#wlw sickfic

[imma-dragon]

Octavia X Henrietta (WLW sickfic)

Word count: 2.7k 

It was a blase October day; rainy and slightly foggy out. The wind was sharp and cold, dropping the overall temperature by at least ten degrees. It was all anyone could do, with the worsening weather, to not catch some sort of bug. It was going around the office like wildfire. Some had mild symptoms; a runny nose, a sore throat, or even none at all. Take, for example, Henrietta Davis. The office mom. She had wonderfully poofy, curly hair that went just above her shoulders. The natural honey blonde hue and freckled ivory skin earned her a lifetime of goldilocks jokes, but she just let them slide. She had a kind smile and a warm personality. She was the caretaker. The one to remember things such as birthdays and allergies when nobody else was bothered to. Unlike some in the office, Henrietta considered herself an open book; she would always say she’s got nothing to hide. But there was one thing nobody could figure out. Throughout every flu season and mid-summer cold extravaganza, almost every employee fell victim to whatever ailment made itself prevalent in the town– except for Henrietta. She liked to joke that germs just naturally avoided her out of respect.

But others weren’t so fortunate. Those ‘others’ in particular being one Octavia Reynolds. Her deep brown skin paired beautifully with her maple-coloured eyes, making her a force to be reckoned with. She had such a potential to be quite popular, if she wanted. But things…didn’t really work that way. Similar to Henrietta, she rarely showed any symptoms. Maybe the sniffles, a light cough. But nothing too extreme. She was, in her humble opinion, just too cool for the germs to touch her. 

Several employees stood around the only working water cooler in the place, just gossiping as you’d expect. One leaned in, a cocked eyebrow and a smug smirk. 

“You all coming to the bar tonight?”

Everyone in the circle agreed. 

“You think anyone’s going to beat Octavia tonight?”

A man scoffed, shaking his head. 

“She may be a bitch, but she’s damn good at pool. I don’t think anyone could beat her.”

“I think that’s the only reason she stays in this crap hole. Just to rub it in our faces every week.”

The first woman added on, a bitter shake of her head. They would’ve continued talking, but the woman of the hour showed up. 

Octavia had on one of those scowls that meant business. She said all she needed to without saying a word. She didn’t need to. It was all over her face. Everyone previously surrounding the cooler moved, as if the red sea parting for Moses. Octavia moved with purpose; not a single sway of her hips or crack of her knuckles were frivolous. She meant business. Even if it were just for something as small as getting a cup of water. 

Normally, Octavia was as silent as a mouse. Her footsteps rivalled that of a feather in the wind. She was frequently startling her coworkers with the swiftness of her movements. But not today. Her steps fell heavy, and you could hear an occasional congested sniffle coming from the woman whilst she waited for the bottle to fill up. 

She was simply getting water to warm up. For tea. It was embarrassing. Luckily, nobody dared question her as she walked away, rubbing at her nose as soon as she was out of sight. It didn’t help, unfortunately, as just a moment later, 

“K’huttsu! Hh-httsh!” 

She sighed impatiently. This was already getting annoying. Octavia sniffled harshly, exhaling through her mouth. It wasn’t like she could breathe much through her nose anyway.’ God, what elementary bullshit.’, she thought to herself, pouring the water into a kettle and rummaging through the cupboards for any resemblance of good tea. 

Luckily, there was a small packet of blueberry tea left over from…god knows where. But Octavia was desperate for any sort of remedy to soothe this…gunk she had in her system. After all, she still had a few hours before it was time to go home. Just as she started the kettle, her thoughts were interrupted. Quite suddenly, too. 

“Bless you! Are you feeling okay, Octavia? I know there’s a bit of a bug going around.” 

Octavia cringed, cursing under her breath. Of course it had to be Little Miss Perfect to find her in this state. Octavia wiped at her nose with the edge of her sleeve, turning a little with the same scowl on her face, but even more displeased, knowing that Henrietta definitely saw what just happened. 

“I’m fine. Mind your business.” 

She turned back around, hoping that was the end of the conversation. 

“Oh..well… if you want, I have some Cold & Flu meds in my desk drawer… I keep it stocked during times like these.” 

Henrietta offered a bright smile, even though it was to Octavia’s back. Octavia could just hear the smile in her voice. How frustrating. 

“I said, I’m- hhih!- f-fine.” 

Octavia pressed the back of her wrist to her nose, aggressively quelling the itch that suddenly made itself known. What an inconvenience. 

Henrietta pursed her lips momentarily, looking over Octavia’s shoulder. 

“You’re making tea? I love tea. It’s always good on a rainy day like this. My favourite type of tea is-” 

“Hh’ttshu! E’tshoo!” 

“Oh-! Bless you again. You’re…sure you’re alright?” She asked again, sounding a little dubious. Octavia kept silent, nodding. Only a small sniffle could be heard. She wasn’t fine. Octavia felt like shit. She knew she was burning up, her throat hurt like hell, and whatever the hell was happening with her sinuses was just the icing on top. 

Just as Henrietta was about to continue with what would surely be an incredibly boring lecture about health and safety, the kettle whistled. 

‘Saved by the kettle…’ Octavia thought derisively, rolling her eyes to herself and picking up the kettle off the stove and pouring it into the mug next to it. Steam billowed up from the hot drink, making her nose run. She sniffled, running the edge of her sleeve under her nose again. It was damp from the day’s events. Mainly doing exactly what she just did. Getting a box of tissues would be like shouting from the rooftops that she was sick. And Octavia Reynolds did not get sick. 

She turned, half leaning against the countertops as she sipped her tea. Henrietta raised an eyebrow. Octavia just looked sick…The half-lidded eyes, the slightly pink nose…it all didn’t bode well for Octavia’s case. 

“Let me go and grab that cold medication…I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better, really!” 

Most would have jumped at the offer. Whether it was because she was just a good caretaker, or really just being taken advantage of, was anybody’s guess. 

“I don’t. Need. your pity.” 

Octavia growled, sipping from the mug and looking just past Henrietta, as if off in the distance. She was thinking about the blissful sleep she’ll get as soon as the work day’s over. Octavia completely forgot about the weekly bar night the office held. 

Henrietta smiled sadly at Octavia. 

“Oh, come on, Octavia. You don’t look well–”

“You sayin’ I’m ugly?”

She snapped, her sniffles increasing in frequency. Henrietta’s eyes widened. 

“Oh-oh no! Not at all! You’re- you’re quite pretty….actually..”

If Octavia was paying attention, she’d notice that a blush crept up Henrietta’s neck, creeping up onto her cheeks. How embarrassing. Octavia just shook her head, pushing past her and out of the kitchen. A couple of muffled sneezes could be heard from the other room. Henrietta just sighed and shook her head. There was just no getting through to her. 

Henrietta returned to her desk and continued her work, but at a slower pace than normal. But it wasn’t her fault! Octavia never returned to her desk after their little interaction… That’s it! 

Henrietta stood back up, collecting a couple bottles of cold medicine, some tea, and a couple of soup cans and saltines in a small bag. She deposited it off at Octavia’s desk and waited. And waited. And… waited. 

Almost two hours later, Octavia still hadn’t been seen. Henrietta was beginning to get really worried! She stood up, walking out of the bullpen and down the hall, where a few conference rooms sat. 

She was beginning to think it was a dead end, looking down here was a mistake. That was, until a giant, congested sneeze came from the only room she hadn’t examined yet. Then another. Then a sickly noseblow. Henrietta cringed at the sound. Yikes… that did not sound good. She approached the door, knocking gently and peeking her head in. What met her sights was not a promising one. 

Octavia had paled quite a bit, her nose looked constantly runny, and she was slumped against the table. The light of her laptop only illuminated the bags under her eyes and the fatigue written all over her face. 

“Oh, Octavia, hun.” 

She said sympathetically, sitting down next to Octavia, who immediately sat up. Sluggish, but quick, nonetheless. With a congested sniffle, she rubbed the sleep out of her face.

“Mmm…what do you want…” 

Octavia stretched, groaning quietly. Henrietta reached out a hand to put on Octavia’s shoulder, but Octavia pulled away, stifling two snotty-sounding sneezes into her wrist. 

“H’Kutshh! H’eettssh!” 

Henrietta pulled back, a little surprised. 

“Oh- bless you.” She looked a little pensive, choosing her next words carefully. “Do you… need to go home?” She asked gently, as Octavia, (somehow, grumpily), blew her nose, a sick, gurgling sound escaping her. 

“Ndo…Go away…” Octavia grouched, too tired to even properly insult Henrietta right now. 

Henrietta was not convinced. She leaned forward, shutting the laptop. 

“Or we can pack up…go home and get some rest?” 

Octavia snatched back the laptop, shaking her head. 

“Stop- I’b fide.” She insisted, sniffling and rubbing the palm of her hand against her reddening nose. Octavia stood up, though slightly swaying, and pushed past Henrietta again. 

“Oh! Uhm- or - or maybe, you know–” She looked around, spotting a clock hanging off the wall. “It’s almost time to go home…you could just sit and wait for the day to be over?” 

She knew that her propositions fell on deaf ears as Octavia walked out of the room. Her head felt like it was full of cotton, and her nose felt just as plugged. She was borderline mouth breathing at this point, and she didn’t even care. Octavia left Henrietta in the doorway of the conference room, watching as Octavia stumbled away. 

She shook her head, sighing. Maybe this was a matter better left alone… 

A couple hours later, the work day was done, and all of the employees filed out, each headed to the local bar for a few drinks and games. The most popular one was a simple game of pool. For months now, Octavia was the reigning champion. Nobody could beat her, despite their best efforts. 

But, as it seemed tonight, Octavia wasn’t up to the task. As soon as she got to the bar she grabbed a beer and started drinking, alone, in a corner booth. She watched as her coworkers laughed and mingled about, played darts, watched football, and made stupid little drunken bets throughout the night. Nobody ever really came up to Octavia during these outings. And she was generally fine with that. Especially today. Everybody avoided her especially today, except one brave soul who asked her if she was competing today in pool; to which she hastily snapped that she wasn’t, and stalked off to get another drink.  

Drowsy and now tipsy, Octavia sat alone, contemplating whether or not she should go home before she gets too drunk, sleep whatever this is off before tomorrow. She lurched forward , for what felt like the millionth time tonight, cupping her hands over her mouth. 

“H’kittsh! E’kkktshu! Heh-Hettch!” 

Her hand dropped immediately, and she leaned back against the wooden back of the booth. She ran out of bar napkins in the nearby vicinity to use, so she resorted to the heel of her palm, rubbing at her itchy nose. The alcohol didn’t help with the sneezing, either. Octavia sighed, resting her head in her hand, letting her eyes close for just a moment. Was she drunk? Perhaps. Too sick to stay awake? Entirely probable. 

From across the bar, Henrietta was in a large circle of her coworkers, laughing and watching them all drink themselves silly. Henrietta and a couple others were usually the designated drivers, just to keep everyone safer. 

But this time, things were a little different. 

Henrietta had been watching the other woman from across the bar all night. Sneezing and drinking seemed to be the activity of the night for poor Octavia. When she gave up and just closed her eyes, Henrietta decided it was probably time to check up on Octavia again. 

She grabbed a glass of water and hauled herself over to the booth, sitting next to Octavia, who didn’t even bother to look over at Henrietta. 

“Hey, Octavia. Fun night so far?” 

She asked, sliding the water over to the other woman. Octavia just sniffled again, sounding terribly congested… Henrietta fished through her purse, pulling out a little to-go package of kleenex. She came prepared, opening it and offering a tissue over to Octavia. She had to nudge the woman’s arm to get her attention. 

Octavia sluggishly looked down at the tissues, then back at Henrietta with a confused expression. She didn’t take a tissue. Instead, she leaned closer towards Henrietta with a sly grin on her face. 

“You’re pretty…why don’t you have a boyfriend yet, hmm…?” She asked, her words slightly slurred. She sniffled again, rubbing her nose in an attempt to quell the itch. She was always more sensitive to alcohol’s effect than most. “Like…hhihh- what’s thHhih-the d-deal?” Octavia continued, a terrible itch taking over her senses for a torturous few seconds before, “Hhh’Tshh! K’iitshew! E’Eettshhu!” She snuffled wetly, giving in and taking the tissue, grateful for the softer fabric of the tissues compared to the bar napkins, as she blew her nose. It didn’t do much except create a sad, snotty gurgling sound. 

Henrietta’s eyes widened, blushing a little. “Uhm…I’m not…I don’t want a boyfriend…” She trailed off quietly. While she was advertised as an open book, there was one thing she seldom shared in her professional life; Henrietta Davis was a lesbian. She always knew she was. But nobody else did. Not even her family. 

Octavia frowned at Henrietta. “Whaatttt? You’re so pretty…and nice– I - I know so many guys, in the- in the office… they’d looooove to jump those bones-” She had a mischievous grin on her face, waving her finger in an up-down motion, while Henrietta’s blush only increased. 

“I- uhm…” She looked around, making sure nobody was looking at them. “Octavia- I’m…I’m gay..” 

Henrietta scrunched her eyes shut, prepared for the worst. She was fully expecting the other woman to react negatively. Throw water in her face, yell, something. But no. there was just silence. She slowly opened her eyes, surprised by the warm smile that was on Octavia’s face. 

“So you’re telling me…” Octavia started, scooting a little closer to Henrietta, “That I actually have a chance?” 

She leaned forward, surprising Henrietta with an, admittedly sloppy, kiss. It set off fireworks in her, until she came to her senses and pulled back. Wistfully, she looked down at Octavia. 

“You’ve been drinking, Octavia…” Henrietta murmured, a hand on the other woman’s cheek. 

Octavia’s face was flushed with a light pink; whether that was from the illness, alcohol, or from the situation at hand, it was anyone’s guess. 

“And?” She sniffled, bringing her hand up to her nose again, lurching forward. It was so sudden, she barely had time to cover it up, and some of it landed gently on Henrietta’s arm. 

“H’uttshuu! Ee’etssh! Sorry-” 

“You’re also sick. You need some rest, hun. Not a one night stand with a coworker.” She laughs softly, her voice dipping to a low tone, “As much fun as that would be…” Octavia noisily blew her nose as Henrietta talked. 

“How about I drive you home, get you better, and then we could talk, okay? You look exhausted, dear.” 

Octavia sniffled, letting her shoulders drop a little. She was exhausted. Today had been a long day, trying to act like she was fine. She eventually nodded in agreement and Henrietta smiled, happy to have finally won her over. 

“Let’s go.” And with that, the two left the bar together, unknowingly marking the beginning of what would become a lifelong relationship. 

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Cooking with Cuddles

〚 Notes - small lil drabble, I'm trying to get back into writing but its hard :,) sorry about the breaks/gaps, I'm doing my best :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is being whiny, Kara just wants to make her some food. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 450 〛

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“Karaaaaaa.”  

The Kyrptonian rolled her eyes fondly at the sound of her name being raspily whined from the direction on their bedroom. Lena had been in a whiny mood ever since waking up and showed no signs of stopping. 

“Yes love?” She called back, leaning back to take a peek into their bedroom. Kara couldn’t keep herself from giggling quietly, their bedroom door was wide open, so she was able to get a perfect view of her girlfriend who’d apparently decided to sit up and cocooned herself in their main blanket with only her face exposed - on which she wore a small, adorable pout. 

“I’m cold…” 

Kara chuckled softly, admiring Lena's adorable pout. She shuck her head in amusement, trying and failing to hold back a growing smile, “Oh really, is that so? Y’know with all those blankets you’re hiding in; I really couldn’t tell.”  

“I’m being serious!” The CEO mumbled, moving to hide her face behind a blanket as she coughed raspily, her pout deepening in response, “Karaaaaaa, please? You’re the only thing that can warm me up right now.” 

“Baby, I’m making you some food right now, you’ve gotta eat. I promise as soon as I’m done making you some delicious pancakes we can cuddle for as long as you want.”  

“Please…?” 

Oh, how could she deny that pout any longer? She couldn't resist Lena's adorable plea, her heart melting at the sight of her girlfriend wrapped up in blankets, looking so small and needy. With a soft sigh, she surrendered, "Alright, come here, you big baby."  

Lena had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. Kara already knew exactly what she wanted before she’d even asked. 

“Come on, get on then.” She said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. 

A small grin spread across Lena’s face as she crawled out of the big blanket bundle, swapping it for the thin grey blanket they usually kept at the end of their bed. Lena wrapped it around herself before turning back to wrap her legs around Kara’s waist whilst her hands wrapped around her upper torso to hold on with. 

Of course, Kara had no problem carrying her like this and stood up effortlessly with Lena cuddling into her back, “Rao, you’re like a little koala, y’know that?” She teased, feeling her girlfriend’s head come to rest on her shoulder as they made their way back out to the kitchen. There was no doubt it was going to be a little harder to cook now that she had her girlfriend clutched onto her back but of course she’d find a way to make it work. 

“You’re so lucky I love you.” 

“I know.” 

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Gf Abby Anderson *Sick* headcannons

I'm sick and love Abby,so does my friend 100%🙄

-I need Abby to care for me istg everything would be solved ughhh.

Small TW: Mentions of like being sick ofc, vomit (there's a warning at that part) and that's kinda it. these are all SFW and just sweet sappy shit.

(I can't spell for shit so if there's typos lmk lol)

Made for the girls, be gone men. (please)

-Caregiver Abby Would come over with take out food you liked as a surprise to help you feel better, Abby would even stop at a local coffee shop for a hot tea to cure your sore throat. (Oh and if she saw a trinket on the sidewalk when walking to your house? It's now yours.)

-She wouldn't care about getting herself sick, she just wanted you to be happy even when you were suffering. You'd sit in bed and rant about how your illness feels like some 19th century torture method. Abby would pamper and care for you no matter what it was. Abby would hold you and cuddle you until you relax and you aren’t as tense from coughing or just sobbing because you're miserable.

-Caregiver Abby Gives you little kisses on the forehead or the top of your head to comfort you when watching your favorite movie or show.

-Abby Would seat you on her lap as she would brush your hair for you. She would play with your hair by either braiding it like hers or just getting it out of your face so your sweaty baby hairs didn't bother you too much more than they already do.

(mentions of Vomit) -Caregiver Abby Holds your hair as you throw up or lean over a bucket. She would rub your back in circular motions or pat your back gently. Abby whispers reassuring/encouraging words into your ears as she wipes your face with a tissue/towel to help you calm your tense muscles. “Atta girl..” “There’s my strong girl.” “I’m right here.. Don’t worry.”

-Caregiver Abby Would start a hot/warm bath for you and help you wash your body off. She would use her own pine soap that she left at your house for whenever she came over because the truth was, she loved it when you smelled like her. It didn’t matter how, it could’ve been through hoodies Abby let you borrow, or using Abby’s soap or cologne, she loved it.

