#sorry i get nauseous at the smell of GARLIC alone!?

[inkykeiji]

youre so funny cause I eat scrambled eggs with ketchup for dinner like every night and my brother does nottttt understand how I dont need toast, bacon, cheese, garlic, spices and all that. im like leave me and my terrible stomach issues alone!!!!!

LITERALLY THO!!!!! omg get out i love scrambled eggs and ketchup!!! i love ketchup in general but i don’t eat like, hamburgers at all or anything you’d put ketchup on regularly other than eggs so hehehe c; i use them as an excuse to eat an obscene amount of ketchup (*/ω＼*) but yeah i eat a lot of steamed veggies with hot sauce, vegetable soups, and balsamic vinegar salads! those are pretty much my main meals and then i’ll snack on fruits, nuts & dark chocolate all throughout the day!

honestly i get a lot of comments on the way i eat very similar to ur brother and i genuinely think it is so fucking rude to comment on someone else’s food or eating habits >.>

[theladyofdeath]

“Dance with me” for Nessian plssss 🥺🥺

word count: 543

I’m even mad at myself for writing this, like, I am so sorry.

Nesta had been sick for two years. At first, she’d done chemo, and it had worked, but when it returned, it returned with a vengeance. That was the thing about cancer. It was shit to get it, then victory was found when it disappeared. Then, if life hadn’t kicked you in the balls enough, it came back, brutally. 

At least she wasn’t alone.

Her sisters were there, of course, through every step of the way. They called her every morning and every night and sometimes during the day. On the weekends, they were visiting, bringing her and Cassian home-cooked meals and paintings, done by Feyre, and beautiful flowers, from Elain’s garden.

Cassian appreciated it, Nesta knew. Being the husband of a sick woman was definitely stressful, although he never once complained. He did it all, and chastised her when she tried to do anything. Now, she was watching him from the recliner in the living room, through the little kitchen window as he cooked over the stove, the ink sprawling across his back in full display. She admired how the muscles in his back moved as he worked his magic.

He used to be a terrible cook.

However, over time, he’d improved, and now she looked forward to every meal, even the ones she went into nauseous and exhausted. 

She was feeling pretty good tonight, though. Was ready for the deliciousness she would devour in a few minute's time. Pasta, it smelled like, that cajun chicken stuff he liked to make. Garlic bread, too. 

Everything was better with garlic bread. 

He took it all so well, their current circumstances. And he was so completely beautiful, too, when he smiled at her even when inside, all he was feeling was an endless void. It made her feel guilty, sometimes. Like the cancer was all her fault, even though it wasn’t.

Yes, she was in a living hell.

But the love of her life was suffering, too.

“Alexa,” she said. “Play Make You Feel my Love by Adele.”

The music began, and Cassian looked over his shoulder from where he stood in front of the stovetop with an arched brow. She smiled when he met her gaze.

“Come here,” she asked, quietly. 

Without any hesitation, Cassian dropped the towel from over his shoulder and walked into the living room, where he knelt in front of the recliner. 

“You alright?” he asked, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. 

“Yeah,” she breathed, palming his cheek. She ran her fingers down his five o’clock shadow before she whispered, “Dance with me.” 

Cassian smiled, softly, even though his hazel eyes lined with tears. And yet, there was no hesitation as he rose to his feet and held out his hands, helping Nesta up. Fully aware that she was feeling too weak, though, Cassian lifted Nesta into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

Cassian began swaying to the music, slowly, back and forth.

Nesta closed her eyes as tears slowly began to trail down Cassian’s face.

Neither of them said a word as they danced, as long as they could, dwelling in the moment and the memory being made. 

[anythingandeverything1d]

Plum Sized

Part 1: Congratulations Part 2: Im having your baby

The next few weeks had gone by in a blur. Harry had left again to do some more writing, promising he would be back for your next ultrasound and doctors appointment. Luke was still getting over the fact that you had just let Harry back into your life like that, but since Harry hadn't really been around much he was warming back up to the idea a little bit more and had started coming over more, specifically in the mornings which had been really hard for you. You had woken up every morning with extreme morning sickness. You couldn't eat for hours, you felt dizzy and threw up multiple times. Certain smells and foods just made you want to vomit at the thought. 

You were laying in bed trying to avoid throwing up when Luke walked in with a smile. “Morning beautiful, figured you might still be sick and in bed so I brought you a smoothie. Shouldn't have any weird smells or anything so I thought it might be worth a shot.” He handed you a large smoothie and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you doing?”

You took the smoothie and thanked him before taking a small sip. It actually tasted amazing and nothing about it so far had made you sick so that was a big plus. “Not too bad....still just so nauseous. I mean the sight of food, the idea of food, it all just makes my stomach turn. I’m also just getting nervous about the appointment. I have to have my blood drawn and then we will probably find out the gender from that and of course it’s Harry’s first time going to an appointment so thats extra pressure because well because its Harry.” you sighed taking another sip and sitting up.

Luke nodded. “Have you heard much from him recently?”

“No...he’s been busy writing I think.” You bit your lip. Truth is after Harry had spent the night, he had waken up and left. You had hoped there might be something left to reconcile but he was really only interested in the baby. He had left the following afternoon even though you had asked him to stay. All you wanted was for him to actually step up, to be there for you the way he said he wanted to be. “He should be coming here tonight so that he doesn't miss the appointment..”

“Well I hope for your sake he does.”

“I’m sure he will but anyways lets talk about something else. What have you been up to? What’s new in your life?”

“Uh not a lot...I do have a date tomorrow though.”

“A DATE?!”

Luke laughed and grinned, “Yeah I met this girl, her name is Kayla and well we really hit it off so I’m taking her out tomorrow for a fun picnic lunch date. I think it’ll be a lot of fun.”

“Im sure it will be, you plan the best dates. So where did the two of you meet?” you played with the styrofoam cup your smoothie was in distractedly as went on about meeting Kayla at a gas station. You wished Harry would plan cute dates, and care more about everything. You wished he would text you good morning and good night or check in throughout the day. You wanted more from a relationship but at the same time...you really only wanted Harry. It was a hard place to be in at the moment. Just thinking about it and how frustrated you were with him made you tear up. You wiped a tear and noticed Luke was looking at you weirdly. “Sorry what?”

