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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 4 months ago

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The Jackass Guys Taking Care of You while you’re Sick HCs!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of illness, pet names (ie. darlin’), alcohol

An: While writing this, I was actually bed bound for two days to to a nasty respiratory illness, so I think you could guess where my inspiration came from XD Ironically enough, in between writing this and coming out I got sick again. Boy, what an immune system I have! I get sick frequently and one thing I can always count on making me feel better is writing about the guys :)

You had no appetite, you could barely leave your bed, and you had a temperature of 101.9. Yep, with how sick you were, there was no way you’d be able to go to work.

So you called your boyfriend to help take care of you

Johnny

“Oh, darlin’…”

You were in sore shape, and like the amazing boyfriend he was, Johnny went to helping you feel better right away!

Really, he missed his calling as a doctor or nurse with how sweet and considerate he is to you

Helping you out of bed if you’re weak on your feet and to the shower, assuring you how much better you’ll feel after you get a lil’ steam in your system <3

And after you get out, he’d sit behind you and gently comb/brush our hair for you, no matter how many times you mumbled to him that yes, you were sick, but you could take care of your basic needs yourself

But you secretly enjoyed being babied by him

If you couldn’t stomach much, he’d bring you some warm tea and fruit with a kiss on the forehead before he went to set up the humidifier

When Robitussin and NyQuill weren’t making a dent in your fever, Johnny got a little creative,

“If it doesn’t make you better, you’ll forget you were sick in the first place!” He explained, handing you the mug of hot water, lemon, and a splash of bourbon

A hot toddy, he told you it was called, something his mama used to give him when he was sick at home

And that thing worked.

Your eyes were falling close as you murmured, half asleep already,

“Thank you, Dr. Knoxville…”

Bam

“You look like shit.”

Lack of bedside manner aside, he is probably the last person you want taking care of you while you’re sick.

“Well thanks, Bam- I feel like shit.”

Feeling a little bad for you he asked if you needed anything

So you asked for something to eat- maybe soup and warm tea?

But all you received was an uncrustqble (which you bought because bam doesn’t like the crusts on his sandwiches) and a bottle of water lobbed onto your bed from the doorway.

“D’you think you could grab me some tissues too?”

With a groan, Bam disappeared into the bathroom before you heard all this thudding and an exasperated, “Fuck!”

Before he emerged with a roll of toilet paper.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t Florence Nightingale, but he did what you asked and you honestly didn’t even expect this much from him

He mumbled, disticnt affectionate tone in his voice as a smile crept onto his face as he walked by your bedside to ruffle your hair a little,

“You’re a real pain in the ass, Y/N.”

Chris

“Time for your sponge bath!”

Chris is a firm believer in the fact that laughter is the best medicine

So that’s why he walked into your room wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits.

And while you appreciated the sentiment, you didn’t really need the sponge bath

You also didn’t need the rectal thermometer he proudly offered to you,

“Time to take your temperature! Roll over!” He chuckled that sweet stoner laugh of his, “Kidding, kidding- it’s one’a the normal ones.”

Or when Chris pretended to “accidentally” drop said thermometer next to your bed and bend over to pick it up with his ass in full veiw.

Soon, you began to recognize the click clack of cherry red high heels as the sounds of Nurse Pontius,

And you’d come to anticipate his spectacular bedside manner ;)

In fact, this whole ordeal just left you more endeared to him

Yes, even when he asked to warm your boobies up because in his words, they looked really cold.

“You know, your probably the best nurse I’ve ever had.”

Steve-O

“What’s goin’ on?”

He stumbled into your room, having kind of forgotten why you called him,

Steve isn’t so much of a caregiver as he is a heating pad

But damn it if he isn’t a good heating pad

He’d just walk into the room and lay down next to you, all warm and cozy- a heaven for your shivering, sick body

Despite how nice it felt to cling to him, he isn’t much help besides that given the fact he fell asleep five minutes ago (not that you noticed)

“Hey, do you think you could grab me some-“ Yep. Out cold

So you had to tear yourself from the comfort of your bed to make yourself soup

And when you return, all shivering as you slip back under the covers,

Of course that’s when he wakes up.

You had already started eating when Steve took the bowl from where it was resting on your lap to steal a few bites himself

When you pointed out that he just used the same spoon you did (and would probably get sick too), he just shrugged,

“So what? I don’t care.”

Ryan

“Are you dead yet?”

While there was an unmistakeable tone of sarcasm in Ryan’s voice, he really was concerned

Out of all the guys, he would be the one to get worried sick (no pun intended) about his ill girlfriend :(

But he played it off well, saying that he didn’t have anything to do that weekend despite canceling plans with Bam to look over you

So he might as well sit by your bedside to make sure you’re okay!

Or that he just conveniently rented all of your favorite movies because he wanted to watch them, but you’re free to join him if you wanna watch

And, despite your warnings that you’ll get him sick, he’d have no problem with laying down next to you if you can’t sleep

Because that’s what the two of you usually do! No reason to break routine because of a stupid cold.

“C’mon! With you shiverin’ like that, how could I not? It’s like seein’ a kitten out in the rain…”

#jackass #johnny knoxville #bam margera #ryan dunn #steve o #chris pontius #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #whump #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #bam margera x reader #ryan dunn x reader #steve o x reader #chris pontius x reader

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mangoisms · 1 year ago

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i don’t want you to the bone (i just need to lay down with soft skin close)

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ summary: The school year starts and with it, autumn days and sick kids. You’re fine but Tim keeps getting sick for a reason you can’t figure out. A fourth and final time reveals that reason — that is, his apparent lack of spleen.

━ word count: 3.1k

━ contains: established relationship, domestic fluff, sickfic, comfort no hurt

━ a/n: technically takes place as an extension of my other tim fic, i’ll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute), but prior reading is not required; all you need to know is reader is a teacher’s aide for sixth graders! title is also from this song

━ you can read this on ao3 as well (and find my end notes ^_^)

New school years are always a little nerve-wracking.

New faces, new personalities, new parents.

But each time you do it, the easier it gets.

A routine forms quickly and you fall into it like it’s nothing.

For the first part of it, August and September, you and Ms. C are getting adjusted to the new batch of kids. Seeing which ones are struggling and accommodating them accordingly. Autumn sets in. Mornings are colder, days are shorter, leaves start to brown. Then the sick days start rolling in.

The common cold and flu take out a couple kids at a time every couple weeks. But your immune system is nothing to scoff at, not after working at Gotham Elementary in Burnley with the third graders. Middle schoolers are better on that front but there is still some room to improve.

Last year, you took a hit, a small cold taking you out for a couple days. This year, your second here at Gotham Pointe, you’re perfectly fine.

You are still wary, though, too aware of your clothes and what you might carry back home. As a general rule, you don’t like sitting on the couch or the bed in your work clothes just because it feels a little gross but it is particularly exacerbated by your career choice.

And your boyfriend is an additional factor.

Not for anything particular, just that you want to be mindful for Tim. Especially since he spends ninety percent of his time at your place.

You see him as soon as you step through the door and you often linger, sharing a kiss, taking a while to talk about your respective days and discuss dinner. Only after you go and take a shower.

Sometimes, he takes you out for your lunch break, too. And of course you’re in your work clothes and can’t change or shower and you admittedly forget and let him get close.

You simply did not think you would ever need to get extreme about it.

This, you would reflect after everything, is wrong.

The first time, a couple weeks into the school year, it’s a cold.

You both surmise he got it somewhere outside. Gotham isn’t exactly the pinnacle of cleanliness, so it’s hardly a great mystery to ponder. You mostly focus your energy on getting him better.

Then it happens again in September. The flu this time. It prompts you two to go out and get your flu shots — after he gets better, anyway.

You think you’re in the clear after that.

But then it happens again in October. Another cold. Less severe. Or so he insists.

And then again in November.

And you start to worry.

“Why do you keep getting sick?”

A weak cough, then a sniffle. “Just want an excuse for you to take care of me.”

You shake your head, seating yourself on the edge of the bed, pressing the back of your hand to Tim’s flushed face. His fever still rages on, skin hot to the touch.

Despite that, he finds it within himself to be cheeky.

From the bed, dark hair mused from the pillow, a little sweaty from the fever, cheeks flushed, nose stuffy and eyes bleary, Tim gives you a dopey smile, one you can’t resist returning.

“I’ll take care of you anytime you want, handsome,” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair, not minding the dampness of it. “But this is the fourth time… What’s going on?”

“It’s fall,” he says. “People always get sick in the fall.”

“Not four separate times.”

“I’m just special like that.”

“All the jokes even with a fever of a hundred and one, hm?”

“Just for you, gorgeous.”

“Alright, cornball,” you chuckle, grabbing the CVS bag with the medicine you picked up on your way home. “I called Alfred on my way back. Just wanted to get his soup recipe but he insisted on coming down with a batch for you. He’ll be here in a little while.”

Tim hums an affirmative, sitting up with a small groan as you pour out a dose of medicine and hand it to him. He gets a comical look of disgust as it goes down, nose wrinkling.

You smile, taking the little cup and handing him a glass of water, which he quickly drains.

“I’ll go ahead and take a shower,” you say, picking up the bag and the medicine. “You need anything?”

“I’m good,” he says, dropping back onto the pillows and yawning.

“Alright.” You lean over to kiss his head, ignoring his groan of protest.

“Gonna get you sick —”

“You didn’t the last two times, so I don’t think you will this time,” you chuckle, squeezing his hand. “I seem to be the strongest immunity-wise. Which is odd since you grew up here and should be more prepared for it…”

“Well, you know,” he mumbles, noncommittal as he burrows under the sheets and closes his eyes for what you imagine is his hundredth cat nap of the day.

You don’t really know and you’re still… worried about this, so you just squeeze his shoulder and rise from the bed.

Every time you bring up going to the doctor, he shoots down the idea. Even when you point out you don’t need to go to the ER and you can just go and see Dr. Thompkins. But that makes him refuse even more. Says it’s just a cold or the flu and not an issue. But this is the fourth time. You’re rapidly approaching your threshold for concern.

Maybe you can bring it up again today.

You ponder ways to approach the conversation while in the shower. It’s not that he’ll fight you about it and you need to plan for that. It’s just you want to be prepared. Think it through. If anyone will appreciate having a plan of action, it’s definitely Tim.

You have something of an idea when you step out of the bathroom. But you find the bedroom empty and voices coming from the living room.

You quickly recognize Alfred’s posh accent and Tim’s soft tenor, thick from his stuffy nose.

You don’t intend to eavesdrop. But it happens anyway.

“… much too often,” Alfred is saying.

“I know,” Tim responds, sighing.

“Are the antibiotics not working?”

You frown. Antibiotics? What antibiotics?

“They do their job when I need them, it’s just that it’s been viruses, not bacteria.”

“I see. And this increase in viruses is because…?”

Silence.

You remain rooted in place near your bedroom door, the wood thin, conversation easy to hear, even with the fan whirring in your bathroom.

“It’s her,” Tim eventually sighs. “From the school. But she tries, Alf —”

“I understand,” he says gently, placating. “I am not placing blame on the young miss. But does she know?”

An even longer silence.

Your heart pounds fast in your chest and you feel dizzy and off-kilter all of a sudden. Do you know what? What are they talking about? What are you doing? You’re the reason he’s getting sick? That… makes sense, it does, but… why is he so susceptible to it?

You’re not blaming him. Of course not. But it’s just — it’s weird, right? And Alfred is talking about antibiotics that Tim has to take? As far as you know, he doesn’t take any medication. Tylenol sometimes. Daily multivitamins that you often have to remind him to take because he forgets. But that’s not medication.

“No,” Tim finally says. “She doesn’t. I haven’t told her. I just don’t want her to feel bad. Because she will. I should’ve said something sooner about it and we could’ve worked something out but I didn’t and now we’re here.”

