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bokettochild · 3 years

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Request: Fairy Hyrule, Minish Four and Bunny Legend cuddlefic? Mostly because I love the idea of hugging a bunny ten times your size. THINK OF THE (literal) FLUFF AND SOFTNESS

So... I got a bit caught up in the WHY of them all being Small, and... this happened.

It all got deleted halfway through and I had to rewrite it from memory, but it turned out okay (although I don't like the flow as much this time through), bt it's... a bit long. This baby was ten pages, and it took forever to get to the cuddling bit- sorry about that.

Anyways, Anon, here is your (long overdue) Tiny fic (it ain't tiny).

The others are laughing and it’s making him mad. Usually, he’s just smack them over the head (a much good as it would do, curse his weak arms) but usually he can reach that high.

Right now, he can’t.

Because right now, he’s a freaking rabbit

He’s a little pink rabbit sitting in the middle of a circle of heroes who are all laughing at him, and more than anything he wants to hop his freaking furry tail over to Warrior’s horrid choice of footwear and bite the shit out of the captain’s ankles; he deserves it (the rancher does to).

“How did this happen?” Hyrule wheezes out, and even though he wants to be, Legend finds that he can’t be mad at the healer, not when the kid’s face is flushed with laughter, his smile bright and carefree, golden gaze watery under the force of his bell-like laughter as it pricks at Legend’s sensitive ears.

“I don’t know!” Twilight wheezes from where he’s leaning against Time, hearty chuckles exploring from him unabashedly as he looks down at Legend. “We were scouting around the camp and when I turned around,” He gestures weakly to the veteran, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Rabbit!”

Legend scowls. He doesn’t even know what happened. One minute he was walking and the next he was tumbling head over paws on the pathway. He’d refused to let Twilight carry him back to camp (if only to try and maintain whatever dignity he had left) and had waited hopefully for Twilight to retrieve the Master Sword for him, only for Warriors to stumble upon him with the darkest expression he’s ever seen on the captain’s face.

Warriors’ expression at seeing a rabbit might very well haunt Legend’s dreams for ages to come, and had prompted a squeak of fear from him that had sent Sky darting up from his seat. “Legend!” The Chosen Hero had shouted, concern in his sky-blue eyes as he had skidded to his knees at Legend’s side, cautious hands scooping him up and inspecting him for injuries in the brief moment where he was too shocked to protest. Of course, he wouldn’t stand it for long, and after pawing at Sky’s fingers with angry huffs and squeaks that he was going to hope the others would forget about, he had been released back onto the ground.

Which landed them where they were now, surrounded by cackling heroes as they stared down at the fluffy pink ball of fur that was their salty veteran.

“Wow vet, I’d’ve never guessed, a rabbit?” Warriors wheezes, eyes full of mirth. “No wonder we don’t get along!”

He rolls his eyes and growls as best as he can as a rabbit (not like he can growl anyway, but he tries none-the-less). “Just hand over the Master Sword so we can get this shit over with.” He squeaks, ignoring how his growls sound more like honks and chitters than anything threatening.

Sky looks at him oddly, as do several of the others, none of them (save Twi and Sky) apparently expecting him to be able to speak in this form, but the Chosen Hero obliges regardless, reaching back for the Master Sword and carefully settling it within Legend’s reach.

The cool cross-guard is comfortable under his paws, even if it is too big, and he sighs in relief as the power of the blade flows over him. In a moment, his form will disappear into the light and reappear, whole and Hylian, and fully capable of kicking some rancher ass.

Just a moment....

A second more...

He blinks his eyes open, violet flitting across the blade in mounting concern as he takes in the fluffy pink paws that are where his hands should be. Why isn’t it working? Why is he still a helpless rabbit?

“That’s weird.” Twilight and Sky both murmur, exchanging a worried glance as the Skyloftian retrieves the blade. He lunges after it though, not giving Sky a chance to inspect the blade and instead startling him with the weight of a rabbit in his lap as pink paws reach up to grasp the sword hilt again.

“Fi, explain.”

The sword spirit’s voice rings clear and cool in his head as Sky lowers the blade further, better into his reach. He hardly processes the motion, so focused on the words, which is perhaps why he doesn't question the stabilizing hand that lowers onto his back.

“Young Master,” Fi chimes softly in his mind. “The forces which have transformed you are not dark in nature. There is a 76% chance that they are in fact, of nature themselves. As such, my blade is unable to undo the curse. You will likely have to wait until this curse runs its course.”

“How long.” He grates out, nose shivering in irritation as his ears flick back, brushing gently against the Skyloftian's fingers and making Sky gasp softly.

“Processing....There is a 49% percent chance that this curse will fade and return you to your Hylian form in approximately three days' time, and there is a 27% percent chance that it will take a week for said change to occur. Additionally, there is a 15% percent chance that the curse will not fade, and a 9% chance that this curse will make you explode.”

A strangled screech escapes him and he doesn’t even realize his paws have released the sacred blade until they are grasping at his ears, tugging with all of the pent-up emotion inside of his body as he processes the words. Never mind the exploding bit, he might not turn back? There’s only a fifty-fifty chance that he’ll turn back in the next few days?

Sky’s long fingers drag through his fur gently, rubbing soothing circles over his back. “What did she say?”

“Three days!” He tugs his ears again. “Three days of being utterly useless and helpless, and it’s not even certain that I’ll turn back! I could be stuck like this forever! I could explode!”

“Exploding doesn’t seem likely-” Twilight attempts to calm him, but it only makes him tug his ears harder.

“Fi said it might happen!” He shouts back, high pitched and squeaky, and hating every second of it. He buries his face in the fabric beneath him, his rabbit heart pounding with panic and cold dread washing over him as the words continue to spew from his mouth. “And if Fi said it could happen than it might! And we were about to go into battle too! What’ll happen if someone gets hurt? I can’t help anyone and there's absolutely nothing that stupid bunny could do and-”

Someone’s scratching his ears.

Long fingers rubbing just right between them and Legend is helpless to tell them to stop because he’s too busy melting into a puddle in Sky’s lap at the sensation. All thoughts flee as he lets Sky’s hands drive away all worries. Should he be worried that he’s rendered speechless and vulnerable by something so simple? Probably, but Sky seems to know just how to place his hands and Legend can only hum in appreciation at the feeling, a squeaky purr escaping him as he leans into the sensation as Sky hums something soft and soothing under his breath. The vibrations carry down his fingers and tingle down Legend’s spine, calming him further.

“Cute.” Twilight's voice breaks him from his thoughts, and he’s pulling back from Sky’s hands and glaring up at the rancher with all the fury he can fit in his now tiny body.

“He’s not wrong, Kit.” Time chuckles soft and low, and Legend whips his head around to stare at the man.

“Oh no, you are not giving me a nickname!”

“Yeah Time,” Sky’s voice is low and mirthful as he speaks, hand once more settling on Legend’s back as he lifts an arm to block the vet from launching himself at their leader. “He’s my descendant, if anyone should be giving him a nickname it’s me.”

“How about Nibbles?” The sailor grins, leering into Legend’s space with enough mischief in his gaze to kill a Lynel. “I mean, the vet is always chewing us out.”

He forgets for a moment that his growls sound more like chirps in this form, baring his teeth at the sailor as he attempts to frighten him off. It doesn’t work, rabbits aren’t made to scare off bigger animals “So help me sailor I-”

Large hands scoop him off the ground and suddenly he’s being cradled in Sky’s arms. Like a baby. The indignity! “Calm down, Bun, he’s just kidding.” Sky’s crystal eyes glimmer with genuine concern as he looks down at Legend. “And we’ll find a way to change you back, I promise. The goddesses wouldn’t have let you change like this if it was for the worse. You’ll see,” Sky bops his nose with a smile entirely too pure. “It’ll be fine.”

Legend would like to argue that point, the goddesses have never shown any particular interest in what’s best for him before, and most of them seem to find humor in ruining his life time and again (except the Golden Trio, they’re alright he guesses, especially Din), but Sky looks so certain and Legend’s honestly too tired to start a big fight about Hylia again. (Heaven knows the last time he made Sky mad he nearly shat himself at how terrifyingly defensive Sky could get about those he loved). It doesn’t matter anyway, he supposes, as Sky’s already standing and making is way back to their main camp, gait just smooth enough not to jostle his reluctant passenger as Legend slumps in place.

He might as well let this happen, at least until he can figure out how to fix it.

It’s official.

Legend hates being a bunny.

