#i have a fever and started hallucinating this so i needed to get it out of my system

[silkgreentie]

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[lucysarah-c]

If I tell you a secret, you swear to keep it?

Captain Levi wasn't sure when all of this started, and he dared to say that it had never truly begun; perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Was it due to stress, the lack of sleep, something he ate, or perhaps something in the air? Could it be some hallucinating mold he hadn't heard of before, requiring him to deep clean the entire Scouts' facility?

Somehow, it made him feel morally wrong and, overall, childish. Levi had drawn the attention of his own squad by doing so. He told Jean and Connie that it was inappropriate to stare at a person for so long, emphasising that, as their superior, you deserved respect. Hormonal teenagers, especially boys, saw a hole in a wall and wondered if they could stick their dick inside. They seemed unable to think of anything else when the other head was doing the thinking.

You haven't been working for the Scouts for long, but Levi dared to say it's been long enough for him to feel somewhat comfortable around you. You're the nurse sent by the medical sector to fill the infirmary. Levi understood the nature of the job—a common fetishized and sexualized profession. It didn't help that the male cadets from his squad acted as if they had never seen an ankle. The pristine white uniform was modest and always had been, but Jean saw a skirt despite its length, and his face turned red.

Even though Levi understood all of that and more, why was he reacting this way? You asked him if he wanted the flu shot that the government had sent, and he agreed. His hand gripped the edge of his shirt sleeve as he sat down in the infirmary, yet his eyes were fixed elsewhere. Your silhouette against the window, the still strong autumn sun coming through, almost making your clothes transparent. He could see the shadow of your legs underneath, your rosy lips as you played with the pencil while reading reports, your soft hands—why were they so soft?—against his arm as you prepared the skin, your big doll eyes looking up at him as you examined the skin for a good syringe penetration. "It may hurt a little, Captain," you said. Levi had to remind himself to breathe and swallow the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. His brain had decided to stop working; he couldn't have a single rational thought.

"Oops," you casually said as a few papers flew because of the open window, moving hastily to close it and then bending down to pick them up. Your modest skirt softly raised, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the tender flesh of your inner legs. 'I bet they are even softer than her hands,' he thought.

What was he thinking? Forcing himself to look elsewhere as she walked back to him to put a band-aid on after the shot, he hadn't ever felt this way. "You may feel a little bit down today or tomorrow. If you feel like you are getting a bit of a fever, that's also normal," her voice came so soft. "There, green," she chuckled, "so it matches your cloak."

Levi's eyes travelled down to admire the green band-aid as if he were a kid in need of colourful stuff to celebrate his bravery in taking a flu shot. "Thanks," he grunted out as he lowered his folded sleeve. There wasn't anything he wished for more than to run out of there. It was humiliating how he felt he couldn't control his own thoughts. You were being your usual nice and cheerful self, sometimes a well-received contrast to the harsh life of a scout. But today, he simply couldn't take it.

Levi groaned softly, tossing and turning in his bed. His mind was racing with conflicting emotions: shame, disgust, desire, and a hint of excitement. "It's the shot, I must be getting a fever or something," he tried to self gaslight himself out of it. He had plenty of paperwork to do, why did he decided to try to catch some rest? Eyes forcefully closed, trying to convince himself to use this time to sleep. When the idea of you kneeling between his legs, under his desk, big cheerful eyes looking up to him, teeth biting down and smiling. Levi shook his head vigorously, banishing the lewd thoughts for now. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself.

However it was too late, he could feel the tent in his trousers, demanding him attention. Levi groaned softly, his hand slipping inside his trouser's waistband. It wasn't long before he had freed his erect member from its confines, rubbing it against the fabric of his boxers. The sensation was driving him wild, and he rested on the side, arching his hips slightly to increase the contact. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, growing harder and heavier in his grasp.

The image of you bent over flashed through his mind like a cruel tease, his loins burning with desire. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to shake off the thoughts. But the pull was too strong, and he couldn't resist any longer.

Then, he sat up abruptly, unable to contain himself anymore. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it right. He kicked off the sheet and stripped. The last thing he needed was sleeping in stained sheets. 

Levi's cock throbbed with need, his erect member stood tall and proud, leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach.

Heart racing like a wild animal penned up too long, leaping onto the mattress, he landed on top of it with a thud, arching his hips upwardwards. Mouth gathering the saliva before he spit on his right hand and let his head fall backwards.  "Fuck…" he groaned out, unable to resist it any longer. He wanted release so badly it hurt.

His hand moved on its own, fast and harsh. Closing his eyes imagined something better than his own hand, pushing the foreskin of his cock to reveal the head and began to pump it. Levi's eyes remained closed as he let his imagination run free.  You were standing before him, a curvy figure illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking more of his sticky pre-cum onto his stomach. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it roughly yet somewhat tenderly. Perfect body crawling on top of him.

His hand moved faster as the fantasy turned more explicit. You sat down on his legs and his dick buried balls deep in your hole as you rode him with energy. "Yes! Mh-Ahg so big" you would say. "Captain!" moaning out his title, head thrown backwards, messy hair falling like a waterfall "Cap- ahh yesss, fuck me harder!"

You sucking him in, taking all of him so effortlessly as if you were made to take this cock. "You feel me right there? I'm rearranging your guts,". Your mouth hanging open while letting out the loudest moans and your eyes rolled backwards.

Grunting heavily, he brought his other hand to his balls, squeezing them rhythmically to heighten his arousal "You're a filthy whore, aren't ya? this cunt loves swallowing my load" he murmured as if his fantasy could hear it. 

Levi's hand quickened its pace, his cock throbbing in sync with his heartbeat. The head of his member was glistening with precum, leaking copiously onto his stomach. His breathing grew heavier, almost labored as he imagined fucking you rough and hard.

In his mind's eye, you were panting heavily almost sobbing of how good it felt each time you sinked down and his hips snapped upwards. Your body quivering with each powerful thrust. "Enjoying that dick, pretty?" he growled, his voice low and husky.

You would be hanging your mouth open unable to think anymore, head bobbing as you hummend positively as saliva slightly dropped from the corner of your lips.  His cock was starting to twitch violently, warning him that release was imminent.

"Captain…" you would whimper softly in his mind, begging for more. "Please give me your cum, please… I won't waste a drop."

Levi's hand tightened its grip on his throbbing member, moving faster and harder. His abdominal muscles contracted rhythmically as he neared his climax. "I'm close, Y/N," he growled out your name raggedly. "Right there…"

With one final powerful thrust, he released his seed, shooting hot white ropes onto her stomach and chest. Panting heavily, he continued to pump his cock slowly until it was painful to keep going. 

Collapsing on the bed, Levi lay there for several minutes, catching his breath. Gradually, the post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, replaced by a haze of embarrassment and confusion. What had just happened? How could he have thought such filthy things about a fellow soldier? A nurse? He groaned softly, sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to compose himself.

He felt embarrassed for multiple reasons. First, he had just seen a skirt raised up a bit and he got hard as a teenager. Even worse, as a teen he jerked off a couple of times and came all over his own body. It felt stupid how sexually frustrated he was. If it wasn't because his hands were still filthy, he would be groaning with his head in his hands while questioning himself how he was going to face you in the hallways.

Was it the uniform? The skirt? You were undoubtedly gorgeous, but… Was it because most of the women in the Scouts didn't have time to take care of their appearance, or they simply didn't care? There was something stupidly arousing about your soft and clear skin, how you took care of yourself, the tight little waist highlighting the difference between your swinging hips underneath the skirt, perky breasts under the blouse.

"Captain," your cloying voice whispered his worst intentions, "Captain, you need a hand?"

Levi's eyes, looking to his left, caught your mischievous smile as you looked at him. "I… Um…" He was confused.

"Do you want a hand, Cap?" you asked again, looking deeply into his eyes. 'Well… if you want to…' he wondered, lost as your eyes softly looked down and then back up.

"Do you need help?" The haze of sexually inciting began to fade. "With the tea, I mean… you had been staring at the kettle for ten minutes," your voice now lacked all the previous sweetness, and he felt like an idiot.

"No, thanks," he spat back, angry but not at you. Levi forced himself to get back into his senses and returned to brew his own tea.

"You sure? You seem a bit… lost," you commented. He groaned an unworded reply and then handed you a cup. Soft fingers brushed against his before raising the liquid to your lips, letting out a pleased moan. "Ah~ nothing better than tea in the mornings," you said before adding with an innocent smile, "Hot, strong, and deep, exactly as I like it."

Levi swore he was trying to breathe, but he simply couldn't. "Have a nice morning, thanks for the tea! You really know how I like it," you said back before walking away. 'Maybe I should visit a church or something.'

Yet his eyes were still glued to your back as you walked away, skirt swinging as you moved. He didn't mean to stare, but something smacked him on the head with strength, forcing him back to his senses. "Oi!" he turned around to confront the person, only to find Hange with a handful of papers rolled up in their hand.

"Stop staring~" they signed back with a mischievous smile.

"I wasn't," he replied while his hand caressed the top of his head. "Stop laughing, four eyes," he insisted as he could hear Hange's chuckles.

Suddenly, Hange wrapped an arm around his shoulders, resting their entire weight on them, and their heads touching. "You know… if I tell you a secret, you swear to keep it, right?"

"Get off my ass," Levi replied, not interested in being dragged into Hange's silly games.

"The other day, I was talking to Erwin," their voice dropped as they began to whisper, "And we both agreed that Y/N has such a great ass."

Both looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, Levi frowning deeply.

"Don't tell the cadets, though… we don't want to set a bad example."

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[xtrafluffyteddy]

Remember

zombie! ghost x immune! reader

tw: gore, violence, death, heartache

inspired by remember you from adventure time

it had been exactly 574 days since the infection started, 365 days since the military fell, and 3 days since you and simon were bit in an attempt to find supplies and shelter, there was nothing you two couldve done no amout of strength or bullets was gonna take down that entire hoard. Your surprised that you and simon even got out with just a bite, you were sure that you were gonna be torn apart and eaten just like you watched your friends be.

"Cmon si just a little longer" you wheeze tired from dragging his deadweight body "were almost there im sure theyll have a cure" you repeated that yourself everytime you felt like giving up and just putting simon down, all you got in reply was a guttral groan from the undead man you had kept on a chain for his safety and yours

You huffed and sat down against a tree staring across the way at Simon who stared at you jaw hanging loosely from where he broke it to prevent himself from biting anyone, milky eyes unblinking "do you even remember me simon" you sigh staring into his cloudy eyes "do you remember the note you left? before you slipped away that night" you dug around you pack Simons eyes following your every movement as you quickly retrieve the note holding it with shaking hands

"Love is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a rookie like you" you read choking up a bit "And I know you're going to need me here with you, But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too" you stand up and shove the note into his chest hoping for anything, for some type of response to show you that your simon was still there that he wasnt just a walking husk of the man you love "This virus keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy, and I need to save you, but who's going to save me?" you couldnt help but slam your fist into his chest over and over only earning a snarl and groan in return "i wouldve saved you Simon, i wouldve ripped apart the world if it meant you were immune just like me".

you continued reading "Please forgive me for whatever I do. When I don't remember you" you sobbed soflty griping onto simons tactical vest trying to ground yourself in reality "f....forgive.." is all you heard thinking for sure you were hallucinating it couldnt be Simons voice "f....forgive' he repeated looking down at you.

You hiccuped shaking a bit but continued reading "Love, I can feel myself slipping away, I can't remember what it made me say" you remembered that day the day after simon got bit and the fever was settling in causing him to be delirious saying disturbing and violent stuff just to try to get you to leave him to die not wanting you to remember him as a husk ,"But I remember that I saw you frown, I swear it wasn't me, it was the virus" you clung to him even though you knew he couldnt wrap his arms around you or share the same emotions anymore "please forgive me for whatever i do, when i dont remember you" you finish reading looking up at the man you still love and refused to leave behind catching just a glimpse of rememberance swirling in his eyes as he stared down at you.

