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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago
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Emotional Hurt/Comfort Masterlist
Links Last Checked: January 16th, 2024
antisocialites watch a wilting flower (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)
Summary: Phil's an emotionally attached and loving vet and Dan's the drained receptionist with no dreams at the animal shelter who reconnect over the poor, hurt puppy dropped off. Dan's boyfriend is their boss.
Closer To Where I Started (ao3) - dizzy
Summary: An onstage accident at a convention leads to a week of stress, nightmares, and evaluating life choices for Dan and Phil.
Daddy Phil (ao3) - ReederJoe
Summary: A day in the life of little!Dan and daddy!Phil. One-shot from Phil's POV.
Grounded (ao3) - AmazingFrerard
Summary: Dan only wanted Maltesers... how did it go so wrong in such little time? Can Phil help him before it's too late?
Heaven And Hell (Phan Fluff) (ao3) - thegirlwholikestowrite
Summary: Dan has a nightmare, Phil sleeps with him. Its light angst with fluff. They get deep and romantic.
Handle With Care (ao3) - DisasterSoundtrack
Summary: "Sticking to one person for a lifetime is not a waste of time or lack of better ones, it means you’ve found your place of eternity."
Phil reminisces about moments that made him realize how much he cares for Dan.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways (ao3) - outphan
Summary: Dan is feeling insecure, so Phil decides to show him that he is perfect.
Let The Salt Dry (ao3) - dandrogynous
Summary: “When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.”
- Aleksandar Hemon
2009 except Dan is a trans boy
Like A Shibe (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)
Summary: After TATINOF, Phil's feeling insecure about how fans think of him compared to how they think of Dan. Why didn't he ever get to be drawn like a French girl in the stage show? Dan's always the sexy one. Dan tries to reassure him.
My Shipwrecked Heart (ao3) - outphan
Summary: After his heart gets broken, Dan Howell decides to chase one of his dreams: he enters a competition to go on a Mediterranean cruise! It comes true and along the way, something even better happens.
restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder
Summary: Breathe. Just breathe.
In. Out. In. Out. In.
It’s not that I don’t try. I see my family, my friends, visiting with their faked smiles and forced laughter, desperately trying to pretend that things are fine, that nothing’s changed. I see them and I want to reach out, I want to look at them and smile and reassure them that I’m here and I’m fine and I’m here, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
Or, the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.
Rise Again (ao3) - ColdPorridge22
Summary: Sequel to Phoenix Down. Can be read as a standalone, if you're not into the angst fest that was Phoenix Down.
After the events of Phoenix Down, the boys are home and they've just gotten together. Phil is still healing from his injuries, but that's not stopping the relationship from getting more and more physical as they explore this new side of them. And then of course, there's the issue of coming out...
Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely (ao3) - SimplyUndead
Summary: Dan is mute with an unfortunate past. Phil is a nice boy with a warm heart and love to give.
Six Ravens (ao3) - iihappydaysii
Summary: Dan meets Prince Philip at a cyberbullying campaign, but what starts as a working relationship grows complicated when Dan realizes he’s falling for the prince and maybe, just maybe, he’s not alone in his feelings.
the water might be lovely (ao3) - isleofbants
Summary: Dan, utterly fed up with uni, runs away to the Isle of Man.
Seeking escape, he gets more than he bargained for when he rents a room out from happy-go-lucky, recent grad, Phil Lester.
Trust Me, I’m Broken Too (ao3) - natigail
Summary: The Lesters – the royal family of his homeland – was nothing like Dan thought they would be. Well, the King was just as horrible as he had heard but the King’s brother’s son, who was third in line for the throne, was nothing like Dan thought he’d be. Dan had been adrift for three years going from one “place of employment” to another, only his life was seen as worthless and he was more property than an employee. He had never imagined he’s end up as the property of Prince Philip.
The Prince had no intention of ever taking on a personal servant, which was a fancy name to disguise the fact a law essentially enslaved people. Phil often had to do things he didn’t want to or risk being removed from the succession to the crown. If that happened, who knew who his tyrant of an uncle would pick as a successor? When pressured into the choosing, he’d wanted to go for the most innocent, young girl, but hard brown eyes caught his attention instead.
Vacations, Hypochondriacs and a Little Bit of PTSD (ao3) - Merrydith
Summary: Neither Dan or Phil saw this weekend as one to worry about. Dan was a great driver, even though he never really got a chance to show it, and when he asked their good friend Cat to borrow her car for a few days after Vidcon, of course, she trusted him with the keys.
wikihow to stop a divorce (ao3) - ivorycastle
Summary: Dan has finally shown that he's too difficult to love, and seldom to keep Phil inspired amidst the cold break that legally split the two flames apart. This house lease binds the two obnoxiously tight to each other like wild grapevines. Maybe this will grow over if the universe allows it to.
