Ur descrip says ur open to headcanons but can u imagine being aomine or kagami's or murasakibara's friend? It would be Pure.
AN: YAAAAAS the holy trinity of really awkward friendships if you’re a female tbh
At first, he’s the friend that you aren’t sure if he considers you a friend. You’re around each other almost all of the time, but you didn’t start getting to know each other until a bit later. So it kinda looked like he just tolerated your presence at first.
The more you got comfortable around him, the more he did the same. He teases you a lot and ruffles your hair because you’re shorter than he is.
The friend that would casually watch porn in front of you.
The friend that would put porn on your laptop’s browser so that the minute you open it, the website is in full view.
He gets very protective of you. He doesn’t appreciate others flirting with you without his approval or referral first. If you’re talking with someone in the hallway, he’ll stare them down until they leave.
Likes to use your shampoo.
Makes you cook him dinner whenever he’s over.
Will flirt with you once in a while because he likes to see the disgusted look on your face.
Is never prepared for anything ever so your backpack is his backpack and he uses all of your things.
You’re the only person he turns to when he’s upset. You were very surprised at first because you thought Momoi would be his go-to, but he never did that in the beginning of their friendship and didn’t want to bother starting. So he’ll call you, show up at your house randomly, or just straight up use your spare key that you hide in the bushes to sulk on your couch as you feed and comfort him.
Kagami always takes his friendships very seriously, so he treats you with the upmost respect while at the same time showing you how much your friendship matters to him.
He wears a friendship bracelet you made for him every single day. He only takes it off when he’s showering.
Whenever he’s preparing his lunch for the next day, he’ll always bring you a little something in a separate container.
You’re his guinea pig when he’s trying new recipes.
Shoves food down your throat if you’re over at his place and refuses to let you leave on an empty stomach.
Always asks you to help him with basketball; not with his technique, but more like he wants you there to support him and carry a bunch of water bottles and towels.
Refuses to eat or cook anything penis-shaped in front of you because he gets embarrassed.
Had to ask you how to put on a condom using a banana.
Always sets time for you two on Fridays to go to Maji Burger. He lowkey looks forward to it every week.
Will give you a complete care package when you’re sick; packs you a large thermos of homemade soup, various medicines, and rental movies that you both can watch.
He gets nervous talking to anyone cute, so you have to be his wingperson while he’s a blushing mess behind you.
Refuses to let Alex meet you because he’s afraid she’ll make out with you and he’s protective of your virginity in a weird, brotherly way….
You call him over to your house to clear out your fridge because some of the food is reaching it’s expiration date and you can always rely on him to eat it all.
Likes to sleep in your bed while you study at your desk.
He is very comfortable around you and gets kind of clingy. He doesn’t like being away from you for too long, so if you stayed home from school one day, he’ll use bringing you our homework as an excuse to see you. He would definitely never admit that he missed you.
He eats everything in your pantry and it annoys you every week because you spend so much money on groceries. Sometimes he feels bad, so he’ll make you lunch and an apology cupcake.
Really looks forward to your birthday because it gives him an excuse to bake you a cake. On any normal day, he’d be too lazy to bake.
When he’s upset, he becomes a big cuddle bug. He’ll barge into your home and will sit with you on your couch with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. He’ll become a big baby and lay his head on your shoulder and pout. He doesn’t mind if you both sit in silence watching tv - in fact, he prefers it that way most of the times - but if he’s so upset that he’s crying, he’ll want you to play with his hair and tell him everything will be ok.
You’re the only one he allows to touch and play with his hair.
He thinks it’s cute when you have to ask him to get something on the top shelf.
He is also very protective of you and gets jealous easily when he sees you talking so casually with other people you don’t know. He doesn’t like the idea of people stealing his friends.
He thinks it’s funny when you gag when he jokes about being hung like a horse.
If you can’t make it to every single one of his home games, he pouts the entire day.
His favorite pass time is annoying you in class by poking your cheeks, playing with your hair, flicking your ears, basically being a big child around you.
•Relieves allergy symptoms
•Stimulates circulatory system
•Great for gas, bloating and colic
•Irritable Bowel Syndrome
•Fights colds and wards off chills
•Eases menstrual cramps
•Works as an expectorant to break up phlegm
•Eases sore throats
•Great for motion sickness
•Also for morning sickness
•May relieve pain and inflammation from arthritis
•Eases sore muscles
I like to take ginger tincture with 2-4oz of water as a quick remedy. If I have more time, I’ll brew tea with ginger root (and typically some additional herbs since ginger tastes STRONG).
⚠️warning: If you have an acute inflammatory disease talk to your doctor before using ginger therapeutically.
Ginger is also a natural blood thinner.
Always consult your doctor before taking herbal remedies if you are taking prescription medication.
Rose oil is an amazing facial oil that is in loads of anti-aging products and is proven to improve appearance of acne affected skin, along with dry skin and even scaring. While most of these beauty products are loaded with chemicals and preservatives they are also typically outrageously priced, considering how easy they are to make at home, organically. Among the benefits homemade oils have on your wallet and your physical well being, I personally have found the process of growing, harvesting and working with my herbs deepens my bond with nature and cultivates a true spiritual connection to our bountiful Earth. I believe my state of mind influences what my hands touch so I make a effort to keep my mindset positive and my intentions conscious and pure as well. With this connection I trust that anything I create using my herbs will be potent and pure.
I will be sharing what I believe to be the simplest way of making an herbal oil which is a Cold Infusion Method.
