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jurassicsickfics · 1 year ago

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I've been thinking again about a stoic sickie who wants to keep it together so badly and keep working but it's so obvious they're not doing okay. They're feverish, coughing, sniffling, shaking, pale, the whole nine yards.

Eventually their caretaker confronts them and sickie just completely breaks down, all that shoved down pain coming right back up. They start crying and become super clingy, constantly wanting to be held and comforted.

I thought you might like that scenario, feel free to use any characters you'd like

Awww I love this! So cute. I'd like to start by saying I hope this isn't gonna be weird for you because the characters I chose are related. In no way whatsoever do I ship these two nor am I trying to ship them with this fic. I just like their relationship and I think a nice sickfic comfort between them would be cute. Enjoy!

(This is based somewhere in time between Halloween Kills and Halloween Ends)

As October rapidly approached, Laurie had been relentlessly training, target practicing, gun cleaning and knife sharpening for weeks. She rarely ever took a moment to sit down and certainly wasn't eating enough. Allyson had been trying to convince her to take it easy but, as usual, she wouldn't listen. In all her stubborn glory, Laurie was determined to keep on preparing.

One night, however, Allyson felt that she shouldn't hold her tongue this time. She'd been watching Laurie all day because her grandmother seemed...off. She'd noticed her trembling and shaking, which truthfully wasn't all that unusual, but there wasn't a clear cause like a nightmare or a startling noise like usual. She'd also taken note of just how pale and tired she looked. Which, again, not too unusual. Laurie wasn't exactly known for her good sleeping habits thanks to nightmares. Allyson considered brushing it off as Laurie's usual problems, until she heard a noise from the livingroom...

"Achoo!"

Allyson's gaze immediately flew to Laurie. "Bless you." She said, her expression one of worry and mild confusion. Laurie never sneezed unless she inhaled dust or pepper or something, and...it didn't seem that anything like that had happened. Laurie plucked a tissue from the box on the side table and blew her nose into it with an aggravated groan. "Thanks." Came the short, soft reply. Her voice was softer than usual, and she sounded stuffy.

A couple more sneezes and several phlegmy coughs later, Allyson decided to say something.

"Hey, grandma, are you feeling ok? You seem like you're maybe, um...sick or something."

Laurie glanced up from cleaning her gun. "Yeah, I'm fine. Must've just got into some dust cleaning yesterday." The older woman replied, brushing off her granddaughter's concern with a wave of her hand. Allyson sighed. She should've known. Laurie would never admit weakness unless she was on her death bed. Heck, probably not even then if she could get away with it.

Later in the afternoon, after the sun had warmed the autumn air, Laurie was in the woods, laying into a punching bag tied to a tree while Allyson watched from her seat on a fallen tree.

The final girl's punches and kicks were weaker than usual, and she was breathing heavier, and through her mouth. She took more frequent breaks and flinched on impact as if her body was sore. Allyson hated seeing her grandmother suffer this way; it was more than obvious that Laurie was sick. The teenager had initially planned on letting her eventually admit it herself, but seeing Laurie nearly fall on her butt in a moment of dizziness and coughing was the last straw.

"Hey um...I think maybe we should go back up to the house and relax for a while. You're really not looking too well now. " Allyson stated, her tone firm, but gentle.

Laurie stared at her for what seemed like forever, her eyes wide, clearly shocked that anyone would point out her weakness that way.

Allyson was kicking herself inwardly, convinced she was about to get her butt kicked for that.

But then she saw Laurie's eyes well up with tears, and her expression crumpled into a fit of loud, unrestrained sobbing. Now it was Allyson's turn to stare in shock. She'd seen Laurie cry before, but never like this. Never openly and loudly like that.

"Oh- Oh I'm so sorry, it's ok, don't cry, pleas-" the teenager stammered, being cut off by a wail from the older woman.

Laurie coughed through her sobs and managed to choke out, "I-I...you're right...you're r-right...I-I'm sick...I've been sick...all day..I feel awful..."

Allyson's expression softened. "Hey, it's ok...why didn't you say anything?"

Laurie sniffed a few times as her nose ran like a faucet. She wiped her nose on her own shirt and tried to catch her breath before answering, "I...I can't show weakness..he'll...he'll get me.."

