work. About an hour and a half later, Amber was all done with assignments and bored. Because she’d usually be doing something with you this time of day. But instead, she went around the little apartment to straighten it up just so she could kill some time. You were still soundly asleep. For at least another half hour, then you woke up and instantly wanted to be cuddled. “Let’s go to the bathroom, honey.” She nudged you gently, letting go of the hug.

You sleepily followed her lead, holding onto her hand. As expected, nothing too bad. You changed out the pad and washed your hands without any trouble. She didn’t have to help you with it at all. Your fever stayed broken, but it was obvious you were still in pretty significant pain. The tell? You were clinging onto her like your life depended on it, but not that she was complaining. “Does your tummy still hurt?” She rubbed your back. “No.” You murmured, face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, “Right here.” She pulled away to see what you were referring to: your palm was resting on the area around your bellybutton— that’d be cramps. “Aw, that’s okay, sweetie.” She hugged you again, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “Want some hot chocolate? Sound good?”

“Yes.” You agreed, she felt your head nodding.

“Wanna come with me to the kitchen, lovebug?”

“Okay.” You replied, understandably a little sad and pouty. She found it so stinking cute, though. Once the two of you set foot in the kitchen, her phone rang. Work was calling— well, her manager. So she told you she’d just be a minute and stepped aside to answer the call. You thought, no problem. You knew how to make some hot chocolate, you could do it. So…you reached into the pantry for the tin of hot chocolate mix and set it down on the counter. You even managed to fill up the electric kettle with water to let it boil. But then, when you reached up to grab a mug, the sudden wave of pain made you lose your grip and the ceramic just slid out of your hand. It all happened so quickly that Amber couldn’t even stop it despite being a few feet away.

“Oh, cr— Luanne, can I call you back in a few? Oh— okay, yeah. Thanks, I’ll see you at work in a few days.” Amber hastily ended the call and thankfully her manager sensed the panic so she understood quickly.

“y/n, don’t move.” Amber ordered. You swallowed thickly, frozen in fear as you stared at the floor. She rushed to your side and told you to step back, you were trying not to cry already. Why couldn’t you do this right? “…sorry.” You told her timidly, “Don’t be mad.”

Her gaze softened, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, honey. It’s alright, I’ll clean it up. You just sit down and wait for me, okay? I’ll bring you the hot chocolate when I’m done.” You looked terrified and she felt horrible. It was just in the panic of the moment that she spoke in such a tone. “I’m not mad, angel.” Amber continued, leading you back to the bed carefully, “I promise. Everything’s fine, I’m just gonna clean that up and make you the hot chocolate, hm?”

“Why don’t you cuddle with Sally while you wait?” She hands your stuffed cat, patting your head tenderly, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You agreed, avoiding her eyes. She sure as heck was going to make it up to you once she was done cleaning up the floor and making your drink. So…you just sat there, hugging your plush tightly and watching Amber clean up your mess, and make you your drink. In silence, and through a clouded vision.

“Come here, baby.” She set the mug on the nightstand and sat on the floor holding onto a box of crayons and a colouring book. You shook your head, “Mm-mm.”

“You need a hug.” She gestured, arms wide open as she sat before you on the floor. “C’mere, it’s okay, sweetie. We’re okay, see? Accidents happen, but that’s totally fine. We just have to be careful, and safe. So we can do fun things. Isn’t that right?”

————

Although a little hesitant, you eased up anyway and nodded shyly. Now sat in her lap, Amber has her arm wrapped around your torso from behind, “Wanna pick a page to colour while we wait for the hot chocolate to cool down?”

You nodded, this time eagerly. She was so glad you were now able to just focus on the fun things instead of that little mishap. “Mickey Mouseeeee.” You giggled when you decided on a page. “That’s right.” Amber chimed in, attacking your face with kisses and making you laugh.

You promptly started colouring, your sadness and worries forgotten. You felt Amber kissing your cheek again, “I love you.”

“Hehe.” You chuckled, “Luv you too Amber.” You handed her a crayon, wanting her to join you. She took it and started to colour too. You grinned. A few minutes later, you took a break, enjoying the warm comforting beverage with Amber carefully watching you.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.” You told her, “Thank you.”

“I’m glad. You’re welcome, angel.”

Before she could say anything else, you stood up. “Hey, what’d you need?”

“Need to weeeee.” You told her while you walked away to the bathroom. She just chuckled to herself at how adorable you sounded, “Watch your step, baby.” Amber reminded.

She waited for you to come back out, having a snack ready for when you did. You gasped, “Snackies!”

“Here you go.” She handed you the Mickey Mouse bowl filled with a mix of Goldfish crackers and Gerber puffs.

“Cartoons?” She suggested.

“Yes, please.” You said back. Amber clicked the TV on and played your favourite show, Charlie and Lola.

“There we are.” Amber set down the remote, “Feeling okay?”

“Mhm. Better.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She said, stroking your hair, “Enjoy your snack and the cartoon, angel.” Amber just remained next to you, leaving the colouring book and the crayons right there on the floor in case you wanted to continue afterwards.

Before you guys knew it, it was almost time for dinner. “What do you want for dinner, sweetheart?”

“Spaghetti O’s?” You asked, hopefully.

“Sure, if you’re up for it.” Amber agreed readily, “Whatever you want.”

“Hot dogs too?”

“Hot dogs too.” Amber laughed, ruffling with your hair barely. “Do you want it now or later?”

“Mm, later?”

“Alrighty.” Amber lets you lay your head in her lap, “Tummy’s all good?”

“Yup.” You grinned, “It’s okay. Not icky.”

“That is great.” Amber places her palm on your abdomen anyway, knowing you liked the extra warmth. “Two more episodes then we’re making dinner, okay?”

“Two?” You asked, holding up two fingers. Amber grabbed your hand and gave it a playful squeeze, “Yep.”

“Okay~”

Amber sighed, “You’re so cute.”

You laughed, “No.”

“Yes, you are.” Amber disagreed, tickling your tummy and making you laugh, “You’re the cutest.”

You beamed, “Aw.”

“Yes.” She squished your cheeks by holding your chin.

You giggled harder, “Okay.” Voice a little funny because she was squishing your cheeks together.

“Should we go look at some toys once you feel all better, sweetie?”

“Ooh.” You agreed, “Really?”

“Really. Promise.” She held out her pinkie, you hooked yours with hers, all smiles. You must be feeling better already now that you were in a better mood.

You nodded, focusing on the cartoon again quietly, comfortably snuggled up with Amber rubbing your back. After the second episode was over, you followed Amber into the kitchen, standing behind her as she heated up your Spaghetti O’s in a pot on the stove. Hot dogs were in the airfryer since you preferred it that way. Amber decided to have the same thing too, just to save time. Besides, it seemed like a nice choice for the night— quick and filling.

Eventually, the night was over. You and Amber were back in bed, cuddled up together. Your fever came back, but not as bad as before, so you were back to being extra clingy. She did manage to get you to take the fever meds again, so she wasn’t too worried already. Your stomach no longer hurts, so that was an amazing improvement.

“Good night.” You murmured.

“Good night, sweetheart.” Amber whispered, “I love you so very much.”

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Um…so…another agere fic while I brainstorm the next chapter for the Janis series to be posted later on in the week— or early next week🧍🏻‍♀️

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chapter forty-three — multiply

➝ elisabeth's health starts to be a source of concern for her and toto

➝ word count: 3,7k

➝ warnings: health issues

➝ author’s note: the last few weeks have been very complex for me. in addition to the tiredness and melancholy that has been affecting me lately, my parents decided to get divorced, which should have been normal for an adult daughter but, emotionally, it affected me a lot. i really felt lost and was particularly tempted to just give up on everything and focus on just existing. however, your love for my stories motivates me to keep going. thank you for every message, comment or tag, thank you. and, if there's anything i can do to thank you, it's to deliver a chapter of this special story.

MAY, 2018

A sepulchral silence took over the garage.

Holding Valtteri's helmet in her hands, Elisabeth stared at him transfixed. His face couldn't hide the feeling of absolute shock at what had just happened. She couldn't blame him, after all, who would expect to start Friday's first free practice in Monaco with a vomited helmet?

— Liesl, are you okay? — she heard Toto ask, as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

However, Elisabeth didn't have time to respond before a new wave of nausea rose through her chest, her mouth filling with saliva. And then, she put her face back to the helmet, putting out what was left of her breakfast, to the sound of a collective groan from the people present inside the garage as they witnessed the scene.

When Elisabeth raised her head again, she was panting. There was also a strange feeling of emptiness in her stomach, accompanied by the dizziness and tiredness that had accompanied her for a few days.

— Are you feeling better, my love? — Toto asked softly — Breathe through your nose, let it out through your mouth.

— A little — she managed to reply, as the team principal took the helmet from her hands and handed it to Antti. Elisabeth couldn't tell if the physiotherapist had made any expression of disgust when taking the object, as Toto led her to one of the chairs, while Emilia handed her a bottle of water.

— Did she eat anything this morning? — Valtteri asked, crossing his arms.

— Yes, we had breakfast together, everything was fine — Toto said, running a hand through Elisabeth's hair.

She tried to focus on her own breathing, still breathless from the effort she had made to get it all out. However, this was more difficult than she imagined, especially with her mind working to figure out what was happening to herself.

Elisabeth had been feeling strange for some time. In addition to a particularly irritating headache and persistent fatigue, she had a constantly stuffy nose. “I can only have a flu”, she thought, as she took another sip of water, grimacing when she realized that its taste seemed somewhat metallic.

While she was questioning herself about the taste of the water, Toto said something about a boat and a hotel to Valtteri and Bradley, who seemed to agree. Then, Elisabeth noticed that he was crouched in front of her, concern clear in his eyes.

— Do you think you can walk?

— I think… Yes… Why?

— Let's go back to the hotel.

She blinked, confused.

— But, there’s still free practices today…

— Come, Liesl — Toto said, getting up and offering her a hand. Standing with some difficulty due to dizziness, Elisabeth took a few more sips of water before leaving the boxes towards the walkway that led to the paddock. From there, they headed towards the marina that was right behind the teams' motorhomes, with the intention of taking a taxi boat to cross the bay, as the streets in downtown Monaco were closed for the Formula 1 activities.