“I asked if you were okay....you seem. I don't know...not okay?”

You laughed and wiped another tear away. “Yeah, I’m fine just been thinking.”

He nodded unsure but was willing to let it go for your sake. “Well I have to go get ready for work, but enjoy the smoothie and text me later to let me know you are okay and all good. Promise?”

“Promise. Thank you for the smoothie..You really are the best friend a girl could have.”

“I try” he squeezed your hand and then walked out, leaving you to your thoughts.

After a few hours of lounging around you decided to get up and be productive. You threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and froze when you looked in the mirror. Your stomach had definitely grown, and a small baby bump was definitely visible. You light touched your stomach and smiled. It was all startling to feel real. You got to work, cleaning almost every room of your house and by the end everything was spotless and beautiful. You felt good. There was just something about a clean house that cleared your mind. It was almost 4:00 pm by the time everything was finished and you still hadn't heard from Harry. He was supposed to come home tonight so that he could take you to your appointment in the morning. *Hey, how's writing going? Think youre going to make it home for the appointment tomorrow?* you texted him. You sat waiting for a reply but when it didnt immediately come you decided to start on dinner. Tonight you were going to be making spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread, nothing too fancy but still delicious. You were boiling the water and buttering bread when your phone buzzed. Harry’s face was on the screen so you quickly answered it. “Hey!” you said cheerfully.

“Hey love, look I’m in the middle of a song right now and I don't want to stop so I don't think I’m going to make it tomorrow.”

Your heart sank and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “But Harry this is a really important appointment. This is where we-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be at the next one I swear.”

You didn’t even answer, just hung up the phone and went back to cooking. The whole night was spent thinking about Harry. How couldn't he want to be there? Why was writing more important than his family? Did he even care at all? You were frustrated, upset, hurt, and confused. None of it made sense. Harry always said that he wanted kids and he wanted to be the dad that was there at every moment. Yet here he was not even caring to show up and you were done with it. *Good luck writing. Don't bother in calling me anymore I think our baby will be better off without you in its life* you know it was a long shot, something meant to dig at him but you didnt care. You were done with letting Harry hurt you again. You were sitting on the floor crying when Luke walked in carrying two suits. 

“Hey which should I wear- Are you okay?” he immediately knelt down, dropping the suits and rubbing your shoulders. “(y/n) are you okay?” You shook your head no. Luke got more worried. He tried scooping you into his arms. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

“No.” you wiped your face and let out a shaky breath. “I think I just broke up with Harry again.”

Luke froze trying to decide what to say. He decided to play it safe, “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, its not mine, its his. He just doesn't care.”

“He will one day, it just sucks he doesn't realize it now.” you nodded leaning into him. “So youre going alone tomorrow?”

You nodded again. “I’ll be okay.”

He sighed, “no. You shouldn't go through all of this alone. I’ll go. I’ll take you.”

“But your date..”

“I’ll reschedule. I have a friend in need.” You smiled and wiped your tears. 

“Can I still pick out the outfit you wear?” Luke laughed and nodded standing up and then pulling you to your feet.

“Of course.” He looked at you and gave you a look.

“What?”

“Your belly...its like actually bigger.”

“Well I do have a baby inside me that grows everyday.” You laughed. “Today, at 12 weeks, the baby is the size of a plum.”

“A plum? How do you know that?”

“I have an app that tells me its size according to fruits every week.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “A plum. Who would've guessed.”

You laughed instantly feeling better. You held up the two suits and smiled. “The grey one. It brings out your eyes.” You smiled and handed it to him.

“That was a quick decision.”

“I’ve been your friend for forever. I know what you look good in.”

The rest of the night was spent lounging around. Luke had gone home, promising to pick you up for your appointment and you still hadn't gotten a response from Harry. You weren't really expecting one, but you had hoped he would say something. You decided turning in early was a good idea so you threw on Harry’s old t-shirt, the one you slept in every night and jumped into bed. You were exhausted so falling asleep was easy. You had awoken to the sound of the door opening. You laid in bed listening for other sounds but didnt hear anything. You covered your head with the blanket and tried thinking to if you had imagined it or not. Then you heard footsteps walking up the stairs. You panicked. You didnt know what to do. You grabbed your phone and looked for something you could attack an intruder with. The footsteps were getting closer and your heart was racing. The door opened and you were ready to dial 911. “(y/n)?” Harry’s voice whispered. You breathed out and turned on a light next to the bed.

“Harry what the hell!” you screamed. “I thought you were a robber or murderer or something. You cant do that!”

Harry walked in and smiled holding out a giant bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry...I didnt mean to scare you but I also didnt want to wake you if you were sleeping.”

“What are you doing here.” 

He sighed and walked to the bed sitting down next to you on the edge. “I came to apologize. I haven't been a good dad lately. I haven't even been good to you. I got so distracted trying to please the fans with this next album that I was forgetting what's more important. My family. I know I don't deserve forgiveness. I know I promised you I would be here and be present and then I wasnt but this time I will be. I want to be there for you. I want to be there for this little one.” He touched your belly and smiled. “Im done writing for now. At least leaving to write. I want to be here, with you, as much as possible. I want us to work on whatever this is and to experience all the baby stuff together.”

“Harry-”

“Please (y/n)....give me one more chance...I promise not to screw it up.” He placed his head down by your stomach and your fingers immediately went to his hair. You sighed and he looked up.

“Fine. One more chance but if you screw this up Harry you won't be in my life or the baby’s.”

“Trust me love, I won't screw it up again.” He kissed your forehead and set the flowers on the nightstand. He then stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He pulled you against his chest and trailed fingers down your belly. “Did you know that the baby is the size of a plum today. Like an actual plum, isn't that crazy?” 

You laughed and turned towards him. You touched your nose to his and smiled. He kissed you softly and smiled back. “I’m glad youre here Haz” you snuggled into him and he held on tightly.

“Me too.” He rubbed your back until you fell asleep and part of you expected him to be gone when you woke up. Just a dream. An imagination. But when your alarm went off and your eyes opened, you were snuggled against his chest, his body gently snoring like the angel he was. You rolled over and snoozed the alarm before returning to him. You traced his butterfly tattoo until he cracked his eyes open with a smile. “Morning.” he whispered deeply.