They’ve settled down for dinner and as if to mock him and all that he loves, Wild has been struck with the inspiration to make his absolutely heavenly radish stew. The one that Legend would literally sell some of his rings for because it is that good.

And he can’t eat it.

He tried, and that attempt resulted in both himself and Sky covered in broth, the thick liquid clinging to his fur now as he sits on the ground with some raw fruits and vegetables instead. He doesn’t know that he’ll ever be able to eat it again without being forced to remember nearly drowning in the stuff.

He feels like a baby and he hates it.

He’s soaked himself and his ancestor and food and Warriors still isn’t done tittering about it.

He really hates being a bunny.

The others have nearly stepped on him numerous times, simply because they aren’t used to having to watch underfoot, so every time someone walks over to Wild to get seconds (why did the Champion sit next to him and Sky in the first place?) he has to back-peddle onto his haunches to avoid being crushed under heavy boots and even heavier feet.

Add to that that Wild and Wind both subconsciously reach out to pet his bedraggled fur every few minutes and he’s absolutely fed up with this shit!

At least the Champion was willing to lend him something to dry his fur off with, and even if he hates it, the spare brush Warriors has on hand does a decent job of detangling his fluffy hide. If he melts a little in Twilight’s lap as the rancher goes over him with the brush than no one says anything (although both Sky and Time have infuriating matching smiles on their faces).

But then it’s bedtime and Time is sorting through his things to try and make sure that no one person will have to carry all his stuff, and he’s reminded once again how utterly useless he is in this form. It only makes things worse that he knows that the others will be burdened with his bags, and considering his top speed at the moment can only be held for short sprints, he’s pretty sure the Old Man is going to have someone carry him too.

The very idea makes him puff out his fur in irritation.

At the very least though, he doesn’t have to worry much about how he’s going to handle the cold nights, Sky’s already taken his beloved sailcloth and bundled it into a little nest, and the minute Twilight is done with his fur the Chosen Hero is scooping him up and laying him in it (absently, he wonders if Sky might have a stronger paternal instinct than Time and if his own small form is triggering that). The fabric is warm though, and it’s nice. If Sky curls up around him in the middle of the night though, well, he supposes there’s not really much he can do about that.

Sky does curl around him and he’s trapped.

The Skyloftian may look soft and cuddly, but he’s got an iron grip when he’s asleep, and it’s only by the pure squishability of his current form that he’s able to escape (Sky will be disappointed when he wakes up, he knows, but even so, Legend doesn’t intend on staying a rabbit, not for a whole week, especially when there’s monsters out there.

Perhaps the thought of said monsters should dissuade him, but it doesn’t. He knows now what triggered this change, and he’s determined to hunt it down and trick it into changing him back, he just needs to escape his babysitters for a hot tic in order to do so.

It’s a lucky thing that Four and Warriors are both so drowsy that the feather light step of a rabbit doesn’t catch their attention as the two sit on watch, and Legend’s able to creep over to his bag (positioned with Twilight’s things) and dig through it until he finds what he needs.

You can’t go making deals with the fae unless you have something of value, or those tricksters will rob you blind and steal your first born. Not that Legend ever intends on having kids, but on the off chance that he ever did he’d rather they didn’t have a shitty life because he made an error in dealing with a forest sprite.

Come to think of it, how powerful are the forest people of this time?

Warriors looks seconds away from walking up to Sky’s sleeping form and throwing Legend as far as he can into the distance, and it’s making Four nervous.

Rationally, they know that Warriors wouldn’t consciously do such a thing, but they also know how much Warriors hates rabbits in general, and that the captain’s initial instinct at seeing them is to toss them away from himself as far as possible (never mind how rare a real rabbit is, Warriors’ time is apparently full of them and Warriors hates them). They’ve heard the story, how the captain was made to hunt rabbits down across his world and return them to their homes, the fact that he did so by throwing them is a bit concerning considering the delicate bone structure of the animals, but it’s not Wars’ fault that he doesn’t know that.

All the same, Four would feel a bit more secure if they knew that Wars wouldn’t be doing such a thing. (Rationally, they know he won’t, but rationality is only so much of the equation).

“I’m gonna check on the vet.” They murmur softly to their companion. Somethings not right and they hope it’s just Warriors’ previous retellings of his own rabbit-escapades eating at them and not something else. “Sky’s got a grip like a vice when he sleeps and I don’t want him getting crushed.”

Never mind that being small sucks when it’s this cold out. Four desperately hopes that it won’t rain tonight (although the air tastes right for it).

“Rabbits are tough little things,” The captain chuckles. “I’m sure he’s okay.”

Vio wrenches control from the others, gaze flat as he stares out at Wars. “You do know most rabbits can’t survive being thrown, right? They’re not like cats, if they land wrong their done for.”

The captain pales slightly but doesn’t say anything, and they take that as their cue to stand and make their way over to where Sky and the vet had bedded down for the night. Sure enough, Sky is curled up around the sailcloth nest he made for Legend like a child curled around their favorite stuffed animal (or Red with any of the rest of them), but at the very least it doesn’t look as if Legend would have been smashed, just caged. They wince, the vet doesn’t sleep well on a good night, but waking up to being trapped? That is...not good. There’s a reason they never force him to join everyone else when Red takes over and calls for a cuddle pile; everyone knows that the most Legend will stand is letting Hyrule hold his hand while he sleeps, and even then, the vet will still pull away when he finally does fall asleep.

Sky shifts (he’s a heavy sleeper, but all the same he moves a lot), arms wrapping tighter around the bundle in his arms. Tight enough that the sailcloth gives way. Sky’s face screws up in his sleep, wrapping even tighter around the bundle as if seeking out some form of resistance.

Four panics. Bunnies are delicate creatures and Sky is strong, did he just crush Legend?

Only, looking closer, Vio points out that there isn’t even a hint of pink amidst the fabric, and when Four dares reach out to test the bundle himself, they find that there is nothing within its folds.

“Four?” Warriors’ voice is tinged with concern as Four stand back up from his crouch, brows pinched together as he scans over the camp. “Is something wrong?”

“Legend’s missing.”

The captain’s brows shoot up, but thankfully he doesn’t bother with questioning them, instead hoisting himself to his feet and making his way around the camp, an ever-growing frown marring his features as he looks around. “Did he choose to sleep with Hyrule instead?” It’s a soft murmur, likely only spoken aloud because Wars is too tired to stop it before it reaches his mouth, but Four’s eyes flick over to where the Traveler sleeps regardless.

“I don’t think so.”

“Look,” Warriors groans softly, not loud enough to wake the others, stopping at Twilight’s bedroll and motioning to the bags stacked near the rancher's pillow. “His bag is open.”

“You don’t think he climbed inside of it, do you? We’d never find him!”

The captain gives him a look, blinking once before shaking his head. “No! But he was clearly trying to get at something.” Royal blue eyes turn to stare out at the forest. “What are the chances he went back out there, alone?”

Four hesitates, fingers drumming on his thigh as the colors swarm in his mind. “I don’t know, but I should probably check.”

“We need to watch camp.” The older hero frowns.

“You watch camp, I’ll go out there.”

“You can’t go alone, Four, it’s not safe.” Wars reminds him, concern glinting in his gaze as he turns back to the smithy.

“Fine.” Blue’s the only reason they roll their eyes, they swear. “I’ll take Hyrule. If the vet’s fallen down a hole or something then we can take care of it immediately.”

A smile breaks out across Warriors’ face, even if it is slightly strained. “Funny how that’s even a risk now.”

“Don’t I know it.” Besides, at least Hyrule seems to have a second sense for these sorts of things. Like Sky and Twilight, he has a knack for tracking down the others, especially if he needs to find Time for whatever reason. Four’s seen it themselves, it’s uncanny, but incredibly useful, so they’ve never really questioned it (Vio has, Vio has questioned it enough to give them a head-ache).

It’s the work of a minute to shake the traveler awake, as he’s one of the lightest sleepers of them all, and it takes even less time for them to be off, the simple words “Legend’s gone” being enough to send the traveler springing up and following closely after Four, one hand on his sword as the two of them make their way back into the depths of the forest.

Legend should know better than to try and make a deal with the fae.

Hyrule can recognize the look of a fairy about to claim her prize in an instant, and it appears Legend is about as clueless as a bunny can be about the loophole that he must have left open in whatever twisted deal the two have concocted. Anger burns in his blood as a whisper-hisses through his teeth, a few words all it takes before he’s zipping between the two of them, wings beating furiously as all six of his eyes stare into those of the other with nothing short of pure fury.