“What a shitty idea”, Elisabeth thought, as her stomach turned with the rocking of the boat. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her own breathing, remembering what Toto had said to her while still inside the garage. “Breathe through your nose, let it out through your mouth”, he repeated in her mind.

— Liesl? — Toto asked softly, taking her hand — Are you okay?

Elisabeth shook her head positively, in an attempt to reassure him.

— Yeah, I'm fine — she said softly.

— You don't look fine — he said — Are you feeling sick again?

A stronger wave made her mouth water, the hot sensation of bile rising in her throat making Elisabeth squeeze his hand tightly. She had no idea what there was left to get out, considering they hadn't even gone to lunch yet.

— It's the boat — she murmured — I'll get better when I get out of here.

After a few seconds of silence, Toto let go of her hand. Even though Elisabeth hadn't opened her eyes, she knew he had gotten up from his seat next to her in the boat, which was confirmed when she heard him ask in French how soon they would dock on the other side of the bay. However, she stopped paying attention to the dialogue when a new wave of nausea rose up her neck, causing Elisabeth to seek support on the edge of the bench she was sitting on.

— We're stopping in a minute, Liesl, hang in there — Toto said, putting his arm around her shoulders.

That minute took forever. Not even breathing techniques were able to lessen her anxiety for that short boat trip to end. It was no surprise that Elisabeth almost ran off at full speed when the boat's driver authorized the passengers to disembark. Once on land, she took a few seconds to recover, breathing in the Mediterranean breeze.

— Feeling better, Liesl? — the team principal asked her, looking worried.

— Yeah, a little — Elisabeth replied, feeling her stomach calm down.

Toto smiled.

— Then let's go to the hotel, you need to rest.

The journey to the Hôtel de Paris was peaceful, despite Elisabeth's discomfort persisting. However, what bothered her more than the nausea and dizziness were the possibilities of what could be happening to her. “Is it gastritis? No, I wouldn't be this dizzy because of gastritis”, she thought, as she entered the elevator. When she found her face in the mirror, she was startled by her own paleness due to her discomfort.

“Maybe a virus, or a flu”, Elisabeth asked herself as she left the elevator, heading to the suite where she was staying with Toto. Opening the door for her, he gestured for Elisabeth to go in first, which she obliged with a smile. Once inside the suite, the team principal insisted that she settle down between the cream-colored pillows on the bed.

— Sit down and I'll get you some water — Toto said, as he went to the minibar. Seconds later, he sat next to her on the bed and opened a bottle of water, handing it into Elisabeth's hands. After taking a few sips, she set the bottle down on her lap.

— Thanks...

— You don't need to thank me, Liesl — he replied, placing his hand on her leg.

She smiled shyly, looking at the bottle.

— I didn't want you to miss the free practice — Elisabeth murmured.

— My priority is to take care of you, Liesl, especially considering how much you've already taken care of me.

— I don't want to give you any more trouble...

— Taking care of someone you love isn't a trouble — Toto said, taking her hand — Especially when that person isn't feeling well.

Elisabeth gave a small smile, before taking another sip of water.

— What are you feeling? — he asked softly, his thumb drawing circles on her skin.

— That's what you saw, I'm vomiting, tired, I have a headache — Elisabeth replied, reaching out with her right hand to place the bottle of water on the bedside table on the left. However, when she retracted her arm, she ended up hitting her own breasts, a hiss escaping her lips — Pain in my chest too.

— In your chest?

— Yes, Toto, on my breasts. Even the bra is hurting me because they are really sensitive.

He blinked.

— Elisabeth…

— Yeah?

— I know what you have.

She gave a little smile.

— I know too, it’s just one of those annoying viruses…

— You're pregnant — Toto said, interrupting her.

Silence filled the room.

— What?

— You're pregnant, Liesl — he repeated — It's the only answer, you can only be pregnant.

A few seconds of silence later, Elisabeth let out a laugh.

— Toto, please... That doesn't make any sense.

— Of course it does — he exclaimed — You have all the symptoms that Stephanie had when she was pregnant with Ben and Rosi. The nausea, the vomiting, the headache…

— This could also be a virus…

— Do you know of any virus that leaves women with pain in their breasts?

— Well, no, but that doesn't prove anything.

— Okay, so tell me, when was the last time you had your period?

She tried to remember.

— I don't know, my cycle was never very regular, even with the pills...

— But you menstruate every month — Toto said. When he saw that she had raised an eyebrow at the statement, he smiled — I can tell from the pads. And also because of your humor, but it’s more because of the pads…

Elisabeth snorted.

— Okay, I think it was... I don't know, the end of February, maybe? Early March?

The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

— Noto — Toto murmured, looking at her again — It was in Noto.

The memory of the weekend in the small Italian town made Elisabeth's heart sink. She couldn't have just forgotten to take her contraceptive those days, she just couldn't. However, at the same time, she remembered how strange she had been about taking the Sunday pill on a Tuesday and adjusting the sticker at the top of the pack.

— Noto — she stammered, her lower lip beginning to tremble. That was no longer a silly assumption, but a real possibility that was, to say the least, frightening — Fuck…

In silence, Toto released Elisabeth's hand and got up from the bed. Going towards the table, he took his cell phone and put it in the pocket of his white team shirt, under her frightened gaze.

— Where are you going?

He looked at Elisabeth.

— There's only one way for us to know, right?

— Are you going to buy a test?

— Someone has to buy it, Liesl. Don't leave this room — Toto said, before leaving the suite in quick steps.

The sound of the door closing made Elisabeth release the air she hadn't even realized she was holding in her lungs. She felt completely dazed, her stomach churning again, but this time with tension.

It wasn't like they didn't want to have a baby. Toto had mentioned numerous times his desire to have a child with Elisabeth, a little boy who had blue eyes like hers. And the reason behind that specific detail always made her heart fill with inexplicable warmth.

— So that a piece of you will always be mine too — she repeated to herself, placing her hand carefully on her belly, as if that simple touch could hurt her. Or hurt whoever was under her skin.

“You don’t even know if you’re pregnant, Elisabeth”, she scolded herself, trying to shake the thought away. She shouldn't get her hopes up, it could just be a false alarm, her body playing a trick on them, a stupid prank of nature. But how could a false alarm look so real? How could those strong symptoms just be a figment of her head?

Elisabeth couldn't understand.

Taking another sip of water, she sighed, her mind taking her to the week of last Christmas. With preparations for the evening that she and Toto had decided to organize for both families on the rooftop in full swing, Elisabeth thought it would be fun to take Rosi shopping for the gifts. Between laughter, comments about Toto's disastrous choices for his children and shopping bags, the two went into a toy store to cross off the last items on her list, which were the gifts from Eloise, Ellison and Lennon.

With some toys in the cart, Elisabeth was reading the side of a doll box when she noticed that Rosi had walked away from her, toward a wall filled with toys for much younger children. Toys for babies.

— Everything’s okay, dear? — she asked, touching the girl's shoulder.

— Yeah, Liesl, I was just thinking — Rosi replied, taking a toy in her hand, a kind of butterfly made of flashy fabric, with stripes, polka dots and vibrant colors.

— And could I know what you were thinking about?

— About babies.

She laughed.

— I think it's too early for you to be thinking about babies, Rosi.

— Not if they're my siblings— the girl murmured, giving her a smile.

— Siblings — Elisabeth stammered, tensely.

— Yeah. Your kids with my father.

— Rosi…

— You want to have kids, don't you?

— Yes, we do, Rosi.

Her brown eyes lit up.

— But not now — Elisabeth added, running her hand through the girl's hair — Our routine is very busy, it would be very difficult to deal with a baby now, Rosi.

The girl dropped the toy on the shelf, looking upset.

— I know...

— But, I guarantee you one thing, we will give you a sibling. Someday.

The memory made her run her hand over her face, a little dazed.

She didn't expect that the day she had promised Rosi would come so quickly.

The sound of the door opening made Elisabeth jump up in bed, her eyes looking straight into the small hallway, where Toto appeared with a small bag in his hands and looking a little out of breath.

— Are you okay?

— Yes — he replied, turning the bag upside down, three boxes falling onto the king-size bed.

— You're breathless — she observed.

— I ran to the pharmacy — Toto said, sitting on the bed..

— Why?

— I didn't want to leave you alone for too long — he replied, smiling — Although you're accompanied, so...

— We still don't know if I'm accompanied, Toto.

— Then let's find out — he said, taking one of the boxes — I got three tests, from three different brands, so we wouldn't have any doubts.

After reading the instructions for the three tests, Elisabeth took the bottle and drank some more water, while Toto opened the packages and prepared everything in the sink in the suite's bathroom. She was taking the last sip when he appeared in the room again, sitting down in front of her.

— It's all on top of the sink, it's very simple, you just need to...

— Pee on a stick, right? — she completed.

Toto blinked.

— No, Liesl, it's not like that.

— Well, it’s like that in the movies.

— The movies are wrong, Liesl. You need to collect the sample in the cup and then place the test strip inside the sample for fifteen seconds. Then you take it out and cover it. So, you let me know when you're done so I can start the timer.

Elisabeth blinked.

— You know a lot about pregnancy tests.

— I have two children, remember? — he smiled.

She felt her cheeks heat up. It was almost automatic for her to assume that they were at the same stage in life, discovering life as a couple and, possibly, parenthood. However, Toto was 16 years older than Elisabeth, had already been married and had two children. It was obvious that he had been through all those experiences and knew what it was like, unlike her.

The thought of it, in a way, scared her even more.

— Yes, I do — she replied, giving an embarrassed smile.

Taking her hand affectionately, Toto's thumb stroked her skin.

— So, now that you know that I have knowledge to talk about this, you will go to the bathroom and do the tests, okay?

Elisabeth simply nodded, which made him smile and place a kiss on her knuckles. Getting up from the bed, she walked slowly to the bathroom, entering the cubicle silently and closing the door. Leaning her head against the wood, Elisabeth took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

The prospect of being pregnant was both frightening and enchanting. She had spent so many hours imagining what it would be like to have a child that she hadn't stopped to think about what the entire pregnancy process would be like. She hadn't thought about what the changes in her body would be like, the action of hormones on her mood, her family's reaction to the news, the birth... And now everything seemed more real than ever, three tests away from her.

“Let's do this, Elisabeth”, she thought to herself, turning to the sink and picking up the cup that was on the cream-colored marble.

