sick day
character(s): wanderer/scaramouche, wriothesley, childe/tartaglia
summary: you’re sick and they take care of you (can be read as platonic or romantic, possibly ooc wriothesley)
Wanderer/Scaramouche
“I really cannot be sick right now, I have things to do the next few days and my entire body hurts,” you groaned.
“Stop complaining.” Wanderer rested a warm towel on your forehead. “Or it’ll just get worse.”
You had fallen ill after a bad rainstorm caught you defenseless while running errands in the forests of Sumeru. Chilled to the bone, you had returned home and fell asleep, forgetting all about how Wanderer was set to come over that afternoon.
Thankfully, his tsundere act didn’t prevent him from helping you out with your cold.
You let out a violent sneeze that tossed the compress back towards him. “Sorry,” you grumbled, turning towards him.
“Use a tissue next time, ew,” were the kind words that came out of his mouth. “Or at least warn me.”
“It’s not like I can predict some of these things, and you don’t have to be an ass about it.”
“I also don’t have to help you, but here I am,” he huffed, moving to place the towel on your head again. “I’ll go grab a bucket soon, just in case you throw up.”
“I doubt I’m that sick,” you said.
“Good, because that’s the last thing I want to clean up.”
“Just shut it and let me rest.” You closed your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Surprisingly, he followed your request and let you doze off, staying by your side the whole time.
Wriothesley
You made your way up to his office in the fortress, sniffling and coughing the whole time.
“Wrio, I think I’m sick.”
“I’d say that’s accurate. So why are you here and not resting?”
“I wanted to see you. Plus it’s a just a cold, I’ll live.”
Wriothesley chuckled. “You really should be in bed at the infirmary if you’re sick. At least while you’re here, have some tea with honey for me.” He pulled a chair over opposite his desk and motioned for you to sit down while he prepared the tea. He, of course, made himself a cup as well.
“Thank you,” you said hoarsely before you blew on the steaming liquid. Once you felt it was cool enough to drink you took a small sip. Instantly you felt your throat soothed as the sweet honey made its way down.
“Has anyone checked your temperature? Sigewinne?” Wriothesley took a sip of his own tea.
“No, not yet. I felt like complaining to you first.” You smiled.
He let out another laugh. “That’s very kind of you, but we really should get you to the infirmary to make sure it’s nothing major.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just a head cold, though,” you said. “It’ll probably be gone in a couple of days.”
“How about we finish this tea and head down. If you’re right I’ll let it go, but if you’re wrong you have to rest on the doctors orders.”
“Deal.” You smiled behind your cup.
Childe/Tartaglia
"You're sick."
"No I'm not."
Childe slowly put a hand to your forehead and hummed. "You have a fever. Did you dress warmly like I told you to?"
You looked to the ground as your cheeks grew hot with shame. "N-no."
He had taken you on a trip from Liyue to Snezhnaya after you expressed interest in experiencing the culture there. Despite given his clear warnings of the cold, you had only packed a thick jacket and crocheted scarf to keep you warm.
Upon seeing you, Childe let you borrow his fluffy hooded coat and handed you a spare pair of mittens he kept on him. They were a little small since he carried them around to help out his siblings, but you were grateful nonetheless.
Soon enough, he had you in his spare bedroom surrounded by blankets. A bowl of chicken broth with noodles sat on the nightstand next to you. You assumed he had a lot of experience taking care of sick people due to how big his family was. That many kids in one household was bound to spread the flu like wildfire if one caught it.
"After you eat, I need you to get some rest, okay?" Childe said it as more of a light demand than a suggestion. "Tourism can wait, and in the meantime I'll see if I can find some warmer clothes for you to wear in the meantime. What was your favorite color again?"
a/n: this turned out a bit longer than i had planned but i hope you enjoyed it! if you’re sick while reading this i hope you feel better soon.
© mrowlai
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Dear Hearts and Gentle People 11
Summary: You come down with a bad case of some type of sickness. You feel like death, but Cooper has always thought that the common cold made people dramatic.
Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader
Warnings: none really? Fluff and kissing.
Masterlist
Cooper sighs quietly when he hears you sneeze for the upteenth time today. A rare storm had blown in a couple of days ago, and the two of you, plus Dusty, had gotten trapped in the pouring rain. The deathclaw, now eye level with you, had loved the water dripping down his hot scales, and even Cooper had tilted his face up toward the dark clouds. But you? You hated the rain and have been miserable ever since the storm.
"Coop. We gotta stop somewhere," you say, and even the ghoul has to admit that you do sounds like shit. He comes to a stop, and you stumble into him, having not been paying attention. Dusty makes some concerned grunts, but Cooper waves the beast away with a roll of his eyes.
