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starbuckie · 3 years

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college!chris beck taking care of his best friend hc?

oooh! yes, we do love us a good college chris beck fic. i hope you enjoy this nonnie!

it starts when you’re coughing over in his dorm, and he’s trying his best not to coddle you bc he knows you’ll beat his ass

but then you’re in biology together the next day, sitting at the back during a lecture, and your professor cannot finish speaking bc every three seconds you’re wheezing cough is echoing around the hall

chris is glaring at the side of your head, his response to your earlier “i’m fine, doc, it’s just a dry cough” and your professor just looks scared that you’re gonna get everyone else sick

so he’s had enough and just sends you out “i’ll email you later, you’re gonna give everyone a damn cold” and you’re forced to pack your bags while everyone snickers under their breath at their tecaher’s comment

of course chris is texting you during the lecture

he’s bored as fuck without you, so gamepigeon will have to suffice as you lay immobile on your bed with what the on-campus nurse says is a cold

your nose is running and you feel hot and even though chris is sending you encouragement you still feel tired and beat up so you eventually pass out

“good afternoon, sweetheart” you nearly scream when you see chris’ face right i front of yours, a small smile on his lips

“i brought you some soup and gatorade and tea” “gatorade?” “you hardly eat woman, you need electrolytes”

so he sits on your bed, against your wishes for his health, and grudgingly watches gossip girl with you

“y/n, why is nate sleeping with an old woman, there’s like so many girls willing to date him” “i don’t know, chris, he’s kinda a dumb baby though i still love him” “i thought i was your dumb baby” “no, you’re just my baby”

and god if it doesn’t make him blush and bury his head in your lap when you say that

but then dinner time rolls around and he leave you, whining and overly dramatic

“you said you’d never leave, i thought you loved me, beck” “sweetheart, i’m literally feeding you, quit your whining” “can you get me garlic bread please” “dude i don’t even think they have garlic bread tonight” “did you just call me dude?” “shut up, l/n”

when he comes back he’s forcing the food into your mouth because he knows damn well if he doesn’t feed you himself you’re probably not gonna touch it

he doesn’t let you move from your bundle on blankets on the bed

and he’s got invited from a few of the guys in his building asking him to go out but when you ask who’s texting him he’s shrugs it off then tells the guys that he’s got better things to do

*swoon*

using his organized notes and all his colorful highlighters (“chris you should get pastel ones” “will they improve your focus on studying?” “...yes” “fine.”) and he’s working through the material form your missed classes

he leaves to piss for like three minutes and by the time he comes back your drooling in your textbook

he should be hounding you to study, but he also knows the importance of getting better by resting

so even though it’s only eight o’clock, your roommate comes back to find the the two of you passed out on eachother, chris’ body literally cocooned around your sick self under three blankets

and the next morning finds both of you in the nurse’s ward, feeling hot and sweaty and coughing, but holding hands nonetheless

when i get to college if i do not have a chris beck i will scream

#chris beck #christopher beck #chris x reader #chris beck x y/n #chris beck x you #sebastian stan #sebastianstan #sebstan #tinymalscoffeedrabbles

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one-abuse-survivor · 3 years

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What do good parents do when the child is sick? Do they cuddle them? Can people in the notes share their experience maybe?

I think im starting to realise its not normal to be left home alone when youre feeling ill... My parents didnt want to hug me when I had a cold cause they didnt want to get sick themselves. Do other parents do that? I kinda want to know how i should have been treated

I’ll share some of my experiences with you, nonnie; if anyone else wants to share theirs, please go ahead!