“Morning.” you smiled before climbing out of bed. 

“Where are you going” he groaned sitting up in the white comforter. “Im exhausted...cant we stay in bed a little longer.”

You walked over to his side, knelt down and kissed his nose. “We have an appointment so get up and get ready.” You smiled and stretched. Harry jumped out of bed and froze watching you. “Whats wrong?”

“Your belly...I can actually see the plum size. That is so cool.” “Wait until you see the baby at the appointment.” you smiled walking into his embrace. “We should be able to see actual features today. It won't be just a blob anymore.”

You were getting ready and so was Harry, except he was pretty much done. He was in his black skinny jeans, a tshirt and a sweater vest. “Do I look like a dad?”

You laughed and nodded. “You look like a hot dad though.” He grinned and kissed you about to respond when the doorbell rang. “Can you get that, its probably Luke.”

“Luke?” 

“Yeah he's coming today too.”

“Great...” Harry mumbled walking downstairs to answer the door. You finished throwing your hair in a pony tail and picked one of Harry’s smaller shirts, the one with his album title along a heart with his name, before running downstairs. Luke and Harry were just staring, no glaring at each other. 

“Hey” you smiled hugging Luke. “Ready to go?” Harry and Luke nodded and you followed them outside. 

“Whats the deal?” Luke harshly whispered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back. 

“What?” you played innocently.

“Why is he here?”

“He’s the dad Luke..”

“Yeah but I thought you were done with him.”

“I was...but I feel like I owe it to the baby to give him another chance. He showed up last night and promised to be here. I’m not just going to say no Luke.”

Luke rolled his eyes and you pulled your arm from his grip to catch up to Harry. He smiled and grabbed your hand. “Ready to see our little baby love?”

You nodded and climbed into the car. Harry decided he wanted to drive so Luke jumped in the backseat. The car ride there was silent, no one really talking but when we got to the waiting room you told Harry to check you in so you could run to the bathroom. The nurse was waiting with the two guys and you followed her in. She retook your weight, stating that you had gained a little which was normal. She then took all three of you into a room where you changed into a gown and waited. Harry was anxiously pacing the room and Luke was just glaring at Harry when the doctor walked in. “(y/n) so nice to see you again, are you ready to see the baby?” You nodded as he looked to the two guys. “Who do we have here today?” he asked. Harry stepped forward and extended his hand. 

“I’m Harry, its a pleasure to meet you.” he smiled and gave you a reassuring wink. 

“Harry is the dad.” you added looking at the doctor. He nodded and smiled.

“Its nice to meet you Harry. And you?” he looked over at Luke. 

“Oh, I’m Luke. I’m (y/n)’s friend.” 

“Nice to meet you too. Alright lets see what we got here. He turned the lights lower and squirted the cold gel on your stomach earning a surprised look from Harry which made you laugh. “Have you been having any symptoms?”

“Yeah I’ve had morning sickness quite a bit lately.”

“Ah, thats a normal but unfortunate one.” He was scrolling around your stomach looking for the baby. “Has it been manageable?”

“Yeah its not been too terrible, I’m still feeling good most of the day.”

“Good thats what we want. Ah here it is...” Harry grabbed your hand and smiled looking at the screen. “So you can see here is the head, the butt, an arm, a leg, everything seems to be there. Let’s see if we cant get the heartbeat.” Luke looked a little sick but smiled when you looked at him and Harry was in awe. 

“I think she looks like you..”

“How do you know its a she?” you asked surprised.

“I just feel like its going to be.”

“I feel like its going to be a boy, and I think he looks like you.” Harry smiled shaking his head. He was about to respond when you heard the familiar thump thump thump of a heartbeat. Harry had tears falling down his cheek. You smiled and wiped them away.

“That’s amazing.” he looked at the doctor with a smile. “Thank you for showing us that.”

The doctor nodded, flipping the light back on and handing you a towel to wipe your stomach. “Okay, you look good the baby looks good but we do want to do a blood test..From this you can find out the gender if you like.”

“Yes.” You said and looked at Harry.

“I think we should wait...let it be a surprise.” Harry said looking at you.

“Harry its not your decision.” Luke intervened.

“Its my baby too. I think we should wait.” He said pointedly at Luke.

“It should be (y/n)s decision. She's the one carrying it.”

“Well I think we both would have fun waiting.” Harry looked at you and you looked down.

“You haven't even been here. You don't have a say in it.”

“Luke,” you cut him off. “It is Harry’s baby too. He's the one here now and thats all that matters. Why don't we wait now and we can always decide later to look.”

Harry smiled and nodded at you, then glared at Luke. Luke just rolled his eyes. “whatever.” The doctor took your blood, explaining that it would also test for some genetic defects and diseases and that you would receive a call in the next few days with the results. You held Harry’s hand the whole time while talking to Luke so luckily you did not faint. Harry helped you to your feet, and held onto you to make sure you weren't going to drop back at any notice. You smiled and gave him a reassuring kiss. He let you go a little but still tightly held your hand. You set up another appointment and then walked out with your guys. Harry opened the car door for you and Luke climbed in the back seat. After ensuring you were buckled the three of you drove home. Luke left without saying a word and Harry rolled his eyes.

“What an asshole.” 

You lightly smacked his arm and smiled. “He will come around. Trust me.”  

Harry’s only response was a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, we need to go by my place and pick up some stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Like all of it.”

“Why?”

“Well I figured we should probably live together so I can help out with everything..” Your mouth dropped open. “Unless thats not okay...” he added concerned he had overstepped.

“No. No I would love that...I just didnt think thats what you would want.”

“(y/n) I know the last few months have been rocky with us but I want to be here all the time with you. I love you and I want us to make things work. If me being here to help, mends that? I’ll never leave the house again.” He kissed your softly and you smiled. 

“I love you Haz.”

“I love you too love.”

