how about "Person A taking care of a sick Person B" for solus and valeria, but you pick who is who
[Prompt list here! Thanks for the ask, I love my little royal couple. <3 I'm so sorry it took so long, I knew exactly how I wanted it to go but I couldn't seem to find the words for it. It also ended up longer than I expected so I added a keep reading break.]
"Really, Solus, I don't need to be babied over a sour stomach."
"And I disagree, as your husband I should make sure you're taken care of."
"Ah yes, except outside of being my husband you're also responsible for an entire country."
"I'm also responsible for you. Now stop arguing with me."
Valeria pouted, folding her arms over her (admittedly quite comfortable) duvet as her husband placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. His smirk didn't quite hide the worry in his gaze, though.
They had been having a nice luncheon with some important families when it had happened. Valeria had mostly been quiet as the conversation had turned to military matters, only for her stomach to suddenly rebel against her, and she only barely managed to excuse herself without embarrassing herself.
After she'd cleaned her face and set herself as right as possible, she returned to the group, but knew when she met Solus' gaze that he could clearly see her pallor and how her hands trembled so slightly.
He promptly dismissed his guests and canceled any further meetings for the day, a cacophony of protests coming from his officers. He turned on them with a waspish glare, and the protests became a chorus of 'yes Your Radiance's as he escorted Valeria away, despite her protests.
"Valer-my lady!" her lady-in-waiting and longtime friend, Noelle, burst in, correcting her too-casual greeting upon seeing Solus was there, clinging to a small tin in one hand and pushing up her spectacles with the other. "I came as soon as I heard you were ill!" Valeria's dearest husband continued an intimidating vigil next to her, so she reached out and gently pushed him aside to wave Noelle closer.
"I brought you a blend of herbal tea to help settle your stomach," she cast a nervous glance at Solus before pressing the tin into Valeria's hand. "I'm sure the medicus will have something stronger but I thought it'd help in the meantime."
"Ugh, I do not need a medicus," she grumbled. "Thanks for the tea though. I'm sure it's all I need." Valeria started to get up, only for her resident mother hen of an emperor to pluck the tin out of her hands and tuck her back in.
"I'll take care of that for you," he insisted, and she flopped back with a long suffering sigh. She heard what sounded like a suppressed laugh. Noelle quickly excused herself before scuttling away, and Solus went to the sitting room to presumably make the tea. Valeria glared at the ceiling.
She'd cared for herself perfectly adequately before she became royalty, they didn't need to fuss so much over her. It rankled against her pride to be cared for. She knew it was coming from a good place, but she couldn't help feeling that not taking care of herself was a personal failing. She picked at a loose thread on her dressing gown, only for a few moments later for her to scramble out of bed to once more empty her stomach in their adjacent washroom. She returned to a warm cup of tea on her side table, a Solus with crossed arms and an expression that screamed 'I told you so', and a medicus she wasn't familiar with.
"Really, I don't need-"
"Even if you don't," Solus took her clammy hands in his, pressing his forehead to hers. "Please just humor me?" Her shoulders slumped.
"Oh, fine," Valeria relented, letting him lead her back to bed and settling her in, taking a seat next to her as the medicus pulled over a stool and opened his case of instruments. "But you'll be feeling very foolish when it turns out I just ate something that disagreed with me."
The medicus worked quickly and efficiently and Valeria did her best to pay attention to anything else. She'd not been taken to a proper medicus since before her father died, as her step mother didn't see it as worth the trouble or cost for someone else's child, and she was discovering that watching what he was doing just made her anxiety over it worse. When she felt something sharp on her arm, she flinched away, curling it protectively against her chest.
"What are you doing?" she demanded defensively, eyeing the long needle attached to a syringe in the medicus' hand. He gave what she was sure was meant to be a reassuring smile, but it made her want to flee the room.
"I just need to take a little blood, my lady," he calmly explained. "We want to make sure you haven't been poisoned and, if so, to know what it is so an antidote may be administered. It'll take but a moment." Valeria glanced uneasily to her husband, who took her free hand in his.
"You know I wouldn't let anyone hurt you," he promised, and after a long moment she relinquished her arm back to the medicus. True to his word, after a quick pinch and a few moments to draw the blood it was done, a small bandage fastened around the site. He assured them he'd be back soon with results and excused himself from the room. Valeria finished her tea and, stomach feeling a bit more at ease, settled back against her pillows to wait. Solus removed his boots and settled in next to her, pulling her into his chest and despite her frustration with all this fuss over her, it was nice to pull her husband away from his duties for cuddles. Maybe she should do it more.
Evening was falling when the medicus returned. Solus didn't leave her side, simply calling 'enter' when the man knocked, and he let himself in, devoid of his pack of instruments but looking in quite a good mood.
"Well, my lady, Your Radiance, I have good news and better news," he smiled at them, and the two waited for him to continue. "The good news is the Empress hasn't been poisoned, nor is she sick. The better news requires congratulations. The Empress is carrying the first heir of Garlemald!"
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Aquamarine: How insightful are they?
Kupa can be quite insightful and perceptive, unless she's worked up into a state of excitement!
Given that she's engaging with a lot people and places for the first time, she is quite perceptive and takes great care to study her surroundings and people's behaviour. The last thing she wants is to upset anyone unintentionally, so she takes great care in acting and talking appropriately.
That said, her initial naivete did lead to a few situations where she spoke before thinking, and either upset someone or was rude. It was a similar fashion to the way children talk, just saying whatever comes to mind with little to no filter.
She is quick to notice the likes and dislikes of those around her, and empathetic enough to pick up on what they're feeling on a surface level. As she's settled in to life in her new form, Kupa often tries to use this empathy to support them; making and bringing tea to Ohka when she's showing signs of stress, or making other members of the Nomad Moogles feel appreciated and seen by listening to their stories or bringing them a fresh batch of sugar cookies.
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loser!könig finally breaks, he can’t handle it anymore. He needs you, he needs touch, he needs someone to help him relieve the ache in his frustrated, swollen cock.
loser!könig is on his knees, clinging to your leg with his cheek smushed to your thigh, mumbling unintelligible pleas into your skin.
loser!könig lets out a sob when your delicate hand slides into his hair, trailing your fingers over his scalp. Using that gentle, sweet voice to ask him what’s going on, what’s wrong, what happened.
loser!könig who looks up at you with glassy eyes and a trembling bottom lip, his desperate hold on you tightening when he catches your turned brows and features stitched in worry.
loser!könig whines and mutters nonsense as he presses his face back into your warm, cozy thigh, planting sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin. The stubble on his jaw sands against you while he paints you in his slobber and broken pleads.
loser!könig can’t control himself anymore, he needs release, grinding his painful erection against your shoe, his strong arms holding you steady even though you’re frozen in place. Your fingers are still laced with locks of his hair, but your soft scratches have ceased while he ruts his hips into you.
loser!könig lasts only seconds, needy whimpers and pathetic moans silenced when his muscles twitch around you, staining the inside of his underwear with his generous, pent-up finish.
loser!könig and you are both still and silent, the only sound that cuts through the heavy air is his exhausted, heaved breaths.
loser!könig lets out a sniveling whine, his eyes pinching shut, hiding his burning face in your thigh when you resume your gentle, soothing scratches through his hair.
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loser!könig <3
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