"Baby girl, we still have three more miles 'fore we reach Goodsprings. We can rest when we get there," Cooper told her and curled an arm around your waist, casting his eyes away from the furious pout you sent him.
You sigh loudly, and the harsh breath sends you into a coughing fit when it tickles your throat. Cooper rubs your back as you hack and spit up some nasty mucas, a low groan escaping you as your body aches from whatever sickness that's taken hold of you.
The next three miles feel like hell, but the ghoul gets you to Goodsprings before you pass out in the desert. Dusty takes off to go hunt, and the two of you end up cooped up in one of the old houses on the edge of town. You shiver and clutch the thin blanket closer to your body, shaking from the chill that won't leave your bones.
Cooper eyes you, hip cocked, "Do you really feel that bad, Sugar?"
You glare at him from the middle of your blanket cocoon, "I feel like I'm dying."
He scoffs at you and closes the distance between the two of you and shrugs out of his ratty duster before he plops on the couch beside you. Cooper opens his arms and waits for you to scramble into them, his chin resting on top of your head and his arms curling tight around your blanket cocoon.
"Poor, pitiful girl," Cooper coos, and you pout at the teasing tone in his voice. It wasn't your fault that the ghoul couldn't get sick, and you could.
Over the next couple of days, Cooper does his best to take care of his poor trader. You moan and groan, a big achy mess, but you always make sure to tell your ghoul how much you appreciate him taking care of you.
"You're the best nurse ever, Coop," you rasp when he hands you a bottle of cooled purified water. The ghoul rolls his eyes at his sickly smoothskin and runs his fingers through your hair.
"Only for you, Darlin'," Cooper drawls and leans down to kiss you softly. You were a handful, but you were his handful.
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I'm thinking about Mafia Bodyguard! Eijro and I'm too busy to write another fic so....
18+ under the cut
@2dsimpomg thank you for encouraging this idea
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who finds himself falling more in love with you every day. But he keeps it to himself and keeps your relationship professional and friendly. Katsuki might have his head if he did otherwise.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who is tasked with keeping you safe whenever Katsuki can't be around, which can be a lot sometimes when things are particularly busy and Eijiro isn't cracking someone skull.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who's big and tall and handsome with his naturally jet black hair and both arms sleeved in tattoos. Women falling all over themselves for him isnt something uncommon to see but he's only got eyes for one person. You. And he knows it might be his downfall but doesn't really care.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who's a teddy bear to you, so caring and attentive, and would never even say a harsh word to you if he could help it. But with other people it's... different. After living and dealing in the criminal underground throughout his early twenties, he's done alot of things that would chill you to the bone. Where you see his pearly grin, others see the teeth of a shark ready for blood.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who one time while Katsuki was out of town and he was helping watch the house for security, had to coax you out of crying when you were a little too tipsy on wine and tried to make a move on him and he rejected you. Thinking you might not remember this anyway, he confessed how beautiful he thought you were and how it would be the best night of his life if he could. But it wasn't right. Not without Katsuki knowing.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who was pleasantly surprised to be invited for dinner not too long after Katsuki returned home. The dinner going well with him and Katsuki discussing business after with drinks in his office.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who after about two glasses of brandy watched with his softly lidded ruby eyes as you made your way into the office, interrupting the conversation to sit in Katsuki’s lap and steal a drink from his glass. Eijiro adjusted himself in his seat when he saw your lips moving sensually down Katsuki’s jaw to his throat, going back up to whisper something in his ear.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who tries to hear what you're saying to the blonde but not able to catch it before Katsuki chuckles a laugh. "Being a dirty little slut tonight huh? Fine if it's cool with him". Eijiro doesn't know what to say or think when you leave Katsuki’s lap to sink to your knees in front of him, nuzzling your face into his thigh. "Will you fuck me Eijiro? Please?"
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who can only nod and make a soft confirming noise in the back of his throat before his big hands were down around your waist, pulling you up to straddle him. He wasted no time in kissing you, wanting to do it for so long that he bad to suppress a groan when he felt your soft lips. Your tongue brushing his lips until he finally opened and he felt you moan against his tongue.
Mafia Bodyguard Eijiro! Who's left hand is on your ass and his right his softly kneading your breast as your pent up emotions poured through the sloppy kiss. Until Katsuki cleared his throat and had you both freezing.
"Before this goes too far let me make myself another drink and we'll go to the bedroom" he said, rising from his leather chair and going over to the mini bar, "that's where my nice chair is and I want to see this".
Should I do the smut scene? Questions...
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GLAD STREAM WENT SMOOTHLY THIS TIME had so much fun!!
BUT NOOOOOOO SOME OF YOUR FRAMING AND ANGLES REMINDED ME... We finished Hero recently so we rewatched Hero SP and watched the "sequel"… Hero SP is still my favorite thing to come out of it by far TBH but I was happy to see Nakai's character back in the latter [he's got this starting-to-grey beard, so Obviously I Was Thinking About Arakawa Aging In The Years Ichi Was Gone, and also he's smiling almost every second he's on-screen so I was :] ].
