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strayflowersstarsandlove · 1 year ago

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Soup (leeminho)

So maybe going for a night run in the middle of a particularly cold december right after an exhausting day at work wasn't the best decision. Also going to sleep with your full head of wet post shower hair wasn't one of your smartest ideas either. But you were just too tired and too unbothered to blow dry it. Problem is you're now waking up feeling cold, with a pretty stuffed nose, a pesky headache and your whole body feeling all sore and weak.

You try to forcefully breathe out of your nostrils only to find them annoyingly blocked and achy, you reach out onto your nightstand to grab a few tissues and try to blow your nose as quietly as possible, considering your boyfriend is still fast asleep right next to you, his mouth open in a triangular shape, the softest snoring coming from it as his messy hair spread out on the pillow: "ah-aahhtchu!!".

There you go. All your best efforts ruined. Just like that. With a single loud sneeze that literally makes Minho jolt awake: "aigo! Oh god!", he blurts out, a shocked and confused expression on his face as he looks around him only to find you staring at him, mortified as you wipe your nose with a tissue, "I am so sorry, I did not mean to wake you, I didn't think I was gonna sneeze that loud", you mumble apologetically and he just blinks a few times, he pushes his hair back away from his face and nods, "it's alright. Are you okay?", he asks then, pulling the sheets up back over his body and resting his head on the pillow, you rub your forehead in little circles with your pointer finger and shake your head no, "I think I have a pretty bad cold. Feeling very achy and stuffed, my head is splitting", you list your symptoms in a low voice, still a little heavy with sleep.

He yawns loudly, pulling you close to him in an unexpected embrace, "mmh", he hums softly, then places his lips on your forehead, pressing the softest little kiss there which feels so tender, so intimate it makes you melt a little. If it wasn't for your body actually feeling cold all over you could have actually just liquify right then and there for attempting to take your temperature like that is exactly what your mum used to do when you were a kid and were feeling sick.

"You are a little warm, but not too much", Minho mumbles, hugging you even tighter, nuzzling in your neck and it feels so amazing to have him in your arms, so cuddly and soft and sleepy, your congested nose still managing to pick up the scent of his skin and his hair and his deodorant and you just wish you could stay like that until your cold goes away. But you know you can't. For Minho's sake you know you should stay away.

You brush his hair gently and try to nudge him a little bit, "I don't think you should stick to me like this babe, you might get sick as well", you whisper, feeling the need to blow your nose once again as you then pat down the mattress looking for the crumpled tissue you placed there somewhere, Minho giggles softly and only presses further against your chest, "mmh I don't care, give me all of your germs", he snickers and you can't help but laugh a little even while rolling your eyes playfully, "I'm serious Min, I'm feeling really gross right now, I don't want to contaminate you", you try once again, actually pressing the tissue up to your nose, "at this point in our relationship I reckon we shared basically every kind of body fluid y/n, do you think I give a damn if I get a runny nose? It's just a cold, your body is just acting up cause you're tired, I'm pretty sure you don't even have a fever".

Truth to be told you weren't feeling exactly ill. You weren't getting the shakes or cold sweats, you were just cold and achy and your head hurt because of your stuffed nose. But you still cared enough about your boyfriend not to want him to risk it, "Minho I'm like 2 seconds away to sneeze a hundred times and kick you out of the bed", you try once again and this time, huffing and puffing, he finally gives up and forces himself out of bed, "fine fine. I'll leave. I'm feeling hungry anyway, do you want breakfast?", he asks, stretching out his harms, his shirt riding up his sides and torso, exposing his abs and pelvis line which looks oh so great.

You tuck yourself further down into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin and shake your head,"I don't really feel like eating I just want to sleep", you sigh, "okay, rest up. But you'll need to eat something later on, or else you won't be strong enough to recover from this terrible cold", he teases, crunching down at your level and poking your reddened nose, and you can't help but smile bittersweetly my at him, your heart aching a little.

"My grandpa used to say the same. I remember when I was a kid whenever I got ill my parents would drop me off at my grandparents so they wouldn't have to miss work and my grandma would knit woolen blankets for me and my grandpa would always make me egg drop soup and be all dramatic about how I needed protein and warmth in order to beat whatever virus I used to get in the winter", you reminisce, suddenly feeling so nostalgic as your eyes water a bit, thinking about how it's already been two years since your beloved grandpa passed away.

You stifle back a sob and press the back of your hands firmly against your eyelids, trying to stop them from letting your tears drop and Minho looks at you so softly, a gentle, sorry smile on his lips, "your grandpa was so right, I'm sure he was such a wise, caring man", you nod and beam at him, your eyes now feeling droopy and heavy, "yeah, he was. You would have loved him… ".

Knowing just how much Minho cares for his family and especially for his grandparents, you make sure he knows just how serious your words are and how sure you are your late relative would have actually adored your boyfriend," he would have loved you too, just like his own grandson, I'm certain",you add quietly and you can see Minho visibly swallowing down a lump in his throat, he blinks his shiny eyes upwards for a second, possibly trying to force back fresh tears, he clears his throat and smiles fondly at you, "I appreciate that. A lot. Now try to get some sleep yeah? I'll be downstairs".

You're not sure how long you have been asleep for but one thing that's strikingly certain is that as you slowly open your eyes and adjust to the light once again you realise there is actually no bright light to adjust to: your bedroom isn't pitch black but the sky outside your window is definitely dark blue and the pale yellow moon is definitely shining up there.

You grab at the pile of used tissues on your night stand, trying to find the box to get a new one, feeling a little disoriented as you find no old tissues. You pull yourself up a little and realise your pillow and your clothes and your whole room smells like fresh eucalyptus and menthol and your nose doesn't actually feel stuffy anymore.

You also feel pleasantly warm and rested, no trace left of your body aches, no more splitting headache. You rub your eyes until you can finally focus them on the essential oil diffuser steaming in the corner of the room that definitely wasn't there before, and the baby pink crochet blanket still spread out on top of your legs, that also wasn't there when you fell back asleep.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Hi!", Minho suddenly walks into the room, a pile of fresh loundry in his arms and a little srmik on his face as he sits on the edge of the bed, "are you feeling a little better?", he asks, "y-yeah. Much better, actually. Did you do this?", you gesture all around the room, pointing at the blanket and the diffuser, the clean surface of your nightstand, and he shrugs, "yup. You're a very heavy sleeper when you're sick. I could've vacuumed this whole place and you would have still been fast asleep. I think you only stirred like once, and you slept for a full 9 and half hours too", "9 AND HALF HOURS? WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN IT'S ALMOST 7 PM?", you shriek, looking at your home screen that reads 6.45 pm.

Minho giggles and folds a couple shirts in his lap, "I just told you, you're quite the heavy sleeper. Now, do you feel like having some dinner? Or at least drinking some water? I tried to make this room as humid and as less dehydrating as possible but you should definitely have some water", he offers and you nod assuredly, your stomach grumbling at the sole mention of food.

"Yeah definitely. Let me just freshen up and I'll be downstairs so we can have dinner together. I'm sorry I slept through the entire day, you must have felt so lonely and bored", you admit sheepishly, feeling grateful for he clearly got busy and made sure you recovered quickly and took care of the laundry you knew had been piling up and probably even prepared dinner, "that's okay, I finally know what it feels like when I'm jet legged as fuck and sleep all day and you're left on your own for hours on end, it's not fun but oh well, I can keep busy".

Once you had a nice warm shower and changed into clean sweats you hop downstairs, feeling very well rested and serene, and exponentially hungry as you walk into the kitchen to down your body weight in water and food, already smelling a delicious, somewhat familiar aroma in the air.

Minho places a lid over a pot and slides out a chair at the table for you, even helping you sit in it before filling up a tall glass of water for you, "so… I know it won't obviously taste the same as your grandpa's but I did call your grandma to get the recipe down, she was a great help and since she's out bowling with her chess club friends she says she'll call you tomorrow in the morning but anyway… Hopefully this is nice enough".

Your eyes shoot up as Minho stands behind your chair and serves you a steaming, deliciously smelling bowl of egg drop soup and looks at you expectantly: "you-you made my granddad's soup for me?", you stutter, your eyes already filling up with sappy tears, "I tried my best. Wouldn't say it's just like the one he used to make but it's my attempt at it".

Your throat feels dry and it's not your cold it's literally your heart sucking up all the moisture in your body and shooting it up to your eyes now fully streaming with tears as you grab into Minho's hands resting on your shoulders and kiss them repeatedly, holding firmly onto his wrists and his forearms until he bends down a little. You tilt your head back and he meets you halfway to let you kiss him over and over, "you are the best thing that has ever happen to me Lee Minho, God I love you, I love you so fucking much".

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bambirex · 2 years ago

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Sunshine For The Sunshine

Pairing: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, Cirilla of Cintra, Lambert, Eskel, Coen, Vesemir

Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, soft Jaskier, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Yennefer of Vengerberg, snippets, poly Jaskier, everyone loves Jaskier, found family, past injury, handfeeding, Jaskier getting spoiled the way he deserves, no actual plot

Word count: 2,127

Chapters: 5/5

Summary: Jaskier being loved, spoiled and taken care of by everyone the way he deserves.

Author's notes: There's no plot here, these are just short fluffy chapters that are not connected at all. The new season is treating Jaskier a lot better already with people finally caring for him more, but it's still not enough for me so here we go, have some snippets of Jaskier being coddled like a kitten.

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All Jaskier did was sneeze about two times before a giant mug of steaming cocoa was pushed into his hands.

He shot a questioning look up at Geralt, who was standing above him with several blankets in hand, looking deeply concerned.

“Okay, I am not that sick,” Jaskier chuckled. His voice was a little raspy as his throat itched. It was the beginning of an annoying cold, which sucked, but Geralt acted as if he suffered from some horrible, incurable disease. The witcher has been fussing around him like a mother hen in the past few days, from the moment Jaskier sniffled for the first time.

“You need to warm up,” Geralt told him softly. He draped the blankets over Jaskier, gently rubbing his shoulders to warm him. “I don’t want your condition to get worse.”

“My condition,” Jaskier snorted, “I just have a sore throat.”

“I just want you to be okay, Jask,” Geralt sat next to him on the bed. He pressed a kiss to the side of Jaskier’s head. Jaskier hid his smile in his mug.

Geralt continued to hold him as Jaskier took the first sip of his warm beverage, his arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from any discomfort. Jaskier let out a small sound of bliss, allowing himself to burrow deeper into Geralt’s hug.

“This is really nice,” Jaskier smiled as he rested his head against Geralt’s chest. He felt his eyes becoming droopy, both from the sickness and from how content and loved he felt. Geralt kissed the top of his head this time, nuzzling him like a large and very affectionate cat.

“I can get you some medicine from the town,” Geralt said. He pressed the back of his hand against Jaskier’s forehead to check his temperature. “You may not have a fever now, but I’m worried you will. How’s your head? Does it hurt? Your stomach?”

“I am getting overwhelmed with all this care,” Jaskier mused. He couldn’t wipe the satisfied grin off his face. “When did you become so gentle?”

Geralt hummed, pulling Jaskier closer until he sat halfway on the witcher’s lap. Geralt supported Jaskier’s hand that held the cup with his own, making sure he wouldn’t spill the sweet cocoa. With his other hand, he gently tilted Jaskier’s head towards him with his fingers hooked under his chin. Jaskier’s heart fluttered at the genuine kindness in Geralt’s eyes.

“I’ve met someone who changed me,” Geralt replied, and suddenly Jaskier’s throat didn’t ache because of the impending illness, but because of the way his whole heart leapt into it.

For the first time in his life, he found himself unable to say anything, so instead, he cocooned himself in Geralt’s embrace, his body and soul healing slowly.

Jaskier’s hand was okay now, but sometimes he felt those tiny phantom pains, like needles piercing his skin. It made him want to scratch and rub at his tingling palms, made him want to pull off dead skin and poke at the now healed, but forever deeply marred flesh.

It was hard to control his hand when a sensation like this flared up in his hands. His fingers trembled, refusing to cooperate when he tried to frame his eyes with kohl. Jaskier swore under his breath, frustrated tears welling up in his eyes.

He yelped when suddenly he felt a touch on his back. He whipped around to see Yennefer standing behind him.

“Gods above, witch,” Jaskier huffed, “you’ll kill me one day.”

“Maybe,” Yennefer shrugged. Her eyes fell on Jaskier’s hands, and a small smile twitched at her lips. It wasn’t a look of pity on her face, but one of genuine care – a kindness that Jaskier used to think did not exist in her. “Let me help you, first.”

“I’m good,” Jaskier waved a dismissive hand, which still shook treatorously. “I can do it myself.”

“I know you can,” Yennefer replied softly. She reached out her hand, waiting patiently, not crossing any boundaries, instead letting Jaskier decide for himself. “Just not now. Please, allow me, Jaskier.”

Jaskier bit his lip. He hated feeling so useless, but that was not what Yennefer implied; Jaskier could see it in her eyes, could hear it in her voice. She offered Jaskier a choice, wanting to take care of him genuinely but also respecting his autonomy at the same time.

With a sigh, Jaskier handed Yennefer the kohl. Yennefer gave him a small smile before she seated herself on his lap, gently tilting Jaskier’s face upwards with her hand. Jaskier felt his cheeks go warm under her ministrations as she so carefully brushed the eyeliner over his skin. She was careful not to poke him in the eye, working on his face with such precision as if Jaskier was one of her secret magic elixirs that required a lot of focus.

His lashes fluttered as Yennefer fixed a small smudge, wiping it off with her thumb gently before she went on to fill in the gap with the tip of the kohl.

Jaskier swallowed thickly as Yennefer pulled back, caressing his cheek gently.

“Pretty,” she said with genuine awe, before she leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

“No utensils? Thought this was a civilized place.”

Radovid chuckled as he lifted the tiny bite of whatever-it-was off Jaskier’s plate. He held it up close to his face, making Jaskier frown in confusion.

“Open up,” Radovid told him, his voice both sweet and commanding, and Jaskier, though hesitantly, did it, still not very sure of what was going on. The food was slipped between his lips gently, and he couldn’t help but let out a small gasp when the taste exploded on his tongue- savory, and just a little spicy.

“This is good,” he admitted. He barely had time to swallow before he was offered another bite. Jaskier’s cheeks flushed at the smirk that Radovid gave him.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“I don’t want you to,” Radovid replied simply. He gave Jaskier his typical eyebrow raise that implied there was no place for an argument. “I am planning on spoiling you rotten, my sweet thing.”

Now, Jaskier was used to praises and seductive words, but somehow, the way Radovid said it- playful, but still sincere, flirty but with so much care, like he was truly intent on handfeeding Jaskier an entire course, made his stomach tingle with warmth. He bashfully opened his mouth for another bite, feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine when Radovid wiped a bit of sauce off his chin with his thumb.

A cup of wine was held to his lips next, making Jaskier laugh.

“I can’t even drink alone?”

“What did I say about spoiling you?”

