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yournameoneverypage · 2 years

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Serendipity

Word Count: ~3.8k Warnings: Mentions of drinking and smoking. Otherwise, straight up Christmas fluff. A/N: Hey Anon #2, I don’t know what you meant by the stories of Shawn singing “Creep”, but I liked your idea otherwise, so with a few alterations, this was what I came up with. And Anon #1, I wanted to try to work in a couple of your prompts but this didn't turn out the way I had originally planned. I still wanted to thank you though! (I might use your ideas for future stories, if that's all right. A few could easily work as non-Christmas blurbs!) I hope you all enjoy this holiday story. I'm sorry it posted after Christmas for many of you. I haven't had much inspiration to write lately, and I've been a bit sick this week, so I'm hoping it's still good enough. I always proofread, but please forgive any errors I may have missed! Merry Christmas, my dears...!!

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“Ladybug?”

You hadn’t heard that nickname in several months and had only ever been called that by one person. You turned toward the voice and there he stood, all 6’3” of him, thicker than he had been the last time you had seen him this close before you. You knew he’d been training regularly to stay fit for the European and North American legs of the tour he finished two months earlier.

It made no matter if he was lean and lanky or a bit more muscular, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes was impossibly beautiful.

Your heart always drummed faster when you were in his presence. That had never changed. In fact, it was worse not having seen him face to face in so long.

“Hey Rockstar,” you grinned, your eyes meeting his olive ringed, amber hued brown.

“Oh my God!” he laughed, pulling you into a hug that caused warmth and latent yearning to burst and envelop every inch of you. His embrace lasted longer than you expected and you reveled in it, breathing him in. “What are you doing in LA?” he asked when he finally eased away.

“Working. Always working,” you snickered. “I’ve had assignments here for the past few weeks. What are you doing here?”

“Meetings.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which couldn’t have waited till after the New Year?”

“I know, eh? But Andrew was adamant and didn’t want things overshadowing the holidays.”

“So, important stuff,” you indicated.

“Not as important as you might think,” he grumbled.

“I sense a little bitterness.”

“If it weren’t for the meetings-”

“Which you probably could have Zoomed,” you offered.

“Yes!” he reacted, with a frustrating chuckle, running a hand through his ever present, chocolate curls. “I shouldn’t have had to have left Toronto in the first place, and now I can’t even get back for Christmas. My flight was delayed, then delayed again, and finally cancelled.”

You understood his irritation. “My flight home to New York was cancelled as well. The storm is walloping the entire East Coast; my mom told me they’ve been getting at least an inch an hour since last night and the winds are vicious.”

“That’s what my sister was saying. Blizzard conditions. Travel not recommended. My whole family was supposed to be together this year. My parents have already rescheduled our Christmas Day celebration for Monday.”

“So then you may not miss anything after all," you tried reassuring him. "Hopefully you’ll be able to get on a flight before then. I think the storm is supposed to move on by morning.”

“I’ll confess, I’m a little less mad at Andrew now than I was twenty minutes ago. It’s so good to see you, Bug,” he murmured, eyes soft and smile tender.

///

There had always been a mutual attraction between you and Shawn, from the very first time you had met when he was nineteen, even though you had had a boyfriend at the time, and he had been infatuated with one of his best friends.

Your fascination with one another was strong enough that you flirted, shamelessly, whenever your paths crossed, even skirting the edge between teasing and cheating more than once. But neither of you were the type willing to cross that final line.

The closest you had ever come was when you found yourself working on the set of Shawn’s video for ‘Summer of Love’ in Mallorca in August of the year before. You spent all of your time together when you weren’t shooting, and it was even more carefree than what was portrayed on film.

It had been one of the best weeks of your life. He was easy to be around and to talk to, his bright smile rivaled the Spanish sun, and his laughter was quick to spark and wholly contagious. He was willing to try most anything and the adventures you embarked on off set were mostly auspicious, occasionally disastrous, but always spectacular.

The night before he was to leave, loose-lipped from drinking and mellow from smoking, Shawn had confided in you that he felt his two-year relationship with the best friend who had ultimately become so much more to him was reaching its end. He was having trouble accepting that the future he’d dreamt of with the girl he'd once felt was 'the one' was fading and he was feeling a little desperate about returning to the States.

You had wrapped your arms around him and hugged him close to try to comfort him. You told him that no matter what happened, it would be okay.

His sorrow was sharp after a week free of worries, and the cervezas he had chased your tequila shots with had his nose in the crook of your neck and his lips brushing against your pulse point just below the angle of your jaw. As desperately as you wanted to comfort him even more, so much more, you refused to be the catalyst by which his relationship indeed ended.

You had taken it upon yourself to remove the temptation, for both your sake, in the inexplicable chance of a lapse in judgment or morals. You had reluctantly eased away and cupped his face. You felt you knew Shawn well enough to trust he wouldn’t have taken it any further, but the way his eyes had shifted from yours to your lips, and again, had you smiling gently but shaking your head almost imperceptibly. You had grazed his lips with the pad of your thumb and kissed his cheek instead.

Three months later, he and his ex had broken up.

You had considered reaching out, but decided it was better to give him time to sort himself out, for his relationship had been serious and long lasting, and very public. To be honest, you had hoped he would contact you first. And he had, after the New Year, before tour began, but it was too late. You were freshly involved with someone; someone you were beginning to have honest feelings for.

It was disappointing, for you had always wondered what Shawn would’ve been like as a boyfriend, but the timing was off. The godforsaken timing had always been off for you two.

Shawn had had a little fling with someone the summer just passed. Not many people had been truly aware of it, but being ‘in the business’, and within your circle, you had heard about it.

It had bothered you more than you were willing to admit. You didn’t like thinking of him with someone new, even though everyone knew it wasn’t meant to last, even Shawn and the girl themselves. You knew it was ridiculous to think that way, and you were still in your relationship anyway, so what did it matter?

And then you and your ex separated, which had been four months ago, when you realized you weren’t as in love with him as you had tried to convince yourself you were. The fact that your breakup coincided with learning about Shawn’s dalliance was something you couldn’t escape.

After four years of an ebb and flow friendship, and maybe a little pining over what could’ve been, at least on your end, here you and Shawn were, finally single at the same moment, in the same place, during the most magical time of the year.

///

You decided to have lunch together and catch up.

Even after months of little contact, conversation and laughter flowed as if no time at all had passed since Mallorca. You didn’t even bat an eye when he stole bites of food from your plate; that’s how natural things had always been between you.

Lunch bled into a walk around LA, neither of you willing to end your reconnection too early. The festive decorations in every storefront window, strings of lights draped around every tree, the holly and garland twined around light posts, the displays in the park and throughout the outdoor market, it all screamed Christmas, but you and Shawn had both grown up in a much colder climate.

You found your arm wrapping around his bicep while you strolled throughout the city but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“Christmas doesn’t feel the same without a blanket of snow,” you sighed.

“There may not be snow, but there is ice skating.” He pointed to the outdoor rink in the near distance. “What do you say?”

You weren’t a strong skater, and it had been a while since you’d been on ice. “If you promise you won’t let me fall.”

“I will try my very best,” he declared. “Is that enough?”

“If I fall,” you warned, "I’m taking you down with me.”

“Acknowledged,” he laughed.

While you waited for your session time, you sat side by side on a bench, almost impossibly close, to help to keep you warm, Shawn rationalized, but there was a spirited glint in his eyes when he said so. Your hands were wrapped around cups of hot cocoa while you wondered together what your families were doing in your absence.

It was chilly so close to the ice, and you were thankful for Shawn’s body heat and the blanket he had rented along with your skates.

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You started off slowly, gliding around the large evergreen in the center of the ice, Shawn close by your side, but giving you enough space so as not to throw off your balance. You were only slightly wobbly and as your confidence grew, so did your speed.

Shawn was skating circles around you, literally, and his antics had you giggling. The harder you laughed, the more unsteady you became, until you felt it coming before it actually did. Your legs began to slide out from beneath you and you were going to fall on your butt, embarrassingly so, but at the very last moment, Shawn was there, hands gripping you from behind, beneath your arms, to catch you and right you.

“I got you,” he whispered, lips ever so close to your ear.

Suddenly he was in front of you, instead of behind. His quick movement had you swaying again, and your hands shot out to grip his forearms. His hands were immediately on your hips to keep you steady. He was chuckling at the surprise on your face, while bringing your bodies closer. “You good?” he smirked.

“I’m good,” you confirmed, cheeks darkening from the pink of the chill and exertion to the red of having him so close to you.

Time stood still and simultaneously stretched before he finally withdrew his hands from your hips. You swore you could still feel the heat of his handprints. You then removed your hands from his arms, which was a mistake, as you weren’t as steady as thought you were.

In the following instant you screeched, “Not good!”, as you actually went down this time, pulling Shawn with you.

You both rumbled with laughter while flat on your backs, side by side on the ice, looking up at the pinks and purples of the sunsetting sky.

///

Walking away from the skating rink, Shawn casually reached for your hand and you responded by interlacing your fingers with his. There was a small shift in the energy between you then.