-Caregiver Abby! Would wrap you in one of those big bathrobes with the tacky designs on them like cats and hearts. Abby would also give you her hoodies and boxers as pajamas so you felt even closer to her when se wasn't around.

-Before bed Abby would clean the snotty tissues, change the sheets and pillowcases for you so you can both cuddle up in a fresh bed.

- Abby 'secretly' enjoyed caring for you like this but... Caregiver Abby needs to be next to you as much as possible. Abby would cuddle next to you holding you, either it was you on her chest or in her arms, it didn’t matter. Abby just wanted you to sleep just fine and refreshed. Sometimes at night Abby will hum soft tunes to you or rub your back and scalp softly.

"Sweet dreams.<3"

note: Ok I'm currently coughing like a dying old person so I need to wrap this up. Reblogs are appreciated ! <3 Feel better soon ^_^

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shenanigans [7]: meet my new bff

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader social media + texts fic

— ft. damian, aaron, regina, cady, gretchen & karen

procrastinating bc idk what to write for my current wips🤪enjoy this in the meantime‼️🤗 (photos used in edits are from pinterest &/or instagram)

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wednesday: what did i tell you?

enid: not to go outside and dance in the rain.

wednesday: and what did you do?

enid: ...went outside and danced in the rain.

wednesday: and what happened?

enid: i got sick :(

wednesday: that's correct. now sit up.

enid: wednesday, why are you even taking care of me? you knew it was dumb for me to do that. shouldn't you be, i don't know, chastising me or relishing in my suffering or something?

wednesday: i'm the only one allowed to let you suffer. not some pitiful thing like a cold.

[writingsonsaturn]

lucy taking care of sick reader!!!

lucy and r aren’t dating yet, but they aren’t just friends either. when r doesn’t come into work one day, and no one (besides grey) has heard from her, lucy goes straight to her house when she goes out on patrol. she stops in throughout the day after finding out that r is like beyond sick.

maybe a little scene where r lays her head in lucy’s lap and lucy run her hands through readers hairrrrrr oh my

lovesick - lucy chen

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🪐: im still trying to find my writing style, so hopefully this is okay and fits what you wanted!! <3

word count: 982

content warning: sickness (flu like), just fluff

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You woke up with a throbbing head and a clogged up nose. Originally, you thought you could power through it and suck it up long enough to finish a shift, but the moment you stood upright your world became disoriented. 

Doing your best to breath through the dizziness, you reached over for your phone to call into work. Grey practically pleaded with you to stay home when you mentioned you would come into work if you needed to, “you have more than enough sick days, use them and keep your ass out of my station.” You just sighed and agreed, saying your goodbyes when he wished you to get better soon.

Without much thought to it you passed back out on your warm comfy bed, hoping sleep would rid you of the constant pain your brain was forcing you to endure.

Lucy checked her watch when she got in, thinking maybe you were just late or had been caught in some early morning traffic. As the time ticked away she decided maybe it would be best to text you, and when she didn't get an answer her thoughts ran around her head like an athlete competing in a race that would determine if they go farther into their season. 

She opted to check in on you when she was out on patrol, getting into her squad car and making you her first check up of the day, praying to whatever could hear her that you were there and okay.

Pulling up to your apartment she felt a ping in her chest, she wasn’t sure why she was so worried about you. You guys weren't exactly a couple, but the others would argue that you two were basically already married, you both would laugh it off and call the team crazy, still continuing the narrative that you two were just ‘friends”. 

Lucy knew better than that though, she knew you were the first person she called when she was having a rough night and needed a warm bed to share with someone, you were the first she told about good news, you are the only person she truly, and deeply loved with every living and beating part of her body.

She grabbed the key you had given her for the nights she needed someone, after the Rosalind situation you forced her to promise you that no matter the time of night or day she would come over whenever she needed to. Lucy wouldn’t say she now abused the fact she had a key to your place, but it was used more than her own key to her apartment at this point.

“Y/n?” Lucy called out, she heard the faint sound of a groan coming from your bedroom, alerting her of your presents. “Hey, are you oka-” Her words were paused by the sight of you, your skin was shining with sweat and you were cramped in a fetal position. “My love, what happened?” she quickly came over to you touching your forehead, flinching at how warm it felt compared to her skin.

You only groaned and rolled over, “i really don't feel good luce.”

You tried your best to explain all your symptoms, but your scratchy throat only allowed for so much irritation before you were in a coughing fit. Lucy rubbed your back gently, doing her best to coax you through your attack, “Here let’s get you out of this stuffy room, and on the couch, yeah?” she encouraged. You nodded leisurely and threw your arm over her shoulder, allowing her to help you to your living room.

Quickly, Lucy put anything and everything you could possibly need besides the toilet in arms reach. “Before I leave, do you need absolutely anything else, babe?”  you only smiled at her with droopy eyelids, “No, but i wish you didn’t need to leave” you pouted at her causing her to smile. 

“Call me or text me if you need me, I'll be here in an instant.”

And then she was gone, you continued to pout until her next check up with you during lunch. “Okay, love, i brought you some chicken noodle soup and some cough syrup” she set the soup in front of you with cold water and a pre-measured cap of medicine. “Thank you, love” you croaked out, “You don’t have to thank me” she replied while helping you get in an upright position so you could comfortably eat your food and take the disgusting medicine.

“I'll be back after my shift, and remember to call-” “call you if i need anything, i know, honey.” you finished her sentence, she left you with a quick kiss on your forehead.

After eating and forcing yourself to down the medicine you fell back asleep, you woke up a handful of times with the constant tossing and turning, and being too hot or too cold. You finally decided you had slept enough and reached for the tv remote, aimlessly flipping through channels.

You heard the door click and a smile began to grow on your face, “sorry i'm late! Traffic has been just awful today” Lucy explained, taking her shoes off and sitting her to-go bag on the counter. “It’s okay hon.” you looked at her as she sat down. 

“How are you feeling?” Lucy asked you, as you laid your head down on her lap looking up at her, “I've certainly been better” you joked. 

She reached her soft fingers to rake through your hair, massaging your scalp, aiding the headache that had been attacking your head all day long. “Well i'm here now, darling” she looked down at you, soothingly rubbing your forehead, lulling you to sleep. 

She gave herself an imaginary pat on the back at getting you to sleep so quickly, making a mental note that maybe when you get better she’ll finally take you on a long awaited date.

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Oooo!! Could you write something where reader catches a bad cold and Leah goes into doctor mode and takes care of reader?

Sick day

Hello anon!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy 😉

A warning that this does include the odd swear word.

As soon as I woke up this morning I could tell that something wasn’t right. My nose was stuffier than normal, my throat hurt a little, and I could feel a slight headache forming behind my eyes.

I was sick.

A loud sigh escaped my mouth as the realisation that I had caught the usual winter sickness dawned on me. I felt the arms wrapped around my waist tighten as I attempted to move.

In my tired state I had forgotten that Leah was staying over at my flat for the next couple of days. We had decided to spend the odd night together before we completely committed to moving in with each other. This was purely my idea, Leah had suggested to just say fuck it and move in right away, but my own worries of it being too soon meant that I suggested to have a few trial runs before it really happened.

“Y/N/N? You good?” Leah mumbled in her sleepy voice. Clearly my moving around had caused her to wake. I turned so that I could see the time on my small clock on my bedside table.

9:34am

Not too early. “Yeah, you go back to sleep Le. I’m just going to hop in the shower.” I croaked out. Shit my throat was worse than I thought. I was really hoping that the shower was going to make me feel better, I wanted to spend the next few days doing things with Leah and if I was sick I knew that she wouldn’t let me do anything.

She removed her arms from my waist, allowing me to get up, before she shuffled up the bed to get a better look at me. “You don’t sound good, are you feeling alright?” She asked, her voice now sounding more awake and definitely healthier than my own.

“Thanks.” I scoffed. “But no, I’m fine.” I continued. She really couldn’t know I was sick, it would completely ruin our plans.

“I’m not convinced. Let me check your temperature.”

I internally groaned as she hopped out of bed and walked through to my bathroom. “Leah don’t, I’m fi-” A cough interrupted my shout, making my throat feel worse than it did originally.

Well if she didn’t think I was sick before she definitely did now.

I followed her to the bathroom and chuckled lightly at the sight of her digging through all of my drawers.

“Where’s your thermometer thing?” She asked. She sounded a lot more serious than she did earlier, meaning that I wouldn’t get peace until she was 100% sure that I was okay.

“I don’t own one.” I shrugged.

Leah slowly stood up and turned so that she was staring at me, and she didn’t look impressed. It kind of freaked me out a bit, she looked like one of those killers from the horror movies. “Y/N you’re an adult and you don’t own a thermometer.” She commented, sounding weirdly calm. This just added to the whole serial killer vibe I was getting.

“Sorry?” I replied with my voice going up in pitch. Just as she was about to continue a sneeze interrupted her.

“Bless you.”

And another.

“Jesus Y/N.”

And another.

“Right I don’t need a thermometer to tell whether your sick or not. Off to bed you go.” She said with a firm voice. She put her arm on my lower back and guided me back to my bed. If I had more energy I would’ve argued back, but as much as I hated to admit it I knew she was right.

Leah pulled back the covers and I fell into the comfort of my bed. She tucked me in lightly before giving me a kiss on the head and turning to leave the room. I reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her from walking off.

“Where you going?” I asked in a small voice, my brave facade now vanishing as the pounding in my head began to worsen. Leah turned around with a sympathetic smile on her face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Just going to call my mum. I’ll be right back, I promise.” She said before walking out.

Five minutes later a smile took over my face as Leah walked back into the room. She walked over to the bed and slid into her side, immediately wrapping me up in her arms as I rested my head on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming me.

“Mum said to keep you hydrated and give you paracetamol, do you have any?” She whispered into my hair.

I thought for a moment before replying. “No I used the last of it the other week.” I sighed. Great.

“That’s okay Y/N/N, I can go out and get some.” She said as she began to move.

“No! Please stay.” I mumbled. Leah was all I needed right now.

She moved back to her previous position and pressed a kiss to the top my hair. “Okay.” She whispered.

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As I awoke I began to move my arms around to find Leah. My heart sunk as all I felt was empty air.

She was gone.

I felt tears prick my eyes at the thought of being alone right now. After sitting with my thoughts for a bit I reached to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, wincing at the brightness of the screen. I turned the brightness down before clicking Leah’s contact.

“You okay Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” Leah hurriedly asked as soon as she picked up.

“Where are you?” I asked. The room felt empty without her here. I was definitely ready for her to move in permanently, maybe getting sick was the push I needed.

She let out a sigh. “You scared me, I thought something was wrong. I’ve nipped out to Tesco. I’m getting you paracetamol and…well you’ll find out when I get back.” She replied.

“Okay just hurry up, I miss you.”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N, I thought you’d still be asleep for when I got back.” She said. “I’m next to be served so I’ve got to go. I love you.”

My heart warmed at the ‘I love you’. Even though we had been saying it to each other for awhile now, it still always had the same affect on me. “Okay. I love you too.” I replied before hanging up.

While I waited on my girlfriend returning I got Netflix up on the TV and switched on a random movie. It only really served as background noise as I kept drifting in and out of sleep, but it done the trick.

Around fifteen minutes later the sound of the front door closing disturbed my sleep. Leah was back and I couldn’t be happier about it. I could hear her moving about in the kitchen, presumably putting everything away. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer so I carefully got out of my bed, struggling a little due to dizziness, and walked to the kitchen.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. I had walked in to see numerous vegetables and pots laying around the kitchen and a very stressed looking Leah examining her phone. My voice made her jump.

“I could ask you the same thing. You’re meant to be resting, get back to bed.” She replied, her voice sounding as firm as it did before.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She put the knife she was using to cut up a carrot down and crossed her arms across her chest. “If I answer will you go back to bed?”

“Possibly…” I dragged out.

She rolled her eyes and looked around the kitchen with her arms raised. “My mum sent me this recipe for some soup I should make you.” She said, sounding very stressed.

“Right…okay. I’ll go back now.” She smiled at my answer and I turned to make the walk back to my room. I laid back in my bed and actually payed attention to the movie playing, hoping that it would make the time pass quicker.

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“Baby wake up.”

I opened my eyes and saw Leah leaning over me with a bowl of soup sat on the bed. I groaned and sniffled as I moved up the bed to allow myself to eat better. She handed me the soup before leaving for a second and coming back with a glass of water and two paracetamol.

“Eat, drink, and take these.” She instructed. She laid everything out next to me before climbing in the bed.

“Yes Dr Williamson.” I teased, earning me a gentle shove. I took a sip of the soup and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. I half expected it to make me even more sick by how it looked when I saw it earlier.

“Well done. Tastes good.” I smiled.

We sat together while I finished off everything, and after Leah had taken everything away to tidy up, she came back to bed and pulled me back into her arms.

“Thank you for today Le.” I whispered as my eyes were half closed. This cold had really taken it out of me.

Leah gave me a squeeze and kissed me on the cheek before smiling. “No need to thank me, I was just doing my job as a good girlfriend. Plus…I like taking care of you.”

I looked up and made eye contact with her. “Why don’t we do this permanently?” I asked while getting lost in her beautiful blue eyes.

She scrunched her nose up in confusion making me giggle. “What you getting sick?”

“No silly, you staying here.”

Leah’s face dropped for a second, scaring the shit out of me, before a grin took over. “You want me to move in.”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“I would love to.”

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙑𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙒 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 8: 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙪★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Sickness,

Genre: Fluff or Hurt/Comfort

A/n: Look at me, somewhat back on track! 😂

Word count: 1.0k

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You knew you had picked up some sickness at the ice-skating rink a couple of days ago from one of the kids there, which only made you more frustrated by being mad at the parents who let their sick children go out in public and make everyone else ill.

But with all the work you had to do, handling holiday shopping, card making, your job, and a partridge in a pear tree, you knew that your perseverance wasn't going to let you take a rest.

Lucky for you, you had the hottest nurse in town to take care of you, and you also knew that she would be the one to push you back into your bed.

"Dekta? Are you alright? You've been coughing a lot," Wanda asked, walking up to you and immediately placing her hands on your face and neck, feeling your heated forehead.

"I-I'm fine baby, don't w- Achoo! Don't worry-" You sniffled, breaking out into another sneezing fit, gripping the edges of your blanket that kept you warm from how cold you were.

"Well, I'm going to worry. You're burning up, sneezing uncontrollably, and all bundled up as if you're in Antarctica!" Your girlfriend replied as she went to grab her thermometer from the closet next to the bathroom.

"I told you I was fine Wands," You groaned, putting your head in your hands as the redhead fussed over you.

"You certainly don't look like someone fine, Y/n-" She rolled her eyes, turning you around to face her as she stuck the stick in your mouth.

"B- Mmph!" You said in a muffled voice, looking down at the thermometer before looking back up at your girlfriend with a glare. "I don't like you..."

"Shush Dekta-" Wanda quieted you, pressing a finger to your lips once she had taken the instrument out of your mouth. "101," She sighed, looking at you with concerned eyes. "You need to get back to bed,"

"I can't, you know that!" You replied, "I have so much to do. A little fever isn't going to stop me!"

"Then I will," Your girlfriend said sternly, picking you up in a swift motion before walking you to your shared bedroom. "Stay here, and I'll be right back. Don't move-" She instructed you before leaving the room as quickly as she entered it.

You sighed, plopping down onto your pillow as your body decompressed, your arms pulling a blanket over you for any inch of relief for your cold body.

"Stupid flu," You mumbled, grabbing a tissue box for your nose, too tired to get up and throw the used ones away. "Why don't you just make your kids stay home?"

You lay there in misery, cuddling up against your blanket like a child clinging to their mom through sniffles and coughs.

"I'm back sweetheart," Wanda smiled softly as you noticed her figure appear through your half-open eyes, hearing her lowering her voice to make sure your head didn't hurt from her volume.

"Hmm..." You hummed, taking one of your girlfriend's hands in your own. "Missed you,"

Wanda chuckled, kissing your forehead to check the temperature once again before handing you some medicine.

"Take these, okay Dekta?" The redhead cooed, handing you the pills and some water, watching as you took it and made a face.

"Ew- I thought pills weren't supposed to be icky..." You groaned.

"I'm sorry baby," The green-eyed girl in front of you smiled sympathetically. "I know they taste bad, but you did good by taking them,"

"Wands, you don't need to take care of me, I ca-"

"But I want to, I like making sure you're alright," She chuckled, reassuring you by gently placing her hand on your chest to keep you down on the bed.

"Alright bu- Achoo!" You sneezed once again, rubbing your reddened nose as you grabbed a tissue to blow your nose.

"Come here baby," Wanda smiled, kissing the top of your head before pulling you into her lap, allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder.

"No, I'll get you sick!" You protested, weakly pulling yourself away.

"I got my vaccine, and I already had it earlier this year, I'll be okay. Please don't worry, I'm alright,"

"You sure?" You whimpered.

"Yes, Dekta. I have a strong immune system, and I'll shower extra deeply," She pressed a kiss to the tip of your reddened nose.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around her waist as a replacement for a blanket.

"I feel like a baby," You giggled before sneezing yet again.

"You're just sick. We're all big babies when we're sick," The older woman chuckled.

"I'm just really sorry I got sick..." You said, looking up at your girlfriend with an apologetic expression present on your features that only made the redhead laugh.

"Dekta, it's not your fault," She assured you, patting your head with a smile. "Now, why don't you go to bed and try and get yourself feeling better, okay?"

You nodded; your eyes fluttering shut as you lay in the arms of your love, your thoughts and fears fading like they always did whenever you were with Wanda.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

[sunflower-snz]

Spy vs Sniffles

This took way too long to write, stupid writers block. Anyway, cue a couple thousand words of Natasha Romanoff being very sick and stubborn much to her girlfriends dismay. Little smidge of angst thrown in for some *spice* but it’s all sorted out quickly. 

No fandom knowledge really needed, just enjoy the wlw rep >:D  I apologise that the lack of editing is appalling but it's readable :,) Enjoy! 

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The Black Widow was a trained assassin. A world-class spy, unbeaten in her field. An Avenger! The Black Widow was not burdened with such mundane problems like having a cold. The Black Widow doesn’t simply get sick. 

However, Natasha Romanoff does. 

But nobody else needed to know that of course. Especially not the Avengers. Tony gave her trouble enough for the few times she has shown herself to be human and she really was not ready for the snide comments that she was bound receive if this were to get out. Regardless of that, Natasha had always hated the idea of admitting weakness to anyone, even her closest peers. No. She had to hide it. That was easier said than done of course. 