I must say though my mother was very abusive, taking care of me when I was ill was one of the few things she did right. I remember she’d always come and pick me from school if I called; she always made me soup, made sure I had blankets/a hot water bottle if I needed them, and when I was a kid she definitely didn’t mind hugging me and holding me if I was sick, no matter how contagious I was. She also always let me have the comfiest sofa and choose what we watched on TV when I was sick. She wasn’t nearly as good as taking me to the doctor (she was pretty neglectful in that regard), but she was definitely caring when it came to common colds and the flu and stuff. I can’t even imagine how horrible it must feel to be feeling sick as a kid and want the comfort and warmth of your parents, and be told they don’t want to touch you because they don’t want to get your cold :(

My dad is also really good about it! He makes the best soups and he always takes care of me when my stomach is feeling weird nowadays; he makes me herbal teas, sits with me and rubs my back and holds me close, leaves me space if I say I need to be alone, and cuddles me on the sofa if I want to be cuddled.

I think whether it’s normal to leave you home alone when sick depends a lot on the kid’s age and how sick they are. But it’s my understanding that parents don’t care about getting sick when their kid is sick; their kid’s comfort comes first, and kids need cuddles and safety and comfort when they’re ill.

Sending a hug your way ❤

#ask #abuse tw #neglect tw #Neglectful parents

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thegoodthebadthesickly · 5 years

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Hi! I was rereading your Bad thing happen Bingo prompt fics and I thought it would be so ironic for Percy to be dehydrated and for Nico to have hallucinations in two different fics, if you want.

OOF. This is crazy late and I’m not even sure you’re still out there, nonny, but here it Nico with hallucinations! I hope you like it!

Stars are completed, swirls are requested!

Request: Hallucinations

Fandom: PJO/HoO

Requested by: Anonymous on Tumblr

If you've read my Riordan!verse book, this plot probably looks familiar, but it was really cute and a perfect fit for some Solangelo whump! So sue me! Actually, please don't. I'm poor.

"Nico, are you paying attention?" Will asked, waving a hand in front of Nico's glassy eyes.

"Hmm?" Nico hummed, blinking innocently, trying to make his brain focus on what Will was saying. "I'm listening." The drowsiness really wasn't his fault, it was the stupid meds he was on for the cold that had somehow developed into an all-star blend of bronchitis/flu he'd managed to catch thanks to his chronically crappy 1920s immune system that somehow still wasn't used to the germs of the 21st century.

"Then explain the dosages of these medications to me before I leave for work." Will demanded, gesturing to the bedside table full of various bottles of pills and liquids.

"Two of the little yellow and white ones every twelve hours, two of the blue ones every six hours, a full cup of the brown stuff, a full cup of the yellow stuff when I need to stay awake and breathe, a full cup of the pink stuff when I don't want to puke, and two sprays of the nose stuff if I want to be able to breathe out of my nose." Nico rasped, hacking and coughing when all of the talking irritated his shredded throat.

"The terminology was a little lacking, but that was actually right." Will said in disbelief, surveying the various bottles of pills and liquids. "Are you sure you don't want me to call in? You're still so weak. You barely made it to the bathroom without getting winded earlier." Will knit his eyebrows, frowning as he sat down beside Nico and put a hand to his forehead. Yep, fever was still as present as ever.

"Will, it's already been three days. I think I can manage to keep myself alive for the next twelve hours." Nico tried, and failed to sit up on his mountain of pillows in an attempt to show independence, all he really got was another worried look from Will.

"Plus," Nico continued, knowing that Will was one cough away from calling into work again, "You never know when you'll need a sick day for yourself." Nico wheezed, trying to breathe normally as his lungs screamed for oxygen.

"Doctor's don't get sick."

"Charlotte," Nico looked to the other side of the bed to see their cat lounging across Will's vacant pillow, "Do you want to remind your father about the Great Pneumonia Debacle of 2017, or should I?" He asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Merrr. Charlotte trilled.

"Charlotte, language!" Will laughed. "Alright, alright. Point taken. I'll go to work, but I'll be back at 3 to check on you, or I'll send Annabeth. She's immune to your charms." Will stood up, folding his arms and giving Nico an incredulous look.

"No one is immune to my charms, right Charlotte?" Nico smirked, looking over at the cat who was now sound asleep.

"She agrees." Nico reassured Will.

"I'm sure." Will laughed and rolled his eyes, leaning down to give Nico a kiss on the forehead.

Nico took one last opportunity to breathe in the scent of Will before he turned and walked to the door to get his bag.

