i liked your fic about king taking care of a sick gold and purple, but what about the other way around?
Purple and Gold taking care of a sick King.
Can you write something about that please?
Sickness
Sometimes the caretaker needs care.
Gold knew that something was wrong the moment he stepped out of his room. The lights were out in the house. The was no smell of brewing coffee, baking bread or frying eggs, “Dad?”
He hated how scared he sounded. He hated how that fear rose when his Dad didn’t actually reply.
Taking a deep breath, Gold walked the up the hallway to his father’s room, and opened the door. At first, in the dim light of morning, it looked like the man wrapped in blankets wasn’t breathing.
But then a ragged breath worked its way out and Gold let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and went over to his father’s bedside.
King’s face was more red than it should and there was a sheen of sweat on his brow. Gold wasn’t super experienced with illness because his dad didn’t get sick often but that was definitely a fever.
“Dad?” Gold spoke softly and King jerked awake to look at his son. Even as sick as he obviously was he managed a tired smile at the sight of Gold.
“Gold…” King squinted up at Gold, clearly processing things a little slower than usual, “What time is it?”
“Don’t worry, it’s Saturday,” Gold reassured with a pat on his father’s head, his hand coming back sticky with sweat.
“Could you close the curtains? I have a really bad headache,” King whispered and Gold obediently went and closed them. His dad must be in bad shape if he was willingly making requests.
“Are you hungry?” Gold asked, “Thirsty?”
“Not sure if I’m hungry or nauseous. Definitely thirsty though,” King nodded weakly, “but you can’t cook.”
“I can make toast,” Gold asserted, hands on his hips, “and canned soup.”
“Mmmh,” King’s expression was hard to read, “Fine, get me some water and toast then.”
“Anything on the toast?” Gold asked, ready to spring away and get to work being helpful.
“Honey, if we have some.”
“You got it dad!” Gold had his orders and off he went.
—
The toast had just popped when Gold heard a groan that came from way too close. King stood at the end of the hallway that lead to the bedrooms, leaning on the wall for support.
“Dad! You were supposed to stay in bed!” Gold scolded loud enough that King winced and held his head.
“Bathroom. And I can’t have honey toast in bed. Too sticky,” King mumbled, stumbling his way unsteadily to the dining room, where he slumped across the table while Gold finished getting breakfast ready.
“Voila, two slices of toast with honey and one large glass of water,” Gold presented with a very quiet flourish. King grabbed the glass of water and Hal emptied it before picking up a piece of toast and nibbling it. Fortunately, it did seem to be hunger and not nausea, and soon he’d finished the toast and the water.
But now he was shivering while Gold filled the water glass full again.
“Chilled,” King explained and Gold nodded.
“Yep, gonna get you back in bed, c’mon,” Gold offered his arm and King, after a long moment, took it.
It was so strange to have his father genuinely leaning on him for support. It made Gold realize just how unprepared he was if something serious were to happen to his dad. He really was going to have to start learning how to take care of himself. His dad wouldn’t be here forever.
——
Purple’s morning routine was shattered; King was still in bed. Maybe he’d had a nightmare and actually tried to get back to sleep for once. Maybe he was Sick.
No, no, he wasn’t going to lose another parent.
They half-ran up the hallway to King’s room and peered in. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark, but King made a noise as soon as Purple took a step inside, just a whispered name, “Purple…?”
“Yep, just me, Baba,” Purple whispered back, drawing a little closer, both to hear and be heard in turn.
“I have a migraine, could you keep it down today?” King asked and Purple nodded.
“You got it, Baba,” And Purple quietly crept back out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Time to make some breakfast. Quietly.
—
King wasn’t expecting Purple to come back. Least of all with a tray of breakfast.
“Oatmeal with fruit and honey, and a big bottle of water,” Purple laid the tray across King’s lap with a quiet flourish.
“Thank you, Purple.”
“Anything else you need?” Purple asked, eager to help in any way he could, but King shook his head.
“Some sleep, but there’s not much you can do about that.”
“I have some melatonin gummies that help me sleep, wanna try them?” King looked thoughtful but shook his head.
“Not today, but I’ll keep that in mind for later.”
Purple sighed softly, gathering up the empty tray and moving the half empty bottle of water to the bedside table, “Well, try and get some rest. If you need me, you can text.”
King nodded, settling back down into bed, “Thank you, Purple.”
“No problem, Baba.”
King was going to be fine. This was just a normal migraine. He would be fine and Purple was going to make sure of it.
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i just want to mark up dr ratio’s pretty little body, his probably flawless skin coloured red with bite marks, almost purple from bruising. how pretty his butt would redden after just a few spanks, a cute blush on his pale skin.
he’d try his best to swallow down the whines that threaten to escape, forcing himself not to look away as if it admits defeat. but that’s fine, because you’d prefer to look into his eyes as you push yourself into him. excruciatingly slow and bigger than what you told him; your grip keeps him from turning away, shuddering breaths as he feels his walls stretching to accommodate the size.
“you lied,” his voice quivered, eyes flickering down between your bodies and back up to your piercing gaze.