“Mine!” He hisses, darting forwards in a fake charge at the other, wings whirring angrily as his eyes stare at them “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!” His voice contorts and buzzes, his aura flickering brighter and sharper as he zooms down to hover over Legend’s ears. “MINE.”

“What is your claim?” The other chimes smugly. “What promise or service marks him as yours? Where is the Mark that makes a mortal the charge of a fae, hmm? Show it to me and I will release him to your care.” Glistening teeth glimmer as multiple eyes glisten with malice, jealousy over a potential catch making the fairy’s gaze spark dangerously. “Else ways, leave us be, our deal is near set and you have no business to interrupt it.”

“His true form,” He hisses. “There is my Mark on his hand. The Triangle, my symbol.” He hisses through bared teeth, every eye slitted and glimmering with fury. He can’t lie, not even if he tried, but he’s fae and they’re more skilled than anyone at finding tricks to get around things. The triforce is his symbol, something he’s recognizable by in his world, but it’s not only on his hand, the others bear the same mark and even if it isn’t Fae in origin, it's from the Scared Realm and none can deny that it sets them apart. Anyways, the Fae know mortals by their markings, this should be enough of a claim to make her renounce her dealings with Legend.

No fae dares mess with the Charge of another.

“What is your proof? Can you show me?” She taunts.

“My power isn’t that strong.” He hisses. “You do it and then you’ll see!”

“And give him what he asks without receiving my due? Oh no little Half-Blood.” She glares at him. “Give me Good Reason or leave alone.”

“He is goddess born.” He hisses out finally, grasping at straws. Mother only taught him so much of Fae law, but surely there’s something against touching those blessed by the heavens, right? “Hylia’s child descended. To touch him or any other of Mine is to plead wrath from the Scared Realm.” A sly smile slides over pointed teeth. “Would you wish that on Yours?”

She pales. “Mark your own in all forms, Halfling. This would not happen if you did.” It’s all she cares to say though, zipping away without another word.

“Do I want to know what I just avoided?” Legend’s voice croaks up at him, faint and pitchy all the same as he looks up to the fairy above him.

“I don’t know. But never, and I mean NEVER, make deals with fae again. Not even me! You can’t break promises or be too careful, you never know what they’ll do.” Two of his eyes glance over his shoulder to ensure that the other Fae is gone for good.

“I was trying to be careful.” Legend huffs, his breath sending Hyrule higher over his head for a moment before the fairy regains his balance. “They’re clever little-” He cuts off, violet eyes narrowing and bunny nose shivering as he looks up at Hyrule again. “You’re a fairy.”

His aura dims slightly, wings drooping ever so slightly as he looks down at his mentor. “Yes.”

Legend stares, violet piercing and sharp. Hyrule has never noticed the hint of gold that bands his irises, nor the flecks of blue that glisten under the effects of a fairy’s glow, and it only makes the Veteran’s stare all the more intense.

“Huh.” The bunny huffs softly. “That’s pretty neat, ‘Rulie.” There's no anger, no accusation in his tone, and when Hyrule brings his gaze up to meet that of his mentor again, all he sees is fondness and intrigue. “Is this new? An item? Were you- no,” Legend’s ears prick forwards, his interest obvious as he leans forward. (Hyrule wonders if the vet realizes that he's smelling him.) “You speak like They do. This isn’t new.”

It’s not a question.

“I’m, uh, half fairy.”

Legend nods slowly. “And you didn’t think to tell anyone?” At the dimming of Hyrule’s glow the vet pulls away, eyes flashing with panic for a moment. “I don’t mean that as a bad thing, ‘Rule, just-” He cocks his head long ears flopping to one side sloppily. “It’s not something I’d think you’d want to hide. Seems pretty useful to me.”

And by useful, Hyrule knows Legend means cool.

“I told Four.” He nods to the Hylian standing over them. The smithy’s eyes flicker various colors, his lips pulling aside into a slight smile as he crouches to be closer to their height.

“Now I’m taller than both of you.” Four chuckles softly, crimson tinged gaze sweeping over the two of them.

“Don’t get smart.” Legend huffs. “This is a curse, not my true form, you’d be tiny too if you were cursed into an animal form. Probably smaller than me!”

There’s a knowing look in the smithy’s gaze, but he holds his silence, smile still present as he carefully looks over the both of them. “Well, if neither of you were harmed in that little exchange, we should get back to camp. Wars will be in a huff if we don’t back with you soon.”

Legend huffs his own huff, but doesn’t object, gathering up the glimmering item he had brought as a toll (Hyrule thinks it might be a precious stone of some sort) and slowly hopping after the Smithy as he turns back towards camp.

They’d have made it to camp rather quickly too, if the sky hadn’t chosen that moment to weep out it’s sorrow with the world and the evils within. Great sheets of rain, the likes of which they usually only expect from the Champion’s Hyrule, flood down over them, and Hyrule thanks all things Holy that Legend is there to break his fall as the water soaks his wings and sends him careening towards the earth. Four yelps in surprise, hands fumbling for his hood as he tried to fend off some of the wet (it does little good, they’ll be soaked in seconds in this downpour.

“In here!” Legend squeaks, the rabbit hero already darting into the nearest hollow he can see that isn’t clearly inhabited. It’s a tight squeeze, and Hyrule nearly knocks his head on the bark of the opening, but Legend gets the both of them under, and despite the mushrooms that seem to fill the space with a soft light, it’s a comfortable fit for the two of them. The ground beneath is laid with moss, purposefully it would seem, and Hyrule lets himself side down into it with an appreciative hum.

“What about Four?” He murmurs softly, looking out of the crevice through which they entered. It’s still pouring buckets, and unlike them, the smithy has no dry place to hide (heavens knows the camp will be soaked. He feels terrible for the others).

“What about me?”

Violet and gold turn upwards as twin gasps escape the two. Four, in all of his minish glory, waves back at them from where he’s perched on top of one of the mushrooms. “Minish portal.” He smiles cheerily (but Hyrule can Taste the nervousness rolling off of him).

“Wait, both of you get small?” Legend’s ears stand up straight, brushing the roof of their shelter. “Smaller?” He corrects himself.

Four rolls his eyes. “It was get soaked or get small. I don’t fancy catching a cold, so I chose small.” He wrinkles his nose (it will never stop being cute), hopping down from the mushroom and free falling into the dampened fur of his rabbit-companion. “Now shut up and let me warm up, you’re bigger than I am and since you left me out there to soak I think I can get away with using you to warm up.”

Hyrule’s laughter rings soft and sweet through the hollow, Legend’s vaguely offended expression only adding fuel to the fire as he flits closer. “The vet doesn’t really mind cuddles, do you Ledge? Besides,” He lets his wings fall still, embracing the warmth of Legend’s soft fur as he lands in it lightly. “We just saved his ass.”

Legend turns his head to stare at the two of them, but even in rabbit form his lips twitch with amusement as he shoves him nose into Four’s personal space, making the minish-hero tumble down into the moss with a faint yelp. “You’re soaking.”

The smith grins back, plunging right back into the warm pink fur. “That wasn’t a refusal.”

“One time.” Legend huffs, ears flicking briefly. “One time only, smithy. Enjoy it while you can.”

“Trust me,” Four sighs, plonking down against the vet and leaning into the plush fur around him. “I will.”

It takes mere seconds before Four has drifted off, and Hyrule is reminded that the smith was keeping watch for most of the night before they had gone out looking for Legend. Guilt, sickly-sweet, yet bitter, taints his tongue as Legend stares down at the tiny form curled against him. Hyrule sighs. “I guess he was more tired than I thought.”

Legend only huffs, ears flicking back and nose shivering as he noses the smithy’s sleeping from. Four’s dropped off like a stone, completely dead to the world as Legend curls around him (not dissimilar to how Sky had curled around him earlier that night), easing the gentle shivers of the smith, who noses deeper into Legend’s pelt. Tiny paws coming up to catch hold of pink fur as Four curls up, feather-like tail brushing against the top of his tiny nose, moved only by tiny snores that make Legend’s ears twitch and Hyrule giggle softly.

“The rains still pouring down.” Legend hums, gruff as he can be in his current state, but Hyrule knows it’s all an act. “You might as well get some sleep too, ‘Rulie.”.

And while any other time Hyrule may have argued, Legend lifts his head to offer the space next to Four, and if Legend is offering cuddles, especially with his silky soft fur as a barrier against the cold, Hyrule knows he can’t resist it.