[goodnightmemes]

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all. ❜

❛ Make sure you got a round in the chamber and your safety off. ❜

❛ Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that? ❜

❛ Look, I ask and you answer. It's common courtesy, right? ❜

❛ Get away from the windows. ❜

❛ Conserve your ammo. Goes faster than you think. Especially at target practice. ❜

❛ There are others. It's not just us. ❜

❛ Folks got no idea what they're getting into. ❜

❛ We are surviving here. We are day to day. ❜

❛ Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here. ❜

❛ Have you been listening? You're running out of time. ❜

❛ Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass. ❜

❛ You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral. ❜

❛ You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens. ❜

❛ Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense. ❜

❛ We survive this by pulling together, not apart. ❜

❛ If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold. ❜

❛ You can't leave me. You can't leave me here. Not like this. ❜

❛ At least somebody's having a good day. ❜

❛ Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short. ❜

❛ Nothing bit you? Nothing scratched you? ❜

❛ So that's it, huh? You're just gonna walk off? Just to hell with everybody else? ❜

❛ You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that. ❜

❛ The world ended. Didn't you get the memo? ❜

❛ Toughest asshole I ever met. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails. ❜

❛ They're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people. ❜

❛ Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much. ❜

❛ There ain't nothing gonna stop him from getting back here to you, I promise you that. ❜

❛ One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know. ❜

❛ You come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood. ❜

❛ Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. ❜

❛ What life I have I owe to him. ❜

❛ I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation. ❜

❛ You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you. ❜

❛ The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind… plunderers, the kind that take by force. ❜

❛ Guess the world changed. ❜

❛ The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why. ❜

❛ Hell with them people. Wouldn't piss on them if their heads were on fire. ❜

❛ Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while. ❜

❛ Time…it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think? ❜

❛ Do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. ❜

❛ I know how the safety works. ❜

❛ We start down that road, where do we draw the line? ❜

❛ Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem! ❜

❛ We don't kill the living. ❜

❛ I'm sorry for not ever being there. I always thought there'd be more time. I'm here now. ❜

❛ These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are. ❜

❛ There are no rules. ❜

❛ We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do. ❜

❛ I won't leave again. I promise you that. Not for anything. ❜

❛ You save a grave for me? ❜

❛ It's not about what you want. That sound you hear, that's God laughing while you make plans. ❜

❛ We can't stay here. We both know that. ❜

❛ The most important thing here is we need to stay together. ❜

❛ You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back. ❜

❛ Leave me here. I'm done. Just leave me. ❜

❛ The fever… You've been delirious more often than not. ❜

❛ We can't be here, this close to the city after dark. ❜

❛ You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed. ❜

❛ You know, it's over. There's nothing left. ❜

❛ You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do, but you don't. ❜

❛ We don't have to be afraid anymore. We're safe here. ❜

❛ I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is. ❜

❛ What's wrong with him? Seriously, is he nuts, medicated, what? ❜

❛ I did the best I could in the time that I had. I hope you'd be proud of that. ❜

❛ We always think there's gonna be more time. ❜

❛ You should've left well enough alone. It would've been so much easier. ❜

❛ I had to keep hope alive, didn't I? ❜

❛ There is no hope. There never was. ❜

❛ What part of "everything is gone" do you not understand? ❜

❛ There's your chance. Take it. ❜

[telvess]

I was hanging out with a little girl who fucking coughed on me and now I'm sick...

Usually I'll drink a shot of vinegar, ginger honey, cinnamon and cayenne pepper... but i don't have access to than rn...

And in my sick/ half sleep haze I was thinking about how our diverse cast of hot men would take care of sick s/o using natural remedies

So Shiva, jataka, Buddha, (it might be the same because India idk, I guess Thai for Buddha)

Loki (Celtic/Greek idk)

Kojiro (Japanese)

I need some ror men..

medicine!

Need medicine...

I hope your sickness was short!

I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH SASAKI BECAUSE OF YOU!

RoR: How do they take care of sick s/o (Shiva, Jataka, Buddha, Loki, Sasaki Kojirō)

Shiva

Shiva has never been sick in his life, so he freaks out a bit when you get sick. Not the most helpful companion you can find. At first he asks what to do, but if you are too weak to speak, then… oh well.

Shiva doesn’t leave his realm, so he doesn't know any natural, human remedies that could help you. He keeps you warm and sits next to you the entire time. He remains vigilant. Even he pretends it’s nothing, his wives can tell he genuinely worries.

Once the worst is over and you start to look more alive, Shiva does his best to keep you in a good mood. Say a word and he will even dance for you.

What’s surprising, no matter how hard you try, you can’t infect Shiva. He basically cuddles you, feeds you, and helps you change clothes all the time, and yet all the germs seem to ignore him.

Jataka

Jataka was sick himself, he knows it all too well. As soon as he notices the first symptoms, he is very caring. Even if it’s just a flu, he doesn't downplay it.

He prepares for you an ayurvedic drink. Depending on your symptoms, he will choose the right recipe. He makes sure you drink all of it, so don’t even try to argue. It’s a waste of time, this man is too stubborn.

Jataka provides everything you need, he even brings you a book to read or he reads to you himself. He is cautious and keeps his distance, but that doesn’t stop him from being very strict: he makes sure you drink enough water and that you’re warm.

Every time he checks if you have a fever, he caresses your cheek with his finger before moving away. It's the only physical thing he can do right now to show you his affection.

Buddha

His first reaction is to tell you to lie down. It doesn't seem to bother him, because it’s just the flu. He had it when he was human, it’s not a big deal, especially if you have everything you need right under your nose. But secretly it eats him up inside, to the point where he can no longer eat sweets. So he shows up on your doorstep with his very casual attitude and starts asking questions. He checks if you’re hydrated, if you have a fever, if you need anything.

Buddha was born in present-day Nepal, so he follows ayurvedic… a little. He knows it’s not 100% effective, but he still finds some methods solid. He would make you brew containing honey, tusi leaves and lemon juice, and force you to drink it. It’s the best for the flu in his opinion.

He sits at the proper distance, eats his sweets and talks to you. He isn’t the worst companion you can get. Isn’t the best either… Do you know how good this candy is? Oh, right, you don’t, because you can’t taste *smirk* Don’t waste your pillow trying to hit him…

Loki

Let’s be honest, Loki probably isn’t the best person to take care of a sick person. At first, he acts annoyed when you announce your condition to him, but after awhile when he sees you struggling with the easiest tasks, he begins to worry. Seeing you in such weak shape makes Loki a little, a bit… soft.

From what I’ve researched, the Nords believed that sickness was an attack of malignant spirits (often ancestors) on the body. Loki obviously knows better what’s going on with you, but I wouldn’t be surprise if he mentions this fun fact to you. He was probably the one who sold people this nonsense in the first place. Let's just hope you're not hallucinating…

Loki prepares you tea with honey and entertains you with his new diabolical plans of how to mess with humans. He doesn’t even need you to be active in the conversation, but it's nice to see you smile or snort from time to time.

Loki doesn't follow any rules (i.e. keeps his distance, washes hands) and he will probably end up sick as well. Guess whose fault it is? And guess will have to take care of him? AND guess who won’t lie in bed and rest but spread germs everywhere? That’s right…

Kojirō Sasaki

He is the sweetest guy you could have by your side right now. A little clumsy, but he has got a spirit.

Considering how observant Kojirō is, he'll probably be the first to notice the symptoms. Even if you deny it, he will prepare for the possibilities ahead.

Sasaki would prepare for you hachimitsu-daikon - it’s Japanese form of cough and throat syrup, made from honey and Japanese radish. Kojirō would make it for you just like his mother did when he was a child.

Kojirō doesn’t mind missing a few days of training, you’re his priority. He is with you as long as you need and entertains you with stories from his life. He can read you something until you fall asleep.

He makes sure you’re hydrated, always brining you fresh water or preparing ginger tea called shoga-yu. He doesn’t try to make you anything else, because he is terrible at picking herbs and might accidentally poison you.

[yuri-is-online]

10. Getting a visit from him while you're sick and thinking it was a dream.

I AM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR ASK BY POSTING IT TOO EARLY (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

I really really hope you like this friend, I am very grateful for your support <3

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, typical best friend pining for Deuce, references to fainting from exhaustion for Jack. Check out the other requests on my masterlist here.

Silver

"Golden hour" is a funny term when you are forced to think about it under the influence of Twisted Wonderland Benadryl. Which is to say that you feel very grateful to be hallucinating an image of Silver and not the hat man. Rook would be much too willing to entertain this line of thought.

"I just think that it's kind of funny," you try to justify to not-Silver who has kindly allowed you to rest your head in his lap "that your name is Silver and you sort of look like that y'know." He blinks, an intense look of concentration knitted over his lovely face.

"Not really." He says, genuinely remorseful. "I'm just not that imaginative I'm sorry." He idly strokes your hair, the ghost of a smile growing the longer he looks at you. It flutters into your heart and briefly halts your train of thought; you don't know if you should be happy it's the weekend so this can't interrupt your classes or mad you can't enjoy your day off. But then, what about this dream? Silver doesn't really go out of his way to hang out with you, if you had not been running a fever...

You had been reaching for him, pausing only when you realize in a desperate effort to stay in the illusion. What had you been talking about? You wonder ignoring the way Silver leans to follow your hands. Oh right, golden hour.

"It's super pink and purple," you mumble "and it's just- it's supposed to be the prettiest thing in the whole wide world and there it is trapped in your eyes." Sliver takes a deep breath, almost like he is trying to restrain something, before slowly, gently, caressing your eyelids in an effort to convince them to close.

"I think you need to go back to sleep prefect." You want to tell him that's a silly suggestion because you are already asleep, but something about finally closing your eyes makes you just that much more comfortable. As you drift into the darkness, you feel someone pick you up, cradling you bridal style as they begin to walk up the Ramshackle Dorm staircase.

"The prettiest thing in the world, huh. I wonder what that says about you, when you are what's reflected in them?"

Deuce

Today was not a good day for the only plot relevant members of freshmen class A. Both of your friends had forgotten to charge their phones last night, and while Ace had been smart enough to slip his into his pocket, Deuce had left his charger back in their dorm room. That hadn't really been anything other than an inconvenience at first, but then the rain had started.

"I'll be fine, you two should worry about yourselves, I know Varags isn't canceling your club practices for this."

You really should not have said that. Maybe you haven't been feeling well for a while now or maybe the rain + no central heating + no parental figure had been what put you down. It didn't really matter what caused it, you feel like death and none of your text messages are making it through to either of your friends. At least Grim was kind enough to bring you a bunch of blankets and pillows from your room, there was no way you were giving him free reign in Sam's with your wallet no matter how badly you needed medicine. The only thing left to do is try and sleep it off and that's what you do, tossing your phone onto a chair Grim had propped up next to the couch.

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Deuce had been sitting in the library before Trey kindly told him that you were out sick. He had not bothered asking where Ace had gone off too, assuming that by the time he made it to Ramshackle he would already be there and laughing at him. But that was not the case and now that he is sitting here wondering if he should try to wake you up or just let you sleep he can't decide if he is angry at Ace or happy to be alone with you. He does know he feels disappointed for even needing to ask.

"Yuu?" He decides to try and whisper, that way if you're deep asleep you won't react. You are curled up on the couch so tightly you might as well be a cat, the way you nuzzle into his palm when he tries to take your temperature does not help. You open your eyes but don't say anything at first, you just... smile? Smile and reach to hold his hand with a contended mrrp. Every muscle in Deuce's body is painfully tense, he desperately wishes he knew what he was supposed to do in this situation.

He knows what he wants to do, but that has to be the one thing he is not supposed to, right? You are his best friend, there is nothing more than that. It's with friendly intent you reach to hug him, it's with friendly concern he pulls you into his embrace and holds you tightly so you don't crash onto the floor.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He whispers and you shake your head into his chest before looking up into his eyes with pure friendly adoration.

