#OR THAT THEYRE ON A HONEYMOON BUT STILL END UP USING SLEEPING BAGS

[xamaxenta]

I've got a shitty, evil cold and I want Ace like that, he gets to suffer along with me. (Includes regular cold stuff if coughing, runny nose, sore throat)

Ace is going through a day and not thinking the little cough he has matters enough to visit med bag, he probably just hasn't drank enough. At dinner, he tries both ale and water at dinner and it's not perfect, but he does feel a bit better and decides not to pay it any mind when he climbs into bed and passes out.

Marco comes to bed later, late evenings in the med bay you know, and notices that Ace is tossing and turning but he calms down when Marco runs a hand up and down his arm, and he chalks that up to a nightmare. He quickly gets undressed and tucks himself in near Ace, hoping his heat will get rid of any vestiges of a nightmare left.

Ace wakes up the next morning with a sore, scratchy throat, an annoying cough, and a desperate need to blow his nose. He stumbles to the bathroom, slightly lightheaded in a way he normally isn't, and blows his nose in what could only be called a honk.

Brain still trying to catch up with this whatever-the-fuck, he tries to breath deeply and ends up jumping straight into a cough fit, each exhalation tearing at his throat.

Ace moans, tired, tired, tired down to his bones despite just waking up. Swiping at his nose again, he goes back to the bed and chugs the red cup of water Marco must've brought for him.

He attempts to curl back into Marco's chest, but that makes one nostril all plugged. The other side does the same thing and Ace grumbles, moving to his back. There's little solace there, but better than the first two options, so he props himself up a little and falls back into an uneasy sleep.

Marco wakes up to Ace in the middle of a coughing fit, the bed jostling from the intensity. He's a little confused but mostly concerned, and starts rubbing soothing circles on Ace's back, using a bit of his flames to ease his partner's pain.

"Are you good?" Marco asks, surprised when he gets an armful of messy, sniffling, whining Ace instead of an immediate answer.

"I'm dying, Marco. Put me out of my misery, please."

Petting at black hair, Marco shakes his head. "No thanks. I'll get you some medicine instead and something soft to eat from Thatch, how does that sound?"

Ace whines again. "Can't you just use your flames on me? Pleeease. I feel awful."

"They don't work as well with colds, it's not like an easy to find and stabilize wound. I'll use a little bit and go get the food, okay."

Nodding forlornly, Ace lays back on his pillow. Chuckling internally at how cute his sickly Fire is, Marco taps Ace to sit up a little and tucks his own pillow underneath Ace's. Ace gives a small smile and Marco leans over to press a kiss to his forehead, letting blue flames dance over his lips and enjoying the soft sigh from below.

"Thank you Mar," Ace whispers, grey eyes fluttering shut, his breath slowing to an slightly more even cadence. Marco ran his hand through Ace's hair one last time before tugging on his shirt and going to fulfill his promise.

HIS SICKLY FIRE aawawawhdowyrowhr this is so. Cute sO cute

U know im always weak for how domestic and in love you make Marco and Ace, like its their best phase of their relationship just past the honeymoon part and its the utmost trusting phase? Like when theyre fully settled into their relationship as partners its really lovely

Ive only just beaten my sickness from three weeks ago so i hope you feel better soon Angel 🥺💕

[somekidufoundonline]

during the beautiful princess, ashe, and the handsome prince, wilardo's, honeymoon to the witch mansion, night fell and they had to sleep in their sleeping bags. "oh no..." thought wilardo. "i only brought one sleeping bag when i rescued ashe from the tower..." this was so stupid! "wwhwhhat?!?!" yelped the beautiful princess ashe, smelling of lavender and other flowers, when he had realized. "i know...i'm sorry, you can sleep in this and i can sleep-" "this is just like the romance fanfiction where there is only one bed! so romantic..." ashe hug wilardo. "oh..." wilardo and ashe slept in sleeping bag.

for soem reaosn i iamgined all of this in the draiwngs sirius claire and wilardo made./............wialrdo do you have soemthing to say to the class???????????????????? anwyay ebcuaitufl princess ahse!!!!!!!!! so true so true so true he ski8ps aorund goes yahooo slips on everything with the cute magic filter but secrelty he is evil because he has a boyfriend named wialrdo 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 they live in a fanfiction everyday but i think them sleeping in a sleeping bag is very sweet,, and ahjse would smell nice proibably that too id continue this but i think that this is the best ending :thumbs up