After a few long minutes of trying to relax, a prospective father-to-be knocking twice on the door asking if she was okay, and a sample taken, Elisabeth opened the bathroom door with a sigh.

— Done — she said softly, walking to the bed.

— Did you leave the strips on for 15 seconds?

— Yes, Toto — Elisabeth replied, settling down on the mattress.

— Great, now we just wait five minutes — he said, touching his phone and activating the timer — And we'll find out if you're eating for two or if it's just a virus.

Seeing the seconds ticking slowly on the screen, she pursed her lips.

— Has this timer always been this slow?

— When you're anxious, any short wait seems like an eternity. But it's okay — Toto said, taking her right hand — Everything will be fine, Liesl.

— What do you mean by fine? — Elisabeth asked, her eyes fixed on his fingers, which were playing with her engagement ring, the diamond sparkling in the light that came through the window.

— I mean we will see two lines in each of those tests.

— Do you want the result to be positive?

— Don’t you?

Elisabeth sighed.

— It's not that I don't want the result to be positive. In fact, nothing would make me happier than knowing that I will be the mother of your child. But at the same time, we didn't plan it, we didn't think about it, we didn't even get married!

— Does the order matter that much, Liesl?

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. Elisabeth had no idea where to begin to explain that whirlwind of feelings that were growing inside her chest.

— You know I hate it when things don't go as planned, right? — Elisabeth asked, earning a positive nod from Toto — We live in a rush, in such a hustle and bustle that I feel like I need to have control over something, at least a little. And the idea of doing everything calmly, getting engaged, getting married and then having a child was something that gave me this feeling of control and now…

— You're scared, aren't you?

She took a few seconds to reflect on that question. At the same time that Elisabeth knew that she was capable of doing anything, she felt faced with a challenge much greater than any she ever had. It wasn't a complicated negotiation or a championship fight that was going from bad to worse, but a baby. And there was no worse time for it to decide to show up.

— I understand you, Liesl, I really do. You know I also like to have control over things and it bothers me when I don't. But, I think having children is the absolute way to give up control, you know?

— Absolute?

— Yes, absolute. As much as we have an idea of how we want our children to grow up and be, for them to have the best upbringing, the best structure, the best support, this doesn't always happen. And there's not much you can do, Liesl.

— No?

— No. Because children don't come with manuals. You are not born knowing how to be a father or mother, you need to learn every day, every hour, every minute about that new role. And every moment with them is a learning experience and, in a way, a rediscovery.

Elisabeth remained silent, digesting Toto's words, who continued.

— I learned a lot about myself from Benedict and Rosa. I learned about courage, sacrifice and, above all, love. And it is this feeling that has to guide us at every step on this journey, the love we feel for them.

— What if I can't love him? — Elisabeth asked in a low voice, without looking up at him.

— Him? You mean our child?

— Yeah — she said, observing the contrast of his skin against hers.

However, instead of a long explanation or a simple answer, Elisabeth heard Toto chuckle. The sound made her look up at him, meeting his brown eyes framed by the little wrinkles that only appeared when he truly smiled.

— Elisabeth, do you love me? — he returned the question.

— Yes — she replied, without hesitation — Very much.

— So, think that you are possibly carrying in your belly a little person that has 50% of me in its composition. At least half of it you already love very much, according to yourself.

Elisabeth smiled a little.

— And you?

— What about me?

— Do you already love him? — she asked.

Toto brought one of his hands to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

— Liesl, I've loved him since the first time I imagined him running through our backyard in Oxford. I've loved him ever since I thought about what it would be like to hold him for the first time and see his blue eyes, just like yours. I've loved him since the day I imagined him together with Ben and Rosi, completing our family, in the same way you completed me.

Elisabeth smiled, leaning her head against Toto's palm, silent. There wasn't much to say after everything he had said. In the end, all that remained was the certainty that she had chosen the right man for her life. The man who would be by her side whenever uncertainty or fear flooded her chest.

The perfect man to be the father of her child.

— Toto…

— Yes, Liesl?

— Have you noticed that whenever we talk about our child, we refer to it as a boy?

Toto laughed.

— Now that you say it…

— Any reason?

— For that?

— Yeah.

— No, none. Although, with the conditions your father set…

He didn't have time to complete the sentence before a sound interrupted him.

Five minutes had passed.

The result was available.

The two looked at each other, as if waiting for the other to do something.

Then, Toto got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. The silence inside the room was so great that Elisabeth could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, the accelerated rhythm.

— Liesl — he finally said, still inside the bathroom, his voice a little muffled.

— Yes?

— Do you want good news or bad news?

— What do you mean by that?

— Just answer me — Toto replied, his voice a little strange.

— The bad one.

— We're going to have to look for a new apartment.

— Why?

He appeared at the bathroom door again, with the three tests in hand.

He was smiling widely, his cheeks stained by the tears that had already run down.

— Because we're going to have a baby, Liesl. We're going to be parents.

[hzbinnerdlover]

Early morning sickness

(Content warning this is a snz kink fic, you have been warned. Also hope you enjoy this is my first one here.)

Vox came into the kitchen and stretched out, wearing his shark tshirt and matching shark patterned pj pants, immediately going for his coffee pot and turning it on. "Jesus, really can't function without my coffee" *stretching again he waits while looking through things on his phone, checking the news, latest things happening in town, etc.

"Seems like the same normal shit around here, who coulda guessed that?" Rolling his eyes he sighs as he keeps scrolling, picking up his coffee cup the moment the coffee was done and pouring it in, taking a long sip as he does so.

THUMP!

Vox jumps a bit, nearly dropping the beverage and blinking at the loud sound. "The fuck-?"

He glances down the hallway, thinking he heard it from the bedroom. Immediately ye starts walking down towards it and pokes his head inside, seeing a large blanket lump on the ground. "Val...? That you in there?", only a loud groan cake in response, earning an eyeroll from Vox.

"Jesus Val, quit fucking around and get up. We have a meeting today", without giving him a chance to speak he heads back to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Soon the scent of toast wavered in the air as he munched upon the food, hearing a pair of loud footsteps enter. "Fucking finally, about time you got up and-", stopping mid-sentence he blinks and looks at the state of the moth.

Valentino had plopped onto the table rather tiredly, eyes carrying heavy bags underneath and face all flushed, his nose a bit blotchy in color as he groaned, and keeping a large blanket wrapped around him as he gave a shiver.

"Ugh....what time is that stupid meeting again?", he gives a sniffle as he sits up and rubs his eyes.

Vox immediately rushed over and cupped his cheeks. "Fuck Val- what's going on with you? Are you okay? You look exhausted..." The moth whined a bit as he shook his head. "Not so loud Voxie....I barely slept last night. Caught some weird bug or something...."

"A bug? Like...you're sick or something?" He then realizes how warm he felt and feels his forehead. "Christ you're running a fever. Why didn't you wake me up? I could've gotten you some medicine of some shit. Fuck Val..."

"I didn't wanna wake you. You get cranky when woken up and I didn't wanna deal with...d-deal with your cranky ass...heh...", he pulls away from Vox suddenly, burying his mouth and nose under the blanket he was wrapped in. "Sh'uu! Sks'huu! H-H'ishuu!" A few stifled sneezes make their way as he sniffles and groans. Vox gently pats his shoulder. "Bless you, and you can forget that meeting. We're staying home and you're going right back to bed." An annoyed whine came out of the moth.

"But you promised to get take out afterwards. Can't we just try?" He gives a sniffle as he coughs back into the blanket, sounding rather rough as he groans.

Vox shook his head as he took Val's arm gently. "I'll order some later for delivery okay? But we gotta get you back in bed." Carefully he brings Val up and starts pulling him towards the bedroom. "Easy now, okay? I gotcha." Too tired to resist Val only nodded in response, walking with him down the hall and leaning slightly onto him. Once in the bedroom he collapses onto the mattress and crawls to his pillow, getting all comfy.

"Mmm thanks Voxie...", sniffling loudly he curls up under his blanket and coughs again. "Its so cold. Why is it so- I'PSHUU!!!!" He leans forward into the sneeze, feeling a major itch inside.

"Shit- Val? You okay there?", Vox asked rather worried. The tired pimp only responded with hitching breathing, sitting up as he leaves against his pillow and the bedframe as he attempts to respond with words, "Y-Yeah- fine. J-Just, need to- Heh-" Leaning forward he starts going into a fierce sneezing fit.

"Heck'shuuuu!! I-Ip'shuuu!! Ack'shuuuu!!! Heh-Het'chieeeew!!! HET'CHUUUU!!!!"

Groaning softly as he gives a damp sniffle he looks away, face flushed from his fever and a bit of embarrassment. "Sorry....scuse me mi amor."

Vox's heart melted a bit at the sight, wishing he could make his lover feel better right away as he shook his head. "Bless you, don't worry about it hon. You can't exactly help it"

"I know dat", he sniffles again and sighs, feeling his congestion taking over and his nose run. "Seriously?" He grunts a bit as he starts rubbing his nose with the blanket, making Vox wince a bit. "Val hold on- shit- where did I put the tissues?" Immediately he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a box of tissues, heading back to his partner as he plucks a couple out. "Here, use these. It'll be much more comfortable for your nose there."

Val immediately snatches the tissues from him and starts mopping up the mess from his face. "Ugh...thanks. That does help a bit" Wiping himself clean he tosses them towards rhe trashcan, missing as they fall onto the floor. "Uuuuuugh seriously?" Rubbing his eyes he coughs again and looks away. "Okay I'm in bed. You can go now", he says in a rather cold tone as he lays back down. Vox blinks confused as he does so and shakes his head.

"And why would I do that?", he asked rather offended. "I told you I'd take care of you didn't I?"

Val scoffs and rolls eyes. "Yeah, after I had to fucking tell you I was sick asshole. Didn't seem to give much of a shit when I was on the floor this morning"

Vox opens his mouth to refute but blinks, knowing Val had him there. "Fuck....well I didn't know okay? Look. I wanna help you Val, you know I worry about you." He reaches out and caresses the moth's shoulder. "Cause I love you dork."