"I wish you were here," your eyes close, sending you back into sleep and Deuce into a spiral "I want to wake up in your arms just once."

"Me too..." he relaxes, gently moving you back to your couch before you can do more harm. "I- I hope you can remember I want that too."

Jack

Jack adjusts the position of your arms around his neck and makes sure he has a firm grip on your thighs.  He has given piggy backs before but never to an unconscious person.

"You need to be more realistic about your limits."  The words taste like sandpaper on his tongue, for someone so invested in the opinions of his seniors Jack sure had been determined to ignore them when it came to how hard he pushed you.  He couldn't, well he could have helped it.  He could have done some research about how to safely start working out, or asked you if you were even interested in training with him.  But no, he did neither of those things, instead he just told you that your stamina was pitiful and that you were going to start training with him immediately.  Knowing him he probably threatened to leave you alone if you couldn't keep up, some friend he was.  "Sorry," he expected the word to feel heavier, maybe sting a little, but his pride doesn't feel any worse than it had when you fainted "I don't like seein you hurt."  Maybe it's because you're asleep and he doesn't actually have to worry about coming off too soft, or maybe it's because you stir in that sleep to bury your face further into his hair signaling that you still feel safe with him on some subconscious level, but he feels like he can just... talk.  Like even though you aren’t awake your heart will listen.

"I know I talk a lot about how if you're weak you'll get left behind, or that I don't need friends but that's just second nature y'know?  It's not like I don't want to be around you, and I definitely don't want you to get sick."  Again you move, but your steady breathing confirms you are still asleep as Jack nears Ramshackle with his precious cargo.  “When you wake up I’ll say sorry the right way, and make sure to get you some water… ha I wonder why you even came out today in the first place?  I’ve been a pretty shitty friend-”  

You take a deep, deep breath at the back of Jack’s neck, exhaling as your arms tighten around his neck in a way that could choke him if you had been angry but now feels more like a hug.  Hot air tickles him from his neck all the way down his spine as his stupidly keen ears pick up on a sleepy murmur he knows has to come from somewhere deep in your dream-addled mind.  Don’t be stupid, I wanted to spend time with you.  Why?  You know why!  And even if you don’t-

“It’s a secret~”  You actually say out loud, speeding up Jack’s heart rate and his steps.

If he doesn’t put you to bed soon he’s going to be the one who’s dehydrated. 

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

Heal - IV

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)

MASTERLIST

🫁 Summary: Your health is declining quickly, and only Bucky can save you. That is, if he can bring himself to.

Warnings: General sickness, vomit, seizure, hallucinations, angst, non-con, smut

Word count: 2,329

👣Part III

Things were deteriorating quickly. At first, you knew night was coming as dusk settled through the window, but pretty soon after that you had no concept of time. Your brain ricochet around your skull and moving your head sent you spiralling into dizziness. The nausea was overpowering and at times you passed out because you just couldn't catch your breath between bouts of throwing up pure stomach bile. Other times it was the dreadful pain that tipped you over the edge into the blackness. It was as though you were void of all your internal organs, and the hole was growing larger and larger. Your body was begging to be taken care of, something which you couldn't even attempt to do yourself seeing as you were drained of all energy. Your pussy throbbed so bad it was over sensitive just to touch, and your thighs were starting to burn from the sheer volume of slick seeping into the skin. You knew this wasn't good, and you knew it wasn't going to get better on its own. Any idea that the bond would break itself without Bucky's pleasure had gone out the window and you were now starting to wonder that this was more a matter of life or death now.

At some point, light flooded the room, and you groaned as you pried your eyes open. The room was spinning and your mouth was dry but you still managed to call out to your alpha as a large figure loomed in the doorway. You reached for him with floppy arms, unable to focus but begging for his knot. Strong hands seized your arms to steady you, but you cried out as it stung your fevered skin. Someone was talking, but you couldn't make out who or what they were saying. In the haze of confusion, all you wondered was why wasn't your alpha helping you right now? Why was he just standing there above you, not touching you when you needed his touch so bad? A surge of pain exploded within you as the figure turned away and fled out the door, and you panted as you attempted to crawl after him before flopping onto the floor once again encased by unconsciousness.

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Steve knew Nat had checked up on you earlier, but after his conversation with Bucky, he had to see you for himself. After checking the coast was clear to try and not rouse suspicion, he knocked gently on your door and called out to you.

He wasn't surprised when no one replied. As he cracked the door open, the could feel his heart thudding in his chest. The smell that hit him instantly was over powering and almost made him gag. It was the sour smell of vomit mixed with the bitter stench of sweat - but worst of all, it was the horrific, nauseating inhale of pain. The usual odour of an omega in heat was intense, but this was something else; it had gone further than that, past the point of needing to be sweet to attract an alpha. It smelt dangerously close to death.

Steve was by your side in an instance, reaching to your flailing arms. Your face was flushed a bright red and drenched in sweat, and the heat radiating off you even made him shy away for a second. You clearly had very little control over your body as you rolled around in your own vomit, pupils huge and unable to focus on him. But what made the colour drain from his face most was the way you cried out for Bucky, desperately reaching for relief in your delirious state.

"Bucky, please, oh god it hurts Bucky, fuck me Bucky please. You're here, Bucky, my alpha, you're here."

Steve looked around the room, desperate for something to help. "Y/N, it's me, it's Steve. You're hallucinating sweetheart, but I need you to focus on me. I'm going to get Bucky, it's going to be alright, I promise."

He left your side for a split second having spotted a towel you'd used to ease your fever in your brief coherent hours, ran it under cold water from your bathroom, snagged the thermometer from the side, and sprinted back to you.

"Here, sweet, this should help." You had grown slack as you briefly slipped into unconsciousness again, and he used the opportunity to run the towel across your body, feeling it warm up far too quickly, before steadying your face by cupping a hand against your jaw and softly guiding the thermometer into your mouth.

"Oh god..." whatever colour was left in Steve's face promptly left as he squinted at the reading.

"Alpha...Bucky..." you groaned again before gagging, the feeling of the item in your mouth triggering another bout of sickness which you barely reacted to as it spat from your mouth and trickled down your chin. In a hurry, Steve pushed you on your side to stop you from choking, shoving pillows behind your back.

"I'll be back in a second, sweetheart...just...just stay with me, okay? I'm going to get Bucky." Tears pricked his eyes as he left, running at light speed down the hallway, vaulting the stairs until he reached The Cube.

"Bucky," he panted, slamming his hands on the glass and making his friend's head snap up.

"What do you want, Steve. You gonna tell me I need to leave? That I need to get as far away from her as possible? Cause I know, man, and trust me, as soon as I can stop feeling her heat, I'm out of here."

"No, Buck. You need to listen to me. It's bad, it's really bad. Y/N needs you right now, because whatever you thought would happen to this bond, however you thought it would just go away, it isn't. She's sick, man. She's really sick, her temp is 106° right now, and she's barely conscious."

Bucky's face dropped and he froze. "No no it - it's just the bond disintegrating man..." He gulped as he really took in Steve's face. He trusted his friend, and this was a look of horror he'd never seen on him before.

"Bucky, it's not. You have to help her. She's going to die if you don't."

Bucky held his head in hands, shaking it back and forth as he gripped his hair. "I can't do anything Steve, I've already hurt her enough. Get Tony, or Bruce, or an actual doctor...I'll only make things worse -"

The thud against the glass as Steve threw his weight against it made Bucky jump.

"Barnes, you need to straighten up. You did this, you're the only one who can fix it. You have to save her."

Bucky had never experienced Steve's captain mode, at least not directly. But the way his best friend was standing over him, eyes wide, tone demanding, he knew this was an order. And if Bucky knew anything, it was when to obey an order. Only then did the seriousness of the situation really hit him. Yes, he had caused this pain, he had put you in this position. But it hurt even more to know that he would once again have to commit the same violation in order to take it away.

Any anger towards himself, any fear that he would hurt you further went out of the window the second he reached your room. All he felt was pain and protection, and the tremendous need to save you.

You were lying slumped on the floor at the side of the bed, tangled in soaking and soiled bedsheets. Bucky dropped to his knees in a heartbeat, scooping your limp body up and cradling your head.

"Hey, hey, wake up. Y/N, wake up, c'mon please." He brushed the hair from your forehead, fumbling with shaking hands to find a pulse. At the sound of his voice, your eyelids flickered.

"Al-alpha?"

The use of his title gave him some relief - at least you were accepting of him being there.

"I'm here, doll, I'm here. And I'm so, so sorry, for hurting you then, and for hurting you now...god doll, what do I do? How can I make this better?"

He knew, really, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"I need you, alpha...please..." Weakly, you gestured down below, and for the first time Bucky took in your naked body. Your breasts were swollen, your nipples cracked and tender. But your pussy, your beautiful, welcoming pussy was red raw from where you'd desperately tried to ease the need for attention. It shimmered with slick, and the sight of it all opened up and flowering had Bucky hard within an instant.

He felt the panic attack loom as conflicting feelings bombarded him. How could he be turned on by you in so much pain? You were practically dying and he was aroused? Plus, it was his horniness that had partly driven him to do this to you in the first place - had he not learned his lesson?

But at the same time, he knew why he was turned on. That was the whole point - you were dying because he had bonded with you, whether he meant to or not, and then he had abandoned you. Your survival was dependant on his horniness right now.

Bucky's thoughts were interrupted as he felt your slack body go rigid. As he whipped his head round to look at your face, his heart dropped as your eyes rolled back into your head and you grunted, your chest heaving and your back arching. Time was running out, and it was running out fast.

Careful not to hurt you further, he manoeuvred your seizing body onto the bed, constantly whispering words of reassurance to you.

"It's alright, sweetheart, I'm going to make it go away, I promise...doll I'm so sorry, but I have to do this...oh god, please forgive me."

Tears were streaming down his face as he cupped your cheek with his metal fingers and kissed your fevered forehead. Slowly, he reached down with his right hand and started to caress your begging hole, feeling your body tense as he circled your aching clit before starting to relax slightly. Although you'd stopped seizing, you were still unconscious, and Bucky wept as he used his fingers to prepare you for his knot. This was not about pleasure or enjoyment; he needed to get this over and done with and pray it saved you.

Bucky cried silent tears the whole time as he gently entered you, rocking slowly but with enough attention to satisfy you. His eyes stayed glued shut the whole time, and he relied on hovering above your chest to make sure he could still hear your heartbeat.

Within minutes, you had calmed down. The cramps seemed to have eased up, and you weren't fighting your own body anymore. But even as his knot tightened and you drank up his cum, without the renewal of the bond, Bucky couldn't be sure he had done enough.

"I'm sorry, doll. This isn't how it was supposed to be...I...I love you."

As he held your hair away, he lent over the marred scar on your neck and bit down again, feeling you shake slightly at the action. As he pulled away, he felt you shift beneath him with a groan as you started to come to.

"Bucky?" it was barely a whisper, and your eyes remained closed, but you found the energy to raise your arms slightly and feel his familiar body above yours. It was like coming up for air; everything was heavy and foggy and you couldn't feel your limbs, but the room was gradually starting to reemerge and your body didn't feel like it was spinning anymore.

"D-doll?" He wasn't sure what to do now. Would you hate him even more? Almost every fibre in his body was telling him to run, but there was something that told him he had to stay, that he needed to stay, that you needed him to stay.

Your eyes finally peeled open and you gave him a lopsided smile. "You-you came...my alpha..."

Bucky gulped and shook his head. "No I...I did this to you. I'm so sorry Y/N, I don't know what to say..."

"I love you too." Your fingers had found his jaw and started to stroke his overgrown stubble but Bucky pulled back.

"No, no doll you don't. Oh god what have I - no you don't love me, you can't love me, not after what I did..."

Your eyes falling shut again, you groaned without his touch and flailed to pull him in. As you managed to get a hold of his hair, you dragged his head down to yours, gathering just enough energy to mumble, "I loved you before that, Bucky. I've always loved you...just lie with me...please..." you gasped for air and he panicked, instantly getting closer to cradle your broken body.