Allyson felt her heart break a little. She knew exactly who "he" was.

Allyson stepped closer and pulled Laurie into a tight, protective hug. Laurie was quick to bury her face in her granddaughter's shoulder, sobbing all the while as Allyson tried to reassure her. Part of her felt weird accepting affection like this, but another part of her, the bigger part at the moment, was sick and desperate for comfort. Allyson kept her arms around her as she lead her up to the house. The cool fall air had a bite to it that made Laurie's muscles and joints ache in that awful, flu-like way.

As soon as the pair were in the house, with the doors and windows all shut and locked as per Laurie's tearful request, they made their way to the couch.

Allyson sat beside her sick grandmother on the couch, rubbing her back and dabbing at the endless flow of tears and snot with a tissue. No matter what she said or did, Laurie couldn't be consoled.

"I know...I know you don't feel good, it's ok..." Allyson crooned, speaking to Laurie in the same way she always talked to her when she was sick. When the only response she got was more pitiful wails, she asked, "What can I do to help you calm down?"

Laurie sniffled and forced a few shaky breaths. "J-just hold me...please..."

Allyson would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised; allowing herself to be comforted was one thing, but actually asking to be held was so far out of character for Laurie that it worried her. But she wasn't about to deny her. She pulled her as close to her as she could on the couch until she was practically on her lap. Actually, in a few moments she was on her lap. With that, Allyson held her close, wrapped a blanket around them both and started to slowly rock.

With Allyson's embrace and rocking, soothing nature shows on TV, and the sound of an autumn rainstorm pattering against the roof and windows, Laurie's tears dried up and she quickly fell asleep. Allyson didn't move until morning, and even then she didn't go far from her grandmother's side. Not until she was better at least. She'd never seen her get upset like that, she never wanted to see it again, so if Laurie wanted to be held for hours, then so be it.

#sickfic #cold #sneeze scenario #coughing #story requests #laurie strode #allyson nelson #halloween 2018 #halloween kills #halloween ends #family fluff #hurt/comfort

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prudentiae · 7 years ago

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coughs all over your inbox.

—— oh, hon.

#( at least cover your mouth; dear. )#i'd say 'bless' but this isn't anything to sneeze at.#valfreyan #✗ my half-baked scheme; up in smoke ( shenanigans. )

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butyoumakemesohot · 2 years ago

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are you ever going to write anything with st/eve x reader?? i got so excited when you posted about it :(

i hear you anon. here is a lil bit of steve x reader just for you! (i opted for steve as the sickie but if anyone would like to see something where reader is sick instead, lmk!!)

It always starts the same: Steve sleeps shamelessly through his alarm, through the beginning of his shift, through the countless times you've murmured his name and run your hand over his bare shoulders until he finally stirs, mid-morning light peeking through the blinds.

"Y/N?" he rasps.

You set down the book you've been reading, reaching down to brush some hair out of his face. He may be getting sick, but you can't help but smile at the sound of his voice. Mornings are lonely without him.

"Yeah, Stevie?"

"Hh'URSHHHhew! Hehh... Heh'TSCHHHew!"

He grimaces at the wet spot on his pillow, tiredly shifting his head away from it. His eyes are still closed, face flushed from a fever that must've developed overnight.

"Bless you," you whisper.

"Thangk you." He swipes at his nose roughly, a troubled wrinkle forming between his brows. "I thingk... *snurrff!* I caught Robid's cold."

You giggle. "Yeah, I'd say that's a fair assumption."

Luckily, you're always prepared - maybe a little too prepared, but knowing Steve, it's always necessary. You reach for the thermometer sitting on the nightstand, urging him to part his lips just enough to place it beneath his tongue.

"100.8," you announce grimly. "Guess Robin's gonna have to work by herself today, hm?"

"Karmba works ihhhn mbysterious - Hehh... Hh'PTSCHHHHh! *snffgg* Hh’SCHHHHEW! Excuse mbe."

He sniffles thickly, his entire frame heaving from beneath the covers due to the force of his sneezes. You inch closer to him and place a hand against his cheek, nearly hissing at how warm it is.

"Bless you. Can you open your eyes for me?"

He blinks up at you after a few moments, a sleepy grin forming on his face. You smile back at him. There's your Steve.