“Master Tim…”

“I know,” he says. “I know.”

You’ve heard enough. You’ve done enough. Dammit. You’re going to have to tell him about this. It was wrong to listen behind his back. Even if you want to know what it is he’s hiding, mostly, you just feel guilty. You seem to be the common denominator here and it’s not a good thing.

You try so hard to respect his boundaries. Because there are things he does not want to talk about. Does not like to talk about. But you don’t like the thought of him not saying something to you because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad. You understand the intention! But you also don’t want him to feel scared to tell you stuff. Even if they hurt your feelings.

No doubt because of his love for you and you get it. But still.

You grab your dirty clothes and step back into the bathroom, then shut off the fan. Should announce your presence to them as you putter around the bedroom, tossing your clothes into the laundry and sliding your feet into your slippers.

You emerge a minute later, Tim sitting on the couch, bowl of chicken soup in his lap, Alfred perched near him, the TV on the evening news.

None of them give any indication of their prior conversation and neither do you, greeting Alfred as you usually do, serving yourself some soup, too, at his insistence. He sticks around for a little bit then bids goodbye, making you promise to give him updates and that if need be, I am perfectly willing to team up with you to get Master Tim to see Dr. Thompkins.

After, Tim takes a shower while you get your dishes washed up and everything else locked up for the night. Checking on the boys, checking the locks on your windows and doors, then the super expensive security system you had covertly installed by Tim that your landlord would probably kick up a fuss about if he knew. But needs must.

You pop into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, getting ready for bed, thinking about how to approach this.

Seems simple, in the end. Just say it.

It’s nothing, right? Easy-peasy.

But your nerves betray you. And he notices.

“You feeling okay?” he asks, sliding in next to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. For you, of course. Always for you.

You sag into the pillows, sighing. “Tim… I, uh, heard your conversation with Alfred. I didn’t mean to! But I know that doesn’t mean much since it still happened… I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he says, sitting up against the headboard like you. The look on his face is hard to read.

You wince. “I’m sorry again. And this will be the last I talk about it if you want but I just need you to know… you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable sharing, you know? But you can tell me anything. No matter what.”

A small shake of the head. “I know. I just — well, you know. I didn’t want you to feel bad. I should’ve said something first about it.”

“About what?”

He sits up, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

You watch him carefully.

It’s a familiar sight. The scars that litter his body. Amassed since he was fourteen-years-old.

Fourteen.

Just a kid.

You were doing jack shit at fourteen. As fourteen-year-olds should be allowed to do.

And you know the story, you know how Tim got involved with it but… sometimes on bad nights when he wakes up from a nightmare and can’t go back to sleep, either huddled in your arms for comfort or turned away from you, curled in on himself for subconscious protection, on the days where the injuries sustained bother him, body aching and in pain, stress pulling him apart at the seams, or the nights he gets called out and sometimes comes back in pieces for you to put him back together… you really, really loathe Bruce.

Maybe his initial introduction couldn’t be helped. Batman needed a Robin. That’s what he said. But everything else after that… how Bruce treated him sometimes, how Bruce treats all of them.

It pisses you off.

But you can’t do anything about that. You can’t change it. All you can do is be here. Go at his pace.

You’ve seen his scars. You’ve made sure not to make him uncomfortable. Tim is beautiful to you, a Michaelangelo painting come to life, the kind of beauty that haunts you, but those scars have harrowing stories attached to them and you understand that anyone might be uncomfortable with it.

You told him that. And that helped. And by now, you are intimately familiar with them. You don’t know all the stories. He doesn’t want to scare you. Like you could ever be scared by him. But nonetheless. You’ve seen them. Run your fingers over them, pressed kisses to them. Wondering about the pain he suffered. Still suffers. Wishing you could take it all away.

“I was seventeen,” he tells you, once his shirt is off, revealing pale skin, toned muscle, and so many scars. Bullet wounds, stab wounds, bullet grazes. You shift, knee pressed to his, your eyes on his face.

“Stabbed in my spleen,” he goes on, taking your hand and pressing it to the horizontal scar on his belly. Your thumb brushes the silvery, textured skin, heart clenching at the thought. “They had to take it out.”

“Your… spleen?”

You scramble to grasp your scant biology knowledge. You were required to take science labs when you were in college but you went for astronomy instead of biology or anatomy. Before that, your only experience with biology is your class from freshman year. A very long time ago.

So, you come up with nothing for what a spleen does. But you can infer. You just need him to confirm it. One look between you and he nods, sighing.

“It’s not very well-known,” he says, glancing down at your hand, fingers stroking the scar, his own wrapped loosely around your wrist. “But the spleen has a small part in fighting pathogens. More specifically bacterial infections. I’m —” his lips purse, displeased with what he is about to say “— particularly susceptible to those kind. And I’m supposed to take antibiotics at the first sign of some kind of infection. But the spleen is also for pathogens — viruses — in general and well, antibiotics don’t work on those.”

“You’re immunocompromised.”

He winces. “That’s… a very strong word.”

“But not untrue, Timmy.”

“No,” he mutters. “No, I guess not.”

You quickly understand your place in this. Even if you shower, you two still talk, still kiss, still linger before then. Then for those lunches…

“I’m sorry,” you sigh.

“No,” he groans, leaning forward to scoop you into your arms. He’s still hot to the touch, still feverish, but you don’t care, arms circling him as he buries his face in your neck.

“No?”

“No,” he grumbles. “I should’ve told you from the get-go. I just… honestly, honey, I forgot. And by the time I realized we might need to accommodate when you come home…”

“You didn’t want to make me feel bad.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his. The scent of his shampoo, eucalyptus, is fragrant and pleasant to your senses. “Don’t be. I know why you did it. Let’s just accommodate better from now on, okay?”

You feel him nod.

“You don’t need to go to the doctors, then?”

“Probably do,” he sighs. “I’ll call Leslie tomorrow. See if she or Jean-Paul have an open slot.”

That relieves some of your concern. You press a kiss to his hair. “Good. You worried me.”

“I know.”

No use in apologizing. He’ll always worry you. He might have stepped down from Red Robin but he still gets called away. For a Titans mission, for a favor to Conner or Cassie or Bart, then of course, for the way Bruce is perfectly able to guilt him into joining them for patrol.

“No detours when I get home,” you say next. “Try not to touch anything. Keep my jacket separate from yours. Dirty clothes, too. And lunch…”

“I still want to take you out for lunch,” he says a tad petulantly into the skin of your neck. “I’ll just… I don’t know. Take some of that Emergen-C stuff. Bulk up my immune system. We don’t have to do anything extreme.”

Which is an amusing statement, coming from him of all people.

But you get it. It pleases you, to know he still wants you very much. Your time. Your company. And that these indulgences are entirely feasible with your relationship. That he is willing to cut corners for it. But you’ll have to put your foot down on some of it. Just to make sure you don’t get him sick.

For now…

You kiss his head. “I love you, you know that?”

He kisses your neck, arms tightening around your waist. “I love you.”

You squeeze him. He sighs, sounding particularly put-out about something.

“What?”

“I want to kiss you,” he mutters.

“We’re on break next week. Kiss me.”

Probably not your best decision. But also not your fault that your boyfriend is very pretty and also a great kisser and also that you think you’d kiss him forever if you could. You’re like kiss deprived by this point, since he started feeling bad yesterday and developed a fever last night. Hopefully that breaks tonight.

“I can get you sick.”

“We’ve been sleeping in the same bed. And also you know I didn’t actually catch anything —”

“You and your immune system of steel,” he complains.

“Bet Conner’s jealous. Also, why the complaint? Do you want me to get sick, is that it —”

“Just bringing it up very frequently, while I can do nothing but suffer.”

“Oh, you’re suffering, are you? Suffering with a butler to make you dinner, with my excellent bedside manner and pretty face —”

He laughs, finally pulling his face from your neck, eyes crinkled. The smile that curls your lips is nothing less than lovesick but you don’t care. You cup his hot face in your hands, thumb rubbing the sensitive skin under his eye, feeling the way his cheeks curl with his smile.

“I’m bringing my continued immunity up to make a point, Timothy.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” he asks, teasingly latching on your last name like you’re at school.

You turn your head, starting to pull away. “Well, if you don’t want to kiss me —”

He groans. “Okay, fine. But if you get sick —”

“You’ll take care of me just like I took care of you,” you finish, smiling. “You love me too much to abandon me like that.”

A smile. “Yeah. Yeah, guess I do.”

You share a kiss to seal the deal.

(And yes, a week later, you do get sick.

And yes, he does take care of you.)

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stars-n-spice · 1 month ago

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A home so fiercely won. Kisses atop of ouchies. A hole in mismatched socks. A windowsill lined with beautiful flowers, so meticulously taken care of. Calls back home to those you are close to. Playful roughhousing and homemade gifts. Baked goods in the oven. Forts in the living room. Begging to stay up to watch one more show late in the night. That feeling of satisfaction, of knowing that all that you could have done has been done. That feeling of knowing your mission towards others is complete and now it is time for you.

Introducing the Cossas!

Feel free to ask any questions about the family! :D

Links to the others and their families are here:

Hunter + Jung's Family // Wrecker + Khea's Family // Tech + Phee's Family // Crosshair + Tay's Family

Additional Information Under the Cut:

Echo & Viram:

- Did rebellion work for as long as they could before they eventually decided to finally settle down and start their own lives together - At the same time though, they do still help out with the rebellion here and there, Viram was pregnant and still out on the field insisting that she help out (eventually Chuchi made her go home and "retire" once Viram had Tikan and then had Zisanu on the way) - On Pabu they live out on Echo's Remora, though it's not retrofitted to be more of a home for them since they are ready to go should the Rebellion need them again - For now, Echo is helping remotely and occasionally goes with Deke on missions while Viram takes care of the two younger boys and works at the clinic as a doctor on Pabu - Usually they're the Aunt and Uncle that the nieces and nephews turn to whenever their parents say "no" to something because they know that their parents won't argue against Echo

Deke:

- Started to get mentored by Echo shortly after the aftermath of S3 and once he displayed an interest in wanting to join and help the Rebellion as well - Eventually he was adopted by Viram and Echo a little after Tikan was born, officially becoming a part of their family - When his parents settled back on Pabu (for the time being) Deke stuck with being with the Rebellion still, though at times he'll come back to see his family - Learned some medical things under Viram, so on top of being a slicer for the Rebellion, he also helps out as a medic as a nurse - Also has shadowed Tech and learned a few things from him and they often nerd out over things with each other alongside Rangi and Marama

Tikan:

- Rex is his godfather and he idolizes him but also enjoys calling him "Gramps" to get under his skin - Really takes after Echo's more chaotic side and more often than not reminds Echo of a combination of Domino Squad - Very protective of his younger brother and has had to beat up a few bullies in the past who saw Zisanu as an easy target - Dreams of one day joining the Rebellion formally though Echo and Viram are hoping that it never gets to that and instead their boys could know a life of peace instead and that the fight doesn't last that long - Big fan of his Uncle Wrecker and hopes to be as big and strong as him one day (but he still won't eat his vegetables) and likes to roughhouse with his cadet older brother and cousins (he'll never admit to losing to Akona one time) - Character Inspo: Alberto Scorfano (Luca), Gumball (Amazing World of Gumball), Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Zisanu:

- Idolizes Chuchi (who is something of a godmother to them as Rex is a godfather to them) and wants to be like her when he grows up - His dad is a skilled strategist, his mother is an intelligent doctor, he spent his earlier years around people like Rex and Chuchi, so as a result, the kid is pretty smart and philosophical for a 7 year old - He's a little clumsy though with a weak immune system and is often hurt or sick one way or another, thankfully Viram is a doctor and takes care of him - Enjoys shadowing Shep around the island - He's the child who is ALWAYS asking questions and could talk your ear off if you'd let him - for this reason, he really enjoys spending time with his Uncle Tech - Character Inspo: Daniel LaRusso (The Karate Kid), Oscar Pines (RWBY), Ezran (The Dragon Prince)

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ratasum · 1 year ago

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A Qirri rundown for your morning. New to the channel blog? This is me infodumping about my favorite little albino rat. This is just part one since it's mostly a nutshell version of her childhood leading up to what is, effectively, the start of the personal story for her.