"We can talk...tomorrow...please just...lie with me?"

He couldn't say no even if he wanted to. He knew he couldn't be forgiven, and he wouldn't accept it anyway, but it felt so right to lie there with you and keep you safe, even if that meant keeping you safe from himself.

So Bucky carefully manoeuvred you to the far side of the bed so he could slip in, tucking his flesh arm behind your head and guiding you as you nuzzled into his chest. He rested his metal hand on your forehead first, then in various places on your body to help reduce the fever quicker. He could hear your heartbeat start to settle, and your breathing became regular again as you drifted into the abyss.

Bucky didn't know what the morning would bring, but right now, he just wanted to stay up with you, making sure you were safe and feeling your body against his. And so no matter how tempting sleep seemed, he remained awake and alert through the rest of the night.

🪡 Part V

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Bedtime Story (Wally Darling x sick!reader)

Yes, I'm writing again this soon. Yes, I'm mentally ill.

Let me live.

Anyway, basically you've caught a cold and Wally comes over to read to you while you're stuck in bed. Reader is gn as usual. No warnings needed on this one! Just some fluff!

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Word had spread pretty quickly that you were ill, and all the neighbors were immediately worried about you.

Barnaby and Sally tried to keep you entertained while you were stuck in bed, Julie brought you flowers and soup, Eddie made you a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card, Frank attempted to diagnose you himself (wearing a mask because EW, he didn’t want your germs!), Howdy came over and did some cleaning for you, and Poppy baked you cookies and brought medicine.

But nobody was more worried about you than Wally.

His calm attitude wouldn’t let him show it, but he was fussing over you BIG TIME. He wanted to do something to help, too…but what?

“Creeeeak!”

“That’s it! Home, you’re a genius!”

Home knocked proudly.

With that, Wally picked out a nice happy book to read you, and headed out.

He knocked on your door, and heard a sneeze and a whimper, followed by a weak “Come in”

“Y/n? It’s me!”

Your stuffy voice tried to sound happy.

“Oh, hey Wally! What- ACHOO! …brings you by today?”

“Oh dear, (y/n)...you sound just terrible”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, sitting up in bed.

“Golly, thanks..”

But really, Wally thought you looked and sounded just as perfect as always, even with a red sniffly nose and your hair sticking in all directions. 

Yes…he loved you. He was sure of it. He’d known for a while, and he had been ready to finally confess, but then you came down with this terrible cold and he couldn’t.

And you felt the same, which made you feel very conflicted right now.

On the one hand, you were thrilled Wally had come to visit you in your time of need, but on the other hand, you really did look awful and suddenly you became hyper aware of this.

You hastily tried to smooth down your hair as you motioned for him to sit in the chair beside your bed.

“Well, I thought maybe you’d like a story” Wally explained, holding up your favorite book. How did he know? 

“Thank you…that’s really thoughtful. Actually, this cold is keeping me from sleeping well. Maybe a story will help”

He sat down and opened the book, but before he could start, he noticed you shivering despite all the blankets you had.

“Are you cold, friend?”

“Oh, um, kind of. Stupid fever…” you laughed nervously.

“Here, I’ll warm you up”

Okay, this fever must have caused you to hallucinate. Or at the very least, mishear your yellow friend.

Before you could ask him to repeat what he said, he was climbing into bed with you, coaxing you to snuggle up to him for warmth while he read to you.

“Any better? Cozier?”

“Y-Yes” you answered, your heart thumping in your ears. 

Truthfully, Wally wasn’t that warm. But somehow him being so close made you feel much warmer anyway…

He nodded and began to finally read the story.

He hadn't even finished the chapter when he looked down and noticed your eyelids fluttering shut. He was glad; you looked like you hadn't slept in a week. And actually, you pretty much hadn't. He closed the book and waited for your breathing to even out before gently kissing your forehead and smiling.

"When you get better, I'm going to ask you on a date. Barnaby said I should take you apple picking...that sounds like fun, I think. (Y/n)...I think you're just the absolute most"

But he didn't realize you hadn't quite drifted off yet. You heard everything.

You smiled, finally letting sleep carry you away as you made a mental note to act surprised when he asked you out.

Cold be damned, you were on cloud 9!

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Ain't he just the sweetest? Idk his voice is soothing to me and I just love the idea of him reading to me for comfort.

Hope this was decent :3

[purplephantomwolf]

Savoring the Finish Line

Chapter Three

Story Synopsis: Max Verstappen falls in love with a woman who owns a bakery.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately. Also, this is not an accurate portrayal with how a bakery works. I did my best with research, but it's not 100%.

Warnings for this chapter: Badly translated French, mention of panic attack

Previous chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two

Next chapter: Chapter Four

Masterlist

December 19, 2021

     I slam my hand down onto my phone, turning the alarm off. I feel the bed jolt as Elise and Lacey jump onto it. I laugh as they nudge my face, trying to wake me up more. “I’m up, I’m up,” I mumble, sitting up. My dogs jump off the bed and run to the stairs. I climb out of bed and get ready to take them outside. Clipping on the leashes, I let Elise and Lacey lead me outside. We wander around the block, the dogs sniffing the same things they do every day. They need to make sure that nothing has changed in the past 24 hours. 

     The puppies take off upstairs once we arrive home. I follow them up the stairs, making sure they have enough food and water for the day. “Okay, girls. I need you to behave for me,” I say, giving both of them kisses on their heads. I reach the bottom of the stairs as Louis and Estelle walk through the front door. “Good morning, Estelle. Good morning, Louis,” I greet them. 

     “Good morning, Adaline. How did the rest of your night go?” Louis asks, heading for the office. 

     “Really interesting!” I laugh. Louis and Estelle stop to look at me, both of them raising their eyebrows. “I forgot to lock the door after you guys left, and I had an unexpected visitor,” I start to explain. 

     Louis interrupts me before I can tell them who the visitor was. “That’s dangerous! You can’t forget to lock the doors!” He scolds me. 

     “I know, I know! But this was a good visitor! It was Max Verstappen!” I respond. Louis’ mouth drops open. Estelle looks between us. 

     “Max Verstappen? Isn’t he that Formula 1 driver?” Estelle asks, looking confused.

     “Yeah, he’s the one who won the world championship this year,” Louis turns to her. He turns back to me, looking sceptical, “Are you sure it was Max Verstappen? You weren’t in some fever dream?” I scoff, rolling my eyes. I put my hands on my hips.

     “Yes, I’m sure. Considering he spent at least 30 minutes here, I don’t think I was hallucinating or having a fever dream,” I smile. “Now come on, we’re opening soon!” I wave my hands, shooing them into the office to put their stuff up. 

     “Too bad it wasn’t Charles,” Louis calls, as I’m about to enter the kitchen. Louis and I have a playful rivalry going on as he’s an avid Charles fan. I laugh, shaking my head. I enter the kitchen, getting everything in the bakery ready for the day. 

     I hear the door’s bell ring right at 6 am, as I’m putting some croissants in the oven. “Adaline, there’s someone here who would like to see you,” I hear Louis call. My eyebrows knit in confusion. I wipe my hands on my apron as I walk out of the kitchen. 

     “Oh, bonjour Max!” I greet him. I walk up the counter. I feel both Estelle’s and Louis’ presence behind me. 

     “Bonjour, Adaline,” Max smiles at me, before looking at the menu. As he looks at it, I turn to Louis, mouthing I told you so. He just shrugs, before I turn back to Max. “What would you recommend? My trainer told me to pick something up for us for after working out,” Max asks, looking from the display to me. 

     I hum, thinking. “Well, I assume you’re going to want something light. I’d go with either some scones or croissants.” Max nods, looking at our options of scones and croissants. 

     “Can I take two of your blueberry scones and two of your regular croissants?” He asks.

     “Of course,” I say, grabbing a bag. As Louis rings up Max, I grab his pastries. “Have a good day, Max,” I smile. 

     “You too, Adaline,” he says, waving bye. I wave back as he leaves. I whirl around, looking at Louis.      “I told you!” I laugh. Louis holds his hands up. 

     “Alright! Alright! I believe you now!” Louis laughs. I laugh as I walk back into the kitchen to continue baking.

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December 28, 2021

     I look up from placing some pastries on the display as the bell on the door rings. “Good afternoon, Max. Did you have a good Christmas?” I grin. 

     “I did! I spent it with my family back in the Netherlands. Did you have a good one?” Max smiles. I nod, finishing up the display.

     “I did. I spent it with Louis and Estelle,” I say, “Now, what can I get you?” Max takes a look at the display and then the menu.

     “I’ll try one of your cupcakes and a pain du chocolat,” he answers.

     “Good choices, good choices. These cupcakes are my guilty pleasure,” I say, grabbing a cupcake and pain du chocolat. I place them in our to go box and ring up Max. 

     “Where are Estelle and Louis?” Max asks, looking around and taking the box from me. 

     “I give them the days off between Christmas and New Years. The bakery never gets so busy that I need to have them working at all, but I like the company. Plus they’re basically like my parents,” I shrug. Max walks to one of our tables and sits down. 

     “Okay. Tell them hi for me next time you see them,” Max says. He shifts in his seat a couple of times. He opens his mouth to say something else but then closes it.

     “Everything okay, Max?” I ask, concerned. I sit down across from him, waiting to see if he’ll tell me. 

     “I wanted to thank you for helping me through the panic attack the other week. I’ve never had one before, so I didn’t know what to do,” Max explains.

     “Max, you don’t have to thank me for helping you. I know how tough they are to go through alone. I wouldn’t want anyone to experience that,” I softly smile.

    “Okay, but I still wanted to thank you, so I thought I’d give you this as a thank you,” he says, sliding me an envelope. I look at him confused, picking up the envelope. I open it and gasp. Inside is a paddock pass to the Red Bull garage. 

     “Max! I can’t take this! You didn’t have to get me anything as a thank you!” I exclaim, pushing it back towards him. 

     “I wanted to,” he says, pushing it back to me. “It’s a pass to the Red Bull garage during the Bahrain Grand Prix. It should get you in on all three days.” I take the pass and inspect it. 

     “Thank you, Max,” I say, looking up. He just smiles and takes a bite of his cupcake. The bell rings as someone enters. “Thank you again, Max.” I stand up and walk behind the counter. “Hello, welcome to Delicieux Gateries!” I greet the customer. As I take their order, Max waves bye. I wave back, before continuing with the customer. 

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January 17, 2022

     “Welcome back, Max,” I grin, as he walks through the door. 

     “Thank you, Adaline. How is your day going?” Max explains, smiling. 

     “It’s been quite alright. Louis and Estelle left for vacation earlier today, so it’ll be just me for the next week. How has training been going?” I ask, taking up my place at the register. 

     “It’s been going well. We have a pre-season track session in Spain here in a month, so training has gotten tougher,” he answers, “I’ve tried your cupcakes, pain du chocolat, blueberry scones, and croissants. What would you recommend next?”

     “Well, we have the choux a la creme or the kouign-amann. I just made fresh batches of both of those,” I think aloud. 

     “I’ll try one of both of those then!” Max exclaims. I nod and get to work packing them up for him. As I pack them up, he asks me about Bahrain. “So, do you have a hotel for Bahrain yet?”

     “I do! I fly in on the Tuesday before the race and then leave on the following Monday. I wanted a few days to explore the city before the race,” I answer. I finish with Max’s order as he nods. 

     “I fly in on the seventh because we have pre-season testing the weekend before. Hopefully, I’ll get to see you before it all gets hectic for the race,” Max tells me. 

     “I hope so, too. If not, I’ll be cheering for you from your garage,” I grin. 

     “You’re right. Well, I’ll see you in Bahrain. Have a good day, Adaline,” Max says, heading for the door. 

     “See you in Bahrain, Max. Have a good day,” I wave bye.

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Shells

Chapter Four

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: thank you for the support during my break, i've been working on this chapter for a good long while so i hope you enjoy it 🩶

"And from all this gloom, life can start anew..."