“Right,” Jaskier gave in with a sigh, but his lips curled into a pleased grin anyway. He let himself relax as Radovid held the rim of the cup against his lips, making him drink the sweet wine gently. It warmed Jaskier’s throat and stomach pleasantly.

He was offered tiny desserts next, and he had to admit, slipping into this feeling was easier than he thought. He was used to taking care of other people: lovers, friends, family, and now he was receiving the same care, being fed like a hungry little baby bird and showered with the affection he always craved.

Occasionally, between bites, Radovid caressed his cheek and whispered something sweet to him that made Jaskier nearly choke on his food, too overwhelmed all of a sudden. He closed his eyes in bliss, letting the taste of a strawberry fill his mouth, while love and gratitude filled his heart.

No one has ever insisted so aggressively that Jaskier shouldn’t lift a finger. He was usually nagged about making himself useful at last, and the change was very surprising.

He genuinely wanted to help out: Kaer Morhen was huge. There was a lot to clean up, and a lot of hungry mouths to feed, but he actually wasn’t allowed to do anything. He made an offended noise at the back of his throat when Lambert all but tore the mop out of his hand.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbled, “no need.”

“You think I can’t use a mop?” Jaskier huffed. “I am not such a spoiled brat.”

“That’s not why,” Lambert chuckled, gently patting Jaskier on the head. “You should rest, songbird.”

“It’s already too generous you’re letting me winter here, I should help you out, at least!”

“We’re not letting you stay because we want to make you play maiden,” Eskel told him with a smile. He, much like the rest of the Kaer Morhen wolves, kept insisting he should rest, and rest, and then rest some more. It was actually him, that practically shoved Jaskier out of the kitchen because he dared try and help with cutting up the vegetables.

“We’re letting you stay, because you mean a lot to Geralt. And us.”

“Alright, but…” Jaskier trailed off, not very sure how to process what he’s just heard. Him? Meaning a lot to a horde of supernatural warriors?

“Well, at least let me organize the books in the library…”

“Already done,” Coen grinned at him. “I did it last night.”

“But… but I said I would…”

“Yeah, well, now you don’t have to,” Coen gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The only thing you should focus on is getting some rest and composing some lovely songs. And keeping on making us happy with your presence.”

Now Jaskier was sure he was actually just imagining things, because there was no way Coen just implied that his mere presence brought such joy to the witchers – but when he looked at them, he saw Lambert grinning, and that sincere spark in Eskel’s eyes. Jaskier walked out of the kitchen in disbelief.

He tried getting himself some tasks in the stalls, where Vesemir flat out told him that if he didn’t go back inside from the freezing cold, he would ask Geralt to kick his ass.

“Why does no one want me to help?” Jaskier groaned. Vesemir chuckled softly.

“You already help, Jaskier,” he said, his voice warmer than what Jaskier has ever heard from him. “You already help an awful lot.”

Jaskier didn’t even try to ask what he meant. He stumbled back inside the keep, his heart swelling with so many emotions inside his chest.

The last note rang out, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The clapping was so loud, it was almost deafening. Jaskier grinned widely before he took a bow, the ecstasy of a well-done performance strumming in his veins.

“That’s my uncle!” Ciri yelled, her cheeks pink with excitement. She stood on top of a table, ignoring Yennefer’s pleas to get off. “He belongs to us!”

Jaskier laughed in disbelief. A couple decades ago, he played in this exact tavern. He was met with disdain then, was pelted with bread and tomatoes, and no one has wanted anything to do with him. And now, the crowd was going wild, singing him praises and practically bowing before him as he made his way over to the table in the corner. At that table, sat the three most important people in his life, people who weren’t always the nicest to him, but who loved him with all their hearts now. People who were proud to declare him a part of their family.

“That was incredible, Jaskier,” Geralt said with a smile. No more fillingless pie, just incredible. Jaskier sighed happily, gladly taking the gentle shoulder squeeze from Geralt.

“Our bard,” Yennefer said with a grin, gently bopping Jaskier on the nose. Jaskier stuck his tongue out at her playfully, but the loud beating of his heart exposed him. Ciri all but jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tight around his neck as she hugged him tight.

“You have to teach me to play, one day,” she said excitedly, still squeezing Jaskier. “How are you so talented?”

“Well, having such a lovely audience always helps,” Jaskier replied earnestly. He gently ruffled Ciri’s hair. “Besides, you’re already too powerful. What would happen if we also trained you to be a bard?”

“She would be like you,” Yennefer said softly. She gently brushed a sweaty lock out of Jaskier’s face. “And that’s not even such a bad thing.”

“Not at all,” Geralt chimed in. He gently stroked Jaskier’s back, making him melt into his touch. “So, where do you want to go celebrate?”

“Wherever you go,” Jaskier replied, his grin nearly splitting his face, the same way his heart nearly burst through his chest. “I wanna celebrate with my family.”

“Sounds lovely,” Yennefer grinned. “Our favorite poet is choosing us!”

Ciri hugged him again, and Jaskier blinked against the happy tears in his eyes.

Favorite. Incredible. Loved.

#the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskier #yennskier #radskier #jaskier #votes called for this so here it is

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sunny-bunnys-blog · 2 years ago

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I got the second part of dad Thousand complete and am now very sleepy, I hope you all enjoy this part :)

"Wait, what?!" Yuma exclaimed at Astral, his eyes wide as a deer in headlights.

"So you're trying to tell me that Don Thousand, THE ACTUAL GOD OF CHAOS AND BARIAN WORLD, is your dad?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Astral paused for a moment before answering.

"I didn't even know that he was my father, I didn't remember it. But I'm happy I remember now, although…" "What? Is he giving you a hard time? I'll destroy him!" Yuma said, raising a first before getting cut off my Astral.

Panicked, Astral grabbed Yuma's hands and brought them down before speaking again. "No, it's not anything like that! It's actually quite the opposite, he seems to be watching my every move and seemingly panics when he thinks I've got hurt and I don't know why.”

“Well duh, that’s what parents do!” Yuma laughed, gaining a confused hum and tilted head from the blue alien. “Excuse me?” “y’know what i mean, right? Parents will always find something to worry about! Trust me, if you ever get sick and he finds out, he’ll probably freak!”

Ironically, a week after Yuma had said that, Astral had fallen ill with a fever

That day, Astral had woken up feeling worse than ever, his entire body was aching and he felt cold. He decided to try to ignore it and put on his school uniform.

But this didn't go unnoticed by Don Thousand. Oh no, he noticed Astral looked ill.

"Astral." Don Thousand said to the teenager, causing him to tense up.

Astral began to panic slightly, did he already know? He couldn't have, so Astral just needed to play it cool, right? "Y-yes, father?"

Don Thousand was sure of it, Astral's voice sounded weak and he seemed more tired than usual. "Are you okay? You look sick."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Astral replied quickly, losing his voice halfway through and causing his father to become evermore worried.

Oh God, he knew, didn't he? All of a sudden, he felt Adonis's gentle hand on his forehead, making him completely freeze in place.

"You're warm. Too warm, so you won't be going into school today." "W-What?! No, I'm fine, I swear!" Astral cried, but his voice only made Don more sure of his choice.

"Don't argue with me and get back to bed, you're sick." Don Thousand said, making his son pout but he was quick to obey.

But strangely enough, he wished that Astral would disobey for once. He wished that his son had more of that teenager mischief in himself to talk back.

Oh well, he might, one day.

By the time Don Thousand went to check on Astral, he seemed to already be asleep. He smiles softly and crouches near the bed.

His heart squeezes a bit when he lays his eyes on the scar across his precious child's face. If he had only known where Eliphas had taken Astral, he could've stopped this all from happening!...

Astral begins to groan in his sleep, squirming around uncomfortably and frowning. He was having a nightmare again.

Thinking quickly, the adult held the teenager's hands softly so as to not hurt him and ran his thumb over his palms.

Eventually, Astral stopped moving around and was peaceful again, a tiny smile finding itself onto both of the alien's faces.

"Oh Honeybee, what did I ever do to deserve a son like you?.." He places a tender kiss on the scar and begins to raise to go, only to be stopped by a weak tightening on his wrist.

It was Astral. He was still asleep, but gripped his wrist despite that. "Papa… love you…" Astral whispers in sleep, hugging his father's hand.

Don Thousand sits back down next to the bed, watching as his only child holds his hand. "I suppose… that I can stay for a little longer.."

#finally got it done :)#so tender #tooth rotting fluff #astral zexal #zexal #yuma tsukumo #don thousand

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makahimetenshi · 2 years ago

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 9 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

-Im sorry, what did i broke this time? –she said in a low voice before he went to hug her and leave kisses in all the side of her face.

-You saved 9 soldiers and the brotherhood could not be more proud from a having a sentinel as skilled and capable as you, but I also fear for you a lot, I am always worried when you go out but when I see you this time in the gurney I whished that the one knocked out was me instead- her hand went to caress the back of his head and Arthur sighted relieved at the touch, its been more than a month since the last time she touched him there and it was so calming and warm…-what do you need? Where does it hurts? What can I bring you?

-Im surrounded by people…-she said and he leave a big smooch in her cheek, surprising the woman.

-I don’t care, I been worried sick for more than a month so I decided that I don’t care anymore, -he made that realization with an actually surprise for himself like it was liberating to say it- I cant care, I need to be with you right now –Nora breathed out and rest her cheek over his shoulder.

-Mmm lets see…I want a nail clipper, a notebook and a pen, a mirror, a cozy blanket…and…-she bited her lip before saying this actually nervous to overstep- would you sleep with me? Here, at the room, im sorry, I feel pretty tired right now…

-A nail clipper? –his eyes went down to see at her nails and sighted, terrible attention to details- don’t worry, I don’t plan to leave your side, ill bring a pillow, a blanket and my most comfy slippers –Arthur went to took and kiss the inside of her palm, looking at her eyes.

Even disheveled, greasy and tired looking at her chocolate eyes makes all his worries goes away.

-Thank you

-Ill tell the nurses to come and do the check ups while ill go to pick up some stuff okay? I don’t want to comb your hair and touch your scar so they will do that yes? –Nora nodded and yawned- wait for me awake, I see you sleep enough for a entire life.

Oh boy Arthur was a man in love. Walking in slippers and underwear in the Prydwen just for a woman. The most amazing one.

At coming back to the nursery they were checking her breathing. He wasn’t being stupid or brute, he had the things…in a little bag to not drag unwanted attentions…and while they were working he will step a side and wait, any exam will help to her recovery in the future so no interruptions. Arthur felt the look of Knight Cade over his shoulders, and when he looked at him the man turned the eyes to the rooft, not wanting to cross gazes.

Yeah, he noticed the old man judging him.

-My jaw hurts…the entire mouth –at hearing this Arthur put attention after all it was the cosmetic surgery he paid.

-Sentinel you lost a lot of teeths in the combat, here at the Prydwen we tried to recover and recreate them but since you were in coma, you could not carry out the treatments that you have to carry out, in addition to the fact that you was not eating solids yet

-When I will start eating solids?

-After we are done with the cocktail of medication –Nora nooded and they started checking her ears –are you cold sentinel?

-Indeed

-I see some mucus, guess youll need more blankets at night, don’t worry –how the hell everybody was around her since almost 2 months and no one realized there was few shelter? Arthurs blood boiled a bit at hearing that.

-When can drink things like tea? I want a hot drink

-Not until you start leg training, you have been prostrate for almost two months, your legs are sored for being inactive so long, right now the amount of liquids and hydration are controlled by us so you don’t have to pee that much, but if you wish to go just call one of us by pressing that button over there

-I wish for some privacy…

-Don’t worry, we are experts at it and you also have very bad scars at your legs, the plasters have been removed two weeks ago since you were still sleeping and the openings needed to close at open air despise of being cleaned, but the training to move properly again is going to be guided with professionals so you don’t move wrong and break by accident the surgery procedure done when you arrived –Nora nodded, a bit depressed but visible to everyone- don’t worry Sentinel, youll be back to walk and run normally after the training, if you try now your knees and ankles will fail to stand up because your body is unused, once the therapy starts little by little its going to be better, youll be dancing in no time.

Arthur was observing the nurses work and say all important information we wanted to be up to date, but half hour later Nora was looking kinda tired, so he went inside the room and sit in a chair next to her gurney, not bothering or interfering the nurses job, he just wanted to make her know he was around and better not fall asleep just because he wasn’t close. It was selfish but he wanted to expend time together, shes been so close but so far for so long he was craving to be around her.

Two hours passed until they were ready to let the sentinel finally rest, the chekings were done, cleaning, cures, medicine, changes…the nurses were clearly uncomfortable with the elders presence but they weren’t not only authorized to say anything but at no position to ask…They left and the two of them were alone, a few seconds later the elder breathed out and his forehead fall into her shoulder, Noras hands placed in the back of his head caressing a bit to reassure him. Ah its been so long since she was able to do that…

-Everything is alright –he whisper and went to hug her by the waist, wanting to be as close as possible now he was able after so long.

-I cannot go to the bathroom by my own

-Its temporal, what were you thinking? –he knew it was a bad idea start a fight over this subject barely waking up but it was beyond his imagination why she would do something so risky.

-You fight a Deathclaw too

-But I didn’t pull his tail to fall all over me

-Sorry, I went desesperate at the moment –he waved a hand and let it pass, he wouldn’t discuss it right now.

-It was reckless and dangerous but we are all in debt with you for bringing everybody alive, despite how you achieve it –he went back and look at his bag, finding the nail clipper and grabbing her hand –let me take care of you okay? You went enough for a decade –she nodded and settled on the pillow behind her back, raising a hand for him to work over, she smiled relaxed with her heart melting on her chest

-Hey do you have that mirror?

-Yes –his other hand went to search in the bag and give it to her, Nora used her free hand to raise it and take a look

-Damn they cut my hair –she said a bit disgusted looking at the image.

-Beautiful as always –he whisper still cutting her nails.

-I don’t like it, its now how I imagine my head half shaved before

-Women Scribes shaves their heads at the Brotherhood and also look beautiful

-Ill cut different this bangs

-Try to be carefull with the stiches in your wound -she nodded and smiled at him, she had a caring and soft smile.

-You must be tired too, its pretty late

-I spend many nights unable to sleep thinking in your state, now I have you here I want to do as most as possible –he finished a hand and took the other, caressing it slowly with a finger –Nora most of the times you…slip away from me…-he smiled sad and she went forward to kiss his forehead.

-Theres no place for me at your side

-I can create it –she raised an eyebrow confused- I can do it, im the elder –since from a long time he was expeculating with telling her the possibility about…marriage…but it was obviously so soon and a nerviosism take all over him each time he thought about it so he had a better alternative-I read your notebook

-Shit, Preston…-Nora whispered by low closing her eyes and taking air out her chest.

-He was following orders…

-I didn’t think he would do it

-A trustable soldier, im glad he has your back –Nora look at the other side and Arthur thought that was strange while starting to clip her nails on the second hand –Whats wrong?

-Nothing, I didn’t want you to read it so soon.