She’d woken up that morning with a congested groan, the previous 8 hours rest she’d gotten feeling like little to none. The dim light filtering through the curtains revealed a room adorned with sleek, modern furnishings, a stark contrast to the tumultuous world she navigated daily. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the ventilation system yet even that seemed to hurt her head, a dull ache forming within her temples. 

Nat sniffled thickly, pushing herself to sit upright as she felt her nose begin to slowly drip, “Oh, gross.” She mumbled under her breath, reaching up to swipe the underside of her wrist against the bridge of her nose, in an attempt to quell the growing itch. 

“Hhup’tsch! Hh..Hhi’hiptshu”! 

It didn’t work. She was ducked forwards as she gave into the itch, sneezing down into her hands.  Nat cringed, sniffling thickly as she clumsily stumbled over to her attached bathroom, keeping her hand tightly cupped to her face as she swiped a handful of tissues from the box on her sink to clean herself up with – helpless to fight the small wince she made at already how sensitive her nose already was. 

The widow sighed, throwing away her soggy tissues before leaning over the sink to splash some cold water onto her face, “Today’s gonna be a shitshow.” She mumbled to herself, rubbing her eyes as her tired reflection in the mirror stared back at her. Natasha would’ve continued to judge her reflection further if only the insistent itching and teasing of her sinuses hadn’t snatched her attention away yet again. 

It was the feeling of discomfort that made her eyes squint shut with irritation and frustration as she groaned. Well, half a groan to be exact. She hadn’t really made it through the whole thing. Her throat objected to the motion, sending her into a set of harsh, chesty-rattling coughs that really didn’t sound good at all. The type of sound that would make a second listener cringe hard before ushering the afflicted back to bed. 

“Shit...” Shit indeed. This whole situation was shit. Natasha knew the second someone (and by someone she 100% meant her girlfriend) heard her sounding like this, she would be undoubtly forced to lay back down. No, no, no. That couldn’t happen. She wasn’t sick. She just needed to train. Just needed to sweat it out, that’s all. Then she’d be fine.  

The redhead someone managed to get dressed without stumbling over, though it had taken a little longer than usual due to the fact every time she leant over, her nose just seemed to drip. Eventually though, she’d finished pulling on her gym clothes – a sleek black crop top and leggings. Maybe not the ideal thing to wear when her body was struggling enough to keep its temperature in check she’d come to realise when a layer of goosebumps crept up and settled along her arms. Natasha shivered, pulling her arms around herself as she stepped out of her room. Whatever, she’d just blame it on the AC. 

She kept repeating her plan to herself as she slowly made her way down the long compound towards the kitchen. “Get a small bite to eat and then sweat it out. Eat then train... Eat then train... EatHh- thIhh theE’ShhIEW! Hhi’htshoo!” 

The sound of her desperate sneezes didn’t fail to echo down the corridor, making the spy’s cheeks blush a deeper shade of red at the thought of someone else hearing her outburst. Her head was throbbing, and her teary eyes barely blinked back open before a bout of rough, throat scraping coughing overtook her. Nat allowed one single exhausted sob to escape her as she leant against the wall, her body sinking against the concrete as she allowed the sweet relief of the floor to ease her exhausted body as she composed herself. She felt awful. 

And it just didn’t help that she still needed to, to- “ihh'ITSHU! HehH-Ht'SCHoo!” Natasha swore in Russian as she cursed her body for betraying her like this, rubbing the back of her wrist hard against her nose, with no care for delicacy anymore. This ended now, she growled to herself before she firmly pushed herself up of the floor, energy fuelled by self-frustration. Nat wobbled a little as she rose, but she managed to maintain her balance before continuing her way to the kitchen. 

Maria had been sat in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee and working at the laptop on the countertop. She liked working there. People usually came in and out as they pleased, letting her have small casual conversations throughout the day to keep her spirits up as she worked. Plus being in close access to coffee was always nice. 

Then she heard it. A sniffle came from just outside the door. Usually, she wouldn’t have even noticed such a sound, but this was different. It was the type of sniffle that screamt of thick, cold-fuelled congestion. Not to mention the awful sounding cough that followed. You could imagine her surprise when her girlfriend came... shambling? (that’s probably the closest word to describe it) round the corner and into the kitchen. 

Maria’s eyes widened in disbelief. She nearly dropped her mug. Her girlfriend’s appearance was certainly startling to say the least, like something out of a horror film, her eyes watery, swollen and bloodshot. Her hair hung limply, plastered to her head with sweat, her nose red and dripping. She looked like she’d been hit by a train. 

“Nat? Oh my god, Natasha?” Maria gasped, “What on earth happened to you?" She frantically asked, immediately jumping up to come to her girlfriend’s side. The poor woman was swaying and fighting to keep her eyes open, she looked as if she was about to pass out, 

“I’m fine... Just tired..." Natasha spluttered, managing to turn away from her girlfriend as she fell into another round of coughing. She felt a soothing hand come to rub her back, slowly bringing her out of the fit as she struggled to catch her breath. Maria sighed as she took note of the heat radiating from her skin, shaking her head in sympathy at the sheen of sweat covering her girlfriend’s body. 

Maria kept her hand on her back as she turned to look over her girlfriend properly, “Natasha, honey, you look terrible. Come on, you’re in no condition to be up right now.” 

“I look fine," Nat muttered in reply, her tone more defensive than she intended. A sudden, forceful sneeze interrupted her, and Maria instinctively muttered a soft, "Bless you." 

The spy shot her a sharp look, "I don't need your sympathy. I just need to train and get this out of my system." 

The agent sighed, moving her hand to settle on Nat’s shoulder, "Nat, you're not in any condition to train. You'll only make it worse. Just go back to bed, okay? 

“Maria stop, listen to Hehh-, me, I’m hhH- fine, thank Hhy-you-Hh’tshhU! Hih'ii-I-eishSHOO! ” She helplessly ducked forward into a barely raised elbow, her messy red hair falling in front of her face before she straightened herself back up and pulled herself out of her girlfriend’s hold, “Just fuck off back to your work. I’m fine.” Natasha regretted the expression the second it had left her lips, but she was in no condition to fight the feverish fog clouding her judgment. 

Maria’s lips thinned into a line as her expression hardened at her girlfriend’s words. She had seen Nat sad, angry, and weak. However not once in all those moments had she ever been rude to her. Her eyes narrowed in a sudden flash of indignation, feeling like this was a complete rebuke of her concern. 

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova, I’m going to excuse what you just said on the pretence that you are absolutely burning up and have no idea what you are doing but if you think it’s acceptable to speak to me in that manner and that I’m just going to go back to work when you’re this sick, then you're delirious – which you clearly fucking are." Maria crossed her arms sternly and looked her girlfriend in the eye, her hard tone leaving no room for argument, "You are going back to your room. Right Now.” She took a deep breath, letting her annoyance fall away and be replaced with her prior concern. 

"Yes Ma'am…” Nat said reluctantly, hanging her head in defeat. She wanted to kick herself for how she’d spoken to her girlfriend and was ashamed of the ease with which the fever had driven her to outburst. She nodded in agreement despite the heat rising through her cheeks, she couldn’t deny that she was in no condition to argue her case. She looked to Maria sheepishly as she replied, accepting whatever would be said next. 

But the sharp voice she was expecting never came, instead Natasha found herself being pulled into her girlfriend’s arms and was helpless to resist. She sank into the hold. With her feverish body aching for the warmth of a human touch, she was powerless to resist and simply allowed the hold, surrendering to the warm embrace. 

"I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to be that rude..." She mumbled quietly into her girlfriend's chest her breath hitching as she tried to speak, "I just..." 

“Shh, shh.” Maria hushed her sweetly, bringing her hand up to gently cup the back of her head, “I know sweetheart, just save your poor voice, okay?” She held her girlfriend in place, her comforting hold not wavering even when Nat’s hitching breath took in a sudden shaky inhale. 

“It’s okay baby, just let it out.” The agent encouraged her gently as she felt her attempting to hold back the dreadful itch. 

Natasha hadn’t needed much more encouraging, she was going to have to give into the burning tickle either way, “ii-I-eishISHUU, Hih-tshoo! EhH-Hhh-itSHUUH!” Her nose twitched and she gave into another violent fit of powerful sneezing into Maria’s chest, her entire body shuddering weakly against her girlfriend’s grasp. “hii’hI-eishSHOO” The spy let out a soft whimper as she pressed her nose against Maria's chest as if hoping it might bring her a shred of relief from the irritating and stubborn tingling sensation, even for a second. 

“Goodness, bless you sweetheart. You done?” Maria whispered, pulling her sleeve over her hand when she received a small nod, she gently used the fabric to clean up her assassins' face, ignoring the whined complaints about ruining her clothes, “My hoodie can be washed baby, don’t you worry about that.” 

The two women exchanged a quiet moment, their attention turning to the comfort and relief that was coming from the silence, “Do you want to go back to bed now sweetie?” The agent asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss down to her girlfriend’s hot temple. 

"Please..." The spy mumbled helplessly in reply. She felt utterly exhausted and helpless to the growing pressure of this sickness that was eating her alive. Maria smiled and easily lifted the exhausted, sick girl and carried her out of the kitchen, giving Nat's rear a soft pat on the way which had elicited a small, sleepy smile from the redhead in return. It didn’t take long to reach their room and Natasha felt herself be gently laid down on their bed. Familiar blankets were quickly tucked around her. 

With a soft, understanding smile, Maria joined Natasha on the bed. She carefully wrapped her arms around the spy. The room soon fell into a soothing silence, interrupted only by Natasha's occasional sniffles and coughs and Maria’s soft reassurances. 

"Rest now, my love. I'm here," She whispered, placing another loving kiss on Natasha's forehead. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep after that, soon enough the redhead’s eyes had fluttered closed and she was finally resting, her sleeping forming carefully cuddled in protective arms. The world outside their room ceased to matter as the two women found solace in each other's company. 

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[daddycassie]

Can you write me a fanfic where barb looks after me bc I'm infected with the flu

Alot of cuddles and TOOTH CRUMBLING FLUFF

🩷

Let Me Take Care of You Sweety

Pairing: Barb Azure x Fem! Reader, 516 words

Warnings: Sickfic, tooth-crumbling fluff <3

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The second you show a single symptom of being even just possibly sick, Barb Azure is at your side, feeling all over your face for heat.

“Baby, you’ve got a fever” She’d say, looking at you with a soft expression.

She’d order you to rest. If you try to get up she won’t hesitate to force you back down on the bed — she’s actually pretty strong despite how she looks.

Lil bit of tough love.

“You ain’t gettin’ up from this bed sick, long as I live.” You think she’s sweet, but also VERY dramatic.

The rest of the covey is worried about you because Barb acts like the world is going to end as she scrapes together what she can to make you some soup.

Lucy Gray comes into your room a couple times a day for as long as your sick and either sings you a song or talks to you a bit, but if she notices you look tired she’ll leave you alone to sleep.

Maude Ivory brings you things. Toys, treats, trinkets, she thinks it’ll heal your ailment. She’d also try to cuddle you but Barb Azure put a stop to that real fast

“You’re not gettin’ sick too. Scoot!”

Tam Amber mysteriously, somehow, gets and brings you medicine. You’d stare at him in shock while he walks out.

Cc brings you flowers to your bedside. It’s sweet and all, but it definitely makes you feel like he’s treating the flu like you’re about to die.

Barb Azure spoon feeds you soup, it’s very starchy with some carrot in it. You’d offer her a smile.

“You got salt for me?”

She’d blush and shrug sheepishly.

“I thought it was only fair that your food has a bit of flavor. Ya don’t feel good sweety.”

You thank her, and eat the soup — the warmth is soothing.

When you find yourself aching Barb rubs your back, giving you a gentle, soothing massage. She’s clearly concerned, mumbling.

“My poor baby.” “I’m sorry honey.” “That’s it, you’re okay.”

You fall asleep peacefully… to a very odd dream.

Something about a mouse, the games, and somebody named Ida? You had no idea who that was.

You wake up in a cold sweat, forgetting where you are.

You shiver, swearing. Barb Azure and her sixth sense — she rushes in and holds you, assuring you it was a dream.

You cling to her while she tries to help you feel warm. It was an odd feeling for you — shivering in spring.

If you get a headache, you’ll notice the whole house becomes very, VERY quiet, it’s actually really unnerving.

Barb Azure claims she most certainly had nothing to do with it be she absolutely did and you both know it.

Overall — Barb Azure can be a bit overbearing, but she’s a very loving partner and she’ll always do her best to take care of you no matter what.

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Note: This is my first time writing a fic for Barb, I like how it turned out even if it’s not the longest thing I’ve ever written — I adore Barb Azure and I want her to take care of me like this too tbh 💛

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed 😚 I’m going to open requests again after this one!

[cosmicanemoia]

Lovey-dovey

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

Love Me Till You Leave Me part 8

Y/N and Amelia have been together for six months now, and their relationship is strong and stable.

You move in with Amelia after a week of seeing and dating each other.

Ever since you and Amelia got together, anyone in the hospital can tell that Dr. Shepherd is getting better. Good moods are now frequent, and she speaks more kindly. Amelia is at the top of her game.

Every morning, y/n would cook breakfast after they have sex with each other. Yes. Right after they wake up, they would have sex before they have actual food for breakfast. You love morning sex and Amelia is just as happy to comply with your needs.

If y/n wake up first, she would wait for Amelia to wake up. Y/n loves watching Amelia while she's sleeping. If Amelia wakes up first, she would wake y/n by massaging her breasts, slipping her fingers to her folds, sometimes giving her cunnilingus.

Amelia loves eating the breakfast y/n have prepared, but sometimes she would get page to the hospital, which she didn't like. Y/n doesn't just cook breakfast. She can also make lunch and dinner. Though, they would just order in sometimes because y/n's knowledge in cooking is still limited.

One evening, you look at Amelia. She was drying the dishes with a piece of cloth while she looked out the window. You walk over to her and give her a back hug, and you planted a kiss on her head full of hair. "What was that about?" Amelia inquired."I just think I'm so lucky to have you, " you answered.

You and Amelia would cuddle for hours sometimes. Y/n making Amelia watch her favourite movies and shows, which Amelia has grown to love. You singing to Amelia, love and romantic songs even though you're not a very good singer, Amelia still loves it when you do. You would sometimes make poems from the top of your head and recite it to Amelia.

For example:

• I wish we were pictures in a frame

So we would be frozen in time

I wish we were pictures in a frame

So we would be forever

Cause if you leave me or I you

A part of us have tasted eternity

We've been frozen in time

And a little of our hearts

Became a picture in a frame

And yet, I hope

We don't end up to be

Just another picture on a frame

That you'll hide in a cabinet

Cause it might help you forget

And when it did not

Our picture on the frame

Became just another picture to burn

• I'm not the greatest poet

I'm not even great

But you make me

And I am made

And that's enough for me

• Whatever you want me to be, I'll be

You be the master pulling the strings

I can be your puppet, order me around

Wherever you guide me, I'll follow

One night after, you both finished many times. You pulled Amelia closer to you to whisper something in her ear. "I am so grateful to be the person you went home to. The person you call home." *you kissed her forehead and held her closer.*

The day started with sunshines, and no one would think that it was going to rain. But, it was Seattle, and rain is unstoppable.

You love the rain and your girlfriend is about too as well. A few hours later, and here comes the rain.

You were standing in front of the glass windows, and you called Amelia to stand next to you so you could both appreciate the rain. You look over to her, and an idea planted itself onto your brain.

You took her hand and dragged her outside.

A: What are we doing?

Y/N: I'm taking you dancing and rain should suffice as our music. we are going to shower and dance in the rain.

A: You're crazy! *she chuckles*

Y/N: Thanks for the compliment, babe. *winks at her*

You played in the rain like children, you giggled, chuckled, and laughed at each other. You thought Amelia's laughter in the rain was such a sweet melody, a beautiful sound paired with the pattering of the rain. That sound became your favourite music, one of the reasons you'd drag Amelia in the rain, just so you could hear that sound again.

Both of your bodies are now drenched in the rain. You pulled her closer to you, and you kissed her all over her face, which made her giggle. You moved your mouth to her ear and bit it, you took a deep breath and exhaled, she felt your warm breath in her ear. "Every time you look at me, I melt. Anytime you talk to me, I'm frozen, only for your touch to burn me to the core. Your smile shatters my heart, only to be put together by your laugh." You said, even in the cold rain, Amelia felt warm because of those words, "You're so cheesy" Amelia blushing and giggling "And you love it" you replied and you grinned from ear to ear. She moves her head closer to your face, lips centimetre away from each other. "I do." She admitted after proceeding to kiss you.

Y/N and Amelia danced and kissed, almost like the ones they see in the movies, but it was much more wonderful and much more meaningful because this time, it was the two of them.

Playing, laughing, dancing, and kissing in the rain became their thing.

One time, Y/N got sick. You rarely got sick. Amelia was there to take care of you but also tease you.

A: I told you, one of these days, one of us is gonna catch a cold.

Y/N: I know *sneezes*

A: I never thought you would be the first one to get sick.

Y/N: *sneezes* I know *you watch as amelia laughs at you. Not in a bad way kind of laugh, more like amused kind of laugh*

A: *smirking* I guess we won't be going out in the rain as much after, huh

Y/N: *sneezes* Hah! You wish! *sneezes*

A: And to think you would have learned your lesson by now

Y/N: Which is what? If anything this has taught me, it just makes me want to get out in the rain more and get sick more often. Just so you could take care of me and spend more time with me.

A: You just always know what to say, huh. Do you think you're so clever? *she took a step away from you and started to take off her shirt, and her pants*

Y/N was wide-eyed and a little thirsty. "Like what you see?" Amelia asked, and you responded with a nod, and you gulped at the sight of her now moving seductively. "You're not getting any until you get better." She stated, and you groaned with frustration. You moved your head from side to side and smiled. "So, that is the lesson I was supposed to learn. I get it now. Please. Put some clothes on." Amelia smirked and replied."Nope, no, can't do. I'm feeling a little hot, so..." You rolled your eyes and bit your lip."What if someone comes knocking at our door?" You said trying to convince her one last time, but Amelia rebutted. "I'm not expecting anyone. Were you expecting someone?" She moved closer to you, checking your temperature. You let out a sigh and said "well played. Well played." She chuckled and smiled. Amelia was proud of herself.

You end up cuddled together and fall asleep in each other's embrace. In the morning you will get your surprise because you finally got better.