The most important fact to remember is: Qirri was not supposed to happen.

By that I mean, her mother Tixzi was not supposed to have anymore kids. Then, seven years after their then youngest daughter Rissia, she found herself pregnant again... and after much consideration, they decided to keep her.

Tixzi spent most of her pregnancy with Qirri extremely ill and bedridden, and Qirri was born far too early. Coming into the world with underdeveloped lungs and a weak immune system, their family doctor Dlina was very clear with Pazz and Tixzi about what their youngest child's chances were... and those chances weren't good.

But as would prove true through her life into adulthood, Qirri was a surprisingly stubborn child.

Though she got sick often and rarely got to interact with other progeny or even leave the house, she developed a rebellious streak early on, trying to sneak out at every opportunity.

She wanted to see the world that for so long had been denied her.

(An aside here because it's one of my funniest Qirri facts, even if she's hugely embarrassed by it: when she was six, her father was tapped for a potential council position. Pazz wasn't super stoked about it, but his work with the ALERT Krewe - formed when Qirri was two or three years old - had gotten him a lot of recognition. Anyway, Pazz brought his whole family: Tixzi, their oldest girls the twins Izza and Pyrria, the middle girl Rissia, and little Qirri.

While introducing the family around, Councilor Phlunt made a comment about her being "rather small" for six and tried to pat her head. As Qirri had been taught to not let strangers touch her without their permission, she did the first thing she could think of and bit Phlunt's hand, hard. The fuss that kicked up surrounding the incident prompted Pazz to reject being nominated, and after getting the family home, Qirri hid in her room for hours and cried because she thought it was her fault. Realistically now she knows it's not, and she hates Phlunt, but it was awful in the moment.)

Back on track, it was early on that her family realized Qirri was brilliant. Incredibly smart for her age, to the point that it prompted them to home school her with a progeny instructor (both to prevent exposure to other kids and to help her along her track) and then to enter her into college very early.

A prodigy in every sense, she excelled in school, despite how much time she often had to miss due to her health. Spending time in and out of Rata Sum's medical ward, she often came with piles of datapads and books so she could keep up with her coursework.

It was early in her time at college that she received her first mentorship as well: the golemancer genius Zojja herself.

Zojja was a good mentor for the stubborn, headstrong Qirri. She helped funnel her frustrations into her work, and helped her nurture the tiny spark of magic she possessed into something she could infuse into her invention- unlike everyone else in her family, Qirri's spark was for engineering, and her elementalist abilities were otherwise almost nonexistent. With Zojja's help, she learned to attune to water to increase the amount of healing her gizmos and turrets could do... something that would come in handy when starting to develop her own medical aids later.

Not long after Qirri turned fifteen, though, she had a serious episode that left her family fearful for not just her health but for her life. Tixzi petitioned to have Qirri take a year off from her schooling, despite Qirri's protests, and those wishes were granted.

Frustrated and effectively under house arrest, Qirri fumed for months... until a fortuitous letter from her favorite sister Rissia and a convenient bribe to a gate technician gave her an opportunity that would change the course of her life forever.

#gw2 oc #gw2 ocs #gw2 asura #qirri tinkerfirst

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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Alone || Bed-Time Tales

"How are my poorly babies doing?" Natalia asked, carrying soup into the twins room, Archie was tucked up with Bambi, in her bed, Daryl was sat beside them, making sure they were all cosy, whilst Evie was laying cold flannels on their foreheads, Dog layed his head on the end of the girls bed.

"They're fighting it." Daryl told her. "Kids are Dixons."

“They’re also Moores, thats what scares me.” She muttered, chewing her nail.

"It seems pretty easy to pass through." Evie explained. "The main concerns are their fevers and considering they've never even had a cold before, their immune systems are gonna be pretty weak, they need to gain their strength and stay hydrated."

"That's okay, you can both eat your veggies, and Mommy's gonna find out what special remedy's are gonna make my angels feel better." Natalia shoved Daryl off the bed, taking his spot, giving her kids kisses on their cheeks.

Evie grimaced at her father, who just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

"I've been gone for days, they get a lil sniffle, and all this?" She grumbled.

"Mommy, I don't like green food, it's yucky." Bambi pouted, holding tight to her bunny.

"Yuck." Archie stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah, they might be, but they're gonna make you big an strong, an' Daddy'll make them taste so good you can't even notice that they're veg." Daryl bypassed Evie's comment.

"That's okay, Daddy, you're not the best at cooking, but Mommy is." Bambi patted his hand, letting him down gently.

"Yeah, you weren't around when she wasn't." Evie grimaced.

"Alright, I want you two to get some rest, and stay in bed, Mommy is gonna take some soup to Auntie Ro's and make sure she's okay, and Daddy is gonna stay here and make sure my sick babies are taken care of when I'm away." She then turned to Daryl, her smile dropping and her brows narrowing. "Aren't you."

"Y-yeah, yes." He cleared his throat. "I got it, alright, ain't nothin' gon' happen to 'em."

"Bye-bye." She kissed their heads, again. "Mommy loves you, I'm gonna be right back, okay? I love you."

"Love you, Mommy."

"Bye-bye Momma." Archie waved his little hand, twirling his hair in the other.

"Aunt Nat, Daisy's trying to use the stove, again!" RJ called from the kitchen.

"Daisy Caroline, get your ass out of that kitchen!" She shouted down, pointing at her husband before talking to him. "Daryl, don't let him do that, it'll tangle into a huge knot, and he's not gonna like it when I have to brush it out. I'm gonna swing by the cell, too, make sure they're actually feeding Lydia, hopefully convince her to leave, too." Natalia told him, as she got up from the bed, and heading out of the room, ignorant to the huff and puff her husband let out as he resumed his seat, gently pulling his son's hand out of his hair.

"Wait, why's Lydia in the cells?" Evie asked Daryl.

"Your boyfriend attacked her, that woman yer mom kept arguing with, she was killed by Negan when he was helping her, an' she's beating herself up about it." He explained, in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion from the six year old.

"Who, Gage?" She gasped.

"Yeah, that prick." He scowled, leaning his chin on his fist, as he ran his thumb along his youngest kids cheeks, as they fell back asleep.

"Daddy, Mommy told us to come up here so you could watch us, but she said we're not allowed in the room." Daisy stood at her doorway, staying beyond the door, RJ was stood beside her.

"Yeah, stay away from yer brother an' sister, you don' wanna come in here and catch this nasty bug." He nodded. "Yer Mom leave yet?"

"Yeah, said not to follow her." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Eve, why don' you-"

"Can't, gotta go handle something." Evie stood up from the chair in the corner of the twins room, rushing out to leave.

"Eve?" He hissed after her, but she was already out of ear shot.

"She's a wild one." Daisy shook her head, folding her arms.

"Says you." RJ looked at her.

"Daisy, shush or I'll puke on you." Bambi fluttered her lashes as she failed to sleep, with all the noise. "Daddy, can you tell us a story, please?"

"Don' you wanna go sleep?" He asked, picking at his nails.

"No she doesn't, Daddy I want a story too, remember me, your other kid."

"My Mommy tells me stories about the brave man."

"Yeah, and our Mommy never tells us stories about her, I want to hear about Mommy." Daisy pitched in, again.

"Alright, alright, how 'bout I tell you a story about both of yer Moms."

"Okay." The three cheered, though, Bambi's was a lot weaker.

"Back at the prison."

"The one in Georgia." Daisy added.

"Shush." She was hushed by not only her twin sister, but also the boy sat beside her.

"Dadda." Archie outstretched his arms, per usual, wanting a cuddle, cause he didn't know what else was going on, but his father obliged, picking the boy up and resting him on his lap.

"Alright, so, it started out with this one kid, Patrick, me an' yer Mom, we spoke to him, only that morning, he thanked us both for this huge feast we brought back, that we kept palming the thanks off to each other, this was before yer Mom took a liking to me."

"Did you have a crush on Mommy?" Bambi asked.

"Yeah." He chuckled, untangling Archie's hair with his fingers. "I hadda big crush on Mommy, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen on the planet, an' for a while now. Anyway, so whilst we were all asleep, Patrick, the illness had started, and he died in his sleep, an' you know what happens when you die, right?"

"Yeah! You become a walker." Daisy answered.

"Right, an' the bad news was that, cause it was at night, and everyone was asleep, no one knew, so he just went about feasting on the people around 'im, and no one knew to stop him, until the next morning, when the other people woke up to the walkers coming at 'em. So they started screaming, me, Momma/ Aunt Nat, Uncle Rick, Uncle Glenn, an' Aunt Sasha, we raced over to check what was going on, the whole area was under attack, but it was all people who didn't have a clue what ta do, an' It was yer Momma that was saving all the kids, she was, she's incredible, faster than me and Rick, she had it, we were just back up. Anyway, we eventually found out what had happened, that an illness was breaking out around the prison. We had nothing to help these people, and they were thinning out, we had a murder case on our hands, our fences were falling down, people were dropping like flies, it was a mess."

"What happened with the fences?" RJ asked.

"'Cause of the gunshots, attracted a whole buncha walkers, they were clinging onto the fences, tryna tear them down, an' it was already bad before that, we were struggling to keep 'em up, when Nat, she had the idea of using the sick piggies, luring them out, letting the walkers go after them, whilst they fixed the fences, so me an' Uncle Rick, we rode out and did that, see, she don' think Rick gave her any credit for that, but he did, he told me, he always gave yer Aunt credit." He spoke to RJ. "They loved each other a lot, respected each other, but Jesus did they argue, like a pair of siblings, just as bad as these two." He nodded to the twins. "Well, anyway, Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha got sick, an' they were in quarantine."

"What's Quaran tin?" Daisy asked.

"Its uh, it's a place that very sick people go, so that they don't get other people sick." He told her, slightly loosing attention when something out of the twin's bedroom window caught his eye.

"Then what happened?" Bambi asked, when he got up from the bed, staring out the glass now, his brows furrowed.

"Uh, how 'bout I finish this story later." He said, putting Archie back down on the bed. "Think Aunt Carol's up to somethin' stupid, again."

"But, Daddy, you haven't finished the story" Daisy complained.

"I know, sweetheart, I will later, need ya to all wait here for yer Momma or sister, 'kay, tell her Daddy had to take care of something important."

"Mommy says to not leave us unattended, we're only little." Bambi told him.

"When I was yer age, my old man left me at home for weeks on end, ma mom was always at work or asleep, you'll be fine, just sit still an'... talk about Math, or something. Dog, come on, boy." He told them, stepping over the kids at the door, and jogging down the stairs, only thinking about what the hell Carol could be doing, wanting to leave Alexandria, Dog excitedly followed behind him.

"We're six, what the hell do we know about Math?" Daisy asked the other two kids.

"I don't think Daddy knows what we do in School." Bambi shrugged, shaking her head as she gently led Archie to lay back down with her.

"Your Dad's not very responsible." RJ told them.

"At least we have a dad, RJ." Daisy snapped back at the poor boy.

"Daisy, I'm gonna throw up again." Bambi warned her.

"Okay?"

"So pass me the bin!"

"Okay!" She rolled her eyes, covering her mouth whilst she entered her own bedroom, reaching for the bin.

"I feel like utter shit." Rosita groaned, sitting up, after barfing into her own bin for the past five minutes straight. "it's making me feel worse knowing the kids are going through it, too."

"We all get a stomach bug, they'll live." Natalia told her, letting go off the ponytail of hair she had been holding, for her friend.