All you will need is:
- Rose Petals (ONLY USE ALL ORGANICALLY GROWN HERBS)
- Carrier oil (Jojoba oil is my favorite)
- 2 Mason Jars (with lids)
- Cheese Cloth (or an old t-shirt)
Anything you are using externally will be absorbed internally through your pours, so i can not stress enough how important ORGANIC is to your health, the plant’s health and the overall health of your environment and our Earth.
The carrier oil I found to work best for me is Jojoba oil, as it it absorbed quickly and leaves little to no oily residue on my skin. (My other favorite substitute is almond oil or coconut oil but both tend to bee too greasy for my skin type)
Depending on how much Rose Oil you want to make you will need about 1 cup of carrier oil for every ½ cup of rose petals.
When adding the petals to your first jar it is important to break the petals to expose surface area and create easier access for the oil to extract the medicinal components of your herb. (You can also grind them in a mortar and pestle if you like, but I prefer a more hands on approach)
Once your desired amount of rose petals are in your jar you will add double the amount of your carrier oil and stir the concoction with a long stick before sealing the lid tight, and shacking the liquid for a short period of time.
Now its time to find a nice dark area for your elixir to live for at least 4 weeks to allows adequate fusion and extraction of the herbal components. Once enough time has passed you will strain your oil through a cheese cloth (or old t-shirt) into your second mason jar to obtain the purest and cleanest homemade Rose Oil! Because your oil is homemade and lacking all those gross chemicals and preservatives, your oil will have a shorter shelf life so it is wise to add a (cute) label on the outside of your mason jar describing all ingredients and date of creation. (The shelf life can be prolonged when stored in the fridge)
After the oil is strained I like to add Vitamin E because it too is amazing for your skin and is a natural preservative, so it will also extend the shelf life of your Rose Oil! If you don’t have sensitive skin you can also add any essential oils you like!
She meets with Joanne and Caleb before sunrise. They’re just starting to organize their people, gathering up tents and supplies for the journey ahead, but they still step aside with her when she approaches.
“I’m not going far,” Scully says. “I need to find a town with a radio transmitter.”
They exchange looks. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” Caleb says finally. “Your people know you’re going?”
Scully didn’t ask permission. She’s not even sure who she would ask; there’s no clear hierarchy, and as the only doctor she’s inclined to think she’s the equal of anyone else here.
More importantly, she strongly suspects that if she did ask, they’d say no. It’s been months since she was “strongly discouraged” from going out on supply missions; since then, people have been visibly on edge whenever she so much as sets foot outside the gate. The guards — who are supposed to keep people out — do a good job keeping an eye on Scully, too.
That feeling, somewhere at the back of her neck, that people are watching everything she does: it’s so familiar, it’s almost reassuring.
So all she says is, “I’m coming back.”
“That’s not what I asked you.” He’s looking down at her with his arms crossed. Caleb has a military air, stern and serious, but Scully’s well accustomed to saying no to men like him.
“And I didn’t ask you for an opinion. If you won’t take me, then I’ll find another group to travel with. My skills are valuable.” This is mostly a bluff. Groups don’t come through here all that often; she could be waiting for weeks. She’d probably end up going alone, which is a far more dangerous prospect.
Caleb looks unmoved, so she takes the nuclear option. “That girl with you,” Scully says.
“Lotsa girls with us.”
Scully narrows her eyes. “The pregnant one.”
Caleb and Joanne exchange a glance.
The girl in question looks about eighteen, Will’s age; blonde and slender except for the baby, with a fearful look in her eyes. A doe facing down a rifle. Scully says, “That’s her first baby.”
Quick, like she doesn’t mean to say it out loud, Joanne says: “She’s my daughter.”
Scully nods, purses her lips. “She’s what, thirty-nine, forty weeks? It could be any day now. What are the chances you happen to be passing through a town when she needs help?”
Caleb says, “We’ve had women give birth before.”
Scully ignores him and makes eye contact with Joanne. “Were any of them your daughter?”
When they set out an hour later, Scully brings a bag of medical supplies and hops into one of the covered carts just to get out of the compound. She knows Will will have to answer for her absence, and she’s sorry for it. It’s not fair, he’d said. For her to leave him here by himself to make excuses for her, to take on her responsibilities: of course it’s not fair. But that doesn’t mean she has any choice.
She doesn’t see him before she leaves.
They travel for a week.
On foot, the days are long, and they don’t make much progress. By the time night falls Scully’s feet and hips are aching, and she feels every one of her fifty-five years. Back in the day she could’ve done this in heels.
They stop at every settlement they pass, sometimes just for a few hours. Overnight, if they can hack it: nights on the open road feel even longer than the days, and more dangerous. At every stop Scully dispenses homemade medicine, sets bones, examines old wounds. For someone who spent most of her medical career with the dead, she’s a surprisingly good frontier doctor.
At every settlement she asks about the radio; at every settlement they shake their heads. Everyone’s listening and no one is speaking.
On the eighth day, as she presses a foul-smelling poultice into a cut on a man’s shin — he got it from a chain-link fence, and what she’d give for a few doses of tetanus vaccine in the new world — he tells her, “Sure, there’s a station a few miles down the road. Maybe a day’s travel.”
She keeps working. Says, casually: “You’re sure?”
He nods. “Some of those Bible people. I bet you’ve heard ‘em some nights. They’d probably let you use it. Don’t know what it would cost.”
I’ll pay it, she thinks, whatever it is.