✫彡wordcount: 2.6k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, (eventual)smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): captivity, sickness, medical malpractice(technically!?), needles, not proof-read

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass s @wnewoo @catwhisk MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

San has to physically restrain you after Hongjoong pulls you from the nest, holding you in a strange headlock with your arms squished against your head. Angel wipes her eyes and sits by your feet, holding them down with a shocking force.

    Yunho, as you briefly caught, rummages through his brief case in a clear panic as Hongjoong-curled up in the corner with his hands over his ears to block your cries for him- screams at him to hurry.

     "Please, Hongjoong, don't let them hurt me! Don't let them hurt me! Why are you doing this," the words lash at his already bleeding heart. And the screech you let out as you see Yunho retrieving a large syringe makes it collapse on itself.

     "Please, Precious," he cries from his hiding place, unwilling to let you see him crumbling, "Yunho will take care of you. He is the best doctor in the c-"

     "No! No!" Your yells make him whine, and in return; San holds you tighter and screams at the poor blue haired doctor.

     "Knock her out already, dimwit!"

   "Sannie!"

    Angels grip loosens as she scolds her mate, allowing you to toss and turn for a moment before a voice booms out and still the chaos.

   "Just what is going on here?" It shakes the walls, knocking Yunho to his behind and scrambling to get the dropped syringe. The remaining sirens all stand at attention and bow their heads.

    Hongjoong eyes flick to you in a warning way as you blubber and push yourself up.

      "Hello, I asked a question! Why is she still awake?"

    Your eyes finally meet the voices owner and you're lost for thought. Blonde hair past his waist, spread on the surface of the water as he floats. An aura of authority radiates off of him. But, you don't feel scared. This siren doesn't active your fight or flight.

     "Yeosang, I ca-"

    "I don't want to hear from you." He snaps at Hongjoong, turning his attention to Yunho, who's rapidly approaching you from behind. "About time, Yunho." He speaks lowly as the syringe pricks past your skin and a cool liquid floods your senses. "I could hear her screaming from Ormasse. I could barely think."

"I'm sorry, Prince."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls himself up on the ledge and inspects you as you dizzily crawl towards the safety of the bed. "I assume you haven't done the exam yet. She seems a difficult one."

Hongjoong holds his breath and slowly lowers himself back to the floor, watching as Angel gently leads you away from the bed and towards the sunlight.

"No, she has quite a bit of fight. It took us half an hour to get her out of the nest, she caught on t-"

"Get it done quickly so we can help her. No more human deaths on my watch. Whatever she needs we will provide as a clan. Am I understood?"

They all chime quietly in union, and he's gone before your head rolls back to face the water. You think for a moment he was a fever induced hallucination, but the tense nature of the sirens and the ripples in the water tell you otherwise.

San carefully rests you in Angels lap, and you don't have the strength to fight anymore. "What did you do to me?" You slur quietly, shaking from the chill in your blood stream.

"A sedative. Do your limbs feel heavy?" Yunho picks up your hand by the pinky and lets go, watching it flop back to your side. "Perfect." He turns and drags his case closer, metal objects catching the light and blinding you briefly. "I'll just need to check a few things to determine if the soul mark is the cause. Nothing invasive, a normal checkup and a some tests."

The tears fall freely from your eyes like they're droplets from a broken faucet, unstoppable as they glide down your face and onto Angel's thighs. She soothingly rubs her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her with big eyes.

"Yeji?"

"Yej-" She looks to Hongjoong confused, squeezing your shoulders softly.

"Yeji, I'm so cold..." You stir in her lap softly and lay face down, holding her close in your delirium, "sing me a song... the one Mama sung."

Hongjoong crawls closer as Yunho uncaps a needle and flips your arm, working to find a vein while you're distracted. "The one Mama sung... uhm-" She looks to San, who shrugs and shimmies close on his knees, watching you suspiciously as you cuddle into his mate.

"So dear friends," you mumble, "your love has gone... only tears to dwell upon." Hongjoong scrambles to your side the moment he hears your weak singing, uncaring of the stern look Yunho gives him.

He flops onto his stomach beside you and reaches for your limp hand, gently laying his finger tips over yours, crying silently as it shocks him. But he doesn't move, not one bit. He stays close as Yunho finishes his examination, your shaking voice magic to his ears, even as you trail off to sleep.

    "And then from all this gloom, life can start anew. And there'll be no crying soon..."

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    "I have news."

    Hongjoong finally moves as Yunho speaks. The first time he's done so in hours. He groans as he moves his head away from you to look at Yunho. His eyes are dark and dull.

    You're still slumped in Angel's lap, the soft strokes she gives your head keeping you in a deep slumber. San had protested and said that she should move away because they don't know what's wrong with you and he'd kill you if you got her sick. But she didn't budge either.

     She kept herself leaned over you protectively, doing her best to comfort you in your unconscious state and going as far as making San bring her a blanket to lay under you and sing you as song as you stirred.

   San went from sulking in the corners to pacing the room to screaming at Yunho to hurry up and back again.

    Yunho, the poor doctor, was simply trying to focus as he watched your blood sample. And when his slit eyes finally caught a glimpse of what he was looking for, he fell over in his chair.

     "What is it, is she dying?" Hongjoong pesters as he sits up. "Tell me." His voice booms with an authority that makes the others lower their heads, and your body instinctively rolls towards him. He has to hold back another wave of tears as his heart aches to reach out for you.

     "No. She's not dying." Everyone's eyes are on him. "She isn't reject the bite either."

    Hongjoong breaths a sigh of relief as he immediately takes you up in his arms and scurries to the nest, pressing his back to the cool wall as he cradles you close.

    "She's accepting the bite faster than anyone I've ever seen. Her body is in shock from her own hormones, not yours." Yunho speaks precisely, professionally, digging around in his bag, "she needs more human hormones in her system, is all..."

    He strokes your cheek with his thumb. Thanking The Huntress that he wasn't the cause of his Precious's pain. Barely registering the words that are being spoke around him, unaware of the glare San continues to give him.

    When Yunho approaches with a syringe filled with dark red liquid, Hongjoong cups your neck so he can't prick you: simply glaring at the man as he steps into your nest. "Who do you think you are?" He growls.

     "Hyu-" A simple glare from him shuts San up, leaving him glowering as he squeezes Angel close.

    "Get out of our nest!" His voice sounds out loudly, shaking the walls of the cave and waking you with a start.

     Your heart thunders in your chest as your eyes flick to the water where your last memory was situated, feeling his hands over your neck, the sudden heat of the world. "Hong-" You can barely slur out his name before his teary eyes are on yours, the life back in the in an instant as he sees your opened eyes.

    "Precious, oh thank The Huntress, my (Y/N)," he peppers your face in kisses: uncaring as you cringe at the attention.

    "What's happening?" You turn your torso, eyes immediately landing on Yunhos feet past the border of your safety. "Get out of our nest!" Your words echo Hongjoongs, his heart soaring with pride as you fully turn and push the man, albeit weakly, causing him to finally back up. You fall out of his lap and push the mans leg until he lands a few inches away before flopping down on your side and coughing.

San holds Angel back with a hand on her stomach as she tries to approach, letting Hongjoong handle the situation as he rubs your back soothingly. "Get it out, Baby." He peeks at the syringe in Yunhos hand heart tired of breaking at your pain, "what is it?"

     Yunho takes a breath to speak before his eyes land on you, clicking in their language instead. All of the sirens seem a bit taken back. Hongjoong hides it the best, simply nodding and holding your hair out of the way. "Give it to her." Angel nearly gags, turning into San's chest so she doesn't have to witness as Hongjoong holds you down softly as Yunho forces the needle to break through your skin.

"It shouldn't take long." You peek at Hongjoong with wide eyes as Yunho speaks.

"Don't worry, Precious, it's just some vitamins, you caught a sickness from the water." His words ease the weight of the fluid as it spreads through you, and you don't bother to realize how Angel is actively gagging.

"It should kick in soon, I'll stay until it does to make sure that it's the right dosage."

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The mated duo had long left, leaving the three of you in an awkward silence for a long while until you got the energy back to sit up on your own.

Hongjoong dives down, however hesitant to leave you, to gather some food. You admit that you would have rather had Yunho go, but as he keeps his space from the nest and minds his own business unless you speak first- you find yourself enjoying his company as the minutes drag on.

"How could you tell?" You ask suddenly, spooking the siren.

"Sorry?" He shuts his book and gives his attention to you.

From your spot in the far corner of the nest, curled up in your favorite blanket, you clarify, "that the water made me sick. It seems impossible to tell... I thought for sure that my hormones were killing me, it felt like a period time nine-hundred." He seems taken aback as you chuckle quietly, shuffling in the rickety chair. "I'm curious, is all. You don't have any equipment or labs I'm assuming."

He fixes his posture and clears his throat before speaking. "I could see the virus in your blood. I have very good eyes." Before you can open your mouth to ask, he responds, "not all sirens can see what I do. It takes some focus and practice and a lot of headaches but I can see pretty much every molecule if I try hard enough."

"That's... that's really cool." Your soft laughter catches him off guard for certain this time. "So you can see like..." You look around the cave and point at the wall, tapping it excitedly, "you can see all the different sediments?"

He nods softly and smiles as you get up close the the wall and inspect it. "That's crazy!" You exclaim as you fall back into the corner with eyes filled with curiosity.

By the time Hongjoong resurfaces, you and Yunho are cracking joke left and right as you share stories. He tells you how he pissed Hongjoong off by saying his stitching was uneven by half a millimeter and you tell him about the time you cut your brothers kite to win a bet that yours would fly longer. You're in the middle of laughing at the fact that a siren named Wooyoung is apparently very easy to distract despite fact that he has super-hearing when he sets the net down, catching the both of your attention.

"Joong!" You jump up, leaving the safety of the far corner with the blanket wrapped around you. He watches you, eyes filled with emotion as the nickname reaches his ears. "Did you find us something good?" He's almost as shocked as Yunho was when you cracked your first smile. But his happiness at the fact that you're already getting better overshadows it.

"Y-Yes, I got a species that you haven't tried before, I hope you like it~." He coos as you bend over the fire pit and begin working. There's no doubt in his mind that you'll be a good den-mother to the tribe. The only set back is that you don't have enough time to adjust as he'd like now that your body is processing his mark faster.

He smiles over Yunho, who smiles back. "I think I've probably over stayed my welcome," he speaks softly as he gathers up his things, "she's adjusting better than I could have imagined, as long as you keep her on track with treatments, she'll be ch- better in no time!"

"Ah no," you protest, peeking over your shoulder at the two as Yunho hands over a small bag of syringes, "won't you stay for supper?" Your puppy dog eyes are no match for a siren, and they simply chuckle at your antics.

"I don't think we're quite prepared for dinner guests, Precious," Hongjoong feels light headed as you turn your pout specifically to him.

"Soon?" Your begging eyes nearly have him giving into your every request, ready to force Yunho to stay for food just to see you smile once more. But he knows better.

"Soon, Love."

"Perfect!" You turn back to the fire, lighting it up quickly and tossing the blanket back to the nest. "Come help me then, I'm starving," your small giggle makes him fall to his knees and slide to you, quickly working to prep the fish.

Yunho looks on for a moment with a heavy heart. Once you found out the truth about your condition and treatment, you'd surely never smile at Hongjoong like you are now again.

He sets the bag of syringes down, praying that you never find out the truth about what's inside of them.

He dives into the water without another word and leaves the two of you alone in your temporary domestic bliss.

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[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 13: Reconciliation

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

This ones a lil short but things get discussed which is importante. 🦐✨

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Chapter 12

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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You really should get up. You had been lying on the floor for way too long. You really wanted to get up, really you did. It’s just that you felt so gross and the floor was so cold and so soothing. So really who could blame you?