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Part 3 of the pregnancy series, hope you guys like it :) There wasnt a lot of action in this chapter but just wait for the next ;)

xoxo

[eatsoaps]

Husk Sickfic

Paring (Husk x Angel)

Stomach flu/hangover 

WARNING FOR VOMIT/PTSD MENTIONS

    Sitting alone in the dim lighting of the bar served as small lonely comfort to the reluctant bartender in attendance. The day was slow with him mindlessly shuffling his cards around and nursing several bottles of alcohol while Charlie blabbed about her dreams and how to achieve them with the hotel. Now, everyone had gone to their rooms for the night except him. Zoning in and out with mindless drinking had him only a little tipsy. By two in the morning he had registered that he should probably go to bed as well….. Or just sleep on the bar. Nah, maybe not this time. Whenever he did that he was rudely awoken by Al or someone else with a scolding. He decided that he’d go to his room. 

    “Fuck!” he hissed when he finally moved. His body cracked every which way from the sudden movement, but that wasn’t the concerning part; he was hurting in his gut. It really hurt and was very sudden. He held his alcohol well and it was now he noted that the pounding headaches usually came after drinking. Trying to shake it off, he went upstairs to his room. 

    He didn’t care what room he had so long as he could drink; however the sudden twisting in his upper abdomen prevented him from wanting to dive into that random whiskey bottle. Again, trying to shake whatever the feeling was, he crawled into bed and did his best to sleep it off. It normally didn’t take long to get comfortable, hell he never even paid attention to comfort! Tossing and turning was what he was left with tonight, and boy did it puzzle him. Lying on either side gave him an annoying pressure that he couldn’t quite place, on his back only made him feel nauseous while face down just wasn’t comfortable in general and he couldn’t breathe well. Finally, he grew pissed and swung his legs over the bed holding his head in his hands. 

    “Fuck is wrong in there?” he asked himself. Softly placing a paw over his stomach he ran his claws through the fur on his head. Sitting upright made his guts flip and he let out a pathetic groan. Why was it hurting? He didn’t think he had eaten anything out of the ordinary, he didn’t remember what he ate in all honesty. He just wasn’t hungry. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed a little before lying back down on the bed. Like it did any fucking good. Another 30 minutes of rustling around in his bed he shot up like a bullet and eyed the broken trash can in the corner of the room. He looked away, remembering what a former soldier told him when he went overseas during his human life. 

‘If you think about it, it will happen.’ 

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Fuck it. 

He got up and moved to one of the public restrooms down the hall; in not caring about his room, he failed to recognize that Alastor gave him the one without a bathroom. Each step had him sweating and at one point he even needed to stop and take a pause for the sake of not ruining the rug and waking everyone up. He heard a door creak open. 

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

He immediately straightened himself out and tried to look normal. Footsteps sounded, trying to be as soft as possible. Were those….pink slipper boots? They were, and who better to own them than Angel Dust. Now he really needed to act normal! 

“Oh, hey Kitten! What you doing here?” Angel softly purred as he caught eye. 

“Minding my own business bitch, take a lesson.” 

“Nah that don’t pay well. Wassup? You look like a shit had a shit.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”Angel cocked his head and stared at Husk, he looked green in the white of his fur and the grey was duller. Was that sweat? “What are you doing up anyway?” 

“Well I got the day off tomorrow and I planned on stocking up on some junk food Veggie keeps hidden.” 

“Isn’t it Vaggie?” 

“Same thing.” 

“Whatever just go away.” 

Angel huffed, “You’re clearly sick though.” 

“No I’m fucking not, just mind your own fucking business for once instead of barging in and ruining everyone!” his stomach clenched which left Husk fighting every muscle in his body from grabbing it and doubling over. 

For a brief moment, Angel dropped, but picked right back up. “Come on. Let me help ya. It’s a sad sight right here, kinda funny too.” 

“Can’t you take no for an answer? I thought whores understood rejection?” 

Okay, that stung a little. “Did you drink perfume or some shit? 

“Why don’t-” Husk took a pause, his stomach was churning. It hurt and he felt the acid creep up his throat. He could swallow only so much. “-you...fuck.”

“Husk?” Angel had a soft spot for the cat, he was hot and gave him drinks! He also knew what it was like to be under an overlord. They had talked about it one night. “Hey man you good?” Angel’s voice was like water: garbled and incoherent. Husk lurched and clasped a hand over his mouth. He pushed Angel away and dashed to the bathroom. Tossing a stall door open, he crashed to the ground and began to heave. The stomach inside him contracted, but after his second unproductive heave did he finally manage to bring something up. He coughed and spat out more of whatever had caused this. He slightly jumped when he felt a soft pair of hands rub up and down his back, another set massaging his wings that tensed up every time he puked or gagged, the last set of Angel’s arms kept his ears back while rubbing the nape. He didn’t even have the energy to push him away. 

“There ya go kitten. Easy.” Angel softly soothed. Husk gagged and brought up more vomit into the toilet, coughing and sputtering. He thought his head was about to burst, the throb was so painful. Another wave of vomit, this time with tears mixing in. He spat the remainder into the bowl. 

“Ugh, fuck.” he grit his teeth and tried to even his ragged breathing. An arm draped across the toilet, one was positioned carefully on his stomach. He had forgotten what it felt like to be so sick, the last time was when he had food poisoning in a camp somewhere. He had also forgotten that this was literal HELL. In hell, everything bad was doubled. Broken leg meant worse pain and longer heal. Stabbed? Well you’d heal faster but it would still hurt like no other. And sick? Well if anyone got sick in Hell it lasted longer than it would a breathing human. Part of punishment. Husk reached up to flush the contents down and placed his head on the cool toilet lid. 

“Are you done kitten?” 

“...Yeah.” 

All that strain made Husk lethargic and apathetic. He no longer cared about what happened, that was fucking horrible. He just wanted the bad feelings gone. 

“Come on.” 

Angel helped Husk stand on his feet and had him rinse his mouth out in the sink as quickly as possible. They left the bathroom and went further down the hall. 

“Where am I going?” Husk asked. 

“My room.” 

Husk tried to push Angel away, “Why?” 

“It has a bathroom inside, your’s don’t. You also can’t spend all night in a public bathroom. Plus you can barely stand as it is. Don’t act as if Charlie wouldn’t have my head for not doing a thing.” 

Husk wanted to throw Angel onto the ground and run back to his room so he could curl up and die again alone. Nah. That wasn’t going to happen and he knew it, the muscles and energy had all gone into making him feel like shit and left him walking on a tightrope with a tilting wheel above him. When the two arrived in the room, Husk wasn’t all surprised by the look of it. A stripper pole, soft furniture, different shades of pink and black, of course a vanity covered with makeup and a shelf of sex toys. He rolled his eyes. 