"For the record," Nico said nonchalantly, leaning back into his pillows, "I know that was a poorly disguised attempt to check my temperature." He called as Will rounded the corner out of the bedroom.

"For the record, you still have one." Will grinned, popping his head back into the doorway.

Will disappeared and Nico could hear the front door opening a moment later.

"Love you. Try not to fall and hit your head on the bathtub or overdose on Advil today!" Will yelled, mostly joking.

"I make no promises." Nico screeched back. "Love you too."

Nico coughed roughly, barely hearing the door shut. When he could -- sort of -- breathe normally once again, Nico wished he'd asked Will to stay. Being left alone with his crappy immune system and nothing to distract him from his own thoughts was not very high on Nico's agenda.

After laying around in bed for a while, Nico got up, tried not to fall over from the wave of dizziness that consumed him momentarily, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, and shuffled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

"Try to eat something." Will's voice echoed in his head. Maybe he'd try some toast, Nico thought. Will would be proud of Nico's budding self-preservation skills.

On second thought, Nico corrected, he was glad Will had gone to work. Dr. Solace had barely let him out of bed for the last three days and had basically been drowning him in soup. If he was winded just by walking to the kitchen, Nico thought he'd just keep that to himself.

Finding the kettle, Nico filled it with water and put it on the stove to boil. He found some English breakfast tea and his favorite mug and set them on the counter beside the stove. Seeing little black and white spots on the edges of his vision prompted Nico to sit at the table and wait for the kettle to boil. Maybe Will had been onto something by putting him on bed rest.

Once he was sure he wouldn't pass out and bludgeon himself on the kitchen sink, Nico got up once again to make himself some toast like his Will voice had suggested. As he finished buttering the toast, the kettle made a high pitched whistle noise, indicating that it was ready.

After carefully pouring the boiling water with trembling hands -- which could have been from hunger, fever, or both -- Nico sat down to eat. He could feel nausea building in his stomach, but he knew it'd only get worse if he didn't eat. Plus, he wouldn't be able to stomach any of the meds until he ate.

Nico ate and drank slowly, sure that every bite or sip would send him hobbling towards the bathroom. Thankfully, he managed to keep the food and drink down and the nausea had faded to a manageable level.

He was tired. No. Not just tired. There had to be a word for more than tired, but Nico's gummy brain wouldn't think of it right now.

Nico quickly, in spirit, not body, shuffled back to the room and his bed. When he was settled, he measured out all of the various pills and liquids he was supposed to take, one of everything since it was the first dose of the day, and was about to pass out when he remembered to set an alarm for his next dose of meds, and promptly passed out.

Nico had weird dreams, but that was pretty normal if you were a Demigod or taking prescription strength cough medicine. There was something about a goatman and there was also a horse who kept yelling at Nico and calling him a cupcake.

Beep Beep Beep

The annoying sound was slowly pulling Nico out of weird dreams and a deep sleep. He cracked his eyes opened and looked around for his phone, which turned out to be underneath Charlotte. She was not happy to be disturbed and jumped off of the bed as Nico pressed snooze on the alarm. He sat up and clumsily sorted out all of the medicine he needed to take. Once he'd taken the cough medicine, pepto bismol, advil, tylenol, and nasal spray had been successfully administered, Nico set the alarm for the next dose and fell back into the weird dreams.

Beep Beep Beep

Nico felt like he'd barely managed to fall back into sleep when his alarm was dragging him back out of sleep again. He looked around the room blearily and thought that it was much too bright to be four o'clock, but couldn't really focus long enough to care. He took the required medication and, feeling oddly jittery, got up and, once the subsequent dizziness subsided, grabbed a blanket and shuffled into the living room.

Nico felt weird, kind of spacey and floaty, like he'd been given laughing gas at the dentist's office. He also felt hot, his cheeks felt like they were on fire when he put a hand on his face. Also, he was a little numb. Part of him, the common sense part, seemed to think he should be worried about this, but the other part of him, the part that honestly felt a little drunk, told the other side to be quiet. This was the best he'd felt in three days. Then, he was tired. So, so tired. Nico tried to decide if he could make it back to his bed, but the decision seemed to be made for him when he was already drifting off again on the arm of the couch.