"Thanks, by the way, Nat." Rosita told her, giving her a weak smile.

"Hey, its fine, I got you, always, remember how you helped me when I was pregnant with the twins?"

"You were awful." She laughed.

"Yeah, I was." Natalia agreed. "But hey, at least you don't scream and shout at me, like I did to you."

"You were so mean, kinda glad you were in the woods when you had Archie."

"Oh, I think I was much better when I was Pregnant with him, I only had one baby, and I had the kids constantly around me, couldn't do much to lash out on anyone."

"I missed you, when you were gone, so bad."

"I missed you, too."

"You never came to visit." She leaned against her headboard, Natalia climbed in beside her. "I thought that you might, y'know, to see Maggie, to see me and Tara, but you never did, I really wished you would."

"I know, I'm sorry." Natalia brushed through a strand of Rosita's hair, beginning to braid it.

"I never came to see you, because I thought you wanted to just be left alone, Tara said that if you wanted to be around people, you would be around people, that the both of you just needed space, time to mourn, not just Rick, but everyone and everything, take off all the weight you both been carrying this whole thing."

"I wanted to see you, I did..."

"But you never came."

"I know." She sighed, "I was just so fucking busy, and with Daryl, I just... I couldn't leave, not at that point, he needed that break, I needed to be around just my kids, it was selfish, but I just... I didn't know how much more I had left in me."

"Yeah, I get that." Rosita Whispered.

"Eat your soup, before it gets cold." Natalia told her.

"Yes, Mom." She teased, dipping her spoon into the soup Natalia and Daisy made together, but when she brought it to her lips, sipping the liquid, she pulled a sour face, desperately trying to neutralise it though. "Oh, wow, oh wow, can I guess who added the salt?" She wheezed, accepting the glass of water Natalia passed her.

"Daisy insisted Auntie Ro loves her salt, and Daisy knows Auntie Ro so much more than Mommy." Natalia recounted, in air quotes. "Let's just say Bam and Arch will be having something else for dinner, to make them feel better."

"Oh, yeah, but I can have this." Rosita scowled.

"Hey, I couldn't get away with leaving it, and you need at least something. Daisy'll be asking you how much you liked her soup, when you're better."

"And I'll be telling her it's the best damned thing I've ever eaten, in my life."

"Good girl." Natalia nodded approvingly.

"Y'know, I always wanted a little girl, a daughter, since I was little." Rosita told her. "Obviously that was before I realised I was in love with a woman, Tara and me, we were talking about it, only a few weeks before..." She started to choke up. "Said we'd have dibs on the next orphan, I don't think she really wanted a kid, guess she only agreed with it because that's what I wanted. I miss her, so much."

"I know." Natalia rested her head on her friends, holding her comfortingly. "We all miss her, she was amazing, she was... she was Tara."

Natalia eventually went home, letting Rosita sleep, but made sure to let the woman know that she'd return every few hours to make sure she was okay and on the mend.

"Kids? Daryl? I'm home!"

"Mommy, we're up here, still." Daisy called down to her.

"Where's your father?" She called up, heading up the stairs, spotting Daisy and RJ looking rather bored as they sat in front of the Twins bedroom.

"Daddy said he had to go stop Aunt Carol from doing something stupid." She answered.

"So he left the four of you unattended to go do something stupid?" She clarified.

"He told us to sit and think about math." RJ added.

"You're babies, what the hell do you know about math?" Natalia furrowed her brows, stepping over the two kids to check in with the other pair, who were sound asleep.

"That's what we said!" Daisy threw her hands up in the air, frustrated.

Natalia swept back Archies curls, feeling his forehead, that still felt rather hot, Bambi's was the same.

"Where's Evie?" She asked, stepping over the two once more, heading towards the bathroom to fetch two freshly cold flannels.

"Said she had to go deal with something."

"Wait, wait, hang on, let me get this straight." Natalia paused.

"Not only did Daddy, who said he would watch you, kids, his kids, his sick and young kids, decide to leave, but your sister did, as well?"

"No, Mommy, Evie left first." Daisy answered.

"Ho!” Natalia scoffed loudly, heading back towards the bedroom. "So he purposefully left you guys alone?"

"Is Daddy in trouble, is he gonna be grounded?"

"Yes, your father is in deep, deep trouble, do you know where he went, when he'll be back."

Daisy shook her head.

"Uncle Daryl said he would finish his story later." RJ let her know.

"Uncle Daryl might not be alive to do that, honey."

"Why isn't Daddy gonna be alive, Is Aunt Carol going to kill him?" Bambi, who had stirred awake, only moments ago, asked.

"No, baby, I'm going to kill him, go back to sleep."

"My mommy's actually killed people, she's so gonna kill my dad." Daisy whispered rather loudly to RJ.

"I wouldn't wanna be Uncle Daryl when he gets back."

"Daisy Caroline, you and Richard are going to be sleeping in your sister's room, tonight." Natalia turned on them.

"But, Mommy-"

"Go make yourselves comfortable, I'll be starting dinner in an hour, oh, and I'll be bringing your bedtime things down in a bit, I don't want to catch you going through their things, Daisy."

"I wasn't gonna." The girl rolled her eyes, folding her arms as the two young children stomped down the stairs.

Natalia was chopping vegetables when the front door sounded, the tapping of paws against the floor told her who it was.

Dog greeted her excitedly, jumping at the counter to see what she was doing, whilst Daryl strolled in.

"How's Rosita?" He asked.

Natalia ignored him, but her knifework got more aggressive, the carrot she was chopping was getting tinier and tinier.

"She okay?" He pushed, approaching her side.

She slammed the knife down, the hilt of it stabbing into the chopping board, staying upright on it's own, she then moved away, tossing a bowl of pasta into a pan of boiling water.

"You ain't talking to me?"

The next job was squeezing up tomato's blending them up for the sauce.

"Nat."

"Daryl, you fucking- don't, just piss off, okay, go." She turned to him, glaring daggers, pouring her anger into her sauce.

"What's yer problem?"

"I can't believe you." She shook her head.

"Hey, talk to me." He took the tomato's away from her.

"Our children are up there, sick. Ill, very, very ill. I asked if you could do one thing, just one thing! Be with our kids, stay with them, so I could help our friend." She pointed between the both of them. "And you couldn't do that! I have to come home to all four of them, alone, by themselves, because you wandered off! What the hell is wrong with you, Daisy and Bambi are six years old! They are babies, Archie is a literal baby, you left a one year old alone with his sisters, that can't even tell their lefts from their rights, and RJ, he's not our kid, Daryl! Which means, we can't make decisions, like leaving him unintended, if something were to happen, that is our responsibility and we, who we have to explain to Michonne if anything happens to him, do you not understand any of this? You are a father? It is your job to protect those kids, and as my husband, it's your job to do as I say! Not go gallivanting with your best friend whenever you feel like it! What if something were to happen, what if- what if our sick children, what if one of them were to have dropped dead-"

"Natalia!" He warned.

"No, Daryl! I am still talking. Our child drops dead, then they come back, they start on the other one, heading for the next, do you think Daisy could kill her own siblings, that a six year old can do that? Do you, cause I don't think she can, and I definitely know for a fact that RJ couldn't. Here's another scenario, the man, that had it out for us, kept me and you as prisoners, treated as dirt, because he wanted us as his "pets." he's just escaped, no one can find him, what would happen if I came home, and he was stood over our children with a knife, with a gun, with a pole. Or, his bat? Because, y'know, we are the ones who helped defeat him and his people, and had him locked up in a cage! Oh, yeah, we're at war, right now, with a crazy person and her clan of crazy people, who have been witnessed to do crazy shit, she knows us, she knows our faces, she knows we have kids, you especially know she's not above killing kids-"

"We took one of her people." He interrupted her.

She blinked, then again, then her face morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Carol was sneaking off to go look for her horde, couldn't let her go by herself, stuff went down, now we got one of her people in the cell, Nat, I'm sorry, I had ta go."

"Oh, I'm aware of how high you have Carol on your list of importance, I just didn't realise where your kids were, till now."

"She lost her kid, Nat! You have no idea what she's going through, she's unstab-"

"There is no fucking way you just said that to me, right now." She cut him off. "I can fully understand and sympathise with her pain and her loss, and I get why she is so hellbent on this, but it's not your job or your place to act like her damn babysitter, dropping everything to run to her side, you have your own children you should be babysitting. If Carol's so determined on killing Alpha and finding this horde, that is her decision and her mission, not yours! So leave the damn woman alone and let her grieve."

"Is Aunt Carol in trouble?" A small croaky voice came from the hallway.

"Bammy, what are you doing out of bed?" Natalia asked the little girl, her bunny was in her lazy grip, a sad expression on her small face.

"Daddy said he would finish his story when he got back." She stated.

"What story, lovey?" Natalia asked her.

"About the sickness at the prison, and how you saved everyone's lives, and the piggies, and that Daddy had a huge crush on you, too."

"Bam-" He tried to cut her off.

"We got to the part about Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha getting sick, but then you left, what happened?" She then started having a coughing fit.

"Honey, honey just let it out, alright, don' force it." Natalia told her, rubbing the girls back, as she fell to her knee's.

Daryl was moving to get her a glass of water, but Natalia stopped him.

"No, Daryl, I boiled some, up there, get her that." She told him.

"On it." He said.

Bambi was still coughing when he also dropped to his knee's beside her, helping her slowly drink out of the glass.

"Hold on, baby, don' breathe and drink at the same time." Daryl told her, waiting for Bambi to stop catching her breath.

"Did anyone ever mention to you the special remedy Hershel used whilst we were at the vets?" Natalia asked Daryl.

"Nope, we were too busy being under attack."

"And everyone who was around are either dead or gone." She grumbled. "Carol would probably know, right? She knows shit like that."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"Mommy... you said "shit" was a bad word..." Bambi whispered in an hoarse voice.

"I did, didn't I? Well, Mommy's a hypocrite."

"Does that mean we can swear?" Another voice asked.

"No." Daryl and Natalia both told Daisy.

"Bebe, are you okay?" She asked, half hiding behind the wall. "Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby, she and your brother are gonna be okay, speaking of which, I'm just gonna go find Aunt Carol, which also means that Daddy is definitely going to stay here and finish his story, aren't you."

"Yes, I will." He pressed.

"You should know, I do love you, but the love I have for my kids is more stronger than the self restraint I have from killing you If you put them in danger, again." She told him in a low voice.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to them." He replied, in the same serious tone.

"Good." She nodded, getting up from the floor.

"Bee, get back into bed, your fathers gonna finish the story, Dase, you and RJ can go listen, as long as there's a window open and you stay away."

"Okay, Mommy." They both answered.

She went to walk towards the front door, but it had already opened, Carol coming through it, bits of food was stuck in her hair, also on her face, and neck, and clothes.

"The hell happened to you?" Daryl asked.

"Kids, go upstairs, I think this might have something to do with what Daddy and Aunt Carol snuck off for." She told the twins, still staring at Carol.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryl imagines #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion smut #daryldixonalonetwd #darylxnatalia #twd daryl x y/n #rosita espinosa #twd rosita

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angel-shaw · 8 months ago

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TIDBIT TUSEDAY!

I’m wrighting a Castlevana fic for the first time and here’s some it!

Hurt/comfort, found family:3

Description: Vlad finds a young child with a disgusting group of people well traveling. He takes it upon himself to kill the men and take the poor child back to his wife.

Tw: mention of child abuse and neglect, description of a very hurt child

@gumballrightfoots I think at some point we were talking about castlevania so maybe you’ll like!

Lisa loved kids, she always wanted one and when she was able to have Adrien she was overjoyed.

Adrien being half vampire meant he was different from any child she had cared for before but he was hers. He was her son and she loved him with every fiber of her being.