"Aw, sombebody was mbissig mbe, huh?"

"Something like that." You reach for your nightstand again. "Let me prepare you some medicine, okay? I went out this morning and got -"

"Doe," he says gruffly, eyes already slipping shut again. "Sleep."

"Steve."

"It's the best mbedicide. *snfffg!* Trust mbe."

You wish he was easier to stay mad at. Especially as he slips his arm out from beneath the covers, draping it across your lap and urging you to lay down with him.

Which is how you end up laying on your side, your chin resting on top of his head and his arms wound tightly across your waist so that sharing a single pillow isn't as hard of a feat. He's warm, so warm, and you can feel his ragged breath hitch against your chest on every inhale.

"Isd't this better?"

His hair is tickling your nose; you try to flatten it gently, carding your fingers through the silky strands until it turns into an act of affection.

"We should really sit up," you insist, although you'd definitely much rather do anything but move. "Your nose is all stuffed up."

"Dod't care," he says stubbornly. "Just wadda - Hh’PSCHHHH! Oh, fuck, I'm so sor- Heh...! Hp’TCHHhhew! Hh’TSCHHHHh!"

A harsh spray lands against your chest, his body uncontrollably jerking forward with each sneeze. He scrambles to wipe away any trace of wetness with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, eyes filled with worry.

"Shit, babe, shit. You're godda get sick dow. *snxxg!* Fuck mbe. I'mb so sorry. I really -"

"Steve." You laugh, resting your palm against his cheek so that he'll look at you again. He does. "It's okay. I was bound to get sick eventually."

"Yeah, but..." He frowns, sniffling his reddened nose. "That was so gross."

"Babe, you used to wear a sailor outfit to work everyday. You think a few sneezes are suddenly gonna turn me off?"

That makes him smile. The rest of his features soften a bit, but his eyes are still wide and uneasy. You press a reassuring kiss against the center of his forehead, scrubbing your thumb against your favorite pair of moles on his cheek.

"Admbit it," he murmurs, letting his head rest against you once again. "You liked the sailor outfit. *snfff!*"

You roll your eyes, happy that he can't see the flustered grin you're wearing. "Whatever you say. Now get some rest, alright?"

#snzfic #snzario #snzblr #snz kink #sneezefic #sneeze fic #sh #st #drabble

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

#heros and villains #ask game #200 followers #thank you so much

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stormysnz · 2 years ago

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💬, 💁🏼, and 🖊 for Noah, please? Thank you!! ❤️❤️ love your work!!

Of course! Thanks lovely anon ^^ 💬 What do they respond to blessings? Do they bless others? If so how?

Typically, you can count on a quiet, maybe mumbled out 'Thank you' as a response to a blessing from Noah. If he's in a situation where he's getting slightly embarrassed from the sneezing and the attention, he may not say anything, but even in this situation, it's usually just a quiet 'Thank you'. If he's not uncomfortable with the situation at hand, still a response, but a much more confident and vocal "Thanks" before he continues on to whatever else he'd been doing/saying. He also blesses others pretty compulsively, and will most definitely bless his close friends and loved ones.

💁 How would other characters typically describe their sneeze?

Mmm, other characters probably would describe Noah's sneezing as incessant or consistent. Once he starts up, he's got a hard time stopping. And even if the sneezing isn't back-to-back-to-back rapid, it's still continuous and steady over time, which can definitely draw some unwanted attention. Another descriptor that might be used is irritated - Noah's a sneeze-prone person in general, especially during allergy season, and anyone who's spent any type of time in the same room as him during this knows it. So, most people can tell when there's something else bothering him because the few normal sneezes quickly turns into a flurry of desperate fits.

🖊 Tell us something about their snz we might not know just from written spellings/description.

This one's kinda a hard one but...I'd say that his sneezes are definitely full body movements lol. What I mean by that is that his shoulders always hitch up in time with his buildups, his frame always shudders with the force of a sneeze, he's ducking his head somewhere to direct the sneeze, etc...His body is just always moving throughout his sneezes. God forbid a fit hits him while he's walking or doing something, 'cause he's definitely someone to get clumsy and drop things/trip over his feet because of his sneezes and how they move through his entire body.