Val shakes his head and pushes his hand off. "Dumbass. You aren't worried you'll get sick too?! You always have more work than me! Besides I know I'm just another problem for you to deal wi- AK'HUUU!!!" Turning away he sneezes again and groans. "Fucking christ. Anyway, why would- H-Hit'shuuu! You even- ACK'CHEEEW! Care if I'm- HI'ZZUUUH!!! Sick at all?! Heh....heh..." He shakes his head a bit as the last of the itch held itself there. "Oh come on....heh...heh...", Desperately his hands start searching the bed for the tissues to conceal his face in, only finding it was too late. "H-HEH'SHUUUUUU!!!!" He bends forward in the sneeze, feeling a soft feeling pressed against his nose as he did so. Blinking slight tears in his eyes from rhe fit he looks over and sees Vox, realizing he had pressed a tissue to his face and caught the sneeze. Vox gives a small smile to the moth.

"Like I said, cause I love you dork. And I don't wanna see you miserable." He gently starts to wipe Val's nose for him. "Now, was that the last of them?"

Val blushed a little at the gesture, secretly liking the feeling of being cared for like this. "Yeah yeah, I think thats- A'zzuu! Eck'zuu! Heh...HET'CHOO!!!" Sniffling into the now damp tissue Val groans softly, the tv demon slightly wincing as he calmly wiped up the rest of mess. "Ugh....sorry...", Val replied rather tiredly.

Vox shook his head. "No worries darling, gesundheit." Tossing the damp tissue aside he grabs a couple fresh ones and puts them to Val's nose. "Blow, nice and big now." Val simply nods and does as he's told, giving a heavy wet blow into the tissues.

"There ya go, good boy", carefully he wipes his nose clean again and smiles. "Now lay back down okay? Imma get you some medicine" he lays Val back down into the bed and tucks him in, setting the tissue box next to him knowing he was gonna need them. "I'll be right back." Val nods in reply as he snuggles under the covers, tiredly mumbling, "I love you Voxie..." Vox chuckles as he kisses the top of his head. "I love you too Val..." He then starts heading to the kitchen and looking through the medicine cabinet when he feels something off, blinking as a sudden irritation hits him like a truck. "Heh.....HEZZUUH!!!" Blinking another moment he groans and facepalms.

"Motherfucker-"

[theboywithburninghands]

We’re getting close to the end… I think there should only be a few chapters after this one. This one focuses on my personal favorite of Jax’s brothers, Osvaldo. And also has Pomni being a boss-ass… uhhh… impolite word. Enjoy! @fernstarsblog

T/W: Addiction, mentions of physical abuse, emotional abuse, implied vomit, era-appropriate sexism

Primum Peccatum Ch. 13: Won’t Let You Fly, But Might Let You Sing

Thus began the long and arduous process of helping Jax curb his addiction.

Altonicus and Kali stayed overnight at The Gray Church, leaving The Rooker Estate only after Jax got to sleep early that evening and Altonicus had the chance to telegram both the hospital and his father about Jax’s flu. Getting him to bed was a process in itself, since he needed a cocktail of medicines, fever reducers, aspirin, loperamide and melatonin, as well as an intravenous drip to keep him hydrated. There were no stands for the IV bottle, so Altonicus fastened it to a spare coat rack.

Pomni stayed to watch over him until roughly nine in the evening. She returned home, informing her parents that Jax had an awful case of the flu and informing Zooble that he was suffering from withdrawals. She went to bed utterly exhausted, hardly removing her shoes before sinking onto her pillow and laying undisturbed for almost 12 hours. She’d have slept longer had her father not beat on her door in the morning.

“Pomni. Downstairs, posthaste. We have visitors.” he said.

Pomni moaned, dragging herself out of bed. She opened her wardrobe and surveyed her reflection. Her countenance was weary despite sleeping for half a day, and her hair was an oily black crow’s nest. She hadn’t bathed in two days… And yet her parents wanted her downstairs “at once.” Presumably to either meet with another member of the wedding staff, or be shouted at. She looked down at her makeup kit, then up at her reflection. Her mother would see her quirted should she appear before a guest looking so haggard. …If she was already going to be reprimanded, she best not stoke the fire any further.

She applied some makeup and changed into new clothes, one of her preferred black dresses. She brushed her teeth and hair until she was presentable enough, then journeyed downstairs into the sitting room.

“Pomni, there you are. Please be seated.” Vladimir said.

Her parents were seated on one couch in the family sitting room, and on the opposite couch sat Osvaldo and Boone. Drexl sat in the armchair, typically reserved for her father and her father alone, his massive form hardly managing to squeeze into the sofa. He took a pull on his pipe, opening a single eye to look at Pomni, only to close it again. Osvaldo glanced down at the floor, his face ashamed, while Boone waved to her with a smirk. A chair from the dining room had been set up for her.

“Ms. Shutnyk,” Drexl said, breathing out a stream of tobacco smoke. “A pleasure to see you again. I have so much more I would have liked to say during our evening together. I did send a letter yesterday, but it appeared to never arrive.”

Pomni glanced at Zooble. They winked.

“I was excused by your eldest son, as you were indisposed. How is your paw healing, may I ask?” Pomni asked venomously.

“Pomni, sit and be silent at once.” Vladimir ordered.

Pomni looked at her father, putting her hands behind her back.

“Father, if you don’t mind, I would like to go check on my fiancé? I assume that is the reason why Mr. Krolik and his sons are here?”

“You are partially correct, Ms. Shutnyk, I am indeed here to visit my youngest son.” Drexl said, rising to his feet and approaching Pomni. “But, since we were in the vicinity, I thought it best to finish my proposition from our evening together.”

Pomni thought back. He had been in the midst of some sort of arrangement before Boone interrupted.

“Sit down and listen to your father-in-law, Pomni.” Vladimir ordered again.

“I’d rather stand, thank you. I will be sitting most of today, after all. But yes, please go ahead, Mr. Krolik.”

Drexl smiled, although it was more akin to a smirk. It was difficult to imagine a man with as steely a countenance as him smiling…

“Please look me in the eye, Miss Shutnyk.” he said.

“For what purpose?” Pomni asked.

“Pomni,” Mirella gasped.

Drexl raised his hand.

“Your daughter is perfectly alright, Mr. and Mrs. Shutnyk. Because, I wish to offer you a position at my company, and I would rather we do that whilst seeing eye to eye.”

Pomni’s eyes flicked to Drexl’s. Her skin began itching, but she remained focused on the enormous rabbit.

“Father-?” Boone began, only to be silenced by a single, harsh “shhht!” from Drexl.

“A position at your company? A woman such as myself?” Pomni replied, scratching her left arm with her right hand. “My father tells me such a thing could be deleterious to your reputation.”

“In New Hirnantia, perhaps. In Ediacara, more than likely not. As you know, I am the chief executive officer of Krolik International, which has branches across six countries. If I were to put you in a clerical position elsewhere in the world, where social regulations aren’t nearly as strict as they are here, you could make a career out of it.”

Pomni at last tore her eyes from Drexl, scratching at a hot, prickly itch that had formed on her shoulder blade. An honest to goodness occupation… It was a tempting thought. But should she accept, it would mean working under Drexl Krolik. And she would rather…

Hm. Best keep that thought to herself for now.

“I… will carefully consider your offer, Mr. Krolik.” Pomni said, managing to look him in the eye again.

Vladimir sprung to his feet.

“Pomni, may I speak to you for a moment?” he said. The veneer of politeness in his voice did little to mask his affect, his face had gone red and a vein could be seen pulsing on his temple.

“Father, if you aim to scold me for my decision, know that I haven’t truly made one yet.” Pomni said. By now, she should have been shouting at her father. “This is a matter of utmost importance, I believe a modicum of hesitation is appropriate, don’t you?”

Mirella rose next. “Why do you deliberately make our lives difficult, Pomni…? You said you didn’t wish to be married because you wanted to focus on a career, but now that one is offered to you on a silver platter, you decline? And from your soon to be father-in-law, no less?!”

“It does seem rather disloyal…” Boone chimed in.

“‘Deliberately?’ Now that is hardly fair.” Pomni replied evenly. “Honestly, even as my mother, you expect me to adapt to all changes instantaneously. Do I much remind you of a goldfish?”

“That’s enough,” Vladimir barked. “Since you are too stubborn to see the opportunity in front of you, Pomni, I’ll accept on your behalf. Forgive my daughter’s indolence, Mr. Krolik. She would be more than happy to-”

“Papa,” Pomni interrupted. “If my memory serves, and it does, such an agreement is unlawful.”

“Pomni Annabelle Shutnyk” he began dangerously. “Do you aim to lecture me on law, in my household, in front of a former business partner?”

Boone snorted, only for Osvaldo to check him firmly in the side with an elbow.

“Lecture? Certainly not, father.” Pomni rebutted. “But if you aim to make a decision for me in regards to my future, then I must intervene as I see fit. It is, after all, my future.

“Now, you would normally be able to make such a decision for your daughter, yes. If Mr. Krolik was a family member, and he is not. At least not yet. He will become my father-in-law after the wedding ceremony, but until then, you cannot sign me into any sort of financial dealing without my consent, as I am over the age of eighteen. I do not give my consent.

“That said, I am not refusing the offer. I merely require some time to consider it. That’s hardly a refusal, is it, father? Indeed, with all of the goings-on, I’ve hardly had any time to consider my future. Ah, while we’re on the subject of the future, I think it would be appropriate to check in on my fiancé. That is your primary reason for visiting, is it not, Mr. Krolik?”

Pomni turned to look at the large blue rabbit, who had scarcely moved from the spot she had left him standing on. He chewed the end of his pipe.

“…Yes.” he answered.

“Lovely,” Pomni said. “Then I will see you lot over at The Rooker Estate. I would recommend a protective mask if you’re concerned about contagion. ”

Pomni picked up the chair she was meant to sit on and placed it back in the dining room. She smoothed out her dress and turned back to the foyer, intent on fetching some stockings from upstairs, only to be confronted by Mirella.

“Pardon me, mother. I really must be getting over to Mr. Kinger’s. Would you like to co-”

“What have I done wrong Pomni?”

Pomni blinked and looked at her mother. “I beg your pardon?”

“Pomni, darling… We’ve tried everything, your father and I. We selected a suitor that was to your tastes, I selected a dress that was to your tastes, we have an estate being built for you here on the island, which you haven’t taken a single gander at, I might add, and yet… You attend a dinner with your future in-laws and refuse to tell us? You still see it fit to humiliate your father?! I… I’m at a loss, Pomni. What have I done wrong?”

Pomni took a deep breath. So, it was going to be like this, was it? Very well, then.