“I still have my rental,” you told him. “We shouldn’t have to spend Christmas alone. Why don’t you ditch your hotel and come over? We can drink eggnog and watch holiday movies. There’s a second bedroom you’re welcome to use.” It all came rushing out rather quickly, and you held your breath waiting for Shawn’s reply.

“I would love that,” he whispered, giving your hand an extra little squeeze. He smiled serenely when your eyes rose to his. “I should return to my hotel to grab my things then.”

“Why don’t you do that while I run one last errand. I can text you the address of the condo. Do you still have my number? It hasn’t changed.”

You hadn’t meant for your words to be anything more than an innocent question and statement, but it had triggered suppressed guilt in him.

“I thought about calling so many times,” he confessed, voice soft and apologetic.

“I would have liked hearing from you more often,” you said gently.

“You were...seeing someone. I was touring. When I wasn’t otherwise preoccupied, I was lonely. I didn’t want to come to rely on you to get me through the bad days.”

“You could have.” You squeezed his hand. “Friends are there for you, especially when you need them. I would have been there for you.”

“I know that. I do. I just didn’t want to mess anything up for you.”

His admission was perplexing. “What do you think you would have messed up?”

“That is a conversation best left for another time,” he hedged.

You didn’t want to press him for more. It would come to light soon enough; he wasn’t one to hold onto secrets. He was too honest not to share his thoughts with the one who his thoughts were about.

///

Shawn arrived at your place about an hour and a half later, not only bearing his luggage and guitar case, but he also had in hand a large bag from one of the best Chinese restaurants in LA.

“You are the best!” you squealed, taking the Chinese from him and placing it on the island in the kitchen.

He glanced around the condo as you showed him to the second bedroom where he could put his things. The rental itself was opulent, but there were fewer decorations than he had expected. Enough, but nowhere near enough. The biggest absence was a Christmas tree, which he immediately noticed.

“Where’s the tree??”

“There is no tree.”

He gasped and gaped, “We have to have a Christmas tree!”

“I wasn’t planning to still be in LA for Christmas,” you shrugged.

“We have to have a Christmas tree,” he insisted again.

“Where are we going to find a tree at seven o’clock on Christmas Eve?” you chuckled.

“There has to be a tree lot somewhere nearby.” He pulled out his phone to search ‘tree lots near me’. “Two miles north, but they’re only open for one more hour.”

“Well, let’s go then.”

His eyes lit up as if it was already Christmas morning. “Yeah?”

“They’re probably all sad-looking by now though.”

“Have a little holiday faith, Bug. We’ll find something.”

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Stumbling back across the threshold of your condo, laughing, you and Shawn wrestled the tree inside.

Once you got it upright in the stand, you turned on the sound system and found a holiday playlist; you couldn’t trim the tree without Christmas music playing in the background. It was then that you both realized you had nothing to trim the tree with. A fresh round of laughter began; you couldn’t believe you had forgotten such a crucial detail.

It took until you were breathless and your sides ached to stop laughing. And then Shawn’s stomach growled and the giggles began again.

“Food first,” you snickered, “and then we’ll figure it out.”

You finally dug into the Chinese you had abandoned to make it to the tree lot before they had closed. Through happy murmurs, you and Shawn agreed that Chinese always seemed to taste better when it was cold.

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After contacting the 24-hour management office, even on Christmas Eve, and explaining the predicament you were in, the wonderful, savior of an onsite building manager had shortly been knocking on your door with a cumbersome box of lights and ornaments tottering in her arms.

Shawn had quickly taken it from her with heartfelt appreciation.

She had apologized that it was a mess and she wasn’t sure how much you would be able to use, or if any of the lights actually worked, but it was more than you had had an hour earlier and you were eternally grateful.

Your once sad little tree, now trimmed with stings of white lights, which had seemed to take forever to untangle, and colorful, mismatched ornaments, was now utterly charming, and you stood back to admire it.

You felt Shawn’s arms wrap around you from behind and you reflexively relaxed against him. “It’s perfect,” he exhaled.

“It really is,” you breathed.

You were creating new holiday traditions together, which you recognized might be too bold a thought, but you couldn’t help yourself from wondering if he would be around to do it all again with next year. Maybe in New York or Toronto instead of Los Angeles.

///

Just past midnight, relaxed from the rum-laced eggnog, curled up together on the overstuffed sectional, blanket thrown over your legs, Shawn’s gaze fell on the glowing Christmas tree and he sighed. “I miss being with my family, but if I can’t be with them, I’m happy to be here with you.”

“Today was the best gift I could’ve asked for. Thank you for spending this unconventional Christmas with me.” You rested your head on his shoulder and he dropped a kiss to its crown.

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You were up before Shawn Christmas morning. His nose carried him to the kitchen where he found you transferring hot waffles from the waffle maker to plates and setting them on the kitchen island beside a container of whipped cream, a small bowl of red and green sprinkles, and shakers of colored sugars.

You were pulling a pan of bacon from the oven when you heard Shawn sing, “Merry Christmas, Ladybug!” You spun toward him with a ‘merry Christmas’ on your own lips, but your voice escaped you and you almost lost your grip on the baking sheet when you saw him.

He was crossing the kitchen toward the coffee maker in pajama pants, barefoot and bare chested.

You knew you were suddenly flushed, there was an insanely attractive, beautifully built, half-naked man in your kitchen after all, but you tried to (ineffectively) neutralize your expression.

Glancing over his shoulder he asked, a lilt of playfulness in his tone, “Everything okay?” He poured coffee into two mugs and fixed yours just the way you liked it.

You quietly cleared your throat. “Fine.”

“What are you wearing?” he chuckled when he finally noticed the snowmen head bopper on your head.

“What are you not wearing?” you snickered. “You could have put on a shirt, you know.”

“What?” he smirked, handing you your mug. “I run hot when I sleep. At least I put on pants.”

“Thank you for that visual,” you mumbled, trying to mask your desire with sarcasm, and took a cautious sip of your coffee.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned.

“You remembered how I like my coffee,” you whispered, wonderstruck.

“I remember a lot of things about you, Bug,” he murmured, cheeks pinking, as he slid onto one of the kitchen stools.

Next to his plate of waffles was another Christmas headband, one with candy canes sticking up like antlers. “Really?” he laughed.

All you had to do was look at him a certain way and he was putting it on. “Happy?”

“Very,” you smirked.

With the way he smiled at you then, you had to forcibly stop yourself from leaning across the island and kissing him.

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You had just finished eating breakfast when almost simultaneously you and Shawn received messages on your phones from Delta. Airports across the East Coast had opened and departures were going out again.

“It’s a Christmas miracle!” you giggled.

Shawn was just as giddy to get home. He was scheduled for a flight to Toronto within an hour of your flight to New York. You had three hours before you needed to check in at LAX.

All at once you were aflutter with activity. Shawn asked what needed to be done before you left the rental and together you put everything you were responsible for in order. You knew the property owner would be over to inspect the condo within a few days, and you left a note about the tree and a check to cover the cost of its removal, and then some.

You were both still largely packed, so it didn’t take long to get dressed and to finish stuffing your suitcases with your last-minute items.

With one last fond look at your tree, you closed the condo door behind you.

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Before you knew it, you were checking your baggage and receiving your boarding passes. After buying snacks for your flights, you and Shawn sat together between your gates to wait for boarding for Toronto. Your flight would follow his by roughly forty minutes.

It seemed like there was something more on Shawn’s mind as he stroked the fingers of your hand that had found itself under his.

“What happens next?” you wondered, hoping it would shake his thoughts from his mind to his mouth.

“Call me when you get home?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“I meant it when I said it was good to see you again,” he murmured. “And spending the past twenty-four hours together has made me realize just how much I’ve missed you. And maybe...” His voice trailed off.

“Maybe...?” you nudged.

He sighed wistfully. “Just...an open-ended maybe.”

It sounded hopeful, as if you might be on the verge of something more, and your heart fluttered. You wanted him to know that you wanted more if he wanted more but how did you say so without saying so?

“The next time you think about calling, anytime you think about calling,” you said, “promise me you will.”

“I promise.”

“I want you back in my life, bub. Not just a few texts or a brief conversation every other month. And I want to have lunch every time you find yourself in New York.”

“Every time? Ugh,” he teased.

You gave him a playful shove.

“I’m in New York a lot,” he threatened playfully.

“Every time,” you repeated.

He smiled tenderly and kissed your cheek. “I promise.”

It was then when the announcement sounded for pre-boarding for Toronto and you sighed heavily. You were going to miss him. You were reassured you would see each other again soon, but in the meantime you were going to miss him.

You walked him to his gate and hugged your goodbyes. You waved as he approached the entrance of the jetway. The moment he was out of sight you started walking in the direction of your own gate.

Suddenly you heard an earnest shout of, “Ladybug!”

You paused and turned back to see Shawn running toward you.

When he stood before you, you asked, bemused, “Did you forget something?”

“Yes,” he rasped.

“What?”

“This.” His hand reached up between you and, cupping your face, his thumb on the pulse point of your neck and his fingers slipping to your nape, he brought your lips to his.

Instinctively your arms slid around his waist. His kiss was soft and unhurried and more perfect than you ever could have imagined. You lit up from the inside out as he took your upper lip between his. And when you responded by sucking gently on his lower lip, his hum turned into a purr and he dropped his carry on to grip your hip and draw your bodies closer.