-Its an amazing text, sometimes I have to do similar tasks and it really inspired me to do it better.

-I told you I was a lettered before bombs dropped

-Anyway I can…protect you from that side…you have the talent and I have the power –he didn’t have the guts to look at her eyes but at least he was presenting this opportunity, is she wanted to take it or not was completely on her. He would prefer she would…

-We help people because is the right thing to do for everyones happiness, not for the possibility of a more comfortable life for us at all, there’s no such a thing on the wastelands –again, Arthur cant argue against it but she was being despicable of the only life he had the opportunity to ever knew- there’s no other option for me or anyone

-You have to admit that my bed is the most comfortable and safe in all the Commonwealth

-No one is safe, ask the ex mayor synth of Diamond City –Arthur didn’t want to get in this type of discussion now, he preferred to keep it In peace, at least that came out his chest. He was vocal and open about his worries and plans with her in his life.

-Keep doing an excellent work Sentinel

-The most positive thing about being feeded this way is that I wont have to savour anything…

Arthur sighted and finished her hands, now her nails were short and round so there’s no chance of cutting or scratching her skin by accident

-Ill bring you scissors tomorrow for your hair

In a pair of hours both were sleeping, Nora in the gurney pretty pretty covered in blankets and Arthur in a chair, with a pillow floating between the back of his chair and the pillows in Noras gurney, he was covered with one of her blankets extended. At first he didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to miss a minute with her, but her eyes were closing and it feeled like torture try to talk to her to avoid sleeping…so he eat his guts and wished her to wake up this time. Also he was tired and sleepy too, he handt have much sleep either this week.

Nora grab his hand under the blankets and both closed their eyes to sleep, connected, looking at each other side, the elder was glad that she was so attentive of his fears and…try to trust with all his heart that she will wake up in a few hours.

Morning came, 7am came, his normal waking up hour and he was afraid to open his eyes and find Nora asleep in a coma again, that everything from tonight was just a dream like the ones he had over this weeks, that dreams were like a pleading, a wish for her recovery…

But he swallow his fears in the end and do it, as elder he had to move forward from his fears a lot and this…wouldn’t be the exception, he was the elder, no matter how difficult everything was he had the duty to not let himself down and overpass each situation.

He open the eyes and look at her chocolate ones, gazing at him, at seeing him awake Nora greeted with a smile.

-Good morning –she whispered and his heart stopped, his heart was running a race before in nerviosism and it just stopped, she was there, right there like she wasn’t in almost two months. Now he can be in peace again, she was at his side.

-Im so glad you are here this morning

-Ill rather be in the most comfortable and safe bed in the Commonwealth –his cheeks blushed from the implications but it make him more happy that she remember the conversation they had just a few hours ago, she was sane and sound –but my mouth is really really dry and since an hour I want to pee but I didn’t want to wake you up since you look so tired and like needing the sleep –instantly Arthur went up and pushed the button to call the nurses, went to kiss her forehead and get up. Their hands were still holding together

-Im tired but you are more important, if you need anything just ask.

-I wanted you to sleep without inconveniences, you take care of me tonight and…all this time…

-And I want you to recover as fast as possible, tell the nurses all you need, im going to change and get breakfast, ill pass here by lunch, I know you cant eat for now but I want to use my break time with you before heading to my other meetings –she smiled pressed his hand a bit- take proper care of your needs okay? Ask for anything, I insist

-Could you give me my notebook then? I have an idea –the man do as he was told and she gave him a naughty smile –have a nice day at work honey

Oh my god it was all that pre-war American wife fantasys all over again, he had missed it so much. Arthur went to leave kisses all over her face laughting with her before leaving the room.

Arthur made at lunch time to see her, his plate and fork on hand, she cant eat but sharing a meal together was an excuse to talk and he needed to hear her voice after so long desesperatly.

-You know those bastards were already designing a statue for the capital wasterland in case you perish? –Arthur said biting on his bramin steak actually annoyed from the conversation

-My ghost will take a ride to that place

-I know that travelling for your sounds kinda impossible but think that all the soldiers in the Prydwen came from another region and stablished here, is possible to travel far distances

-Back in my days you could be driving for three days and still be in the same state. Anyway you said I could ask anything right?

-Im glad you ask something

-This is my idea –Arthur left the plate to one side and take the notebook in the page Nora marked him, there was a drawing of a coach with a lot of indications at the sides.

-Elaborate, im not a carpenter

-Silly is a massage chair, its actually pretty simple, it’s a coach or a chair with some vibration device in some parts, some have the functionality to get the seat or the back warm on temperature, I get one as a wedding gift but obviously is not in my house in sanctuary hills anymore

-It’s a good idea, it could be therapeutic

-My legs are sore, it may be good for me to sit there for a few minutes before trying to get up –Arthur nodded and smiled, she was something else.

-I can get it done for when you finally get able to do the training therapy, the most difficult part will be saying goodbye to one of my good chairs

-Oh ill just be fine if its actually clean, don’t worry too much –Arthur went fowards and kiss her cheek, she deserved the best, and he was kinda smoochy today. Nora can understand, he waited a lot for her just like when she waited for Nate to return safe and sound.

Arthur worshiped this beautiful non radioactive goddess, she performed the miracle of getting up from a coma by her own and be enough okay to have a nice healing, not getting in the middle of the elder activities too much, not like he would complain if he had to but it was a relief to have her in a good state, he would be okay if she was okay and now he cant complain at all, from all the horrible endings que imagined when his mind went to dark places that weeks…this was the best turn of events.

Eventually the nurses give the okay for her to start the training therapy so she would be able to recover mobility. It was such a relief being able to use crutches to at least go to the bathroom by her own, not like she wasn’t in a hurry for actually walk and run but after so long of not being able to pee whenever you want this feeled magical.

Arthur send to the nursery a bouquette of flowers when he heard the news of Nora starting the therapy, but the flowers were rejected, his heart ached at hearing the response but the mature side of his brain told him to calm down, there may be a reason and she wasn’t a completely bitch…she was sometimes for not taking him in consideration before this incident…not staying around much…he was resent lately that they didn’t spend much time together before she disappears no matter the reason and now that he had her she was in a coma.

He made his way with his dinner and a fork, like nothing happened, she was drinking things now which was an advance…she wasn’t saying anything about the bouquette so he would address the subject like a mature man who want to talk things and problems, chatting would solve every problem right?

-Where are the flowers I send in the lunch time? I sorry I cannot attend today but I have meetings

-I rejected them –well no shit Sherlock, what a nasty way to say it, sometimes Arthur hated her manners-I don’t like the flowers of the Commonwealth, the smell is horrible to me, im not going to contaminate the room closed air

-Not only food but also smells? Are you sure you don’t have a problem on your senses?

-You don’t know what the smell of lavender is…or jazmins…I would die to see a bouquette of legit roses, not plastic dry ones –the melancholic tune on her voice make the man a bit sad.

Nora often had melancholic thoughts and attitudes, she often missed her old life and home and told everyone that no one can understand that type of sorrow: except the ghouls, one of the reasons she fraternized so much with ghouls was because they share the living experience from before the bombs falls. Some remember few, some other remember more, some others didn’t care about the past, some others the life in the wastelands overpass them and they don’t remember the better times anymore, some others just move on and accepted this terrible fate…

She adapted with no problem to this reality but sometimes the memorys suddenly appear on certain situations turning down the mood for her. Like getting an unsolicited flash of your dead parents ruining your day and getting you all sad. But everybody’s lost someone, the sorrow was common, the reasons only gets more and more bizarre.

Only so she wouldn’t die, Arthur will ask later Neriah to try to clon…and mutate…some plants into flowers the most similar as possible to roses to give Nora a surprise.

Neriah find…uncommon a solicitude directly from the elder, especially one that didn’t appear to be so urgent or important but…she wasnt in position to ask or even get a context.

The day she was able to eat solids again Arthur went to eat lunch with his most precious possession, no matter how deep in love he was before he always hesitated about the idea of giving up but now…yeah he was knocked up in love like he never felt before and it was time to let it go…for love, to enchant that beautiful goddess into his arms hopefully forever.

Nora cried while eating a fresh melon, a freacking fresh melon, it tasted exactly like one from before the bombs and her teeths wouldn’t get so sensitive about it.

It was fresh, and watery, and sweet and…a watermelon! She never see one that wasn’t the rad ones!

-It is rare to find –said Arthur laughting at her tears

-The day I kissed you was a good that but today is even better –the man blushed at the memory and smiled silly, it make him happy see her happy.

-Gosh you have a difficult palate to satisfy

-Don’t worry you satisfy me in other ways –now he seriously blushed, but laughted too, she often made this games go to this places.

-Well it does get wet and sweet too –now she snorked over her piece of watermelon, seeds flying from the air coming out her nose, laughting hard and loud.

-Sweet? –Nora asked with her rose all red.

-Well I like…am i bad at dirty talking? I have the suspect...-everytime she does it to him he end in his knees drunk in ecstasy and when he does it she ends up laughting in no time, no fair..

-I do get a little horny actually, getting results…-when Arthur approached for a kiss she went back laughting- nononono not in front of the watermelon! After I finish ill thank you properly –her hand went up to place a cube of watermelon in front of his lips, Arthur open soft and she pushed the fruit inside, the man lick her fingers to dry all the liquid going down and she sighted at the view, hothothothotohot- I don’t tell you enough how handsome you are –her voice come out throaty and low, like it was more an internet thought than something she meant to said loud.

No, she didn’t, it was evident in bed how powerfull their attraction was but she wasn’t as vocal as him, and he was very reserved and not a man of many words.

They never said I love you, yet.

-Id love to hear it –he was right there in her web, eyes locked, gazing at each other, lips open seriously waiting for a passionate kiss, his chest moving up and down on expectation.

Nora smiled and leave the watermelon to a side for a minute with all the pain in the word but it was worth it, her sugary and sticky hands took his cheeks, he felt the coldness for a second but his stomach and chest went full warm almost instantly

-Arthur Maxson –she stated, getting more and more close, the man went forward slowly to kill distances – I would love to have such a handsome and beautiful man at my side for a long long time-his hands took her by the waist, soft, delicate, but still firm, feeling the curve of her waist and back, she gasped and close her eyes, turning the head to the side expecting a deep kiss.

-Then don’t slip from me, don’t go away, stay at my side for a long long time –Arthur sealed their lips in a kiss, one sweet, wet and warm.

They were at their element, together. Exactly were they were meant to be.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/9/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

#paladin danse #arthur maxson #elder maxson #fallout 4 #sole survivor #makahimefanfic

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orionangeline · 3 years ago

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I wish Yamato were here he'd bring me porridge with a Lil leaf in it and some water and tuck me in with a cold compress and

#i am ill now. actually sick now my head hurts i am cold an warm an my throat hurts and #everyone else in the house is sick also but im doing the best so far so im the one taking the pets potty #this. had better be a cold or flu or something bc. if one of these ijits brought rona home. i will demand restitution #in the form of snacks as soon as my throat stops hurting #leaf dad where are u #ough feelin whiny and loopy like when I used to get sick as a kid

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rustys-lodge · 2 years ago

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It is but a little cold

Request by : @xpsidedownn : Please more Hannibal x daughter reader! I love your stories sm. I have a request, if that’s okay? Maybe reader gets sick and stays home from school (if they go) and Hannibal takes care of her? If you feel uncomfortable in any way pls don’t do this! Thank you

A/N : I’m so so so sorry, darling. I have been busy with school. I hope you like it ❤❤❤❤

Warnings : none, just a bunch of fluff.

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A shaken up noise left your lips as you attempted to lift your head off the pillow, indomitable and unwilling.

“Dad…I’m not sure i’ll be able to go today.” You whispered, drawing in a breath of air and exhaling it painfully.

Your whole body hurt, your muscles, your head, even your eyes ached with each movement of the iris and your body burned flames, all the while you trembled from the cold. You were ill, you felt like you were…dying.

“Dying ?” Your father sweetly chuckled. “You are not dying,It is but a little cold.”

You growned, unsatisfied with his answer.

“ It is said that contentment preserves one from catching a cold.” And just as if he needed to make you feel worse. “Have you been feeling down lately ?”

You growned. “Oh, please.” As you rolled to your other side, facing away from him while whimpers followed each movement you made, right until you stopped moving “You, of all people should not be mingling philosphy and science.”

Hannibal chuckled again at your response, pressing his warm hand on the back of your shoulder. “I am only joking. What a better way to lighten up your mood ?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Actually make me feel better, maybe ?

“Maybe try less boring jokes ?” You sugarcoated your own thoguhts, but still surpressed a laugh.And although you usually find yourself to be funny, he still was the man that kept you alive. And you’d much rather keep it that way.

“I’m going to let that one go, only because you are ill.” Your father flashed you a quick smile before getting off the bed. But you gripped his wrist and pulled him down, causing a gasp to leave his lips.

Hannibal was a trained man, always aware of his surroundings because one little mistake, one little moment of relaxation would cost him his life, and much more.

It seemed to you, though, that whenever you were around, he’d get calmer, like at that moment, if someone else would have done that to him, they’d be lamb for dinner....Not literally, hannibal is not a canniball.

“Please don’t leave me;” You pouted.

“I have to feed you, my darling. How else would you heal ?” Hannibal completely ignored your puppy eye attempt. He got up, again, tenser than before, prepared for another drag down. But you didn’t pull him again, you just gripped his wrist harder.

“By staying with me, maybe ?” You sarcastically said, dragging your lower lip out even more. You thought, maybe if you looked cuter he’d stay ?

But he didn’t. And you growled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Rest, darling. I’ll come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted” Your father bent down slightly, rubbing your cheek from above. “And i will come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted.

Thankful, you smiled weakly. “No need, dad. I’ll stick to a chicken soup this time. I’d much rather you be with me, right now.”

Jokes aside, you didn’t want to be alone at such a moment. Your whole body ached, and so did your brain. But your father’s presence eased that pain, somehow. And as much as you knew his lovely soups do ease the pain too, you’d rather stick to his presence, his smile and lame jokes.

“You’ve won me over.” Hannibal stepped away from you, just a little warning step, before disappearing out of the room. And soon after that, his steps quickened, he was running.

“Why are you-” Your voice cracked and you let out a loud cough. “Why are you running ?” You tried again, quieter this time.

“So that i can come back quickly.” He shouted from afar, and all you could do is grin.

Your father was never one to take things lightly, smile, joke, even less play around. But there he was, doing it all , for you.

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❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x daughter!reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x daughter #daughter!reader #daughter x father #Father x daughter!reader

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a-jynx · 3 years ago

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Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

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a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

#dream smp x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #tommyinit dsmp #platonic #best friends #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!tommy #*will change if need be*

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sonamy-flashfic · 2 years ago

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For my request, could do something involving some care taking from amy of a sick sonic (maybe he caught a cold due to being reckless; and perhaps ignoring any’s advice or smth)? Stuff like that always warms my heart lol

This one isn't exactly the prompt requested, but it does involve the initial concept (Amy looking after Sonic while he's sick). It's not super romantic, either, but I had fun writing it!