“Mother, you ask that question… ‘What have I done wrong?’ I’ve asked myself that question nigh on every day since I was about twelve years old.

“What have I done wrong? Why do you so seldom refer to me as beautiful or even pretty unless I wear the clothing you selected for me? Why do you insist I tell you every detail of a short conversation I had with a male store clerk, and yet you tell me to hush when I speak of a book I’m enjoying? Why am I not enough on my own, mother? Why do I have to be… you, for you to be happy with me?”

Mirella burst into tears. Pomni sighed, stepping around her mother.

“It’s never my aim to humiliate you or papa. But if you continue to try and dictate how my life will go, then I will continue to resist. I will be at The Rooker Estate. Farewell for now, mother.”

Pomni hurried up the stairs, padding quickly on the wood as she went to her room to slide on her stockings. Upon doing so, she returned to the front door, fitting her small feet into her pumps. Her mother stood exactly where she had left her, no longer crying, staring off somewhere. She heard her father discussing some form of legal jargon with Drexl, undoubtedly still trying to get Pomni that job without her consent. No doubt, he would spring into action as soon as she and Jax were married.

But, there was time to think before then.

—

Pomni arrived at Jax’s room to find Altonicus and Kali already inside. The window had been opened to let in some fresh air, as the room was filled with the pungent effluvium of vomit once again. Luckily, Altonicus had come prepared this time. He found a bottle of peppermint oil in the guest bathroom, and added a few drops to some cloth face masks he kept in his bag. Alton and Kali both had one over their nose and mouth, and Pomni accepted one. While the spicy, cold aroma of mint was a touch overpowering, it certainly trounced the odor of someone having been sick.

“Good morning, dear,” Jax managed to croak as Pomni pulled on her mask. His wet yellow eyes drifted to Pomni’s black dress. “My, you look ready for a wake.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic, Mr. Krolik. You won’t perish.” Pomni replied before turning to Altonicus. “Has he improved?”

“Yes and no,” Alton replied. “He said he was sick early this morning and he has much the same symptoms as yesterday: fever, cold sweats, headaches… But, this is to be expected in between doses. He has already had his morning dose already, by the way, so don’t let him tell you otherwise.”

“Do you really believe I would attempt to trick my fiancée into bringing me some extra poppy? Alton, for shame.” Jax managed his Cheshire grin.

“I have seen inebriates do many things for their next dosage, most of which do not bear repeating in polite society… How are you today, Miss Pomni?” Alton asked, smiling behind his mask.

“I’m… rather well, actually. Your father is visiting, I assume he’ll be over to-”

Jax rose from bed like a shot. “Father is here?! Has he found out?! Please don’t let him in, please-”

Kali was at his side immediately, petting his ears. “Peace, brother, everything is alright…”

“A common symptom of withdrawal is severe anxiety.” Altonicus explained.

“Was that brought on by ‘severe anxiety,’ or does the mention of your father always spur a reaction such as that?” Pomni asked.

Alton smiled under his mask once again. “Some from one camp, some from another. Today, I’ll be gathering up all the supplies he’ll need.

As much as I would enjoy being my youngest brother’s private physician, I like to think the hospital would miss me. That’s why today, I will get everything sorted so you, Mr. Rooker and Kali can assist Jax in my stead.”

There came a knock at the door, and then the sound of it opening. Jax cringed and backed himself up against the wall.

“Father is going to find out…” he whispered. Kali pet his ears again.

“I assure you he won’t. Lay down, now, Jax, your body needs rest.” Alton chided.

He took out a few more cloth masks and sprinkled peppermint oil on them before heading downstairs. Pomni followed after him, only going as far as the railing of the second floor landing, peering over the banister.

Drexl, Boone and Osvaldo stood in the foyer of The Rooker Estate. Drexl watched his eldest son approach him from the stairs with his luminous eyes, hands tucked behind his back. Osvaldo coughed and pinched his nose to stifle a sneeze, Pomni feeling a pang of guilt for not warning Osvaldo about the state of the house. Boone picked up a nearby book from one of the endless reams of paper, making a noise of disgust when he touched dust nearly half an inch thick and dropped the book with a poof.

“What a hovel this place is… Jax will be recovering here..?” Boone wondered aloud, wiping his glove on the back of Osvaldo’s waistcoat, to the latter’s chagrin.

“The room he resides in is actually quite clean,” Alton said, glaring at his younger brother. “And you’re lucky the master of the house is out gathering some necessities for your sibling, Boone. Otherwise he might have heard that little remark.”

“Well, I certainly hope one of the necessities is a feather duster.” Boone replied, sneering at the gritty streaks that were left on his glove.

Osvaldo sneezed. Altonicus approached him and handed him a mask.

“Na zdrowie. There you are, Aldo, put that on before you breathe in too much.”

Osvaldo gratefully accepted the mask and pulled it on, sniffing rather wetly. He blinked in surprise.

“Peppermint..?” he said.

“Yes, in addition to preventing contagion, these are here to keep you from becoming ill from the odor. Jax has been sick several times. Here you are, father, Boone.”

Boone pulled on his mask, accidentally putting it on upside-down before readjusting it. Drexl’s mask barely fit his muzzle, but everyone present thought it wise not to draw too much attention to that fact.

“Follow after me, please.” Alton said, motioning his family forward. The four rabbitfolk walked upstairs, Boone idly picking up a bit of paper from one of the errant stacks and squinting at it.

“‘Anatomy of the crescent locust.’ Hmph. What an ugly thing it is.” Boone placed the paper on a different stack at the top of the steps.

“Mr. Rooker would appreciate it if you put that in the right place, Boone.” Pomni said.

The four of them looked to see Pomni standing in front of the guest wing corridor, her arms crossed.

“Hello again, Ms. Shutnyk,” Drexl said. “You did indeed arrive here quickly. How is my son?”

“Off-color, to say the least. He may not wish to converse for very long.” Pomni replied.

“No matter, we don’t wish to stay in here very long,” Boone said, grinning behind his mask.

“Your wit is excruciating,” Pomni said. “You may enter, but please don’t raise your voice as Jax has an awful headache.”

Pomni took a moment to look at Osvaldo. He rubbed his eyes, clearly irritated from the dust.

“Osvaldo,” she said. “There are some allergy tablets in the medicine cabinet, would you like some?”

“Y-Yes… please,” Osvaldo replied.

“Come along with me, I believe there’s a glass for you to put tap water in.”

She motioned the gray rabbit to the guest bathroom. Drexl shot them both a look before wordlessly entering the bedroom. Boone peered in after his father and followed him.

“Drexl, how kind of you to come all this way to see your son!” Pomni heard Kali say. She had an impeccably friendly voice despite everyone’s apprehension of Drexl visiting.

Osvaldo coughed quietly as Pomni led him to the lavatory. She opened the door and entered, the gray rabbit standing outside the bathroom, staring sheepishly at his feet.

“Osvaldo, you’re welcome in. There will be no sordid deeds in here.” Pomni said. She couldn’t help but smile faintly, given that she knew Osvaldo was uninterested in any “sordid deeds” regardless.

“Erm… no thank you, it’s extremely impolite to enter a lavatory with a lady, regardless of intention…” he said, a faint tint of rose on his gray-furred cheeks.

“Osvaldo, I wish to discuss our wedding with you. Without your father overhearing. Quickly, now!”

She motioned him inside a touch more feverishly, Osvaldo hesitating before stepping inside, closing the door.

“What do you wish to discuss about your wedding, Ms. Shutnyk…?” he asked.

“Is it true you wished to perform a song for us?” Pomni asked.

Osvaldo’s eyes widened, followed by him looking away and his ears drooping.

“My father disallowed such a thing, remember..?” He muttered.

“I didn’t ask what your father wants. I couldn’t care any less what he wants, truth be told. I asked what you wanted.” Pomni said.

Osvaldo swallowed rather heavily. “I… What is the point of pondering such a thing if it shan’t happen..?” he asked.

“You continue to elude my question, Osvaldo. Do you wish to perform at my wedding?”

Osvaldo coughed quietly, rubbing his eyes. He blinked rapidly, staring at the tile floor.

“Oh, Ms. Shutnyk, of course I do. You have no idea how excited I was to perform! I-I-I had the song written and everything, but Boone just had to blab-”

“Just a moment, did you say you wrote a song for our wedding? You wrote a song? By yourself?” Pomni interrupted.

“I… Well, I… yes. I-I had the sheet music all written out, I was practicing in the conservatory…” Osvaldo trailed off.

“Well then, that settles it. You’re going to perform that song at our wedding.” Pomni said.

“But I’m forbidden, my-my father, he’ll…” Osvaldo began.

“I know what your father is capable of. The night of the dinner, when I was leaving, I saw what he did to you in his office from the front garden. And it sickened me,” Pomni said. “No father should ever lay his hands on his child like that, grown or otherwise. So, here is my proposition.”

She beckoned him forward and whispered into one of his long ears. Osvaldo gasped and put a paw to his mask.

“What? Surely not! You… You hardly know me, why would you do something like that for a stranger?”

“Because…” Pomni thought for a moment. I understand what you’re going through. What it means to have a dream you can’t pursue because your parents don’t approve. I want to help you reach it, your father and his compassionless machismo be damned.”

Osvaldo kept his paw to his mask… he fanned his face and took a few shallow breaths. “I’ve never… n-no one has ever been so…”

“Osvaldo please don’t cry, it would make me dreadfully uncomfortable.” Pomni said quickly.

“I-I-I apologize. I just… I… I’m so touched…” Osvaldo tittered.

“Well, it’s not put into action yet. Don’t celebrate prematurely… But here.”

She opened the bathroom cabinet, reaching on her tiptoes and grabbed a glass bottle of tablets.

“These will at least help with your allergies. We should rejoin the others before they grow suspicious. I know you have… proclivities elsewhere, but the last thing we desire right now is your nincompoop younger brother thinking we’re having some kind of tryst.”

Pomni shook two pills into her palm and handed them to Osvaldo.

“There you are. I’m sorry, I lied about the glass, you’ll have to drink directly from the tap. I’ll meet you in the room.”

Pomni nodded and exited the lavatory, shutting the door behind her. Osvaldo looked at the pills. He wiped his eyes, took them with water before splashing some on his face, and went to meet the group. He wore a tremendous smile beneath his mask, hidden from sight.