When you finally separated, you were slightly breathless, mouths painted with mirrored dreamlike smiles.

Shawn brushed the tip of his nose against yours and asked, “What are you doing for New Year’s?”

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multi-fandom-freak0221 · 4 years

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The Shell of a Girl that I Used to Know Well

Inspired by "Love of three" by @misashabunbun

Thank you @thestressmademedoit and @maleive07 for helping me find the fic.

So this turned out to be longer than I thought it would be (probably because I based it around like 5 songs) so I'll break it into parts and post each part separately. Oh and did I mention this is songfic? Because it's a songfic! No Felix yet, but you guys do see Peter but I surprise surprise I turned this into an OT4 pairing. Anyone wanna guess who the other lucky person is to date Mari, Peter and Felix? Also bonus points for anyone who can figure out Mari's stage name.

The song in this part in Stitches by Shawn Mendes and The Lonely by Christina Perri is where I got this parts title from. Also the song mentioned at the end is Partners in Crime by Set It Off ft Ashley Costello.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was grateful for the quiet she found in what she was pretty sure was some kind of presentation room. There was a raised platform which she believes is supposed to be some kind of stage and a couple of tables with chairs surrounding them. She still has no idea how she got here, she was just trying to find some peace. She knew her pseudo Uncle and her friends meant well but they were suffocating her. It's been over a week since she left that bastard, not likely that he even noticed. Since Marinette has gotten to Stark Towers everyone has been treating her like she's about to break and she can't stand it. Yes she's hurt, but like give her a chance to fall apart before trying to shove her back together again! Marinette took a deep breath to calm herself as she sat on the little stage to work on the embroidery she was putting on the back of the blouse. She already had a full heart there but it was kind of plain. She wanted to add something but she didn't know what.

She sighed softly. At times she really missed Tikki being around to be her second opinion.

Ever since the defeat of Hawkmoth the kwamis asked to be renounced and to have their respective jewelry return the Miraculous box. They were working together to heal poor Nooroo and Dusuu. Even though Marinette had been able to fully fix the peacock Miraculous, as well as heal Emilie Agreste and Nathalie Sancour from the effects of using a broken Miraculous, the two kwamis had to deal with a significant amount of emotional trauma from the whole affair.

Even though the final battle had been won quietly without casualties it had taken a lot out of everyone who had been a part of it. Adrien's relationship with his father has been very strained to say the least. Even though Gabriel is doing his best to right his wrongs, it goes to say that the only reason Adrien even speaks to his father at all is because of his mother who is desperately trying to make up for years lost between the two of them.

While Marinette was trying to think of an idea for her embroidery she started humming a song she had heard recently on the radio. In her eyes it fit her past relationship with Damian Wayne perfectly. Soon enough she was singing softly.

I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one has ever left me quite this sore.

Even on their worst days Lila's lies, Alya's beratings, hell even Mlle. Bustier's looks of disappointment never hurt half as much as Damian's total disinterest did. She had cooked him a nice romantic dinner yet he barely acknowledged her. More interested in whatever, or should she say whoever, was on his phone. After 5 mins of trying to carry the conversation alone Marinette sighed and just decided to eat the meal she worked so hard on. After 10 mins of stiff silence in their shared apartment, only filled with the sounds of Marinette eating and Damian texting, the latter got up. Grabbing his coat he made his way to the door, barely turning his head towards his fiancee to call out "I've got to go. Something came up at work."

Marinette wasn't even shocked anymore, just resigned. Still she tried to reason with the man she no longer recognized. Sometimes she wonders if she ever truly knew him at all. "You just got here. Isn't there someone else who can handle it? You haven't even touched your dinner."

True to her words, the young heir's meal sat completely untouched, quickly cooling in the AC.

"Mari, you know these things are important. Not just anyone can handle them." Damian's words were patronizing at best. It frustrated the young designer, but she didn't let it show.

"Will you be back tonight?" She knew the answer but she asked anyway.

Damian hummed noncommittally as he walked through the door still looking at his phone and not the beautiful young lady in front of him. "Most likely not. Don't wait up for me." He quickly walked out, closing the door behind him. Marinette quickly placed her ear to the door as he walked away from the humble abode. She could hear him on the phone.

"Yeah. I'm on my way, gorgeous. I just left." Silence. "No, she doesn't suspect a thing." Nothing but his footsteps as he continues to leave unknowing of her distress behind the apartment "Perfect. The less you're wearing, the better."

Marinette crumbled to the floor after she could no longer hear him. She had suspected as much but that didn't make hearing it less painful.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

She remembers the first time he truly yelled at her. The way he looked at her with disgust. The way she flinched away from his imposing figure and his cutting words. If tried hard enough she could delude herself that he was doing this out of her best interest. The illusion made even easier to believe by the way he apologized and hugged her after he stopped yelling. The way he told her he was worried about her going out and being made a target to Rogues because of her connection to him. The way he feared that he disguises wouldn't be enough even though he himself didn't recognize her at first when she walked back through the apartment door the day. She believed she was safer staying in the apartment because he said so and he only wants what's best for her. So eventually the walls of their apartment was all she saw 24/7. For her safety of course.

Got feeling that I'm going under

But I know I will make it out alive

If quit calling you my lover

And move on

Marinette's head was spinning. Or was it the room? Was she even breathing? She couldn't focus on any of that. All she could focus on was the picture sitting on the screen on her phone. The phone Damian had bought her. The idea made her feel sick now because all those gifts he was giving her now seemed to have double meanings. Especially when the picture filling her screen was of a naked Lila whose body was hidden behind a sheet lying on Damian's bare chest while he slept. She didn't even think to process how the lying bitch managed to get her number. Instead all she could focus on was tears streaming down her face as she felt her heart shatter. She didn't even process the fact that she left the phone right there with the picture still on the screen and started packing her stuff. She grabbed everything that was hers that she bought herself, later on she'd be surprised at how little that was. She stuffed her things in a small suitcase, put the miracle box in a duffle bag wrapped in her leftover fabric from commissions, grabbed her purse with her wallet and left. After locking the apartment door she slid the key underneath the door so he could have it back. He could have everything back he ever gave her. She was done. She was so distressed she didn't even notice that she had put on the one disguise she had and taken a train to New York until she was standing in the lobby of Stark Tower with her Uncle Tony and her Aunt Pepper holding her while she sobbed.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Marinette was so engrossed in the lyrics, in her feelings, that she didn't notice the tears falling from her eyes, nor the way she was furiously embroidering the shirt in her hands. And she definitely didn't notice that she had gained an audience.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Yeah you lured me in and I couldn't sense the pain

The first time she met Damian it had been an accident. She knew when her classes started she wouldn't have the time to get the fabrics she needed for her last commissions that she agreed to before going on hiatus. She knew juggling her business and school would be hard so told her clients she'd be on break for the unforeseeable future. She was so focused on her phone trying to make sure her list was complete, that she didn't notice the man right in front of her.

"Oh!" She fell back with a little yelp and when she saw what, or who, she ran into she hurried to help them up as well. "I'm so sorry monsieur. Are you okay?"

The man yanked his hand away from her and growled, "You wouldn't be having to ask if you weren't caught up in whatever idiotic nonsense is on your phone."

Marinette fumed silently. "Well excuse me sir, I don't know who you think you are, but that is uncalled for. I apologized and helped you up. All you had to do was walk away. No need to be so rude."

Damian raised an eyebrow at her curiously. "You don't know who I am?"

Marinette crossed her arms still annoyed. "Am I supposed to? You could be the president for all I cared and I still would say you were being rude and disrespectful."

Damian's expression changed slightly to a bit of amused intrigue. "I apologize. I thought you were another fangirl with some kind of ruse to get my attention. If you don't mind me asking, what is a girl like you doing in a city like Gotham? I can tell from your accent you are not from here."

Marinette relaxed a little bit. "I'm here going to college when the semester starts, but right now I was out doing some shopping."

"Perhaps I could join you as a way to apologize for my rude behavior. I could give you a mini tour along the way." Damian smiled softly at her.

"I don't know," apprehension was clear on Marinette's face. "I don't even know you let alone your name."

Damian chuckled lightly. "I assure you, even if you don't know me, the rest of the city does. I won't be able to get away with doing anything to you without being plastered across every newspaper and magazine in town, Angel. But my name is Damian by the way. Damian Wayne." He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly after his introduction.

"A-angel?" Marinette stuttered as she blushed.

"Well, I still don't know your name."

Marinette smiled before introducing herself. "My name is Marinette. Your company would be much appreciated, Damian"

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm going to reap what I sow

I'm left seeing red on my own

Sometimes on nights like these Marinette wondered what she did wrong. Because it had to be her of course. Why else would Damian go from her caring, charming, wonderful, Dove to Gotham's very own cold, unfeeling, ruthless, Ice Prince.

"Hi, Damian. You're home early." Marinette tried not to let the hope seep into her voice. She had a feeling she wasn't successful.

Damian barely grunted at her as he continued to their room. "My idiots brothers dragged me into spending some time with them so I'm forced to change into something less formal."

"Oh okay." She knew she did an even worse job of hiding her disappointment. "You know I finished Uncle Jagged's outfit the other day. He loved it."