Fun fact: I recently learned that chili and hot dog chili are two different things. I also, rather unexpectedly, learned that I actually like both of them (though regular chili has to be pretty mild for me).

Home Remedies Universe: Modern Word Count: 626

"You… Do know you don't have to do all this, right?"

Sonic generally slept on the roof, or the floor, or sometimes the couch. But for the last day or so he'd been forced to actually make use of the bed in his room at Tails' house.

The reason being his current illness, which was minor enough to not be a matter of real concern but still a major inconvenience.

In the meantime, Amy had taken it upon herself to look after him.

"I'm doing it because I want to. Besides, it's my fault you got sick in the first place."

They'd been fighting their way through one of Eggman's bases (it felt like those things were never-ending, just where did they keep coming from?). Amy had been sick herself, but brushed it off as nothing- until she was suddenly overcome with dizziness and nearly fell from one of the moving platforms.

Sonic had been fast enough to catch her, but as a result he'd caught whatever she had a couple days later.

Now he pushed himself into a sitting position, tired of staring at the ceiling. Instead he fixed his gaze on her. "Don't worry about it."

Amy snorted, shaking her head. "The only thing I'm worried about is that you're going to disappear if I leave this room, Sonic."

Though normally that might have been a very real risk, just the simple act of sitting up had left him remarkably dizzy. There wasn't going to be much more than a short walk in his near future, and certainly no running.

"I'd say I'm not going anywhere for a while," he muttered. "Jeez. And you were fighting like this?"

She just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "It wasn't that bad until I got tired, I thought I'd be fine." There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she continued: "And I guess I was, since you caught me! It feels like I'm always falling for you, one way or another- but I am really sorry that you got sick because of it…"

Sonic turned to look at the window, or the ceiling, or anywhere but at her face. The ease with which she spoke of her feelings was still kind of startling, even after all the years they'd known each other. "Ha… Yeah. A-anyway! Did you say something about food?"

"Oh, right!"

Amy disappeared, leaving him alone with his thoughts- but not for long, as she returned almost immediately. He turned to see what she'd brought with her, expecting some kind of soup.

That was not what she was holding.

"...Chili?"

"A bit of spice is good for you when you're sick!"

This was the first he'd heard of that, but he wasn't exactly up to date on at-home remedies. He took the offered bowl and spoon, observing it with hesitant interest. It didn't have a strong smell, or at least he didn't think so- but it wasn't like he could actually smell much of anything.

"It won't hurt you, y'know," Amy grinned at him. "I made it extra mild."

Years ago, he'd discovered that chili and hot dog chili were two different things. Which had also been the day he learned just how bad his spice tolerance was.

Despite her reassurance, he was still eyeing it somewhat suspiciously. Amy's cooking was good, that wasn't the problem, but-

"Sonic. It's literally hot dog chili in a bowl."

Right. She was staring at him. Waiting. Slowly, hesitantly, he tried it.

"Well?"

He considered it for a moment. "...It's good," he conceded, setting it on the nightstand for the moment. "It’d be better on a hot dog, though.” Curiously, he looked over at her. “Don’t suppose I could get one of those?"

"When you're not sick, sure."

#sonamy #sonamy fanfiction #sonamy flashfic #amy rose #sonic #asks #Anonymous #requests

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geocookie21 · 3 years ago

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Sick

I am sick and miserable today and have been feeling needy for Master fics. Also Thirteen fics but let’s start with Master. Dhawan!master to be exact.

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Lying in bed, not able to get comfortable AT ALL and being stuffy is not how you expected this weekend to go.

When the Master dropped you off on Thursday morning you had felt a little run down, with a cough every so often, nothing like this. No, last night, around 1am Saturday morning, your nose decided to get blocked and stay that way no matter how many times you blew it. You felt warm, clammy and uncomfortable no matter what you did. Sniffling and coughing, rubbing your nose and scratching your eyes….you were miserable. And it only got worse as the day went on. Cold medicine on goes so far.

The one thing you wanted? Not really a thing, but a who. You wanted The Master. You didn’t tell him you were sick and you don’t think he noticed when he dropped you off. Why would he notice a total of 3 coughs in the space of several hours anyway? You were home when your illness got worse, thankfully.

You never wanted to seem weak to him, your human so you know what he thinks of your race anyway. You didn’t want to give him an excuse to criticise you further. Not while your sick. Luckily he was away and left you here to fulfil his evil plan. Probably blowing up a planet.

Eyes closed and laughing mentally at the image of the master enjoying himself like a child on Christmas, you failed to hear the low hum of a TARDIS landing (with its breaks off until they are actually needed)

Kicking the blanket off of yourself while coughing meant to missed the sound of TARDIS doors opening. Eyes remaining closed so you didn’t see the extra person in the room. You were glad the Master wasn’t here to see you so miserable and weak. Sure that he’d leave you here forever if he saw you.

Mental energy spent, thinking of the Master, left you falling asleep. Unaware that the extra person in the room was walking slowly towards you. Concern written all over his expression. Now only skirting the edge of consciousness, you felt the cool hand that had placed itself on your forehead. You whines as you leaned your face into it more, trying to cool yourself down. Feeling somehow safe enough not to question the hands origins.

Though you heard it, you weren’t nearly awake enough to hear the concern in the spoken “Foolish human. What have you done to yourself” and you DEFINITELY didn’t notice the gentle hand moving your position to a more comfortable one. Not scrunched up into a ball out of self pity. The cooling hand removed itself, much to your semi-conscious whining, to bring your blanket around you.

The sound of footsteps led to quiet for a minute or two, in which time you had fallen asleep.

The Master returned to your side with a cooling cloth for your forehead and some cold medicine. He had seen what you were taking and threw it out of the window. “It’s not good enough for my human. She needs to be better right now!”

He brought his, Human safe, alien cold medicine to your bedside, he’d have to wait till you woke up so he could monitor you and make sure it works to his liking. Running a mental checklist, his thought halted when you started murmuring. He leaned in closer to hear you, if you were in pain he would wake up up and give you the medicine now. He wasn’t counting on hearing you call out for him. “Master….where” His cold heart melted. Actually melted, his whole expression melted.

“I want…I want master” he couldn’t hold back any longer, you called out for him. You NEEDED him. And he’d be DAMNED if he wasn’t going to be there for his little human when she was so weakly calling out for him. So he climbed into bed next to you and held your head to his heart. Knowing you found comfort in his double heart beat.

It was only an hour later that you roused. Eyes remained closed, you felt where you were. Comfortable beyond belief and mentally subdued, you didn’t quite notice the other presence. Until you coughed. A comforting hand fell to your back, rubbing it up and down and patting you slightly. Another hand with a handkerchief slightly in front of your mouth.

Catching your breath, you opened your eyes. Seeing a chest with a familiar purple vest. (RHYMES!😂) Listening to your surroundings you could hear soft spoken words. “It’s ok love, breath” “hush now, I have you” “easy now. Breathing in a familiar after shave and feeling HIS hand stroking your back you finally looked up to his face.

Dark chocolate eyes locked to yours. Hypnotic intensity keeping you captive as you struggled to regain your breathing. The Master was here, seeing you sick and weak. Your soft whine and small struggle against him caused him to frown a little. ‘Why is she scared of me? What’s wrong?’ He thought he had hurt you. He would never hurt his little human.

“Sh..shh..shh what’s wrong? It’s ok, I’ve got you little one” his soft spoken words calmed you to a stop. Yet you still whined and hid your face.

“Come now, tell your Master. Let me take care of my human” your hand reaching towards his second heart and grabbing at his shirt, a move you only did when you felt small and nervous.

Aided by his soft commands, you found the strength to speak. I say you found it, it was his strength, you only submitted to it. “I’m weak. I’m weaker than normal and you’re going to leave me” chocking on a sob before you finished your sentence.

Widening eyes at your tears led to a coo of comfort from your master. His own human, thinking herself weak? How could the universe be so cruel. “Love, even I get sick. After a regeneration I need a day or two before I can even stand! And to think you were looking after yourself before I came back. You are not weak, little human. And I am never leaving you here.” bloodshot eyes met chocolate at his reassurance. And unspoken promise of safety and belonging. Silent negotiations came to an end with the Master reaching for the cold medicine, determined to cure his human. “Open for me love. This will help” his own mouth opening slightly to encourage you. Not that you needed much encouragement, you trusted him not to poison you. “So obedient. Good girl. You’ve earned a reward” despite the redness, your eyes began to glow with joy.

He leaned back, pulling you with him. Curling up to him with a gentle hum, your heavy eyelids still locked to your Masters face, eager to hear your reward. A pleased smile crossed the Masters expression, speaking soft as to not rouse you from your sleepy state. “There’s a planet, with a pink sunset that lasts 54 hours. Mountains made of rocks so soft, they may as well be pillows. Air so clear that your lungs feel brand new. You’ve done so well to take care of yourself. Next time, however, you call me. Let Master take care of you now. I know better ways to make my human well again. So rest, Master has you now”

You couldn’t tell is he had actually hypnotised you to sleep, or if you were really tired from your cold. But his voice lulled you to a comfortable sleep. Safe with the knowledge that your Master would take care of you. And he was never going to leave you.

#doctor who #dhawan!master #the master x reader #the master #dhawan!master x reader

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delimeful · 4 years ago

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(dont) take this the wrong way (5)

warnings: injury, blood mentions, past psychological&emotional&physical abuse, ptsd, sickness

Virgil woke up, which was only unsurprising for the few moments it took him to 1. realize that his head was pounding and 2. remember the two very large reasons why.

His eyes flew open, and he found himself half-submerged in a shallow pool of cool water, surrounded by flat ledges of dry rock. The sound of ocean waves lapping against the cliffside echoed around the cavern, which was dimly lit by overhead cracks in the ceiling.

In one of these beams of paltry light, Logan was slumped over on his side, glasses askew. Virgil’s relief at seeing him was instantly overshadowed by terror at what could have happened to the human after Virgil had gone and gotten his skull knocked against rock.

His headache worsened, and he lifted a hand to press against the sore spot, pausing when he found more of those stiff bandage strips wrapped around his head.

The soft sloshing of water seemed to be enough to startle Logan into wakefulness, and the human brightened slightly at the sight of him. “Virgil. It’s good to see you awake. Are you feeling any pain or nausea?”

“What happened?” Virgil replied in lieu of the real answer, which was ‘everything hurts’. “Where are we, I thought we were dead for sure—!”

“Take a few deep breaths,” Logan advised, shuffling closer to the pool and offering a hand. Virgil took it gratefully. “We’re not currently in any danger. I believe we’re at the home of the seal-hybrid mer, if—“

“We’re what?!” Virgil’s voice dropped to a horrified double pitch, his grip on Logan’s hand instantly turning crushing.

“Ow,” Logan said in a pointed monotone. Virgil eased up before his claws could turn the human’s palm into bloody ribbons. “Let me finish, please. I’ve managed to work out a rudimentary method of communication, and as far as I know, we’re not currently at risk.”

“From the giant mer-eating monsters that literally kidnapped us, you mean?”

“Yes, that was the potential risk I was referring to.” Logan pulled Virgil further upright, reaching out with his free hand. “More importantly, you’ve been out for some time. Will you allow me to take a look at your injury?”

Virgil shuffled a little closer, allowing the hand to make contact with him. He had traversed currents of all temperatures, but in chilled still waters like this, Logan’s warmth was more than welcome. “I dunno how that’s more important than our inevitable, rapidly-approaching deaths, but sure, fine. Knock yourself out.”

“I will not? You are already dealing with a likely concussion, I see no reason to double that number.” Logan squinted at him like he was concerned that the head wound had taken a worse toll than he’d thought.

“No, it’s-- it’s just an expression. Don’t actually pass out, or I’ll freak out.”

“Ah,” Logan acknowledged, his hand twitching like he wanted to grab something before returning to carefully peeling the bandages away. “My apologies. Colloquialisms are not my strong suit.”

Virgil blinked back at him, because five syllable words were a little much even when he wasn’t concussed. “No worries?”

Logan continued to gently probe the back of his head. A sharp pang made him jerk away with a muted hiss, his vision blurring with pain as the sharp motion only agitated all his other cuts. He waved off Logan’s apology before it was fully formed. “S’fine. What’s the damage?”

“The bleeding has stopped, which is a good sign. It’s swelled significantly, but the cool water is hopefully helping reduce that as well. The best course of action now is for you to rest and recover in a dark, quiet place, ideally for at least two full days.”

“Yeah, but that’s not happening unless we get away first,” Virgil shot back, irritably twitching his fins down as Logan rewrapped the injury. The human let out a slow breath.

“Virgil. I believe the situation isn’t as dire as you think.” He settled back on his heels, back stiff as he spoke. “Our captors have shown no signs of aggression or hunger, even with the significant bleeding from your head wound. It’s possible--”

“It’s not possible!” Virgil cut him off, scowling fiercely. “That doesn’t mean anything. They’re playing some kind of sick game the way they always do, and if you let them trick you, you’re going to lose!”

Logan looked back at him inquisitively, still not getting it. “What evidence are you basing this off of? I was under the impression that you’ve spent only marginally more time in their company than me. Have they attempted to trick you in the past?”

“Yes, no, I mean--,” Virgil groaned, pulling at his bangs. “They don’t have to say it. That’s just how giants like them operate. We’re smaller, they can do what they want to us, we don’t get a say in it. You escape or you die.”

“Yet, we’ve been in their admittedly less-than-ideal care for over 24 hours, and they haven’t hurt us or made any indications they intend to hurt us.” Logan gestured expansively, his hand a bit wobbly. “That’s a rather long time to pretend, and for what purpose? If it was what they desired, we have been easy targets for a meal from the moment they relocated us.”

A rather long time to pretend. Virgil swallowed down a hysterical laugh, feeling dizzy. If a day of false niceties was all it took to buy his trust, he’d have never gotten away from his first encounter with a giant mer. “You’re— you’re human. You don’t know anything about this.”

Logan frowned. “I may be human, but that does not make me an idiot. Even with a language barrier, body language and expression are invaluable tools for communication, and I’ve been doing very little but observe them while you were unconscious. Virgil, if you just tried talking to them—“

“No!” he snapped, curling in even as his fins flared wide and threatening. He wouldn’t do this again, wouldn’t be subjected to the world’s most torturous game of catch and release, wouldn’t be lured back into too-tight hands by false promises and meaningless apologies. He couldn’t do that again.

Measured, rhythmic tapping on the back of his hand slowly brought him back to the present, cool air and Logan’s steady voice by his side. His throat was closed-up-too-tight, his gills too far out of the water to switch lungs— but the rhythm was counted out over and over, breathe in, hold, and out.

“There you go,” Logan said as Virgil took in another long, shuddering drag of air. “Well done.”

The air smelled like iron. He realized that somewhere in the past few minutes, he’d dug his claws into the soft sides of the human’s hand, drawing blood. He pulled away as though he’d been burned.