#OC: Noah #thanks for the ask!#i actually do love the idea of him getting clumsy while sneezing...may have to write something with that soon

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hurt-care · 6 years ago

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Ahh this isn't a specific prompt but I'd love to see more of our favorite sick werewolf if you ever feel inspired..

I’m always inspired to write him ;)

Tonks stumbled into the Grimmauld Place, tripping on the troll leg umbrella stand for what she was certain was the hundredth time that year. For someone that spent as much time at Headquarters as she did, it was ridiculous that it still managed to get in her way. Maybe this was a long-game prank courtesy of two so-called Marauders who could often be found together in the house.

Or maybe it was just Remus. Her clumsiness seemed to intensify when he was around. Maybe it was the giddiness of finally navigating the beginnings of a relationship that left her so wobbly on her feet. But it didn't matter if she tripped; things usually ended up with them tumbling into bed anyway.

She dropped her work satchel and shrugged out her travelling cloak, tossing it over a coat hook in the hall. It was Tuesday morning and the house was quiet. At this hour during the week no one would be here except for Sirius and perhaps Remus. Tonks had just finished an overnight shift for the Ministry and she was too wound up to sleep. Maybe a chat with Sirius and a cup of tea would be enough to calm her enough to go home to her flat and rest.

Just as she started to head towards the kitchen, the library door opened and Remus emerged rubbing one eye with the palm of his hand and yawning. He was still in his pyjamas, wearing blue and green plaid flannel bottoms and a loose t-shirt with small hole at the collar. He had a grey cardigan overtop with the sleeves rolled up.

He froze at the sight of her and flushed pink.

“Wotcher, Remus,” she said cheerfully. “Just get up?”

“Er, no,” he said. His voice was his usual hoarse Welsh lilt but it sounded quieter and rougher today. “I didn't think anyone would be coming round here.”

“Well, it's just me,” she said, stepping forward to give him a hug. “No need to get flustered. I just got off work and figured I'd stop in and say hello.”

She went to wrap her arms around his middle but he stepped backwards and shook his head.

“That's not a good-” he started to say, but his voice faltered and his breath hitched a little. He wrinkled his nose and made a little sound of frustration. “I-” he began to say again, but he hitched once more and turned sharply away from her, raising an arm to shield his nose.

Hurh-TSGHHT!

He sneezed harshly and coughed a few brief hacks before he turned to face her again.

“Sorry, bless me,” he stammered, extracting a handkerchief from the pocket of his cardigan. He pressed it lightly to his nostrils, dabbing away some moisture.

“Are you sick?” she asked, concerned.

“Just a little cold,” he croaked. “I'm fine.”

“Where's Sirius?” she asked. “Want to have a cuppa with me?”

“He's upstairs, I think,” Remus replied. “I don't know if either of us are good company at the moment.”

“I don't need good company, I need some tea,” Tonks said with a laugh. “C'mon. You look like you need one too.”

They went to the kitchen and Remus dropped into a chair with a sigh, tugging his cardigan sleeves down and folding his arms. He looked somehow younger in his pyjamas; a change from his usual tweedy professorial garb. His hair still aged him though, greying at the temples and across the top in a wave of silver through sandy brown. Tonks ruffled it affectionately as she passed by with the kettle.

“How long you been sick, then?” she asked, setting the kettle to boil with her wand and carefully taking down two mugs from the cabinets.

“Since last night,” he said wearily. “It's just a cold, Tonks. Don't worry.”

“But tomorrow night,” she began. He cut her off with a wave of his hand.

“Don't worry,” he repeated.

She plopped the tea bags into the mugs and poured in the boiling water. Tomorrow night was a full moon and she knew he'd be feeling it today. She tried to give him some space in the few days before and after when she knew he felt achy and on edge. But he was easy to worry about and she often found herself wondering how she could make things better for him without hurting his pride. Everything with Remus was a careful dance and Tonks was notoriously clumsy. Still, they were stumbling along somehow.

“There,” she said, setting down a mug of tea in front of him and leaning over to kiss the top of his head. “Drink up.”

His lips twisted into a half-smile and he nodded gratefully, curling his hands around the warm cup.

“Tell me about your work last night,” he asked hoarsely. “Why were you on overnight?”

“Apparently someone spotted notorious criminal Sirius Black in Northumberland. I spent the night patrolling the edge of a forest.”