After he’s bandaged up he draws a map in her notebook. The town is in the direction they’re traveling, more or less, and she traces the lines with her finger. So close.
“Dr. Scully!” It’s one of the kids from the caravan, breathing heavily, like he ran here. He looks nervous. Most of them act that way around her; she’s not sure why. “You gotta come out. Something’s wrong.”
She dog-ears the page with the map — she used to hate when Mulder did that — and shoves the notebook into her pocket, keeping it close.
Despite you protesting about getting him sick, Kai would be attached to you all day long. He’ll be showering you with cuddles and attention that you would forget about feeling ill and focus on his beautiful smile. Though it’ll probably take longer for you to get better since the two of you would end up getting sick together and reprimanded by both mama Suho and Soo.
When he found out that you were down with the flu, he would be mad at himself for not taking care of you correctly. His protective mode would be on for days until you fully recovered. In those days, he’ll make sure to make you healthy homemade meals, buy you medicine, and help you get plenty of sleep by singing lullabies. You would always try to reciprocate the favor when he gets sick, but he’d never lets you.
This ball of sunshine would be at your door within minutes of receiving the news that you had a stomach flu. With a bright smile and readiness to cheer you up, Chanyeol will probably make you more exhausted with his crazy antics. Though he would not be the best at taking care of you physically, you could not help but feel happier with his joyful presence.
*takes shirt off to heal you magically with his abs* JK not really
As the oldest, Xiumin would be very practical about the situation. He understands that everyone gets sick, so he wouldn’t make a particularly big deal out of the situation. But he’ll definitely stay close to you for the next couple of days and be very attentive with your needs. When you’re feeling discomfort, he’ll lay soft kisses all over your face to make you feel better.
Be prepared to be babied until your sickness is over. Suho would be fussing over you like newborn mother. You’ll be thoroughly pampered while Suho acts all motherly over you. He’ll be running your temperature every hour, spoonfeeding you food( not that you’re complaining), and covering you with blankets. This is also your chance to request Suho to act cute which he’ll do without hesitation.
Although he’s worried about you greatly, Sehun would be at lost on how to take care of you. After getting some advice from Suho, he’ll be over at your place with some nutritious broth(made by D.O.) and medicine. Instead of his bratty self, he’ll be very meek around you because he’s scared that he’ll exacerbate your condition. After you’ve fully healed, everyone would be teasing him about his unusually submissive personality during those days.
This dramatic puppy will be one of the most worried members. With the way he was acting, it felt like you were on your deathbed. He’ll probably be fussing over you in the most exaggerated manner and feeling your temperature every few seconds. You’ll have to assure him that you were not dying and that it was a common cold. He’ll still stick to you like glue but you’re not complaining.
Yixing would be on the plane back home the second that he heard that you were sick. As an angel sent from heaven, Lay would treat you with the utmost care while giving you plenty of space. Even though he might seem dazed at times, Lay would be a very good caretaker with his attentiveness. You would almost be in tears with how sweet(even more than usual) he was towards you.
With his personality, Chen would plan fun but relaxing activities with you like playing cards or watching a movie in order to make you feel less miserable. This would be a chance for him to spend more quality time with you and help you get better which was a win-win situation. By the end, you’ll almost forget that you’re sick since you’re having a great time with Chen.
You had been avoiding telling him you were sick because you know that he would want to come over and take care of you.
He would hear that you were sick from a mutual friend. he would head over not really caring that you didn’t want him too. The moment he walked into the house he would start babying you. You would have homemade chicken soup, medicine and anything that he thought you would need.
“You didn’t have to do this.” You told him through coughs.
“What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn’t Y/N?” He seemed appalled
that you even instead that this wasn’t his job.
SF9 React to their crush making them medicine when they’re sick
Anonymous requested: Heeey, can i ask for a SF9 reaction to when they’re sick and their crush does a homemade medicine for them (like, it really works) PS: idk if i wrote it right, sorry for the english Thaaanks 😘
I wrote this with curled fingers and toes lol. It’s hella cheesy but I hope you enjoy it!
Request: Hi, can you please do a fic for Newt Scamander, when the reader is terrified of doctors and she keeps on putting off going to the doctor for stomach pain she been having and Newt finally convinces her to go? I actually have a health scare right now and I’m terrified it might actually be something serious. Sorry if the prompt is vague.
I hope it’s nothing serious and that you make a full recovery! I’m SOOOO sorry this took forever to get out. I really don’t have an excuse…
You groaned and rolled over in bed, burying your face in the pillow. Newt sat up and studied you in concern, twining his fingers with yours. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, gently rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. It was a thing he did when you were stressed, or when he felt like you needed comforting.
“I dunno, Newt. It’s just…nothing. Never mind,” you mumbled, shifting backward so your back was pressed against his chest.
“Y/N, what is it? Your stomach again?” he said. “Does the medicine I gave you not work?” Sometime last week, you had rather offhandedly mentioned a pain in your stomach, and Newt, being the caring, attentive person he is, quickly mixed up a homemade remedy of various medicinal herbs he had lying around. It had worked for a time, and the pain subsided, but it came back a few days later with a vengeance.
The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week ]
He takes leave of the garage, folds his oil-stained towel on his workbench and climbs two flights of stairs to join them, shirt grimy and hair wild and fingers still dark with grease. He sits between them, between Vex (keeping watch on their surroundings) and Pike (keeping watch on Vex). Sometimes he greets them with a smile or a clever quip. Sometimes he sinks down between them and says little, allows Pike to wipe the stains from his fingers and curl their hands together. Often, Vex greets him with a kiss to the cheek. Sometimes they merely sit, all pressed together.