Logan didn’t even twitch, still searching his gaze intently. “Are you with me?”

Virgil nodded stiffly. “Yeah, I— fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, I shouldn’t have pushed you. I didn’t realize— but I should have.” A deep, resolved breath. “It’s okay. I’ll find you a way out that doesn’t involve interacting with them.” Logan’s gaze went distant and hazy with thought, and Virgil hesitantly drew closer, pulling a bandage free to wrap around his bleeding hand.

… He was really warm. Clammy, too, and he’d been sitting in a cold, wet cave for hours, hadn’t he? Had been completely drenched for even longer.

“You’re sick,” Virgil said, and Logan took a moment too long to refocus on him. How had it taken him so long to notice? “That’s why you need me to talk to them. You need to get home.”

“My illness is no more severe than your injuries,” he deflected, adjusting his glasses clumsily. “Right now, the priority is getting you away from triggering circumstances. If my suspicions are correct, I will be fine regardless.”

Right. His suspicions, based on his willingness to trust his own abductors. He’d trusted Virgil, too, back in those tunnels. He’d known that he might be abandoned and he’d freed Virgil anyways, taken his hand anyways. Gotten hurt for his trouble.

He’d get hurt worse if Virgil left him here.

“... Yeah,” Virgil said, tucking the edge of the bandage in carefully. “But you should sleep for now. We both should. You said they haven’t done anything yet, right?”

“Yes, but…,” Logan’s brow was furrowed slightly, as though he knew something was off, but wasn’t quite sure what. “I mean, you do need rest. If… If you’re sure.”

“I am,” Virgil replied, curling against the edge of the pool and pillowing his head on his arms to hide their shaking. “Get some sleep, Specs.”

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It was early morning when Patton woke to the splash of something small dropping into the water from his air room.

The room wasn’t overly large, being designed only for occasional use when he needed some extra oxygen in his system. It was also quite a few caves up above his sleeping den, but with two delicate little guests staying over, his senses were on high alert. He disentangled from Roman, who had been clinging to him for extra warmth, waking the shark mer in the process.

“Mwha’huh?” he asked groggily, and Patton chuckled at the way one side of his hair had been pressed into a tangled bundle.

“I think they may be awake!” he reported quietly, and Roman perked right up. They had originally hovered in the room over the two of them, only leaving after the human-- busy tending to the tiny mer’s wounds-- had gotten too fed up and used charades to shoo them away, leaving them with nothing to do but sit around and think about how badly they’d messed up. As such, they were both more than eager to start fixing things.

Upon popping up into the air room, however, they found only the human, lying completely still apart from the slow rise and fall of his chest. Deep in sleep, with an empty pool at his side.

Roman and Patton exchanged a panicked look, and ducked back underwater to search through his home and see where, exactly, the injured mer had gone.

It didn’t take long to spot him. The mer had practically every fin and frill puffed out, even the ones that were still injured. The threat display as eye-catching as they got.

He was hovering in the opening of a vent crevice, one that helped circulate seawater through the caves. It was small enough that if he vanished through it, they wouldn’t be able to stop him or see where he was headed. He knew it, too, staring them down with sharp defiance rather than absolute terror.

“Don’t move,” he said, as though they hadn’t both frozen at the sight of him. “I’m going to-- to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Roman asked, and received a sharp, wild-eyed glare for his troubles.

“Yeah, a deal. The other one is sick,” a slight jerk of the head toward the air room, “so he won’t last long here. Probably already too far gone to even play a single game.”

Patton was torn between concern (the human was sick?) and confusion. Game?

“But I’m fine. I’ve had much worse than this.” The mer drifted back slightly, closer to the crevice. “If I leave now, you’ll never find me, and then Lo-- the human will die, and you won’t have anything to play with.”

A creeping sense of dread overcame Patton. He still didn’t know what was going on, but it was sounding more and more like something was seriously wrong here.

“So, a deal. You take the human back to where you found him, and I’ll stay-- I’ll stay here,” his voice cracked painfully, but he ignored it, staring at them with a desperate sort of intensity. “With you. I won’t try to get away or anything. I-- I swear.”

“Get away?” Roman asked, his voice going high with the same sort of horror that currently swamping Patton. The mer ducked back at the sound, gaze flitting between them, some of that terror returning.

“I will! I’ll leave, if you-- you can either have one or none, that’s the deal, I’m not kidding. I’m not!” His fins flared wider, blood beginning to leak from some of them. “He’s human anyways, he can barely even swim, you don’t want him--”

“Kiddo,” Patton cut in urgently, raising his hands peacefully and trying not to wince when the mer flinched, “if he’s sick, of course we’ll take him back to where he can get help. No deals necessary, okay?”

The little guy didn’t look reassured at all. “I want to watch. I have to see you put him back, where other humans will find him, or else the deal’s off.”

He didn't believe them. Patton exchanged a helpless look with Roman, who finally nodded.

“Of course,” the shark mer said, “You are more than welcome to accompany us back to the mainland where Patton found him, provided that you’re not exacerbating your injuries.”

The mer hissed at him, a tiny, reedy sound. “And whose fault is that?”

“Irresponsible human fishing vessels?” Roman tried, and then wilted under both Patton and the mer’s looks when the joke fell flat. He cleared his throat. “It is, of course, mine. I wanted to apologize for the way I manhandled you before. Regardless of my intentions, it was unbefitting behavior, and it hurt you. I am truly sorry.”

He bowed with a little flourish, moving slower than normal. The mer stared at his bowed head apprehensively, and then covered the look up with a distrustful scowl.

“If you’re sorry, get Logan out of this place before he gets any worse,” he finally replied, and Patton nodded and went to retrieve the human-- Logan, presumably.

Glancing over his shoulder as he left, he could see the way the tiny mer’s fins had settled just slightly, not quite as frantically overextended as before.

It was a start.

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #mermaid au #my writing #dont take this the wrong way #dtttww #writing #g/t #virgil sweetie what the fuck #- logan next chapter

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a-dusty-emerald · 4 years ago

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Crimson Cuddles: Draco x Reader /Fluff

Just a fluff story for your morning Draco x Y/n comfort. (From my Wattpad story)

Crimson Cuddles: In other words, you get your period. _____________________________________________

Draco was tapping his quill on the edge of his desk annoyed, his eyes rolling at each sentence coming out of Professor Babbling's mouth (Ancient runes Prof.). He never cared for this class, he knew what he had to know.

He huffed at Granger's hand that was fluttering up high at each and every question.

'Does this girl snort cocaine every morning?' He thought. The know-it-all bubbly energy of the muggleborn Gryffindor at 8am only added to his temper.

However, the root of his issue was that his girlfriend, Y/n, was nowhere in sight. Class was almost over, so Draco guessed she overslept. She always was such a night-owl either way, so she must have stayed up till late. She rarely missed classes though. He didn't want to drag her to class himself just because she was not being responsible, though.

'I have told her so many times to train her owl to wake her up each morning. Unbelieveable.' He huffed again.

Thankfully Ancient Runes were finally over. Next class was Potions, Y/n's favourite subject. He had a smug look as he took his time going to class. He could already imagine the disheveled look on her face that she actually missed a class, and maybe, maayyybe, he could get her to train the bloody owl.

As he strutted confidently to the Potion's class, he lifted his eyes from his robe to his and Y/n's desk. His smirk fell.

'Where the fuck is she?' He thought. Y/n would not miss potions just for the sake of it. He had to physically detain her from going to class with a high fever a year ago. And then, it dawned on him. 'She must be sick.'

He turned on his heel to go check on her, bumping to Snape who was right behind him. He eyed him, an eyebrow raised at the platinum haired boy.

"Pardon me, Professor." He said coldly and sat on his desk.

Potions were boring for once. Draco had no one to nag him, no one to talk to. As soon as class ended, he said to Blaise that he would catch up later at dinner and sprinted towards the Slytherin's female dormitories.

Pansy had walked out of the entrance just now, and Draco ran to actually manage to get through the door. He walked towards Y/n's room, not knowing what's wrong. He lightly knocked on her door.

He heard a muffled familiar voice speak: "Pansy, I told you already, I don't care which bra you pick." Draco stiffled a laugh, biting his cheek. "Fine then, I'll wear the lacy one" he mimicked Pansy's voice. He heard his girlfriend softly laugh, understanding who she was speaking to. "You can come in, Draco" he heard the muffled voice again.

Draco opened the door slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. Has she not been out of bed yet? It was past 10am now. "Darling?"

"Yes?" Y/n's small voice was heard from under the fluffy covers. Draco suppressed a short laugh and sat at the edge of her bed.

"You alright?"

Y/n's head finally emerged from the covers and draco got a good look of her. Her skin seemed pale, her eyes tired and her hair was a mess. Y/n looked at draco, who might have been smirking at her state, but she saw a glint of worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine" she finally spoke. Draco said nothing, only leaned backwards and crossed his arms on his chest, a blonde eyebrow reaching higher than his hairline - or so it seemed. He was not satisfied with the answer. After a prolonged silence, he huffed and spoke again.

"Sure you are darling. Peachy as ever." He smirked again at her inability to lie to him.

"...What I meant is I am not ill. I'm on my period, I don't feel great. Quite bad actually. Didn't wanna bother you", she said as she slumped back into the covers, closing her eyes again.

His smirk fell. For the jackass he could be, he knew quite a few things about periods, Narcissa had informed him from a young age about the basics. He would never be insensitive to his girl, of all people. He had her 'female issue' supplies in his room as well, in case she stayed over.

"Your wellbeing is not bothering me. Do you need anything?"

He saw her eyes glimmer, peaking through the covers. "Can I come to your room? I want to take a shower and cuddle. Have left my conditioner at yours as well." She said.

"Sure, come on, lets get to my room." He threw the covers off her in one motion, and she shivered, her source of heat violently being taken from her. She was crouched in a fetal position, her hands pressed on her lower abdomen. She hissed in pain, as she felt a horrible cramp passing through her.

Draco frowned. He hated seeing her in pain. He inched closer to her to cuddle her, but Y/n was determined to get out of bed.

"No no, later. I need to get up. It's not doing me any good. I need to shower." She muttered as she forced herself out of bed, threw a cardigan over her pyjamas,put her hair in a quick ponytail to hide the frizziness and made her way to the boy's dormitories, clutching Draco's arm along the way.

Once she got in the -much bigger and fancier- room, she immediately locked herself in the bathroom, stripping out her silky pyjamas and hopping in the shower. She let the hot water relax her muscles,the steam putting her in a drowsy state. As she lathered her coconut shampoo in her hair and reached for her boyfriend's body wash, green apple scented, she silently laughed on his obsession with green apples, when she heard of him outside the door.

"Imma make us some tea. Alright?" "Sure!" She spoke as loudly as she could, in order to be heard over the sound of the water.

Stepping out of the shower, she found a pair of clean underwear waiting for her next to a brand new box of tampons and smiled.

'If only Blaise would see Draco making her tea and providing her tampons, he would tease him for eternity' she smirked, giggling to herself. Blaise was her best friend, telling him a few details of his oh-so-rare soft side would give him enough teasing opportunities for the whole semester. Draco's well known soft spot was her, he always had his stone cold persona around the guys and Blaise was always ready to hear stories that prove a point they all knew; the platinum haired boy was nowhere near emotionless or insensitive.

Draco opened his room's door carefully holding 2 mugs of hot tea, finding a more relaxed, but still in insufferable pain Y/n. She was wearing one of his hoodies and some high knee warm fuzzy socks, and he could not control the smile that crept over his lips.

"What?" Y/n said curiously, seeing him smiling at her. "Love it when you're wearing my clothes. You are honestly so cute". Y/n slightly blushed and faced the other way.

Draco made his way to bed, handing her her mug. He took a sip and spoke "I read tea is good for the pain. Warmth in general. So if you want to cuddle my hot as fuck body, understandable. It's available."

"Oh is it?" Y/n jokinly answered, her eyebrow raised playfully.

"Yup" he said. "Do not take it for granted though. Other women will be qeueing for the Malfoy cuddling experience later today." He smirked.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Y/n said calmly. "I will castrate you and send your balls to your oh-so-friendly father, letting him know his lineage is lost forever".

Draco was audibly laughing, while his arm cradled Y/n's small body. Her face suddently went from a teasing expression to a scrunched up, pained one.

He frowned again. If he could take some of the pain, he would. "Another cramp?"

He heard a muffled nod from Y/n's head on his shoulder, and pressed a few kisses on her exposed neck, his arms hugging her even closer to him. His fingers snaked their way under her shirt and pressed in her lower abdomen, slowly massaging the area. He heard a shruddered breath come out of her, and didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing, continuing nevertheless. He stopped however, when he felt dampness on his neck. He pulled himself back to look at her. She had been crying.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked full of worry. "Sorry if I did, thought it would be better-"

Y/n furiously shook her head. "No, I'm just in a lot of pain, got a bit emotional that you are taking care of me. Stupid hormones..." Y/n mumbled, her face flushed.

Draco smiled and wiped her tear away. "Shhh, 'ts alright darling. Come here." He pulled her back in their previous position.

"Please continue whatever magic you were doing. Your fingers are proven to be magical today."

"I think you knew that beforehand, darling."

She could practically HEAR the smirk, so she smacked him lightly in his shoulder, as Draco showered her with kisses. He opened a box near his bed, getting a chocolate frog out and giving it to Y/n.

"Thank you." She smiled at him, and pressed a sweet peck at his lips.

As soon as she ate it, he removed one of his hands from her abdomen and grabbed his mug to finish the last bit of tea that was left. Placing the mug back, he felt her head in his chest getting heavier. She was drifting off to sleep, painfree, feeling relaxed in his embrace, and Draco was sure this image alone could let him cast a Patronus if he tried.

The next day, Blaise teased the fuck out of Draco as he huffed annoyed. He should have never let them be friends.

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cellophanejpeg · 4 years ago

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champagne problems

(gif by me)

pairing: Marcus Moreno x female!reader

summary: You run into Marcus after years of rejecting his marriage proposal.

a/n: requested by anonymous. i diverted a bit from the song, though!! hope you like it!

warnings: tw mental illness, angst, mentions of a grave/cemetery

word count: 2.0k

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The wind is cold as it blows on your face, cutting your cheeks and making your nose run. You sniffle, pulling the zipper jacket up in a failed attempt to warm yourself, but the weather hasn’t been kind on you today. The sound of the leaves ruffling on each other comforts you in a way, even in a place like this. Glancing at your father’s grave, you take a deep breath and kneel to place the flowers on the grass. A few feet away from you, some ladies are visiting another grave when they start whispering conspiratorially, catching your attention. You look at them and then look at the direction they’re pointing at, standing up.

Your heart stops when you see Marcus Moreno, visiting a grave not far from your father’s. Suddenly, you understand why those old ladies were gossiping.

When you decided to visit your home city, you knew it was bound to happen. The whispers, the gossip, just like back then. But you came prepared, ready for it. You’re not the same from years ago, you’re better now and you’ll not let some rumors ruin all the progress you’ve made so far. So you take a deep breath and walk right towards him. But your courage gets smaller each step you take with the fear of his rejection. By the time you approach him, he’s already turning around to see who’s near him.