“Ah,” Remus said around a sip of tea. “Did you catch him?”

“Just a drifter type passing through and a few deer were all I ended up reporting,” she said, grinning. “No notorious criminals.”

Remus chuckled and coughed hard afterwards, his lungs irritated by the laugh. He sniffled and pressed the side of his wrist to his nose.

“Can I get you anything?” Tonks asked, concerned. “Some Pepper-Up? Another kind of cold tonic?”

“Snape doesn't like me taking anything else alongside the Wolfsbane,” he croaked.

“Snape is a sadist,” Tonks replied. “There must be something you can have.”

“Tea is fine,” he said wearily. “Besides, it - ehhh...hehh'TSGHXHH!”

He broke off, fumbling in his pocket for his handkerchief and getting it to his nose in time to muffle a damp-sounding sneeze. He gave a short, productive blow and pinched the cloth off the end of his sharply sloped nose.

Tonks was just starting to open her mouth to bless him when he sneezed again with a throaty, rough sound

Hrhh-TSCHXHHTT!

“Bless-”

Ngh'TSGHHT!

Remus lingered with the handkerchief over his nose, breathing shallowly.

“Bless you?” Tonks offered finally.

Remus groaned and blew his nose again.

“Ugh, sorry,” he said softly.

“You look done in, love,” she said “Why don't you go back to bed?”

“I was trying to get some things done in the study,” he replied, tucking his handkerchief into his pocket again. “And Sirius was being a right bastard this morning so I'm not keen to go back up there.”

“When is he nota bastard in the morning?” Tonks teased.

“True. Having the first class of the day with him was never fun. It would take him until eleven to fully wake up.”

He looked wistful as he discussed the memory and Tonks smiled fondly at his expression.

“Well, I can handle some Black attitude if you want to go back to bed. My mother is the same way in the morning.”

Remus laughed but it quickly turned into a cough. He cleared his throat noisily, trying to stop the coughing, but soon he was bent over and going red in the face as he coughed with hoarse barking sound. Tonks frowned and rounded the table, flicking her wand to summon a glass and filling it with water. She went to Remus' side and knelt, reaching out to rub his back.

He was warm, even through the layers of his t-shirt and cardigan. She tipped the cup to his lips and he grabbed it, drinking eagerly. The coughs settled to small hacks and slowly he regained his breath.

Tonks reached out to clear his fringe out of his eyes and was startled to feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“You're burning up,” she exclaimed, resting her palm flat on his brow. She heard him make a sound of disagreement but he leaned into her cool touch, shutting his eyes.

“No,” he rasped. “I always run hot this close to the moon.”

“This is a fever, Remus,” she said, pushing her hand up and smoothing back his sweaty hair. She lowered her hand and cupped it to his cheek, thumb stroking the rough patch of his beard coming in along his jaw. “Let me take you up to bed. You should rest.”

He sighed wearily and gave her a resigned shrug.

“I...I don't really,” he began, struggling to find the words. He looked towards the floor, voice going softer. “I don't really like being stuck in bed if I don't have to be.”

Tonks felt her heart sink. Of course he didn't. It was enough of a pain to be laid up for a few days a month. Getting sick on top of that must feel like a total bore.

“I understand,” she said gently. “But you're clearly unwell, love. I just don't want you to get sicker.”

“You're right,” he said. “I'm sure you're exhausted and need to get going anyway. I can see myself upstairs.”

Tonks laughed and swatted his arm gently.

“You are an idiot,” she whispered against his cheek, planting a kiss on the fevered skin. “I'm not going anywhere.”

She stood up and extended a hand, pulling him up to his feet. He swayed a little and huffed a cough into his arm.

“Can you make it upstairs if I stay here and get a tray of a few things together?”

He nodded..

“Alright. I'll be up in a few minutes.”

She squeezed his shoulder affectionately as he turned and shuffled off towards the stairs.

Tonks put the kettle back to a boil and prepped a fresh mug of ginger tea with lemon and honey. In the pantry, she found a tin of instant-heat soup that looked decent enough, so she added it to the tray with an empty bowl for future use. Last was a carafe of water and a large glass. If Remus' cold was anything like the ones she sometimes got, he'd be thirsty from the coughing and the breathing through his mouth.