“just because the truth isn’t what you expected doesn’t mean it’s a lie,” you laughed. “veritas, you know that.”
he grits his teeth, sucking in air when you push the remaining length fully into him, relishing in the way he struggles to get used to the feeling. but you don’t give him time, instead pulling out and thrusting back in in one fluid motion. the high-pitched moan that escapes his mouth surprises even the Guild member himself, an arm flying up to cover his mouth.
“well,” you breathed out, voice filled with amusement, “you would’ve known—”
a wicked smile on your lips as you thrusted your hips, again and again, “that the arrogant.”
“self-centred.” another hard push.
“doctor.” and another.
“veritas.” and another.
“ratio.” a final thrust directly hitting his prostate, the throbbing bundle of nerves sending shocks up his body. every buck of your hips eliciting yet another whiny moan, shaky breaths as he tries to compose himself to no avail. and finally, you give him a break, cock pressed deep inside him while the doctor squeezes his eyes shut.
“could make such cute sounds,” you sneered, ripping his arm from over his face to expose how red he’s gotten.
for all his intelligence and knowledge gathered from his studies, veritas ratio could not utter a single word against you—afraid that the only thing that would leave his lips is begs for you to keep going.
but his hips trembled terribly, his walls twitching and squeezing around you. you didn’t need words to know how badly he ached; his body was honest enough, with the way his cock leaked a puddle of precum onto his belly already.
slowly, you started moving again, dragging against his sensitive walls. relief floods his face at the crumbs of stimulation, already feeling the familiar heat in his lower belly building up quickly.
his mouth hangs open, panting heavily as he nears the high he so badly craves. with hands nearly tearing the sheets, the venerable doctor arches his back, toes curling tight as a searing heat fills his lower body. the whimpers that left his throat are barely registered, rapidly losing control of his own body with every push of your hips. he grits his teeth and…
nothing.
he nearly chokes from the anticipation, and now it’s been violently ripped from him as all traces of your touch leaves his body. the timing was perfect. his cock drips with cum and yet his body felt cold, twitching.
you watched on with a cruel chuckle; how he writhes on the bed, how pathetic he looks after having his orgasm ruined. a slap to his still hard and aching cock jolts him back to reality, wondering just what else do you plan to do to him.
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So a while back @floorbacon0621 was talking about a hallmark movie where a woman body hijacked a rich lady but then realized all she wanted was family for Christmas.
Cue @emarynn going "eh, sounds boring" and me going "WELL CHALLENGE ACCEPTED."
The below is the result, transcribed (copy/pasted) from Discord because I realized I wanted it somewhere I could find before it got buried (it's already been buried actually) from all our chatter....which means I need a new tag for my personal writing stuff. BUT ANYWAY
Woman- gets isekaid into rich lady
ML - rich guy whom rich lady is engaged to
Rich lady - gets isekaid into woman
Plot: rich lady sees this sad and hectic ADHD family that is just NOT managing holidays well and is giving stress upon stress to each other and is like "all right, imma straighten you all out cause i'm a doctor" and actually starts helping the woman's family cope. Woman's family is like "woah, daughter, college in the city really has changed you. maybe this was a good idea after all." Meanwhile, woman is not at ALL happy to be in rich lady's body and is annoyed with rich guy who is doing his uttermost to scare off rich lady to break off the engagement, but woman isn't gonna do that cause this isn't her life - and rich guy is confused cause it was about to succeed, so what the heck? Woman wasn't really looking forward to the holidays cause her family is SO chaotic and it drives her nuts, and she guesses that this is a great way to escape but…they were expecting her and she still LOVES them, so she's gonna check. Unfortunately, before she can do anything, she's pulled into rich people christmas stuff with rich guy as her confused date. She finds all the bluster and pomp way too annoying and almost worse than her family's chaos but, again, not her life so she doesn't say anything. She likes the food thought, but everything is so fake that it just pricks at her even more until she can't take it and just….leaves the party at one point to hide.
Rich guy comes after her and they have an emotional moment or idk, which now confuses HER cause where was the rude guy? To which he admits he was trying to break up the engagement cause there's someone he loves who is not as wealthy and thought the best way was to act mean. To which the woman, in utter bafflement, is like, "Dude. It's a free country. Just…..break it off? You're over the age? Is there like any formal contract?" "Uh…no" "??????????? Then why don't you just break it off?" "They'll disown me. I don't have any job experience!" "??? Are you serious? You're in training to be the CEO? And you have a college degree? Just….use that to get a job???" "Oh…." "Uh huh." Anyway, cue woman accidentally making things better without even meaning to in her comedic shenanigans to just CALL HOME and see how everyone's doing, interspersed with cuts from rich girl who is having a blast organizing everything but thinks she should probably find a way to get back to her body cause being an heiress is great.
Anyway, blah blah blah, magic of Christmas, switcheroo goes back to normal after they meet and tell them all the happenstances ("you broke off my engagement?" "NO! He broke off his engagement with YOU! I didn't say I'd accept or anything! And you actually made my family functional?" "Yeah, being a psych and med student is great" "…..i hate rich people" ":DDD") End movie
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