She was happy with her life with her son and husband. She lived in a huge castle, far away from anyone who wanted to hurt her or her family, she had an almost endless supply of knowledge, she could travel virtually anywhere with her family, and she could set up in towns to help the people there when she wanted to. It was truly amazing.

One day their peace was disrupted. Vlad burst back into the castle, calling for Lisa to go to the medical room. She did, dropping what she was sowing rushing to follow her husband.

When she got to the room the door was still open. Vlad turned to her,

“I found this child as I was traveling, he was a slave. I found him being beaten. He is not conscious and he has lost too much blood, I need your help.”

“Of course, what do you need?”

“Stay here and do what you can with the stuff here as I get more,”

“Of course.”

When she saw the child her heart sank even further. Vlad laid him on his stomach because there were multiple deep wounds on the child’s back. They covered the child’s back and even went down to his legs. Bruises layered over other cuts that were obviously infected.

She started working to stop the rest of the bleeding, it was obvious that the bleeding had gone down. Vlad probably had something on him he gave to the child to help till he was able to get back. It wasn’t long until Vlad returned with more supply’s.

The two of them worked on the child for a long time, trying to clean and disinfect what they could and wrap them up. Ointments were applied to a lot of the bruises. At one point they turned the child around, Vlad holding them up well Lisa worked on their front woych wasn’t as bad but was still mortifying.

“What happened Vlad?” Lisa finally asked

He sighed, “I was traveling when I came across his group. I could tell something was off right then. But then I saw one of them pull this one out of one of the tents and start wiping them. I couldn’t let that happen so I stopped it. That group no longer walks the planes. I picked up the child and looked for others but when I looked the others weren’t alive. They looked as if they died from starvation, blood loss or infection. This one was on the brink but I had medication I gave them to slow the bleeding and stop the infections. They were terrified when I picked them up but they couldn’t do anything but pass out.”

“That’s terrible…I don’t understand how people could be so horrible..this is a child..”

“I know Lisa.”

“There isn’t anything more I can do for their wounds for now. We can give them something for the pain when they wake up but I fear they won’t…they are so thin..”

“I am able to set up a line of protein into their system, it will have to be slow though. Their body is so weak so the suddenness of food might send them into shock.”

“Do whatever you can.”

Just like that Vlad started working on getting the child food. He explained to Lisa that he could put a tube into their arm, an IV to slowly push nutrients into their system. They laid the child on their back despite the wounds to administer the IV.

“We will give them medication for pain. I’ll be able to numb the pain for a little bit, sadly because they are so frail I worry too much medication will shock the immune system.”

Lisa sighed and Vlad knew she was worried and dissterbed. There wasn’t much he could do so he settled for embraceing her.

“We will care for them. The humans who did this payed.”

Vlad felt Lisa nod, “I’m going to check on Adrian, would you like to join me?” He said calmly after a while.

Lisa looked at the sleeping child, “I don’t want to leave them alone. You go check on him and I’ll stay here for now just in case.”

“Ok my love,” Vlad kissed her head and pulled away from his wife. Their hands falling apart as he turned and left for his sons room.

Adrian was alseep in his bed when Vlad pushed the cracked door open. Vlad stood in the doorway for a moment before striding into the room to his sons bed.

Hovering over Adrian’s bed Vlad admired his son. His golden locks of their so closely resembling his mothers, the small fangs peeking out of his hung open mouth evidence of Vlads own blood. Even the boys eyes copyed his mothers, Vlad did not mind of course. Lisa was stunning in every way so it was fit for her son to grow to be the same.

Adrian started to stir, a hand coming up to rub at his tired eyes. The other holding a stuffed wolf. When his eyes open he sat up immediately.

“Dada!”

#castlevania #issac castlevania #vlad dracula tepes #dracula #lisa tepes #adrian tepes #alucard #eventually more characters #drac saves issac #found family

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minusgangtime · 4 months ago

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The apocalyptic kitty crew batch 11 bios:

“You’re right,a little water can’t hurt,but a lot of it,CAN.”

Name: dory

Age: 20

Status: immune

Feeling: neutral

Bio: the cat half made up of water.dorys actually relatively the same. When she fights infected you’d think water isn’t a good weapon,but you’d be wrong. She uses her water power to push away infected and shove water down their throats to make them choke as a warning.

“NOT ANOTHER STEP FOWARD!!!”

Name: smolder

Age: 20

Status: immune

Feeling: enraged

Bio: the part dragon kitty,her half very strong dragon bloodline is so strong it blocks out any infections. She has built up so much fury from being inside the house,when defending the house,she tears infected apart with her claws or she will set them on fire with her fire breath.

“I’m..I’m scared..s-so scared..”

Name: breezy

Age: 20

Status: infected (stage 2 of glitch infection.)

Feeling: scared

Bio: breezy had gotten infected relatively late into the apocalypse. She had stayed inside entirely before she got infected,she got infected when she decided to fly over to get supplies,she got caught off guard by the glitch,by pushing her wings to the limit after one was torn off,she got home without much injury. However,a glitch had formed on her torn wing,and her glowing eyes told everyone that no doubt,she was infected. She now mostly stays in her room now,she always looks at her wing,feeling scared of what will happen to her,fearing that she may turn one day..

“Don’t worry,I’ll be back in a flash!”

Name: Alice

Age: 20

Status: healthy

Feeling: neutral

Bio: she hasn’t changed much since the apocalypse began,in the beginning,she was so bored she would often fly in circles around her room,actually giving her wings more strength to fly faster and longer. When Shelby allowed her kids to help. Alice decided to help with getting supplies. Cause her wings are much faster than breezys butterfly wings,she can get anywhere in a flash. Currently,she has remained unchanged from her optimistic and carefree self.

“A ice witch? Oh I’ll show you how much of a cold ICE WITCH I CAN BE!!!”

Name: frost

Age: 20

Status: immune

Feeling:neutral

Bio: with her ice cold body from the experiments,her body was so hard that no infected bite or scratch can penetrate it and infect her. When defending the house she will summon a harsh blizzard to chase infected away,since they don’t like the cold,for those who stay,mostly zombies,she will quite literally freeze them to death,encasing them in ice before shattering it. Thus why the infected call her a witch. Which she HATES as she thinks it means she’s an uncaring and cold hearted psycho. Other then that though,she is still the intelligent and graceful person she’s always been.

“Ugh..guh..I feel like I’m dying..”

Name: pollen

Age: 20

Status: infected (stage 1 of zombie infection.)

Feeling: sick

Bio: like her winged siblings,she had tried to get supplies. She didn’t get far before getting bit by a zombie in her wing. She was given the zombie vaccination,However..cause of her bug like immune system,it’s incredibly weak,even with her being at only STAGE 1,it could mean she could die if she gets to stage 2 or three..this also makes it so her bite mark and mouth are almost always bleeding her green blood..every month,for two days she will be bed-written too sick and ill to move,often vomiting entire meals or her own blood..she is miserable..always remarking she feels like she’s dying..

“HURT ME?! I’LL NDVER LET YOU HURT ANYONE AGAIN!!!”

Name: quartz

Age: 20

Status: immune

Feeling: emotional

Bio: her blood,being made of poison,makes it so any venom that gets in her skin,it gets immediately gets wiped. Quartz has such intense anger for the infected and darkon for making her family upset,so she lets out that rage on infected,getting so angry and shouty once that the sides of her weak skin around her mouth tore apart. After she takes care of infected with poison,she will sleep multiple hours in her bed cause of how tired she gets. When awake and not angry,she’s often just numb emotionally unless she’s set off by either making her happy,sad or angry.

“You will all return to where you’ve come from.”

Name: flour

Age: 20

Status: healthy

Feeling: neutral

Bio: when fighting infected,she has an ability that makes infected unable to get her. She has physic abilities that give infected such an intense headache,they can’t move. She then lifts her enemies into the air,she flicks them away from her home. She feels apathetic to how much pain she causes infected,feeling nothing for them. Other than that,she’s the same as she’s always been.

“Why would anyone wanna be around me?..I’m a hazard to everyone now..”

Name: clover

Age: 20

Status: infected (stage 5 of swamp fever.)

Feeling: isolated

Bio: clover was originally immune,but darkon got sick of how many immune cats there were,so he chose to spite her,cursing her with swamp fever,a disease originally from equestria that turns it victims into trees. Cause this was darkons version,it caused her more pain through its stages,eventually ending with her feet growing roots,her hair and tail/furr becoming more leaf like,longer and fluffier and a giant flower growing out of her eye. She mostly stays in her room,now seeing herself as a curse and burden on her family,the only reason she’s still alive is cause her DNA had the DNA of trees in it,so she couldn’t become a tree..she’s fully aware she could spread her infection by normal means of a flu or cold,but isn’t aware that shelby has a BUNCH of leftovers of the cure if that happened..

“Target, acquired. Preparing for elimination.”

Name: Susie

Age: 20

Status: immune

Feeling: neutral

Bio: being pretty much a full fledged robot,of course she couldn’t get infected. When confronting infected outside,she assaults them with nothing but hundreds of missiles until they’ve fled or their dead. Other than that,she’s pretty much the same,doing daily life still as stone faced as ever.

-mod shelby

(Oh man- I'm scared for the doggies if you're doing them next ;w;)

#mod speaks

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sickbxysoldier · 1 year ago

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❀ *◦ kang young-hyun. demiboy. he/they. queer. ⇝ hey, isn’t that ye-seung “damiar” adler ( nickname: thanatos )? i think that the twenty-seven year old from port coquitlam, bc, works as a funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra ; nightcrawler, but outside of that people describe them as the mysterious veil of a foggy night, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, a murder of crows, prayers spoken in a golden cathedral, the eerie vastness of suburbia after midnight. i hear they are mischevious & scheming, but they are also known to be eccentric & individualistic. consider giving them a visit at their home in the upstairs loft of frankenstein’s house of wax and get to know why they’re called the vampire.

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BASICS

full name: ye-seung “damiar” adler

age: 27 years old

date of birth: june 16, 1997

hometown: port coquitlam, british columbia

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: queer

occupation: funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra

spoken languages: korean, english, portugeuse

siblings: anissa adler, ava adler, marisol adler, cyrek fawn, kurt adler (deceased)

BACKGROUND

TW for implications of abuse, death, hospitals, illness.

damiar's story starts off in kelowna, british columbia. abandoned at birth, the only fleeting moment he would ever share with his biological mother being her demanding him being removed from the room – never to be seen again. found wrapped in a blanket on a porch that belonged to a random woman, he was immediately taken to the nearest hospital, where he was taken care of.

it became evident that no one was coming to claim the baby as time passed, which led to him being taken into the province's custody and placed in an orphanage under the name of ye-seung; he'd call the orphanage his home for the rest of his formative years. at the age of two, he was relocated, and at the age of three, a group of older children took him along with them when they ran away. being so young, he didn't understand the reason, but he trusted his foster siblings, so off they went.

a fire broke out at the orphanage that they'd left just minutes before; all of the children safely got out. damiar wouldn't come to know the reason until years later, that after years of mistreatment, the older children had had enough.

damiar was a child with a weak physique, immune system and health, often needing medical aid. their escape was eventually disrupted by a torrential downpour, which in turn got him sick before it turned into pneumonia a few days later. thankfully, by then, the group of children were safe, and he was able to be taken care of.

the next of his childhood were spent in a different, better orphanage in port coquitlam, lucky enough to be placed with the others he got out with. the years passed by normally after such a bizarre event, and one by one, he said goodbye to the foster siblings he arrived with – he was the last one left of the bunch. it crushed him. furthermore, the other kids in the home who alienated him seemed to find families much easier than he did; he lost count of how many had gone before him. at a certain point, he gave up on being wanted.

then along came the adlers. in his teens, he joined the family in anchorage – finally, he had a real home. damiar adler was finally born. with older and younger siblings, he was right in the middle; they were the missing pieces of his puzzle. even though he still thought of the older children who protected him years ago nearly every day, as time passed, he finally felt like he was wanted. no, he knew that he was.

although his peers did tend to shut him out for being different, at a certain point it stopped bothering him. trying to fit in wasn't worth the energy, and in the end it wasn't such a terrible thing: he learned how to have fun and enjoy life with only himself and his family.

kurt's death sent the family into shambles. it was a heartbreaking, tragic loss, and as grief swallowed the adlers, it brought upon an eventual interest in becoming a funeral director for the middle child. instead of running from the concept of death and its effects on the ones left behind, they hurtled towards it with an open mind, receiving an associate's degree in mortuary science and eventually taking up the position as the funeral director at the local mortuary.