[gccdstories]

// first off -- hello, everyone! I hope everyone had a good holiday season and a good farewell to the previous year. (Or at the very least, a "fuck you, 2024, I'm glad you're over with".)

Update on me (and I'm putting it below a cut because I don't wanna just ramble forever and make a long OOC post on the dash).

Ending 2024 (around Christmas, anyway) with a bad cold and whatnot totally sucked, and it also severely impacted my "I want to write!" vibe. Luckily, I did get over that (except the cough. It won't leave me alone, stubborn little thing!)

But even when I got to feeling better around New Year's Eve, I somehow got bit by the "I don't necessarily feel like writing, but I do feel like completely gutting the apartment and cleaning out everything" bug.

And I do mean EVERYTHING.

We're talking going into the corners of closets and the tops of shelves and whatnot. Don't ask me WHY I decided to do it right after getting over a horrible flu-like cold. But I did. (And you know you have to take advantage of when that mood strikes. So I did.)

So I basically did a deep clean and organize, let's throw out 2024 vibe (at least as far as that goes). And I wanted to really finish another book down too, so I spent NYE doing that to knock it out (instead of being on here, cause I had more of a "I wanna read" vibe instead of a "I wanna write" vibe.)

But I did feel a wonderful sense of accomplishment on both fronts. With cleaning and organizing the apartment (with the incredible assistance of two very helpful cats, of course!), as well as totally surpassing my reading goal more than I ever have in years' past--

My goal for the next couple of days (since I did use a few vacation days and all), is to be here, and on my other blog(s), as well as reading and whatnot. And just a general sense of "relaxation".

I did all the "hard work" already. I'm good. :)

But yes, I'm here, we're all good. I'm hoping everything's back to normal (or as normal as we ever get around here) and I can get back to my writing like usual.

Love you all! (And thank you for being so utterly patient with me.)

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I’d like to request one of Derek from criminal minds where Derek is sick with the stomach flu and puking a lot and Garcia takes care of him

I haven't watched criminal minds in a while and I've also never written for garcia so I might not get their voice/vibe quite right.

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Garcia was on her way back to her office with a fresh mug of coffee. After she'd passed by the bathrooms she stopped, paused for a moment, then backed up. It almost sounded like someone was...

"hrkllbbgg,"

Throwing up in the bathroom, yep. She walked over to the door and knocked.

"You okay in there?" she called through the door.

"...Not really," a voice answered, raspy from vomiting. That sounded like... no it couldn't be, he's practically invincible. "Derek?"

"That you mama?" Derek asked, sounding relieved.

"You want me to come in?" she asked, not sure if mr. macho man himself would be okay with anyone seeing him like this.

"yes please," he groaned.

Garcia turned the knob, surprised to find the door unlocked, and pushed it open. To her surprise, Derek was slumped in the corner of the bathroom, looking more disheveled than she had ever seen the man. His badge and gun were on the floor, along with his belt and his shoes, and his t-shirt was drenched with sweat.

"Derek Morgan what on earth happened to you?" she gasped, moving to crouch down in front of him. She placed a hand on his forehead, flinching at how warm he was. He definitely had a fever.

"Don't know, just kinda off this morning but it just kept getting worse. Thought maybe I needed to eat something but, well, you see how that turned out," he gestured toward the toilet grimly.

Garcia winced in sympathy, wrinkling her nose as she reached over to flush the toilet. "Do you think you're done for now? We should get you home," she said.

"I don't think putting me in a car is a very good idea right now he groaned, shaking his head.

"Well let's at least get you off of the bathroom floor then. How about you go lay down in your office?" she suggested instead.

"Yeah, okay," Derek agreed, figuring he could at least make it that far. "I'm gonna need a trash can though," he added, grimacing as he felt his stomach churning.

"I'll take care of it," Garcia nodded, "Now come here," she stood, holding her hands out to Derek. He grabbed her hands, letting her help him pull himself up off of the floor. He felt shaky, but Garcia wrapped an arm around his waist to help keep him steady as they made their way out of the bathroom.

As they passed through the BAU main office, a few heads turned to watch them pass. The team had gathered in the conference room and was watching them from up there. No one said anything as Garcia and Morgan made their way up the stairs and into Derek's office.

"There's a case," Derek said as Garcia helped him lay down on the couch in his office.

"Don't worry about that," she said, grabbing a blanket from the corner and draping it over him. She pulled the trashcan from under his desk over to sit in front of the couch.

"I should be in there," he protested.

"For what? So you can go puke on some crime scene photos? I don't think so. You're sitting this one out. The team will be okay without you for one case," she shook her head, grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge in his office and setting it next to the couch.

Derek sighed, knowing she was right. "Well you should go. They need you," he said.

"I'm going," she said. "Trash can and water are on the ground right there. Drink some if you can and try not to make a mess. I'll be back," she added.

"Thanks babygirl," he called after her as she headed to the conference room.

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"Resentment" - Chapter 3

Summary

He is the cause of her sufferings. He took her dragon, her betrothed, and her father. Now, he will also take away her future by having to marry him.

With so much history and bad blood between Rhaena and Aemond, their forced union has everything to fail, except that the proximity will make them discover that perhaps they have more in common than it seems.

AU - the Greens win the war.

Masterlist with previous chapters

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Hiiiiiiiiii! I know I said Sunday, but hey that was just a few hours in this part of the world so...

Enjoy!!!

Also I'm battling with a nasty flu right now, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes :(

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“Welcome to King's Landing, Lady Rhaena,” the Dowager Queen greets politely.

Rhaena looks away from the stoic prince and clears her throat so she can reply, "Thank you, Your Grace."

“I trust you had a good trip”

"I had," she nods, "Although I admit it was a long one and I'm happy to finally be in my ancestral home, and to be received by such honorable company."

The words come out more easily than she expects, empty courtesies she's practiced all her life that seem to make a good impression on the queen, who looks at her in surprise at first, before finally offering her a smile.

“We were looking forward to see you”

Beside her, Aemond chuckles, and Rhaena can't help but glance in his direction, though his gaze is fixed somewhere in the empty courtyard.

“This is my son, Prince Aemond,” the queen continues, her posture anxious as she regards the man, her lips pursed into a snarl that seems to denote sudden nervousness.

At the mention of his name, Aemond tilts his face and his eye meets Rhaena's again. For a moment, a brief moment that fills her with terror, she thinks he's going to come over and say something, but in the end, he just gives her the slightest nod and refocuses his gaze in the courtyard. Rhaena sighs, relieved, and hears Alicent sigh as well, though hers seems to be more out of frustration.

"Mother!"

Daeron's interruption saves her from having to address Aemond. The young prince, indifferent to the tense moment shared, approaches Alicent and places a kiss on her forehead before standing next to her.

“My son,” the woman smiles at him with obvious fondness, “Thank you for bringing Lady Rhaena back safely.”

“My mother is relieved every time I return to land from riding Tessarion,” Daeron comments with amusement, looking at his cousin, “Are you feeling better?”

"Are you sick?" Alicent asks, watching her expression.

“I just felt a little under the weather because of the trip,” Rhaena is quick to reply, shaking her head, “I'm not as used to dragon riding as my cousin.”

"Probably you are just hungry," Daeron says with a shrug, "It is been many hours since we've had food."

"Yes, yes, you are right" Alicent nods, "It is pretty late, we should go inside and have a proper dinner."

“If I may,” Rhaena curtsies, and walks back to the carriage, opening the door and extending her arm to Morning, who deftly climbs up to wrap around her shoulders.

The young woman returns to her hosts and suppresses a smile at the stunned look of the Dowager Queen, who takes a couple of steps back, clearly avoiding getting too close to her dragon.

“This is Morning,” she says in an affectionate voice.

"I didn't... I was not aware that your dragon..."

The queen clearly doesn't know how to go on. Morning roars in her direction, barely a playful roar, but one that makes the woman close her eyes for a moment. The sound seems to draw Aemond's attention, who this time focuses his gaze on both the creature and its rider, gazing at their proximity with what appears to be a mixture of curiosity and disapproval.

“I couldn't leave her in the Vale,” Rhaena explains, “Do not worry, though, my queen. Morning knows how to behave"

“I vouch for that,” Daeron nods.

“Fine, then…” Alicent still sounds reluctant, but she finally makes her way up the stairs to enter the palace.

The place is still as foreign to Rhaena as it was the first and only time she had visited it. The many passageways, corridors, and stairways open before her almost like a stone maze, softly lit by the torches on the wall.

Perhaps because of the hour, few are the nobles they run into, though they all look curiously at Rhaena and the dragon. None, however, makes a move to approach the dowager queen and the princes, limiting only to greet the royal family silently and respectfully. Since her relatives don't stop either, the girl follows them until they pass a wide courtyard and enter even wider corridors that she thinks she has walked in her last visit.

 "You must excuse me," it is Aemond who speaks, when they stop in front of a double door, "Lord Lannister in waiting for me"

The prince offers no further explanation, just glances at his mother before turning his back on them, and walking the other way.

"My son is quite a busy man," Alicent says with a forced smile, "I am sure you know he is the Hand of the king."

“I am aware,” Rhaena nods, internally relieved by the absence of her betrothed.

"I am sure you'll have more opportunities to… get to know each other, later on"

The prospect gives Rhaena goosebumps, but she hurries to follow the Dowager Queen to the rooms.

“I thought that a family dinner would be the most suitable,” says Alicent

Rhaena briefly surveys the room, patting Morning, who growls at the smell of food.

"May I ask you, Queen Alicent, to bring appropriate food for my dragon?"

“Oh, sure, sure,” the woman frowns and calls out to one of her maids, “Raw meat, I guess?”

“That will do,” Rhaena nods.

The maid rushes to comply, and Rhaena decides to remain standing without approaching the table yet, afraid that her dragon will wreak havoc so close to the food, though she accepts a glass of wine from Daeron.

“I apologize, Lady Rhaena, for the haste with which we requested your presence in the capital,” Alicent begins.

"I admit it was quite a surprise when Lady Jeyne broke the news to me."

“I imagine so,” the queen nods absently, sipping from her own cup, “but keep in mind that we made this decision with your interests in mind, and the future of House Targaryens, of course.”

"Of course"

“After all, it is in the realm's best interests that the traditions be upheld,” Alicent continues, “You are a Targaryen, just like my children, it is only logical for you to join your lives and perform together your duty to the kingdom.”