Consciousness pulled at his brain. No! Just a few more minutes! He begged his brain.

As the wheels of his brain began to spin, Nico got the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone. At first, he thought it was Charlotte, but the presence felt "human." His second thought was Will, but Will's presence felt different. Nico opened his eyes.

At first, he couldn't really make out the figure sitting across from him. His brain and eyes were not friends at the moment. Nico rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and tried to figure out who was watching him sleep.

Black hair pulled to the side in an artful braid, olive skin, just a little taller than Nico now; back then, she'd been almost a foot taller. She wore the tell-tale uniform of the Hunters of Artemis, but Nico thought he could see the brim of her green hat poking out from one of the pockets.

Was throwing up from happiness a thing, because Nico was really nauseous and really happy all at once. There were lots of other emotions, confusion chief among them, but happiness and nausea were at the forefront of his foggy brain for the moment.

"Bianca?" Nico screeched, jumping off the couch and subsequently almost passing out from the vertigo.

"Woah, sit down! You look awful, fratellino." Bianca laughed softly and gently pulled Nico back onto the couch.

Nico tried to gather his thoughts, but his head ached and everything was still spinning. There were so many questions, but all Nico could come up with was "What?"

Bianca just shrugged.

"Well that's helpful." Nico retorted, finally recovering some of his snark. " How are you here? Why are you here?"

"I can't really explain, I just had to see you. I can't stay long."

"Why not?"

"Just because."

"That's not fair."

"Tell me how your life has been, fratellino." Bianca said, changing the subject.

"Th-there's so much I need to tell you. So much has happened."

"Why don't we start here." Bianca said, sounding curious as she got up off of the couch and took a picture of Nico and Will from Christmas.

"Th-that's Will." Nico said simply. Suddenly, he was scared. He'd never officially come out to Bianca.

"Didn't we meet him when we first went to Camp? He was smaller then, but so were you." Bianca laughed.

Nico couldn't breathe.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Bianca asked the same was one might ask "What's for lunch today?"

"Uh...yeah."

"He's cute. A lot more sunshiny than I thought you'd go for." She laughed, putting the picture back.

"That's what everybody says." Nico tried to laugh, but he still couldn't quite breathe.

There was a beat of silence.

"Are you happy?"

"More than I've been since-" He'd been about to say since you died, but faltered.

"I'm glad."

Nico thought back to all of the days and months that he tried to contact her, tried to give Bianca one last message.

"I-I'm sorry." Nico choked out.

"You have nothing-"

"I should have been there. It should have been me." He cried.

"No." Bianca said firmly. "That was my fate. It was always going to happen that way."

There was another beat of silence. Somehow, Nico knew that Bianca understood everything he hadn't said.

"You look like death." Bianca laughed wetly, wiping a tear away. "You should rest."

"I have so much more to tell you!" Nico rasped, feeling the weight of sleep trying to pull him under.

"I know. I know." Bianca shushed, gently pushing him until he was laying flat.

"D-don't leave." Nico slurred.

"I can't stay, but I'll wait until you fall asleep."

"I love you." Nico murmured.

"I love you, too."

Nico could feel sleep pulling him in like quick sand. He didn't want to go. Not yet.

As he drifted to sleep, Bianca sat beside him and ran her hands through his hair, just like she'd done when he'd had nightmares as a kid. Then, there was nothing but the endless sea of weird dreams.

Then next time he woke up, Nico wasn't on the couch anymore. He wasn't even in his house. The too loud beeps of a heart monitor and the buzz of too bright fluorescent lighting told Nico that he was in a hospital. Wait, what?

Nico tried to sit up and get a better look, but his abdomen exploded in pain. It felt like he'd done several thousand crunches.

"Agh!" He yelped, still hoarse.

"Woah, Nico, take it easy. You're probably a little sore." Will shot up from his seat where he'd been dozing.