Four’s paw catches hold of him the instant he settles next to the smithy, and before he knows it the two of them are both bundled up in each other while Legend curls himself around them, breath soft and soothing as his heart pit-patters away inside of him.

That’s how they wake the next morning.

Wolfie’s nose shoved against the crack in the bark is what pulls them back from the land of dreams, and the soft snuffling bark followed by Time’s voice is what gets them up on their feet. It’s an awkward thing, emerging into the light again to find five heroes and a wolf staring down at them in a mixture of confusion and concern, but nobody seems to be able to bring themselves to scold when Four sneezes.

“We got caught in the storm.” Legend huffs when he sees the soft expression on Time’s face.

Wolfie huffs, and, much to the surprise of the currently shrunken heroes, they can hear the laugh in it. “Of course you did.”

Hyrule’s mouth drops open, all six eyes bugging out in shock as he turns to Four. The fairy’s whisper is high and shocked, but too sharp a noise for Hylian ears, although Legend, Wolfie and Four can all hear him quite clearly. “Wolfie is Twilight!”

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monty-glasses-roxy · 2 years

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Imagine someone (one of the animatronics) putting a squeaky thing in all of the plushies as a prank. Roxy goes to chew a Freddy plush and it makes the same noise that Freddy’s nose does. Chica’s plushes sound like those rubber chicken things now

Listen you say this but like

I've been headcannoning that Roxy gets the zooms and the number one thing that sets it off is a squeaky ball for some time now it's great. Like I love the idea that Bonnie abuses this knowledge and he's like "come on let's play catch!" and the zoomies and the urge to just chomp on this ball grows with every pass until she caves and bites it. He sometimes swaps a regular ball for a squeaky one and as soon as she hears it she's fuckin gone, running laps around the room while Bonnie sits there and waits for the crash like "My work here is done." I have a sketch idea for it I'll see if I can show what I mean later

But yeah fuhfhjgig this is absolutely Roxy and Foxy's weakness. Bonnie loves doing this to them. He thinks it's adorable and he knows how much they love it even if they pretend they don't. Anyway

Uguigib Bonnie tries the Chica plush sounding like a rubber chicken and it scares the shit outta her. All you hear from her room is a loud squawk and then "WHO DID THIS?!" She immediately assumes it was Monty or Roxy since they're laughing their asses off but nope, it was bunny boy! After the shock wears off she does think it's kinda funny.

Monty's plushies get the pig squeaker and he unironically loves it. He thinks it's so funny it's now his favourite of the plushies. He also loves teasing Roxy with it by squeaking it near her and watching her fight the urge to steal it and squeak the living daylights out of it with her teeth. Chica has done this a few times too but she'll typically give it to her to chomp on for a bit after just a few squeaks. Monty immediately knows it was Bonnie that did this since he helped squeakify the Freddy plushies.

Freddy is tired of the squeak. The kids and Chica are constantly squeaking his nose to the point it haunts his dreams. The honk of doom. He thinks all the other plushies squeaking is brilliant though. He loves how different they all sound too. Bonnie says he should hide it in with the plushies Roxy and Foxy chew on and he decides that's a great idea. He knows it was a good move when very loud, excited honking erupts from one of their rooms in Rockstar Row.

Roxy's plush gives a higher pitched squeak and Bonnie made sure it was the kind that would definitely cause an episode of zooms. He has too much power and must be stopped.

Foxy's sounds like a little horn. It makes him jump out of his skin and he throws it across the room like "AH KILL IT!!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!" Bonnie filmed it and he never lets Foxy live this down. He much prefers the squeak Roxy's plushie makes.

Foxy and Roxy team up to make Bonnie's plushies swear when you squeeze it. Like a pressure activated voice box with a recording of him swearing. He finds out when he shows a kid the plush in his room and it just screams "FUCK" at this random child that thinks it's hilarious. Bonnie has to steal a new one from the gift shop for them to make it up to them. He laughs about it after the fact but he is mortified at the time. Definitely high fives the perpetrators for that one.

#pop rox answers #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock foxy #gjgugi yeah i love this #i never considered making the plushies squeak you're a genius

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luvnami · 3 years

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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - a short nanami thing!!! gn!reader is married to nanami here and has a son called ‘kiire’. mention of food, non canon compliant timeline.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1068

there are days when nanami thinks that life would be better on the coast of malaysia, relaxing under the warm sun with a freshly cracked coconut in hand. an escape from work, from stress, from everything that binds him to his 60 by 30 inch work desk and squeaky chair.

these are the thoughts that fill nanami’s head as he commutes back home from work. his black car is one amongst a million of others. he’s just a nameless face in the crowd, after all. he’s another person dressed up yand packed into an office cubicle where he stares at the same screen everyday, repeating the same words to clients with little hope of a raise or promotion.

nanami taps his pointer finger against the steering wheel as he waits for the traffic light to turn green. behind him, a car honks the moment the light changes colour. he swallows his dissatisfaction and steps on the accelerator a second later out of spite.

a cheery ‘ken-chan!’ and the wailing of his three year old son, kiire, greets nanami the second he walks through the front door.

“papa! papa!” kiire yells, his face red as he kicks and squirms in your arms.

“there you go, kii. don’t worry now,” you say as you hand him over to nanami once he’s taken his shoes off by the genkan. he grunts as kiire wraps his chubby arms around his neck, sniffling and wiping snot all over his suit jacket.

you give nanami a quick kiss on the cheek and take his work bag away before returning the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. the living room is a mess; crayons and papers are strewn around, while a evening talk show blasts from the television. the smell of curry wafts from the kitchen.

“why are you crying, kiire? hm? papa’s here,” nanami mumbles as he sinks into the couch and lowers the volume of the tv. the obnoxious ad for a new rice cooker fades into the background.

kiire’s eyes are red and nanami brushes his knuckles against his cheek, wiping away the tears that fall. he presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“hm?” he continues with a small smile on his face. kiire gulps.

“y-you weren’t home on time,” he whimpers. “i thought you wouldn’t be home for dinner again.”

nanami holds his son tightly, bouncing him on his thigh.

“i’ll always be home for dinner.”

“no you won’t! last month you stayed… after-time at least once a week!”

kiire begins to cry again as fat tears slip from his eyes. nanami brings him into his shoulder and pats his back, leaving fleeting kisses on his chubby cheeks. he doesn’t know what to say, nor are there things that he can promise. all he knows is that his jacket can be dry cleaned later, and that family should have been a bigger priority all along.

“dinner’s ready!” you shout, bearing a plate in either hand.

steaming curry rice and omelettes are served as you give nanami a knowing look. he returns his attention to kiire, though he’s already calming down at the mention of food.

“kiire, look at me,” nanami says gently. kiire snorts his snot back and nods, fiddling with the lapel on his jacket. “there are times when papa has to do some extra work. but i will always make up for lost time, okay?”

he holds out his pinky for a promise, smiling as kiire loops his finger around his.

“okay papa,” is his mumbled reply, before he clambers off of nanami’s lap to head towards the dining table.

dinner is completed after kiire has his snotty nose cleaned up and the dishes are washed and dried. you manage to wrangle your son into his pajamas while nanami takes a shower, putting him to bed with his favourite stuffed elephant tucked next to him. you close the door to kiire’s bedroom with a quiet sigh. just as you do so, nanami emerges from the bathroom.

“long day?” he asks and moves over to wrap his arm around your waist, kissing your hairline.

“i could say the same to you,” you reply.

you kiss him briefly. “you head on to bed first. i have to hang the laundry and prepare food for tomorrow’s bento,” you whisper against his lips.