Damian hummed noncommittally. She knew he wasn't paying attention, he never was but she kept trying.

"You know how he's doing that "World's Greatest" Tour. Celebrating the hero's of the world in their respective cities. Luka's been opening for him. His career has really taken off. Hell I'm sure half the tickets Uncle Jagged sells are people just trying to see Luka. He'll have to tour solo soon."

"I bet." Damian's voice was muffled from being the closet, but she could still hear the disinterest in his voice.

She sighed as she leaned against the doorframe of "their" room. It was only theirs in name the fact that his clothes were there. She spent almost every night there alone. She took a deep breath trying to gather her courage for what she was going to ask. "Well they wanted to thank me for the outfits. Claimed the tour would have been half as successful without them. They invited me to take me out to dinner tonight to catch up, then for me to hang out backstage during their show. They said they missed me." Marinette hoped he still wasn't paying attention, but as soon as he settled his famous glare on her, she knew she wasn't that lucky. She flinched into herself under his gaze.

"Marinette. You know what would happen if you left this apartment. The famous Wayne Heir's sweet vulnerable fiance. The one never seen in the media anymore. You would get off this block before your picture would be on every media outlet in the city. Then you would be the Rogues target for the night. They would go anywhere you would be. Including the concert. Would you really be so selfish to endanger hundreds, possibly thousands of innocent concert goers just to 'hang out' with people you can see any time you please?" The disappointment on his face and the coldness of his delivery had her feeling ashamed. She hung her head low trying to hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry." She knew her voice was barely above whisper, but if she tried to speak any louder she knew she'd open the flood gatesp.

Damian brushed past her. "You should be. I'll be heading to the concert with my brothers. I'll inform Jagged of your apologies for not coming."

"Just telling him I'm sick." She offered weakly still not looking up from the floor.

She could feel his judgeful look on her. "Of course not. He'll insist on coming to check on you then he'll see your lying. I'll tell him you're busy with commissions." He left her standing there as headed to leave again. She heard his phone ring and he answered it harshly. "I'm coming down, Todd!" "Of course not, you imbecile! She's a serious designer who can't be bothered out of her schedule to spend time with my idiotic brothers, especially when she's up to her nose in commissions!" She heard the door shut after that statement. I guess her soon to be brothers in law didn't know the real reason behind her lock down either. She stood there for a few more moments before she broke down into loud heavy sobs. She collapsed to her knees and just cried. Not for the first nor last time in that prison she called an apartment.

Got feeling that I'm going under

But I know I will make it out alive

If quit calling you my lover

And move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

Her hands were moving furiously as she was trying to rid her mind of her cruel ex.

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

She wanted to forget everything about him.

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

His smile, his laugh, the loving look in his eyes.

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

His kisses, his hugs, the way he held her like he was afraid of losing her

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

His scowl, his glare, his need to hide her from the world

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

His distance, his apathy, the way he was happy in any other girl's arms but her's

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

Get you out of my head.

She wanted to forget loving him and hating him. She wanted her happiness back

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

And now that I'm without you kisses

I'll be needing stitches

I'll be needing stitches.

As she finished singing she awoke from her haze. She felt the tears on her face and wiped them away before looking to see what she had made. The simple heart from before now had a jagged line down the middle that stopped a quarter of the way to the bottom to represent a break. From the bottom it looked like the heart was dripping. The most noticeable change was the crude yet tasteful stitches that laid over the break in the heart. They weren't neat as if she were suggesting they were professionally done. The way she laid them subconsciously represented as if they were self done by someone trying their best.

While she was studying her impromptu embroidery a voice surprised her. "It looks nice."

She looked up in shock to see a brown haired boy around her age, 21 maybe 22, sitting at the table closest to the stage she was on. He looked as if he had been there for a while.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I heard you singing so I came to see who it was because you have a beautiful voice, but then I saw you crying and I wanted to make sure you were okay, but you seem really focused and I didn't want to interrupt, but I didn't want to just leave you either, but- I'm sorry I'm rambling. My name is Peter. Are you okay?" The boy, Peter, asked her softly, looking concerned. For Marinette it was enough.

She had sat in the chair next to him and finally let out everything she was holding in. The tears were flowing freely now "I don't know. I'm so mad, so hurt, so confused. Where did it go wrong? One minute I'm getting my business degree at Gotham University, the next I'm in a relationship with Damian Wayne. It was amazing he was so kind and sweet and loving and he made me so happy. Then next thing I know after dating for about a year and half he proposes. I'm on cloud 9 and I say yes and I'm so excited for what's to come, but suddenly everything changes. Next thing I know he's saying I can't leave the apartment because he wants me to be safe from the Rogues and I accepted it. Then he's yelling at me for trying to sneak out and I'm thinking I deserve it. I should have just stayed home and he's already apologizing for yelling. Then suddenly he's gone more and more. He's never home and I'm alone and it hurts. Then suddenly I'm selfish for asking to go out to see my friends because how can I put everyone at risk just to go see some friends who I can see anytime I want. Yet nobody is ever allowed over. But I still believe he's right. How can I be So now I'm alone and miserable and it hurts because he keeps getting further and further from me and I'm starting to suspect what's going on but I'm too scared to ask him because if he confirms it, then everything I believed in is a lie and I couldn't live with that. But I didn't even have to ask because soon someone is sending me a picture and it's the girl who made my school life hell by taking everyone I thought was my friend away from me with a few far fetched lies, and here she is laying naked on my fiance's naked chest as he sleeps. And I know he knows who she is and what she did to me because I told him. Yet he doesn't care because here he is fucking her while I'm at home all the time because he told me to be. So I grabbed my stuff and left everything he ever got me and just left. So here I am miserable staying with my Uncle Tony trying not to think about the asshole while my friends try to help me feel better yet I feel terrible because I loved the jerk and I still kinda do and I still have the engagement ring which I should pawn, but it was Bruce's mom's ring and that would be wrong and Bruce would be devastated. Why do I care so much about him and his family when he couldn't be bothered with me?" She felt better after finally letting it all out. She hadn't cried since she came to Uncle Tony. Not when Adrien arrived with Kagami, Marc, and Nathaniel, not when Luka arrived with Uncle Jagged and not even when Chole and Alix arrived. All her friends and pseudo family were there yet she hadn't cried once, nor had she actually told them the full story. But here this stranger asked if she was okay and she let it flow like Niagara Falls.

If Peter was shocked by her rant he didn't let it show. Instead he placed a hand on her before speaking softly "Because you are an amazing person who is a million times better than him. He is insane to choose anyone over you especially someone so foul as a desperate liar. I just met you, but I can already tell that you are a kind hearted, talented girl and anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives and I can tell by the crowd over there by the door that you have many people standing with you who already figured that out." Marinette looked up at his words to see her friends and pseudo uncles and their respective wives standing in the door.

"Hi guys." As soon as Marinette finished speaking they all rushed towards her. Adrien reached her first pulling her into a tight hug.

"Oh bugaboo, I'm so sorry you had to go through this. Are you okay? Why didn't you tell us, princess?" He buried his face in her neck purring slightly in a way that calmed her.

"I guess I was still processing everything kitty. He really had me thinking he loved me and to find out he didn't was a hard blow." She confessed quietly.

"He'll meet my blade for hurting you, Mari," Kagami seemed to have Chole, Alix and surprisingly, Marc ready to back her.

"No, Gami, I just want to get over him. He's not worth it." Mari remarked sadly before smiling at her friends. "But thank you, all of you, for having my back."

There were various "Of course" and "Always" that were heard among the group before Tony Stark cleared his throat. "Marinette let me properly introduce Peter Parker, my intern. Peter, this is my niece Marinette Dupain-Cheng also known as MDC owner and head designer of Miracle Designs."

Peter looked star struck. "I love your work. You make the coolest clothes on the planet."

Marinette blushed lightly. "Thank you, Peter. Uncle Tony told me much about you and I was always impressed. You're nothing short of a genius." Marinette missed Peter's blush as she started introducing her friends to him, but Tony didn't.

"This is Adrien Agreste, former model and Physics major. This is Kagami Tsurugi, world champion fencer. This is Luka Couffanie, singer songwriter signed under Jagged Stone. They're dating. This is Nathaniel Kurtzberg and Marc Anciel creators of Miraculous Tales comic. They're engaged. This is Chole Bourgeois, the best lawyer in all of France and probably Europe. And this is Alix Kubdel, X Games Winner, and famous archeologists. These two are also engaged. I'm sure you know Jagged Stone and his manager and also his wife, Penny."

"You guys are amazing! None of you look much older than me yet you're already so successful! What is in the water in Paris? Some kind of talent steroids?" Peter was amazed.

"Speaking of talent," Luka turned towards Marinette. "Melody why didn't you tell me you could sing like that?" Soon everyone was agreeing that she was an excellent singer.

Marinette was bright red. "It's no big deal guys. I was just singing to myself, I wasn't expecting an audience."

Jagged took his chance to pull his pseudo niece into a hug. "Nettie, my girl you have got to let me sign you. It would be so rocking to have talent like yours produced under my label!"

"No way Uncle Jagged! I'm not even that good!" Marinette began protesting before Luka put a hand on her shoulder.