HEADCANONS

damiar is a big fan of all things strange. creepy crawlies? amazing. he has pet tarantulas and raises moths. ghouls and goblins? great, they're pretty sure their loft space above the wax museum has some of its very own. they like collecting taxidermy, as well as animal skulls and bones; if you see them and their bins of dermestid beetles while you're out and about ... just mind your business tbh.

he has a black cat named bran that accompanies him everywhere, and a black cane with a hand-carved skull – of course, with damiar, there's always more. would you be surprised to hear that there's a sword inside of that thing?

have you heard of the killer? well, you certainly have if you've met damiar even once. it's just something that he brings up. he is just a creacher.

music is one of his more normal interests, so if you like music, great !! they love the drums (is the drummer in cyrek's band), and can play other instruments such as the piano and bass. he will totally geek out over good music with you.

they're very to the point; a filter doesn't exist. what's on the mind is simply said.

he loves pranks. mischief might as well be his middle name. the law? who is that. no trespassing? please do not the cat? this sign can't stop me because i can't read ( we are both dyslexic it's fine ).

is on the autism spectrum.

need someone for your kid's birthday party? good news, he's basically a pro in entertainment. magic tricks galore!

he is just a creacher.

#anchorintro #abuse tw #death tw #fire tw

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informl-lawlietonthings · 23 days ago

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Alright. Here's some information I have at the minute, to explain the case a bit better, I'll tell you about the girl and the whole case.

The girl was 13, she'd been in and out of many foster homes due to her illness she had, something chronic and fatal, that the doctors just could never find a name for.

The last facility she was in before meeting her new foster family was an orphanage that was known for taking care of troubled teens. One that held Octave and Salem in it.

Salem was there due to her troubled behavior, getting into fights, running away, and many other miscellaneous things you can guess. She's as much of a victim in this case as the girl.

Octave was a weird case. He wasn't troubled at all, he was actually the perfect kid from what his previous foster families said- Obedient, quiet, never caused issues. But none of them adopted him for a simple reason: something was...off with him.

The caretakers at the orphanage told me that the girl and Octave were rather close. The girl was said to often be in her room, too sick to spend time with the other kids outside, and Octave was known for staying inside away from other kids due to his anxiety. Of course the two would become quick friends in a situation like that.

She was being adopted by a family. The family was known for having adopted many children, the couple were one of those disgusting people that adopted kids for tax benefits, often aiming for sick kids that were too ill for others to adopt.

The day the family was coming to pick her up, she was found deceased in her bedroom, seemingly having hung herself. Of course, there were many small things that stuck out to me. The chair was too far for someone of her size to kick back, plus, there was no reason for it to be like that.

Not only that, but she had bruises on her wrists as if someone had held her down, and the bruises on her neck didn't make sense with the cause of death. It was obvious someone tried to cover it up, but the local police didn't have any reason to care, she was just another dead orphan.

They did suspect Octave for a few weeks, but there was no way the boy could've done it. He was known for being horrendously weak due to a bad immune system and having a weak body, so there's no way he could've picked her body up, or so the cops said.

Now, though I hate the people who hired me for this job, all they want is pity and to get money from this case, I want to catch the killer despite it. All hints aim towards Octave, he was the last one seen with her, he was known for sleeping in her room due to nightmares- I just can't understand why he would do it. It's the part that confuses me the most.

He had no reason to do such a thing, no hatred towards the girl, no reason to willingly do such a thing. It's the same reason why they dropped Octave's sister's case. No reason for Octave to kill her either.

- Scarlett

“Thank you for your cooperation, miss Scarlett. I have skimmed over this information briefly, as it is not my main object fixation; but I will say that it is not exactly boring either.

No reason, are you certain? It does seem pretty plain to me, by analyzing all the facts it would be difficult to not even form a theory regarding the motive; for you to admit that you have not read over everything that you have sent, or at least not carefully enough to have your own thoughts about it is.. something.

Going back to the murder, it seems quite obvious to me that the main (and perhaps only) motivation for the murder was compassion. Looking back at the information, it is most apparent that it was an act of mercy rather than malice; the girl and Octave were good friends, as you have described, and they cared about each other a great deal.

Now, if Octave knew that his sickly friend was going to be adopted not by people who had her best interest in mind, and who were most likely going to exploit her for their benefit, it’s not unheard of that he would attempt to do something about it; evidently, it’s not the most conventional way of eliminating a problem, but I believe that was his thought process in the moment.

About the bruises, it certainly does point to a struggle, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was between them; the whole situation seems heavily premeditated, especially since the body was found on the day of the adoption rather than earlier or later.

For Octave to have a sudden burst of homicidal activity towards his only friend is a bit of a senseless narrative to run by, hence why we will be discarding that narrative for the time being, until it becomes relevant or remotely useful.

Suicide, premeditated or not, comes with struggling reflexes of the body that is instinctively actioned to keeping the person alive; it can be loosely compared to post-mortem spasms where the corpse is activating the nervous system for the last time.

For there to be multiple wounds means that the first attempt was unsuccessful (which I speculate to be strangulation); it was attempted a second time and then covered up with the existence of a noose around her that unmistakably pointed to suicide.”

-L.

#l answered #l lawliet answered #l #l lawilet #death note ask blog

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silverlab101 · 2 years ago

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F10 Germicidal Treatment Shampoo 5l

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The treatment for ringworm is antifungal medication. Ringworm is often scaly and may be purple and itchy. Ringworm of the scalp is widespread in children warts treatment, where it may trigger bald patches. NOT SUITABLE FOR CATS. Do not give to pregnant or lactating canine.

The virus is spread by direct contact with different kids. Molluscum contagiosum is widespread and infrequently extensive in kids infected with HIV. In these youngsters with a weak immune system, the papules could additionally be giant and never respond to standard treatment. Athlete’s foot is a standard fungal infection that impacts as a lot colloidal silver warts as 70% of people at a while during their lives. It normally presents itself with a scaly, pink, itchy, sometimes oozing between the toes and sole of the foot and usually starts off as simply barely dry, flaky skin. You can contract Athlete’s foot in many locations, together with gyms, locker rooms, swimming swimming pools, nail salons or contaminated socks and clothing.

Less regularly, dogs develop a raised nodular lesion that will ooze called a kerion. The nails and claw folds may be contaminated by ringworm fungus, which leads to brittle or misshapen nails. Occasionally, canine are categorized as asymptomatic or silent carriers. In other words, they harbor the disease-causing fungus however present no visible signs of the situation.

#ringworm treatment

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silver-moon1 · 2 years ago

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Choose to Cruise

I have been on cruises ever since I was little, so after watching the documentary about the cruise industry it reaffirmed how I understood how the industry works. The cruise industry is a controlled choas business as they discussed. It is crazy to me that the cruise workers are working all day every day. When the cruise docks they turn it around and go again with a new set of customers. It is insane how nonstop it is and how they continue to just "go, go, go." My favorite part of cruises is all the activities and the FOOD. There is so much to explore on a cruise and there are so many different options when it comes to dining. In my personal experiences there is usually a buffet that is 24 hours depending on the type of food and then there are specialty restaurants. My family tended to do a mix of both. We loved having special dinner nights every now and then so we would book reservations to one of our favorite specialty restaurants on the ship.

As for cruise rooms my family and I have always gotten two rooms since there are four of us. We split up into parents and kids. Us kids usually had the smaller room and my parents would sometimes upgrade. However, we never really saw much of a point in spending a lot of money on a room when the point of a cruise is the activities so we don't use the room too much.

Any time I'm on a cruise I can't believe just how big the ship is. There are bedrooms, restaurants, casinos, theatre, art, entertainment, shops and tour excursions. Not to mention food and drink packages. The cruise industry is no joke it is an insane industry with so much wrapped up into it. Last time my family was on a cruise my sister decided to go to an art auction and buy a work of art. It was a quirky piece, but she loves it! Those experiences are some of my favorite traveling memories. The shows as well as super entertaining. When thinking of all that the ships crew has to do on a daily basis makes me incredibly thankful for all that they do. I don't ever give it much thought when I am on vacation, but they have an insane amount of work to do. They have to clean rooms, clean the ship, prep the food, get shows ready, get itineraries ready, prep everyones excursions, etc.

The only impact on local communities that I can think of would be getting sick. My mom and grandmother went on a cruise together sometime last year and the two of them came back from it with COVID. They knew that being around that many people could lead to that, but none of the less is still a setback. But being that there are so may people on one ship it is so easy to spread disease an illness, so I think it's very important to keep that in mind before you take a trip. Especially if you have a weak immune system.

I tend to not think too much about safety and security at sea. I have noticed cameras placed throughout, but I have never seen security in action in any way.

One additional thing I love on cruises are the shops and the photo opportunities. On the cruises I have been on there are specific events throughout the term of the cruise where they do fun backdrops for photos or sales in the shops. I realized early on that if you want to do any shopping it is best to wait towards the end of the cruise because that is when the best deals happen and you can save a little money.

I think they do this to get rid of some of their stock and get more money out of people, which is smart considering that once that set of customers leave there will be new customers coming onboard.

Overall, this week has taught me a little bit more about the cruise industry and how it operates. It's very intense and chaotic from what it seems like. The machinery alone is intimidating, but the turnaround time from one place to another and from one set of patrons to another is crazy. There seems to be no time to be spared when it comes to cruising and I commend all the workers onboard.

#booking #cruises #norwegian #wowwww

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sannome707 · 2 years ago

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Ensemble Sekai AU - Hero Hospital Show!

#this accidentally took much longer and quality went down.#blame the sekai anniv and current enstar event #anyways hope you guys like it ;D #although ethically it won't be a good idea to put #two kids with weak immune systems in one room #oh well #pjsekai #project sekai #enstars #ensemble stars #tsukasa tenma #saki tenma #chiaki morisawa #my art #fan art #prsk_fa #digital art #sgsrii

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ismaet · 3 years ago

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Housekid AU Part 4

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

Idea: Casita raises Mirabel

Julieta is Busy. Very Busy. Busy making sure the people of Encanto are healthy. Busy stopping outbreaks of diseases due to weak, untrained immune systems before they could go any bigger. Busy cooking food all day and night so she could fulfill her job in the first place. Busy, Busy, Busy.

Agustin is Busy. Very Busy. Busy assisting his wife in the kitchen. Busy assisting his wife in whatever errands she had for the day. Busy providing her ovens with the right amount of firewood. Busy, Busy, Busy.

Julieta and Agustin are very Busy.

The kitchen's practically their Room now.

The only breaks they ever get are during sleep, eating times, and for hygiene.

And even those are tainted with work.

Sleep filled with the worries of tomorrow's tasks. Eating times filled with new orders chores being handed out. Heck, their baths are hardly baths at all. It's all as quick as one reasonably can make; because the more time passes that they aren't in the kitchen, the more time accidents and incidents are allowed to happen without Julieta's Gift as a Safety Net.

The more time reasons for her Mamá to double her workload are tempted to manifest.

She can't have that.

She can't handle any more.

So, Julieta works extra hard to not make any mistakes- to not have any delays or interruptions. Everything that's to be done is done; nothing more, nothing less. The Encanto is counting on her. Mamá is counting on her.