“Mention this to anyone and you can kiss all the booze in the world goodbye you fucking pest.” 

“Daw~ for me only Husky? Don’t mention it. I’ll tell Cha you’re sick and too drunk to tell whose room is whose. I’ll say I tried to throw ya out but you wouldn’t budge. Sound good?” 

Husk had crawled onto Angel’s bedsheets, mmm…. warm and soft. He didn’t even reply to whatever the spider said, the sheets and mattress felt amazing, he started to purr and it was only when he caught Angel smiling down at him did he realize the situation. Shit! What the fuck am I doing? He made a sorry attempt to get out of the bed, he knew the slut would talk and he’d be humiliated. He didn’t want things to be worse than they already were. Quickly jumping off the bed made him double over in pain as a giant cramp rolled through his abdomen. 

    “Hey, watch yourself. I ain’t gonna tell anyone, I learned from Pa that snitches get ditches at five years old.” 

    “Fuck you.” 

    “Maybe when you’re better. Let’s go, come on! Back to bed kitten.” Angel guided Husk back into the bed, he noticed that his gut looked tense, he could practically see the muscles cramped up through the fur. “Jesus you’re tense.” 

    “I know. Now shut up. Why’re you even helping me dumbass?” 

    “You remind me a lot of my sis when she’d get sick. I’d always be the caretaker and she’d be mine. She’d fight me tooth and nail until I gave her something comfortable, then she’d melt like Mama’s garlic butter. Just a nice nostalgia feeling I guess. Besides, maybe you’ll owe me?” he ended with a tease of course, but after a warning glare from Husk, he backed down. “I’m kidding! Jeez! Here, just get on the bed, I’ll even rest away from ya.” 

    The bed felt amazing and warm, and it didn’t smell horrible in this room either. Angel had even been so kind as to place a bucket right next to him in case his stomach decided to abuse him again. Zoning back in, he realized that Angel had gotten into the bed and put considerable distance between them. Another cramp seized Husk’s body and he curled in harder on himself. He felt a gag coming on and groaned when he had to drag the bucket closer to his face.

    Angel glanced over at the bartender and felt a pang of sympathy. He placed a hand over Husk’s back and tried to massage the muscles that were bulging out. Thankfully they did relax as Husk threw up again into the can. He felt a lot warmer than normal? Angel had no idea what the temperature for a cat was let alone a demonic one. He could only guess it was a fever high enough to cause discomfort. After throwing up the remainder of vomit from his mouth, Husk rinsed with the warm bottle of water Angel had sitting next to him (unopened) and then plopped back down on the bed softly panting. The spider stopped rubbing his back in order to take care of the bucket; the cat needed to bite back a whimper from the loss of comfort while the cramping came back. He felt ashamed when he let pained moans come from his throat when he wrapped his paws around his middle. 

    “Think ya got a stomach bug which means you got about four days until it’s gone.” 

“Cool.” 

    “Molly liked it when I rubbed her back or stomach.”

Husk rattled as a shiver blew past him. Angel pulled the covers over his body. “Don’t fucking try anything or I’ll poison your drinks.” 

“Please, a whore may know a lot about rejection, but they know more about consent and roofies.” 

“Smartass.” 

Angel shifted to where one set of hands massaged the back and only one hand went over Husk’s stomach, the other was used to scroll through his phone. Within minutes, the cat was out like a light and purring louder than a racecar. Angel smiled and snuck a picture or eight. When he started to feel a little drowsy, he noticed that Husk had moved in a way that made it to where Angel was basically holding him sideways. CUTE! A few more pictures saved onto his phone and he was set to sleep. His rest may have only lasted an hour or two since he was woken up by Husk bolting up to vomit. The cycle was repeated until there was literally nothing in his stomach. Angel continued to rub his stomach. 

    Come morning, Husk awoke to the sound of rustling. “Fuck is that?” he mumbled. 

    “Sorry babe! Just gotta get Fat Nuggets some food and then a walk, it’ll be thirty minutes. Charlie knows about the story I told her last night.” 

    “Fuck you what did you tell her!” Husk reared up with his wings fluffed up and defensive mode on. If only he looked as threatening; truth be told it looked more like a tiny kitten was trying to roar like a lion. Angel couldn’t help but laugh. 

    “Relax, I told her you got sick last night and were too drunk to notice you were in the wrong room. I told her moving you wasn’t an option and said you tried to claw my normal eye out. She said she’d give you the next three days off and sent up some ‘get well’ shit.” he gestured over to the nightstand next to the cat. Placed on the tray was a set of medications that would barely do anything, but it was better than nothing. After vomiting all night, the waters she gave him looked amazing.

    “Hmm.” 

    “Do you wanna try to eat?” Angel asked. 

    A baby gag, “Ugh fuck that.” 

    Angel walked over and placed a hand on Husk’s forehead, almost astounded that he didn’t wack him back. “Definitely certain you got a rising fever.” 

    “In Hell, wow.” 

    “Shut up.” 

    Most of the day was nothing new. Charlie put Angel on caretaker duty (much to Vaggie’s concern) just to make things easier. Hopefully. It gave Angel bonus points, Husk got taken care of, Angel out of the way, the place would be quiet. In honesty, while Husk reminded him a lot of his sister when she was feeling down, he also wanted a chance to get closer to the cat. He was curious and also bored. Kinda wanted something to do. Being a sex worker meant that he had to care and cater to whatever the clients wanted, this time it was for something nonsexual. Sure he enjoyed sex, but it was nice to do something other than it. His day off would otherwise be spent wandering around and getting into trouble. Not looking to get chewed out was his aim. 

    “Shit babe how do you still have something inside you?” 

    “I’m not *huurk* babe you himbo.” Husk retorted with a pathetic spit. “Fuck. This is worse than when the boat was on the sea towards the battle….” 

    “Battle? What battle?” 