"How about this? I need some vocals for a song I wrote and no matter how much I love them, my dear boyfriend and girlfriend can not sing." Adrien and Kagami looked at each other before shrugging. No point denying it. "How about you feature in my new single under an alias and if it's hit you'll give an album a try?"

Marinette looked around at some of the most important people in the world to her before sighing and agreeing.

"Alright. But no promises that this will be hit. I'm really not that good. You guys are just biased."

Alix ruffled Marinette's hair. "Whatever you say, DC. Now let's go play some UMS3!"

As everyone was heading out to find a room large enough for all of them Peter prepared to go back to work on a project until Marinette turned back to him with a huge smile and bright eyes. "Come on Peter! Come play with us."

How could he say no to that? So he came along.

A couple weeks later Luka's single "Partners in Crime" featuring Neon Titanium hit number one on the charts. And the most searched inquiry on Google for 3 days following was "who is Neon Titanium?" Needless to say Marinette was busy for the next couple months. Especially after Luka dropped a music video which she starred in as well wear a full face mask to stay hidden.

#maribat salt #maribat #spideybug #felinette #past Mari x Dami #marivenger #ex daminette #neon titanium #moving on

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ssaseaprince · 3 years

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Will flinches away from Hannibal during an argument (angst & hurt/comfort)

(I LOVED the other request you wrote!!)

Sorry this took so long to get out, it ended up quite a bit longer then I originally intended but I hope you like it ! Also thank you so much <3

The first couple months after the fall had been rough, physically, having to go into hiding while their bodies were on mend. Hannibal's wounds, gruesome as they were, healed relatively quickly and without much fuss. Will on the other hand, had almost died. He had taken a stab to the shoulder, which shouldn’t have been the problem that it was, except that it got infected. He was stuck on the brink of death for quite a long time, and then spent the month after he was stabilized in and out of consciousness, high on painkillers. Hannibal had always been good at working and functioning under pressure, which was good because if he hadn’t been they probably would have died. The first time Will had come to full consciousness, however, Hannibal was a wreck. He’d cried then. Not a soft trickle of a few tears, but gut-wrenching sobs full of shaking shoulders and an ocean full of tears. Will cherished that memory, as he did with every memory of Hannibal crying. They made him human, seem more touchable. The first time he had cried in front of Will, they had been standing on the cliff right before they fell, and the next time was when Will had first woken up. He cried when Will spoke for the first time too, so long after the fall. The first time they made love, Will’s neck was wet with his tears. When Will said “I love you” the first time.

Will never took Hannibal as someone who cried very often, and he never had been. That was until the fall, until Will. The fall had been a rebirth for both of them, it didn’t only symbolize Will’s becoming. And then Will had gotten sick and Hannibal had almost lost him, and Hannibal was again reminded how precious life really is, and how easy it would be to lose him. They both made it through, but all the walls and forts between them had crumbled, and they were left exposed to each other. There wasn’t any reasoning or any point in trying to put them back up, because by then their souls were permanently intertwined. Will could read him no matter what anyways, so things like silence and shouting were equally expressive. Hannibal still didn’t cry a lot by any means, but he did cry (genuinely, cry) now on occasion, whereas he hadn’t really ever before.

They didn’t fight much. Of course they got on each other's nerves at times and had tendencies to snap at one another when they were irritated, but actual full blow fighting and arguing was extremely rare.

Today wasn’t like that though.

It was about two years after the fall, and they had finally settled down in Lakonia, an administrative region of Greece that’s in the southeastern part of the Peloponnese peninsula. They’d eventually been officially declared dead, and the last year and a half had been good. Both were more than content to let the past mostly stay where it was and move forward, and their days blended together in a mix of hunting and domesticity. They’ve been happy, but they out of anyone should know how easily the calm can be shattered.

It started like it had before. Sleepwalking, gradual hallucinations, losing small bits of time. Will knew what it was, but he avoided telling Hannibal about it. He supposes he was scared, scared to lose the peaceful (peaceful in their own way) domesticity they had settled into. Scared of how it would affect their relationship. Hannibal had changed a lot since the fall and since his time in prison, and Will knew logically he didn’t need to worry. But the nightmares were full of flashbacks to ticking lights and needles, and he grew more and more distant, and Hannibal’s concerned eyes followed him everywhere.

It shouldn’t have taken him as long as it had to realize it, so when he finally did Hannibal was disgusted with himself. Will had been deliberately hiding it from him, but still, he felt he should’ve noticed sooner. Anti-NMDAR Encephalitis was known to be recurrent. It was extremely important that Will got treatment as soon as possible, especially since he had gone so long without it last time. The only option Hannibal had was to confront him.

That all led up to now. Their first real fight since the fall.

“Your health is of the utmost importance Will, you cannot be keeping things like this from me.” Frustration leaking into his tone, Hannibal leaned against the kitchen counter. Will was sitting across from him on a barstool, nursing a glass of whiskey. Will was annoyed, he knew he shouldn't be annoyed but he was. He knew Hannibal was just concerned, but it felt overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but wonder how genuine the concern was. The past couple of weeks he found himself falling back into old thinking patterns, reminiscing about the past. He knew the Hannibal in front of him was completely different then the Hannibal he had first met, but he couldn’t help but to compare his abundance of concern now to the great lack of care he had before.

He grimaced, “Well I don’t need you freaking out. I can take care of myself, always have.”

“For the most part, yes, you can. But you aren’t doing a good show it right now, Encephalitis is life threatening if left untreated, you are aware of that. You cannot just ignore it.” Hannibal’s usual calm façade was slowly slipping. “With everything you've been through, you’re honestly willing to die by a treatable disease? You’re not stupid, Will.”

Taking another drink of his whiskey, he rolled his eyes. The alcohol was making his thoughts fuzzy, but goddamnit was he too sober for this.

“I wasn’t going to let it go on forever Hannibal, you’re right, I’m not that fucking stupid. You’re just overreacting and being dramatic, like always.” He raised his glass to take another drink only to have it roughly pulled from his grasp.

Looking up, he glared at the man across from him. “What the fuck Hannibal?”

Hannibal's calm was practically nonexistent at this point, and he slammed the glass down on the other side of the counter before looking back at Will. “Are you so insistent on being self destructive? You’re acting like a child Will, refusing help.”

Will let out a loud, overexaggerated sigh. His voice was rough when he spoke, the tone of it slowly rising. “Well what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just walk into a hospital and ask them to help me treat a rare disease that I’m known for having had before. Maybe I’ve just been trying to figure out what to do, I’m not completely incompetent you know.”

Hannibal’s clenched fists rested on the counter. “You could ask for help! We could get the right supplies and treat you, without needing to go to the hospital. You know that, you are just being unnecessarily difficult.”

Will stood, the stool pushed behind him as he glared at Hannibal. “Yeah well maybe I don’t want your help, you don’t exactly have the best track record of making good medical decisions for me.”

Hannibal’s next words came out in a raised voice, not exactly a yell, but they seemed to take up all the air from the room. “I am not going to stay here and watch you kill yourself. I’d thought better of you Will, but if that’s how you chose to act I am not going to stay here for it.”

And Will flinched.

The small, unconscious action sent Hannibal reeling, as he looked back over what he had just said. He didn’t think of himself as an impulsive person, he didn’t think he was the kind of person who said things they didn’t mean out of anger, but Will seemed to bring that out in him. He and Will were so far beyond lies and manipulation, they were rarely things that were worried about within their current relationship. But watching Will so blatantly refuse to take care of himself, putting himself in danger by refusing help, was unbearable. So he threw out the first thing he thought of to get Will’s attention, for him to realize just how serious he was. He’d never leave him, they’d consummated their marriage in the depths of the ocean, and an infinite amount of times over since then.

It took him a minute to grasp what he had even said as he stared at Will across the kitchen. It was such a preposterous thing to think, let alone say that it took him a moment to understand the words had actually come out of his mouth. Will had frozen up, and Hannibal could almost see the walls being thrown up and forts being built, and it sent a pang of icy dread through his heart.

“I’m not refusing treatment, I just needed time to get used to the idea of you helping me, since you’re the reason I almost died last time. And here I was feeling bad because I was thinking you’re not like that anymore.” Will wasn’t glaring at him anymore, but his body language was rigid and the words he spoke were flat. “If you’re going to leave, just leave Hannibal, you don't need to find excuses to. You can cut the act.”

“Will.. “ The words seemed stuck in his throat as he said them. “I didn’t mean that.”

‘No, just go. If you think so low of me then just leave. Don’t want you feeling obligated to take care of me, since ya know, I obviously can’t take care of myself.” And with that, Will turned to leave, grabbing his keys and starting to put on his coat. He wasn’t full on drunk, but tipsy enough that he swayed slightly when he walked.

“Will, you don’t have to go.” Hannibal grabbed his arm gently, turning him to look at him. “You’re too intoxicated to drive right now.”

Will shook his head and roughly pulled his arm away. He needed to be alone and it irritated him that Hannibal was telling him what to do, but he had to accept his logic. And driving after he'd been drinking wouldn't fare well in the argument that he could take care of himself. “Fine, then you can get the fuck out.”

“Will…” Hannibal’s voice was soft, “I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t care, just get out. At the very least just give me some space.”