The details are unimportant. What matters is this: they sit there together, and for a little while the end of the world does not seem quite a terrible thing, not if this can come from it. Not if it means she gets them.
roughly after manga chapter 98, but no spoilers~
Hak was the first one
to notice the difference.
Shin-ah was second,
but he didn’t voice anything, instead he nudged Ao. She chirped before taking
her familiar place on Yona’s shoulder. She tapped an acorn against the
Yoon’s eyes were
downcast as he entered the camp, and he made some quiet comment about starting
dinner. Shin-ah began to chop firewood, while keeping his eyes on the princess.
“We’re back,” Yona
said tiredly. “Oh Hak, you’re up. Are you feeling better?”
The thunder beast
didn’t reply. He leaned down, brushing his hand along Yona’s cheek, before
cupping her right ear. It was bloody, with a deeper cut than the left lobe.
“What happened?” Hak
“There…was a little
trouble, that’s all,” Yona said, brushing him off. “I’m going to go wash up.”
Zeno watched sadly as
Yona left for the spring beyond the trees. “Those earrings would have been very
important to Miss, right? Her last momento of the palace…” he fingered the
golden dragon medallion near his head.
“More than that…” Hak
explained, hands on his hips, “They were her mother’s. She’s worn them every
day since the Queen passed away…”
“Oh, no…” Kija
gasped, covering his mouth. Jae-ha simply stared.
“I had no idea…” Yoon
bit his lip.
Hak watched the space
where Yona had stood, a scowl sketched on his features.
He found her
wandering back from the spring, her earlobes blood-less but still raw looking.
The lack of adornment made her face seem small, even younger. Her irises were
dark, almost black.
acknowledged him. “Is supper ready?”
“Nearly,” he replied,
“I just wanted to see if I could catch you getting dressed.”
muttered, but her eyes returned to their normal, lilac shade.
“Is it painful?” he
asked, tugging her arm to stop her evading again.
Yona touched her
earlobe. “It’s a little tender…”
The thunder beast
immediately brushed back her red curls, and touched his mouth against her lobe.
She jumped a little in fright, but Hak continued, taking the torn skin between
his lips, sucking gently before letting his tongue soothe the wound.
stuttered. Her skin was tingling, especially the back of her neck, and the wet
and warm sensation of his mouth made her cheeks flush.
“They should be
better now,” he smirked, after repeating the process with the other ear. The
princess blinked at him, and nodded a little. “The pain is gone…is that a medical
Hak put a hand over
his face, trying to ignore how terribly innocent his love interest was. “Yes,
it was, princess. Now, can you promise me something? To just let me do my job,
and protect you?”
“Hak…” Yona struggled
with the emotions that had overwhelmed her since the theft. Only he, her
childhood friend, really understood what the earrings had meant to her: the
heavy weight, every day, reminding her of a mother’s love. Now, she had nothing
left of her family at all.
“What’s the plan,
bro?” Jae-ha asked, after supper was finished and Yona had retired to bed.
Hak raised his eyes
to the green dragon, who had been watching him across the fire.
“Not sure,” Hak
muttered, his chin resting on his clasped hands.
“We could just jump
around town until we saw something suspicious?” Jae-ha suggested, extending his
dragon leg. Hak grinned.
Yoon was pretty upset
about the whole incident, but from what Hak could determine, he had left Yona
looking at a stall in the market while he bartered for some food, using his
homemade medicine. He had been so caught up in getting a good deal that he
hadn’t noticed Yona drift from his side to look at a stall with pretty scarfs.
Yoon had just caught
the end of the scuffle- a cloaked man had approached the princess under the
premise of asking for directions. Suddenly, an accomplice had come up behind
her and pinned her arms. The cloaked man had then ripped out her earrings. By
the time Yona had drawn her bow, they had disappeared into the crowd.
“Of course, the
market will be closed by now,” Jae-ha observed, as they wandered around the
dark town. “Where would you go to sell earrings?”
“The town has no
pawnshop,” Hak added, hefting his bandaged blade across his shoulders. “So my
guess is the shadiest tavern we can find.”
It was third time
lucky. The place was dingy, damp and most of the men wore hoods or cloaks. Hak
went to the bar, slammed down some coins, and was rewarded with two chipped
wooden mugs of strong-smelling alcohol.
“Ahh, I really need
to get some jewellery for my lady love,” Jae-ha pondered aloud. “But she can
only wear real gold, it’s such a pain.”
Hak took a nonchalant
swig of his drink. “Hard to find gold in a crappy town like this.”
“True, true…” the
dragon sighed, running his fingers through his green hair. “I just got a good
win at mah-jong too.”
Hak nodded in
sympathy, just as a man appeared next to them, signalling to the barman for a
“I couldn’t help but
overhear you, gentlemen,” he spoke silkily, opening his cape wide to display a
number of trinkets, chains and rings. “I may have something to offer…”
“Oh?” Jae-ha cocked
his head, finger resting on his lips as he took in the jewellery before him.
“This is a nice ring…” he said, trying it on. “But ah, she has so many rings
“Didn’t you say she
wanted some earrings?” the thunder beast mumbled, lips pressed to the mug’s
“Ahh, that’s right!”
the green dragon tapped his head, “how could I have forgotten?” He turned to
the seller and inquired, “Do you have any?”
cloaked man smirked, speaking lowly, “I just received a special item today.” He
dug into an internal pocket, and drew out the earrings. Hak didn’t need to look
he could tell by the tinkering noise they were the ones.