“M-Marcus,” you stutter, offering him a small smile.

Marcus looks at you and raises his eyebrows in surprise as he whispers your name. A moment of silence follows as you both stare at each other. He hasn’t seen you since…

“Long time no see,” you finally say, trying to fill the silence with small talk, “you look good.”

“Y-yeah, you too,” he rasps out, clearing his throat and shoving his hands in his pocket, “you look great, actually.”

You laugh softly, “Thanks?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean– It’s just– Back then–”

“It’s okay, Marcus.” You interrupt, “I feel great, actually.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head, eyes flickering with something familiar.

“Yeah.” You sigh, “I… I got help.”

Marcus smiles, nodding at you, “Yeah, I know.” When you frown, a little confused, he explains, “Your mom told my mom and…”

“Oh.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You love your mom, but her talking about you with literally everyone in the town just made the rumors about your mental health worse. That’s why you left after you got released from the mental institution you had checked in, you couldn’t take the gossip anymore.

You couldn’t take the dirty looks and stares, not after what you’ve done to Marcus. As usual, you were labeled as the fucked up one that broke the town’s hero’s heart by rejecting his marriage proposal. Everyone in town kept saying you would’ve been a lovely bride if you weren’t “so sick in the head”. Their words. You hated the stigma around mental illness and everyone here seems to get it wrong in this town.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” You wave a hand at him, smiling, “I don’t really care. I just wish people were more understanding.”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a half-smile, “Me too.”

Your cheeks warm under his gaze, making you look away to the ground where his wife’s grave is.

“I’ve heard about…” You look back at him, unable to continue the sentence, “My mom has loose lips, as you know.” You watch as Marcus looks down, nodding, “I’m so sorry, Marcus.”

Marcus looks back at you with a thankful smile.

“Thank you. I mean it’s been years, but–”

“Still. Grief doesn’t care how many years it’s been. And I know how that feels.”

“Right, you, um…” he says your name, “I’m sorry too. About your father.”

“Thanks.” You nod at him, “Marcus, I–”

“Dad! What’s taking you so long?!”

A high pitched voice interrupts you before you can continue. Behind him, a pre-teen girl walks towards the both of you. A girl with the same eyes as him.

Right. Marcus is a dad now. You knew that, how could have you not heard about Missy Moreno?

“Sorry, honey,” Marcus says, turning to face her and putting his arm around her shoulders. She looks at you with confused eyes, “This is a friend of mine.” Marcus, then, says your name and you smile nodding at her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you offer your hand and she takes it, shaking your hand, a tight smile on her lips. You don’t blame her, being a girl her age, meeting her dad’s friends doesn’t sound so exciting.

“Why are we standing in the cold?” She says and you laugh softly.

“Sorry, this is probably my fault.” You grimace, glancing at Marcus, “I won't hold you any longer, sorry.” Then you smile at him and nod once, “It was good to see you, Marcus.”

When you turn around, you don't see the look Missy gives her dad. The Morenos exchange a silent conversation, the young girl raising her brows and looking at him with incredulous eyes while Marcus just frowns and shakes his head, trying to convince her to not do what she's about to do. She sighs, annoyed, and crosses her arms raising her brows again.

But Marcus clears his throat and calls your name, making you turn back around to face them.

“We, um–” He clears his throat again. “We're going to, uh–”

“We're going to get hot chocolate,” Missy interrupts him, “You can join us if you want.”

You turn your gaze back to Marcus whose cheeks are starting to redden. A small smile curves the corners of your mouth as you nod, “I'd love to.”

…

The small coffee shop is cozy and it gives you the nostalgia of your college days, when you’d get back home during the holidays and huddle up here, in the same shop, on cold days. You order a cappuccino, while Missy and her dad order a hot cocoa.

“So, how did you two meet?” She asks as soon as the three of you sit at a table.

You laugh at Marcus’s reaction, feeling your own cheeks warming up with her upfrontness.

“Well, we met in college.” You start, crossing one leg over the other and cradling your cup of coffee with your hands on the table.

“You don’t have to…” He says softly.

Your eyes meet his, a soft smile on your face.

“It’s okay.” You assure him.

“Yeah, dad, let her tell the story,” Missy complains causing you to laugh.

“Okay, it was my first year in college and my roommate had dragged me to this party,” you tell her, completely ignoring him as he rolls his eyes and groans, “I’m not much of a party person but I ended up going anyway.” You chuckle at the memory of trying to fit in with a bunch of people you didn’t know, “I wasn’t having a good time, to be honest, you know? But then, your dad made me spill my drink all over my clothes…”

“It was an accident!” Marcus chimes in, trying to explain himself.

You narrow your eyes at him, “Of course it was.” Your tone is sarcastic, making Missy laugh, “Either way, we talked all night and instantly became friends. He even walked me back to my dorm that night, like the gentleman he’s always been.”

“Well, you always made it easy,” he says, his voice hoarse and low.

The girl smiles, glancing at her dad that just looks at you. He remembers it like it happened today: you sitting on the corner of the couch, with a red plastic cup in your hands, looking like a fish out of water. The incident with the drink was really unintentional, but, man, he was glad it happened. Now, you look as beautiful as that night, even years later. A soft smile curves his lips as he takes in your face. With a turn of your head, you catch him staring and smile too. His brown eyes are warming just like you remember and, for a second, they make your stomach flips with soft butterflies.

Missy, who’s watching the interaction, clears her throat and says your name, getting the attention of both of you.

“So, are you single?” She asks. You raise your eyebrows, widening your eyes as you laugh awkwardly.

“Missy…” Marcus starts to scold her, but she shrugs, frowning at her dad.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

At that, you burst out laughing, wiping a tear from the corner of your eyes.

“Uh…” You sigh, after calming down, “Yes, Missy, I am single.”

Missy gasps, “My dad’s single too!”

Marcus groans, burying his face in his hands as you feel your own cheeks warming up.

“Tha– That’s good to know.” You stutter, hiding your face behind the paper cup as you take a sip from your coffee.

“Here, go get yourself a muffin.” You see Marcus give her a twenty-dollar bill, cheeks, ears, and neck still red from embarrassment. She soon forgets what the conversation was about and happily hops off her seat to buy a muffin, “I’m sorry about her, she’s been trying to set me up recently.”

You laugh, shaking your head, finally feeling your face cool down a bit, “It’s okay, Marcus. She’s really funny.”

He laughs softly, glancing at his daughter from the table, “She got that from her mom.”

You watch his smile fade away as your heart clenches. Risking a look at her, you see that she’s happily chatting with the cashier lady; your eyes move back to Marcus and you feel a little sorry for him. It’s clear that he didn’t get over the passing of his wife and you don’t know why it makes you a little jealous.

“Marcus, I never…” You hesitate when he looks back at you, eyes full of sorrow, “I never apologized for what happened.”

“There’s no need–”

“There is.” You interrupt him, “You gave me everything… and all I gave you was goodbye. And then I disappeared and it wasn’t fair to you. I know how this town is and how people talk. What did they call it? Champagne problems?”

Marcus scoffs, shaking his head, “Ridiculous name.”

You smile, grateful, “I’m sorry, Marcus. For everything.”

He sighs, gently placing his hand on top of yours. The touch of his skin is electric, but you decide to ignore it for now.

“You really don’t have to apologize,” he tells you, “That was so long ago, and I don’t give a shit about what people say.”

Smiling, you squeeze his hand as you nod, holding back tears.

“And I’m glad you got help,” he continues, “no offense, but you really needed it.”

You snort, “None taken, you’re completely right.”

By the time you three leave the coffee shop, the sun is setting and the air is colder than before. Marcus walks to your car after you say goodbye to Missy, who decides to wait in their car.

“How long are you staying?” He asks as you fumble with your keys.

“Actually, I’m leaving tomorrow,” you tell him, your heart heavy. You wish you had run into him earlier.

“Oh.” You can hear the disappointment in his voice. A pause hangs in the air until you speak.

“Tell you what, why don’t you give me your number? When I come by to visit, we can hang out. The three of us.”

Marcus smiles and pats his suit for a card and a pen, “This is my work number, but…” You watch as he scribbles something on the back of the card, leaning on the door of your car and handing it to you, “This is my cell phone number.”

“Good.” You take a deep breath, “It was nice to see you.”

“Yeah… It was.” His voice is soft, just like his eyes.

Before the awkward silence could stretch, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to a tight hug. It’s comforting, warm, just like you remember. But you let go too soon, before you can get lost in the scent of him, swallowing hard and forcing a smile.

“Take care,” he tells you as you open the door and enters the car.

“You too, Marcus,” you answer and watch him go. As soon as you close the door, tears are already rolling down your cheeks. “You too.”

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midgardsbest · 4 years ago

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Imagine: You feel a bit off today and the argument with your boyfriend Loki doesn’t make things better. What happens when a Steve who doesn’t understand British slang and an overprotective father ruin your sweet plan to get him back?

N/A: Hello dearests, enjoy this new Loki x reader imagine and tell me what are your impressions about it. If you wanna. If you don’t then DEATH. TO ALL OF THEM. Jk. Hope y’all got that reference. 🤟

Warnings: BestFriend!Natasha, Thor is lovely as usual, Dad!TonyStark, Boyfriend!Loki, Language, Fluff, Angst and more fluff, a bit of passion, and British reader/use of British slang (pretty easy and self-explanatory)

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Waking up that morning was tremendously hard. You stumbled against any piece of furniture installed inside of your room by your father, Tony Stark. Well, he was your stepfather, technically, but you weren’t particularly fond of the use of that word.

Yawning your way into the kitchen of the compound, you avoided meeting eyes with Steve. He had been more stressed than usual in the last few days, probably given the upcoming mission. He lashed out at you the day before, or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"I think a cuppa would serve you right."

"A what?"

You looked at him as if he were stupid, but you knew it couldn't be that. "A cuppa? It's.. a cup of tea. You don't know that?" Given his expression, either he was a bit dumb or was just done with you for that day. "No. I like coffee. But thank you."

You weren't mad at him, of course. Nonetheless, ignoring him for a bit did sound like a better idea than trying to cheer him up with your British manners, if you could say. He did not look happy about that.

Staring at the emptiness of your black coffee (and almost gagging at the rough taste), you swallowed the smothering ache in your heart. What was it you were yearning for?

You couldn't place in your mind the exact reason behind this suffering, but you soon grew tired of it. With a pair of eyes following your figure left unnoticed, you dragged yourself up to your room to somehow get ready.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know man. Shouldn't you be locked up in your room like Stark- and he's gone. Thanks for the chat, popsicle."

This was boring, wasn't it? It was raining outside. Perhaps if you were in a rom-com you'd be soaked wet, lightheartedly dancing with a cover of dreamy clouds in the sky, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, pretending you didn't see his "this is the woman I'll marry" eyes consuming you entirely. However, you weren't the protagonist of a rom-com, much less of a poorly written fan fiction. Additionally, your dear boyfriend wasn't officially... well, your boyfriend, and he'd been ignoring you completely. Which hurt, but your pride defeated your consciousness and you didn't want to talk to him about it.

Then, an idea took place in your mind. You had an opportunity to get back your not-much-of-a-boyfriend, the Captain's shy smile and your fun. Some might say even something more along the way.

"I AM DONE. COMPLETELY, UTTERLY DONE."

You slammed the door of Natasha's office, ignoring the frightening look she gave you and pointed to the chair right in front of you with questioning eyes.

"You slammed my door shut, might as well."

Your eyes dropped unnoticeably. Someone would have noticed though, only he wasn't there.

"I gotta do something. Would you help me with it?."

"What would I help you with, exactly? Y/N, if this is one of your unsettled plans..." She leaned back on the chair, tapping the desk with her bare fingernails.

"No! You can trust me on this, Nat. Please do. I'll buy you some nail polish."

"What?"

"WHAT?" Tony on the verge of an anxiety attack wasn't exactly how you thought this plan would go, even though him finding out was not part of it as well.

"Boss, your heart rate is increasing critically."

"Vacation's over. FRIDAY, let's go back to the compound."

You could hear their voices on the other end of the line.

You still didn't utter a word, already having made the mistake of asking your dad when he was bound to return from his "job thing" in Rome. You shouldn’t have said that, because "you never care about it", so it was either a party you were planning or a date. Besides, you might've mentioned the mission that you later remembered, you weren’t supposed to know about.

Your leg was trembling now, having realized the crap mistake you made. "Well shit."

"Y/N!"

"Oh, forgot you were still on. Love you, Dad, bye."

Natasha gawked at you, shaking her head slightly, arms crossed in front of her. This plan was a massive mistake. But it was your plan and you wouldn’t give up on it.

Around noon, Stark made his entry into the structure and went straight to your room, knocking on the door half a time and anchoring his feet to the ground with every step. Hiding your uneven breath, and thanking Nat for her wise advice ("just play sick", she said), you raised the sheets over your painted red nose.

Your dad searched for you in your cosy bedroom, just to find your teary innocent eyes full of greed for success. Maybe you did have a fever.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I thought you were gonna run off to a party or something you kids do."

You shifted under the covers. Shit. That was the plan after all. You were going to coerce Steve into partying with you somewhere you knew Loki would find you, like perhaps that club just around the corner where he wore that leather jacket once. Big story. Regardless, it didn't mean much now that he just vanished from your life.

"I wouldn't have gone anywhere."

An aching cough caught your breath. You tried to keep your eyebrows from furrowing at the actual symptom. You never got sick. Not really, at least.

Tony's eyes were clouded with worry, not liking the sight of you in pain.

"This is what we'll do, kid. You get some rest and I'll have Steve make you some tea."

You sniggered: "Just don't call it a cuppa."

As soon as he left the room, Natasha came out of the bathroom. Your eyes felt heavy, but your mind was still somewhere else.

"You'd make a great actress, has anyone told you that?" she grinned. You liked Nat, especially when you knew she was comfortable enough to enjoy spending time with you. She was your first real friend here at the compound. Your father would keep you hidden here when you were younger, and even though he tried his best to never make you feel like you were alone, he wasn't around much, and always left you with Pepper or Happy, who you now knew as your mother and uncle.

You coughed once again, this time harder, and brought a hand on your chest.

Nat stared at you for a little while.

"You're ill."

"Yeah. And the sun's coming out. This day just couldn't get worse. Did I just manifest getting sick?"

When she stood up from the little chair that was at the side of your bed, she gave you a comforting smile, and then she left, leaving you in Morpheus' arms to fall asleep.

"Do you think perhaps it is best to wake her?"

"Don't be foolish, brother. She is much better like this."

"You mean she's comfortable?"

"I mean she's bearable."

"Ughh."

"Perfect! Lady Y/N, you seem to have awakened."

You looked at the Norse brothers standing at the feet of your bed, still feeling dizzy from your remarkable nap. You hadn't slept this good in a while.