(It's tiring, but at least she isn't alone. Agustin is always by her side, and she sometimes gets to see her two daughters whenever their chores intersect in time and place. Those are always the best of days: when the four of them are together. Even for the briefest of minutes.

But lately, there's been something nagging at the back of Julieta's mind. There's been something that makes her heart plummet in that certain kind of fear; that raises her adrenaline in that familiar rush that often comes in the wake of a big epiphany. Specifically, the realization that she's forgotten something. Something important. Something very important apparently, because the feeling is slowly increasing in intensity with each passing day.

You've forgotten something. You've forgotten something. You've forgotten something. You've forgotten somethingYou'veforgottensomethingYou'veforgottensomethingYou'veforgottenYou'veforgottenforgottenforgottenforgottenforgOTtENFoRGOTtEnFORGOTTEN-

Did she?)

Perspective shift

A lot happened during the weeks following Abuelita's suggestion.

For one, Mirabel finally finished her new dress. It was still mostly white- she was her Mamí's kid, after all -but now it also has splashes of her Tio's green in the form of a scarf tied around her waist, the hourglass pattern line from his old Ruana lining the hem of her skirt, the tassles and frills at the bottom and underside of said skirt, and finally the new Glamour Bandana around her neck.

Seeing that she was going though a wardrobe change, she had decided to take the chance to ditch her old Glamour Ruana after her hermano's report of the accidental mind-screwing (plus sometimes it flies to cover her eyes during roof-runs; she now knows how it feels to land on the pavement face first), and also because of the fact that it was beginning to be too small for her.

Her brother had then suggested the bandanna as a replacement- because it was small and practical and subtle -and from there, the Glamour Bandanna was born.

"Are you sure this won't scramble my brain anymore?"

"I already said sorry, Yano!"

(Her Tio Bruno also cried for a good 40 minutes upon seeing her new dress, but that was to be expected. Don't worry though; Mirabel hugged and cuddled him, Mariano dug up his twistiest plotlines to share a laugh over, Abuelita made him tea, and Casita hummed a calming tune with her tiles. Their efforts washed the tears away, but the proud smile at seeing his ratoncita wearing his color remained smugly stuck on his face for the rest of the year.)

Next, in a discussion over Bruno's potential alter egos for public usage, attention was brought to Casita's lack of a last name. The matter, surprisingly, offended Senora Rosa Guzman; and the woman immediately sought to remedy it.

By offering her original apellido.

"Mi hermana, you're alive. You deserve, at the very least, a last name. So... if it isn't too forward, and you haven't picked one yet... you can use my maiden one. This way, not only will you have a complete nombre, we'd finally be sisters in name as well."

The loud explosion of motion around Mirabel's Lantern following that declaration was a resounding acceptance, and the youngest Madrigal added to the chaos by cheering for her mother's new apellido. (Idly, she wondered if 'Mirabel Valentina Rojas Guzman Milagros Madrigal' was too long a name now. It probably was, but honestly, she could care less. Her mother and Abuelita were 'officially' sisters now! That was the more important thing in this situation!)

Then finally, her Tio being public ready after weeks of preparation. The costumes for his rats were done, his stage-stand was primed, and his stories were proof-read and as riveting as ever.

Mirabel had also finished the enchanted threadwork for glamour needed on his cape (similar to her bandanna), and so with the added bonus of her mother gleefully, proudly letting her Tio have her new last name as his alter ego's- Oscar Milagros:The Storyteller was born.

"Hey, look at you, Tio!"

"Go Tio!"

"Knock their socks off, Brunieto!"

Suffice it to say, this year had been quite busy for the Guzman-Milagros-Madrigal Bunch, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonds were tightening, connections were strengthening, skills were flourishing; the little family was thriving.

(And Casita couldn't help but preen proudly at the fact that she was the catalyst to all of this. She had set out to raise and take care of her Little Miracle, and she had done it. Her daughter won't ever be alone and unloved now

especially if something bad were to happen to her.)

Bruno's first show was held near the outskirts of town.

Not only did that fact allow him a small sample size of a viewing audience as a field test- as well as give the illusion that he came from outside of the Encanto with the usual traders -it was also away from Madrigal Traffic.

Because Alma Madrigal was always one for appearances, and that made her focus on the central part of town- unintentionally neglecting the Outskirts.

(They exploited that fact with unparalleled glee.)

So they dragged his wheeled stage-stand into one of the plazas, took a step back, and allowed Oscar Milagros to come out and play.

Later, Mirabel would be happy to report (read: Recall. They were all present for her Tio's first show) that it was a hit.

People were instantly drawn in by her Tio's natural air of mystique and playfulness. His new special way of speaking kept them in place just as much as the words conveying his tale. The weirdness and cuteness derived from his use of costumed rats in conjunction with his gorgeous painted backgrounds only added to his unique charm.

The hook of his Pilot episode certainly didn't hurt the positive reception either. From the current reactions, she couldn't wait to see how'd the Town would handle the biggest plot twist in Season 1.

All in all, it was a promising start. And as weeks went by with an episode every couple of days, it was clear that it'll only be uphill from there.

"Senor Oscar! Senor Oscar! What's gonna happen next?!"

"Ay, Oscar! You better give Georgia what she deserves!"

"I knew it! I called it!"

"Hey Oscar! They aren't really related, are they?"

"Senor Oscar! Can I play with your rats?"

"Oye, Oscar! Here's some cheese for your actors. They did a good job during Episode 24!"

"Oscar please tell me they'd get together! I can't handle the suspense!"

"No! No fucking way! That wasn't- wait. That was what that foreshadowing meant?!"

"Oscar hijo! Have a drink- that episode was more emotional than usual, eh?"

"Hey Oscar! When you showing at other parts of town? I have a couple of amigos interested over at the East side!"

"Guys, guys! Senor Oscar's here! He's here!"

The audience had even started throwing money at the end of each episode- which Tio Bruno originally declined, but in the end accepted to use for funding the show and repaying Abuelita despite her protests.

Mirabel took note of her Tio's growing self-confidence- his wide smile, carefree movement, much more expressive self; and smiled.

Yeah, he was going to be fine.

(The Lantern Burns, a little stronger.)

Perspective shift

It's almost Mirabel's birthday again (Ay Dios Mio, how time flies!), and Rosa Guzman has a Plan.

Ever since Little Mirabel found them (or more accurately, was led to) at the tender age of 6 and became her student in all things concerning the needle and thread, the woman has learned a lot about her adopted nieta.

(Never before has she felt the urge to strangle an old friend so strongly.)

The most relevant to her Plan though, was the fact that the little butterfly had to run from La Casa Madrigal all the way to La Casa Guzman and vice versa, every single day. Either on the roads, or on the rooftops.

It was good exercise yes- little Mirabel had the body of an athlete hidden under all that baby fat -but surely doing so so often, not to mention all the chaos that she usually falls into between each run, would be tiring?

And so thus, the Plan.

Casita's physical form would always be her home even if the family within it isn't, of course. But giving her precious Mirasol one of the guest rooms in the house for times she's too exhausted to make the trip would make for a good birthday present, no? Her own place in the house that isn't the Sewing Room. (She could even do the same for her darling Brunieto!) Oh, just thinking about all the benefits of such an arrangement for her beloved nieta makes her all the more excited to start.

And so, start she did.

The rooms themselves were already ready to house a person, so besides being a bland blank canvas (that would be absolutely bursting with color once her nieta was done with it, she was sure), she didn't have to worry about that front.

What all she really needed to do was get her Mirasol material and furniture to decorate her new room with, clean said room of dust, and go to Senor Alfonso downtown to commission for a personalized doorknob.

She had noticed that trend with all the Madrigal Doors- their doorknobs carved with the first letter of their name -and figured her nieta would like to have her own.

(Casita telling her that the Nursery's handle was only a dull, common knob was merely more motivation and more disappointment and sadness and anger and offense.)

The first two tasks were easy. All she had to do was keep the material and furniture in their supply crates and store them in the room during the evening (after she cleaned it, of course) when her nieta was at La Casa Madrigal.

The third one though...

"Really, Mama?!" Mariano's face was indescribably excited. At her fond nod, he beamed before saluting.

"You can count on me!"

Then he rushed off, grabbing his machete from the wall and practically burst into the Sewing room, eliciting an adorable yip of surprise from his hermanita.

"Yano wha-"

"Miraposita! Break! Mama's got a sudden errand to attend to! Wanna go Scouting with me?!"

Poor little Mirabel blinked at him a few times in confusion, but quickly recovered with a big, wide smile. Ah, they'll never get enough of that sight, will they?

"Really?!"

"Really! Race you to Montana View Point!" With his challenge made, Mariano ran to the nearest balcony, jumped on the railings, and climbed onto the roof with a masterful flip. Mirabel- with a bit of a scuffle to gently put away the piece she'd been working on and an indignant 'HEY!' -was right behind him, face set and her bag glowing extra bright as Casita shifted a few planks to allow her an unbroken sprint.

Seconds later, as Rosa watched her children fade into flitting dots above the rooves against the horizon; the woman smirked triumphantly.

Time to get that doorknob made.

Perspective shift

There's definitely something going on with the Lantern.

Casita hummed, feeling out that piece of her intertwined with her daughter's soul. Already, it's starting to feel less her and more Mirabel's; which was great! Not only would that strengthen both her Candelita and the Lantern's flame, it would also give Casita more of a leg to stand on when claiming the youngest Madrigal as a daughter.

(Unnoticed, Mirabel's image on The Madrigal Family Portrait slowly fades away. Bruno's is not far behind.)

But anyway; ever since Mirabel and Mariano's acknowledgement of their siblinghood, the Lantern Candle's Flame had suddenly switched from being just a window she can reach out from into a whole entire room. It's been storing energy, using energy, increasing little by little in magical strength- and for once, Casita doesn't have the faintest idea why. Actually, that's a lie, she does have a theory, but- it's too early to tell. Though if it is going that way...

Casita grinned.

She can't wait.

Perspective shift

Bruno understands, but he can't help but worry.

"Ay, little listener. What's the, what's the problem? Rain is beautiful but your clouds are so dark."

His little Bat hums tiredly, a half-heartedly eaten arepa in her hands. Her hair is loose and free, as his hands need them to be in order for a comb.

It's only a few minutes after his show today, after all. They've got time.

Brush, pull, brush, fluff. Her hair's smooth, silky. The sensation is funny.

"Tio...I've, I've been..." Her voice is smaller than usual.

"Hmm?"

"...it's her 8th soon." There's sadness, longing.

"You have a gift ready?" An out.

"We're up to 3 years now." Ah, he's always known she was as stubborn as her mother. She's started it, she's seeing it through. There's pride in his chest.

"They're up to 3 years. They forgot. We didn't. You didn't."

Gratitude flashes in her eyes. It's quick to be drowned. "She doesn't know though."

Bruno grins. "But she could."

There's fear. Of rejection, specifically. Of hate. It's irrational, Bruno thinks, considering his Mouse is involved.

"Isn't it too late?" Her voice had no business being that meek.

It doesn't suit her.

"We never stopped though, Little Bat. Even with, with me in Casita's walls. Even with you in Mamá's noose. Never missed a birthday. We've got perfect attendance. Mira's just not the Monitor for yours."

He thinks of the flashes of surprise, suspicion, recognition, and dangerous hope in his Mouse's eyes whenever she received one of Dolores' gifts under the guise of them being from Bruno.

He thinks of his Mouse going the extra mile for Dolores' gifts on her birthdays; more than for any other family member (except him).

He thinks- he hopes, really -that they might have a new family member soon.

"But she'd love to be, I feel," He grabs her red ribbon and begins tying, "She'd love to see your record."

A tight pull, a quick fluff. His sobrina's beautiful.

A bite on the arepa. "You think so?"