“Oh, how lovely!”
Jae-ha beamed. He reached out to touch, but the man yanked them away. “Your
coin?” he asked.
“Of course, excuse
me!” the green dragon held out a heavy string purse.
The cloaked man
reached out, and at that point Hak acted, whacking the man right on the temple,
stunning him. He slumped forward, confused, and the thunder beast snatched the
earrings right from his grasp. “You could have at least cleaned off the blood
first, you bastard!
At the commotion, the
barman gave a yell, and several men got to their feet from the nearby table.
“You could let us go
quietly,” the green dragon smiled genially, “or we could rough you up a bit
before we leave.”
“Just try it!”
shouted the barman, grabbing a spear from the wall.
Good, I’ve got a lot
of anger to vent…” Hak stowed the earrings safety in his sash before cracking
It could have waited until
the morning, but Hak wasn’t very patient, and he guessed Yona wouldn’t be able
to sleep anyway. Yoon was still beating himself up about the theft, and hadn’t
yet gone to bed. He quirked an eyebrow at Hak as he neared the tent, but the
thunder beast simply winked.
whispered, opening the flaps a little. “Are you asleep?”
“Hak?” Yona sat up,
ruffling her hair. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, no cause for
alarm…” Hak ducked into the tent and sat cross-legged in front of the redhead,
a smile pulling at his lips.
Yona rose to her
knees and observed him warily.
“I got you
something,” he said, reaching into his sash. “Hold out your hand.”
“I’m not really in
the mood for jokes, Hak…” she said.
“It’s not, I
promise,” the thunder beast laughed. “C’mon, trust me, princess.”
Sighing a little,
Yona held out her hand. Her eyes showed dejection, loss and pain.
Hak gently placed the
earrings into her palm. Even in the dimness of the tent, Yona gasped, and clutched
them to her chest. “How?”
“Me and droopy eyes
went on a little hunt,” Hak grinned, crossing his arms.
“I…I…” Unusually at a
loss for words, Yona suddenly pitched herself forwards and ended up half in
Hak’s lap, her arms around his neck. “Thank you!”
princess,” Hak murmured, tucking her head under his chin as she cried happy
tears into his chest.
The next day, Yona
proudly wore her earrings again. The others dragons and Yoon breathed a sigh of
relief to see the golden tassels swing in the breeze once more.
Imagine: Finding out Brendon is a vampire and he turns you because he loves you and never wants to lose you…
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You never did have the best track record when it came to being safe, it was as if danger and near death followed you everywhere you went but your boyfriend Brendon was mysteriously always there to safe you. He’d make you drink some homemade medicine which would have you feeling brand new in a day or two. It cut down on hospital bills.
You and Brendon were returning back from a date when your car was smashed into by a large truck, running you off the road and with enough force you’re ejected from the car. You can hear Brendon shouting your name as your vision starts to blur, he sounds fine but that’s impossible because the two of you had just been in a car crash.
Sleep overcomes you and closing your eyes seems like a good idea, however before the darkness takes over you feel something wet on your lips. It was probably blood from a head injury but something inside you told you to part your lips slightly and swallow. It was as if you could hear Brendon’s voice in your head. Then the darkness overcame you.
*1 DAY LATER*
You slowly start to open your eyes, you remember very little from the accident but you were adamant your injuries should have killed you. You sit up in bed, yours and Brendon’s bed to be precise and notice there’s no sign of injury on your body.
On the bedside table is a glass of Brendon’s homemade medicine, you drink it without hesitation as you always did. Though this time you taste something metallic, you bring the glass up to your nose and sniff. Blood, that’s what you can smell. But why would there be blood in the juice you just drank?
You needed to find Brendon and get some answers because you were seriously starting to freak out. Carefully you climb out of bed only then noticing that Brendon had put you in one of his shirts which reached your knees. What exactly happened after the crash? Brendon should have been injured just like you.
Walking down the staircase you get to the bottom step where a patch of sunlight seeps through the front door window. The second the sun makes contact with your skin your foot starts to hiss and you jump backwards as you feel the skin on your foot blister. What was wrong with you? sunlight didn’t normally burn people like that.
You get no reply. Carefully you edge your way around the patch of sunlight on the stairs and edge your way into the living room. The curtains are wide open and sunlight floods the room, you instinctively cover your eyes with your hand which is odd because you’re never normally sensitive to light like this. A stray beam hits your hand and you hiss in pain before jumping backwards into a patch of shadow by the bookcase.
You started to freak out, what was going on with your body? You’d never felt this weak before, back in bed you felt fine because the curtains were closed but now you felt the energy leaving your body. You begin to sob silently and sink to the floor clutching your hands over your knees. Maybe Brendon can offer an explanation.
Brendon hadn’t returned home all day leaving you trapped in the small shadow in the living room. You were unable to reach your phone, by now your had cried all the tears out of your body and had begun shaking uncontrollably. Then suddenly you hear the front door open and Brendon casually drop his keys into the pot, he was whistling.
Brendon: ‘Y/N are you up?’
You try to stand up but your body is weak and you collapse back to the floor. You manage to knock over a book which causes Brendon to run into the living room, his eyes scan the room frantically before they latch onto you. His face drops as he darts beside you in a second.
Brendon: ‘What are you doing down here?’