“no. let me help.”

you let out a light laugh and miss the smile that nanami’s has on his face when you turn back to the kitchen. the both of you make light work of the chores, finishing quickly with the load split between you. it doesn’t take long before you’re wrapped up cozily in bed, head resting against nanami’s chest as he holds a paperback in hand.

you sleepily tell him about what had happened that day. kiire caught a frog in the pond nearby and brought it home (much to your displeasure, because it was wet and muddy), and about the croquette recipe you learnt. nanami replies with his own version of work, answering your questions about how a meeting went.

you fall asleep to the sound of nanami flipping the pages of his book. the room is quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioning. he glances briefly down at you, cheek pressed against him and a small patch of drool forming on his t shirt.

nanami thinks that maybe it’s time for him to quit his job. there’s a sense of satisfaction knowing that his boss will never be able to bully him again, and that he will always be back on time for dinner.

this is his warm sunshine, a house where you and kiire make it home. nanami makes a mental note to call gojo the next morning about that sorcerer job as he bookmarks his book and switches off the lamp, settling into bed with his arms wrapped around you.

in his sleep, he dreams of a lovely house built near a beach. you’re laughing as the water tickles your ankles with every rush of the tide, a glorious sound for him to hear. kiire paddles around in the shallower part of the ocean while nanami holds onto his float to make sure he doesn’t go too far. there’s remnants of a sandcastle on the shore, while a small pile of collected shells sit near your beach blanket.

the sun is warm. he relaxes, laughing as kiire splashes some water onto him.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento fluff #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #— nanamai! 🥖

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narukoibito · 3 years

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Ahhhh, what you do best, Naru: Mutual Pining + Stranded Due to Inclement Weather for the trope mashup ❤️

You know me so well, @whathefawkes! ♥️

Mutual Pining + Stranded Due to Inclement Weather

Annnnd I'm going to write a little scene from the librarian!Harry and witch!Ginny universe just for you.

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It was typical with Harry's luck that it would be pouring out the moment he got off his shift. While it had been wet out in the morning, it was nothing compared to the outright downpour of the moment. The only upside was the late email from his professor that the exam would be delayed because of car troubles.

Harry rifled through his book bag and, yep, he had forgotten to grab an umbrella this morning. He paused, attention caught by the colorful and odd magazine the redhead had left behind earlier. He looked back up at the sky, which rumbled ominously back at him.

Normally, he would use his bag to shield him, but he felt a reluctant affinity to the bizarre rag. Maybe she was unhinged and he should want nothing to do with her, but...while the content was utter nonsense, it didn’t necessarily mean she actually believed in these mythical what's-it creatures. Maybe it could even be a harmless hobby, like believing in the Loch Ness Monster.

It was whimsical and funny, and, he was a bit embarrassed to even think, a little magical. It filled him with a strange nostalgia, like those times he would sneak the Narnia books to his cupboard under the stairs.

Harry snorted. Maybe he liked the magazine because it would give the Dursleys a heart attack.

The magazine safe and secure between his textbooks, Harry tucked his bag tightly under his coat and made a run for it.

The downpour was even worse than it had looked. Rain pelted him relentlessly, immediately soaking him to the bone. His wet glasses made it impossible to see, and he had only made it three blocks before a car seemed to burst out of nowhere right in front of him. It veered just in time, the violent honking nearly drowned out by the storm and the adrenaline that pumped through his body.

It was too dangerous to keep going when Harry and possibly traffic couldn’t see. Teeth clattering, he needed somewhere to wait out the worst of the storm. He squinted through the curtains of water at the red splotches to his right. He rushed toward them, slippery fingers sliding and searching until they wrapped over the latch. With a sigh of relief, he hurried in and shut the door to keep out the rain.

"Oh!" a female voice said.

Shit, there was someone else squeezed in this telephone booth.

"Sorry, I didn't realize someone was in here!” He brushed his dripping locks out of his face to apologize properly.

His mouth dropped at the wide brown eyes looking up at him.

"Ow!" he yelped. In his shock, he had let go of his bag, which fell right on his foot.

He thought he couldn’t be any more stunned, but then the redhead from the library started laughing, a bright sound that seemed to chase away the gloom that had been hanging over him. "You’re really having a stellar day, aren’t you?" she teased, leaning down to pick up his bag.

"Yeah," Harry said, feeling a bit breathless as he accepted the bag.

She scrunched up her nose, which made her freckles bunch together. “You’re not one of those stalker-types, are you?”

“No!” He jumped at the accusation. “I couldn't see, and these booths are usually abandoned, what with cellphones, and I..."

He slowed to a stop when he registered her body was not trembling in fear but from her snickers.

“I’m sorry, you made it so easy.”

He sighed, removing his useless glasses. “You mock me, but I’d be blind in that weather even if I didn’t need these things.”

“Let me,” she said, taking his glasses from him. Without them, he couldn’t quite make out what she was doing as she muttered something under her breath. “There, that’s better.”

His heart sped up as she leaned toward him and placed his glasses on his face. He blinked, surprised. They were clearer than he could remember, like when they were brand new. Not just dry, but squeaky clean.

“Thank you,” he said, amazed and a bit flustered now that he could see her clearly. He hadn’t realized how close she was.

“No problem,” she said with a smile. A light hue brushed over her cheeks as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Suddenly Harry extremely self-conscious of the close proximity, the heat consolidating in the small space, making the glass fog in contrast to the cold, rain sliding down its exterior.

Harry swallowed hard.

Maybe his luck was turning around.

#whathefawkes #trope mashup #ohhh maybe you got me unstuck!#Harry Potter #Ginny Weasley #Harry/Ginny #hinny #librarian!harry #witch!ginny #mutual pining #stranded due in inclement weather

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years

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@sicktember Prompt # 20: Doctor Visit/Checkup

Title: The Best Medicine

Fandom: N/A

Based on this post by me. (Sick doctor)

A physician leaves work miserably sick. His RN girlfriend takes care of him.

(Author’s Note: This breaks the rule I set of less than 2k words but I wrote it before I decided to do this challenge and thought it worked well here. I just needed a sick doctor having PE performed on them ok 😅)

Due to the fact that it was 6:30 AM and she was still more asleep than awake, it took her a while to realize the man she was dating was standing behind her as she waited in line for coffee. However, in her defense, she had never seen him in this coffee line at this time of day before (and she herself was here at this time every day).

It wasn't until she heard a familiar, sniffly yawning noise that she turned and caught his eye.

"Shane? What are you doing here? You're usually sleeping right now." She didn't go to greet him right away, mainly because she didn't want to lose her place in line, and only two people stood between her and caffeination.

He too looked startled, though happy to see her. "Molly, hey," he said. There was a squeaky rasp to his voice and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. "Had an early meeting that got cancelled at the last minute. Since I was already awake, figured I'd come into the office early and clear out my inboxes."

"Gotcha. Well cool, that means I get to treat you to coffee for once. You find a place to sit and I'll get the drinks."

He shot her a grateful look and stepped out of line.

Molly ordered, received, and paid for the coffees quickly, tipping generously, before going to join Shane. He kissed her on the cheek as he took his cup, and they shared a warm smile as they made their way to a little sitting area, sharing a bench against the wall.

"Kathy's coffee is the best in the hospital. You'll love this."

"So you've told me many times. I'm glad I finally get to try it. What did you get me?"

"A surprise. You'll like it, trust me."

"Cheers, then." With another smile, they tapped their cups together before taking long pulls of their beverages.

"This is delicious," he said after a moment. "Best I've ever had from here. Thanks, babe."

"My pleasure." They sat for a bit in companionable silence, sipping their drinks. However, Molly couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at her partner with increasing frequency. Now that she was next to him, she saw he looked quite unwell. He was pale and shivery, with a flush over his cheeks and ears, and looking overall rundown and uncomfortable, a far cry from his usual easy smile and warm, steady demeanor.

"Is everything ok, doc? You really don't look good."

"You're saying I look ugly today?" he countered teasingly, dodging the question.

She nudged him playfully. "You're just as handsome as ever. I'm saying you look sick. Are you feeling ok?"

He shrugged. "Think I'm just tired. Not used to being up so early. My head and throat are kinda sore I guess."

"Just tired, huh?" She reached out and placed her palm to his forehead, then his flushed cheeks, and finally his neck, where she could feel the swollen lymph nodes she had already seen. She clicked her tongue scoldingly.

"That's a fever, Doctor Mitchell, and a high one at that. Why in the world did you come to work today?"

"No kidding, really?" Shane leaned back against the wall, rubbing his neck and looking sheepish. "I can't even remember the last time I had a fever. Had to have been before medical school. Guess I forgot what it feels like."

"Hmm. Well regardless, you need to go home. You can't risk infecting your patients and staff."

"Yeah, of course. I'll go now."

When he stood, she did as well, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Feel better. Get lots of rest and fluids."

"I know the drill," he rasped, smiling a little. "I am a physician."

"Sometimes I have my doubts, mister 'doesn't know what a fever feels like.' Sports medicine doesn't deal with the flu much." She kissed his shoulder fondly.

"Yeah, yeah." He pulled away, running his thumb over her jawline. "Thanks again for the coffee. I'll see you later. Text me when you have time. I'm sure I'll be bored out of my mind."

"Will do."

She watched him go wistfully, wishing she was going with him.