[goldenempyrean]

〚 Notes - Wow... Hi. It's been a while. I'm slowly getting back into writing so please bear with me while I make my comeback :,) My title wouldn't fit normally so it's looking a little funky but we move on. I tried my best so please ignore any grammar errors. This is a long one so buckle in, I'd love feedback on this too :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - The 5 times Lena was taken care of and and the one time she returned the favour. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 9160 (...wow)〛

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Kara stood in front of the full-length mirror in her warm, cosy apartment, admiring the reflection of the elegant gown she had chosen to wear for the evening. She adjusted the deep blue silk fabric, ensuring it cascaded gracefully around her, hugging her in all the right places. The gown had a classic yet modern feel, with a slight train that would glide across the floor as she moved. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the way Lena's face had lit up when she’d watched Kara try it on at the boutique a few weeks prior. She’d loved that dress on her. Blue truly was her colour. 

As Kara gazed at herself in the mirror, her heart fluttered with excitement. Tonight was no ordinary event; it was Lena Luthor's company gala, and she was honoured to be Lena's date. She was so proud of the work her girlfriend and her company had achieved over the past year – not only had they completed groundbreaking research, leading the world into its future in technology but the individual hardworking efforts of every employee themselves wasn’t something to be taken lightly. They all deserved this, and everyone was thankful that they’d have the whole night to celebrate their achievements with the people who had worked so hard to reach them. Looking back to her reflection the blonde turned her attention to her hair, which was effortlessly styled in loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders. The soft curls framed her face beautifully, accentuating her radiant blue eyes. She knew that Lena had a soft spot for her hair, often playfully running her fingers through it. 

With a final glance back in the mirror, Kara grabbed her shawl and her purse and headed out the door. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to L-Corp. After a short journey in the sleek black car Lena had pre-called for her (much to her gratitude, flying comfortably definitely wasn’t possible in this dress) Kara arrived. She made her way inside, and the sight inside that greeted her was beyond breathtaking. The main lobby had been transformed into a stunning wonderland of twinkling lights and elegant decor. It didn’t take long before she spotted Lena at the centre of the room, radiant in her own gown, an emerald green that perfectly complemented her dark hair and striking eyes. She was beautiful and Kara felt her heart swell with immeasurable love. 

Lena welcomed Kara with a warm embrace and a gentle kiss. "You look absolutely stunning Kar’," The CEO whispered, her fingers brushing against Kara's cheek. Kara blushed, her cheeks flushing pink, “I’m so glad you came.” 

Kara's smile grew even wider as she looked into Lena's eyes. "I wouldn't miss this for anything sweetie. You've worked so hard, and I'm incredibly proud of you." She leaned in for another sweet kiss, the soft warmth of Lena's lips pressing against her own. 

As they separated from their kiss, Kara couldn't help but feel as though something was off about Lena's demeanour. Her girlfriend's usually confident posture seemed just a touch more guarded, and her smile, though genuine, held a hint of weariness behind its show. 

"Is everything okay, love?" Kara asked, her concern evident in her voice. "You look a little worn down, have you been getting enough sleep?” The Kyrptonian asked, holding Lena’s cheeks in her hands. 

Lena's eyes darted around the room for a moment, as if checking that outside person was eavesdropping on their conversation. "I'm fine, Kara. It's just been a long week with all the prep going on for the gala plus we've been grinding to finish some projects. It's just been a busy week that's all." 

But despite her insistence, Kara couldn't shake off the nagging inkling that something else was going on. She knew Lena, and this wasn't just tiredness from a long week. She knew what her girlfriend was like when tired by now, she’d seen it all too many times. This was different. Tired Lena was a sleepy, clingy mess. This wasn’t it. There was something hiding in Lena's voice, a subtle vulnerability, something Kara hadn't heard before. 

“Oh, excuse me a moment.” Lena’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as she returned to reality. 

“Of course, darling.” Kara murmured and softly kissed her cheek for a moment before stepping aside to allow Lena to slide away to greet one of the businesses' partners who’d made a move to approach her, Kara shot Lena a final look of question to which the ravenette nodded as if to say she was fine but as Kara walked away she made a mental note to keep an eye on her regardless of her insistence. 

Kara decided to head to the bar for a moment. She knew Lena needed some space to handle her business partners, and she didn't want to add to her stress. The gala attendees mingled around the bar, clinking glasses and chatting animatedly. 

She found an open spot by the bar and ordered a glass of champagne for herself. It wasn't like she could get drunk, but it still helped to fit in. As Kara sipped on her drink, she couldn't help but watch Lena from afar, smiling as she realised just how lucky she was to be here alongside her. Lena was a natural in social situations, despite her introverted tendencies. Her girlfriend had ability to put people at ease, making them feel important and valued, just another thing Kara loved about her. She moved through the crowd with grace and charisma, engaging in conversations that seemed effortless. It wasn't just Lena's beauty that captivated the Kyrptonian, but just the way she carried herself so professionally. 

She was truly a force to be reckoned with. The blonde found herself lost as she continued to watch over her girlfriend, she was lost in her own thoughts when she saw Lena subtly crinkle her nose, her breath hitched once before her head ducked down slightly. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture to anyone not paying attention, but it happened three times in quick succession, and she clearly saw Lena apologise for the outburst to which whomever she was speaking too reached into a purse, handing her an unlabelled packet which the CEO quickly accepted, tucking it into her pocket before continuing her conservation. Now that caught her attention. 

Kara couldn't help but furrow her brows as she observed Lena's unusual behaviour. She knew that something was up, and to say she was concerned was an understatement. Lena wasn't an open person when they'd first met and every now and then Kara had to remind her that she can be vulnerable with her - that she wouldn’t ever judge her for it. It was something they were working on so she continued to watch her from a distance, not wanting to intrude but also not willing to let the issue slide. 

As Lena excused herself from the conversation, Kara discreetly made her way closer to her girlfriend. She approached Lena with a warm smile, trying to act casual while keeping her voice low. "Is everything okay, love?" she asked, concern etched in her voice. 

The CEO looked slightly surprised to see Kara by her side so suddenly but quickly composed herself. "Of course, darling," she replied, her smile returning, though it seemed a bit forced. "Just some business matters to attend to, you know how it is at these events." The Luthor smiled down at her girlfriend before turning her head away to discreetly sniffle behind her wrist, attempting to pass the action off as her looking over the attendees. But that did little to combat the fact the blonde had super hearing and quite clearly saw through the attempt. Kara bit back the urge to sigh and discreetly took Lena's hand before whispering, “Do you want to go get some fresh air for a moment? It’s a little stuffy in here.” She added, hoping it would encourage her to take her up on the offer. 

In truth she was more grateful for the excuse to leave the crowd so the two made their way out through the grand doors and into the cool night air. In the softer, more natural lighting, her concern deepened. Lena's usually vibrant complexion had turned ashen, and her eyes held a behind them. Kara's keen eyes couldn't miss the pallor of her girlfriend's face. The poor thing looked exhausted. 

The contrast between the gala's warmth and the chilly evening sent a rolling shiver down her spine. The CEO attempted to conceal her discomfort, but she couldn't help the way her body tensed against the cold. Just as Kara reached out to run her arm over her girlfriend’s goosebump covered one, Lena drew in a sharp breath, taking a step away before ducking into her elbow. 

“Hih! Hih-Hh’tshoo!” 

Her sneeze had been much less restricted and restrained then her earlier ones and judging by the small wet sniffles that Lena didn’t hold back afterwards it must’ve been a relief. 

The Kryptonian couldn't hide the worry in her eyes as Lena sneezed so suddenly. It was a clear indicator that her girlfriend was not feeling well. She quickly took off her shawl and gently draped it over Lena's shoulders. 

"Bless you, sweetheart, you don't look well. Is there something you're not telling me?" Kara asked, her voice filled with concern as she led her girlfriend to a nearby bench. 

Lena let out a soft, defeated sigh, her facade crumbling. "I didn't want to ruin the evening.” She sniffled in defeat, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the packet from earlier, which Kara now realised had been tissues. She blew her nose quietly before letting her head fall onto her girlfriend’s shoulder. 

"You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart. You haven’t ruined a thing, I’m just sorry you haven’t been able to enjoy your night.” Kara murmured, taking the ravenette’s hand in her home, “How about we head back inside. I don’t want you getting a chill. I’ll get you something warm to drink too.” She helped Lena to her feet, supporting her as they made their way back into the gala. 

They found a cosy, secluded corner with a plush couch. Kara arranged the shawl around Lena and made sure she was comfortable. The Luthor leaned into her girlfriend’s warmth, and the blonde hero couldn't help but stroke her girlfriend's hair soothingly. The rest of the evening passed in a hazed blur of conversations, laughter, and the occasional gentle sniffle coming from Lena. Kara had also fetched a hot cup of tea for her, hoping it would alleviate some of the discomfort from the soreness in her throat and they sat together for the rest of their time there, Kara occasionally stealing a moment to press a comforting kiss to her girlfriend’s now warmer forehead. 

Despite not feeling her best, Lena had to admit that being in Kara's embrace made her evening much better. Her CEO persona melted away, revealing a vulnerable woman who simply needed her girlfriend's care and love. 

As the gala wound down, Lena's condition didn't seem to improve. She had been sneezing intermittently, and her energy was waning rapidly. Kara couldn't bear to see her like this, knowing she needed rest and care. With a concerned glance, she leaned in close to Lena and whispered, "I think it's time to head home, my love. You need some good rest." 

Lena nodded weakly, leaning against Kara for support. They said their goodbyes to the remaining guests and made their way to the exit. Kara hailed a cab, and they settled inside, Lena shivering slightly as the cold evening air hit her. Kara wrapped her arms around her, providing warmth and comfort. 

During the car ride, Lena's eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a soft yawn. Kara couldn't help but smile at her girlfriend's adorable sleepiness. She gently stroked Lena's hair and whispered, "Just a little while longer, sweetheart. We'll be home soon." 

When they arrived at their apartment, Kara gently woke Lena, who blinked her eyes open sleepily. "We're home, sweetheart," Kara whispered, helping her girlfriend out of the cab. 

Taking her hand, she guided Lena into their apartment, and as soon as they were inside, she could see how pale and tired Lena appeared. The night had taken its toll on her, and it was clear she needed to finally get some rest. 

"Let's get you comfortable, my love," Kara said, leading her into their bedroom. where she carefully helped her girlfriend out of her elegant dress which she hung neatly on the back of the door before turning back to help her girlfriend change into a soft pair of pyjamas, to which Kara couldn't help but smile at how adorable Lena looked in them - even when under the weather she still found a way to be gorgeous, "You look so cute like this Le', but let's get you into bed, hm?" 

Lena sniffled and nodded as she climbed into their bed, yet despite the thick covers now surrounding her, the Luthor still shivered a little as she tried to settle down, watching as Kara headed to their bathroom. She must've fallen asleep somewhere in between because by the time Lena had stirred awake again, the small bedside table beside her had some new additions. Tissues, water and a small tub of VapoRub. 

"You're awake baby?" Kara couldn't hide her surprise as came back into the room and saw her girlfriend's open eyes, she'd expected her to stay asleep until morning but at least she could check her temperature without having to worry about disturbing her now, but she still asked anyway, “Can I check that temperature of yours sweetie?” 

After the thermometer beeped, Kara read the result. "A little fever, my love, not too bad. Do you wanna head back to sleep sweetie? I’d bet it’d do you some good." 

Lena gave a weak smile, her voice a soft, raspy whisper, “’m too stuffy to sleep.” 

"I’ve got you love." Kara smiled as she reassured her, pulling a chair close to their bed. She picked up the tub of VapoRub and gently began applying a small amount to Lena's exposed chest. The mentholated scent filled the room, offering some relief to her congestion. 

Lena sighed in relief as the soothing balm's vapours began to clear her up a little. She snuggled deeper under the covers, feeling the warmth of her loving girlfriend by her side. "You're amazing, Kara," Lena murmured, her sleepy voice still hoarse but the gratitude behind it was clear. 

“Just rest love, I’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too silly, now get some sleep sweetheart.” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ 

Sometimes Kara’s comfort came in different ways too. For example, that time Kara had fumbled with her keys at the door to her apartment, finally inserting the right one into the lock. She’d forgotten to pick up the draft of a recent report that morning and had popped home during her lunch hour to grab it. But as her wrist went to turn the lock, the wooden door simply slipped right open, letting the light from the hall flood inside the dark apartment.  

What? Did someone break in while she was away? She had locked that door before she left earlier, she was certain she did. And it wasn’t dark when she’d left earlier either, the blonde specifically remembered opening the curtains wide, smiling at the city as she always did. 

“Hello?” She called out hesitantly, to no response. Kara's heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously stepped inside, she removed her glasses, her X-ray vision allowing her to see through the darkness. She could make out the familiar silhouette of her cozy living room, but something wasn't right. She spotted a figure on her couch, nestled under a blazer. and her heart skipped a beat when she realized who it was. 

Lena? 

Kara's mind raced with a mix of confusion and concern. Lena was supposed to be at work at this hour, not curled up on her couch. She approached her girlfriend quietly, her super senses picking up on the soft, irregular sounds of muffled sobbing. 

"Lena?" Kara whispered gently, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend in distress, “Honey, what are you doing here? I thought you were at work.” 

Lena flinched and slowly turned her head, her eyes squinting against the sudden intrusion of light. Her face was pale, and her eyes were rimmed with red, clearly indicating that something was definitely wrong. 

"Kar’?" The Luthor’s frail voice quivered, and her hand went to her temple as a soft, muffled moan escaped her lips, causing her girlfriend’s heart ache for her in response. 

Kara rushed to her side, concern overriding the strange circumstances of the unlocked door. She gently pulled Lena into her arms and whispered soothingly, "It's okay, baby, I'm here now. What happened sweetheart?" 

Lena leaned into Kara's embrace, her body trembling. "Migraine," she managed to whisper, her words laced with pain as she screwed her eyes closed once more. 

“Okay sweetheart, you don’t need to talk loudly, okay? Just whisper as quietly as you can, I’ll always hear you.” Kara murmured quietly, taking care not to make any unnecessary noise as she pressed the softest kiss she could to her girlfriend’s temple before taking off the blazer she had been using as a makeshift blanket, “Bed?” The blonde asked quietly, no more words were needed. 

Kara gently scooped Lena into her arms, cradling her carefully, and carried her to the bedroom, being overly mindful not to jostle her girlfriend as she carefully lowered her down into the bed, kissing her cheek before heading to her closet, pulling out something heavy from the very back. “Here honey, do you want heavy grey?” She asked, already knowing the answer, 

“Heavy grey” was in referral to a large, dark grey, weighted blanket they’d bought after Alex had introduced them to the wonder. Despite only finding out about them recently, it had quickly become their go blanket to whenever either of them wanted some deep, felt comfort. Lena made the smallest movement she could, a faint nod to which the soft blanket was laid over her, wrapping around her body like a constant hug. Sometimes, when her girlfriend was away saving the city, Lena would curl up in it and pretend to be in Kara’s arms, but of course, that was something she’d never admit. But she didn’t need to pretend. She had the real thing right there with her. 

“Do you need a trashcan love?” The Kryptonian checked, knowing how nauseous these things could make a person, luckily it seemed the answer was no, and Kara murmured something softly before gently sliding into bed beside her girlfriend, smiling fondly when the ravenette moved over ever so slightly, allowing her head to rest on her girlfriend’s thigh. 

After some time, Lena's breathing evened out, and Kara could tell that she had fallen asleep, finally being able to escape the clutches of her headache. She smiled down at her girlfriend, feeling grateful to be able to provide comfort in this way. It was safe to say neither of them went back to work that day. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ 

The next time came only a few months later. Lena had meant to get her flu jab. Honestly, she had. It just slipped her mind that’s all, she would’ve gone out to get it that weekend – probably. But it didn’t matter now, she was already suffering the consequences of her actions. 

It had started innocently enough, a slight runny nose during her morning investors meeting. Nothing a few discreet sniffles couldn’t take care of. However, as the people sat around the large table droned out about budgets and finances she couldn’t quite keep still. Subtle aches' had her fidgeting in her usually comfy chair as she both tried to listen and get herself settled. 

Lena glanced up to the clock, someone wishing the hands to turn faster. Only half an hour left at least. She’d be sure to tell Jess to turn the heating on, despite feeling small beads of sweat run down her back, she couldn’t suppress the small shivers which ran up her spine and throughout her body. 

“Miss Luthor, what’s your opinion on the matter?” A direct voice pulled her from a daze she hadn’t realised she’d fallen into. To say she was unfocused was an understatement. 

“Sorry, could you repeat-,” She stopped, her breath hitching through her words as she turned to the side and sneezed into her elbow, not that it did much to quell the buzzing sensation in her sinuses. Lena sniffled against her index finger before excusing herself, “Excuse me, sorry, can you repeat that for me?” 

The man repeated himself and Lena nodded, looking down at the notebook in front of sat on the table in front of her only to be met with the blank untouched pages. She’d definitely have to catch up on her notes later. Still, to her credit. She still managed to get give a sophisticated answer, one that seemed to satisfy the table at least - even if it was half croaked. 

Luckily for her the meeting finally ended soon enough. Lena quickly gathered her belongings, her head throbbing as if a marching band was playing inside her skull. Once the participants had filtered out from the room, she allowed herself go stand. Only she may have been a little ambitious as the sudden change in vertigo made the room spin, her whole-body swaying as she gripped the table to steady herself.  

“Get yourself together woman.” The Luthor mumbled to herself after a particularly rough cough made her whimper slightly at the way it tore the back of her throat. The way back to her office was a struggle, every slow step igniting her aching joints before she finally reached the privacy of her office - allowing herself to sit less than gracefully back down behind her desk. 

Why did she feel like this? She was fine a few hours ago, it all just came on so fast- her jumbled thoughts finally clicked together as her blurry vision caught sight of the crumpled up health flyer sitting neatly at the top of her trash can. “Get vaccinated today and save yourself the misery tomorrow!” It read. Well. Crap. 

Kara had told her weeks ago to get it, even Alex had reminded her at their last game night. God, her brain, well, her whole life had just been so cluttered recently. It had completely slipped her mind entirely and now here she was, her head throbbing and joints aching as she coughed raspily. Completely paying the price for her negligence. 

Lena mumbled to herself as rubbed her temples in a futile attempt to ease her pounding headache. Her office was too bright, the lights stinging her eyes, and she groaned softly, cursing her forgetfulness once more. 

She had so much to do today. Her schedule was busy for the whole week infact, just as it had been for the weeks prior. That was just so much to do and- oh god and there was that board of directors video call this afternoon! She’d forgotten all about it. Again! Shit, she’d nowhere near gotten herself prepared for it. 

“Miss Luthor?” 

Not to mention how much paperwork she’d be receiving on top of everything, it felt as if almost the world had it out for her today. Why did her life have to be so busy all the time, at all hours at the day? 