"Thor. Yes. Woken u-uh..p." You stood up. You looked at them. You glanced at them once again.

"OH MY GOD." You quickly covered your face with your hands. Gods, Loki was in your room. He wasn't looking at you, but he was in your room. You could feel his coldness reaching up to your veins - and heart, not only making you feel sick in your stomach but also causing a complementary shameful headache.

"Is uhm... something wrong, Y/N?" Thor's warm voice grounded you slightly but never enough.

With a shallow breath, you released your hands, dropping them along with your head. Looking at the silk white sheets, you wondered if strangling yourself with them would solve anything.

"No, thank you, Thor. Could you just give me a minute to uhm... I need to uh... powder my nose."

He smiled. "Ah yes of course. We'll be in the kitchen."

Your breath hitched. You had to do something.

"Wait!" They altered their steps, this time you looked directly into Loki's ice-blue eyes. "Gotta speak. I mean- I- 'd like to speak to Loki. For a minute. If possible."

Thor adjusted the weight on his feet and then nodded, sizing the room with his comfortable aura.

The instant he left, that same energy vanished, leaving you and that subjugating man to war. A conflict formed of rivalry, an uneasy sense of fear for all that was yet to be said and a deep, desperate need for each other in all ways known to your kind.

You soon grew tired of the dreadful silence. "Are you gonna say anything or shall I speak first?"

"Speak." He kept on staring at the window.

You debated if getting out of the bed would be better for this argument.

"Don't. And there will be no such thing as an argument. I'm not going to force your decision."

You blinked at him. What? Did the ice get to his head?

"Pardon? What decision? And who gave you permission to read my mind, Loki? You left me. Alone. You didn't speak to me for a week. Like... out of nowhere. Just like that- What. Decision." You did get out of bed, now showing your white lace robe to him. If he were looking at you, you'd have felt naked under his gaze.

He kept silent for a while and you did not once stop beholding him.

"I thought you wished not to see me again." He finally witnessed you, completely, entirely, just like you knew he would. Just the way you longed for.

"Why? When did you ever get that impression from me? If I did something wrong please tell me but don't just... don't go away from me."

He attentively took a few steps closer to you. It looked menacing but you knew he was just calculating your next move. He was the prey. But it was you who kept still.

"The bar." The bar?

"What bar?"

"Last week, you brought me to a place. I wore a leather jacket."

Your eyes instantly watered a bit.

"Loki..."

"No. My actions were unnecessary and I shouldn't have- I-."

You broke, fully. You gave in to your heart and hurried to him, still too far across the room. You wrapped your trembling hands around him and almost fell whilst doing so. But he held you mightily, adapting to your action like a lock when it finds its key.

"Lokes... why'd you think that?" You tucked your face in his green and golden armour. "I lo- I know you didn't mean that. You didn't do anything wrong. Please. Is that why you weren't speaking to me anymore?"

Glancing up at him, your gazes met, lost in each other like you could both find your way home. "Yes."

You smiled softly. "Don't do that again. Just talk to me next time."

"There won't be a next time". At that, you frowned. Would he never go out with you again?

"What d'you mean?"

He caressed your cheek, hidden emotions revealed by the trembling of the movement.

"I'll do my best to not do you wrong ever again. It is a promise I'll keep as close to my heart as a dagger."

You giggled dreamily. "Please don't put a knife to your heart."

He moved you closer to his touch. "I won't. But if I do it'll be you who holds the handle."

"You cheeky bastard." And to that, he kissed you ardently, air unneeded for your lungs to work.

N/A: Any idea on what might’ve happened at the club? Also… Loki in a leather jacket.

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taiyaki-choco · 4 years ago

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Moriarty the Patriot Headcanons

s/o who is from the 21st century

Author’s Note: this is written in female pronounce. I think I went too far, anyway please enjoy reading this headcanon!!

Upon opening your eyes, you saw a clear blue sky with warm sun rays bathing you. “Where am I?” You thought. “Is this a dream?” But is too true and too real to be a dream. Your hand brush through the green dewy grass, you brought up a hand to your eyes to block the sun rays and got up from the laying position. You looked around your surroundings, it seems like you are in a garden. Suddenly, there is someone approached you which startled you...

“Uhm... miss? Are you okay?” A tall blonde with ruby red eyes asked with a hint of concerned in his eyes.

He held out his hand to you like the gentleman he is, you stare at his hand a moment before you accepted it.

“May I ask are you lost?” He enquire but based on his observation skills it doesn’t seem like you are from the this timeline as your clothes differs a lot from what they wore.

You explained to him that you are from the 21st century and you somehow ended up waking up in the garden with no knowledge how you are transported here.

“Mmm.. I see, why not you come inside and talk about the details?” He offered. Well, is not like you have a choice since you have nowhere to go and you bet that nobody will believe you, they will think you as a weird or mentally ill person.

After explaining everything to him he then say “I apologise for not introducing myself earlier, I am William James Moriarty.”

Slowly, both of you began to converse and get to know each other more.

“It seems that a lot have changed where some are for the better while some for the worse.” He said having a deep thought about how everything is so different. I mean of course since there is a 100+ years gap.

After talking, William will introduce you to his his brothers. Both of them are quite shocked as William explained to them about your origin. Anyway, they still welcome you with a open heart since William trust you somehow.

At some point, you begin to catch up on what they are actually doing but you have no qualms regarding it as some nobles does deserved it. Since you are not even from the 19th century, you won’t do something stupid to land yourself in hot soup.

You may or may not get yourself involved into their plan. If you do, William will be really happy as someone even from the 21st century does share the same mind as him.

Of course, he will make sure that you won’t be doing something dangerous as he might have found some interest in you.

Well if you both do becoming a couple, both of his brothers will be happy for William as they know their brother do deserve some love. Or maybe a lot...

If you are home sick, don’t worry.. you still have him to give you comfort, you don’t know if you are able to go back or not but for now he will cherish you and help you through tough times as how you will do the same for him as well.

He might think that you are drunk and somehow landed in their manor’s garden.

Then he stop to look at you, the way you dress is weird.. “May I ask how you came into the garden?” He sounded quite harsh but his eyes shows a little concern as don’t you feel cold wearing that little??

You apologise profusely and told him about how you have no knowledge or any idea how you are transported here. You also told him that you are from the 21st century and ask him not to think you are crazy.

He look at you wide wide eyes, taking some time to absorb the information, he will believe you for now as you didn’t show any sign of lying.. he can’t read you as good as his brother but then he does know how to read people because of his past.

He felt sympathy towards you and brought you into the manor, he will let you meet his brothers and they will settle a plan on how to make up a story and do cover up for you to conceal the fact you are from the 21st century.

He might not open up to you at first but slowly he will greet you with a small smile when you wish him good morning.

You can help him with household chores so that it will lighten the burden that he held.

Have once, you offer him the treats that you bake and he is delighted. Slowly, he begin to fall for you because you just have such a kind heart and you do not know when to quit. There are so many times he pushed you away but you somehow able to get his attention.

He is just such a tsundere, please he is precious and protect the smile of his at all cost!!

Once he opened up to you, he will show his affections through actions rather than words by giving you some flowers or even make the desserts you like.

If both of you are a couple, his favourite thing to do with you is to bake together. You would have small talks and making jokes together. He just simply enjoy your company.

When you are sad because you miss your home, he will held you close to him and you will drown into his warmth. He will tell you that you are important to him and he definitely will comfort you.

He knows that it is difficult for you as well to stray home but for now please rely on him.

Well this is interesting... I mean not everyday you will meet someone who is not from your own era.

“Hello miss, if I may ask are you okay? Do you need any help?” His voice is so soothing you don’t think you would want to wake up. “Miss?” He asked again. You are so embarrassed to stare at him.

You told him that you are fine and asking where you were.

“You are in the Moriarty Manor, my name is Albert James Moriarty.” he introduced himself to you, he held out his hand waiting for you to take it.

“Well then, let’s head inside and talk over through tea?” He offered you. After a long explanation he finally understood how you are in the manor’s garden.

“If you don’t mind, why not stay here for the time being?”

He is interested on how the future looks like and like a curious child he will ask many questions like “how the people there are treated?”, “how the mode of transportation have changed?” or even shocked about certain facts.

Well since you are new about the way 19th century works, Albert will teach you what you should and shouldn’t do so that your identity are kept as a secret.

Some day he will bring you out for a walk in town, some people who knows him will think that you are his girlfriend.

“Albert-sama, is this your girlfriend? Such a lovely woman!” The florist that they used to buy flowers greeted him and compliment you at the same time.

You know how playful and a tease he is? Well he will smile and replied “Yes, she is. I’m so lucky to meet her.” You blushed so hard that you can be confused with a tomato.

When you are on the way home, Albert will tell you about what he said earlier is true. Throughout the times he helped you to adapt the 19th century he fall for you.

You will be tomato 2.0

He understand when have times you miss your home but fear not he will be there for you. If you want to cry, he will lend his shoulder for you.

He will spoil you with gifts, flowers and a fancy dinner. At times, you will be reading a book together and enjoy the warmth of each other.

Well his presence itself is imitating, he is just so... tall and big

You feel like you are looking at the Mount Everest.

He might be shocked to see you at first and looking at the weird way you dressed. When you are about to get up, he helped you by holding out his hand for a support which you accepted.

You proceed to ask him where are you which he answer “You are in Durham, England. In the garden of Moriarty manor.”

Looking at your devastated state he then asked “Are you lost?” Even though he is a womaniser he still care about your well being since 1. You have trespassed 2. Based on your clothes, you don’t look like you are from here.

He bought you to the outdoor wooden table and took a seat with you. “You looks like you are not from here, where are you from?” He said softly scared that he would frighten you.

You begin to talk out how you just woke up laying in the garden, you don’t have any proof to show that you are from the 21st century other than what you are currently wearing. He listen to you attentively.

After you have talked out everything, he saw Louis and William is walking towards his direction. Form afar, Louis thought Moran brought back a woman to the Moriarty manor but taking a closer look she is dressing a bit weirdly.

He then told the small but serious problem to William as he knows William can settle and handle the problem well. Apparently, they welcome you which is quite shocking but you are greatful and thankful.

You thank them for letting you stay in their manor.

It’s been months yet you still unable to find a way to go back to the 21st century and this makes you feel quite down, of course Moran realised it as both of you somehow became closer ever since the first meeting.

He will cheer you up by making stupid jokes, he knows how hard it is to lose a person or family who are close to you, who you loves and cherish. If you wanted to rant you, he will lend a ear. He will even give you a hug as a comfort if you are okay with it.

He would teach you self defence as you never know that you will get kidnapped by someone or not. Yes, you somehow knew that what the Moriarty gang are planning and of course you helped them since you know how bad is the class system that time.

He is so proud to see you succeed in various missions, it just boost his pride up. I’m sure sooner or later, he will realise that he hold feelings for you.

Indirectly taking you a date one day by having a nice dinner with you. His heart just melts when he saw how happy you are. He swear that he won’t let you get hurt, he will always protect and be by your side.

He is shocked but he quickly compose himself when he saw you in the garden. He is about to tend the roses in the garden as it is his everyday routine.

Well you didn’t ruin the flowers that a good thing but who are you exactly?? Do you know you are trespassing??

It is such a awkward moment for the both of you keep staring at each other.

You got up and asked where are you at, he would be confused at first but looking at the way you dress, you don’t seems like from England or in this era at all.

He would answer your questions but still wary of you. Who knows you are actually faking it but then when he saw that you were panicking and terrified he started to think that you might have gotten yourself in a sticky situation.

First thing that he thought is to approach William as he knows William will have a solution to handle these kind of problems. Before explaining, you told them not to think you are out of your mind and begin to tell them about how you are from the 21st century and you don’t even know how you are transported to this era.

I mean is not like you are able to meet someone from the future every day.. maybe not even once at all so this is quite bizarre.

Since you don’t know how to go back or when you are able to go back, the Moriarty gang decided to do some cover up at least to make you blend into the 19th century.

You would usually visit the garden since you are fascinated and shocked about how well the flowers are tended. Is not everytime you are able to see full bloom flowers.

You will think how skillful Fred is and you begin to approach him to make some small conversation like asking him about his day or even different types of flowers in the garden.

Slowly, Fred open up to you and found that you and him have a lot of things in common. That’s how you capture his heart.

When he saw how down you look when you miss your home, he will sit together with you and comfort you. He might give you the flowers that he grow to you so that you will cheer up.

He will bring you along whenever he is been given a task by William in town. After he had completed it, he will take you to a cafe and enjoy a cup of drink together.

Both of you would talk about everything and anything. He might confess to you that day and if you do accept it he will place a kiss on your cheek.

Please don’t tease him, this precious boy would be so embarrassed and started stammered while talking to you.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #fred porlock

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A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Cold

Aaaand we're back! Sorry for the long wait, college is wack.

Uhh big angst warning for this chapter. I can't really tell if this is angstier than the rest of the chapters? But the warning is there.

As I said earlier, I am going to be rewriting this fic as I add to it. Nothing major will change, but I kinda cringe a little when I read back on it because I feel like my style has developed more as I've written.

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I hope y'all enjoy!

The rustling of the leaves above were the loudest sound Warriors heard outside camp. Between the soft snores of his companions, the distant flowing stream, and the cackling of the fire, perhaps he should have let himself relax, if only a little. Being as rigid as a board would do no one any good if monsters came, yet Warriors could not force himself to relax. Strained eyes jumped between the other Links, the world outside their overhang, and the only other two not resting.

Whatever allowed Wild to be semi-coherent hours ago had faded as night went on, stuttering chest still rising and falling roughly.

Twilight hadn’t left Wild’s side, still holding tightly to the boy’s clammy hand. Warriors let out a sigh, trying to force some tension from his shoulders as he stood, slowly making his way over.

“You need to get some sleep.” Warriors settled next to him, still keeping a sharp ear out for potential monsters. He had made the mistake of letting down his guard, and he wouldn’t do it again.

“I’ll sleep after your watch.” Twilight was lying, and they both knew it.

“You make fun of Time for taking on too much, but you’re the same damn way.” Warriors huffed.

“Pot, meet kettle.” Twilight snarked and Warriors rolled his eyes at yet another dumb country metaphor. “Besides, be careful what you say, Old Man is probably listening.”

“It’d be hard not to with how loud you two are.” A voice said from Time’s bedroll.

“Sorry, Time.” Warriors and Twilight spoke in unison, chuckling lightly when they heard a tired sigh and grumbling.

“Any signs of Wild waking up again?” Warriors nodded towards Wild’s restless form, keeping his voice far lower.

“Nah. I wouldn’t be so worried if he was getting some actual sleep.” As if sensing his name Wild shifted once again, letting out unidentifiable croaks and murmurs. Twilight stroked his thumb across the back of Wild’s pale hand in an attempt to soothe him once more.

“Yeah…” Warriors spoke awkwardly. “The worst will be over soon, then he’ll be able to start healing. Hylia knows Legend and Hyrule are going to shove a rainbow of potions down his gullet when he can handle it.” Warriors joked, feeling success at the small chuckle he received from the other young man.