Naturally he wasn't far from her thoughts for the rest of the day. The hospital OB-GYN clinic was as busy as ever, and the hustle and bustle kept Molly, an RN, quite distracted, but every moment of downtime found her wondering how Shane was doing.

She texted him a few times as he requested. The first time he replied right away, saying he had made it home safely and was relaxing on the couch. The second time he replied a few hours later, saying how tired he was and how he really was starting to feel unwell, but he was doing fine. The third time he never replied.

Her plans for the weekend had been solidified in her mind as soon as she felt how feverish he was. She practically ran out the door as soon as she clocked out. Her first stop was her house to change clothes, shower, and gather some supplies. Her second stop was Shane's favorite soup and sandwich place for two quarts of soup and two sandwiches to go. From there, she headed to Shane's condo across town.

She hadn't informed him she was coming because she had wanted it to be a bit of a surprise. Initially her plan was to leave the soup and sandwich on the stoop and ring the bell, then duck out of sight until the last minute. However, her plan changed when she caught a glimpse of him through the front door.

He was fast asleep, sprawled out on his stomach on the couch. Bundled under two blankets and snoring with his mouth open, surrounded by a nest of used tissues and dishes, he was the picture of illness.

She didn't have the heart to wake him by knocking, so instead she used her copy of his house key to let herself in quietly, being careful not to let the cold air in with her. He didn't stir even after she shut and re-locked the door. After removing her coat, she deposited the items she had brought in the kitchen, then returned to his side. Perching on the edge of the couch, she ran her hand over his face and through his hair to wake him.

He stirred weakly, mumbling and snuffling as he opened his eyes. His face lit up upon seeing her, and he quickly sat up, leaning all of his sleepy, overly-warm weight against her for a tight hug.

"Molly, you're here! I'mb so habby to see you," he croaked earnestly.

She hugged him back just as tightly. "Of course I'm here. When you stopped replying to my texts, I knew I had to come check on you. You look so sick, poor guy, and you're so stuffed up. Are you surviving?"

He shrugged, pulling away. "I guess. I'mb doi'g ok. So achy and tired. Just been sleebi'g all day." He licked his cracked lips and tried to swallow, which resulted in a grimace. "Budt you should go, babe. I don'dt wandt you to catch this. It's ndasty."

As if to prove his point, he turned away from her to cough productively into his elbow, thick and chesty. He followed it up with a honking nose blow that was far less productive. She watched this display sympathetically.

"I'm not leaving you all alone and sick like this. And anyway, if I do get sick, I think I know a doctor who could take care of me." She bumped her shoulder against his. He smiled wanly. "Now, have you taken any medicine recently?"

He sheepishly averted his eyes. "Umb… ndo. I… don'dt really have anythi'g to take."

"Ugh, Shane. Don't tell me you're one of those 'it only treats the symptoms' purists."

"Ndo, it's ndot thad. Like I told you, I just haven't been sigck in years. I've never thought to buy cold mbedicine."

"You're such a guy," she sighed. "Even if you are a doctor. You at least got your flu shot right?"

"Yeah. Budt they're already sayi'g it's probably ndot goi'g to be very effective this year."

"Of course they are." She sighed again. "However, I had a hunch this would happen, so I came prepared." She quickly retrieved a bag from the kitchen which rattled with medications, sitting down beside him again. She selected the ones she wanted and shook them into his hand, watching closely as he swallowed them.

"You're acti'g like you don'dt trust mbe to take care of mbyself," he teased, taking several gulps of water to chase the pills.

"That's not necessarily true. I just want to do everything possible to help you feel better."

He had to cough harshly again before he could answer, hard enough to redden his face. "I love thad you wandt to take care of mbe. Budt you should really go. I'mb so contagious right ndow, and I don'dt wandt to try to stay away from you."

"Then don't. I came here to be close to you. I don't care if I get sick. It's the weekend anyway. I'm here for you and only you. Besides, you were probably contagious yesterday too, and we still made out. So it doesn't matter anyway."

"You're too good to mbe," he mumbled, finally succumbing and leaning his full weight against her, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. "Budt I still don'dt approve. You're staying AMA, just so we're clear."

"Call me a rebel, then," she murmured, stroking his sweaty hair.

He sneezed suddenly, only once, but wet and laborious, catching it in his elbow. She quickly pulled a tissue from the nearby box. He took it gratefully, blowing his stopped nose as best he could before resting against her again. He sighed deeply as she resumed her petting.

"You're lugcky the desire to be taken care of when sigck is a deebply ingrained biological traidt," he continued to mumble, sounding sleepier by the second.

"I am, huh? Well you're talking an awful lot for someone who has no voice."

She felt him smile against her, but he did fall silent for a while, aside from his sniffling and soft coughing. She thought he was going back to sleep when he spoke up again.

"You know whad would mbake mbe feel even better thad mbedicine? Sumb soubp."

"Hmm, well it just so happens you have a girlfriend who thinks of everything." She gently shifted him off of her, going back to the kitchen and returning with a quart of soup and a sandwich.

"Sal's chigcken rice?" he rasped, his eyes lighting up hungrily as he sat up straighter.

"Naturally. We've been together almost two years. I know what you like when you're not feeling good."

"You're a lifesaver," he groaned, taking the proffered food and digging in right away.

"I'm glad you have an appetite anyway. I won't ever forget last year's stomach flu incident."

"Ugh, don'dt rembind mbe," he said with a shudder. "Bud other than thad one time, I'll always have an abbetite for this soubp. This is all I've wanted all day." He wolfed down the food with unexpected vigor.

"Well then you're lucky I think of everything, like I said. And to think you wanted to kick me out."

"I ndever *wanted* you kigck you oud. I'm just goi'g to hade mbyself whed you ged sigck," he mumbled, swallowing a mouthful.

"Maybe I won't get sick, did you think of that? And like I've been saying--" She leaned in to kiss him fully on the mouth, long and hard, until he pulled away gasping. "--I don't care. As long as you promise to take care of me if I do, I won't complain about a few days off. So stop worrying."

"Ugh, take it easy babe," he moaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "This fever has mby blood flow all mbessed ub. You can'dt be usi'g your lips on mbe like thad."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to seduce you today. Unless you instigate it of course." She gave him a wicked look and he flushed.

"You're something else, Mol," he muttered, unable to hide a smile.

"Just eat your 'soob'."

He did what he was told while she tidied up his sick bed area. When he was almost done, she fetched another bag from the kitchen and began rummaging through it. He eyed the items she pulled out suspiciously.

"How much crabp did you bri'g? And whad are you doi'g ndow?"

"Something I've always wanted to do. And something I think will make you smile."

"I feel like I've been smili'g since you godt here."

It was Molly's turn to flush and smile. "Something that might make you laugh, then."

She sat close beside him on the couch with her stethoscope around her neck, placing a little tablet of paper and a pen in front of her on the table.

"Constitution:" she both said this out loud and wrote it on the paper. "Well-nourished. Unwell appearing today. Complains of malaise and myalgia. Lymphatics:"

She had been neatly writing everything down as she spoke. After the last word, she reached out to gently palate the visibly swollen lymph nodes in his neck. He moaned softly as she massaged them, the moan turning into a cough.

"Cervical lymphadenopathy noted. Lymph nodes tender to palpation." She wrote this down as well.

"Whad are you doi'g, Mol?"

"You get to be a doctor all the time. Today you're definitely the patient, so I'm taking my turn being the doctor and doing a physical exam on you. We need to make a diagnosis after all."

"Ah, of course. Mby apologies, please continue," he said with a little laugh, wiping his nose with a tissue.

"Thank you. Open your mouth please." Inserting a thermometer under his tongue, she also took his pulse with her watch as the thermometer calibrated.

"Resting heart rate is elevated at 86 bpm. Temperature is abnormal at 101.8 degrees Fahrenheit."

"I could've told you thad. I just toogk my tembp before you godt here."

"I find that hard to believe since you were sleeping when I got here. Now shh. Actually say 'ah'." She situated a tongue depressor in his mouth, peering in. "Throat erythematous and inflamed," she said and wrote. "Now lean forward a bit if you would."

He did as he was told, looking slightly put-upon and she slid the diaphragm of her stethoscope under his worn university tee shirt, placing it on his back as she listened to him breathe for a moment. "Minor ronchi noted. No crackles or rales. Minimal concern for pneumonia at this time."

"Well thad's a relief," he said, sniffling wetly.

"Shh, I still need to listen to your heart," she said, sliding the diaphragm of the stethoscope around to his chest.