“Miss Luthor.” 

Wait, was day was it again? She was sure there was something else she needed to do, something urgent which demanded her upmost attention-  

“Lena!” 

The CEO felt herself jump a little at the stern voice of her assistant. When did she get here? Had she been standing there with her arms crossed for long? She could feel her concerned eyes visibly scanning over her hunched form. 

“Sorry Jess,” Lena mumbled an apology before raspily clearing her throat with a short cough as she leant back into her chair following the action with a heavy sigh, “I was in my own world there for a moment. Do you need something?” 

“Miss Danvers is here for your interview.” 

Shit. That was it. Kara had asked her weeks ago if she’d make some on-record comments in order to attempt to ease the city’s worries over the thread of Lex. Not only that, the interview gave time for the two to spend privately together. Lena couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent the night somewhere other than hauled up in her office or hiding down in her lab. Truthfully, she’d been hoping to make it up to her girlfriend. 

“Give me a minute? Then send her in.” Lena punctuated herself with a rough cough, one which had her gripping the edge of her desk to support herself. 

“Miss Luthor, are you up-“ 

“Send her in.” 

Lena slouched back in her chair, her vision still slightly blurry, and her head pounding as if a drumline were practicing inside her skull. Jess hesitated for a moment, clearly concerned, but she nodded and left the room to fetch Kara. 

The CEO sniffled, trying to clear her congested nose. Her throat felt raw, and each cough sent a shiver down her spine. She had wanted to make this interview with Kara special, to show her how much she appreciated her support and love. Now, all she could think about was how she must look right about now. 

She didn’t have much time to ponder on that fact however as the wide door to her office swung open, incoming the human personification of sunshine herself. 

“Lena!” Kara said with genuine worry in her voice. She rushed over to her girlfriend's side, abandoning her notebook and placing a hand on her forehead to check for a fever, “I knew I heard your breathing from outside the door, you sound awful sweetheart.” 

“I’m fine Kara.” The Luthor rasped, her voice cracking as she spluttered against her sore throat, shakily reaching to accept the glass of water her girlfriend had used her super speed to get, “We should get your interview done.” 

“No, you’re not Lena. I know fevers, and I know that voice. The interview can wait, you my love, are sick.” Kara sighed, letting her soft hand move down her cheek to cup the feverishly mumbling CEO’s face. 

“Mm’not.”  

“Mm’yes, you are.” Kara cooed, leaning down before gently blowing a small stream of cold air just above Lena’s forehead, resulting in an insufferable sigh of relief from the feverish woman. The cold air felt wonderful against her hot skin, “Is that a bit better for you my sweet?” 

Lena closed her eyes for a moment, nodding slightly. She savoured the cool breeze which offered her a brief respite from the feverish heat coursing through her body. 

“I should’ve gotten that flu-shot Kar’, I should’ve listened to you, I shouldn’t have stayed at work so-“ 

“Lena, Lena, sweetheart,” Kara cut her off by softly kissing her cheek, looking into her eyes lovingly, “I know.” 

The Luthor murmured something that if it weren’t for her superhearing Kara would’ve been able to hear before her face screwed up in discomfort, her congested breath hitching before she turned to sneeze into her shoulder, whining at the sharp pain the action caused. 

She sniffled, running the edge of her suit to the underside of her nose, “S’cuse me. I’m sorry, God that’s gross.” She grimaced, looking down at her sleeve. 

But Kara wasn’t disgusted. She simply handed her a tissue as she softly shook her head. “You can apologise for lots of things baby, anything you want. But sickness is not one of those, this isn’t your fault. Not one bit. Look at me love.” She tilted up her CEO so that her tired eyes could meet her own, “You do not have to apologise here, we’re gonna get you home and I’m gonna take care of you, okay? 

Lena nodded, trying her best to remain awake despite the need to give into her exhaustion looming over her head, “I have other meetings today Kar’, I can't just go home. Not in the middle of the day.” 

“That’s not how it works sweetheart,” Kara gently wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of Lena's eye, “Baby you can barely hold your head up right now, you’re in no condition to be working. If this us the flu then you’re only going to feel worse as time passes, you need to be at home where I can take care of you.” 

Lena sighed, her resistance crumbling under Kara's love. Deep down she knew her girlfriend was right, she always was, but the weight of her responsibilities was always a burden she found hard to let go of. Especially with the weight of her reputation leaning on her every move. 

"Fine,” She sighed, finally giving in before spluttering into a rough sounding cough, “I can't even think straight. But I have that board of directors' video call later. What am I going to do about that?" 

Kara smiled reassuringly, her blue eyes filled with warmth and determination. "I already told Jess to reschedule when I heard your breathing outside. She’s going to free up the week for you.” 

Lena leaned into Kara's touch, finally into her fatigue, "You’re amazing Kara, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Kara gently kissed her forehead. "You'll never have to find out, my love. Now, let's get you home and start taking care of you. I've got chicken soup, a warm blanket, and all the love in the world waiting for you." 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ 

The next year Lena had gotten her vaccine though, she’d learnt her lesson well and truly but even still, it didn’t come without its drawbacks.  

“There, we go. All done.” The nurse tending to her had smiled as she pressed a cotton swap to Lena’s arm, quickly covering the area with a plaster, “Expect some slight tenderness and potentially an elevated temperature for the next day or so but other than that you should be fine. You’re free to go now Miss Luthor.” 

‘Light soreness’ yeah fucking right. Lena groaned to herself as she groggily woke up in her girlfriend’s the next morning, wincing at her throbbing arm as she pushed herself to sit upright.  She could hear Kara humming from the kitchen, presumably making a start on breakfast as the CEO rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to her. The room was still dimly lit, and her arm felt heavy and achy. She reached over with her good arm to grab her phone, checking the time. It was still fairly early. Enough time to take a shower before work at least. 

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine. She was probably running a temperature, just as the nurse had warned her, she though, finally noticing how her thin shirt was uncomfortably clinging to her skin, already damp in places.  

Wobbling slightly, she made her way to the bathroom, her steps unsteady as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her slightly paler than normal skin was laced with small beads of sweat. Her face crinkled up into a grimace at her reflection. Lena sighed before she peeled off her damp shirt and stepped into the shower, turning it on and letting the water fall over her. 

Lena stood under the warm spray of the shower, the water cascading over her body, offering some comfort against the growing discomfort in her arm and the fever that was creeping up on her. She couldn't help but shiver, despite the soothing heat of the water, her body's response to the elevated temperature.  

As she let the water flow over her, Lena felt an unusual heaviness in her limbs. It was as if the warmth of the shower was making her drowsy. The soap slipped from her fingers as she tried to lather up, her movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated. Lena's eyelids began to flutter closed, and she had to shake her head to stay awake. 

The fever was taking hold of her, and the exhaustion that came with it was making itself known. She leaned against the shower wall for support, her head feeling like it was filled with cotton, her vision becoming a bit hazy. Lena hurried up and finished her shower as quickly as she could manage, trying her best to ignore the spreading deep aches travelling down her arms as she did so. The warm water did little to alleviate her chills so with a defeated sigh, the Luthor stepped out of the shower and herself in a towel before heading back to the bedroom, her movements slow and unsteady. 

The Luthor sighed to herself before opening her wardrobe. All her suits and fancy shirts were hung neatly on the rail and the mirror on the back of her closet door made her groan inwardly. Her once pale cheeks now had developed a rosy flush that extended down to her neck and chest, contrasting with her slightly clammy skin. Not only that, but she could also quite clearly see a bruise forming where she had been injected. 

She considered the possibilities. Could she call in sick? The very thought of it made her cringe. She knew she had a demanding schedule at L-Corp, important meetings, and projects that required her attention, but right now, the thought of going to work was unbearable. Lena's normally sharp mind felt foggy, and her limbs weighed a ton. She leaned on the closet door for support, trying to gather her thoughts. But when the beginning of a headache forming behind her temples made itself known the Luthor finally dropped her shoulders in defeat as she gave into the urge to stay home, turning away from her closet and heading over to pull on some cosy pyjamas from Kara’s own drawer. The soft fabric was a welcome relief against her sensitive skin. 

As she padded slowly into the kitchen, Lena was greeted by the sight of Kara expertly plating up their breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked food teased her senses, making her stomach grumble. However, it was the sight of her girlfriend, dressed in one of Lena's shirts that was comically oversized on her, that brought a genuine smile to her face.  

Hesitating for just a moment, Lena approached Kara from behind and wrapped her arms around her, resting her head against the back of Kara's shoulder. "Mmm, what's cooking, darling?" Lena murmured; her voice noticeably weaker than usual. She felt a pang of guilt for the inconvenience she was causing, but the warmth of Kara's body against hers was too inviting to resist. 

Kara turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she continued to plate their breakfast, “Blueberry pancakes and bacon, thought I’d give you a little treat to make you feel a little better.”    “How did you-” Lena began, her face wearing a confused look. 

“You forget I have super hearing babe; I know all the little noises you make when you’re not quite feeling 100% and you forget I know you. The last time you got vaccinated it hit you pretty hard, I figured this one wouldn’t be kind either.” Kara explained with a smile before she turned around with two plates in hand, sliding them onto their small kitchen island. 

“Thank you.” Lena murmured quietly, quickly kissing her girlfriend’s cheek as she sat herself down on a stool, “I’m gonna stay home today.” 

Kara nodded and couldn’t help but return the gesture, "That’s a smart decision love, I’m proud of you for choosing too. We can't have you going to work feeling like this, can we?" Kara watching her girlfriend take a small bite of her bacon before she raised a gentle hand to her forehead to check her temperature. "You're definitely running a fever pumpkin. I think it's a 'stay in and cuddle’ kind of day for you today, sweetie." 

“I know you don’t like it princess, I know, but you need to take it anyway for me darling.” 

Lena glanced up at Kara with a soft smile. "You always know how to take care of me, don't you?" 

Kara chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of Lena's hair away from her face. "Of course, sweetheart. You're my number one priority. Now, let's enjoy breakfast, and then we can spend the day here, cuddled up together. I'll make sure you're feeling better by the end of the day." 

Lena's smile grew as she picked up a piece of bacon and fed it to Kara, the simple act of being cared for and pampered by her girlfriend making her feel a little better already. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ 

Sometimes though, Lena needed Kara even when she didn’t know it herself. Lena Luthor, the shunned daughter of the Luthor household, the CEO of L-Corp and National City’s own personal underserving scapegoat was criminally overworked – like always. 

Last week, there had been a city-wide emergency revolving a chemical leak coming which has been framed to look like it had originated at L-Corp. Of course, it hadn’t, The DEO had managed to track down and apprehend the real culprit but much to the heartbreak of Kara, the unchanging media had forced their resident Luthor to bore the blame. 

Lena hadn’t taken it well. Well, who could blame her? The Luthor had claimed she needed some space at the beginning of the week before she had disappeared down to her private lab. But now it was Wednesday and Kara’s small inkling of worry was beginning to grow. She knew Lena often needed private time to process her feelings, but this was different. She hadn’t been home all week, opting to sleep in her lab, and deep-down Kara knew the meals she’d been bringing to the lab more than likely sat untouched in their tupperware containers. So, the blonde decided enough was enough, if Lena wasn’t going to look after herself, then she would simply have to do it for her. 

Lena's dedication to her work was admirable, but this was different – it felt like a retreat, a withdrawal from the world and so unable to resist any longer, Kara made her way to L-Corp, her super-speed making the journey swift. Walking down the pristine corridors, it wasn’t hard to miss the stolen worried glances the other employees had been sending the blonde as she approached the doors to Lena’s lab and she couldn’t help but worry if anyone else had tried to talk some sense into her girlfriend and in return had been on the receiving end of a less than polite lecture about letting her work in peace.  

Kara hesitated for a moment before gently pushing open the heavy lab door. The sterile smell of chemicals and the hum of machinery greeted her as she stepped inside. The lab was dimly lit, with various screens and monitors displaying complex data. In the centre of the room, Lena hunched over a worktable, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. As she suspected, her meals sat in the exact spot Kara had left them, the only source of nutrition her girlfriend appeared to have had was the seemingly forgotten half eaten granola bar sat amongst her work. 

"Baby?" Kara called softly, trying not to startle her. Lena looked up, her eyes bloodshot and fatigue evident on her face. The lines of stress seemed to have etched themselves deeper into her features. 

"Kar’?" Lena's voice was strained, and she forced a weak smile. "What- Why are you here?” 

Kara stepped closer; her blue eyes filled deep with worry. "Lena, it's been days. You can't live on granola bars and caffeine. You need rest, proper meals, and some fresh air. Staying in here, like this. It isn’t good for you sweetheart.” 

Lena huffed, looking back at her work. "I can't afford to rest, Kara. Not now. Not when there's so much at stake. Not when the world blames me for things I didn't do." 

Kara sighed, her concern deepening. "Lena, you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You're human, just like the rest of us. You need to take care of yourself too." 

Lena glanced back at Kara, her expression a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "I know, but it's hard to convince the world of that when all they see is the Luthor name." 

Kara walked over to Lena, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to convince anyone right now. Let me take care of you. Come on, let's go sit somewhere more comfortable than these lab stools, hm?” 

The Luthor seemed to hesitate for a moment but after a second, she finally nodded. Kara guided her over to a comfortable sofa in the corner of the lab. Lena sank down onto it, the weariness evident in every movement. Kara fetched a blanket from a nearby shelf and draped it over her. 

Lena leaned into Kara's touch, her eyelids growing heavy. "You didn't have to come for me, Kara. I can handle myself.” 

"I know you can, but I will always for come for you Le’. Always." The blonde murmured with a soft smile. "You're my person, Lena. And right now, my person needs to rest. You’re exhausted sweetheart, c’mon, close those eyes for me darling.” 

As Lena did as she was told and closed her eyes, Kara sat down next to her, letting her girlfriend rest against her. The hum of the lab equipment became a distant background noise as Kara gently stroked Lena's hair as the exhausted women finally allowed herself to slip into a peaceful sleep. Maybe taking her home right away would’ve been more comfortable for the two of them but right now, Kara was just content to hold her close, protecting her girlfriend from the rest of the world.  

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ 

It wasn’t always Lena who sometimes needed a little bit of care though. Sometimes Supergirl herself needed to be taken into her girlfriend’s arms and be doted over.  

The city of National City had been enjoying a relatively peaceful week Kara had enjoyed a fairly quiet week, successfully thwarted a few minor threats here and there all whilst diligently finishing up her latest CatCo report, ready to be published the following week. It was mundanity of the week that had left her so taken aback when at half 2 in the morning, Kara’s phone rang out, waking up the two previously sleeping women. 

“mm’ who is it?” Came the groggy mumble of Lena as she slowly rolled over, eyes closing reflectively as the bright light from the phone screen bore into her eyes. 

“Hello? Alex? What-” Kara answered sleepily before her whole demeanour shifted and she shot up out of bed, using her superspeed to change into her suit before Lena had even had the chance to ask what had gone on. 

“There’s been a breakout at the DEO, they need all the help they can get, they're low on agents as it is.” Kara kissed Lena on the forehead before pulling the ruffled side of the blankets where she’d been previously led back to cover her girlfriend, “I’ll be home when I can. Go back to sleep sweetheart. I’ll call you as soon as we get things under control. I love you.” 

Kara zoomed out of the apartment window, leaving behind a gust of wind that ruffled Lena's hair and left behind the scent of Kara's favourite vanilla-scented shampoo. Lena lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, before a deep sigh escaped her lips. It wasn't the first time Kara had been called away in the middle of the night to deal with a crisis, but it never got easier. 

The DEO facility was in chaos when Kara arrived. Alarms blared, and agents rushed in all directions. Without hesitation, she joined the efforts to subdue the escaped prisoner who had been currently hellbent on smashing through every single security door needed to reach the outside world. 

As the two fought, Kara's eyes glowed with determination as she confronted the escapee, her heat vision ready to contain the threat. her strength and speed gave her an edge. However, in the heat of the moment she ignored her growing weakness and forced herself to go beyond her limit, the thought of this creature being unleashed onto the city was something she couldn’t allow and would stop by any means possible. 

Focusing intensely, Kara unleashed a powerful burst of heat vision. The energy surged with an intensity that was far beyond what she had intended. The force not only incapacitated the escaped prisoner but also overloaded Kara's own Kryptonian abilities. In a blinding flash, she felt a sudden weakness overtaking her. As the red glow faded from her eyes, panic set in. Kara stumbled backward, clutching her head, as she realised the ramifications of her mistake. The once invincible Supergirl now felt strangely mortal. The room seemed to spin, and she staggered back, relying on a nearby table for support she regathered her bearing. 

Soon the room was crowded with agents, apprehending the creature, taking them back down to a more secure cell until they investigated the root of this escape. Once the immediate threat was contained, Alex rushed to Kara's side, concern etched across her face. "Kara, are you okay?" she asked, guiding her sister to a nearby chair. 

Kara shook her head, feeling disoriented and weak. "I- I don’t know," she admitted, rubbing her temples as if trying to alleviate the sudden headache that had overtaken her. "I think I overused my heat vision." 

J'onn approached, his worried eyes studying Kara carefully. "Your powers might need some time to recharge. You've exerted yourself beyond your usual limits," he explained, his voice a calm reassurance in the chaos of the DEO headquarters, which amongst the chaos of the evening was a much-welcomed sound. 

"I need to get back out there, the agents might need help with-" Kara insisted, attempting to stand. However, her legs felt like jelly, and she stumbled, nearly falling if not for Alex's quick reflexes. 

"Kara, you're in no condition to fight. Let the DEO handle the rest. We'll update you if anything comes up," Alex said firmly, helping Kara back into the chair with a no-nonsense sort of expression smothering her face, "You need to rest." 

Kara reluctantly nodded; it wasn’t like she could argue much anyway. Maybe she could’ve persuaded any other agents but not J’onn and especially not Alex. As she sat there, surrounded by concerned faces, a wave of fatigue washed over her. The adrenaline that had fuelled her actions was replaced by a heavy weariness which settled deep into her joints. 

"I'll take her home," Alex declared, giving the Director a nod. "We'll regroup tomorrow." 

Back at their apartment, Lena wasn’t asleep. How could she? Not when that pit of unrelenting nerves that seemed to shift around in the pit of stomach, keeping her up with worried scenarios of what could happen. When the door creaked open, Lena practically leaped off the couch. Her eyes widened at the sight of Alex supporting Kara, whose usually vibrant and confident demeanour was replaced by exhaustion and fatique.Lena rushed forward, concern etched on her face as she quickly took hold of Kara. 

"What happened?" 