A smirk. "I know so."

There's... nervousness. Jittering. And then it's gone. An inhale, an exhale, one final breath; and determination replaces.

It doesn't go away.

"I should have enough of Abuela's trust by now," She breathes out, "That I, I could make it. I would make it. But- But I don't have a gift yet. I mean, I do but- it's not, it's- nothing worthy for this." The end is an octave higher.

Bruno laughs.

His smile is a little mad.

"Oh, little Bat. Your presence would be a gift enough."

Perspective shift

It's Mirabel's 8th birthday, and La Casa Guzman came alive in more ways than one.

Loud, enthusiastic greetings and songs. Impromptu dances. A flour fight in the kitchen while they were baking Mirabel's cake. A scuffle-tickle-wrestling fight in the same kitchen while they were trying to clean it up. A water fight in the bathroom while they were getting cleaned up. Playing dress-up in Mariano's room and the whole debacle ending with them somehow making a patch that striped the boy's hair with a fitting yellow and a scarf that made him look like a girl version of himself. Playing weirdly complicated but very engaging games in the living room with Casita as their Gamemaster, the whole event evolving into a full-on story/play that Bruno immediately wrote down for a possible side-show. A singing competition after Mirabel playfully mocked Mariano's latest poems for not rhyming, and the boy broke out into song in response. A race across the whole of Encanto after the two kids (and one magical entity) were kicked out so that the rest of the food could be made without chaos.

All-in-all, a normal day for the Guzman-Milagros family; and Mirabel wouldn't have it any other way.

(The Lantern Sparks. The Candle Shudders. Casita pauses, and anticipates.)

When they were finally allowed back, the sight that greeted them can only be described by the word 'cosy'.

The dining table was all set up and ready, filled with delicious food enough for all of them. Around the living room were colorful decorations: flags, triangles, stars, banners, streamers- but none too bright or too flashy. They just put a lot more pop of contrast against the warm clay brown of the walls, emphasizing that while there was a celebration, it was still home. There were also more pillows than usual and even a few blankets on the sofas too- as well as a hammock and a thin mattress on the floor next to the fireplace -just for good measure.

They already had their rambunctious fun in the morning, after all, so now it was time for quiet.

(And considering what was probably going to happen in the next few minutes, the reprieve was very much needed.)

The cake was not yet done though, so Mirabel and Mariano took that chance to rest and cuddle by the fireplace; Bruno later joining them with a cup of Chocolate Santafereño and a half-bitten Buñuelo. They shared a few stories, a few jokes- a fight over Bruno's Buñuelo almost happened and the only saving grace had been the fact that the siblings were tired: typical bonding activities of the Guzmán-Milagros'.

The calm, amused quiet that followed that almost-fight was later pleasantly broken by Abuela Rosa's beautiful voice.

"Cumpleaños feliz," She sang softly, emerging from the kitchen with a two-layer white cake covered in colorful frosting and 8 candles, "Cumpleaños feliz!"

Mariano and Bruno shared a glance before putting on two happy grins. "Te deseamos todos!" They eagerly led their little Mirabel to the table, putting her on the head chair that Casita provided with a few tile shifts.

"Cumpleaños feliz!" All three elders finished, the result of their efforts a little girl with teary eyes and a brilliant smile on her face.

"Graciás," Mirabel managed, "Graciás."

"Happy Birthday, Hermanita." Mariano smiled, pointing to the candles with a tilt of his head. "Go on; make a wish!"

Abuelita lightly smacked her son by the bicep, earning a giggle from the birthday girl. "Let her have the moment, mi pequeno Ciervo. Your stomach can wait."

"Ay but Mamá! Your Ají de Aguacate!" Mariano half-joked, half-whined; sending a wink to his sister before fully immersing himself in the argument of the ethics of using manipulation to get to eat food faster.

When Bruno joined the bickering seconds later, Mirabel couldn't help but close her eyes and relish in the feeling of having her family's voices all around her. It was nice. The subtle but always-there hum of her Mamí's magic slowly seeping into La Casa Guzman, the presence of her family members, the bond underneath all their playful arguments and insults, the warmth of their love from the bodies surrounding her to the food and decorations- it was all so... home, that Mirabel wanted to bawl.

Her her bigger family La Familia Madrigal was a big family. But it never felt like one, barring very few, very rare moments. Everyone was almost always separated, lost in the monotony of their work, that even during Family meals- it was all just chores, chores, chores. It was all about the image of a perfect family; rather than striving to be as close as they can to being one. The connections were flimsy, superficial. Dios, they even forgot about her!

(Idly, unknowingly, instinctually; she thinks of cracks covered in desperate plaster, slathered with layers of substandard paint.)

(Casita startles. The Lantern gives an almost playful spark. The Candle trembles.)

La Familia Guzman-Milagros, though? A small family of 5? With half of them not even related? The bonds are tight, thick. No matter how far away each member are from each other, they never feel alone. The... there-ness, of each person is ever present. It's impossible to ignore- not that anybody ever wanted to. There was love, there was care; and it was warm.

(When Mirabel blew out her candles, her wish was plain on her face.)

Surprisingly, the birthday dinner was calm- for Guzman-Milagros standards, at least. Mariano hogged all of the Ají de Aguacate but Abuelita Rosa managed to stop him before he could get a stomach ache. Bruno accidentally dipped an arepa in hot sauce and only survived because Casita got him some milk. Mirabel choked on a candle that Mariano somehow included with the cake slice he gave. The more exciting stories they'd saved for this event finally got told, helped by a couple of Bruno's rats for practice. There were also a few close calls to a 4-way food fight- over the argument of whether or not coconuts were of mammalian nature, no less -but Abuelita, amazingly, halted those with just a single raised eyebrow and the Look Of Disappointment™ brimming behind her eyes.

(Casita feels excitement. The Lantern's about to put on a show.)

Before they knew it, they had cleaned up the table, and it was finally time for presents.

(Mariano and his Mother shared excited glances.)

The two men of the family went first, with the more theatrical one revealing his box with a graceful flourish of his cape. Bruno's gift is a custom pocket watch; polished silver for the casing, green glass for the face, and the intricate butterfly designs inlaid in gold. The words 'Las arenas se arremolinan, pero el desierto es un río' are expertly carved on the side.

"'The sands swirl, but the desert's a river'," Mirabel read, gently tracing the words. Bruno smiled.

"It's to remind you," His hand seek her hair and he obliges, "that the Future is always changing. It's to remind you, that however worse the sandstorm is, it isn't still. It's to remind you, that you should always push forward, no matter how hard it may be." He looks her in the eye. For a second, green glows in tandem with gold.

"It's to remind you," There's a lilt in his soft voice; a lilt perhaps of mischief? Fondness? Joy? Love? "that I See by the sand, and thus so you should never worry when traversing it, because I will always be there by your side, as your eyes and as your guide."

It takes a minute for Mirabel to calm down.

(The Lantern sparks. It's Bright.)

After cooing at the adorable Sobrina-Tio moment, the youngest of the two men finally stepped forward and his grin is something fierce. Mariano's gift is a small machete (What? Tia Casita told me I could! Mira will be fine, Mama!)- engraved with Mirabel's name and with a sheath made of the best leather for her enchanted embroidery.

"Two more years and they'd let you join me out there," Mariano said, watching as his sister admired her new blade, "and by then you'll have needed to have your own bolo. So I got you one! You're the best dance partner I've ever had, hermanita. I can't wait."

Mirabel's beaming smile rivaled the shine of her machete's polish.

(The Lantern sparks. It's Brighter.)

It's now Abuela Rosa's turn, and Mirabel could feel the atmosphere shift. Like... the world itself was holding it's breath- excited and nervous for whatever laid inside the innocuous small wrapped box.

"Mijita preciosa," The elder woman began, "I've had the honor and pleasure of calling you one of my own for two years now, and hopefully for more. You've thrived under my care, and we as well in your company. La Casa Guzman became a home for you," Her smile is mischievous, "And I think it's about time to make that official, no?"

"Abuelita?"

"Come with me, Mirasol." Gently, the Guzman Matriarch led the Madrigal Heir to the bedroom wing, escorted by their two men. They passed through Abuela's, then Mariano's- until finally, they came to a stop in front of one of the guest rooms.

A dangerous feeling burst inside of Mirabel's chest as she realized that the door had no doorknob.

That feeling only doubled when Mariano left her tail with a realizing Bruno in tow, both of them then positioning themselves on each side of the door.

"Abuelita?" Mirabel asked again, tears in her eyes and a desperate, reluctantly reigned-in hope in her voice.

The elder woman's smile was all love.

"Happy Birthday, mi pequeña Mirabel," the box that had been taunting her all walk was finally placed in her hands, "Welcome Home."

Shakily, the little girl unraveled the ribbon and lifted the cover.

Inside was the most beautifully crafted golden doorknob she'd ever seen.

Fully trembling now, she grasped the object with as much care as she could while emotions of all kinds and intensity were roiling around inside her poor little heart, her fingers tracing the monogrammed 'M' over and over and over again- as if just to prove to herself that it was real.

She didn't know how long she spent in the trance, or how her tears were big and flowing, but when she finally looked up and saw the patience and love in her family's eyes, she realized it didn't matter. They knew how important this was to her, how needed- and they let her have her moment.

She loves them so much.

"What are you waiting for, hermanita?" Mariano softly half-teased, "Your Door is waiting."

Her Door.

An actual Door to an actual Room.

A Room that was all her own.

It shouldn't have felt like the few steps needed to be closer took years to accomplish, but it did. Mirabel looked at the doorknob again- one last check, one last check -and saw...

Herself.

With her family right behind her.

(The Lantern goes wild. It sparks. It burns. It-)

A happy sob, and finally the doorknob is clicked into place.

(It's gold.)

(Reblog for Part 5! Sorry this took long; School punched me in the gut and had us have the 3rd Mastery Test 2 weeks after the First Day of class when even our LMS is still desert empty. Hope you enjoy!)

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I love all 3 ideas but I would have to go with the 3 living in the walls mostly because of all the angst and redemption the village and family will go through. Like living in the walls for 10 years isn't healthy especially for kids. The Casita and Dolores did their best to get them food but they're probably Malnourished and have weak immune systems. When the 3 are seen again it really hits everyone hard on how this could have been stopped if they just reach out to them.

Oh absolutely.

Casita would try to make as much space as possible for them without alerting the family to them/breaking its own structure. (I like to imagine since Maribel is the gift, living inside Casita's walls, it would give them a little place like one of the rooms, but obviously not super big like Antonio's)

Bruno would often go days without eating because he'd give whatever he got to Camilo and Maribel. Dolores eventually gives in and helps them because she can't stand hearing how hungry her tío is, along with her primos. Still, despite how much she can sneak them it's not nearly enough two growing kids should have on average, not including an adult man. Camilo and Maribel's height would be stunted, which would make everyone else feel horrible.

Their immune systems are actually strong as shit, they live in a really dusty, uncleaned space that has rats, lizards, snakes, and all types of critters, so they grow a stronger immunity. The twins got sick as hell when they first moved in, but Dolores would sneak them Julieta's cooking.

When they come out and have canon shenanigans, god it's not a fun reunion nor a fun realization. The other family members are really punched in the gut about how not talking about their issues affected this branch. Not only did Pepa and Julieta lose their brother for ten years, but their sobrinos were also really affected by it. They didn't see them grow up and they are forever going to be effect by this. Generational trauma baby!

Someone help this entire family.

#papa of two au #papa with twins au #papa bruno au #papa bruno #encanto #encanto disney #disney encanto #bruno madrigal #disney #encanto au #camilo madrigal #maribel madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #answered

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— genshin boys and how you take care of them when they’re sick.

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CHILDE:

Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.

DILUC:

Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.

KAEYA:

Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.

ZHONGLI:

As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.

XIAO:

Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"

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