Hannibal didn’t want Will to feel more pushed, but he had to add, “alright, but don’t drink anymore. It will worsen your condition. Please, Will.”

Will sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, whatever. Just go.”

Hannibal nodded and stepped away, he got his own coat and pulled the front door open. Hesitating, he turned back and looked at Will, who was staring at the floor. “Please be safe.” Will just waved his arm indicating that he should go, and with that, Hannibal stepped out onto the porch and then closed the door.

Will was exhausted, his head was throbbing and his eyes stung. With Hannibal gone, the tears finally began to steadily fall from his eyes. After a while of standing there, staring at the front door, he ended up stripping down to his boxers and laying down in their bed. Penelope, their little King Charles Spaniel puppy, watched him from the doorway. A few minutes later, she was picked up and snuggled in Will’s arms on the bed. Hannibal hadn’t wanted a dog, but he accepted that living with Will meant they were bound to get one. He tried to be apathetic towards her when Will first brought her home, a scrawny little stay, but the affection in his eyes was unmistakable. The little dog followed him everywhere now, and they ended up bonding very quickly. Will had even joked that Hannibal liked Penelope more than him. As he held her and pressed his face against her fur, Will thought back on those memories fondly.

His mind palace was nowhere near as vast or intricate as Hannibal’s, but he still had memories there that he clung to. Closing his eyes, Will went back to the ones he cherished the most.

The tears that had clung to Hannibal’s lashes, barely visible in the dark of the night after they killed the dragon.

The sobs that came from Hannibal’s lips when Will had first woken up.

The few drops that fell from his eyes when Will had spoken to him for the first time in his recovery.

The little gasps of breath that had accompanied the multitude of fallen tears that came the first time they made love (calling it anything else wouldn’t encompass it enough).

When Will had said “I love you” to him the first time and silent rivers had run down his cheeks as he’d smiled so vibrantly it was hard to look at.

He knew Hannibal hadn’t meant it, that he was just frustrated and fed up and worried. They wouldn’t survive separation, and Hannibal needed Will just as much as Will needed Hannibal, they needed each other to live. He knew Hannibal loved him, his love was as real and tangible as those tears he’d cried.

Will loved their lives, and he didn’t want anything to cause a rift in that. He trusted Hannibal and he knew he would take care of him and help him to the best of his abilities. But to see his concern in comparison to the first time he got sick, was jarring, and Will almost didn’t know how to handle it. Hannibal had turned himself in and spent three years in jail for Will, and he was sure if he decided he wanted to go to the hospital to get treated, even if it risked exposing them, Hannibal would take him in a heartbeat. It shouldn’t be, but the depth of Hannibal’s affection for him was still surprising at times.

Will acknowledged that being worried about Hannibal’s reactions to him being sick was justified, and that there would probably always be times where the trust between them wavered because of the past, but he knew Hannibal wouldn’t ever leave.

He’d call Hannibal in the morning he decided, give them both time to calm down. And with that last thought, he tried to sleep for the night.

When the sun came up, Will was thankful. He’d spent the night tossing and turning, fighting off nightmares when he did manage to sleep. More than once he found himself reaching out to the other side of the bed for Hannibal, only to find that he wasn't there. Getting up, Will put on a simple plain shirt and pair of sweatpants and went to make coffee. Their coffee maker had been outrageously expensive, but Hannibal had insisted on it, and it ended up being worth it. Now, looking at the stupidly expensive coffee maker brought Will a strong feeling of longing. Hannibal had only been gone a night and Will felt like he was already falling apart. Calling Penelope to come with him, Will picked up his phone and decided to sit on the porch to call Hannibal, deciding that the fresh air would do him some good. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but he just needed him back.

Will wasn’t someone who was very jumpy at all, but when he opened the front door and turned to see Hannibal sitting with his back against the house, Will startled so badly he almost dropped his phone.

Hannibal turned at the sound of the door opening and looked up at Will with puffy eyes and red cheeks dried with tears. Internally, Will sighed. He looked like he’d been there all night. Wordlessly, Will reached down and pulled Hannibal to his feet and then brought them both inside. He helped Hannibal get off his coat and then stripped them both down to their boxers, before pulling them in their room and into bed. They curled up around each other, Will’s face pressed against Hannibal's chest and Hannibal's arms around him, running his fingers through Will’s hair. They laid in silence together for a while, just counting each other's breaths and heartbeats.

Eventually, Hannibal broke the silence, his voice raspy and quiet. “I’m sorry.”

Will took a breath before answering.

“I’m sorry too.”

Pressing his face into Will’s curls, Hannibal's breathing hitched. “I wouldn’t ever leave you, not again.”

“I know Hannibal,” Will responded. He pulled back a little so they were looking at each other. Hannibal’s eyes were wet with tears as he looked back at him.

Leaning forward, Will kissed away the few droplets of water that had escaped.

“I was going to tell you, I just needed to work up to it.’

Hannibal was silent for a moment before he replied. “I understand your hesitation. If you wish to go to the hospital and be treated there, we can go. There would be a risk, but we can make it work if that is what you want.”

Will shook his head. “I want you to treat me. I just needed to get out of my head.” He smiled at the terrible pun, watching to see if Hannibal would react.

He didn’t, continuing to stare at Will mutely.

Will sighed, again. “Help me, Hannibal. Please?”

Hannibal nodded at that, pressing his forehead against Will’s, wet cheeks brushing against dry ones.

“Of course beloved. Anything you want.”

Will filed away the memory into his memory palace, and placed it with all of the other times Hannibal had cried for him. Beautiful reminders of his humanity.

“I love you, Hannibal.”

“I love you too Will, always.”

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emiefaunwrites · 3 years

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If you’re still doing these: how about comfort for when either Leon and/or Taka is sick or injured?

ALWAYS! Thank you so much! I'm excited to get cracking! Funnily enough, I've been kinda wondering about injury/ illness for them!

Mild trigger warning for past terminal illness below the stars, as well as some (not gory) details of broken bones.

Hope you enjoyyyyy!

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Leon

• When Leon gets sick, Leons GETS SICK. Like proper man flu.

• He doesn't deal well with it at all. His body pretty much shuts down and he's bedridden, sleeping pretty much all the time.

• Thankfully, Taka is an excellent carer. Having taken care of his mother in her final months, he's used to all kinds of horrible things. So man flu is a piece of cake.

• For the first couple of days, he always leaves Leon be for the majority of the day - apart from waking him up to get him to sip some soup.

• He even sleeps on the sofa for those first few nights. Not because he's worried he'll catch Leon's cold - it's because he knows Leon will feel guilty about not cuddling and the last thing his boyfriend needs right now is extra stress.

• By day three, he's able to spend some time after work with him. Leon's never super talkative onnthe first day together. But the way he leans into Taka's touch, gazes sleepily up at him when he talks and whines when Taka tells him to get more sleep is enough for Taka to know he's on the mend.

• As the days go on Taka's able to give him some soft kisses, run his fingers through his hair and have normal conversations. And after about a week, Leon is back to functioning like a human being again.

• But the one thing he will always, ALWAYS, do as soon as Leon's up for getting out of bed is run a nice, warm bubble bath for them both to share.

• Leon always loves it because he can feel super close to the guy that's been taking care of him that he loves with all his heart, and will spend as much time as he can nuzzling happily into Taka's neck as he gets his hair and body washed.

• Taka of course feels the same, more than happy to smother Leon with the affection he's missed over the last few days...but he won't lie that he's just as desperate for Leon to stop smelling of BO!

Taka

• Taka is the kind of guy that powers through illnesses. He never took a sick day at school so why would he start doing in his worklife?

• Injury, however, he can't really power through - no matter how tough he may be.

• So when he goes over on his ankle badly on his way down the stairs one day, it catches him totally unaware and he yells out in agony as he drops to the ground.

• Leon, who's making a drink in the kitchen, doesn't quite know what to do after he's run out to check on Taka, who's now holding his foot up and off the floor.

• Despite being in an immense amount of pain, Taka has to (through gritted teeth) talk Leon through the next few stages. Because the poor guy is TOTALLY freaking out.

• 'Go get the car - park it as close as you can to the front door. You'll need to keep the back passenger door open. Then you need to come and get me and carry me to the car.'

• Leon just does as he's told, trying so hard to calm down so he doesn't crash the car on the way to the hospital.

• When it turns out Taka needs surgery on his ankle, Leon is A MESS. He tries to stay calm until Taka goes under. After that, he calls Mondo and Chi to help keep him company and stop from freaking out totally. It doesn't stop the tears though.

• By the time Taka's awake, Leon has calmed down. His boyfriend's okay and will need him to be his rock for the next six to eight weeks. Now it's time to show he can do it.

• Taka is a freaking NIGHTMARE during recovery. He mostly feels fine within himself so it's SO IRRITATING that he's bedridden. So his moods are up and down as he struggles to cope - temper flaring at the smallest thing.

• Leon is an angel. He does literally everything. He cooks, cleans, deals with Taka's rollercoaster emotions - all without complaining. He even helps Taka with his baths (which are beyond awkward - having to pretty much take Taka's full weight as he gets in and out of the tub and washing him since Taka's concentration has to go onto holding his leg out of the water).