"She overexerted herself during the DEO mission. Her powers need time to recharge," Alex explained, shifting Kara’s weight onto Lena so she could support her fully, “Solar flared.” 

Kara managed a weak smile, “I’m okay.” 

Lena shook her head as she wrapped an arm around Kara’s waist before looking over at Alex for confirmation, "Is she okay?” She asked, the dripping worry in her voice clear. 

"Just tired. I'll be fine after some rest," Kara assured, squeezing Lena's hand reassuringly. 

Alex shot Lena a sympathetic look. "She needs to rest. She’s solar flared before but keep an eye on her, okay? Her power’s typically return in a few days." 

Lena nodded, her worries feeling a little more eased, “Okay. I’ve got her.” 

As Alex left, Lena turned her attention back to Kara. "Come on sweet girl, let's get you to bed," she said gently, helping Kara stand. The two made their way to the bedroom, and Lena tucked Kara in, her touch soft and comforting against the Kyptonian’s now sensitive skin. 

"I'm sorry," Kara mumbled, her eyes still carrying the weight of guilt behind their teary gaze. 

Lena brushed a strand of hair from Kara's forehead. "Hey, it's okay. You do incredible things every day. Everyone has their limits; you just don’t seem to know when yours are. You just need to rest, and your powers will be back soon enough, okay?” 

"Sleep now darling. I'll be right here when you wake up," Lena whispered as she pressed a soft kiss down to Kara’s temple. 

The next morning, Kara woke up feeling groggy. The events of the previous night seemed like a distant dream, and for a moment, she wondered if it had all been some kind of strange hallucination. However, the reality set in as she felt the lingering weakness in her limbs.  

Lena was already up, bustling around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Kara watched her for a moment, appreciating the way the morning light caught Lena's hair, casting a soft glow around her. Lena turned and caught Kara's gaze, a smile playing on her lips. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Lena greeted, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"Morning," Kara replied, her voice still husky from sleep. She attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hit her, and she sank back into the pillows. 

Lena's concern flared up again. "Hey, take it easy. You're still recovering." 

Kara nodded, grateful for Lena's care. "I just feel a little off," she admitted, attempting a smile. 

Lena's expression softened. "Well, you did save the day last night. It's only fair that you get some rest now. I made your favourite breakfast for you; it's on the table." 

Kara's eyes brightened at the mention of food. Despite seeming somewhat dulled, the aroma coming over from the kitchen was enticing and the smell of awaiting pancakes was undeniable. The ravenette helped her sit up and supported her as they made their way to the dining table, kindly setting down a plate of pancakes in front of her girlfriend. 

Kara's stomach rumbled at the sight of the pancakes. Lena had a talent for making comfort food that seemed to have healing properties all on its own. As she took a bite, she couldn't help but appreciate the mix of flavors dancing on her taste buds. 

"These are amazing," Kara mumbled between bites, offering Lena a grateful smile. 

Lena chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. "Well, I figured you needed something hearty after last night's heroics. And don't worry, I made enough for you to have seconds." 

As they continued to eat, Lena couldn't help but notice Kara's occasional sniffles and the way she discreetly rubbed at her nose. Lena arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? You seem a bit sniffly which isn’t like you at all darling.” 

Kara's eyes widened at the question, and she quickly shook her head to deny it, "No, no, I'm fine. It's probably just residual effects from the solar flare.” Of course she knew that wasn’t quite true. Those deep muscle aches, throbbing temples are sore throat didn’t usually come at the loss of her powers what would good would it do letting Lena know that? She was worried enough for her as it was, nevermind adding this to it. 

“Hih’ishoo!” 

As Kara took another bite of the pancakes, a sudden tickle in her nose caught her by surprise. Before she could react, she sneezed loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. Lena blinked; her surprise evident. "Bless you," she said, a bemused smile playing on her lips. "Was that the first time I've heard you sneeze?" 

“I suppose it was.” Kara shrugged, desperate to change the subject. 

"You're not getting sick, are you, sweetheart?" Lena asked again, as she looked into Kara’s eyes through her furrowed brows. 

Kara chuckled weakly, "No way, Kryptonians don't get sick. I don’t get sick.” She fibbed. She knew she’d been sick before but that was way before she met Lena, and it hadn’t ever happened again. That was just a freak incident. A onetime thing... Right? “Besides Le’ when have you ever seen me sick? Never.” 

“Exactly...” Lena mumbled with concern as she put down her own food to cup her girlfriend’s pale cheeks, shaking her head at the subtle heat she felt radiating from them, “You’re a little warm.” She sighed before getting up and shuffling off towards their bathroom much to the disheartenment of Kara who’d tried to call her back to finish her food. 

Lena returned from the bathroom with a thermometer in hand, a determined expression on her face. Kara, still sitting at the table, sighed internally. She knew Lena well enough to anticipate her stubbornness, there was no way of getting out of this. 

"Lena, really, I don't need you to take my temperature. I'm fine," Kara insisted though it fell on deaf ears. 

The Luthor only raised an eyebrow in return, holding the device in her hand. "Humour me, Kara. It won't take long." 

Kara sighed, resigning herself as she opened her mouth, allowing Lena to place the thermometer under her tongue. Lena sat down beside her; eyes fixed on the small device as it measured Kara's temperature. 

The seconds ticked by, and Kara couldn't help but fidget under Lena's watchful gaze. Lena, however, remained silent, her focus unwavering. Finally, the thermometer beeped, and she pulled it out, reading the display, “I knew it.” 

“I’m not feverish.” The blonde mumbled in defeat, sniffling against the back of her hand. There really wasn’t much point trying to be discreet now. 

“Who are you disagreeing with pumpkin? Me or the thermometer?” Lena narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing that Kara couldn’t argue against both. 

“Stupid DEO germs...” Kara mustered a weak smile as she felt Lena press a soft kiss onto her cheek in return, "You're taking care of me now, huh?" 

Lena chuckled, her fingers tracing light patterns on the back of Kara's hand. "It's about time, isn't it? Besides, you're always taking care of everyone else. Now it’s my turn." 

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Mynock Fever

Pairings: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll & Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka Tano Warnings/Notes: Sickness, Fever, Canon Divergence, Sleepover!!!!, Truce, Fellas Is It Gay To Hunt Down The Woman You Want To Rail (You)?, Goth Dad Baylan Skoll, Good Dad Baylan Skoll, She/They Shin Hati, Wolfwren Summary: “It appears my Padawan has come down with Mynock Fever and cannot be convinced to rest.” Baylan’s hands were clasped in front of him, his face remained impassive, though Ahsoka could feel his worry in the force. “What do you want me to do about it?” He cleared his throat. “Your apprentice, Sabine Wren, seems to have a rather positive influence on her, it is my hope perhaps that if she accompanied Shin here, they would be able to get the rest they needed,” “I’m not letting Sabine go anywhere near Morgan and Marrok. You two can come here,” He seemed like he was going to decline, until a loud, chest rattling cough filtered through the speaker off the projection. “We will be there,” Word Count: 4,463 AO3 Link: Here! Notes: Big thanks to Steelgrace for this rec, and for helping me figure out all of the intricacies! Here is the link I used for the lullaby (edited for Mando'a), And another thanks to Steel for helping me with translations. Also, I cannot believe I didn't post anything yesterday. I have failed you... I have failed you.

Ahsoka went to the meetup point alone, she had not told Sabine about their soon-to-be guests, or the circumstances of her departure. The Imperial shuttle set down in the clearing, when she reached out, the Togruta sensed only two being inside the ship. The ramp lowered to reveal Baylan Skoll, his arm wrapped around his apprentice, who’d shrunk into her cloak with the hood tugged over her head. The skin she could see was paler than normal, their shoulders shaking as if they were cold, tucked closer to her Master’s side than Ahsoka would have thought possible.

Shin looked smaller without all of her armor, her robes wrinkled and messy, hanging off of their shrunken frame. A mask looped around their ears, covering their nose and mouth, though Ahsoka’s montrals picked up on each wheezing breath.

Baylan’s eyes scanned their surroundings as he led Shin off of the ship, a bag slung over his shoulders, the armor Shin normally wore tied to the outside of the bag, clinking softly with each step. “Thank you for taking us,” He greeted with a dip of his head. Both of their sabers hung from each belt, and he must have sensed Ahsoka’s distrustful gaze. “Shin, give me your saber,”

“Master..?” Their voice was hoarse, thick and stuffy as they leaned further into him for support, hand unwinding from the fabric of their cloak to retrieve the saber tucked against her hip. Trembling hands passed the weapon over, though it was not taken far, clipped to Baylan’s belt beside his own. “Trust goes both ways, Lady Tano..” He reminded at the scrunching of Ahsoka’s facial markings. “We are putting ours in you,”

Relenting, Ahsoka nodded her head, arm sweeping towards her speeder parked in the brush. “Your ship will be safe here, though I suggest making sure it’s locked. The wolves can open unlocked doors,” Ahsoka warned, listening as their ramp raised and ship sealed itself.

Baylan helped Shin into the speeder, allowing the young woman to tuck into his side once more as Ahsoka shot the speeder across the thirty minute trip back to the two small buildings that made up their home. A pre-fab building had been erected near Sabine and Ezra’s tower. A mop of orange and red hair was leaning over the railing, though Ahsoka could feel the Apprentice’s eyes on her as she pulled up.

By the time the speeder pulled to a stop, Sabine was leaning against stacked crates nearby, arms crossed over her chest with confusion pulling at her face. “I’ve picked up some guests for a few days,” Ahsoka greeted as she slid out of the speeder, head turning back to Shin and Baylan as he helped Shin out of the back of the speeder.

“Woah, what happened to her?” Sabine pushed off her spot, closing the distance between herself and Ahsoka as Baylan approached.

“Mynock fever, it seems they’ve picked it up on our travels,” Baylan informed the jedi as Shin finally raised her eyes from the dirt.

“Jeez, Shin,” Sabine offered a crooked smile in greeting. “Never got vaccinated for Mynock fever?”

Shin blinked slowly. “Vaccinated?” Their brows furrowed in confusion, and they glanced towards Baylan, who seemed as equally confused by the other Jedi at their response.

Realization crossed Baylan’s face, his hand raising to press his fingers into the bridge of his nose. “Of course they never had you vaccinated on Balosar,”

“Bal-“ She hadn’t known Shin had come from Balosar, Shin had never told, and Sabine had never asked, all she really knew of the planet was how few humans could survive long periods without a large sum of creds to keep supplying oxygen.

Ahsoka’s hand on her own stopped her from questioning further, it wasn’t their place to question yet. “It would be wise to get it handled in the city once they are well again,”

“I’m right here,” Shin rasped over the conversations around her, arms hanging to the side before falling with a smack to her sides. The blonde’s weight shifted unsteadily, though before Baylan could reach to steady her, Sabine was taking a large stride forward, allowing the blonde to grab onto her arm, sliding her other arm around them.

Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine let Shin lean into her. Truly, they didn’t care who was holding them up, or even if they fell… the Lothal dirt seemed pretty comfy, Sabine would know, they should ask…

“Hey, I’m gonna take her inside?” Sabine broke apart the quiet conversation between the Masters, nodding her head towards the tower. Baylan eyed her with something protective that both warmed her heart and put her on edge. She was no fool, she’d seen the holo of him killing the rebellion leaders to free Morgan, getting on his bad side (outside of his… bad side; the side that made them enemies) was not something she wanted to test out.

Shin didn’t seem to care about who was leading her away from the group, and Sabine was grateful to not have the usual homicidal comments sent her way in front of Baylan and Ahsoka. In fact, the Gray Jedi didn’t even seem to realize or care that she was moving, feet dragging through the dirt as Sabine led the way.

“Jeesh, Kurs’kaded, you’re in rough shape,” Sabine commented as she guided the woman into the tower, brushing their hood off their head as the door slid shut so she could press the back of her hand to their burning forehead. Their roots were a startling mess of brown, that she absolutely was not expecting to see from the blonde.

“How long have you been laid on your ass like this?” Sabine questioned as she settled them into her bed, pulling their cloak away only to replace it around her shoulders with the softest blanket she had.

“Weeks,” They sunk into the mattress and the familiar warmth and smells as Sabine fretted about to cover them up in blankets.

Sabine paused, brows furrowing as she turned to stare at the blonde. “We fought last week-“ She settled herself on the edge of the bed and a look of mock hurt crossed her face. “Wait, is that why I beat you?” A smile flickered across their lips from under the mask as Shin nodded.

“I mean, as much as I liked handing you your own ass, it’s less fun knowing it took you being sick for it to happen,”

“I could have beaten you, if I wanted,” Shin leaned back into the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as she burrowed into the blankets.

“Mhmm, get some rest, copikla,”

Defaulting to what she knew best, Shin obeyed the gentle command, drifting off into a feverish sleep.

Two sets of footsteps ascended the steps until the door was sliding open again. Ahsoka and Baylan both stepped into the tower to see Sabine working over a portable hot plate on the table, the beginnings of a pot of pog soup brought to a boil inside. “Shh,” The Mandalorian warned, gesturing to the sleeping ball of murder curled up in the corner of the room.

“Wait, is her hair brown?” Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed at the tops of Shin’s head, glancing towards the hair care and weapons expert.

“Yeah, she does the same thing I do,” Sabine pointed out quietly as she added spices to the pot. “Actually,” Her attention turned to Baylan. “They said you help her take care of it,” The civility was weird, for Sabine, though this was not her first experience being friendly with an enemy (considering the woman that had tried to murder her was snoring quietly in her bed), and she could at least play nice so long as it was returned.

“Yes, every few weeks,” He and Ahsoka lowered themselves into the open chairs in sync, the Togruta focused more on the conversation of human hair than anything else. “Although I hadn’t wanted to do the latest treatment until she was feeling better,”

Sabine nodded along, pleased with his answer as she settled into the open chair between the two older force-sensitives. “So, what’s all this about Balosar? That’s the core world they turned into a trash heap, right?”

Baylan scratched a hand through his beard in thought, debating on what he should provide about his Apprentice’s upcoming. “I can only offer some of the details, the rest you will need to ask her yourself.”

Sabine planted her elbows on the table and leaned in. “Spill,” A smile twitched at her lips, and she could see Ahsoka’s shoulders moving in silent laughter in her peripherals.

The older man only looked confused for a moment, though he did not bother to question their amusement. “As you know, a force sensitive child in the galaxy after the Jedi Purge was a danger, they would reach into their abilities and cause havoc, which oftentimes would lead to Imperial… intervention,” The Mercenary stroked his beard, lips pressing into a line as he pondered the piece they would have played in Shin’s life if he hadn’t shown up, how different she would be from the woman he raised and how similar she would instead have been with Marrok.

“I picked up on her fledgling presence and requested that Imperial presence in the area to clear until I could investigate. She’d been using the force to help her survive, which had only gone so far on a toxic planet unfit for humans, and an overpopulation rate that made the most basic of tasks nearly impossible. The healthcare on Balosar only extends to their corporate elite, the most she received was a used oxygen tank every handful of cycles.” His hands folded onto the table as he looked to his sleeping Padawan fondly.

“When I retrieved her, no one had inquired on my intentions, though I was stopped and… forced to buy out her employment with one of the Line Supervisors for the company that had hired her. Of course, when we were back on my ship, we had been more focused on the pressing ailments than that of routine vaccinations,”

“Wait, doesn’t Balosar export Death Sticks?” Sabine’s nose crinkled. “They hired a kid for their shit?” Anger rose in her blood, boiling like the soup in the center of the table.

“Sabine, mind your feelings,” Ahsoka called, her hand resting on Sabine’s arm, gesturing with her eyes to the shifting body in the nest of blankets, the spark of her anger causing unrest in their state.

“Right, yeah, calm,” Sabine huffed as she dropped back into her seat. “She didn’t deserve that,”

“She didn’t- doesn’t” Baylan corrected with a nod of his head, eyes warm as he glanced between the apprentices, through his shared bond with Shin, he’d been able to feel the spark of another bond that they had cherished just as dearly. Shin’s reaction to Sabine’s feelings even in her state of feverish sleep directed him to the other that his Padawan had felt dearly about (though he never would have guessed anyone else, it was nice to have the force confirm it).

“Shin has come a long way from Balosar, though many of her habits have stuck onto her, I am afraid that my own teachings in survival may have even reinforced some of their more unhealthy mechanisms, which is why I had sought you out, Lady Wren.”

“You have sparked something in my Apprentice that I had not known was possible for her to safely experience, it has been fortuitist in her training and connection with the force.”

Sabine relaxed at the words, a fond smile flickering at her lips as she fought off the feeling of smugness that settled into her chest.

“Shin has been helping Sabine as well,” Ahsoka pointed out, waving her hand towards the portable hotplate to turn down the heat with the force. “Both with her connection to the force, and her saber training,”

“Shin has been looking for a fight with a lightsaber user for some time, it’s a wonder they haven’t killed each other, but she spoke highly about Sabine’s aptitude, she believes you would be more comfortable in form three, or perhaps, adapting your culture into how you learn.”

“Wait, Shin talks to you about me?”

“All the time,” His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle as the Mandalorian’s cheeks turned red and she looked down, a smile tugging at her lips fondly.

Ahsoka’s facial marking raised, shooting a knowing smirk towards Baylan to convey that likewise, Sabine talked about Shin more often than she even realized.

“Okay, before I get embarrassed any more-“ Sabine started, rising to her feet to shuffle through the cabinets along the wall. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for cleaning up the clutter before their surprise guests had arrived.

Four bowls were set out, the serving spoon passed to Ahsoka to fill each bowl while she rummaged through the cabinets for the caf pods. “ ‘soka, the pods okay for tea?”

“Yes, thank you,” The Togruta answered as she poured each serving, moving to the counters to grab silverware for each bowl.

“Baylan? Tea, caf, water? Might have some flavor pods too,” Sabine called over her shoulder, just loud enough to not disturb Shin’s sleep yet.

“Water is alright, thank you,” The man’s head dipped in thanks, taking the bowl Ahsoka slid over to him in much of the same manner.

Drinks were passed around as the three settled in, Shin’s bowl set aside and covered to keep warm, giving her a few more moments of restful sleep as the three ate in peace and general quiet.

Sabine was the first to finish, offering a lopsided smile at the fond shake of Ahsoka’s head. “I’m gonna go wake her up,” She declared, uncovering the bowl and grabbing another glass to fill with water before making her way to the small bed in the corner.

Sabine settled the bowl and cup on the nightstand, laying her hand out on Shin’s leg to offer a small shake. “Kurs’kaded,” Her voice was quiet, the running water from the sink across the home as Baylan and Ahsoka did dishes, keeping her soft words between them.