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW

    Whether it was the increased fever or what, Husk had no idea, but he had seen this many times before. Back in the war, not knowing which battle. He was instructed to shoot whatever came that wasn’t wearing US Military garb. A rustle among the trees, he turned, saw uncovered skin and lanky build. They were carrying something. A bomb? He shot at them straight in the head and they fell. Crying could be heard, but the person was dead, he went to inspect whatever was the sound and his heart dropped when he saw it was a toddler. The child ran towards him and then fell over as a fellow soldier shot them down. He turned and threw up right there, crying and praying it wasn’t real and apologizing over and over.

    PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW OVER

“Husk, hey, it isn’t real. Whatever you seein’ ain’t real. It ain’t real right now.” 

Husk snapped his head back at Angel hyperventilating with wide eyes and then quickly bent over the fresh bucket that was being held in front of him. He gagged and spit and heaved and threw up whatever left he could. All the medicine, water, one single bite of toast was all gone; even then he still tried to bring up something until he was reduced to dry heaving. 

“Hey now, in and out. Breath in, then out. There ya go. Va bene (it’s okay in Italian).” 

It took a while, but Husk was back on track, the fever had definitely spiked and now he was experiencing shellshock again. “-ter.” 

“Huh?” 

“Wa-er.” 

His throat had been puked raw by the acid he could barely speak, but Angel managed to understand what he said and gave him an uncapped water bottle which he gratefully gulped down. 

“Hey go slow or you’ll-” the water didn’t stay in his stomach, “- puke it back up. Baby sips.” 

By the time the bucket was cleaned out, Husk was cared for and Angel got him as comfy as he could, he noticed that the cat was clingy when he was sick. Angel was the big spoon whether Husk knew or not. Belly rubs and back massages felt great after the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, he had three more PTSD episodes after that. 

***

“I gotta go to work or Val’ll have my head!” Angel sighed, trying to pull his many limbs out of the cat’s grip. 

    “No.” 

“Husk.” 

    “No.” 

Husk had reached his peak in the fever and acted like a kitten starved for attention. Angel knew sick clingy people made some of the best and worst patients depending on the situation. Eventually, the spider managed to pry the other off and set on for work where he spent the day modeling and having only one film session with a guy that loved being stepped on. He managed to avoid any conflict with the film crew and Val, so he finally left early with an abundance of praise. Quick and easy! Once he was back in the hotel, he went straight to his room where he found Husk sleeping bent over an empty bucket with fresh tear tracks along his matted fur lines. Angel gently shook him awake. 

“Rise and shine moonpie! Get your head out of the bucket.”

Husk blinked up at the spider and turned away into the blankets. “Not now.” 

“Well you can either lay your head in a horrible position that is sure to rattle yer neck to bits and pieces or you can-”

“Angel. I-....Can-” Husk was really struggling with what he was about to say next. “Can you…. rub my head a little?” he asked shyly. 

Faster than a bullet, Angel was right there getting to pet the cat, he was amazed at how soft the fur was. Of course it was to make him feel better. “Think you’re stomach wants to stay inside ya?” 

“Shh.” 

“Okay babe.” 

Husk did not throw up anymore after that night; by the time the four days were over, he pushed Angel away and got himself sorted out. He hated to admit that the spider was a good caretaker, and he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t comfy (sometimes) during the stay in Angel’s room. Once he was back working the bar, he handed Angel a free drink. 

“Here.” 

“Oh really Husk! Thank you!” 

“Shut up.” 

Angel winked at him and understood. The drink was a thank you, and he was happy to oblige. The two carried on a calmer setting around each other now. Husk still grumpy as could be, but with more sarcasm towards Angel rather than pure annoyance 100% of the time. 

Oh my Lord you can tell where I gave up trying to write good. My brain was absolutely dead. But I've noticed there's a lack of sickfics in this fandom so I'm deciding to fix that as best I can. I haven't written in a long time so I am sooooo rusty. Oh well. ❤️❤️

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The Sorceress’ Murderous Companion - Chapter 1

Thorn hesitated at the door of his own home. He hadn’t seen his brother, Spike for at least two years. He rubbed his tattooed shoulder nervously, traced his fingers along the wheel’s spokes. Thorn took a deep breath. Spike would help him, Thorn was certain. He glanced at the tattoo, its brown lines were dark against his ochre skin and it reminded him that he was an escort, and he wouldn’t let Catherine or anyone else take his life away.

The cabin smelled the same, and as he let himself in, it looked almost as it had two years ago. Stained floor, plants covering cracks in the walls, trophy animal parts stacked in a pile on the floor, waiting to be hung up in a cabin that didn’t need more decoration on the walls.

His brother was startled from a peaceful position at the bottom of the stairs. He jumped to his feet. Sweat gleaned his forehead, and his face was rough with black scruffiness. His hair was a rat’s nest of lengthy tangles as though he had never learned to cut it while he was on his own. Thorn would fix that.

Spike’s clothes were another matter altogether. While Thorn made an effort to keep the blood off his work clothes and blend in with society, Spike had no need to do either of those. Thorn wrinkled his nose, “You smell like squirrel blood. I hope that’s not all you eat.”

Spike looked at his clothes, “I-I’m sorry Thorn. I’ll go clean up.” He practically fell up the stairs as he went to find clean clothes.

The place reeked of rodents and other unsavory meat that made Thorn feel nauseous. He stepped outside to take a breath of fresh air and found their pet carnivorous plant, named Felicia, outside bobbing her bulbous head from side to side. While she couldn’t exactly move around, she managed to somehow lure birds and animals close enough to get some real food once in a while.

Spike came downstairs in a faded gray shirt and dark green pants. In short, he looked like he could blend into the forest easily, though as far as Thorn remembered, Spike was never good at blending in.

“Did two years fix your hunting habits?” Thorn said with a grin. Spike scratched at his arm until it was raw with marks. His eyes downcast, he said, “Why are you here, Thorn? It’s been two years.”

“Two years of planning,” Thorn said. “Two years of keeping my job and keeping you safe.”

“Keeping me safe,” Spike said the words like he was tasting them. “Safe from what?”

“Safe from Catherine’s plans to crack down. Finding out about me could lead her to you. I’ve been walking on eggshells busting my ass so she wouldn’t notice me.” Thorn threw his arm around Spike’s shoulders and drew him closer. “I need your help with the next step. You’re not busy, are you?”

Spike pulled away, but Thorn’s grip grew tighter. “I actually was planning a trip away. Camping, living off the land,” Spike ended meekly.