"A little? My stomach is trying to vacate my body!" Nico groaned, curling into himself. "Why am I here?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Taking a nap on the couch." Nico tried to think back. "Bi-nevermind. Why am I sore? Also, why am I not at home?" He asked, almost bringing up his conversation with Bianca, but that somehow felt like a secret he couldn't share with Will.

"You somehow took triple the dose of all of the meds you needed. When I came home, you were delirious and kept calling me--nothing. You were delirious, I brought you to the hospital and the ED pumped your stomach and had you admitted for observation. You've been unconscious since around 1 o'clock yesterday." Will explained.

"What time is it now?"

Will tapped the screen on his phone. "Almost 4 o'clock."

"27 hours!"

"Some of the meds you took had already started to absorb into your stomach lining, namely the insane amount of Nyquil you took."

"I set an alarm. If I only took the meds when I needed them, how did I take too much?"

Will tried to look serious and worried about his boyfriend, but couldn't hide the laugh that escaped him.

"I'm sorry. It's really not funny." Will laughed. "You could have been seriously hurt, but this is something that could only happen to you."

"What are you talking about?" Nico asked, looking at Will like he'd gone insane.

"Where'd they put your phone?" Will looked around, still laughing. "Ah!" He exclaimed, pulling Nico's phone out of a clear bag with what looked like the pajamas he'd worn yesterday.

"Here. Look." Will opened Nico's phone and showed him the screen. It was still on the alarm setting.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" Nico asked, not comprehending what was supposed to be so funny.

"You-" Will laughed, "you only set one alarm." He pointed to the alarm for 11 o'clock. "You just kept snoozing the same alarm and took your next dose of medicine whenever it went off."

Nico couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods! This is so serious and not a thing we should laugh at, but the past 27 hours have been so stressful." Will wheezed.

"So you're saying that I took three rounds of meds in 30 minutes?" Nico laughed, his stomach muscles begging for mercy.

Will nodded, trying to get a hold of himself.

"On one hand, that's terrifying, on the other, that's hilarious."

The room fell into silence for a moment.

"Will?" Nico asked timidly.

"Yeah?" Will sat back down and scooted his chair closer to Nico's bed.

"W-was there anybody else in the house when you got there?" He already knew the answer.

"Like Bianca?" Will sighed.

"W-what?" Nico knew it was ridiculous to be hopeful, but maybe, just maybe it hadn't been a dream.

Will was quiet for a minute, giving Nico a sad look.

"I wasn't sure you'd remember."

"Remember what?"

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"Will, just spit it out, please." Nico plead.

"When I got to the house, you were delirious. At first, you were just babbling and saying nonsense. Then, you started calling me Bianca and begging me not to go and..." Will trailed off.

"And what?"

"You kept apologizing. Saying it should have been you."

Just like that, the happy air left the room and was replaced by a weighty silence.

"Maybe it should have." Nico shrugged, feeling the telltale pressure of impending tears behind his eyes, but begging himself not to cry.

"Nico, I know. Trust me, I know what it feels like to lose that person. To feel like you should have been able to stop it, but you weren't even there."

"I should have been there." Nico's voice wavered, tears starting to spill over.

"Look at me." Will demanded, using a harsh but soft voice that Nico rarely heard unless he'd done something to stupid to hurt himself.

Nico looked up, not wanting to meet Will's gaze.

Will pulled Nico's hand into his. "Even if you'd been there, she never would have let you sacrifice yourself like that. That was never who she was, and you know that."

"I know. It's just hard." Nico whispered.

"I know." Will sighed.

And Nico knew that Will really did know.

"Wait, I have one more question."

Will cocked an eyebrow.

"I thought your shift didn't end until 5. How did you find me at lunch?"

"I played hooky to come check on you because I had a bad feeling that you might have done something dumb, like take triple the dose of meds you needed." Will smirked.

"Hey, you can't be mean to me. I'm sick." Nico whined, smiling.

"Whatever, special guy." Will chuckled.