Shin groaned in discontent, though her body leaned closer to the warmth offered by Sabine’s hand. “Come on, I made pog soup,” She bartered, lips pulling into a smile when the woman’s eyelids began to flutter open.

“What the krif is a pog?” Shin rasped as she freed her face from the blanket nest. The mask she’d been wearing had been pulled off from her shifting around in their sleep, allowing Sabine to study chapped lips and each labored breath they managed through their mouth.

“It’s a kind of soup, Mandalorian thing, but it’s good, and you need as much liquid as possible, or you’re gonna dry up. And then you’ll die,” She exaggerated with a smile that widened with her victory in the form of Shin’s eyes rolling.

Helping Shin sit up better and piling pillows at their back, the Mandalorian grabbed the bowl from the table. When Shin started trying to free their arms from her burrito, the other woman shook her head and raised a spoonful of soup to their lips. “It’s not the first time, you know,”

Shin looked like they were going to argue that point, but with both of their masters less than twenty feet away, commenting on their prior experiences having followed being fucked ‘stupid’, didn’t necessarily seem like the wisest option. Instead, they parted their lips and allowed Sabine to feed her.

It was slow work, making sure that she could handle the broth, and then the various vegetables and chunks of meat she’d added for Ahsoka’s sake.

Once the bowl was mostly empty, Shin adjusted herself to lean forward, forehead pressing against Sabine’s bicep as the woman wrapped an arm around her. “This happen a lot of the time?” She whispered gently, her head turning to press her lips to a burning forehead.

Shin nodded her head slowly, a quiet grumble meeting her question as she shifted enough to get one arm free of the blankets, reaching to fist into the fabric of Sabine’s shirt.

“Your Master’s acting like this is the first time he’s noticed,” Her voice dropped lower, barely even a whisper in Shin’s ear as she glanced at the man who was sitting and engaged in quiet conversation with Ahsoka once more.

“ ‘hid it,” They managed, voice muffled by Sabine’s arm. “took other jobs, away,” there was something in her voice that was thick with dissatisfaction and self-loathing, something Sabine was intimately familiar with.

“This is the first time you haven’t been able to go somewhere else,” Sabine realized out loud, though the blonde nodded her head as if asked a question. “We’ll get you what you need before you go, should look into everything else you missed out on too, you know?”

Shin didn’t answer, hand twisting further in Sabine’s shirt as her weight shifted to try and find comfort while still touching her moon.

“Alright, scooch over,” The woman kicked off her boots before sliding into the rest of the small space, though it was quickly cleared by Shin practically laying themselves on top of her the moment Sabine had settled.

By the time Sabine was comfortable, Shin’s breaths had already slowed to an easy slumber, her face relaxed enough that the hard lines around their eyes could soften. Encircling her arms around their waist, Sabine settled in, she mouthed her goodbyes to the two Masters as Ahsoka guided an only mildly hesitant Baylan out of the tower. Nix was let back into the room, finding himself a spot on Shin’s back where he curled up and purred loudly against her.

There was an overwhelming loneliness, choking like a vice grip around her throat, a heavy fog that sat heavy in her lungs, and the strike of fear that ignited the blood in her veins.

Baylan, where’s Baylan? Where am I? Where do I go from here? What should I do?

Sabine’s nose twitched in her sleep as her nightmares shifted with an overpowering sense. Ezra, Kanan, Ketsu, and Mandalore were replaced by faces she could not see, crowded city streets and the sour tang of acidic air and ash. Cartons of death sticks and spice were passed between hands, death hung around each street corner; Sabine became aware of the feeling of bodies at her feet, all faceless, but being trampled by the moving streets. Her legs looked small, and certainly not her own, or any that could belong to a human woman in her late twenties, they looked like those of a small child.

She could see the back of Baylan Skoll’s head, though, and she knew she needed to get to him as each breath grew harder to take in but he wouldn’t stop! “Master!” She was calling above the roar of the street, though her voice came out weak and broken, the poisonous atmosphere was taking its toll-

Sabine startled awake as the body pressed into her delved into a fit of gasping coughs, each breath a struggle as her lungs wheezed. “Shin,” Sabine called, consciousness finding her quickly as her adrenaline started pumping.

“Kurs’kaded,” She called again, reaching to press guide their hands up and uncurl them from her side, rolling the blonde onto her back so her lungs could properly expand as she sucked in each breath. When her eyes snapped open, they were full of tears that fell hot down her face, like a river of lava on Sullust.

There was a brief moment of hesitance in the gray apprentice, the force thrumming between them before they were pressing their face harder into Sabine’s shoulder, nails pressing past the material of her shirt and into the soft flesh underneath, grounding themself to the living, breathing person in her grasp.

Somehow, the grip Shin had on Sabine was strong enough to rival the fear in her veins when she’d woken up, though she didn’t dare offer any less pressure returned as she hugged the blonde closer. “I’m right here, ner Kurs’kaded,”

Sabine knew enough now about their connection that the emotions that were pressing in on her own heart were not her own. She also knew that she was entirely inexperienced in sending feelings not influenced by the ones being pushed on her, echoing back the panic and pain that was expelled out to her as all she could do was press Shin’s head close and hope that the heavy thumping of her heart would be enough to help.

The overwhelming fear starting to fade, Sabine finally no longer had an irrational fear of Baylan leaving her (despite her own issues regarding the prior abandonment of her own Master), and she could breathe again.

“Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.”

Sabine’s voice was soft, throat still thick with the force of the emotions projected onto her from the blonde that was using her as a lifeline. The lullaby was one Hera had sung to her once, when she’d been in a position much like Shin’s; feverish and scared. She only learned it after Jacen’s birth, and had recited it to the screaming infant only a handful of times, but the promises were etched into her heart either way.

“Let Naboo’s cerulean ceiling form a canopy o’er your head, as her bright, sparkling waters flow through lovely landscapes green, while sweet shaaks frolic ‘cross the plains. They won’t disturb your beds, so you may sleep peacefully in pleasant pastoral scenes.”

Nix, who had been brushed aside some time during the night, was rubbing his face into Shin’s arm, his weight settled half on the small mattress and half on Sabine’s hip. Hir purring broke the space between each breath, and eased some of the tension in the gray apprentice

Shin’s shoulders started to ease, her breathing quieting, and her fingers loosening from their crescent shaped indents placed deep in Sabine’s abdomen. When Shin’s fingers released from her stomach and started to brush through the soft fur along Nix’s spine, calm finally settled over both women. “Hey,” Sabine started, offering a lopsided when half-lidded, silvery blue pools met her own again.

“Hi,” They rasped, shifting under the blankets to lay more on the mattress than to weigh down the Mandalorian below her. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Di’kutt,” The woman smiled warmly as she shook her head. “Those were some feelings,” She decided, sure that telling Shin that being suffocated emotionally and in her sleep like that wasn’t pleasant, wouldn’t bring a smile to her kurs’kaded’be face like the thought on injuring her in a fight would.

Shifting to sit up and hissing at the dig of claws into her hip at her movement, Sabine sat up, leaning back against the small headboard and allowing Shin to wordlessly obey the silently invitation into her lap. Their head tucked into her shoulder once more as they settled to straddle her lap, legs sliding to hook under Sabine’s own as they relaxed into the woman again.

“Like you, I have to work on my shielding,” Shin grumbled into Sabine’s shoulder as the Mandalorian’s hand started to brush out her hair, running brown and blonde locks across her fingers with a soft hum.

“Not with me,” The flash of their eyes on her had Sabine rushing to continue. “You don’t have to shield yourself from me, what you’re feeling, I want to feel it,” A sleepy kiss was pressed into their cheek. “I want to feel you, all of you; whether it’s through your lightsaber in my stomach, or when you kick my ass sparring, when you come and I get to experience it through your side- absolutely divine experience, by the way,- and when your feelings get too much, I want to share that with you, I just… want you, in sickness and in health,”

Shin’s mouth gaped, opening and closing for a moment before she pitched forward, arms wrapping around her moon’s neck. They weren’t sure how to respond, not verbally at least. It seemed Sabine got what she wanted, however, because she pulled back enough to catch Shin’s gaze. “I’m not fucking you while you’re sick, cyar’ika.”

They grumbled in mild disappointment, though a smile twitched at her lips. Their head ducked back against her shoulder and Sabine settled them back down. When teeth dug into her shoulder, the Mandalorian only exaggerated a sigh and brought her hand back to Shin’s hair to card back through the messy strands.

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When morning came, Shin’s fever had broken, and she’d even had enough energy to help Sabine cook breakfast. Which ended with a counter on fire, an angry Nix, and Baylan taking over for his disaster of a daughter.

It took Shin another three days to get into Capital City and receive the vaccinations she’d missed. During that time, Shin worked on getting back into fighting shape and getting her hair fixed, Sabine was only pretending to be hurt when the Wolf wouldn’t let her bleach it, though, Baylan did a good job for a man who’d never dyed his own hair.

Sabine’s fingers were intwined with Shin’s as they made their way downstairs. Shin and Baylan’s gear was already packed back into the speeder, Ahsoka leaned against the side of the vehicle, laughing with Baylan about an old memory they shared. Sabine could hear the name ‘Anakin’ on her lips, and while her curiosity piked, she kept quiet as they approached.

“Hey, Geezers, get a move on,” She called, making a show out of rolling her eyes as Ahsoka stood.

“Geezers, can you believe that?” Ahsoka remarked, a smile on her lips as she pushed off the side of the speeder. “Padawans these days,”

“Alright, Snips,” Baylan remarked with a hearty laugh, earning a look of mock anger from the relaxed Togruta.

“Hey, don’t forget, I will gut you,”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Sabine stepped back in when Shin’s energy pulsed with a wave of protectiveness. “ ‘soka’s all bark, no bite,”

“Well,” The woman’s hand reached for the thin strap of fabric of Sabine’s muscle shirt to reveal the bruised and bitten skin along her collarbone and throat. “My padawan seems to be taking all the bite with her, these days,”

“It’s like poetry, then,” Baylan joked, hands clasping together at his waist as Shin slipped away from Sabine to join at his side.

“Hey, poetry is good,” Sabine shrugged her shoulders. “It’s an art,”

Mand’alor the Ultimate was a poet, after all and Sabine was proficient at walking the way of the Mand’alor, ever since she took her creed.

Translations: Kurs’kaded - Wolf Copikla - Charming, cute – never use on women unless you want your head ripped off Ner kurs'kaded - My wolf “Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.” - When Tattoine’s two sister suns shine brightly in the sky, and violent sandstorms rush across the sea. No Tusken, Monster, or Bounty Hunter will ever come close. As long as I am here to keep you safe and close to me. Di’kutt, - Idiot: with affection Kurs’kaded’be - Wolf's Cyar’ika. - Darling

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I'm once again obsessed with your writing!! I look forward to your posts every day <3 can I request clingy needy Janis? Where she's constantly attached to reader, way more than normal since she's not usually one to show physical affection that much, maybe a smarty ending

Like A Koala

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: smut mentions at the end, coarse language, mentions of vomiting due to a migraine episode.

In which Janis is acting clingy with reader. It confuses reader but she wasn’t gonna complain about the change of pace. It was finally a peaceful afternoon with Janis.

“Janis? I’m home, baby.” You called out once you’ve entered the apartment. Closing the front door behind yourself, you hear hurried footsteps. And when you turned around, Janis was practically jumping into your arms.

“Hi, you.” You laughed, struggling to put down the two bags of groceries that you were holding in one hand.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, her head buried in your neck. You walked over to the kitchen island with Janis still clinging onto you, to put the bags down quickly before everything fell to the floor.

“I missed you too, baby.” You had a hand on her back and another supporting the rest of her weight, having it under her thigh. “Are you okay?” You asked her softly. Janis was definitely not one to show affection this way, unless she was not feeling well. Thus, you were worried.

Janis shook her head no, still staying in her position. "Baby, please tell me so I can take care of you, alright?" You felt yourself nearly letting go of her and you didn’t want that so you swiftly made your way with her over to the kitchen island and put her down. “Are you sure?” You cupped her face in your hands. Her nose scrunches up, “Maybe I feel like I’m getting a migraine.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do, hm?”

"Cuddles?" Janis requested, a tiny tiny smile tugs at her lips.

"Of course. I just have to put away the groceries first otherwise the things that need to go in the fridge will go bad." You told Janis and she gives you a pout. You detached yourself from her and got to your task of unpacking the groceries. Meanwhile Janis sat on the counter waiting for you, her legs swinging as she does so. You smiled to yourself at the sight, admiring just how cute she seemed. Oddly enough, days like these ones brought peace in your routine which was pretty rare considering Janis' usual personality. Which was great, for the most part, but you needed days where it was like this- no crazy adventures, but just a day inside with your favourite girl. Of course, this doesn't just happen when she wasn't feeling well- it was like this too if you were the one feeling under the weather. All Janis would then focus on was taking care of you. No crazy shit, just like that.

Once you were done unloading the groceries, she asks you to hug her again. Happily, you obliged, the two of you shifting over to the couch. She's been hanging onto you like a koala, which you found to be pretty freaking adorable. "Do you need painkillers?"

"Don't bother. They don't really work."

You shifted yourself just enough so you could shut the curtains and keep out the bright sunlight. As Janis laid her head on your chest, you rubbed her back for a short while before migrating your hand to give her head a massage. "Thank you." She says softly, a smile forming on her face as she shut her eyes. You carefully moved her hand that was under your back away for the sake of her blood circulation, and her grip of her other hand on your shirt, only tightens. She returns to the same position after a few minutes so you didn't bother anymore. Janis needed the rest.

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You read a book while she took a little catnap in your arms. And when she woke up, she tells you that her stomach was starting to hurt. Something she despised and something that terrified her. Janis had emetophobia and migraines would frequently cause her to get sick due to the pain. That combination was one straight from hell- both for you and her. Immediately, tears were in her eyes. Which shattered your heart. But, you kept it together, rubbing her back and reassuring her that she was okay.

“I don’t wanna throw up.” She sniffles, swallowing thickly.

You had a few options now: wait until she has to and ran to let it out, leave her for a minute to go grab the trash can, or take her into the bathroom so the two of you could wait it out. As much as this sucked, she always ended up feeling relief from the pain after throwing up. So you kinda wanted her to throw up so she was less miserable.

“Oh, God.” She presses the bottom of her hand to her forehead, massaging it annoyedly while her eyes were screwed shut. “Can we go to the bathroom?” She requested, “I don’t feel so-”

“Of course, babe.” You helped her up, an arm snaked around her waist. You end up in the bathroom in your room with her. Janis slid down to the floor with her back against the wall, feeling extremely bothered by the heavy aching feeling building up in her stomach. You sat with her, holding her hand as she took some deep breaths. Using your free hand, you ripped some toilet paper off and threw that into the toilet. After going through a few of these episodes with Janis, you’ve learnt a thing or two- this would hopefully prevent any splatter that’d make her feel worse.

“You’re alright, Jan. Just let it out if you feel it, don’t force yourself to hold it back- you’d just feel worse, baby. I’m right here with you.”

Maybe it was the fluorescent white lights she’d mistakenly switched on, but it didn’t take long before her stomach churned and flipped, doing a much dreaded somersault. She leaned over to let the contents of her stomach spill, just in time. You rubbed her back meanwhile, “Jan, don’t look at it. Just close your eyes. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here, honey.”

She was crying, she couldn’t help that- and the throwing up. But she didn’t have much to eat today so she was left dry heaving for about a minute after the fact. Shit, she must’ve been feeling bad for awhile. “Do you wanna get up, Jan?”

She silently shook her head, staring at the floor. You quickly closed the lid of the toilet and flushed it. Washing your hands, you filled a cup with water for Janis to rinse out her mouth before you sat back down with her. “Deep breaths, baby. You’re okay now.” You reminded her. Janis nodded, again not saying a thing. A minute or so later, she looks at you, holding out her hands. You got ahold of them and helped her off the ground. She rinses her mouth to get rid of the awful taste in it before you two went back out. “You want to go back to sleep?” You ask while flipping the light switch to turn the light off.

“No.” She managed. Looking at you longer now, you noticed her eyes were watery and bloodshot, but just slightly.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go sit down on the couch again.”

You offered her a popsicle, which she happily accepted- it soothed the burning feeling in her throat. It was also a way for her to get some water down without actually having to drink a glass of it. And now the both of you were back cuddling on the couch again, just like she’d asked.

“Don’t drip it everywhere.” You told her.

She doesn’t react, but it didn’t bother you. Janis still seemed a little out of it after she had to throw up. You watched her, fingers massaging her scalp then her eyes met yours. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, your heart melts and you smile at her. She does the same back, but a bit of the melted popsicle falls onto your baby blue t-shirt, leaving a purple spot. “Sorry.” She says. “That’s okay.” You chuckle, then planted a kiss at the top of her head.

“You know…” Her hand finds its way onto that spot on your shirt- it was on your chest. “I would totally kiss you but I still feel all gross and disgusting.” Shocked at her abruptly confession, you gulped. “What? Baby, don’t be silly- you’re not feeling well. Why on earth would I want you to do that?”

“Because…” She exhales, “I just noticed you aren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt. And I’m feeling kinda like I wanna do something.”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Okay.” She responded sadly, “Later tonight?”

“If you’re feeling better, then sure.” You laughed lightly.

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Divina falls ill from blood loss, Yoko helps her through it.

Chapter 8 of Scales and Sanguine is live!

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guilty || higuchi/gin sickfic

ao3! please refer to here for tags and warnings :)

"Gin."

Her name, followed by a cough.

She turns, and sure enough, her brother is standing not far from the room she was about to enter, looking like he's on his way out.

"Can you do something for me?" he asks, eyes expectant. She raises a brow. He doesn't often ask her for favors, and especially not at work. "Convince Higuchi to go to the infirmary. Do not let her weasel out of it by saying anything about coming to the meeting with me."

Now, this surprises Gin. She recalls being in this exact situation before but with their roles swapped, and that's happened at least a handful of times. Her brother's health falters often, but Higuchi's doesn't. It's probably more likely that she's injured, but she can't be sure based on her brother's request alone.

Ryuunosuke seems to take her silence as acceptance of the task, and he gives her one last look or confirmation before he walks off. Gin wouldn't have objected to it, but she's slightly concerned about the fact that this means Higuchi likely didn't listen to Ryuunosuke's suggestion. And she always listens to him.

She sneaks inside, not expecting to see Higuchi in the main room. There's an office that she's usually in at the very back, blocked off by another door, likely doing her reports.

So, Gin is quick to peer inside.

"Miss Higuchi?" she whispers. She doesn't want to scare her, but she probably will anyway.

"You scared me," Higuchi gasps, a hand flying up to her chest as if it's to stop her heart from squeezing through her ribcage. She turns around to look at Gin.

