#bc he had an affair with an enchanter at one of the circles

[ghost-bard]

Isak Trevelyan: I’m probably nonbinary but i have a world to save so idrc about that rn 💀

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hello and happy holidays! i hope you’re doing well. i was wondering if i may please request a fluff piece for shinsou with a chronically ill gf 🥺👉👈? like who stays home bc she feels sick a lot, likes stuffed animals, enjoys cuddling with him, etc. thank you so much have a great day ♥️

Happy (late) holidays to you too! Thank you for this soft request! We adore soft Shinsou around here, it's pretty short but I tried to make it as sweet as possible.

•Stay In With Me•

Summary: Cuddles and caregiving with our fav purple boy. This is cheesey, I'm a cheeseball, y'all know this.

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x FemReader

Warnings: Chronic illness, caretaker Hitoshi, a dash of Daddy Kink, oops :-)

A/N: As somebody who gets sick a lot, this scratched a big ol' brain itch.

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The thing you hate most is the pressure in your head, maybe the aches in your body, maybe the unease in your stomach. Actually, all of it. You hate all of it the most.

You hate being rendered incapable of functioning, working, and just being a human. It sucks, it makes you feel useless, it makes you feel too dependent.

The only thing that seems to ease the ache, are Hitoshi's hands as the rub soothing circles into your back. His soft lips against your forehead and his gentle whispers of comfort. You had told him late last night that you were feeling bad again, assuring him that he didn't need to come over, something he always ignored.

He had stopped by the store on his way over, gathering a few if your go-to comfort items. Your favorite candy, your favorite salty snack, a heating pad and some meds. He also snagged a stuffed, purple kitten. He liked that it matched his hair, and hoped it might make you smile.

You groan into his chest as your body throbs, eyes drilled shut as you cling to his warmth. Waking up when you're sick like this is always a painful process, a dreadful affair that occasionally ends in tears.

Hitoshi's arms slide around you, pulling you in as you scoot closer.

"Is it still bad?" He asks knowingly, keeping his voice quiet, keeping his hands soft.

You offer a pitiful "mhm", still not opening your eyes.

"Can I make you some tea?" He tries, fingertips trailing down your spine.

You shake your head and pull at his shirt, desperate to keep him close.

"Will you come with me to make some tea?"

You wait for a moment, considering the horrid idea of leaving the bed, but adoring the thought of staying with Hitoshi.

You nod gently against him, this earns you a kiss on the head and gentle chuckle from him as he carefully rolls onto his back. He pulls you on top of him, moving thoughtfully, mindful of your aches and pains.

You crack your eyes open to see him looking up at you with nothing but adoration in his lovely eyes.

"Mornin' kitten." He smiles then, one hand coming up to brush some hair off your forehead.

"Mornin'." Your voice is scratchy and weak, head pounding with the effort it takes to speak.

Regardless of the discomfort, you smile. Enchanted by Hitoshi's morning beauty. His skin is dewy, kissed with a blush, puffy eyes and messy hair. He's beautiful, so damn beautiful.

"Come on then, let's get that tea." He sits up carefully, keeping you in his lap.

You bury your face into his neck and wrap your limbs around his torso, allowing him to lift you as he stands. You cling to him as he hauls you off to the kitchen, all painted in fuzzy morning light.

You whine when he sets you on the counter, grabbing at him when he tries to pull away.

He laughs against your head at your neediness.

"Can't make tea when you've got me locked in, baby." His hands run down your sides, thumbs rubbing at your waist.

"Then don't make tea." You say simply.

"You need tea." He argued, voice slightly firmer than before.

"I need you."

This earns a slow sigh from him, chest swelling and releasing against you.

"Let me make you some tea, and then we can get right back in bed." He barters, the offer is definitely attractive.

"Fine." You huff, regretfully releasing him.

"Good girl." He praises, he pinches your cheek and kisses your nose before setting to work.

The honorific makes your heart swell. Fondness drowns your aches, comfort soothes the painful muscles. He offers you some medicine while he makes your tea, thanking you and praising you while you take them without argument.

Eventually, you're back in bed, curled against him whole you clutch the lemon lavender tea he made for you. You already feel yourself slipping into a more normal state of being. The illness seeping out of your body as Hitoshi tends to you.

"Thank you, Daddy." You say, leaning up to kiss his neck.

He shivers a little at the unexpected use of his favorite name, hands gripping you a little tighter.

"Of course, gorgeous, gotta take care of my kitten." He kisses your forehead.

The day is spent wrapped around each other, Hitoshi keeps you on a regular schedule of meds, helps you through a shower and puts on your favorite movie. His voice is guiding, his hands are gentle, and his love is persistent. As usual, he makes you feel utterly and completely taken care of.