• Every evening though, after Taka's moods having calmed down and Leon's snuggled with him undef the covers, watching a film on the TV that he's moved from the living room just for Taka, Taka always makes sure he apologises for his behaviour, telling Leon just how much he loves him and appreciates everything he's doing for him.

• And the sweetheart that is Leon simply smiles, kisses him on the lips and says:

• 'I'd do it all over again, as many times as it takes, if it means you're on the mend.'

#ishileon #kiyotaka ishimaru #leon kuwata #ask request #danganronpa

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pink-peony-princess · 3 years

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I'll Always Be There for You

“Rise and shine Miniture Mendes,” I heard my older brother’s voice somewhere at the end of my bed.

I didn’t answer immediately, hoping that if I ignored him, he would go away. Realistically I knew I was kidding myself, and this was confirmed moments later, when I felt him sit at the end of the bed, poking my leg until I finally let out a grunt of annoyance.

“And she lives!” he cheered, as if he was commentating a grand final sports match.

“Shawn, it is seven. In the morning. On a Saturday, you better have a good reason for being in my bedroom, annoying me this early.” I warned, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Sure do,” he chimed, fighting to pull the pillow away from me. “Get up, get dressed, you have your yearly check-up today.”

The reaction was instant, and he was quick to notice it. “Don’t start Hailey, we went through this last time you had to come in,” he cautioned, and I could see from his face, that there was going to be no changing his mind.

“Shawn!” I groaned, whacking him with the pillow I had just had over my head. As much as I loved my brother, I hated him equally at times like this. He had just qualified as an attending paediatrics doctor, and was now working at the local hospital with a bunch of his friends. “I’m sixteen, can’t I look after myself?” I begged.

“Nope, last time I let you do that, you nearly ended up dying on Connor's O.R. table, because you thought that appendicitis was ‘nothing’, ” he reminded me, using air quotes for effect.

“Ahhh, don’t remind me. Fine,” I conceded. There was no point, I knew that. It wasn’t even that I really disliked the doctors or the hospital for that matter. I just really didn’t like having my brother in my medical care. I found it awkward, something which he would remind me constantly that wasn’t the case at all. Well even that was a lie, it did come in helpful sometimes.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” he spoke, getting up, straightening his scrubs, and walking out.

Sighing, I sat up, grabbing my phone. Help! I wrote, sending it to Dave one of Shawn's friends, and a fellow doctor. I had known Shawn's friends, Dave, Brian and Connor since I was little, and considered them to be adoptive brothers.

There was a ping from my phone, as I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself up. He told you then. <3 was the response. I cursed internally, if Dave knew, then it meant that Shawn was serious. After all, most of the time Dave was the one in charge of my medical care.

Dumping my phone back on the bed, I went to the wardrobe and grabbed the most comfortable pair of track pants I could find and paired these with a crop top and a parker. I spent another few minutes faffing about in my room, trying to find ways out of this, but when I heard Shawn grabbing his coat and keys from the hallway, I made my way down stairs feeling defeated.

“I hate you,” I spoke, pushing past my brother and stepping out the from the front door. Only to hit a body, hard.

“Easy there Little Lady,” Dave spoke as he caught and steadied me. “What’s up? Those were some fighting words!” he let my arm go, stepping back to look at me.

“Don’t start D, I hate you too, you knew and you didn’t tell me!” I accused, stepping around him and heading for his car, which he and Shawn usually car-pooled to work in.

“She’s been like this since I woke her, she’s tried to get out of it more than once already,” Shawn fixed me with a stern stare, silently warning me not to cause mischief.

“You make out like I’m such a bad patient, you’re such a drama queen!” I laughed as we buckled in and made our way down the street.

“Maybe you are.” Was the only reply I got. The rest of the car ride was quiet, I couldn’t help but sulk at my predicament.

When we finally got there, I trailed behind the guys, listening to them discussing their schedules for the day. Most of which consisted of making sure that their interns and residents were doing what they should be. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of them as I thought of how far they had come.

“You ready Little Lady?” Dave's voice, pulled me from my thoughts, and it was only then that I noticed that we had made it inside to the front desk, where Amy, the receptionist, and one of my favourite people resided.

“Hi Hailey, how are you sweets?” she asked as she typed on the computer, before addressing Shawn “All good, it’s all set up for you.”

We made our way to the exam room quickly, Dave unlocking the door, and dumping his belongings on his desk and switching the computer on, no doubt so he could check my records.

“Do I have to?” I asked, eying the bed off furiously, once again frustrated at Shawn for making me do this.

“Yes, you do pretty girl, why don’t you just take a seat next to your bro for now, I’ve just got some questions for you first. Grumbling to myself, I slumped into the seat next to Shawn, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I thought you hated me?” he laughed, somewhat confused, but rubbing my scalp comfortingly anyway.

“I do,” I agreed. “But if I’m asleep, you can’t start the exam, because you must have consent to do anything,” I explained, trying to hide the smirk that was now forming at my genius conclusions.

“Touché What you failed to mention though, was that the parentals have given me autonomy over your medical care in their absence since you’re still under eighteen. So right back at you sister,” he sassed, clearly proud of himself.

“Okay, okay, it’s too early for me to have to adjudicate a fight between you two!” Dave laughed, turning to face me. “Okay, Hailey, some of these questions may be a little embarrassing, but answer honestly okay?”

I nodded, feeling apprehensive.

“Do you smoke?” he asked, pausing to look at me. I fixed him with a glare, making him laugh. “I’ll take that a no.”

I put up with the questions, most of them not as bad as I had imagined, until he asked the dreaded one. “What about your period?”

I turned to Shawn, silently fuming at him. “I had to Hailey, you’ve been struggling for months with it.”

“No! You didn’t actually, last time I checked, I was the one bleeding,not you!” I yelled, moving to get up and walk out.

“Hailey, wait honey. I know it’s awkward, but if you can tell me what’s been going on, I’ll be able to fix it,” Dave, tried to reason, waiting for me to sit back down before continuing. "Shawn said you get bad cramps?” he prompted.

“Bad, bad doesn’t even to describe it. I can’t move without feeling like I’m going to faint or be sick,” I told him honestly.

“Last night, I found her curled up in tears because of the pain, I had to get her some fairly strong stuff,” Shawn added, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I shuddered thinking back to the previous night.

... Shawn had come home late, and came in to check on me like he always did, but instead of finding me in bed reading like normal, I was curled in a ball in my bed practically rocking as I tried to get the pain under control.

"Again?" he'd asked looking at me with pity.

I nodded, "It's so bad Shawnie," I hiccupped, tears flowing unchecked down my checks and landing in small pools on my bed.

"I'm going to get you some pain relief okay," he'd spoken, moving to brush some of the hair out if my face. "I know it hurts, but try not to get too worked up, the more upset you get, the more pain you'll be in," he explained gently, getting up and going to my bathroom. I could hear him searching through my cabinet before he asked, "What have you taken today Poppet?"

"Just Tylenol," I groaned out as another wave of pain hit me.

"Here take this." he held a blue packet out for me to take.

"What is it?" I asked, not recognising the packaging.

"It's called Napropgesic, it'll help with the pain. It'll help to block the release of some of the hormones that are making you feel so sick and sore," he explained, grabbing the water glass from beside my bed and handing it to me. "Take two," he added.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, catching his hand as he went to leave the room.

"Of course, honey," he'd said, coming to lay next to me on the bed, allowing me to cuddle into his chest.

"Get some rest," he murmurned, kissing the top of my head.

...

“Okay, so you have it now. Is it like that every time?” Dave asked seriously bringing me back to the present,typing as he spoke.

I nodded, feeling the tears welling up, I was so over having to deal with it, I didn’t even care anymore if I had to tell them embarrassing stuff. “It’s okay Little Lady, we’ll get it sorted, how about we get the rest of the exam done, and then we can get this sorted for you okay?” Dave came to give me a quick hug.

“Hop up on the bed, yeah.” I did so, sitting waiting for him to tell me what to do.

“Right, I’m just going to listen to your heart and lungs,” he told me, after washing his hands. “Just lift your shirt a little,” he told me as he rubbed the bell of the stethoscope to warm it up. “Deep breathes,” he instructed, listening.

Turning my head, I saw Shawn watching intently, sending me a ‘thumbs up’ when he saw me looking at him. “Nothing out of the ordinary there, that’s always good,” Dave spoke, moving to take my pulse.

He was quiet again for a minute, watching the clock. “Hmm,” he finished,"Shawn come here for a second.”

Getting up, my brother made his way over, taking my pulse as Dave had only moments before. I let out a whine at the fact that I was being fussed over, causing Dave to take my hand.

"Your pulse is fast," Shawn spoke, stepping back to look at me.

"And?" I asked, looking between the two doctors.

"Well, it could be a couple of things," Dave started, going to get supplies from a cupboard above his desk. "It could indicate Anemia, which would help to explain some of the period issues, but it could be something like an infection too. And that my dear is something we don't want, especially with you having had your appendix out only a week and a half ago. Just lay back for us," he instructed.

Shawn helped me lay down, before pulling my clothing away from where my scar was on my stomach.

"Ow!" I whimpered as Dave removed the dressing, exposing a red, and somewhat oozy looking cut.