At the same time, because Takita's a Sympathetic Antagonist Who Went To Prison Returning In A Sequel… it put the fear of God in me with regard to Jo coming back because [spoilers </3] Takita's only in it for two-and-a-half scenes and he has cancer… I would say One Fear but again I have MANY FEARS when it comes to Jo and honestly MOST OF THEM are about not getting a satisfactory resolution [if there has to be one], like Aoki. I'd already made my peace with him not coming back at all in 2019 [2018 if I'm counting RGGJo]… pleeease don't do him dirty that's my emotional support shitty old bitch 😭😭😭
Extremely specific worries aside here are Nakai's dogs Kurumi and Pairan as promised :] Kurumi means walnut... if you even care...
STREAM WORKING MEANS I DIDNT HAVE TO PICK UP ICE FISHING YIPPEE !!!!!!!!
ABOUT JO THO AND HIS INEVITABLE-RETURN-BUT-UNCERTAIN FATE.... we can only wait... rgg wont let me in their basement anymore i cant leak secrets as to what could happen to him- at the very least i hope the rgg team understands people like satisfactory, Non Bullshit endings to character arcs.... so here's to hoping he gets that if possible :] if not uhhhh hope he gets the least cringe exit from the series :]]
BUT NAKAI'S DOGS HELLOOOOO THEY'RE BABIES I LOVE THEM HIIII !!!!!!! THEIR NAMES ARE SO CUTE PAIRAN AND CHESTNUT..... im ashamed to admit i already knew 'kurumi' meant chestnut.... as krillin's name from dragon ball derives from 'kuri'.... that doesnt make the name any less cute it makes them better TO ME (❁´▽`❁)
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you ever think about how gerome and fake pep are the only two guys who really only ever knew the tower as their home? i do
lots of fp text in this one so full un-ciphered script is going under cut below. [mostly just a bunch of headcanon nonsense about his whole Situation in the tower :p] [there is also a second bonus after because i am insufferable] anyway,
bonus:
hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome]<- u are here [noisette again]
gerome: i say there monstrosity! do you know the times?
fp: …?
gerome: haha! just an old joke, lad.
gerome: but seriously, i never saw you around the tower much. what's your deal?
fp: ...
fp: 👈 ??
gerome: yes you! you never struck me as just some hired goon like the rest.
fp: i… i don't really know.
gerome: oh come now, you needn't be modest.
fp: i'm not! i-
[fp takes a seat]
fp: they…. didn't tell me much. the…the lab. you know it?
gerome: i'd pass though, now and again.
fp: i was there for awhile, with lots of other copies
gerome: oh, you knew the other clones? what were they like?
fp: nutritious.
gerome: ah.
fp: they-the tall one- moved me to….「bruno's」 later.
gerome: tall one… you mean pizzahead?
fp: uh….right.「pizzahead」 …started changing it. kept changing it. i think i was waiting for something. waiting… to open? but he told me to keep-stay in there. to guard it. was there…longer than the labs but we never got to finish…. but i think we were close. But then「pep-
pep: woah. never seen him this chatty
gerome: just have to ask the right questions, i suppose
pep: I mean, sure but-- wait, you can understand him???
gerome: it's only natural, after all, he is at least in part- part of the tower; made from its power and resources, and so connected with my brother...and to some extent, myself. his speech resonates with the old echoes through its chambers, and while i may not be as omniscient, it has no secrets that would fully elude me.
pep: ...uh. ok, sure. what's he saying?
fp: ..!
fp: XXX!
gerome: ah…. seems he's a bit embarrassed.
pep: aw. er…look, it may not be my business, but whatever happened in the tower is behind us now, yeah? i know i sure try to forget it too
fp: 😬
fp: ...😓👍
[fp turns back to gerome]
fp: ............i wasn’t done
gerome: he wasn't done.
fp: yeah. then 「peppino」 came through. you probably know. hard to miss him.
gerome: heh, I'll say.
fp: We fought, I stayed…. didn't know anything else until 「pizzahead」grabbed me. fighting more on the roof...
fp: You know the rest? you ran out with us...
gerome: mhm
fp: And… now we’re here.
gerome: now we’re here…
fp: ...that's all i had. so..... i still don't really know. sorry...
gerome: ah, don't be. that's just how it goes, i guess. not much that can be done now...
gerome: i suppose we both left some things behind in that tower. i certainly know it can be daunting to leave the fold of familiarity.
gerome: but, for what it's worth...i think it’s for the better things worked out for us as they did.
fp: yeah…
bonus! 2!!
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