“You already live off the land, and you need to work on your survival skills before planning any trip like that. We can do it together, once this is all over. Now, I really need you. It’ll be like when dad was alive. You wanna make me proud, don’t you?”

“I guess-”

Thorn patted him on the head, ran fingers through his hair, and pulled until he winced. “First, I’ve gotta make you more presentable.”

Thorn grabbed a clean knife and started cutting. “In about a week, I have a client taking a path from Sylvan Hollow to Alden Town. Luckily, the best route takes us past our cabin here. It’s a bit of a long route [maybe 3 days]*. I’ll lure her to the cabin, and your job will be to catch her. Understand?” Thorn admired Spike’s shorter curls.

“Yeah, okay,” Spike replied. “You planning on eating her?”

“No, not exactly,” Thorn mused. Not immediately, anyway. “First I need her so I can get to her sister, Catherine. She’s the one implementing the stricter rules for escort services. If she gets her way, I’m likely to be the first on her to-kill list.” Thorn studied Spike’s face for a moment.

Spike was shocked, of course, he was. Scared maybe? “If I’m lucky, this plan should also bring our sister back.” That really got Spike’s attention. “You’ve seen Thistle?” He asked a little too eagerly.

Thorn paced around the table next to the kitchen counters. He scratched at the old layers of peeling wood from numerous cuts. “Not recently, no. But she is close to Catherine, which wouldn’t be a problem if the witch wasn’t also fucking up my life.” Thorn dug into the wood a little too deep and felt a pinch under one of his fingertips. He pulled the splinter out and winced. “Is that enough of a reason to help me?”

Spike looked down at the floor for what seemed to Thorn the millionth time. If his eyes were fire, he would’ve burned a hole through the floor. Finally, after some amount of silence later, Spike nodded.

Thorn sighed, no enthusiasm at all? Even for the possibility of seeing his sister again? Spike was far too subdued. Here he’d been, alone in this cabin full of memories of his family, and he wasn’t even excited to see Thorn.

“You’ll need to be alive, Spike.” Maybe he needed a good hunting trip. Something to get him in the mood for the task. Thorn grabbed him by the arm and led him outside.

Spike tried to resist for the first minute but gave up easily. Thorn was certain he needed this. The taste of blood, the smell of dying flesh should be nostalgic enough to pick him up. They could get a trophy for the walls. Or the floors as most of them happened to never get mounted. If they got something good enough, perhaps they could even go through the taxidermy process together. Dad had taught him a lot about it.

Thorn pushed Spike ahead of him. “Go find something. I’ll watch.” Spike hesitated. He looked like he wanted to say something, but turned away to stare at the forest like it was made [out of something dangerous]*. “Find something big,” Thorn clarified. Please, no rodents or small birds. “You can still track bigger animals, can’t you?”

“I can smell them, but-”

But? There was no room for ‘but’. He put a hand on Spike’s shoulder, “But what?” He growled. “When was the last time you tracked anything bigger than a squirrel?”

“There was this bird that was a little bigger. It had a wingspan almost my height, although I guess it was injured so it wasn’t really fly-” Spike stopped himself and looked up at Thorn, then back at the ground.

Thorn could almost hear Spike’s heart racing. He squeezed his brother’s shoulder a little tighter and forced a smile. “You’ll need some practice before she gets here. Do it for me. Do it for your sister. She needs us.”

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Winter Song - Ch. 21: Variation

Klaine, M, A03, 16k so far Written for Klaine Advent 2017

A story that picks up where “A Lost Boy Comes Out” left off: after Blaine comes out (as a vampire), things aren’t as easy as he and Kurt had hoped they would be, especially when someone from Blaine’s past decides to get revenge. 

Chapter 21

“How could you let Kurt come back here?”  Blaine hisses at Sebastian when he enters the room.  “How could you not tell me he was coming back to the city?”  

Sebastian doesn’t even try to defend himself, just walks up to Blaine and grabs him firmly by the shoulders.

“I’ll explain again if you want, killer.  But right now, I need you to listen to me for a minute.”

“You have to find him!” Blaine feels sick, like his internal organs are dissolving.  It’s only been a few hours since Kurt was taken, but he doesn’t know how he’s going to make it much longer, knowing Kurt could be injured, or dead.  Hunter could be torturing him…

“I’m trying, Blaine, we’re all trying.  But you’re the one who can find him.”

“What does that mean? SHIELD won’t even let me leave the building.”  Blaine shoves Sebastian away.  He wants to throw something, to hit something, but there’s not much in SHIELD’s fancy war room except high tech equipment.  Even in his panic he knows that’s put to better use looking for Kurt.

“You can find him, Blaine, if you try.  I know you can.  It has to be you.”

Blaine stops his pacing and focuses on Sebastian, realizing that Daisy is there too, watching him curiously.

“Sebastian, what exactly do you mean?”

“Reach for him.”

“I don’t have that kind of power, Seb, you know I don’t.”

 “But you can feel Kurt, right?”

 “When he’s nearby, sure – in the next room, or down the hall-” Blaine’s voice breaks, but Sebastian doesn’t let up.

 “Just sit down and try.”

 Daisy pulls a swivel chair out for him, and Blaine sits.  He’s not in any shape for this right now, but he knows Sebastian is right. He has to try.  Blaine closes his eyes and clears his mind, reaching out for Kurt.  Nothing.

 “It’s not working.”

 Sebastian looks like he’s going to chide Blaine for his poor attitude, but instead he sits down next to Blaine and takes his hand.  “Try again.”

 Blaine does, and is surprised by the increase in his power brought on by Sebastian’s energy.  It’s a variation he hadn’t expected.  But it’s still not enough.

 “Sebastian, you’re barely older than me, and you’ve never been any good at this.  How are we supposed to make this work?”  

 “Your friend’s here,” Daisy interrupts.  “Security is bringing him up.”

 Blaine raises a questioning eyebrow at Sebastian.

 “You’ll find out in a minute.”

 It’s less than that before the door opens, and Wesley Montgomery walks in.  He introduces himself to Daisy, then turns to Blaine and Sebastian, and for a moment, Blaine can see the echo of Wes’ hundreds of years on earth.

 “Boys,” Wes says, blinking his eyes and once again looking like the thirty-something businessman whose façade he often assumes.  “I hear you need some assistance?”