Y/N: ‘I woke up and you were gone. I came downstairs but the sunlight hurt me, I’ve been trapped here all day because the sun kept coming through the windows. Why did the sun hurt me?’
Brendon glances over at the open curtains and curses under his breath. He examines your hand and foot which still has slight burn marks on them.
Brendon: ‘I’ll explain everything to you babe after you drink this.’
Next thing you know his eyes have turned black and his canines have extended and he’s biting into his wrist. Your eyes bulge at the sight of blood trickling from the wound. You believed in the supernatural world, but Brendon couldn’t possibly be a vampire as he showed no signs.
Brendon: ‘I never should have left you, I thought you’d take more time to heal. Come on drink up, it will make you stronger.’
He brings his wrist up to your mouth and as much as you find the idea of drinking his blood repulsive, something inside you stirs and suddenly you’re craving the crimson liquid.
You pull away after a minute or so and already you feel strength returning to your body. Brendon stands up and brushes dust off his trousers before bending down and scooping you up bridal style. You should have been more scared by the monster holding you in his arms, but he still looked and acted like the man you fell in love with.
Brendon: ‘Let’s get you back upstairs love.’
Before you know it you’re back in the bedroom and Brendon is placing you back in bed, however he doesn’t leave this time. Instead he climbs onto the bed next to you and rests your head on his chest as he starts to play with your hair.
Brendon: ‘If you haven’t already guessed it by now Y/N I’m a vampire.’
You nod in understanding.
Y/N: ‘Yeah I kind of conned onto the whole black eyes, extended canines and blood babe. How old are you? And why did you lie to me? Oh yeah and what the hell happened last night?’
Brendon: ‘I’m 150 give or take a few years, after a while vampires stop counting birthdays. Now the reason I lied to you is because I didn’t want to lose you. That night when we met in the club I was at one of my lowest points where I craved blood and would kill anything with a pulse. I saw you sitting at the bar and as much as I wanted to drink your blood, I couldn’t bring myself to physically harm you. When that creep was hitting on you I was jealous and protective, I did kill him by the way. But once I got to know you I knew I’d found the reason to switch my humanity back on.’
He sounded genuine, and it made you feel warm inside that he was jealous of another guy hitting on you.
Y/N: ‘I’d just lost my job that day and was looking for a little adventure. Then you came along and I got to have my adventure, give or take a few times you talked me out of things for fear of my own safety.
Brendon: ‘It takes a lot to kill a vampire Y/N, where as humans are easy to break.’
It was your turn to chuckle, it felt like you were having a normal conversation with your boyfriend who just happened to be a 150 year old vampire.
Y/N: ‘We were in a pretty bad crash last night. What happened? Because my mind is drawing blanks after I passed out.’
Brendon: ‘We were hit by an oil tanker, the driver was over the limit and unfortunately didn’t die but chose to do a runner. You were thrown from the car and I fed you my blood to heal you, however if a human dies with vampire blood in his system then they start the transition into becoming a vampire.’
That explained the weakness to sunlight and the weak body, Brendon had turned you into a vampire because he didn’t want to watch you die. However you were curious about the transition and what happened to the driver.’
Y/N: ‘What happens during the transition?’
Brendon: ‘You have to drink blood from a human, either from the vein or fresh. That glass I left you earlier which you drank contained the blood of the driver. He had no regard for your life and chose to run instead of calling an ambulance so I took his life to save yours.’
okay so that explained what happened to the driver, his blood was in your system and that was turning you into a vampire. But you had so many more questions. Brendon seemed relatively calm and willing to answer, after all he had made you immortal without your consent.
Y/N: ‘How can you walk in sunlight where as it burned me?’
Brendon shifts himself from under you and pulls something out of his jacket pocket. It’s a small black box.
Brendon: ‘Vampires can only walk in sunlight if they have a ring made by a witch, luckily I know a friendly witch who made mine. Here give me your hand Y/N.’
You lazily lift your hand up while Brendon pops open the little black box, inside is the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen. You can tell it was handcrafted and looks like its been through the ages.
Y/N: ‘Brendon the ring is gorgeous.’
Brendon smirks and slips the ring out of the box.
Brendon: ‘This was crafted by my father 160 years ago, he gave it to my mother and then my mum handed it to me and told me to only put it on the finger of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I had the witch spell it so you’ll be able to walk in sunlight, will you do the honours of marrying me Y/N?’
Your mouth drops open, those were the last words you expected to come out of his mouth. Was this why he was out all day? You should have been flattered that he’d waited 150 years to find the right person, and you couldn’t believe that person was you.
Ever since you were a little girl you’d always planned how you were going to get married. Maybe to a vampire wasn’t the initial plan but things change, you were both vampires and that meant he’d be stuck with you for a very long time.
Y/N: ‘Yes Brendon I will marry you.’
You’ve never seen a bigger smile on Brendon’s face then right now, he slides the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You smirk against his lips and pull away slightly.
Y/N: ‘You do know you’re now stuck with me Brendon.’
Hello? Anyone out there? I know it’s been a while but I’m here and with a peace offering… a new post! I do hope you all haven’t forgotten me or my stories, it’s been too long. I know, I’ve been an awful writer recently.
I’ve been inspired to write at the most inconvenient and ill timed places/moments, then when I have the time the words just weren’t there. Hopefully this spell of writer’s block has abated and I can get back to semi-daily posts. (I won’t be attempting daily posts again, I got burnt out fast in December..which I still owe you all 14/15 days worth of 25 Days of Outlander.)