"Significant annoyance." Nico rolled his eyes.

#badthingshappenbingo #prompt fill #prompt: hallucinations

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sovietghoststories · 6 years

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Hi my day was shit becuase i have a cold and my throat fucking hurts and i cant take any medicine because i have to get surgury in a few days (: fuck my life i want to die

Hello Nonnie, I’m so sorry (but no dying allowed!). Colds are the worst, especially the throat imo. Give me a chest cold any day, but as soon as my head/throat get involved, I’m done. I actually recently got over an infection in my throat so I know the pain and I’m so sorry you’ve gotta deal with that, especially without being able to take anything to help. If you like it, some mint tea really does wonders for a sore throat and clearing the sinuses. Hot soup really helps too - my personal favourite is chicken bouillon with rice. Also, make sure to get plenty of rest and take care of yourself, lots of fluids and all that, especially with having surgery soon. It’s not an easy thing to go through and it’s really taxing on your body. Have some Bucky taking care of a sick reader 💖 It’s not my best but I hope it brightens your day at least a little bit 😊

The scent of illness impregnates the air and clings to the shadows, sitting heavy in Bucky’s nostrils as he creeps into the room, putting his stealth training to good use. There are piles of pillows and blankets on the bed, tossed over the curled up figure sleeping fitfully in the middle of the mattress.

“Hey, Doll,” he calls softly, making his way through the winding clutter of your room. “How you feelin’?”You’ve been sick for days, barely having the energy to eat let alone clean up after yourself. There’s something about this bout of illness that has you dog tired, throat stopped up and breath rattling in your chest.

Shoving your face into the feather down, you mumble out a reply that sounds more like a groan of pain, throat clicking and sticking to itself. Blindly groping for the glass of water on your nightstand, you peek out at your boyfriend from the self-made cocoon. The worry is plain to see, digging lines into his face and darkening his eyes. He’s been frazzled since you’ve gotten sick, always hovering and ready to mother hen you. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d find it adorable and amusing. As it is, his concern just makes you crankier. All you want to do is sleep and he keeps checking on you every hour. “I’m the same as I was the last time you asked,” you croak, blurry eyes narrowed. “An hour ago; I feel like shit.”His edges soften. “Sweetheart…” Sighing in frustration, you cover the lower half of your face with the blanket. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry for being bitchy, I’m just tired of fuckin’ feeling like this. It’s been a goddamn week, I’m done.” Bucky smiles, a soft tender thing that has your heart thumping against your ribs, “I know, Doll, I know. So I went out and got some stuff.” It’s then that you notice he’s got a tray with what appears to be a steaming bowl and mug. “It’s not much but I made you some soup and a glass of tea.”Fuck, there’s even a flower.Your lip wobbles and you bite back the sudden rush of tears, feeling raw and overemotional. The constant throb of pain, the aches, has made you delicate. And like a knight in shining armour, Bucky comes in with exactly everything you didn’t know you needed. You breathe, “Oh, Bucky.”A quick flash of a smile and a gaze filled with warmth; the man folds himself onto the side of your bed and helps prop you up. His hands are firm but gentle, ready to catch you should your strength fail. “Thatta’ girl, you’ll be feelin’ better in no time. I’m gonna take care of you.” Leaning against his side, you let him spoon feed you soup, his free hand carding through your mussed hair. He strikes up random conversations, doing his best to distract you from the pain and discomfort. He’s a solid line that holds you up, the rumble of his chest more soothing than it has any right being. A warmth blooms in your chest, the swell of affection sweeping you away in the face of this unassuming man’s care and concern. He has a way of taking care of you without making you feel weak. And when the bowl is empty, he places the tray off to the side and gently pulls you into the cradle of his chest. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Bucky curls an arm around your shoulders and rests his eyes. “Try an’ get some sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”For the first time in days, you find sleep easily and deeply.

I send you all the good vibes and warm hugs! I hope you feel better soon, sweetheart, and I hope everything with your surgery goes well. Lemme know how everything goes??