You were wallowing in your misery rather spectacularly when you heard a sharp knock on your door. It wasn’t Vlad, you had heard him knock earlier and he knocked a lot louder and less sharply. You stayed with your face pressed against the cool floor, hoping whoever it was would just go away. You close your eyes against the nausea and relish in the sweet relief of the tiled floor.

You’re broken from your moment of relief filled wallowing by the sound of the door unlocking and opening, followed by the distinct sound of hurried heeled footsteps against your floor. You hear whoever it is stop in the bathroom doorway. You faintly smell Larissa’s perfume and despite the heartache thoughts of her usually bring, somehow it makes you feel so much better. Gods you wish she were here. She would wrap you in her gorgeous long arms and make you feel safe and okay. You missed her so much.

“Oh darling…” you hear from somewhere above you.

You really weren’t doing well, you were now hallucinating Larissa’s voice. At least it was just her voice though, you would really start to worry if you were hallucinating her touch or-

“Darling? Are you okay? What happened?” The hallucination of Larissa asks as she gently presses the back of her hand to your forehead.

Okay, maybe you’re dying. That’s the obvious answer. Because Larissa would definitely not be here checking up on you. She barely acknowledged your existence so why would she-

“Can you sit up for me honey?” She asks, and really who are you to deny hallucination Larissa?

So you sit up, groaning as you do so and the world spins a little. When you properly blink open your eyes there Larissa is above you, still looking holy and ethereal and wow she’s so pretty. Has she somehow gotten prettier since the last time she was this close to you?

“Was it something you ate darling? What’re you feeling?” She asks, eyes darting around your face.

“I’m fine. It’s just- I’m just nauseous you don’t have to worry it’s fine-“ you try to reassure her.

She frowns at that, stepping out of your vision to fetch a wet cloth. You hear her wetting a towel and then she reappears in front of you, dabbing your forehead gently. You hum, closing your eyes and hoping to stay in this fever dream for a little longer.

“Darling…” she starts, glancing at something you can’t see, “I don’t suppose you took any of those uh…vampire apatite suppressants?”

You groan, opting to cover your face as embarrassment decides to join the emotional cocktail you’ve got going on. You blink away the tears gathering in your eyes, trying and failing to not feel like a complete idiot. You sniff, shrinking further into yourself.

“Darling I’m not upset, I just want to know what’s going on…” she soothes, gently rubbing your arm.

“I-yeah…” you mumble.

“May I ask why? Are you getting enough blood? I can organize-“ she asks.

“No I-everything’s… everything has been great really. Vlad’s been taking good care of me and making sure I'm taking care of myself properly and recovering and all that.” You explain dropping your hands to your knees but still not looking at Larissa.

“Then…why did you-“

“Because I just- I wanted-“ you start, your voice wobbling far more than you’d like it to. “I thought maybe if-if I could just go back to what I was like before then maybe- maybe-“

“Maybe?” She prompts, her heart aching at seeing you so small and insecure.

“Maybe things could go back to how they were. And you- maybe you wouldn’t hate me anymore…” you manage, frustrated at the tears running down your face and the wateriness in your voice.

The bathroom goes silent after that and you feel your heart drop further into your stomach. You shouldn’t have said anything. You were so stupid she obviously didn’t want to talk about it, that’s why she had been avoiding you as long as she had. She didn’t want to be here, she was probably only here because Vlad sent her. She didn’t want anything to do with y-

“Let’s get you somewhere a bit more comfortable alright?” She murmurs, suddenly looking anywhere but at you.

You nod, letting her help you stand as you mentally prepare to lay on your bed and cry for the next five years. She helps you not fall the fuck over as she guides you to the bed. You do your best not to relish the feeling of her arm around your waist(you fail miserably) and try not to breathe so you don’t smell her perfume and burst into tears(you don’t burst into tears but do feel your heart ache like a bitch).

She sits you on your bed, watching as you rather inelegantly shuffle to rest against your pillows, holding your soft bunny to your chest. You mumble a thank you to her, fully expecting her to leave now that she knows you’re fine, just stupid. You squeeze your eyes closed when she turns, cursing your silly little heart for aching so fucking much.

You jump when you feel her sit down on the side of your bed next to you. She sits with her back to you, and you watch as her shoulders drop as she lets out a shaky breath.

“I don’t hate you.” She murmurs, “I could never hate you.”

She shuffles, you guess she’s playing with the rings on her fingers.

“I-God I don’t even know where to start.” She sighs. “I-I was so awful to you that night. The things I said to you, about you. Things I- things that are unforgivable and cruel. I hurt you, terribly so after all you had done for me. You were- you are so lovely and kind and you were everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And I-I threw everything back in your face..”

“And then you-“ she stops, her voice cracking as she bites back a sob, “you were attacked and I didn’t- I thought you were going to die. And the-the last thing I was going to have said to you was- was that you’re a monster.”

“You weren’t that far off…” you mumble.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Larissa asks, turning to face you.

“No I mean- it’s not cause I’m a vampire or anything, I mean I wouldn’t consider Yoko or Vlad a monster but I…I bit you. At the hospital. And I could’ve…I hurt you…” you explain.

Her severe, guarded expression softens at that, her hand coming to rest on your knee before squeezing it.

“That wasn’t your fault darling.”

“But I still hurt you. And I-we don’t know it won’t happen again so I-I am dangerous like you-“

“No,” she stops you, shaking her head, “No that’s not true. Firstly, what happened at the hospital was an accident. And secondly, it only happened because your body had been deprived of blood for a very very long time.”

“How do you know for sure though?” You murmur.

“Do you feel the need to launch yourself at me and bite my neck currently?” She asks.

“Not any more than I used to,” you shrug, “I’m sorry that was- that was inappropriate I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing.” She presses.

“Then…why were you avoiding me?” You ask.

You watch as her soft, caring expression falters, a look of deep guilt and shame taking its place. She withdraws her hand from your knee, dropping it to her lap. She dips her head, sniffing before she speaks.

“I thought…well I believed that-that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me after how I treated you,” she manages. “With how awful I was to you that night and then how overbearing I had been at the hospital I thought you’d much prefer if I…stayed away.”

You sigh, shuffling to sit next to her on the side of the bed. You’re sitting close enough that your thighs are touching, the little bit of contact enough to calm your nerves and lingering nausea somewhat.

“Look I won’t pretend what you said didn’t hurt. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. And I- it still hurts when I think about it, that you thought so little of me…” you start, “But…I mean even Wednesday thought I was suspicious, miss detective extraordinaire.”

She huffs at that, a watery sound that makes your heartache.

“But I don’t want to lose you Larissa,” you press, “I-things won’t be what they were, they can’t be. But we can work on it- on us I-if that’s something you want of course.”

“I don’t deserve another chance,” She whispers.

“Well, I think you do. So please don’t break my heart just because you don’t think you deserve a chance to fix it.”

Silence settles over the two of you. You can’t bring yourself to look at Larissa, afraid you’ve pushed this too far and shoved your foot in your mouth. That’s not to say you regret saying what you did, it had to be said. You’re just scared because you don’t know what she’s feeling or what she’ll do now. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She’s clenching her fists rather tightly in her lap, her hands flexing and relaxing every few seconds.

You’re startled when she stands abruptly. She takes a step towards your door and you resign yourself to her leaving. You fight the fresh wave of tears threatening to shed at the thought of everything between you two being over.

But then she turns and she stares down at you with her tear-brimmed, sad eyes and trembling lower lip. And she sinks to her knees in front of you and holds your hands in her shaking ones. You stare down at her with wide eyes.

“I…” she starts, pausing to clear the lump in her throat, “I’m not sure I believe I deserve a second chance. But if-if you are willing to give me another chance I-I would- if you would let me try and fix what I did I-“

She starts crying in earnest at that, pressing her head against your legs. Her shoulders shake with her sobs. You squeeze her hands which are still in yours and you slip off the bed and onto the floor with her.  You wrap your arms around her burying your face in her chest as you cry. Being in her arms still feels like coming home, like safety. She still smelled of jasmine and comfort and home.

And you know in that moment that while things aren’t going to be easy, everything will be okay.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🧑‍⚕️ for Chris! Cookie treat:

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CW: BBU, sickfic, ableism from Luke Petrus, general Luke Petrus warning, minor whump (OC is 17), brief implied noncon references

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"What the heck did you do now, Petrus?" The doctor - barely out of med school, still young and learning the twists and turns of the Facility's labyrinth of hallways - sighs. He's been here barely a year, and already learned that Luke Petrus has a reputation for quick turnarounds because he runs his trainees into the ground. Metaphorically speaking.

His trainees aren't generally allowed to actually run much of anywhere at all. Or get out of bed.

Petrus rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Nothing. He was being a little shit this morning, breaking all his rules. I checked and his forehead was hot, so I brought him in here."

"Well... at least you didn't OD him again."

"That was one time, and he should have been fine, it's not my fault his body metabolizes the drugs wrong-"

"Maybe don't use our freaking supplies without speaking to a doctor first to make sure next time?" Dr. Ross glances into the exam through through the window cut into the door.

The trainee lays on his back on the exam table, staring listlessly up towards the flickering florescent lights overhead. His hands are moving, constantly crushing the crinkling paper beneath him or touching himself at the throat, the collarbone, the stomach. He's humming, audible through the door. A toneless, tuneless ah ah ah ah through barely open lips.

"Okay, well. I'll take a look. Any specific complaints other than the fever?"

"Clammy as fuck, coughing, sneezing... all that shit. Complained about his food, earlier, and I know he knows better than that." Petrus narrows his eyes, and Dr. Ross tries not to feel a shiver down his own spine. "He better be burning hot enough to hallucinate or he is going to fucking regret talking shit to me about the food."

Dr. Ross pauses. "The food is pretty legendarily... um, crap, though," He points out. The look Petrus gives him is so derisive he can all but feel it eat into him like acid. "I'll take a look. Probably he'll need an overnight in the clinic."

"I only have a few weeks left to finish him up. So you get him able to take training tomorrow night, got it?"

"I can't promise-"

"This one is going to a personal friend of Karen Renford's," Petrus says in a low voice. "A personal. friend. Got it?"

Dr. Ross swallows, trying not to look unnerved. "Got it."

"Good. Message me once he's good to go back, I'm going to head home for a few hours. If he's faking this..."

"Handler Petrus. How exactly would he fake a fever?" Dr. Ross looks into the exam room again. The trainee is still humming, watching his own fingers as he moves them between himself and the light. His skin is pale, a little grayish. His freckles stand out like paint splatters all over his body.

"Wouldn't put it past him. Trainees figure out all kinds of shit. Get him better and get him to stop doing that... Shit with his hands, making those noises. Punish him if he keeps it up, it's part of his training plan."

"Hm," Dr. Ross says, noncommittal. "I'll send his test results over in a bit. Enjoy your time at home."

He steps inside just to end the conversation, walking idly over to a countertop, where he opens a cupboard above and pulls out a small canister of lollipops. "Hello, 223499."

The boy's voice cuts off like a radio. After a pause, he starts mumbling, too low for Dr. Ross to hear.

"... right. Well. Your handler says you're feeling under the weather. Mind if I take a look?"

The trainee turns his head then. He looks somewhere off to one side of the doctor, blinking a little dazedly. "... take a look?"

His voice is slow, sluggish, but each word is so carefully placed.

"Yes."

The trainee looks away again. Dr. Ross sighs and goes with it, checking his temperature. 101.7, not great, not the worst fever. Hopefully this won't be another flu like the last one. Pneumonia nearly killed three trainees that time. He checked ears, eyes - pupils reactive, ears clear - and then touched at the lymph nodes beneath his jaw. A little swollen.

"Okay. Next up, we need to take a quick look down your throat."

Another slow blink. The trainee seemed to suddenly tense up. "You... want my throat?"

"Uh, well-" Dr. Ross turns away to pick up a tongue depressor and the swab for the test. "Yes, we need to test you."

The paper on the exam table crinkles again. The boy hums, almost wistfully, and then goes silent.