So enough of my drivel, and excuses I now give you A Life Unseen Part 8!
“Tsss!” Rabbie hissed and whimpered while I gingerly dabbed at the new wounds marring his lower back—A strap most likely with a metal tip if I had to wager the weapon used. “Stop yer whimpering boy!” The bellowing voice of Ronald McNab came from his corner of the room by the hearth. “I still dinna ken why ye called the Sassenach, healer or no, to our home.” His ire this time directed at his mother who sat diligently beside Rabbie overseeing every move I make. Snorting through her nose Grannie McNab’s derision set her son’s breathing to a rapid rate. He sounded and looked more like a Spanish bull ready to charge and gouge anything that moves. Jenny, seeing the pandemonium that was likely to ensue, placed a hand on Robert’s anger induced quivering shoulder and asked him of his predictions for the upcoming barley season. I sent up a silent prayer of thankfulness for Jenny’s quick wit and distraction capabilities. Ronald’s short temper and Grannie McNab’s indifference were making me work all the more diligently. The uneasy feeling the McNab’s brought about in me grew that much more prominent every second I was in their presence; a fact which startled me and terrified me. I constantly looked to the side out of the corner of my eye, surveying Robert and Grannie McNab; Robert the abusive drunkard of a man made my skin tingle and my wits to be on high alert, but what surprises me more is how just sitting next to old Grannie McNab made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver involuntarily go down my spine. Something about these people brought about my unease and I didn’t like it. Rabbie, the poor boy, was the only one who didn’t have me wanting to run from the house; I wanted to grab up the boy and sprint away with him, however, I had a job to finish. Maybe with Jenny’s help and careful planning, could get the youngest McNab out of the clutches of these people. “Almost finished, I’m happy to say the cuts are quite shallow and should scab over here in a day or so. Let me just…” reaching into my newly acquired box of homemade medicinals, grabbed an ointment that would stop the bleeding and prevent infection, and applied a generous amount to the cuts. “There. I’ll bandage these up to prevent the ointment from staining your shirt and in a few days you should be able to these off with no worry about opening the wounds again. For now though, I recommend not twisting too far around or scratching at the wounds as they scab over.” “Thank-you, Mistress Beauchamp for making the trip and seeing to our wee Rabbie today; I hope ye’ll not think us a burden.” “Oh, not at all. I’m happy to help the Fraser’s tenants when I’m able.” Smiling, what I hoped to be sweetly at Grannie McNab, I began gathering the soiled rags and supplies that were scattered across the bench and floor. “Don’t you mean soon to be your tenants, Mistress? Or would you rather me bow and say Lady Broch Tuarach?” Sneering at me from across the room, Ronald’s hands were shaking yet again, or perhaps never stopped, with his unrestrained rage. “I-” “Now Ronald! Ye may be a grown man but ye are nay too old for me to taws yer arse!” I was surprised at the fierce loyalty Grannie McNab was showing for me. Could my initial instinct about her be wrong? “The Laird willna take too kindly to ye insulting his bride.” Oh, or the instincts were right and she was only afraid of what Jamie will end up doing to the man. “I dinna care what the Laird does! He’s a disgrace of a Scotsman to being marrying himself a Sassenach whore! Ye say she’s a healer! Pah! I kent a witch when I see one, mark my words Mam this whore will do nay but harm to these lands. I willna pledge loyalty to any family as those who will associate themselves with the filthy Sassenachs.” Spitting on the ground Ronald glared resentfully. The saying ‘If looks could kill’ came to mind looking at Ronald’s face and I quickly adverted my eyes as to not spur any more ill wishes. “You best take care on the next set of words to come from your mouth, Ronald McNab. This is my kin, my lands, my brother whom ye throw insult to.” Jenny may be small but the set of her jaw and stern glare would cause the strongest of men to cower. “Be glad your Laird wasna here to witness your insults.” Turning to me Jenny jerked her head towards the door. “Come along, Claire. We best be getting back to Lallybroch.” Crossing over the threshold I heard Jenny’s final remark, “We’ll be expecting payment for each house call and healing summons come Quarter Day. Do make sure that ye have it.” I heard her mumble something along the lines of “Or we’ll see how keen ye are to pledge yerself to a new Laird without coin to yer name.” The walk back to Lallybroch was pleasant yet brisk. The cool Scottish air for once was free of mist or outright rain drops pattering on your head while walking. Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t help but savor the clean air and the sun on my face. I did miss the twentieth century, but one thing I did not miss was the smell of the twentieth century: petrol, smog heavy in the air, car fumes, the lingering stench of burning buildings and the scents of bomb seared flesh that forever will be engraved into my mind. This isn’t to say eighteenth century doesn’t have their share of foul odors, but the smell of open mountains and farm lands is so pure after being in a world of machinery. The natural beauty of the Highlands takes my breath away every time I take pause to admire it. Now was one of those moments. Reflecting back even further to the life I left, the highlands was once a place for happiness for me—the small antiquated church where Frank and I marrie and the peacefulness of coming to Scotland where the wounds of WWII did not touch. The highlands were a haven from before and after the war. Now—Sighing with an easy unconscious smile—Now the Highlands were home. “What’s put that smile on yer face, Claire? My brother perhaps?” Looking over at Jenny, I saw a sly smile on her lips before her hand brought an apple up to bite into. “Mmmm… perhaps. He is an excellent source for causing smiles and happiness. This time though was more than only Jamie. I