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #drabble #asks

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cathcacen · 7 years

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Arya, giggle, sword, cherish and bed (for the jonsa five word thing)

Hey, look! I fixed 7x06 with a prompt! :)

Thanks for the prompt, nonnie!

“Jon.” Her hands aren’t exactly the warmest, but they’re embers against his icy skin. “Jon, get up. I can’t rule the North without a King, so get up.”

He blinks blearily at her, clearly exhausted – then shock washes over his features, and his eyes fly wide, his hands going to her arms to grip her tight. “Sansa.” He can barely speak, but he says her name. “Sansa.”

She nods firmly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She lingers, just long enough to whisper against his skin. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She’ssick to death of skirting the halls, avoiding Arya on one end and Littlefinger on the other. When she has thetime, she sits with Bran.

Thatunnerves her more than the other two combined, but she needs to try wheremother, father, and Robb had failed. It’sjust us now, and I can’t let our family fall apart again.

Soshe tries. She tries – gods she tries to include Arya in housekeeping matters,making sure the Lords and men are happy and fed. She tries to make sense ofBran’s ramblings. Some nights, the visions run so long and so hard he wakespanting, and it’s then she sees a hint of her brother in his eyes. It’s thenthat he’s most human. He allows herto fuss and bundle him up in furs, and after, she sends to the kitchen for hotsoup and crusty bread.

They’resitting together on one of those nights. The Lord’s Chambers are deliciouslywarm, and she thinks back to the time mother had explained about the waterrunning through the walls – from the hotsprings, to keep you all snug and sweet in our home. Sansa had giggled then,a girl of seven, as mother kissed her cheek and tickled her toes.

Shecan’t remember the last time they’d been that happy.

Theydon’t giggle any more.

There’sa knock on the door, and she opens it to receive a scroll from the Maester. Sherecognises the seal – the raven had come from Eastwatch. But it’s just Tormundthere, and if Tormund is writing, there is surely trouble on the horizon.

Herheart sinks. Will I have to command thesemen to march, to fight? War is Jon’s forte after all. She scans the scrollquickly, then lets out a breath. The words are like ice in her gut. No.

Aryaraises a brow as she settles on the chair beside Bran. She hands the scroll offto Arya, who reads through it before passing it on to Bran. There’s beenanimosity – most of it misguided. But in the face of imminent danger, not forthemselves, but for Jon, it dissipates.

Aryastares at her. And then it clicks, and the young woman leaps to her feet. “Wehave to go to Eastwatch.”

“Ican’t leave Winterfell.” It’s warm,she reminds herself. It’s supposed tobe warm – but there’s only snow in her heart, and it’s cold and unfeeling. Shecan’t think. “Someone has to stay, or the men will leave and Jon will have noarmy when he returns.”

Arya’shand goes to the hilt of her sword.Needle is a stark reminder of what Jon had meant to her – what he still meansto her. The mask comes back on. She quirks a smile. “You could get rid of us inone fell swoop. Is that what you want?”

Shestares at her sister, and even Bran consents to look up. There’s no time forthis – even now Jon stares death in the face. Or maybe he has already died.Maybe he is on his way home this very moment. Maybe she’ll see him sooner thanshe thinks, an undead Jon who won’t remember her. Who doesn’t love her.

Thethought pierces her consciousness, and she has to turn away to hide the factthat her hands are shaking. “Fine. You stay, then. Stay and rule Winterfell inmy stead, and I’ll go to Eastwatch.”

“Oh,gods.” Arya’s voice softens. “This isyour face.”

Thatconfuses her, and she turns around, wringing her hands. “What?”

“You’rea lady.” Arya looks as if she’s justbeen dealt a blow. Surprise, wonder, and amazement shroud her face. “There’s noearthly reason you should go. Your place is here – your politics are here. Yetyou want to give up your newfound, hard-earned power to go to Eastwatch, whereyou’ll be about as much use as a pretty vase in a corner?”

Shegrits her teeth. “I don’t have time for this. I need to pack.”