"Terrible beside manner. I'm leavi'g a ndegative review."

She gave him her sternest "doctor" look. He merely smiled impishly. She sighed, biting back a smile of her own, and listened again.

"Normal rhythm. L-1, L-2 heard."

Setting aside the instruments, she slid her hands under his shirt, feeling gently.

"Skin is overly warm or feverish. Abdomen is soft, non-tender and non-distended."

"You didn't have to go under mby shirt, you know. Abdominal exam cad be done over clothi'g," he said, smirking.

"I was being… thorough," she said with a wink.

He chuckled hoarsely. "Someone's godt the hots for their patiendt. Thad's trouble," he murmured, stifling a yawn as he pulled his blanket closer around himself with a shiver.

"Neurologic: grossly normal. Tremors noted due to chills. Psychiatric: patient is oriented to person, place, time. Behavior normal, but appears lethargic, fatigued and sleepy."

After writing down these final notes, she cuddled up beside him on the couch, wrapping him in her arms and pulling him close as he started shivering in earnest. He nestled against her wearily.

"How did I do?" she murmured. "Did I make you laugh a little at least?"

"Very thorough and efficiendt," he mumbled sleepily, coughing. "And yes you did. Whad's your diagnosis and treadtment plan, doctor?"

"At best a severe case of rhinovirus. I'm more inclined to think influenza due to the fever, but we'll continue to monitor. No active intervention needed at this time. Bed rest at home, OTC medication as needed and adequate hydration recommended." At this she handed him his water bottle. He drank several big gulps before handing it back to her and snuggling in again.

"If that's what the doctor orders," he sniffled, closing his eyes.

She held him for a while, since that seemed to be all he wanted, just rubbing his back and stroking his hair. However, they were forced to move when Shane pulled away to break into one of his barking, painful coughing fits. He tried to settle again after the fact, making a face.

"I don't feel good, Mol," he mumbled pathetically. "This sugcks."

"I know, doc. But I'm doing everything I can to help you feel better. I didn't realize your fever was so high though," she murmured. "And that was after you took medicine. But you seemed just fine yesterday. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

"Thad's one of the reasons you have the hots for mbe, you know id is," he croaked.

"The only thing with the hots around here is that fever. You're sweltering."

"Sorry," he mumbled, yet made no effort to move off of her. Instead he sneezed wetly into his elbow.

"Update, you're sweltering *and* gross," she said conversationally. Yet she made no effort to move away from him either, kissing his forehead instead. He yawned as she did. "And sleepy."

"Thingk I'm just sigck," he muttered.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Do you want to go back to sleep right now?"

"Ndo. Ndot while you're here. I'm too sigck to sleeb anyway."

"There's no such thing as being too sick to sleep. But if you don't want to sleep right now, I have one more present for you."

"You've already given mbe too mbuch."

"There's no such thing as that either." She carefully shifted out from under him again and attempted to head to the kitchen once more. Before she could take more than a step though, he caught her hand and made her turn around. Seeing his imploring look, she stepped back into the V of his legs. He wrapped his arms fully around her, burying his hot face in her abdomen.

"Thangk you mbuch for the soubp and mbedicine, baby. You really are a lifesaver. I just wanted to tell you thad."

She nuzzled her face into his messy hair. "Anything to help you feel better. I can tell you're still miserable though."

"Nodt miserable with you here."

"Just sick."

"Mhm," he mumbled, sleepily as ever. She let him hold her for another moment or two before speaking again.

"Seriously though, I have something else I want to give you. It'll just take a second to grab."

"Fine," he sighed. As he pulled away, she saw a hazy, pre-sneeze look cross his face. Sure enough, as she trotted to the kitchen, behind her she heard him emit a pair of messy, rough sneezes.

"That soup really got your nose going, huh?" she asked as she reentered the living room.

"Guess so," he sniffled, blowing his nose thickly. "Thad's the poindt though, right?"

"Indeed it is." She moved to the entertainment center and quickly plugged her laptop into the TV.

"Now whad are you doi'g?"

"Maybe you should stop asking questions and just wait and see."

"You know I hade surprises."

"That's not true at all in my experience, so I'm calling your bluff on that one. But you won't have to wait long for this one either way."

After a few setting changes to allow the laptop display to be projected on the TV, Molly popped a disk into the drive and started it up.

"Are we watchi'g somethi'g?"

"You and your questions." She tossed a thick DVD case into his lap. He picked it up, his eyes widening happily.

"The original Jurassic Park trilogy? Holy crabp, this is awesome!"

"I'm glad you approve," she laughed, stepping into his arms again. "It was going to be your Christmas present, but I figured a sick day at home is an even better occasion."

"This is perfect, love. You're ambazing," he mumbled, squeezing her tightly.

"Anything for my best guy." She nuzzled his hair again fondly. "Anything to help you sleep."

"I don'dt wandt to sleeb while you're here though. I don'dt wandt to mbiss out on seei'g you."

"Well then you're in luck, because I'm planning on staying here all weekend. So I'll be here when you fall asleep and when you wake up. No time wasted at all."

A grin split his face. "You'd do thad for mbe?"

"I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise. Doctors need to be looked after too, especially by their nurse girlfriends. So you stretch out and get comfortable and leave the rest to me."

"You're cooler than anadomy and dinosaurs combined, you know thad?"

Molly giggled happily. "I don't know if I'll ever come back from such high praise. You better quit while you're ahead, Dr. Mitchell."

"Only if you promise to make mbe coffee in the morni'g. Your good coffee."

"Sounds like a plan," she said with a grin and another kiss.

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 20

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badfrideas · 3 years

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whenevr you say "anon i am honked", i just imagine fucl in a little clown outfit honking her nose

She honks the nose but it’s not actually squeaky, she just yells “HONK”.

#replies #fucl lore

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honeytae · 4 years

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It’s more fun here with you, anyway.

basically, namjoon and the reader are homebodies who hate clubs but adore the other boys enough to let them drag them out to one. this is ridiculously soft, i’m sorry in advance.

tags: @ahgasearmyfan

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.4k

You were twisting the cap onto the tube of your mascara when you heard the sound of your boyfriend’s feet padding down the hallway, looking up to see the man turning into the room with a confused pout on his lips and a scrunch between his dark eyebrows.

“Baby, have you seen that watch I have with the-“ He paused as his eyes lifted from the ground, taking in your appearance with his mouth gaped open and widened eyes.

“Holy shit, you look amazing.” He breathed, stunned at the way your tight dress was accentuating every curve of your body.

He stumbled over his own foot as he approached you, making you giggle at the clumsy action as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled in response to the sound, his large hands traveling on their own accord up and down the sides of your body being hugged by the dress you wore.

“Maybe we should stay in tonight.” He arched an eyebrow, smirking as he paused his hands motions on your hips. He gripped the flesh, pulling your hips flush to his and smiling proudly when you shivered.

“I would actually love that, but I think we’re getting a bit of a bad rap with all the cancellations.”

The truth was, Namjoon was a homebody. He always preferred to stay at home in his time off. He would read a book, watch a movie, or take a nap. It could be anything as long as he was in the comfort of his own home, despite his friends always begging him to come out with them.

And when he had met you, that had only increased. You were the exact same way, never understanding the appeal of deafening pop songs and flashing lights that never failed to make you have a pulsing in your head, no matter how much alcohol you consumed.

Namjoon’s members had been begging the two of you to go on one of their late night outings for months now, but you and your boyfriend always seemed to find an excuse to get the two of you out of the plans.

There was a limit, however, to how many times you could deny the six pouting faces asking you two to join them, so tonight, you were finally going to see what all the fuss was about.

Namjoon nodded in agreement, knowing you were right and that you had to go now that you committed. He sighed as he stepped back a bit to scan your figure once more.

“You’re testing me tonight, my love.” He said, shaking his head with a scoffed laugh when you winked at him.

“That’s the point.” You teased, making his jaw drop dramatically in a feigned gasp.

It fell silent for a moment as he stationed a palm at the bottom of your spine, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling away to look at you with his sparkling brown eyes.

“You really are the most gorgeous person in the world, you know that?” He praised sincerely, admiring the soft pink blush rising to the skin of your cheeks.

“I love you.” You said simply, pulling him down closer to you with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I love you, too.” Namjoon tipped his head to the side, pressing his lips to yours in repetitive soft pecks until you were whining for more.

He chuckled, giving in to his own desires and attaching his lips to yours in a longer kiss. You sighed against his mouth, Namjoon taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips.