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siffroncrocus · 3 months ago
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hermitshipping / trafficshipping
(info under the cut)
ddvau
au made by @xmaruu11 @kitsuneisi
heart forecast/kokoroyohou by eve
editing by me :3c
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startears0153 · 1 year ago
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☾ Seeing you cry in your sleep
How they react to finding you crying silently in your sleep.
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☾ Characters: Argenti, Blade, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio
☾ Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, GN Reader, StellaronHunter!Reader in Blade's, Ratio (affectionately) calling you fool in his part
Might write a 2nd part with Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt and Luocha (and maybe Sampo) in the future :)
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Argenti
Upon entering your shared cottage, Argenti finds you sleeping on the chair by the window. They must’ve fallen asleep while admiring the scenery of the falling snow outside, Argenti thought with a fond smile. 
For a moment, Argenti found himself unable to move, for his emerald colored eyes were transfixed upon the serene beauty of the scene before him. The falling snow, the white winter wonderland serving as the perfect backdrop to accentuate the beauty of your resting figure.
Still, he realized it probably wouldn’t do well if you were to fall sick from the cold. So, he quietly made his way through the room and draped a blanket over your figure. 
That was when he noticed the presence of tears on the corners of your eyes. 
For a while, Argenti thought his eyes were deceiving him. It wasn’t until he saw a lone tear fall from your eye that he was finally hit by the fact that you were, indeed, crying in your sleep. 
His heart ached upon the sight and he instinctively reached to cup your cheek; his thumb gently caressing the corner of your eye, wiping away the stream of tears that began to fall like tender snow. 
After some deliberation on how to proceed, Argenti would kneel before your sleeping figure before carefully stirring you awake with a gentle squeeze to your hand and softly calling out your name. 
“Good morning my dear,” He would greet you with a tender smile, though you could easily sense the twinge of sadness and melancholia lingering in his voice. “I apologize if this may sound unpleasant to you but … you were crying in your sleep. Is … Is everything alright?” 
He would fret over you, but he would try to keep it to a minimum lest he were to accidentally do more harm than good. He was obviously worried about what ailed you, but again, what mattered most to him was your comfort. 
Regardless of whether you choose to speak of the reason for your tears, Argenti would remain by your side, kneeling before you as he held your hand in his. 
If he could, he would do anything in his power to vanquish the reason behind your tears. He never wants you to shed tears, neither in sleep or wake, ever again.
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Blade
It was almost time for the opening act of Elio’s Script. Blade comes to searches for you in the meeting spot, and finds you asleep above one of the many wooden crates of the abandoned factory. 
How carefree, Blade thought with a scoff. Even so, Blade’s heart blossoms with warmth, that very same warmth that is born from his affection and adoration for you and all your silly antics. 
If he could, he would let you rest for longer and perhaps even join you in your restful slumber, resting your head on his shoulder. But alas, the Script takes priority and it was almost time to begin. 
So he reaches to shake your shoulder … but then froze upon the sight of tears falling from your eyes. 
Blade has never been one for tears. In a different life, perhaps, he would have been. But tears have no meaning for Blade. Crying does not provide one with salvation, no matter how much one cries, what was lost could never return. 
And yet, the sight of your tears shook him to his core. 
Blade didn’t know what to do. What could he do anyway? Reach for your face and wipe away your tears with his thumb? Lean towards you and kiss the corners of your eyes, all in hopes for your tears to stop cascading from your eyes? How ridiculous. As though that would solve any of your problems. 
So, he does what he is supposed to. Grab your shoulder and gently shake you awake. 
“Wake up. It’s almost time to begin.” He says brusquely, already turning around for his back to face you. “Wipe your tears. Don’t let the enemy see even a single hint of weakness.” 
You would be shocked upon realizing you were crying in your sleep and hurriedly wiped away the remains of your tears. Not soon after, you join him by the ledge of the building, watching over the city with puffy eyes. Blade would steal a glance at you and then he would say, 
“Do not be hasty. I am with you.”
You didn’t need to try hard to know that he wasn’t just talking about the battle ahead.
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Dan Heng
The hour was late when Den Heng jolted awake from his sleep. He dreamt of a vague memory of his past incarnation and saw a nightmare where his friends were swept away by the waves; of you disappearing in the dark sea of clouds. 
Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Dan Heng takes a moment to recompose himself before shifting to rest on his side, thus meeting the familiar sight of your back. They’re here, Dan Heng thought to himself, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. It’s all just a dream. 
Not wanting to wake you, Dan Heng simply stares at your back. The steadiness of your breathing, a reminder that you are alive. Gingerly, Dan Heng reaches to subtly trace soothing lines on your back. Truth be told, it was probably more soothing for him than you. 
Then suddenly, there was a slight change in the pattern of your breathing. More feeble and erratic. Concerned that he might have woken you up, Dan Heng pushed himself up to check on your condition … 
… Only to find you crying in your sleep. 
Upon the sight of your tears, falling so steadily onto the fabric of your already damp pillow, Dan Heng’s breath hitches. He shakes your shoulders, calling your name again and again until your eyes open and meet his pairs of jaded blue. 
“You’re crying.” He said bluntly, his brows furrowed as a tell-tale sign of his bleeding concern for you. “What? No, I’m fine. Yes, I woke up because of a nightmare but I’m more concerned for you.” 
The two of you would both end up sitting on the bed, both fretting over each other’s condition. You asked Dan Heng about his nightmare and he would reply that it was the usual. He asked you about your tears, and you replied you didn’t even know you were crying until Dan Heng pointed it out. 
In the end, the both of you would end up embracing each other tightly, providing both comfort and strength to one another. You both wind up laying on the bed in each other’s arms. 
Dan Heng would stay awake for a while after you’ve fallen asleep, gazing at your resting figure in hopes that he would never have to see you cry in your sleep once more.  
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Dr. Ratio
After a long day full of shameful displays of stupidity from the people around him, Dr. Veritas Ratio was done for the day and is free to visit his beloved. I cannot wait to see them, Ratio thought as he made large strides towards your office. It has been far too long since I’ve had an intellectually stimulating conversation!
He thinks of all the topics he could talk with you, ranging from the most mundane things such as how each other’s days went and the more complex like the discourse regarding a recent hot theory. 
Imagine his disappointment when he enters your office and finds you dead asleep on your desk. 
Frowning, Ratio rationalizes that you were probably just as exhausted as he was and that there were plenty of chances for conversation when the two of you have rested up. Still. He was disappointed. 
He walked towards your desk and took a moment to observe your resting figure. You were sleeping above your paper reports. Now that’s a lark. But then, he noticed something else. 
Your papers were soaked, all from the tears that were still cascading from your eyes. 
Upon the sight of your tears, Ratio’s heart seemingly ceased to beat. There was shock, confusion, concern and all these strong emotions that meld with one another. In a rare moment of panic, Ratio shook you awake, forcing you away from your stained papers. 
“You fool, just what do you think you’re doing?!” He shouts, worry bleeding through his tone. “Don’t ‘What the hell, Veritas’ me! You’re the one crying on your reports and making them unreadable!” 
You would be confused until you realize that you were crying in your sleep. You touched the lingering wetness on your cheeks and laughed feebly. It was probably the pent up stress, you offered weakly, annoying Ratio once more. 
You expect a lecture, but unexpectedly, Ratio places hand behind your head, brings you to rest against his broad shoulder. 
“You are a fool for ruining those reports. If you must cry … cry on my shoulder instead.” 
It was a silly attempt at cheering you up, but you appreciated it all the same. 
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Hehe this was a super fun prompt to write! Might write a second part with Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt and Luocha when I feel the inspiration hitting me 👀
Also still semi-working on banners ... sigh, lets hope I find a good theme soon enough.
Thank you for reading 💖
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festivesoggy · 7 months ago
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angel and a nun :3
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aventurineswife · 22 days ago
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Aventurine, Sunday, Sampo, Dan Heng being sick and reader taking care of them?
In Sickness and in Care
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Can be read Romantically or Platonically, Emotional Healing, Soft Moment, Fluff, Caretaking, Comfort, Sickfic.
Warnings: Emotional Vulnerability, Illness/Sick, Possible Spoilers (?)
[Part 2]
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Aventurine rarely allowed weakness to show, but tonight was different. His usually vibrant eyes were dimmed, his hair damp with sweat as he slumped in the couch. The peacock-feather earring swayed as he groaned softly, gripping his forehead.
"Darling, there’s no need to fuss," he said with a weak smile as you pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. "I’ve faced worse odds."
"You're burning up, Aven," you said firmly, pulling his hand away as he tried to wave off your care. "And stop calling this a ‘bet with fate.’ You need rest."