She floated the tray in front of her and carefully made her way upstairs. The door to the room where Remus slept was open. Inside, Remus was seated on the edge of his bed, fingers playing with the frayed edge of his cardigan cuff.

“Get comfy,” she said, setting the tray down on his nightstand.

He kicked back the sheets and reclined against a stack of pillows, keeping his head slightly elevated to help with the congestion.

“Better,” she said, leaning over to kiss his brow. “Do you feel too warm? Do you want a flannel for your face?”

“No, no,” he rasped. “I feel fine.”

“I think your definition of 'fine' is slightly skewed,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to run her fingers through his hair.

“Tonks, I-” he stammered, pulling back. He turned suddenly, tucking his nose against his shoulder.

Ehh-TSGHHH! Nghhh—hehh-TSXHT!

“Bless you.”

He sniffled thickly and closed his eyes.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Can I stay a bit?” she asked, resuming her stroking of his hair.

He made a small sound of protest.

“Don't want to get you sick,” he said softly, though he shifted to make room for her at his side.

“I won't,” she assured him, climbing over his legs and tucking herself along his side.

Nhh-GSHGHHH!

He sneezed again, body shivering against hers. He reached into his pocket for the now ratty-looking handkerchief and gave a half-hearted blow. Tonks felt her heart swell in sympathy at the congested sound.

“C'mere,” she said, sitting up beside him and guiding his head into her lap. He lifted his head reluctantly and settled into her touch. She spread her fingertips along the ridge of his sinuses, massaging gently to ease the congestion, and running them up along his temples to relieve any headaches.

He relaxed into the touch for only a few moments before he sputtered with a cough and rolled away from her, hacking with a chesty, urgent bark. She rubbed his back, feeling utterly useless at making him feel any better.

His lungs rattled and wheezed with each pained exhale and inhale as he battled to stop the cough.

“Water,” Tonks urged, leaning over him to get the glass from the nightstand. She helped him sit up a little and tipped the cup to his lips. He drank a bit but soon turned his face away, still coughing.

“Remus,” she sighed, rubbing his back again. “Oh love.”

He coughed one last, wheezy time and went limp, closing his eyes. He sniffled thickly and cleared his throat, wiping his nose and mouth with his handkerchief.

“Here,” she said, offering up more water. He drank more this time and when the glass was empty, he took a shuddering breath from his mouth and turned his nose into his shoulder once more, sneezing a tight, restrained sneeze.

Ngh'XHTT!

The gurgled sniffled that followed was so pitifully that Tonks couldn't help but sigh in sympathy. She sat up fully against the headboard and put a pillow against her middle.

“C'mere,” she said, helping Remus to sit in between her spread legs so that he was reclined against her, elevated with his head resting on her chest. His chin bobbed forward as exhaustion flooded his body and his eyelids fluttered shut fully. Tonks gently tipped his head back against her and stroked his hair soothingly away from his forehead.

Remus' breath came in steady huffs through his mouth, sometimes accented with a congested snort. And then, they quieted to a slow, soft wheeze and evened out as he fell asleep. Tonks closed her own eyes, comforted by the weight of him against her. The fatigue of last night's mission was finally catching up with her.

Just as she was starting to doze off, the bedroom door opened a crack and Sirius poked his head in. He smiled when he saw the two of them cozied up.

“Hi,” he mouthed to Tonks and crept over to the bedside, looking down at the sleeping Remus.

“I'm glad you talked sense into him,” Sirius whispered. “He was being very stubborn this morning.”

“He was saying the same about you,” she replied quietly.

Sirius laughed softly and reached out to feel Remus brow.

“Still has a fever?”

Tonks nodded.

“He was exhausted and he's really congested. Probably just needs a bit of quiet time in bed.”

Sirius shrugged.

“He's stubborn about being in bed when he feels he doesn't need to be.”

Tonks kissed the top of Remus head.

“I know,” she said softly. “He told me.”

“Well, he's resting now at least,” Sirius replied. “Can I stay?”

Tonks smiled.

“Sure.”

The was a soft 'pop' and a large black dog sprung up onto the bed and settled down, resting its fuzzy head on Remus' legs.

Tonks reached out and scratched its head affectionately before closing her eyes again and nodding off as the three of them shared a mid-morning nap.

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