Rhaena can't help but wonder if her words are meant to convince her or herself.

“I am honored to be able to join your… son,” she replies, hesitating at the last moment, not daring to say the kinslayer’s name out loud.

At her words, Daeron watches her with open curiosity and Rhaena thinks she sees the beginning of a smile on his lips. Her heart stops for an instant, scared that he'll mention his mother her outburst from a moment ago. Her cousin, however, lowers his gaze and remains silent.

"You must be aware of the painful circumstances that the king and his wife experienced just a couple of weeks ago"

“Tragic news for the kingdom”

“A loss we deeply feel. We hope that in the near future we will have more auspicious news to celebrate."

The queen doesn't say more, but from the way she looks at Rhaena, she can understand what Alicent isn't saying. The same thing Lady Jeyne had told her. That, from the moment she married the prince, it would be her duty to provide the kingdom with a royal heir.

The maid enters the room with a metal tray, and Morning appears to sniff at the food, for it flies off Rhaena's shoulder, who rushes over to the terrified young woman and takes the tray from her hands.

"Thanks," she says, offering her a half smile, "I'll take care of it from here."

The maid hands her the tray and quickly steps back. The dragon follows Rhaena to the end of the room, eager to eat.

“Here you go,” she tells her with a smile, whispering reassurances in High Valyrian.

"Please join us, cousin."

Daeron offers his hand, and Rhaena walks with him to the table. It is when she is finally sitting down that she realizes how hungry she is.

For several minutes they eat in a pleasant silence that is finally interrupted by the prince who talks to his mother about matters that Rhaena does not pay much attention to, her gaze going from her food to her dragon, who has already devoured all the meat and flies lazily in her direction.

“You must be exhausted,” Alicent says once they finish dessert.

“I am, Your Grace,” Rhaena admits.

“Cyndi, show Lady Rhaena to her rooms,” she orders the young maid who brought the dragon's food, “And don't worry, you will find there everything you need.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Rhaena stands up and curtsies, “Cousin Daeron”

"Cousin"

Rhaena calls out to Morning, who climbs onto her neck, then follows the maid down a long hallway to the last room guarded by a knight who bows to her before opening the door.

"Would you like me to run a bath for you, my lady?"

"Yes, please"

The young woman leaves, and Rhaena takes the opportunity to examine what will be her new room.

Your new prison, that little voice sounds in her head, but the girl ignores it as she walks through the huge space.

“It's a lot bigger than the one we had in the Vale,” she says to Morning almost in a whisper, “but not nearly as pretty.”

Rhaena goes to the only window and draws the curtains, being disappointed to find her new view will be that of a stone courtyard. Sighing, she closes them again and thinks bitterly of the beautiful mountains that were the first thing she saw every morning when she woke up.

As Morning flies to the comfort of the fireplace, Rhaena goes to the small sitting room, where a couple of sofas, and a small table have been placed. On top of that, there is an empty shelf except for a book which upon inspection turns out to be a copy of The Seven-Pointed Star. Rhaena stifles a giggle, wondering if the Dowager Queen had deliberately placed it there.

Cyndi, her maid, returns and helps her out of her riding clothes after setting everything up in the tub.

"That will be all, Cyndi, you can leave now"

Once alone, Rhaena lets out a soft moan of satisfaction as the hot water immediately relaxes her sore muscles after so many hours of travel. Closing her eyes, she massages her body and inhales the delicious fragrance of roses that perfumes the water.

For a few minutes, just a few minutes, Rhaena feels completely satisfied.

Until her mind – her treacherous mind – reminds her of her reality.

Her imminent marriage.

No.

It's not exactly the idea of marriage that she dislikes, after all, Rhaena had made the trip to the capital practically accepting the idea that she was going to marry her cousin. She just didn't expect said cousin to be… him.

Aemond Targaryen.

Your mother is dead. Vhagar has a new rider now.

The memory comes back to her as vivid as that night all those years ago, and Rhaena shudders.

Even at that time, when they were all children, the presence of her cousin had been frightening to her. The cruelty of his words, the clear satisfaction and arrogance on his face at having accomplished his feat, the ferocity of his attack… Rhaena shakes her head. She doesn't like to think about that night. She doesn't like to think about everything that followed. She doesn't like to remember her role in it.

Rhaena leaves the tub and dries her body with the linen towels Cyndi has left for her. In her bed, a simple white nightgown awaits her. The young girl rushes to put it on and crawls under the covers, wishing she could fall asleep right away, which of course she doesn't.

This could be one of your last nights sleeping alone.

The desperation is so great that she has to get out of bed and begins to pace the room, pacing back and forth as she contemplates her options.

Options. What options? A hysterical giggle leaves her lips. She has no choice but to comply. It's not like she can escape her fate. There is nothing waiting for her. She cannot return to the Vale and put Lady Arryn at risk. She can't go to Baela, who is just another guest of her cousin Alyn's. She has no other allies, only enemies surrounding her.

And the main of them all was going to become her husband.

The prospect terrifies her. Why him? Why precisely the source of all the misfortunes in her life? Why should she marry a criminal? Rhaena places her hand on her chest feeling her heart pound violently.

It had been all too easy to pretend to the others that she was the dutiful bride they expected her to be, but now, in the solitude of her room, she really begins to process what it will mean to marry the one-eyed prince. To marry the man who had killed Lucerys. And her father. The man that he had terrorized the Riverlands… to allow him to touch her

“Gods,” she whispers into the void as she thinks of what awaits her on her wedding night. The thought of a crippled Aegon sharing her bed had been tolerable. To have to let the kinslayer, violent as he was, take her, was repulsive.

“Don't worry about it yet,” she tells herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. If the gods were merciful, she would still have time to enjoy her solitude, and get used to what would happen later. If the gods were merciful, her cousin's actions had only been motivated by the war between their families, “We are no longer at war. There is no reason to fear him. He's just a man."

A man who had simply ignored her and had not exchanged a word with her. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe…

She knows is just wishful thinking, but she clings to that idea to calm her mind and she returns to bed, forcing herself to repeat her thoughts like a prayer until she falls asleep.

***

A knock on the door wakes her up the next morning.

Morning, who has climbed onto her bed at some point, growls next to her.

“Come in,” Rhaena says hoarsely as she throws off the covers and stands up.

“Good morning, my lady,” Cyndi greets, “The queen has requested that you join her in the Throne Room.”

“Oh,” she replies, confused. She had hoped that the Dowager Queen would want to have breakfast with her, “Do you know what the reason is?”

"No, my lady, but…" she seems to hesitate, "The order was given to the entire Court"

Rhaena's stomach turns, and the girl bites the inside of her lip nervously.

"Thank you. Help me now, please”

The maid starts working on her hair while Rhaena eats some fruit from a tray Cyndi has brought with her.

"How early is it?"

"It's quite late, my lady," says the maid, "It's been hours since the royal family had breakfast."

Rhaena nods. She must have been a lot more tired than she imagined for her body, used to waking up at dawn, to lose track of the hours.

When the girl finishes fixing her hair, Rhaena goes to the closet and examines the dresses that have been left for her. To her relief, she discovers that none of them are green, but are all shades of red and black with House Targaryen motifs.

“This will do”

Once she's ready she goes over to Morning and pats her, “You stay here. It will be better not to terrify the entire Court”

The dragon snarls, but she makes no attempt to follow as Rhaena heads for the door.

As they proceed through the corridors towards the Throne Room, the young woman is aware of how different the Red Keep looks from the last time she visited it. On that occasion, almost all the decoration motifs had been related to the Faith. Now, different mats, paintings and the Targaryen emblem could be seen.

 “Lady Rhaena Targaryen”

The Kingsguard announces her arrival, and opens the doors to the Throne Room, the huge roomthat had made an enormous impression on Rhaena, especially with the crude sight of the Iron Throne.

The members of the Court seem to make way for her, and Rhaena strides forward to the foot of the throne, where the Dowager Queen stands once more with Aemond Targaryen.

“Lady Rhaena,” greets Alicent Hightower

"My queen"

The woman smiles at her before taking her hand and motioning for her to stand next to her son.

Rhaena swallows, feeling her breath hitch as she moves to stand next to the prince, albeit at a safe distance.

Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine, she repeats to herself as she clasps her hands over her belly. Against her better judgement, her eyes drift to her cousin and her heart skips a beat as she meets Aemond's piercing gaze. For a few seconds they both simply observe each other, her cousin's face a cold mask that she can't read. Even so, she can't break contact, though she doesn't know if out of fear or because an unexpected and rebellious little part inside her drives her not to show weakness in front of him.

"It is my great joy," Alicent begins, managing to release Rhaena from her momentary outburst, "to announce to you the betrothal between my son, Aemond, and the Lady Rhaena Targaryen."

A murmur of voices runs through the room, the many eyes of the noble lords and ladies focusing on the couple. Rhaena tries to keep her calm mask and continues to listen to the queen.

“The wedding will take place two moons from now. And although circumstances do not allow us to celebrate as expected, we will have a tournament in honor of the couple."

Rhaena can swear that Aemond tenses beside her, but this time she doesn't dare look at him, instead focusing her attention on the Court's reactions, who seem buoyed by at the prospect of a tournament.

“May the Gods bless this union,” Alicent finishes. The Court murmurs in approval and the Dowager Queen approaches them. “Well, now it's official,” she says with a smile, “I trust that…”

"If you'll excuse me," Aemond interrupts his mother, "The Council awaits me."

Her cousin, Rhaena thinks as she watches him stride away and without answering the congratulations of the noble lords, always seems impatient to get away from her.

And she can't be more than relieved for it.

“Did you have a good night sleep?”

"Yes, quite a restorative one."

"Good. Come, I want to introduce you to your new lady-in-waiting."

"Will I have a lady-in-waiting?" she asks, amazed.

Ladies-in-waiting were generally reserved for the queen and princesses. She had never had one. Not even in the Vale.

Of course,” Alicent replies as if it were obvious, “You can have as many as you like, but since you don't know anyone yet, I thought I'd select one for you.”

The dowager queen descends from the stairs of the throne and approaches a young woman with light brown hair and a heart-shaped face who is wearing a striking yellow dress decorated with seashells who is clearly waiting for them.

“This is Marianne Westerling,” says Alicent, “your new lady-in-waiting.”