“I know he’ll be okay, but…” Twilight trailed off, looking down once more at his protege

“Yeah, it’s hard to see him like this.” Warriors nodded.

“Well yeah but I’m worried for what comes after.” Twilight’s eyes still hadn’t met his.

“What do you mean?”

“When he comes to, how much of these nightmares is he going to remember? Some are fake, but his brain is already… addled.” Twilight said for lack of a better word.

“You’re worried about the memories.” Warriors understood now.

“Yeah. He doesn’t remember anything besides a few memories, I’m worried the real ones will mix with the fake ones and just confuse him more.” Warriors hadn’t even thought of that.

“He’ll be okay once he’s aware enough to talk them through, that’s always seemed to help him in the past.” Warriors reassured, clamping a head on his companion’s shoulder. “I know there’s a lot in the air right now, but we need to focus on the now. We’ll deal with the future when we get there.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks War.” Twilight smiled at his companion, finallying meeting his eyes. Both settled in against the wall, taking comfort in the other’s presence.

Cold, scared, confused. Fear struck his heart when he felt the familiar emotions, among others he couldn’t name. His lungs spasmed, and he felt himself cough roughly. Drowning… was he drowning? He didn’t feel wet, water meant drowning… right? Something warm and gentle slid across his hand and he shivered. What was touching him? Was it bad?

No… cold was bad, warm was good, or so he thinks. Yes that seems right. And what was touching him was warm so he could trust it. Yeah, that logic made sense.

Something was wrong though, he shouldn’t be feeling this way. This wasn’t normal. He tried to open his eyes. Wait, when did those get there? He had a body, and bodies had names. Did he have a name? Whatever was blocking his eyes refused to budge, or perhaps it wasn’t even trying. He felt his ears flicker when a noise drew close to him, and the warmth caressing his hand paused. No, don’t stop! He cried out, or he thought he did.

The warmth moved from his hand, allowing the cold to flood back, and he tried to cry out, he wanted to be warm he didn’t want to be cold. He relaxed once more when the warmth moved under his eye, under his eye… his cheek. The hand pushed into the skin of his cheek softly, and he tried to focus on what he heard above him, but he couldn’t push down his panic. What was his name? Everyone had a name, what was his name?

The warmth, which he now recognized as a hand, pushed his cheek with more intent, the noises growing louder. But he couldn’t focus on that, he could only focus on the empty space where his name, his very identity should be. What was his name? Everything would be okay if he could just remember his damn name-

“Wild?” A voice echoed above him, snapping him back from his spiral. Wild… that didn’t sound quite right, but it certainly didn’t sound wrong, and he clinged to it. Wild, Wild, Wild. That was him!

“Wild?” Another voice asked, and Wild was sure it was a different one. The hand patted his cheek, and Wild felt his nose scrunch. He didn’t like that.

“Wild? Are you awake? Can you open your eyes?” Wild’s ears perked at the tone, an odd mix of hope and concern. Now out of his spiral, Wild tried once more to open his eyes. Shutting them tightly once more when light assaulted his vision. He felt his head being turned, vertigo crashing into him, only relaxing when his nose brushed against something slightly course but soft.

“Try again.” The voice coaxed. Wild was skeptical, but did as he was told. With great strength, Wild peeled open his eyes. Even after his eyelids revealed the world around him he couldn’t see right away, it took a while for his vision to clear, yet the voice never grew impatient. He felt heat to his back, and it felt like a fire. Maybe that’s what was so bright. After the fuzziness finally faded, Wild could see he was facing a chest, but it looked odd. There was something missing around the shoulders...

“There he is.” The other voice proclaimed quietly.

“How are you feeling, Cub?” Wild felt the chest he was facing vibrate as the person spoke. Cub… cub.

“Tw’ligh?” Wild slurred, wincing at the dryness of his throat.

“Yeah, Cub.” Wild looked up at the face above him, who looked positively elated for some reason. Wild finally realized why the man looked so off, the usual pelt wrapped around his shoulders was gone. Wild glanced around, eyes slow and fluttering. After looking down he finally realized it was covering him instead.

Wild tried to blink away the fog. That wasn’t right, this was Twilight’s pelt. Oh no, did Wild steal it? That wasn’t very nice…

“Wild?” The other voice washed over him once more, and Wild realized it had probably been a while since he had responded.

“War?” Wild recognized the bright blue scarf, and the eyes that matched. The fog was slowly receding from his mind, but annoyingly stuck around the edges.

“That’s me.” Warriors confirmed with a fond smirk. “How are ya feeling?”

Wild didn’t know how to answer that. Everything hurt, his muscles felt heavy and useless, his head pounded, his throat was on fire… worst of all…

“Cold.” Wild rasped, trying to bury his face into the chest beside him, enjoying the rumble he felt and the sound of a fond chuckle.

“Sorry, Wild. Your fever hasn’t broken yet, we can’t let you get too hot.” Twilight really did sound sorry, but that doesn’t sound right. Fever means hot.

“Cold.” Wild stressed again, his small movement sending a spike of pain around his ribs. “Hurts.” Wild whimpered at the aches and pain that surrounded his body, especially his ribs.

“I know, Cub. It’ll get better soon.” Twilight promised.

“How?” How did he know that? Wild didn’t understand. Goddesses, it felt like he was dying-

Wild froze at that thought. No, no Twilight would tell him. Twilight wouldn’t be so happy, he wouldn’t. The conversation continued as Wild’s world was crashing down on him.

“Your fever hasn’t broken, but it is getting cooler.” An optimistic voice continued, not noticing his panic. Why were they so calm? Wild was dying, he was dying! He felt his breaths get more labored, only sending further panic shooting through him. No, he needed to breathe, breathing meant life and Wild was alive he wasn’t dead he was alive-

“-we’ll fix it, Wild, I promise.” Wild tuned in once more and his heart lurched. Fix it? No, no , no, nononono.

“N-no!” Wild cried out, trying to sit up.

“Woah!” Warriors bolted forward to keep Wild from agitating his illness further. They just got water in his system, they didn't want him to throw it back up now.

“Tw-i. Don’t. P-please don’t.” Wild pleaded.

“Don’t what? Cub we’re not going to do anything.” Twilight’s voice tried to be calm, but the underlying panic only sent Wild further into his spiral. Twilight knew and he was hiding it! The shrine… not the shrine.

“Na- the shrine. P-please. Anythin’ but the shrine. Just let me go.” Wild begged, coughing roughly at the end. Twilight felt his chest grow cold and his stomach drop. ‘Let me go’, ‘No more shrine’, Twilight felt lightheaded. He knew what it meant. Let me die.

“No, no Cub, you’re not hurt. Not badly, you’ll recover.” Twilight tried to reassure but Wild was too far gone.

“Hey, hey.” Wild felt a different pair of hands on his cheeks, calloused from constant swordsmanship, but impossibly gentle. “Calm down.�� Warriors soothed, brushing aside Wild’s bangs. No! He didn’t understand. He couldn’t do it, not again. He couldn’t wake up with nothing but a name he didn’t recognize, cold, hungry, scared, alone.

“No shrine, nothing like that. We’re staying right here.” Warriors comforted. Wild shook his head, ignoring the nausea it brought. They didn’t understand, he would forget again. He would forget again. Zelda, the Champions, Riju, Teba, Yunobo, Sidon, the Links. All of them.

“Wild.” Twilight’s voice was soft, but stern, demanding Wild’s attention. “Wild look at me.” A hand took his chin, and he was met with dark blue eyes swirling with intense emotions, half of which Wild couldn’t name. “We’re staying right here. We’re nowhere near the shrine. You’re just sick, you’ll get better, on your own.” Twilight specified, rambling in the hopes that Wild would finally understand. Twilight felt his chest loosen when Wild calmed down slightly.

Twilight wouldn’t lie about that, Wild could trust him.

“No shrine?” Wild confirmed.

“No shrine.” Twilight put on his most reassuring smile, covering his turmoil at Wild’s earlier words.

“Never. Promise.” Wild demanded in the most stern tone he could muster, and judging by Twilight’s shaky smirk he didn’t do a very good job.

“I promise, Cub.”

“Yeah, Hylia knows we wouldn’t even know how to work it- ouch! What it’s true.” Wild tried to laugh at the indignant noise, but all that came out was a coughing fit. He still didn’t understand what was going on, but there was no rush or panic or shouting. It wasn’t like the first time. There were no lasers, or carnage, or desperate screaming.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Twilight deemed after Wild’s fit had passed. “You need more rest.” Wild shook his head. He wanted to stay here, away from the things he sees when he closes his eyes. It was nice here, the fog was finally parting and if he went to sleep it would surround him again.

“Yes, Wild.” Wild heard Warriors laugh at Twi’s exasperated tone.

“No.” Wild commanded, well aware of how much he sounded like a petulant child.

“Wild, we’ll be right here. You need sleep. Real sleep.” Wild shook his head again.

“I’d be careful. Mama bear is ready to knock you out.” Warriors teased, yelping when Twilight used his free arm to smack his shoulder.

“Wild, I swear to Hylia, you are going to sleep.” Twilight threatened. Wild huffed. Fine. Wild lifted a shaky and weak hand from under the pelt, pausing to rest the limb above the covers. Slowly he lifted his left hand, barely reaching his target. He swatted uselessly at Twilight’s chest, trying to find a grip. Finally he managed to snag onto the older’s tunic, just above his heart.

“What are you doing?” Twilight chuckled, all ire forgotten at the Cub’s clumsy actions. This would be the hard part. Wild prepped himself, before putting all his strength into his left arm and pulling himself up as far as possible. Even the simple motion of pulling himself up was like climbing a mountain, all his stamina depleted by the time he put his plan into action as his ribs jolted and burned. His world twisted and swirled as dizziness washed over him, his head feeling light and his eyes watering.

“Wild!” Twilight yelped in surprise, hopefully not waking the camp. Automatically his arms flew around Wild to catch the boy now cradled to his chest. “What the hell are you doing?” Twilight asked again, far more bafflement and scolding in his tone. Wild stubbornly shoved his head into the crook of Twilight’s neck, breathing hard. Nausea surrounded him and his aching muscles cramped and twitched. Twilight winced as Wild coughed directly into his throat. Good things this wasn’t contagious.

“You can’t do that! You can’t push your body like that!” Twilight scolded, his words contradicted his actions as he rubbed soothing circles into Wild’s back.

“I mean, you could have asked.” Warriors agreed, smirking at the scene before him now that Wild seemed to be recovering from his little stunt.

“Stay.” Wild demanded, gripping Twilight’s shirt as the other was cradled to his own chest uselessly. His body had no more energy left to spare and he relied completely on Twilight to keep him from falling.

“I’m right here.” Twilight’s exasperated tone morphed more into confusion. Twilight wasn’t getting it. He was warm. Wild was so cold, and he wanted to be warm. Even if that meant soaking up heat from Twilight like a lizard did on a sunny rock.

“Warm.” Wild’s lips twisted into a crooked smile, not aware enough to try and make both the scarred and unscarred sides of his face match. Warriors didn’t even hide his fond grin at the cheesy sight before him, and Twilight’s shocked face was certainly a bonus.

“Wild your fever.” Twilight chided nervously, attempting to gently get Wild away from his body heat. Even being in his lap was pushing it, Hyrule told him to be careful before he went to bed.

“Warm.” Wild huffed, annoyed at Twilight moving too much. Twilight glared at the muffled laugh he heard from Warriors. ‘Help me!’ Twilight mouthed, glaring at him as the other just shrugged and smirked. Jackass. Twilight supposed it would be okay for a little bit, but… just until Wild fell asleep. Besides, Twilight couldn’t bring himself to push Wild off with the dopey and lopsided the grin the younger had. Instead Twilight tucked the covers and pelt around him, knowing he made the right choice when Wild sighed happily and burrowed further. It was the most content he had seen Wild in days, and if Hyrule found out Twilight had disobeyed his instructions and kicked his ass, it’d be worth it.

“We can watch his fever. Let him have this.” Warriors confirmed the voice in his head, and Twilight relaxed at the fact someone else agreed, allowing himself to lean against the wall to better support Wild’s weight.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna move him.” Wild made a noise that Twilight could only interpret as agreement, and tried not to laugh and disturb the boy curled into him.

“He can understand what we’re saying… that has to be progress, right?” Warriors questioned.

“Yeah, but at this point his fever breaking is the best we can hope for.” Twilight responded as he felt Wild succumb to sleep once more. Twilight didn’t want to admit how worried he was that his fever would never break. He knew that Wild would get better, really he did. But Hylia what Wild had said… what would Twilight do if he had the option. If Wild was dying in his arms and he had a choice. If he had a choice between Wild living with no memories, waking up with them all gone, probably long dead, alone and scared. Or letting Wild, his cub, die. Both options almost sent Twilight over the edge of despair just picturing it.

“Stop.” Warriors scolded, eyes peering into him. Twilight snapped out of his thoughts and glanced back in surprise. “I know what you’re dwelling on. Stop it. It won’t help anything.” Warriors’ tone was harsh, but his eyes were compassionate.

“I know but-”

“No buts. It won’t come to that.”

“You don’t know that.” Twilight’s voice cracked ever so slightly. Warriors sighed, of course he didn’t. Of course Twilight wasn’t the only one who thought at night about where this quest could lead.

“None of us do. But focusing on what-ifs, especially insanely specific ones, doesn’t help it just makes us all suffer. All of us, Twilight.” Warriors stressed, relieved at Twilight’s eyes widening, knowing he had gotten through. The words were harsh, but Twilight never listened when it was just his health on the line. He needed to know that watching him go through that hurt, just as it hurt them when one of the other Links were in a pit of anger and hurt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Twilight squeezed Wild, needing to feel his heartbeat against his own. He focused on the breaths he felt against his neck. They were shallow and rough but they were there.

“Don’t be, I get it.” Warriors assured. “But let's face it if we think about everything that could happen on this crazy fucking quest we’ll be here for weeks.”

“Yeah…” Twilight shifted, ensuring Wild didn’t have too much pressure on his ribs.

“I’ll watch his fever, you need to rest.” Warriors commanded softly.

“You know that’s not happening.” Twilight glared.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep, I asked you to rest. You need it.” Warriors raised a challenging eyebrow, turning concerned when Twilight just nodded.

“Yeah… okay. Just make sure he doesn’t get too hot.” Twilight leaned his head against the rock, shushing Wild when he mumbled and huffed as his pillow moved. Warriors reached over and placed his hand on the cub’s forehead.

“It’s fine for now.” Warriors smiled, happy the raging fever had dulled, even a little.

Both Warriors and Twilight quieted, and Twilight allowed himself to simply breathe as Warriors kept a sharp eye on the world around them.

~~~

Wild is on a mission and no one shall stop him.

Thank you all for reading! I'll update the summary when I rewrite a chapter so you all know.

And thank you all again so much for the support. I love every comment, and I’m so glad so many people enjoy this story!

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