Oh no, she looks terrible.

They hold eye contact for a bit longer than normal as Gin tries to take mental notes of what she sees. Higuchi's horribly flushed, particularly her cheeks. Her hair is in complete disarray. It's down, Gin's never seen it down before. Part of her bangs almost seem plastered to her forehead from the sweat that's starting to bead up at her hairline. She's really pale, too, which is making her dark circles a lot easier to see than normal, especially in this dim lights.

"Gin, do you…do you need something?" Higuchi stammers nervously. It's only at this point that Gin realizes she's staring.

"Ma'am, you don't look well," Gin says meekly as she steps further into the room. Surely, she's aware of that. She must not feel well either if she's looking like this on the outside.

Higuchi sheepishly drops her eye contact, and turns her head back to her desk. She must realize she doesn't look well outwardly, either. "I'm…I'm okay. I think, maybe…it was hot today, we were in the sun for a long time…"

Gin would have normally taken that as an excuse, but Ryuunosuke is far worse off in those types of situations, and even he looked completely fine to her just now.

In that case, Gin decides to figure out for herself if she's just hot or she has a fever. She can tell the difference between being overheated and having a fever, she regularly has to check her brother for the same thing. She takes a step to stand beside her chair and tucks a hand under her chin to turn her head just a bit. She lays a gentle hand against her cheek, and it's the kind of warmth she would expect from a fever.

Higuchi's eyes are very, very wide. Gin realizes a little too late that Higuchi probably isn't used to this. Since she has to do this with her brother all the time, and he never reacts, just quietly accepts. This probably isn't a normal thing to do for a person's superior.

"I'm - please forgive me," Gin says, slipping her hand back behind her back and bowing her head as she steps back. She feels her own face start to get red.

Higuchi lays a hand over the spot where Gin's was, just a second ago. Her eyes are still wide. Her cheeks suddenly look much more flushed than they should be. "It's…it's okay."

"I'll be right back," Gin says, deciding on a new mission. There's cooling patches somewhere in the cabinets that she keeps there for her brother. She's sure they would help Higuchi some, until Gin can convince her to go to the infirmary.

She takes a couple of them out of the box and sneaks back in, unfortunately, scaring Higuchi again with the knock. Gin forgets that she's stealthy and Higuchi is easily frightened, it's not a good combination.

As she's taking a cooling patch out of the packet, a recent memory of doing this for her brother gives her an idea.

"Miss Higuchi," Gin says quietly.

Higuchi's eyes peer up at her. She really looks exhausted, but she always listens to what she has to say. Gin feels guilty. She doesn't want to take her away from her work, but if even Ryuunosuke is concerned enough to illicit Gin's help, she needs to do something.

"I just wanted to mention…if you were ill, you work very closely with Akutagawa…"

Higuchi normally would have gotten what Gin was getting at pretty quickly, but she can still see the gears in her brain turning. She doesn't quite understand what she's implying, it seems.

"…Akutagawa has a very weak immune system…if you were to pass something to him…"

Of course, now, Higuchi looks absolutely horrified at the notion. With good reason, too. Only a few weeks ago, her brother was hospitalized for a case of the flu that he caught a Black Lizard grunt that entered their meeting room without permission. It took him quite a while to really recover.

"Oh my goodness, Gin, you're right, I…I'm being very irresponsible, I shouldn't…" she says, setting down her pen.

"It's okay, Miss Higuchi. I can accompany you to the infirmary, if you'd like," Gin says, but Higuchi doesn't seem very focused on that. She stands up from her desk, and holds a hand against the side of her head.

"What…what if I…what if I already passed something onto him?" she says, her voice shaking. Gin's a bit concerned with the look in her eyes as she looks over at Gin. Her other hand uses the chair for support to keep herself up. "Gin…he was so sick last time. I was…I was worried that he wouldn't…"

Gin watches her eyes roll backwards as she completely loses her balance, and she crumples to the floor with the chair.

Gin's reflexes are too fast, though. She catches her before her head can hit anything.

She's so warm. Gin can even feel the fever through her clothes. Gin needs to get her to the infirmary quickly.

"Miss Higuchi?" Gin starts quietly, trying to see if she's got any fight left in her at all, but her concern for Ryuunosuke seems to have sent her over the edge. Higuchi probably would have been much more upset with that idea had she known Ryuunosuke is her brother, but thankfully, she's in the dark about that. For now, anyway.

She scoops her up off of the ground and into her arms without any problem at all, and holds her close to her chest so she's secure.

The infirmary is only a few floors down, easily accessible by elevator, and Gin makes it there with Higuchi half-conscious in her arms without a hitch. She can feel her shift and groan, but she doesn't wake up, not completely.

The nurse Gin sees first is one of two that's allowed to treat Gin personally, one of two who she's known since joining the mafia at age thirteen. She looks happy to see her for a split second before she catches sight of the unconscious woman in her arms that Gin wastes no time in setting down on a cot tucked away in the corner. The second one appears not long after.

She's the only one inside, for now.

The second nurse starts, "Isn't she Akutagawa's -"

"Yes, but she's unconscious," Gin says very quietly, "I don't know who normally treats her. Please, just help her."

The nurses don't waste any time. Gin is, after all, a high level commander, and regardless of their ages and her connection with them, they obey her requests.

She stands back to allow them space. Gin recognizes that she's done the task Ryuunosuke requested her to do, and she could leave at any time, but she can't bring herself to. Leaving Higuchi alone to wake up by herself doesn't feel fair.

"Good evening, sir," a male nurse says upon walking by, one Gin doesn't recognize. She simply nods at him to be polite. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Don't engage with the Black Lizard commander. He's already been helped," one of the nurses hisses at him, to which he flinches back.

"Oh, I'm - my apologies, sir," the nurse nods back.

"Go find some cleaning to do elsewhere," the other nurse orders as she's laying a cooling patch over Higuchi's forehead. The male nurse scurries off, and Gin lets go of her breath. She's always thankful for them keeping up the charade.

"Gin…?"

Higuchi seems to be awake enough to hold her eyes open now. She doesn't seem to see Gin, she's too far away from her leaned against the wall, but she must remember what happened before she blacked out.

She sounds so helpless, and almost sounds afraid. Gin panics. She isn't sure how much she remembers, if she remembers anything at all with that fever. She steps forward to kneel beside the cot and she takes her hand, gently, to try and reassure her. "You're just in the infirmary."

She has to say it very quietly to avoid any ears on them.

Her eyes are bleary and fevered, but she keeps them locked on Gin. Her grip is weak, but she squeezes back. "Did I…"

"You have a hundred and three degree fever, miss Higuchi. We would like to keep you here for a few hours to bring it down some. Overnight would be ideal," one of the nurses tells her more clearly than Gin could have. She grits her teeth. A hundred and three is high. No wonder she looks so rough.

"Over…overnight?" Higuchi asks, turning her head just a bit to meet eyes with the nurse.

"Yes, ma'am. It's eight in the evening, after all," the nurse says.

"It's…it's eight?" Higuchi repeats. She's trying to sit herself up, but one of the nurses aids Gin in gently guiding her back down. "I have to…there's a meeting with Akutagawa, and…my…"

"Please focus on resting, miss Higuchi. Your superior can handle any meeting on his own, I'm sure," the nurse assures her. "We need your health in good shape so you can continue to do your job well."

Gin watches her visibly relax at that suggestion. She's relating it to Ryuunosuke, of course, she can tell. She can't do her job for Ryuunosuke if she's unwell, so she needs to rest in order to feel better quickly to do just that, in her mind.

There's still something unsure in her expression though, as she's starting to lose her battle with sleep.

"Can you…can you do me a favor, Gin…?" she asks, her head slowly rolling to the side to meet her gaze 

"Of course, ma'am," Gin nods.

"I…I need to tell my sister I won't be home on time," she says quietly. "My phone…it's still on the desk, I think…"

Oh. Gin didn't know that Higuchi had a sister. 

"I can do that for you. I'll be back shortly," Gin says with a bow of her head, and Higuchi barely manages a thank you before her eyes shut.

Gin stands in a doorway for a moment, concerned by her condition. She thinks if she makes any kind of call to her sister herself, she'll worry her greatly. She seems to be pretty out of it in general, she might not be able to get her point across. Maybe Gin can do it for her.

She's back at their break room and headed towards the office in no time at all, and she's surprised to see Ryuunosuke sitting at the desk Higuchi was at earlier. Of course, now the lights are off and he's favoring a lamp.

Ryuunosuke doesn't turn his head. "I assume you succeeded."

Gin nods.

"You can speak. No one else is here," Ryuunosuke tells her. She appreciates the reassurance. She's always a little nervous about accidently outing herself, so she never speaks to her brother while they're working.

It looks to Gin like he's filling out the report Higuchi was working on, something she's greatly surprised by. Her brother hates this sort of thing. It frustrates him more than Gin can really understand, so it's interesting to her that he's doing it voluntarily on Higuchi's behalf.

"Did you know miss Higuchi has a sister?" Gin says quietly.

Ryuunosuke turns his head. "I didn't."

"So you're both hiding your sisters from each other," Gin half jokes, holding back a smile under her mask.

Ryuunosuke doesn't smile, but the sound he makes almost sounds like it would have been a laugh as he turns back around. Unfortunately, though, whatever that was seems to have set off his lungs, and he's thrown into a coughing fit that lasts a bit longer than normal.

Gin puts a hand on his back because that's all she can really do, even if it hurts her. It sounds so painful. They didn't used to sound this painful.

"I'll get you some water," Gin says as his coughs finally die down a bit, and she sneaks out of the room to grab in a glass. When she comes back, he's back to the report like nothing happened. She sets the glass on the desk..

"Thank you," he murmurs.

"Are you okay?" she asks. She always does.

"I'm fine," he answers. That's his answer every time, whether he is or not. He takes a few sips of the water.

"Are you sure?" Gin asks again.

"I'm sure," Ryuunosuke tells her. Usually, he's more honest the second time, but Gin will worry regardless. He hands Gin the cellphone that supposedly belongs to Higuchi, apparently looking for something to get her off of his case. "Do as your superior asked of you."

"Right," she says, taking the cellphone and turning it on, onto to be met with a lock screen. "Oh. I don't know her password."

Ryuunosuke sighs for a good five seconds. "It's zero one zero three."

Gin tries not to giggle. That's Ryuunosuke's birthday. Or at least, the one Gin gave him when they were kids. "First of March?"

"Yes. Make your phone call, Gin," Ryuunosuke insists, sounding exasperated.

"I'm surprised she even knows what it is," Gin says. She's glad she knows when it is. She's sure Ryuunosuke hates it.

Gin steps out of the office room as she's looking through Higuchi's contacts and eventually lands on one labeled sister, and she hits the call button without much thought.

She answers right away.

"Hello? Ichiyo?"

Oh, no. Gin forgot she's terrible at this kind of thing. Her stomach turns. She considers hanging up.

"I'm sorry, this is one of your sister's subordinates," she says quietly. Her hand shakes holding the phone, "she - she asked I inform you she won't be home tonight."

"Oh, god, is she okay?"

"Yes ma'am, she's just…under the weather. She's currently being treated," Gin says, trying to make sure she doesn't worry her any further with her choice of words. "I'm calling you on her behalf so she can rest."

"Okay, so she's not hurt. Thank you so much. I really appreciate you telling me." she says, sounding relieved by the explanation. "Which one are you?"

Gin blinks. "I'm sorry…?"

"Oh, I mean…which subordinate? Are you Gin?" she asks expectantly.

Is she still anxious, or is it butterflies? Are those feelings the same? Why does her sister know her name, and enough to know that she's Higuchi's subordinate? Does she talk about her?

"Yes - yes, ma'am," Gin stammers nervously.

"Ichiyo talks about you all the time. You sound like you'd be really pretty," her sister says, and Gin can feel her face getting hot. Higuchi talks about her all the time? Gin sounds like she'd be pretty? No one has ever called her pretty.

Does Higuchi think -

"Anyways, I'm sorry, I'm sure you're busy! Let me know if anything changes with her, and…I guess I'll wait to hear back tomorrow?" she asks, sounding unsure.

"Um, yes - yes, ma'am. I'll make sure of it," Gin says, even nodding despite the fact that it can't be seen.

"Okay. Thank you again, Gin. You guys be careful," she says, and Gin nervously repeats the sentiment before Higuchi's sister hangs up.

Ryuunosuke scares her, she gasps at the sight of him in the doorway. She's not sure how long he's been standing there. He's leaned against the frame with his arms crossed.

"I've never seen you so flustered," he says, looking vaguely surprised. "What did she say to you?"

"She, um…she just…" she mumbles. She doesn't think she wants to repeat any of that, especially not to her brother. "Actually, I should head back, so - so I can tell her."

Ryuunosuke's vague surprised expression remains. "Mhm."

"I think I'll stay with her for a while too," she says. She's still concerned about her being by herself. A hundred degree fever could muddle anyone's brain.

"I'll come join you when I'm finished here," he says.

"Actually, I don't - I don't think you should," Gin says as she slides Higuchi's phone into her pocket.

"And why is that?"

"She's…she's really worried already that she's already passed something onto you. Especially after what happened a few weeks ago," Gin tells him, and she can already tell by his sigh that he doesn't like that answer. "Being near the infirmary in general isn't a good idea for you."

Gin feels guilty. She knows her brother hates being treated like he's fragile, but he is. And sometimes she has to treat him that way. She half expects him to retaliate or argue, but he doesn't. For some reason, he's been much more passive the past few months. Like he doesn't have the grit left to argue.

"Fine," he mumbles.

Gin steps forward to hug him before he can walk away, gently, something neither of them do often at all, but for some reason she feels compelled to right now. He seems unsure whether he wants to reciprocate it at first, but he does. Gin is always concerned about her sickly brother, but Higuchi's worries have reflected onto her even more today.

"Go home and rest when you're done. Or stay here," Gin tells him quietly. There's a bedroom on the opposite side of the office here.

"I'll stay here," he says. "You need to rest as well. Don't stay up all night."

Gin thinks she might if it's to look after Higuchi, but she won't tell her brother.

Once she's back at the infirmary, both nurses out of the room, leaving Higuchi the only one occupying a cot in the corner of the room.

The lights are dim, only a lamp beside her cot is illuminating the room, and that's the only thing that's showing her Higuchi's distressed expression. Gin can't tell if she's asleep or not.

"Miss Higuchi?" Gin starts quietly, sitting at the very edge of the side of the cot.

Higuchi struggles to open her eyes, but once she does, they're locked on Gin and they're full of fear. She tries to sit herself up and a hand flies up to her mouth, and she chokes on her own breath for a moment before she vomits onto the bed sheets before Gin has any time to react. Gin is stunned for a few seconds.

She's hyperventilating. Gin realizes that she's caught her in the middle of some kind of anxiety attack. Gin doesn't think she's going to throw up again, she really thinks that that was purely from nerves.

"Miss Higuchi, can you breathe with me?" Gin says gently with a hand on her shoulder. Gin doesn't expect her to be shaking so much. Gin can hardly hold her hand still

"Gin," she stammers, her eyes wide and wild. She's not looking at her, "what if he dies because of me."

Gin's heart aches. Of course she's thinking about Ryuunosuke.

"Miss Higuchi," Gin starts gently, trying to enter Higuchi's tunneled vision. "Please don't worry so much…I just saw him, he's okay."

She feels so guilty. Tears start to slip from Higuchi's eyes, and she doesn't seem to be able to take in anything she's saying. Gin shouldn't have made her paranoid like that. Sure, it's a possibility, but she's misguided by her high fever.

The nurses appear, seeming to have caught wind of the situation. One of them is quick to take away the soiled blanket and replace it and the other exchanges a worried glance with Gin, but she thinks she can handle this.

She takes Higuchi's hand as gently as she can with both of her own, and that gets her attention. She's really crying now, hot tears streaming down her cheeks that surely aren't helping her feel any better, but she's looking at Gin, at least.

She takes in a deep breath, and holds it for a few seconds before letting go, and hopes that Higuchi will understand she's asking her to do the same. Higuchi's hand is shaking so much. Gin holds it tighter and repeats what she just did, and by the third time, Higuchi seems to have caught on.

"Just keep that going," Gin tells her with a gentle smile, keeping a good grip on her hand. Higuchi's eyes flood with tears again as soon as she says that, and she leans forward to hide her face in Gin's shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice shaking. She's not quite hyperventilating anymore, but she's clearly still not out of the woods.

"It's okay," Gin says. She's a little unsure what to do at first, but she thinks Higuchi is looking for comfort, and Gin is in no place to refuse to give it to her, so she holds her closer with a hand on the back of her head and around her shoulders. "I spoke to your sister, she knows your situation. And I asked Ryuunosuke to stay away from the infirmary for now."

"Oh, that's…that's good," she says quietly.

Gin realizes that she slipped up and used her brother's first name with someone who has no idea they're related, but Higuchi doesn't seem to notice, or at least, she doesn't comment on it. Gin will thank her fever for that.

Gin can feel her start to relax against her, even physically she's less tense, so she takes the opportunity to lie her back down onto the pillows, and she's already looking half asleep again. She can imagine that took a lot out of her with the fever she has.

"I think this fever was brought on by stress," one of the nurses whispers as Higuchi's eyes start to fall shut again. "She should be okay by tomorrow with some good rest."

Gin leans forward to fix Higuchi's bangs just enough so they're not sticking to her face as the nurse works to replace the cooling patch on her forehead.

"Did you hear that? You don't have to worry about passing anything to Akutagawa," Gin tells her quietly, but all she gets from her is a tiny groan.

"Such a selfless woman," the nurse sighs. "To be so concerned about someone else's health with the condition she's in…"

She's always been that way. It's admirable that she can keep that up with everything that goes on in the Port Mafia.

Higuchi's eyes flutter open just a bit, to meet Gin's gaze. "Gin…?"

"Yes?" she asks.

"Are you…are you leaving?" she mumbles.

"No, ma'am, I'm staying here with you," she assures her. Higuchi's hand lays itself over Gin's, her fevered gaze fixed on her.

"Please…lay with me," Higuchi murmurs, her eyes already losing her battle with consciousness. Gin isn't sure if she really wants her to do that, or if she's just her fevered brain. Her own cheeks start to feel hot at the idea, but who is she to refuse her?

Regardless, Gin finds herself taking off her coat, and lying down next to her on the cot. She's feeling tired herself, maybe this isn't a bad idea.

Higuchi's hand looks for something to hold onto, and Gin slips her hand into hers, and it's not long at all before she's relaxed and asleep once again.

How is she going to tell her brother she has a massive crush on his subordinate?