When he turns around, Dr. Ross discovers the boy on his knees in a seamless Position Two, mouth wide open.

His green eyes are empty, somewhere far away.

Dr. Ross's face burns at the sight. His stomach turns sharply, and he has to clear his throat to try and cover the way bile rises. "Uh, n-no thank you-... I just need... you need to be tested for strep throat, Trainee, not that kind of-... back up on the table, please-"

The boy looks confused, in a faded sort of way, but follows orders. He manages to clamber back up, sitting this time, listing a little to one side, then the other. But he opens his mouth again, and Dr. Ross hurries through the test as fast as he can, trying not to think about how most people gag during the strep test, but the Romantics never do.

"Good, made it. Perfect. Now, does your throat hurt a lot today?"

"Yes, sir." The boy's voice is a little raspy, now that he's talking. "A... lot. Earlier, i... cried when my... handler-"

"Don't need to hear the end of that sentence!" Dr. Ross forces false charm and ease into his voice, plucking one of the lollipops at random from the jar. "Here, let me give you this. It tastes a little weird, but it'll numb your throat and keep you from coughing." He unwraps it and holds it out. The trainee blinks at him. He blinks back.

Then he realizes. "... oh. Do you have to be... do I have to..." He leans forward. The trainee opens his mouth obediently for Dr. Ross to place the lollipop inside. Only then does his mouth close.

"'ank 'oo, ir," The trainee says around a mouthful of fake sweetener and the numbing agent already going to work. His eyes are so sweet and so vivid, and he half-smiles around the treat.

"You're welcome, 223499. I'm going to go and do your strep test. I'll be back. You just relax, okay? You can sleep in a clinic bed and get a good night's sleep."

The boy's eyebrows furrow. "Is... is it night?"

"Oh right. We're not supposed to let you know, are we? Well... I don't think it can hurt... yeah, I'm on nights right now, 11 to 9. It's about one in the morning."

"Oh." The trainee lays slowly back down, on his side, closing his eyes as he works at the sucker. "... what, what does night... look, um, look like?"

Dr. Ross swallows.

He's a fucking coward, but he doesn't answer. He just leaves, and he doesn't let himself stop and look back.

He doesn't let himself think about a boy who can't remember the sky.

God, he only has a few weeks left on this residency and he just isn't sure he can make it.

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

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IN THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS ! ✧ — wanderer and xiao x gn!reader ; lion dance troupe au !!

WANDERER

he was never picky with his partners. in a lion dance, he knew that both of those donning the costume needed a perfect rhythm and balance. a mutual understanding and appreciation. he didn’t see the need for a friendship with the one who shared the lion.

that is, until you came. at first, he saw you as a tryhard — always upbeat and enthusiastic, following and executing his instructions perfectly. he’d just scoff and reply with a begrudging ‘good job’. he didn’t know you well, and it wasn’t like he wanted to, right?

the question came out on impulse: “why do you dance?”

and you replied. it wasn’t out of trying to impress him that you worked hard, but simply because it was your passion. he had never met someone with such a… fire inside of them. he couldn’t believe that a simple performance you watched in elementary school would lead to you joining the troupe. he was… impressed. not like he was ever going to admit it, though.

practices passed and continued. he found himself slowly getting more attached to you, asking you other things about yourself. no, of course he wasn’t curious. he was trying to build a mutual understanding. you’d answer all his questions, no matter how weird they were. in return, he answered your questions too.

the costume was painstakingly hot. your nerves didn’t help either, instead making you sweat even more. your role was easier, as the person in the back. basically all you had to do was mirror the wanderer’s movements and twerk your tail. you remembered laughing when he mentioned that, only to realise he was extremely serious.

“ready?” the wanderer’s voice came out in something just above a whisper. you nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “hold on.” he reminded.

you placed your hands on his waist firmly. perhaps you were beginning to hallucinate, but did he tense against your touch? whatever it was, it disappeared in a millisecond. you waved those thoughts away. now was the time to focus.

welcoming applause echoed from all sides as the two of you stepped out onto the stage. you couldn’t see — thus, needing to depend and trust the wanderer completely. you did, and so did he.

the drums began, a symbol of the lion’s heartbeat. you found your own beating in tandem with every thump. the cymbals followed; the lion’s thoughts, your cue. and right on time, the wanderer jumps.

you start performing the moves, synchronizing with the wanderer as if you were one being. the crowd cheers and claps, and you feel a sense of happiness and joy that you've never felt before. this was it, wasn’t it? that same feeling you felt during that one performance. you broke into a wide grin.

as the music reaches its climax, the drums banging with all their might, you both leap into the air, landing gracefully as one. the crowd's screams reach a fevered pitch, and you can feel the energy zapping through the air like electric waves.

you breathe heavily, your heart racing with adrenaline as you take a bow. you almost miss the wanderer’s quiet ‘you were amazing’ amongst the erratic applause of the audience. but you heard it anyways. he turned to you with a smile as you paraded the lion backstage, a genuine one. you liked it. it made his eyes sparkle and your heart skip a beat.

and this time, he didn’t turn away.

“you did great, (name).”

“couldn’t have done it without an amazing partner like you.” you grin, your hands moving from his waist to his shoulder. “you’re the best.”

any other time he would have turned away from you with an eyeroll or scoff, saying that he was just doing what anyone else would. but this time he countered you with a grin of his own.

“you know… i think i like the way you call me partner.”

XIAO

playing the suona drums meant a lot of things to xiao. his heartbeat synchronised with every thump he hit upon its surface. it helped to hone his feelings into one, just like the force and energy in the lion dance. through his craft, he could find peace even in the rowdiest cymbal playing and applause. it was the only thing able to calm him. or so he thought.

why was his heart starting to deviate from its usual rhythm when you joined his troupe? at first, he saw you as a distraction, regarding your incessant and curious questions as foolish and irritating. you didn’t stop, no matter what he did. it made him frustrated, yet at the same time, intrigued.

he watched you dance, moving with such precision, passion and power in every single jump. his hitting of the drum never changed, but his heartbeat followed your rhythm. a beat every time your feet left or touched the ground.

you never gave up on getting him to open up, and he was glad for that. xiao didn’t think he could bear seeing your retreating back, and leaving him forever. so when you asked, he answered.

you had to be the nicest person he knew — buying drinks and snacks for everyone, and memorising their likes and answers to your weirdly charismatic questions. sure, you did the same for everyone, but you always came to him first. surely that meant something, right?

xiao caught the soda you had tossed him deftly. once you walked within earshot, he muttered a word of thanks. you flashed him a smile and passed him a small styrofoam package.

“you said you liked it and the food court had a one-day promotion, so i decided to get it for you!” you explained cheerfully. he eyed the package skeptically before opening it with a small ‘snap’. he smelt it before he actually saw what it was.

“you got me… almond tofu?” full of golden blocks of creamy deliciousness, topped with chopped almonds. the scent of the brown sugar syrup was enough to make xiao smile. “you remembered. thank you, (name).”

you returned the smile. “of course! play your loudest for me today, will you?”

xiao nodded, a soft smile still present on his lips, a stark contrast to his usual stoic nature. maybe you should get him almond tofu more often. “i will.”

after you waved goodbye and headed off, xiao watched you leave. his eyes were on your feet moving across the backstage floor. tap, tap, tap. he found his heart following your rhythm.

cymbals crashed around him. it would’ve made anyone else’s ears ring for the rest of the day, but not xiao. his hands were clenched firmly around the sticks as he beat the drums just like he always did. his face remained indifferent, not a single smile curving on his lips. yet his eyes weren’t on the crowd, but on you.

he watched as you owned the performance, moving just like an actual lion would. every jump, every twist, every shake, every single action you made captivated him. you told him to play his hardest, and he did, pouring his soul into what he drummed.

and as the troupe took a bow, he realised that he should stop denying the truth that stood in front of him, clad in a costume and holding up a lion head.

you headed over to him backstage, still donning your costume though your partner was already chatting with the cymbalists, costume off. he had to peek his head through the lion’s mouth to see you. you gave him a cheeky grin. “how’d i do?”

“amazing as always.” he breathed. in this close proximity, he didn’t dare raise his voice. his heart raced.

“thank you! i heard you playing louder than usual.” you noticed that? what a keen eye you had.

he smiled. “i kept my promise… and (name)?”

this was a perfect moment, wasn’t it? he tried to calm his racing heart.

“yes?”

“i think… you have my heart.”

[agerefandoms]

A gaggle of littles

Word count: 1, 871

Little! Chase, Cameron, Foreman, House

Cw: involuntary regression, yelling

Plot: When Chase regresses on an important case, it sets off a very dangerous domino effect

Full credit for idea goes to @puppyboywilson

Chase, Cameron and Forman all sit around a large glass table that is completely covered in various different papers.

All three have visible eye bags, are yawning consistently and... oh yeah. All three are face down on the table, fast asleep.

A long bang on the table sends them all shooting awake, eyes darting to look for the threat. Only for their eyes to settle on House standing at the table and a large diagnostic book sitting on the table, clearly being what woke them up.

“You all look cheery” House says, by way of hello.

“That tends to happen when people get no sleep working for an ungrateful boss” Cameron sasses, but quickly follows up with, “Sorry, I get grumpy when I get no sleep”

“No matter” House says, waving off the scared look on her face. “We have a new symptom people!” He walks over to a whiteboard that already has “seizures, emotional outbursts, hallucinations, fever and joint pain” written on it. He takes a black marker and writes “bloody urine” under it all.

He briefly pauses, considering the information he has before turning back to the ducklings. “So, differential people!”

Cameron and Foreman both put forward several theories but Chase remains head down on the desk. A whimper escaped his lips, too quiet for anyone to hear. His mind darts to the lifeless body of the little girl he lost just 2 days before and he swallows the sob that gets stuck in his throat.

“Chase, care to share with the class?” House asks, drawing the younger mans attention.

Chase lifts his head and glares at House. His throat bobbed and he shot out of his chair. He practically sprints to the door, letting it slam behind him.

“I’ll go” Cameron says after a moments pause. She walks out, shooting House a warning glance to not follow her.

It doesn’t take her long to find him, tucked in a corner under House’s desk. His legs are tucked up neatly and his head placed gently on his knees. Every few seconds, he lets out a pitiful sounding sniffle.

“Hey buddy” She whispers, not wanting to spook him. “You ok?”

Chase looks up. His red, puffy but surprisingly clear eyes meet her concerned, clear ones. He lets out another sniffle before launching himself into his arms.

“Awe Bobby” Cameron coos, breaking out his little nickname when she realises that he’s regressed. She wastes no time in wrapping her arms around him and holding him.

They stay like that for almost 10 minutes. Just Cameron sitting on the floor with Chase on her lap, softly sniffling and babbling apologies. She would’ve stayed longer but the longer she holds the regressed boy, the more she feels her own fragile hold on her headspace breaking. She carefully picks him up, balancing him on her hip like an older sister. After make sure that he’s in a good position, she starts carefully carrying him back to the briefing room.

She opens the door with some difficulty. She walks in without saying a word to House or Foreman. In fact, she walks right pass them. She carefully sets Chase down in a corner of the room set up with some toys and pillows. She gives him a moment to get comfortable before turning back to the responsible adults in the room.

“He regressed” She says slowly, making sure that her words are coming out correctly. “I… need help.” She manages to get out. She takes a wobbly step forward before sitting down harshly.

House and Foreman immediately snap into action.  Both being flips, they knew how to take care of younger regressors and have babysat Chase and Cameron before. Foreman makes his way to Cameron, picking her up easily. “Hi silly girl,” He says to her softly, trying to get her mind off of the stressful situation. Allison giggles and kicks her legs. “How old are you feeling Bambi?”

She pauses for a moment before holding up a 5, then putting a finger down to 4, then back up to five. She lets out a whine, saying, “Not sure!”

Meanwhile, House beelines for Chase as fast as his leg will allow.  He can’t pick Chase up so he lowers himself painfully down to his level, sitting on the pillows with him. “Hey puppy,” House whispers, not wanting to scare him again. “Feeling better?”