 “You know where Hunter is?” Blaine blurts out.

 Sebastian puts a hand on Blaine’s arm, and gives it a squeeze.  “He doesn’t know.  But he’s going to help you reach Kurt.”

 Blaine sees the determination in Wes’ eyes, and feels almost ill with relief.  Wes is the oldest vamp Blaine has ever been friends with, if you can even call it friendship.  The most time they ever spent together was at Dalton, and even then, Wes had maintained a senior position to Blaine.  But Wes is ethical and loyal, and, if the rumors are true, incredibly strong.  If anyone can help Blaine in this miserable battle against Hunter, it’s Wes.

 Wes pulls a chair over and sits down next to Blaine.  He takes Blaine’s right hand, and Sebastian’s left.  As soon as the circle is formed Blaine feels a surge of power, and he can tell Sebastian feels it, too.

 “When this is over, we’re having a conversation,” Wes says grimly.  “But for now, let’s find your mate.  Blaine, you have to lead the way.”

 Blaine closes his eyes and reaches out for Kurt.  This time it’s like his mind is supercharged, his reach spreading away from the building at the speed of light.  He finds Kurt almost instantly.

 “Blaine?”

 Kurt speaks aloud, in surprise, and Blaine doesn’t know what to do next.  Not only did it work, but Kurt recognizes his mind’s touch.  This has never happened before.

 “Talk to him, Blaine. Not out loud – and tell him he doesn’t need to speak, either.”

 “Kurt – it’s me.  Are you okay?  Tell me you’re okay – I’m so sorry – I never would have done it if I had any idea you would be here-“

 “Blaine, please focus on our task,” Wes says firmly.  

 But Blaine is crying now, tears running down his cheeks, and he only gets more worked up when Kurt doesn’t immediately respond.

 “Kurt, this is Wes Montgomery.  Please answer us – just think the words in your head.”

 “Wes?  What the hell is going on?  Are you with SHIELD?”

 “I’ll explain in a minute. But first, are you physically hurt?”

 “No, just a headache and a few bruises.”

 Blaine exhales sharply. “Thank God.  Kurt���”

 “Is Blaine okay?” Kurt asks.  

 Blaine hears Sebastian sniffle next to him.  “He’s just worried about you.”

 “I’m fine, although a little dizzy,” Kurt says.  “And cold. Any chance you can get me out of here?”

 “That’s the plan, Kurt,” Wes says.  “Are you alone?”

 “There’s a guard that comes into the room to check on me every few minutes, but he just left, so yes.”

 “All right, let’s run through some questions quickly.  Do you know where you are?”

 “Manhattan, not far from the bar.  I wasn’t totally out when they took me away, and I sat up a few times during the ride. The floor of the car was gross.  But then they put a bag over my head, so that’s all I’ve got.”

 The sure way Kurt answers Wes’ questions calms Blaine.  He can tell Kurt is stressed, on high alert, so to speak, but he couldn’t focus like this if he was badly injured.

 “How long was it between when you left the bar and when you arrived where you are now?”

 “Ten minutes?  Maybe fifteen?”

 “How many people are there?”

 “I’m not sure.  At least three or four, could be more.  They all got quiet when they brought me in.”

 “Have you been able to see anything of your current location?”

 “It’s a restaurant, I think, but not one that’s currently in use.  Italian, from the way it smells, or maybe they’re just rebelling against the garlic thing by overdoing it.  They’ve got me in the kitchen, and it’s disgusting.  Gordon Ramsey would have a field day.”

 “You don’t have a bag over your head now?”

 “No.  I told them that I couldn’t be blindfolded, or restrained, or I’d pass out and stop breathing.”

 This gives Wes pause. “Really?”

 Kurt laughs out loud, then goes back to their silent conversation.  “Well, I really told them that.  It’s not true, though.”

 “Huh.  Clever.”

 “Wait,” Sebastian says, “you mean you aren’t tied up?”

 “Nope, not at all. I’m just sitting here on this very uncomfortable chair with strict orders not to move, or else the guys with the big guns will whack me on the head again.  And let me tell you, I’m not inclined to repeat that experience.”

 “Kurt, you’re amazing,” Blaine breathes out.

 “Have to admit, I’m impressed,” Sebastian agrees.

 “All right, Kurt, well done,” Wes says.  “We’re going to have to break the bond for a few minutes now, so that we can talk to SHIELD and get you out of there.  Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

 “Wait,” Kurt says, suddenly losing a bit of his bravado, “can I talk to Blaine first?”

 “Of course, but quickly.”

 “Blaine – thank you,” Kurt says.

 “It wasn’t me, it was Wes. And it was my fault that-”

 “I meant thank you for the song.”

 Blaine has no idea what Kurt is talking about and for a minute is worried that his head injury is worse than he’s admitting.

 “You’re my beacon in the night, too,” Kurt sends softly, and Blaine remembers.

 “I love you,” Blaine thinks, pouring as much emotion as he can into the words.

 “And I love you.”

 “Okay, time’s up,” Wes announces.  “Kurt, we’ve got to stop now, our connection’s about to give out.  Don’t worry if you feel nauseous afterwards, that’s just an effect of communicating through the bond, it will pass.  Got it?”

 “Got it.”

 Wes releases Blaine’s hand. Suddenly the bond is broken, and Blaine’s head is pounding like someone dropped an anvil on it.  Blaine hears Sebastian stumble away and retch into the corner, and he barely keeps himself from doing the same.

 “Could’ve warned us too, Wes,” Sebastian grumbles.

 “I can’t believe you boys aren’t more practiced at this,” Wes responds.  “But as I said, that’s a discussion for another time.”

 Sebastian lurches back to the table and grabs a bottle of water, grimacing as he drinks.  Then he squares his shoulders and sits down in front of a computer with Daisy.  He shoots Blaine a look, radiating reassurance.

 “You okay, Blaine?” Sebastian asks.

 Miraculously, Blaine is feeling a lot less like he’s about to keel over.  Speaking with Kurt – touching him, mind to mind – has calmed him considerably.  And he should have known Kurt could take care of himself – he just hopes he can keep it up until they get there.  “Yeah, I’m okay.”

 “All right, let’s find Kurt.”