“It is an honor, Princess Rhaena,” she greets, curtsying.

"I am not a princess," Rhaena corrects, causing her to blush and look down, "Call me Rhaena, please."

Marianne Westerling nods and Alicent chimes in, “Lady Westerling will help you adjust to Court. I trust that she will do a good job accompanying you”

"It is an honor, my queen," repeats the young woman

Alicent seems satisfied with her response, "Now I must leave you, other obligations require my attention."

Offering them one last smile she heads towards the double doors.

"I am sorry for the confusion with your title, Lady Rhaena," Marianne hastens to say, still flushed and clearly flustered.

“No, no, please call me Rhaena,” she says with a smile.

“Rhaena,” Marianne says with a smirk, “what do you think of the Court so far?”

"I haven't seen much," she admits, "and I haven't been here in years."

Last time, she thinks, she had been in this very room to defend Lucerys's claim to the throne of Driftmark. That time, her father had beheaded a man and they had all ended up participating in a dinner that had ended in a fight.

“Well, I think you are going to like it,” Marianne comments cheerfully, “Queen Ellyn has taken it upon herself to make Court quite enjoyable for all of us who live here.”

"Enjoyable?"

"Yes, there's always something to do," she replies, "Tea parties, dances, bards, the usual."

Rhaena, for some reason, thinks about her life in Pentos. The city, vibrant, colorful and full of spectacles, had been her home for the first ten years of her life. There, too, the girl had been happy with all those distractions.

"How is the queen?"

Marianne blushes again and Rhaena sees the sadness in her eyes, “I haven't been able to visit her yet. The maesters say that she cannot receive visitors and that she must rest, poor thing. Of course, there have been rumors about her condition, but I try not to listen to them."

Rumors? Rhaena is tempted to ask what those rumors are, but she holds back. Marianne, as friendly and sincere as she appears, has been appointed by Queen Alicent. Nothing assures her that she is not her spy.

"May the Gods give her a speedy recovery"

“That's right,” Marianne nods vehemently, “So, Rhaena, where do you want to start?”

It takes the girl a minute to realize that her new lady-in-waiting is waiting for her instructions on how to proceed, “Well, I wish I could get to know the palace better. I have no idea where each room is located”

“Yeah, sure, so…”

But Marianne doesn't go on because an elderly woman, amazingly holding a pug on her lap, approaches them.

“This will be fun,” Marianne whispers in her ear.

~~~

"So, how is she?"

“Surely, brother, there are more important matters to discuss than my betrothed's appearance,” Aemond replies dismissively.

“Surely,” Aegon agrees, “but such matters don't interest me at the moment. I try to remember our cousin, but I can't,” the king frowns, “I do remember her sister. A total beauty"

Aemond decides not to answer. He has no interest in starting a discussion about the physical appearance of his cousins.

“I think she is quite pretty,” Daeron chimes in, “and she's very nice and polite.”

Aegon chuckles and Aemond restrains himself from rolling his good eye at him, though he snorts in disbelief.

"Clearly our brother does not agree with you"

"I don't see why he would, he hasn't even crossed a word with Rhaena," the younger replies.

"What? None at all?" Aegon looks amused and orders the cupbearer to refill his wineglass, "Why not?"

“I am a busy man,” he answers simply.

Busy running your kingdom, he thinks sourly as he fiddles with his Valyrian steel dagger.

"Still, aren't you curious about your betrothed?" the king continues pressing for answers, even though he knows his younger brother doesn't enjoy the topic of conversation, "I mean… you're going to have to bed her."

Aemond looks at him scornfully. As if Aegon had ever really cared to know any of the women he shared his bed with, "You are well aware that this is a mere political union."

“One that might as well be pleasurable,” he retorts. When Aemond makes a dismissive gesture, the king laughs and adds, “Well, if you're not interested, you can always send her here with me. I will gladly fulfil my duty for you."

“That is a very tasteless comment,” Daeron retorts, “You are a married man.”

"Yes, with a woman I won't be able to touch from now on"

"You should show more respect for Ellyn, she is your queen and wife"

This time it's Aegon's turn to dismiss his words, “You spend too much time in mother's skirts, little brother. Tell me, have you already visited the Street of Silk? If you haven't, I can arrange that…”

"Enough," Aemond cuts him off, "He is just a boy."

“He is nineteen years old, he is no longer a child. He is quite a bit older than you were when I helped you solve your little problem."

Aemond's hand closes dangerously around his dagger, his gaze fixed on his older brother, who seems utterly oblivious to the enormous effort the prince is making to keep from throwing the weapon in his direction.

Luckily for Aegon, his mother enters the royal chambers at that moment, and he rushes to put away his dagger.

“Ah, dear mother, ever so opportune,” Aegon greets, “is it time to sedate me again?”

Alicent seems surprised to find all three of her children in the same room, her eyebrows raised slightly, as she makes her way to her eldest son's bed, tea in hand.

"Drink, Aegon," she commands.

The king doesn't even protest, but rather drains the contents of the cup and makes a face.

"What are you doing here?" she asks looking at her younger children

“We were discussing the matter of the betrothed,” it is Aegon who answers, though his voice begins to slur, the milk of the poppy clearly kicking in, “I was telling my brothers that…”

But he doesn't finish what he is going to say because he is overcome by sleep. Alicent signals for the maester to enter, surely to tend to his brother's wounds, and Aemond seizes the opportunity to leave the room.

"Aemond, wait."

His mother's voice makes him stop.

"Mother"

"Have you talked to her yet?"

Aemond does not have to ask whom she means.

"Why should I?"

"Because she is your betrothed," she replies as if it's obvious, "You can't just ignore her."

That is exactly what Aemond intends to do.

"Why not, mother? You said yourself that I wouldn't have to see her daily, that we could keep our activities separate."

Alicent shifts uncomfortably, fidgeting with her rings, “That's not what I meant. I didn't want to…” the woman sighs, “The Court has welcomed her with open arms, the noble ladies seek her company and…”

Aemond restrains himself from responding as he wishes. Of course, the Court loves her. They're all a bunch of hypocrites throwing daggers at each other's backs. Rhaena does the same with her polite words and her apparent compliance about their marriage, showing them just what they want to see.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"It does not reflect well on your character that you do not show any consideration for her"

Oh yeah. Again, the mention of his character, of his damaged reputation.

“The entire court knows it's an arranged marriage,” he replies, “why should I pretend otherwise?”

"Courting her for bit wouldn't hurt," she replies, “She is a naive young woman and she is alone in the castle. The fortress can be quite a lonely place despite the many courtiers within it."

Aemond opens his mouth to reply, but catches himself when he takes in Alicent's expression, her brown eyes seeming to glisten with unshed tears and not looking at him, but lost in her memories. The prince wonders if perhaps his mother is projecting her own experience onto the figure of his wife-to-be.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, defeated, when his mother finally looks up at him and places her hand on his chest.

“For you to try,” Aemond nods and Alicent takes his hand, squeezing it, “And Aemond? Do not disappoint me again"

***

His mother's words echo in his mind as he leaves his brother's room and walks without knowing exactly where.

Although he has promised to try, it is not in his nature to recite poems or offer flowers, so all he can think of is to talk to her. That will have to suffice. After all, it's what his mother has insisted for days that he do.

"Where is Lady Rhaena?" he asks a maid, who seems utterly terrified when Aemond stops her in the hallway.

"In the garden, my prince"

Aemond balls his hands into fists. Of course she is in the garden.

The young man walks towards it with a determined step, and paces through the corridors full of trees and bushes in which several noblemen walk. The prince ignores them all and is about to just give up when he finds her.

Rhaena Targaryen is sitting on the edge of a fountain adorned with the statue of the good Queen Alyssane, sheltered from the sun by numerous trees and, as always, in the company of her dragon.

The scene fills Aemond with sudden annoyance, his good eye once again observing the ease with which the creature coils around her neck. Rhaena lifts her hand to her muzzle and offers her an apple, giggling in amusement as the animal snarls.

Pathetic.

“You treat her like a pet,” he says disapprovingly once the distance between them is closed.

Rhaena tenses immediately upon noticing his sudden presence, and Aemond finds it even comical how she immediately stands up and takes a couple of steps back.

"I beg your pardon?"

“I said you treat her like a pet,” he clucks, annoyed at having to repeat himself.

"I am quite aware that a dragon is not a pet, cousin."

 "My prince"

“What?"

"You will refer to me as my prince, prince Aemond or my Lord"

Rhaena seems to take his words as a blow because a faint blush stains her cheeks and Aemond is aware of the angry glint in her eyes. Her dragon, who seems to notice her rider's discomfort, snarls in his direction. Aemond looks at the creature dismissively and chuckles.

"As you wish, my prince"

Her hostile tone of voice, so different from the one he has heard her use so far with his relatives, briefly surprises him and causes him even more dislike.

“You should leave her with Tessarion's caretakers. Keeping her by your side will only make her grow disobedient and not developing her abilities to the fullest."

“And I guess you offer your advice based on what? Your experience with the egg you had that never hatched? With raising a dragon since birth?”

Her answer hits him like a bucket of cold water. Her allusion to his incapacity for not having had a dragon linked to him from the cradle causes anger to flow inside him. Her smirk as she strokes her poor excuse for a dragon drives him crazy.

“I knew you were a fake,” he hisses, moving closer and glaring at her, “I knew all that kindness was just a well-trained mask.”

"Or maybe," she says, holding his gaze defiantly, "I am only kind to those who deserve it."

"And your betrothed is not worthy of your kindness?"

"No, not of my kindness"

"Of what then?" he asks, taking another step towards her, coming dangerously close to Rhaena and feeling her dragon's breath on his shoulder.

"My rage," she replies calmly, almost unruffled, though Aemond notes the rapidity in which her chest rises and falls from her labored breathing, "My revenge, even."

"Rhaena, I couldn't find the…"

A female voice interrupts them, breaking the tension between them and causing Rhaena to step back as a brown-haired young woman Aemond thinks he recognizes from Court makes her appearance.

“Oh, I…I'm sorry, my prince,” she says with a quick curtsy, “I didn't know you were here.”

“It is okay, Marianne,” Rhaena soothes her, “we should go, Lady Redwyne is waiting for us.”

Rhaena doesn't wait for the girl to respond, instead she grabs her arm and drags her in the opposite direction.

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Next chapter probably on Thursday.

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