Aventurine chuckled lightly, the sound raspy. "You know me too well. But I must say, having you as my nurse might make this wager worth losing."
You rolled your eyes but smiled, placing a bowl of soup on the table beside him. As you tucked him into bed with surprising gentleness, he gazed up at you, the faintest trace of vulnerability in his eyes.
"Thank you..." he murmured, his voice soft and uncharacteristically genuine.
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Sunday was the picture of poise, even as he lay weakened on the couch. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were dulled by exhaustion. His hair clung to his forehead as he turned to you with a faint smile.
"I apologize for troubling you," he said, his tone as dignified as ever despite his flushed cheeks.
"Troubling me? Sunday, you’ve taken care of an entire family for years," you said, adjusting his scarf. "The least I can do is take care of you."
He sighed, leaning back as you placed a hand against his forehead. The fever was high, but his gaze softened as you worked.
"Your kindness reminds me why I started all of this," he said quietly. "Though I still think my dream is the best way to spare humanity from suffering..."
You pressed a glass of water into his hand, interrupting his monologue. "Save the philosophy for when you’re better, dreamer. Right now, just let me take care of you."
For once, Sunday didn’t argue.
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Sampo was a terrible patient.
"I’m fine! Really, I’ve dealt with worse—ow, okay, maybe not!" he yelped as you pressed a hand to his forehead.
"You're burning up, Sampo. Sit down and let me help you, or I swear I’ll tie you to this chair."
He blinked, his eyes wide. "You’d tie me up? Kinda bold, don’t you think?"
"Sampo."
"Right, right. Sick. Staying still. Got it." He grinned sheepishly, allowing you to press a cold compress to his forehead.
As you worked, his usual sly charm dimmed, replaced by an unusual sincerity.
"You’re... really good at this." he said quietly.
"Taking care of you?" you teased, tucking him into the blanket he kept trying to escape.
"No, just... being there for someone like me," he admitted, his voice softer than usual. "Thanks for not giving up on me."
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Dan Heng lay silently in his bunk(?) aboard the Astral Express, his breathing shallow and uneven. His usually stoic demeanor was cracked by the fever that flushed his cheeks.
"You didn’t have to stay..." he murmured as you carefully wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Of course I did," you said firmly. "You’re always looking out for everyone else. Let someone take care of you for once."
He was quiet for a moment, his eyes fluttering open.
"I’m not used to this," he admitted. "Being cared for."
"Then consider this practice," you said with a soft smile, adjusting the blanket over him.
He studied you, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his lips. "You’re... kind. I’ll try to rest, if it will make you worry less."
"Good," you said, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "I’ll be here if you need anything."
As his breathing evened out, you stayed by his side, watching over him as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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r3nblade · 3 months ago
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stupid
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citricacidprince · 3 months ago
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okok your version of relativity falls is perfect and mends every issue i had with the au, and I was thinking about the portal scene. imagine mabel and dipper staring at each other after dipper steps through the portal, and to ease the awkwardness, mabel kinda lifts her arms and goes "awkward sibling hug?" And instead dipper positively tackles her to the ground in a hug.
is this anything. im a sucker for those two loving their sibling so much
I know I literally just drew a different request of Mabel and Dipper reuniting with a big hug but I can’t help myself!!! I love these two too much!!! 💥💥💥
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0nlyhere4phil · 22 days ago
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i love when his northern accent just pops out
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theellipelli · 1 year ago
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Worst encounter of my LIFE
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bluerosefox · 6 months ago
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"Daddy! Mommy's is having Ellie!"
Everyone in the Batfam knows Jason keeps secrets.
Secrets he'd take to his grave a second time if he had to.
But to think one of those secrets would be about the fact he had a secret family.
And the only reason the Batfam found out was because apparently their secret (grand)daughter/sister-in-law Jazz/Jasmine was in labor and their (great)grandson/nephews Danny (Daniel) and Dan (Dante) called him while on a Red Hood job with the rest of the Batfam to panicky tell him their baby sister Ellie was on the way early.
Red Hood books it away from the fam to his bike while asking to put Kori or Roy on the phone.
Oh boy.
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an-internet-introvert · 2 months ago
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Countdown to October 19th (14/19)
The Phouse
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piastri · 3 months ago
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taking it all in for the last time 💙
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phlondsbian · 16 days ago
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theyre literally obsessed with us but wont even ask us for posts when they make these. why are they parasocial about tumblr phannies
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ryanthel0ser · 19 days ago
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Welt: so is anyone going to take in this kid who's running away from home with barely any time to say goodbye? Going once....going twice...yeah I already decided to before I asked
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amid-fandoms · 5 months ago
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princess babygirl in three different fonts . *. ⋆
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aventurineswife · 3 days ago
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Following up from the post when the characters were sick, what if the reader got sick as well and now they're both sick?