Chase looks up from the car he’s playing with and whimpers when he sees House. “Am I in trouble?” Chase says, whispering so quietly that House can hear him.

Those words break House’s heart and he feels his grip on his headspace slip a little bit. He takes a steady breath before gently saying, “No bobby, you’re not in trouble”

Chase smiles, his anxiety easily eased in regression. He hands House a dark green car. Then he picks up light blue car and starts racing them around the small raceroad the team has set up. As the two play, they develop a complicated plot that both struggle to follow.

It doesn’t take long for Foreman to pad over to the 2 youngest regressors with Camerons hand in his (so she doesn’t wander off). “House?” Foreman speaks up, attempting to get his bosses attention. When he doesn’t look up, he just continues on anyway. “Um… I was watchin’ Cameron ‘n’ we was playin’ ballet pirates ‘n’ I accidently slipped?” Foreman mutters, hoping to get the next most responsible adult.

House turns around, having only caught the back half of what foreman said. He looks sheepish and doesn’t meet his eyes. “’M smol too…” He trails off.

Foreman brings Cameron over, and sits the 2 of them on the remaining pillows. He’s able to identify that he’s the oldest little and therefor has to take charge for the moment. “Ok,” he says softly, trying to formulate a plan of what to do. “Let’s figure out ages” he says, settling on that as a first move to figure out who can do what. “I’m around 10 I think” He says, gesturing to himself in an attempt to start the discussion. “What about the rest of you? he asks, careful to not pull any of them out of regression.

“Um… 6 or 7?” Cameron says, not sounding very sure. She shuffles a little closer to Chase and wordlessly takes his hand.

“4” House replies immediately. He glares at Foreman as if this should be obvious, then goes back to playing with his green car.

“Um… 2?” Chase responds, after a very lengthy pause, looking very out of it. He puts his car aside and climbs into Camerons lap, the game having gotten too complex for him to understand. He snuggles in, comfortable. Cameron deliberately ignores the look of betrayal from House and contently holds Chase.

“Ok ok ok” Foreman mutters, trying his best to take care of the three littles even though he’s regressed too. He gets up and starts pacing, trying to come up with a solution when he stops and looks at House. He crouches down at House’s level. “Do you know where Cuddy and Wilson are?” He asks.

“Wilsons in a meeting and Cuddy is doing clinic duty” House recites, still glaring daggers at Cameron.

“Ok, I’m going to go get Cuddy and Wilson. I shouldn’t be more then 10 minutes. Cameron, you’re in charge while I’m gone” Foreman says before dashing out of the room to find an adult to deal with the situation.

House keeps his eyes on Foreman, waiting until he’s out of ear range. As soon as he deemed it safe, he leant over and snatched Chase from Camerons lap. Chase immediately started crying from the shock of being moved and the stress of being away from Cameron. He reaches towards her, wanting to go back to the warmth and cosiness of her lap. His crying only makes House frown more. He awkwardly pats Chase’s head, trying to calm him.

“House!” Cameron gasps, jumping up. “You can’t do dat to the baby!”

House just sticks his tounge out at her and grips on tighter to Chase, not wanting him to go. When Chase doesn’t stop wailing, he roughly covers his mouth.

Cameron sees what House is doing and watches Chase start to struggle to breathe. She quickly pries Chase from his grip and sits him on her hip, trying to soothe him.

“No fair!” House whines, jutting out his bottom lip as he watches Cameron effortlessly soothe Chase. “You always get the baby”

“I get the baby because I’m better with the baby” Cameron says, taking a deep breath to try and steady her breath but leveling House with a glare that said “how dare he hurt Bobby”

Her glare makes Houses bottom lip tremble. He looks at Chase, contently watching the fan from her hip. “No you’re not! I do better with Bobby!” He shouts, upset.

“Then why did you try to suffocate him?!” Cameron shouts snapping. Her yelling causes Chase to burst out in tears. House looks at the 2 of them with wide eyes before wordlessly going and putting himself in the corner. He plops down and starts gently crying while Cameron tries her best to consol Chase.

That’s the site that Foreman, Wilson and Cuddy walk into. “Oh boy…” Wilson mutters, taking in the chaotic site.

“Right!” Cuddy says, putting on a cheerful voice and taking control of the situation. All heads turn towards her. “Foreman” She says, addressing the ‘oldest’. “You’ve done such a good job hon but we’ve got it from here. Why don’t you go read a book?” She says gently, wanting Foreman to get to be a kid too. Foreman shuffles over to the kiddy bookshelf and picks up a chapter book before settling into a beanbag.

“Cameron, come here.” A wide eyed and sniffling Cameron shuffles over to Cuddy. “I’m sorry” She says before Cuddy can say anything. The tears start flowing and she babbles, “I tried I did but peanut took Bobby n then tried to stop his cries by covering his mouth and I yelled I shouldn’t have because I was in charge and im so so sorry” She finishes, sobbing.

 Cuddy just pulls her into her arms. “It’s alright Bambi, none of you should’ve have been put in that position.” She looks over to a very overwhelmed Wilson. “Wilson, can you go and grab House?” She asks, knowing Wilson will deal with House best.

Cuddy continues consoling Cameron and Chase while Wilson and House chat. It takes a good 5 minutes but eventually Wilson comes back over, holding hands with a yawning and red eyed House and Foreman, whose dropped a little more and is rubbing his eyes.

“Ok! Naptime” Cuddy forces herself to announce cheerfully. To her surprise, no one fought her on it. So the little group of six walked to an empty ward, Cuddy holding Chase on her hip and Cameron with her other hand and Wilson holding hands with House and Wilson. Cuddy glared at every employee who opened their mouths.

Soon, the odd little group was all tucked in and Cuddy and Wilson were left watching them sleep.

“We are NEVER letting them regress by themselves again,” Cuddy says into the quiet.

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Alcina blinds Y/N in one eye and kidnaps them angst part 4

Alright, here’s part 4. I don’t think this is quite as dark as the last part, but it’s not much better lol. Unhealthy relationships ahoy! Read part 3 here! Let’s get into it!

You wake up after what feels like a long time. Your arm is throbbing painfully. You look down and see it’s red and swollen. Pus has started leaking out of your wounds. You are so hot despite the frigid temperatures of the dungeon. Your body is burning up with fever. You also notice that you’re drenched in sweat. Although, it’s hard to tell what’s sweat and what’s the filth of your cell clinging to you.

You sit up, but your head spins and you immediately lean over to throw up. You end up only vomiting bile because your stomach is so empty. You lean against the bars of your cell and enjoy the coolness of them on your heated flesh. You are very sick, but all you can think about is Hope. You refuse to go out like this. You won’t leave your daughter all alone.

As if on cue, the door to the dungeon opens once again. Who the hell is it? You look over to your cell door and huff. Of course, it’s Alcina. You lazily lie your head back on the bars. “Go away,” You say quietly, not in the mood to deal with her shit.

Alcina is about to reprimand you for being rude to her, but she can almost feel the heat radiating from your frail body. Your skin is pale and you look so exhausted. Are you sick? Her heart hurts to see you in such bad shape, even if she is punishing you right now. “Draga…” She says and opens the cell. She kneels down and places a hand on your forehead. You’re burning up. “Baby, you’re sick. Let me get a better look at you,” She says.

You chuckle humorlessly. “It’s your fault. Why do you care?” You snark and turn away from her more.

Alcina feels a deep pang of guilt. Maybe she has been too hard on you… But, she thought it was necessary. A means to an end.

She just couldn’t stand to let you move on without her. She is… Obsessed with you. She craves your presence. She needs you. She was hoping that she could just… Break you to get you to stay. No matter the consequences, that was her goal. She knows it wasn’t the perfect plan, but when she is determined, she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. However, she is really starting to regret her actions (Something she didn’t think would ever be a possibility).

What if you don’t… Make it? What if this was truly a bridge too far? She can live with you hating her, but she can’t live… Without you. She can’t even fathom it. She feels a stab of panic as she thinks of your fragile life hanging in the balance.

She takes a breath and stuffs down her anger at herself momentarily. She gently scoops you up and gasps as she sees the infected wounds on your arm. She… Did this. She really is the reason you’re so sick. She was just trying to teach you a lesson, but… You are so weak. She didn’t mean for it to go this way. She cradles you against her chest and rocks you. “Shh, shh, draga. You’re okay. I’m here. I’ll make everything better,” She tells you. She hurriedly takes you back to her room and lays you down on the bed. She sets about running you a cool bath, knowing that she’s got to get your fever down.

You close your eyes and sink into the softness of the bed as Alcina bustles around and gets things ready for you. But, you’re starting to hallucinate and it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.

Alcina comes back in and her eyes water at how drained you look. She sits down next to you and runs her fingers through your sweaty hair. “I’m so sorry, my love,” She apologizes. She had been too blinded by rage to see the true impact her actions were having on you.

Your eyes suddenly pop open when you hear her voice and you turn to look at her deliriously. “Alcina?” You ask in confusion.

Alcina chokes back a sob but looks down at you and gives you a smile. “Hi, baby. I’m going to make you feel better, okay?” She asks.

You are so groggy that you just nod your head before your eyes close again. You are really out of it. So out of it, that you aren’t recoiling at the very sight of her.

Alcina bites back a wave of nausea at this realization. She has become the most feared figure in your life. And for good reason. Damn, she is so fucking selfish. But… Seeing you so calm around her right now is… Making her feel like this was still all worth it. Like you two are on better terms than you really are. It reminds her of the love you both shared before… She needs a drink.

Alcina carefully picks you up and brings you to the tub. She sits on the ledge with you on her lap, but realizes that you won’t be able to sit up on your own. She decides to get in with you. She takes off her dress, carefully maneuvering you so you don’t fall, and steps in before sitting down and holding you.

You whine in your sleep at the cool temperature of the water but Alcina shushes you and gently hugs you closer. “Here we go, draga,” Alcina says calmly and begins washing you. She’s ashamed at how dirty you got while you were down in the dungeon. She has to scrub you vigorously to get all of the grime off of you, but she carefully avoids getting your injured arm wet. She’s dreading cleaning it. She knows it will be excruciating for you.

Finally, Alcina finishes bathing you and you feel a bit cooler than you did before. She softly dries you off and wraps you in a towel before bringing you back into the bedroom. She carefully slips you under the covers of her opulent bed and tucks you in.

She retrieves a first aid kit from her desk and gets all of the supplies she’s going to need out of it. She takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve, before cleaning your wounds.

As soon as Alcina starts, you wake up and begin to holler in pain. It’s tortuous and you don’t even know what’s going on.

Alcina’s heart breaks as she works and sees your reaction. “I know, my darling. I’m so sorry,” She says and kisses your cheek. “You’re so brave, draga,” She praises.

You continue to bawl in agony, but Alcina’s voice is actually helping. You are so sick, that now you don’t remember that it was Alcina who let you get so bad in the first place. You are seemingly under her spell again.

After a few minutes, Alcina finally feels confident that your wounds are sufficiently cleaned and begins to bandage them up.

As you feel Alcina stop rubbing your sore gashes, you open your eyes and… Admire her. She looks so beautiful. Why does it feel like… It’s been so long since you’ve seen her?

Something in your brain has clearly… Snapped. Lumping together your illness, the blinding pain you are currently in, and the sheer trauma you’ve been through, your brain has decided to put a lock on the recent misery you’ve been subjected to. At least, for the moment.

Somewhere, deep down, you know that your relationship with Alcina is not the same as it once was, but… You’re tired and… The warmth of her arms encircling your weakened body is intoxicating. You decide to deal with all of these confusing feelings later when you wake up. But, for the time being, Alcina seems like a pretty safe place to rest your weary head.

… How very wrong you are.

Note: I really wanted to tackle some of what Alcina was thinking and feeling in this one :) I “Hope” You liked it! … Hehe, Hope. Get it? Alright, I’ll see myself out.

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