“You’rein love with him, aren’t you?” Arya’s hand tightens about Needle’s hilt. “I waswrong. You’re not going to betray him. You’ve just become a Lannister. ATargaryen. You want to bed him.”

It’shard to ignore the disgust in her sister’s voice. She clenches her fist,willing a defence into being. The words don’t come, but they don’t need to.

It’sBran who speaks. “Father lied. I saw it.” He glances between his sisters, hisvoice dull and low. “He picked Jon up at the Tower of Joy, where Aunt Lyannawas being kept for her safety. He’s not our bastard brother – he’s our cousin.”

Thegears shift in her head. She lets out a breath. Across the room, Arya’s eyesmirror her own shock. Lyanna and Robert. Lyanna and Rhaegar. If he were Robert’sson, then Lyanna would be Queen, and Jon would be the Prince in line for theIron Throne.

“Jon’sa dragon.”

It’sArya who breaks the silence. They share a look. After the war, she thinks,there will be time to talk. But now, Jon is waiting, and she doesn’t have thestrength to fight her sister any more. It takes all the pride she has left –all the dignity, but she sinks onto her knees before her sister. She needs the youngwoman to understand.

“Iam a wolf. I won’t ever betray that. If you believe it – if you can find itin your heart to believe that I am your sister who loves you, then please.Please hold Winterfell for us. For our family.”

Aryagnashes her teeth together. “Gods damn it, Sansa.”

They’d left him behind.

Jonis all alone beyond the wall, and it’s all she can do to remain calm in theface of the Dragon Queen and her men. But she does – she puts on a mask, icebefore fire, and thanks the woman with all the graciousness she can muster forher efforts. They’re to sail back South with the captured wight.

Sheshares Cersei’s correspondence with the Dragonstone party and makes small talkabout Little Lyanna Mormont when Ser Jorah asks of his niece. She sits withRobert’s bastard and he tells her of his sharedexperiences with Arya. “When you are better, you must come to Winterfell to seeher,” She says.

Whenthe day grows colder, Ser Davos makes her drink hot tea. Tormund asks aboutBrienne, and coaxes a smile from her when he explains that all gingers are beautiful and kissed by fire.

TheTargaryen Queen extends an offer for her to sail southwards with them, but shepolitely declines. “My place is with my people.”

Sheknows the Targaryen Queen is putting it off. Whether romantic or familial,there is a pull she can see, an attraction to her most cherished King.She bites back the jealousy. There is no place in war to fight over a dead man,and the North will need the remaining dragons if they are to survive.

She’sjust about ready to bury the dead in her heart when the shouting begins. Eyeswide and heart in her mouth, she watches as the gates open to the sight of Jonon a horse, shivering and half delirious. She runs to him, just in time tocatch him as he rolls off the edge of the horse, bringing them both to theground. Snow breaks her fall, and she breaks his. She takes his face in herhands, her voice stern as she calls his name. Somewhere behind her, she hears the Targaryen Queen repeat her words.

“Jon.”Her hands aren’t exactly the warmest, but they’re embers against his icy skin. “Jon,get up. I can’t rule the North without a King, so get up.”

Heblinks blearily at her, clearly exhausted – then shock washes over hisfeatures, and his eyes fly wide, his hands going to her arms to grip her tight.“Sansa.” He can barely speak, but he says her name. “Sansa.”

Shenods firmly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She lingers, just long enough towhisper against his skin. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Bythe time Davos has dragged Jon off to bed,she’s damp from all the snow and her hair is a mess. She glances up to see theTargaryen Queen, all perfection with silver hair and rich, deep-grey robes. She’sroyalty personified, and with two dragons at her beck and call, power leansheavily in her favour. The woman stares down at her, and there’s a flicker ofsomething darker in her vivid lilac eyes – something like envy.

It’spetty, but she can’t help it. She smiles, warm and winning, in a way she’s sovery often seen Margaery smile. “Excuse me, your grace. I have to see to myKing. I bid you safe travels to King’s Landing.”

Shestrides off. There is a story she must tell, and it absolutely cannot wait.

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