When Weakness Brings Us Closer
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Caring for Each Other, Mutual Vulnerability, Slight Whump, Domestic Moments.
Warnings: Depictions of Illness, Mentions of Overworking or Stress as a Trigger for Illness, Emotional Vulnerability, Possible Light Angst (emotional moments, feelings of guilt, or unspoken tension).
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The opulent room, filled with Aventurine’s usual flair for the dramatic—velvet curtains, golden ornaments, and dimmed lights—felt oddly claustrophobic. Both of you were confined to the lavish couch, a pile of tissues growing steadily on the ornate coffee table.
“You’re an amateur at this, you know,” Aventurine teased, his voice hoarse but laced with his usual wit. Despite his own flushed cheeks and drooping posture, he gestured grandly, a half-empty cup of tea in one hand. “This is why I warned you about staying too close to me when I was under the weather.”
“You were the one who wouldn’t stop bragging about your ‘impenetrable immunity,’” you shot back, sniffling.
He laughed, though it turned into a hacking cough. Aventurine’s usual flamboyance was muted by the cold, but his sharp eyes still held a spark of mischief.
“Well,” he rasped, leaning back dramatically, “if we’re both doomed to misery, we may as well make the most of it. Cards, perhaps? Or do you prefer a rousing debate about my unparalleled brilliance?”
You rolled your eyes but found yourself smiling despite your exhaustion. In this vulnerable moment, Aventurine’s charm wasn’t just an act—it was his way of making you forget the heaviness of your shared misery.
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The room was unnaturally quiet, save for the occasional sound of Sunday stirring a cup of herbal tea. Both of you sat in the dimly lit chamber, his halo casting a soft glow.
“Rest,” Sunday murmured, his voice gentle but insistent as he handed you the tea. His usually immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled—his scarf hung loose, and his golden eyes seemed dimmer. Yet, even in sickness, he radiated calm.
You sipped the tea, grateful for its warmth, though your own fever made it hard to feel much else. “You’re one to talk,” you replied weakly, gesturing at his pale complexion. “You should be resting too.”
“I will,” he assured, though his actions betrayed him as he began fluffing your pillows. “Your health is more important.”
The care in his actions made your heart ache in a way no illness could. Despite his own state, Sunday couldn’t seem to stop prioritizing you.
“You’re stubborn,” you said, lying back against the pillows with a small smile.
“And you’re in no position to argue,” he countered, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles before he settled into the chair beside you. “Let’s both rest now.”
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The room was a mess—half-empty cups, discarded tissues, and an overturned bottle of cough syrup bore witness to Sampo’s less-than-stellar sickbed manner.
“See? Told you we’d be in this together,” Sampo said with a grin, his voice raspy but still filled with his signature charm. He leaned against the headboard of the bed you now shared, a blanket draped haphazardly over his lap.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” you muttered, glaring at him from your cocoon of blankets.
“Oh, come on,” he said, reaching over to nudge you lightly. “It’s not so bad. At least now you have me to keep you entertained.”
“Entertained? You’ve done nothing but complain about the soup I made!”
He chuckled, though it quickly turned into a coughing fit. “Hey, I’m just saying, next time we’re sick, I’ll make the soup. I’ve got this great recipe—secret family tradition, you know.”
You groaned, but a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. Sampo, even at his most annoying, had a way of making the worst situations bearable.
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The Astral Express was unusually still, the usual hum of activity replaced by the sound of sneezes and groans. Dan Heng sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, his spear leaning against the wall for easy access even in his weakened state.
“You should be lying down,” you said, your voice scratchy as you shifted under the covers.
Dan Heng shook his head, his quiet determination as unyielding as ever. “You need the bed more than I do,” he replied, though his pale complexion and tired eyes betrayed his stubbornness.
“Dan Heng,” you said softly, “you’re not going to be much help to anyone if you don’t rest.”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours. With a reluctant sigh, he leaned back against the wall, finally allowing himself a moment of reprieve.
“I just don’t like being… useless,” he admitted quietly, his stoicism cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of vulnerability.
“You’re not useless,” you assured him, reaching out to brush his hand lightly. “You’re here. That’s enough.”
Dan Heng’s lips curved into a faint smile, and for the first time since the sickness had struck, the weight between you both felt a little lighter.
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