"Sorry Hailey, normally this wouldn't hurt so much, but this is infected."

"Look at that," Shawn pointed out, having gone to get gloves on himself. "That looks like she's had a reaction to the sutures."

" I'll get Connor in here after to assess it, he may want to try leaving in open for a little."

"Open?" I squeaked, shooting up from the bed.

"Hailey!" Shawn grumbled, " What have I told you? Slow movements!" He looked somewhat grumpy, but I didn't blame him. He had already had to repair the stitches once for me.

After explaining the fact that open only meant that they would pack it with medicated gauze, Dave left the room, stating he had to, "Get some supplies."

When he came back I let out a loud groan, in his hand, he was holding supplies for a blood draw. "Come on Hailey, you'll be fine," he encouraged, prepping me for it. " I'm going to let Shawn do it as he's a pro," he told me, moving to sit beside me on the bed.

"Don't look Hailey. Sharp scratch," he warned as Shawn inserted the needle. I couldn't help myself though, and found myself watching the red liquid being drawn from my arm. I could feel myself getting faint at the sight, and before I knew it, darkness hard over come me.

I woke to a light tapping sensation on my face, and someone's fingers pressed to the inside of my wrist. "Welcome back," Shawn spoke, somewhat sarcastically. "I thought we told you not to look."

"I couldn't help myself." I pouted, excepting Dave's help in sitting up.

"Just sit for a second, we don't want you fainting again," he laughed, before walking around his desk and picking up the phone.

Minutes later, the door opened and Shawn and Dave's friends and colleagues Brian and Connor came into the room.

"How's out favourite patient?" Brian asked coming over to hug me.

"You look pale," Connor noted, standing beside Shawn at the bed with a frown.

"She just fainted at the blood draw," Shawn explained, rolling his eyes playfully.

Neither one of them responded, instead sending me sympathetic smiles.

"So, Dave said you've been having sereve cramps with your period?" Brian asked, without a fuss.

I stayed silent for a second, before sighing, and nodding. I loved the guys like I loved my own brother, but there were some things I just wanted to keep private. Especially as Brian was an obgyn. " Where is the pain mostly?" He asked coming over to rest his hand on my lower back. I nodded again, causing him to press with only slight pressure. This slight pressure though, sent pain radiating throughout my whole abdominal area, and into my back, nausea hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm gonna be sick!" I gasped, leaning over the pan that Shawn had rushed to grab off the shelf.

"I'm sorry Sweet Pea," Brian apologised, rubbing my back. "Well I can tell you now, that it's referred pain that's causing you all the problems. Basically, all the ligaments are attached, and as the uterus contracts, you get pain in other places. Some girls get it worse than other's though."

"And the vomiting?" I asked once I had recovered a little.

"That will be the hormones, it's not dissimilar to a pregnant woman and morning sickness," he explained. "Lots of rest, fluids, heating pads, pain killers and some ice cream should do the trick." he winked.

"And iron tablets," Dave added, coming back from the desk where he had remained since the phone call. "Your iron levels are dismal Little Lady, it's no wonder you're having such a bad time of it!"

Lastly it was Connor's turn to check on me. "Just lie down for me again darling," he spoke, getting a set of gloves on. He only had to look at the incision for about thirty seconds, before nodding. "That's infected alright. I'm actually surprised you're not getting other symptoms. When did you first notice it?" He asked as he replaced his gloves, and went to get antibacterial solution and more gauze.

"I hadn't until Dave took the dressing off, but it's really hurting now."

"We'll get it sorted for you, and get you some pain killers and antibiotics just to ward off further trouble. This is going to sting a bit honey," he warned as he dabbed the liquid onto the wound.

"Ah," I hissed, reaching for my brother's hand.

"Nearly done sis," Shawn encouraged, stroking my hair.

When Connor was done, he gave me a shot of fairly strong antibiotics and pain killers, telling Shawn to take me home and watch me closely for any signs of fever, which of course, he knew. I did try to tell them I was fine, but they shut me down before I even got a chance to finish the sentence.

" Hailey, your stitches are infected, meaning that your immune system is compromised, you're clearly in pain, let your brother do his job, and take you home," Dave interrupted seriously. I felt guilty after that, and so didn't complain when Shawn put his arm around me as we made our way back out of the hospital to get a cab home.

When we got there, he set me up on the sofa, with blankets and pain meds, telling me to give him a yell if I needed anything.

"Shawn?" I called, as he made his way upstairs to the office. "Thank you, and I'm sorry I'm a difficult patient," I told him sincerely.

"Don't mention it. I'll always be there for you, " he replied, coming back down the stairs and shifting me onto his lap. That was how I spent the remainder of the day, cuddled up to my brother, knowing that if I needed anything he would do it without question.

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pinkpeonyprincessblog · 3 years

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I'll Always Be There For You

“Rise and shine Miniture Mendes,” I heard my older brother’s voice somewhere at the end of my bed.

“And she lives!” he cheered, as if he was commentating a grand final sports match.

“Shawn, it is seven.In the morning. On a Saturday, you better have a good reason for being in my bedroom, annoying me this early.” I warned, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Sure do,” he chimed, fighting to pull the pillow away from me. “Get up, get dressed, you have your yearly check-up today.”

“Nope, last time I let you do that, you nearly ended up dying on Connor's O.R. table, because you thought that appendicitis was ‘nothing’,” he reminded me, using air quotes for effect.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” he spoke, getting up, straightening his scrubs, and walking out.

There was a ping from my phone, as I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself up. He told you then. <3 Was the response. I cursed internally, if Dave knew, then it meant that Shawn was serious. After all, most of the time Dave was the one in charge of my medical care.

“I hate you,” I spoke, pushing past my brother and stepping out the from the front door. Only to hit a body,hard.

“Easy there Little Lady,” Dave spoke as he caught and steadied me. “What’s up? Those were some fighting words!” he let my arm go, stepping back to look at me.

“Don’t start D, I hate you too, you knew and you didn’t tell me!” I accused, stepping around him and heading for his car, which he and Shawn usually car-pooled to work in.

“She’s been like this since I woke her, she’s tried to get out of it more than once already,” Shawn fixed me with a stern stare, silently warning me not to cause mischief.

“You make out like I’m such a bad patient, you’re such a drama queen!” I laughed as we buckled in and made our way down the street.

“Maybe you are.” Was the only reply I got. The rest of the car ride was quiet, I couldn’t help but sulk at my predicament.

When we finally got there, I trailed behind the guys, listening to them discussing their schedules for the day. Most of which consisted of making sure that their interns and residents where doing what they should be. I could help but feel a little proud of them as I thought of how far they had come.

“Hi Hailey, how are you sweets?” she asked as she typed on the computer, before addressing Shawn “All good, it’s all set up for you.”

We made our way to the exam room quickly, Dave unlocking the door, and dumping his belongings on his desk and switching the computer on, no doubt so he could check my records.

“Do I have to?” I asked, eying the bed off furiously, once again frustrated at Shawn for making me do this.

“I thought you hated me?” he laughed, somewhat confused, but rubbing my scalp comfortingly anyway.

“Touché What you failed to mention though, what you failed to mention was that you need to be seen. So I'll just wait all day if I have to. So right back at you sister,” he sassed, clearly proud of himself.

I nodded, feeling apprehensive.

“Do you smoke?” he asked, pausing to look at me. I fixed him with a glare, making him laugh. “I’ll take that a no.”

I put up with the questions, most of them not as bad as I had imagined, until he asked the dreaded one. “What about your period?”

I turned to Shawn, silently fuming at him. “I had to Hailey, you’ve been struggling for months with it.”

“No! You didn’t actually, last time I checked, I was the one bleeding,not you!” I yelled, moving to get up and walk out.

“Bad, bad doesn’t even to describe it. I can’t move without feeling like I’m going to faint or be sick,” I told him honestly.

“Last night, I found her curled up in tears because of the pain, I had to get her some fairly strong stuff,” Shawn added, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I shuddered thinking back to the previous night.

... Shawn had come home late, and came in to check on me like he always did, but instead of finishing me in bed reading like normal,I was curled in a ball in my bed practically rocking as I tried to get the pain under control.

"Again?" he'd asked looking at me with pity.

I nodded, "It's so bad Shawnie," I hiccupped,tears flowing unchecked down my checks and landing in small pools on my bed.

"I'm going to get you some pain relief okay," he'd spoken, moving to brush some of the hair out if my face."I know it hurts, but try not to get too worked up, the more upset you get, the more pain you'll be in," he explained gently, getting up and going to my bathroom. I could hear him searching through my cabinet before he ssked,"What have you taken today Poppet?"

"Just Tylenol," I groaned out as another wave of pain hit me.

"Here take this." he held a blue packet out for me to take.

"What is it?" I asked, not recognising the packaging.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, catching his hand as he went to leave the room.

"Of course, honey," he'd said, coming to lay next to me on the bed, allowing me to cuddle into his chest.

"Get some rest," he murmurned, kissing the top of my head.

...

“Okay, so you have it now. Is it like that every time?” Dave asked seriously bringing me back to the present,typing as he spoke.

“Hope up on the bed, yeah.” I did so, sitting waiting for him to tell me what to do.