The honk of the Uber outside was what broke the two of you apart, Namjoon groaning at the car forcing him to pull away from you. You both tried to regain some composure, wanting to avoid any and all teasing from the other boys about your obviously flustered appearances.

You swiped your lipgloss off of Namjoon’s lips with your thumb as his fingers attached themselves to the bunched up material of your dress, straightening the fabric where his hands had lifted the clothing.

His hand reached up to yours, withdrawing it from his face gently. He cheekily licked his lips, intertwining his fingers with yours and leaning his forehead against your own, smiling when you tipped your head up to press a final peck to his lips.

It had to have been a couple of hours after you’d arrived that things started to get a little too wild for you and Namjoon, opting to get off the dance floor and sit in the booth you’d originally met the boys in upon your arrival.

At this point, all the other members were drunk off their asses and no longer had any sense left in them.

“I think I’ve lost my youth.” Namjoon said thoughtfully, watching as Jimin jumped onto a table and began dancing despite Yoongi complaining about his antics.

You laughed at the chaos Jimin seemed to create whenever he had a few drinks too many, nodding in agreement and smiling when you felt Namjoon stroke your cheek affectionately.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked, cringing visibly at the sound of shattering glass behind him.

He turned to inspect the noise, chuckling when he saw Hoseok with an empty hand and a guilty expression.

“I’d love that. Let’s just go say goodbye to the boys.” You said, Namjoon nodding as he scooted out of the booth to lead you out onto the dance floor.

After asking all the boys if they wanted a ride home, them declining kindly, you reminded them to not drive themselves and text you when they got home safely.

“Okay, mom!” Taehyung cheekily replied, giggling when he received a forced glare from you. Despite his annoying response, you still couldn’t be mad at the fluffy haired boy with that damn square smile.

“We’ll be safe, don’t worry.” Seokjin reassured you, engulfing you in a hug before sending you off with a “Goodnight, grandma.”

You heard his squeaky laugh as you flipped him off, turning to embrace a very drunken Jimin singing along to the song playing through the speakers with his glass of alcohol raised above his head.

“Are you leaving?” He pouted, his frown intensifying as you nodded in response.

It was then that you felt Namjoon’s arms loop around your waist, silently announcing that he was finished with his goodbyes as he perched his chin on top of your shoulder.

“Ah, the old married couple. Knew they wouldn’t last long.” Yoongi chimed in from behind Jimin, smirking as you shook your head at his words.

“Should I remind you that you’re the old man here?” You responded sassily, Namjoon belly laughing into your ear making a soft smile lift your lips.

Yoongi shook his head at your teasing, waving you off with a smile as he turned to get another drink at the bar.

You made sure to track down Jungkook and Hobi before leaving, interrupting their deep conversation as they sat at the bar. Hoseok looked like he was trying to sober himself up, clutching a glass of water instead of the earlier smashed glass full of alcohol. He always was a lightweight.

After receiving two hugs from the pouting boys, Namjoon ruffled their hair affectionately as they complained about how old he was.

Namjoon furrowed his brows as he replied, “Hobi, we’re the same age.”

Hoseok only shrugged with a slight smile, brain too foggy to defend his words. Wishing them a final goodnight, you both retreated from the counter of the bar.

“Ready, baby?” Your boyfriend asked softly, getting an eager nod in response from you before he began walking the two of you forward, arms wrapped around your waist and chest pressed to your back as he guided you to the exit of the building.

You felt like you could finally breathe again once you were outside, finally in fresh cool air instead of the hot and stuffy air inside of the club you’d been in. Namjoon took a deep breath, seemingly feeling the same sense of relief that you did to be out of the crowded environment.

You shifted your body from directly in front of your boyfriend to the side of him, holding his hand to lift his arm around your shoulders so that you could lean into his side.

He welcomed the action with a fond smile as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, ordering a car for the two of you to ride home in.

It was silent for a few minutes as you stood on the sidewalk, both of you trying to unwind from the time spent in the loud club as you waited for the car coming to pick you up.

“What kind of trouble do you think they’re gonna get into?” You wondered out loud, breaking the silence of the street as Namjoon hummed, pondering the scenarios in his head.

“I’d say nothing we’d be able to stop them from, anyway.” He answered, leaning down to kiss your cheek as a car pulled up to the curb.

Namjoon reached over to open the door to the backseat for you, allowing you to slide in before following you and shutting the door behind him.

He gave the directions to your home, the driver nodding before driving off into the night.

Namjoon exhaled a deep sigh, leaning back against the seat and looking out the window at the lit up city passing by outside.

He turned back to you with a gentle smile, wrapping his arm around your body in an attempt to get you closer to him. You leaned against his chest, pressing your ear to the material of his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He rested his other hand on your thigh, tracing the skin in small circles with his thumb.

He leaned down to press his lips to your forehead, repeating the action several times before you lifted your head to connect your lips with his.

You kept it brief, not wanting to make the driver uncomfortable, but your heart fluttered when Namjoon lifted his hand to your face, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip lovingly. He looked into your eyes deeply, conveying the feelings you made him feel with just a single look.

“I’m so in love with you.” He said softly, tucking his chin into his neck to look at your face leaned against his body.

“I’m so in love with you.” You emphasized, stretching your neck up to press a single kiss to his neck before grabbing his hand.

He watched with a soft smile as you began to play with his fingers, lifting each one with your pointer finger and letting it drop back down onto his lap.

It wasn’t long after that when the vehicle pulled up to your home, both of you thanking the driver before getting out.

Namjoon walked behind you, watching with amusement when you began skipping up to the front door.

“Happy to be home, love?” He asked, house key jingling in his hold as he took them out of his pocket.

“Definitely.” You nodded, kissing the dimple on his cheek and trailing your lips over his pronounced jawline. You felt him clench his jaw muscle at your actions, desperately trying to concentrate on twisting the key in the lock to open the door as you smiled at your obvious effect on him.

Namjoon shoved the door open, gesturing for you to go ahead in front of him as he held the door for you with his arm.

You slid your shoes off as Namjoon did the same, separating as you eagerly made your way to the kitchen and Namjoon headed to the sofa in the living room.

Namjoon unclasped the top few buttons of his shirt as he reclined on the cushions, curiosity stirring in his brain at the sound of clinking silverware in the kitchen.

“I got the ice cream.” You announced, eyes landing on the gallon of chocolate ice cream on the shelf in front of you. Retrieving the carton from the freezer, you shut the door and walked out of the kitchen to rejoin the man in the living room.

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend cheer from the couch, his head lifting from where it was previously laid against the back of the sofa. His eyes lit up at the tub of chocolate ice cream in your hand, and a spoon in the other.

“Come here, baby.” He held his arms open, patting his dress pant clad thighs in an open invitation as you stepped toward him.

You lowered yourself down onto his lap, straddling his waist and folding your legs on either side of him so that your shins were pressed to the couch.

You placed a spoon into the ice cream, holding it up to his lips as you raised your eyebrows expectantly. He chuckled, opening his mouth for you to put the spoon into and moaning at the taste on his tongue.

“Good?” You asked, getting a decisive nod from him before digging the spoon back into the dessert and bringing it to your own mouth. You hummed at the sweet taste, nodding in agreement as Namjoon admired your adorable happy expression.

“Is it okay that we ditched the party?” He asked suddenly, guilt taking over his face as he smoothed your hair back behind your ear.

“More than okay.” You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his pouted bottom lip.

“It’s more fun here with you, anyway.” You assured him as you dipped the spoon back into the ice cream.

Namjoon hummed in response, opening his mouth when you lifted another spoonful of chocolate flavored cream to his lips.

“Is that so?” He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously as he swallowed the ice cream.

“Yeah. You and ice cream, my two favorite things.” You said simply, your nonchalant shrug making him smile as he leaned in to place his lips on yours.

It started out gentle, Namjoon kissing you sweetly before his love and lust for you took over his actions. Inevitably, the kiss got more and more heated, Namjoon’s hands traveling farther and farther down your back until they were dangerously close to your ass.

He grabbed the carton of ice cream from between you, leaning forward with you to place it on the coffee table in front of the couch, never disconnecting his lips from yours.

“Hey, my ice cream.” You joked, immediately moaning when Namjoon rolled his hips up against yours.

“Fuck the ice cream.” He grunted as you grinded back down onto him, smirking when you gasped as he snuck his hand under the hem of your dress.

Yeah. Fuck the ice cream.

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