was thinking of how beautiful the day is today and how much this feels like home. I know I’ve never told you this before, and I’m not sure if Jamie has either; Growing up it was me and my Uncle Lamb. We traveled the world, never settling in one place long enough for me to consider my home.” Tilting my head back up to the sky, embracing the memories coursing through me. The adventurous days with Uncle Lamb, the feeling of lust then love with Frank, honeymoon and wedding in the highlands, the ever moving front lines during the war, back in the Highlands, betrayal, fear, love, home. “I may be from Oxfordshire, Jenny; However, I’ve only ever truly felt at home here.” “What makes you say such a thing?” “Well,” I paused. What all does make me say that the Highlands is my home? Jamie makes up for most of my reasons. The feeling of safety, the feeling of being wanted and loved all stem from him. Feelings that now that I am experiencing them with Jamie, I have to wonder, did Frank ever love me? Would I have ever felt at home with him in Oxfordshire? The time to dwell on such things had passed and I shouldn’t even be considering the ideas now, except, “I can’t recall a time where I longed to be home and knew where that was until now.” I continued, answering Jenny’s question. “I believe for the first time in my life, when I shut my eyes and picture home I can see a place. I see these sweeping hills, the farming lands, the round tower, and Jamie’s welcoming arms. I feel safe here, Jenny. For the first time, I don’t feel like a wanderer, someone lost at sea never settling or finding land.” “I figured as much.” Jenny’s smile split her face beautifully exposing an innocence I never would have guessed was there. “I have never seen my brother so happy either, if ye were curious. The two of you seem to be drawn to each other and anchor each other to the present, for that I’m verra grateful for ye. He deserves a woman that can ground him, then send him to heaven in one look. You do that for him.” Reaching out I engulfed Jenny’s hand in mine and squeezed. “I do love your brother very much. So much at times I feel so selfish! I never wish—“ “Wish him to leave your side. Aye, that’s how I feel with my Ian.” “I’ve never felt this way before. Once, I thought I knew what love was and how it feels, but now… with Jamie… with these all-consuming emotions filling me with peace, happiness, calm and love. I have to wonder how I could have ever mistaken what I then knew to be love compared to what I know now of love?” Squeezing my hand back and lacing my arm with her as we strolled ever closer to our loves, that she understood everything I had said, and everything I could not quite express. As we crested the final hill before Lallybroch’s estate grounds I didn’t want to disturb the comfortable silence we had but I knew it was now or never to express the uneasiness I had felt while we were at the McNab’s. “Jenny, can I tell you something?” Stopping, she turned to me and crossed her arms in a stance that looked as though she were bracing herself for the worst. “Aye. Ye can. Speak yer piece.” “I don’t trust the McNab’s. I know you’ve said on numerous occasions that not a soul would dare turn Jamie over, but something about that family sends a chill through me. I—I can’t explain it properly. Deep down something is wrong. The crass bold statement Ronald made when we arrived and as we were leaving only enhanced my feeling of wariness.” Searching her eyes for even the slightest recognition of what I had witnessed turned out to be for nothing. Fraser’s, when they’ve set their mind to something, even if that something is to show impassiveness, is done with such finesse that I doubt even Ian could decipher what Jenny was feeling. “Aye. Yer concerns are valid, Claire. Ronald McNab is not the smartest nor kindest of our tenants, but his family has been here since before my Da built Lallybroch. Even in all of his anger, I wouldna ken him to turn on his clan.” “Maybe you’re right. Although, I still do not feel comfortable with them. Rabbie’s wounds were made from a belt, Ronald’s belt, if I had to guess. Both Robert and Grannie McNab seemed too at ease with the situation. I don’t like it, but I pray you are right.” “Have your instincts ever lead you wrong before?” Jenny asked while stepping closer, assessing my reactions, my instincts. “No. They haven’t, and right now my instincts are screaming that the McNab’s should not be trusted.” “So what d’ye propose we do? Kick them off the lands? Raise their rent? Send the Watch to their door day and night?” “We need to be vigilant! Keep an eye on them when we can. Perhaps the Watch is taking it a bit far, nor would I trust them to do as we bid. But we must do something! I don’t trust the feelings they give off, and I will not risk Jamie’s life for one tenant.” Nodding Jenny began to walk again, quicker than the leisurely pace we had before, back to Lallybroch. “Keep up Claire. I’m sure Jamie, Ian and Murtagh will want to hear all about your observations and figure out a way to do as ye’ve suggested.” Jogging to keep up with Jenny I began scanning the hills for the curly mop of fiery hair. My heart sank when I could not find it in the fields. What I did see turned my blood to ice.There were about ten men near the Broch, one with Ian’s wooden leg and another the unmistakable scruffy sight of Murtagh and the remaining eight— “NO!” I heard along with feral screams through what sounded like water not even realizing I was the one screaming until a hand clamped over my mouth. The hand was rough and callused from long days of farm labor or from swordplay. The stench of sweat, manure and sun-warmed flesh were assaulting my sinuses. I writhed in the iron grip of the man holding me and began screaming more earnestly, causing the hand to clamp down tighter. “Seas! Sassenach! Do ye want the Lobsterbacks to spot us?” My body instantly sagged in relief and into the warm, solid, dirty body of Jamie.
Jin – The only other person
who would take better care of you would be your mother. And even that may
be a toss up. Jin would be so on point with everything you
needed: homemade soup, medicines, cool compresses. You name it,
before you even realize you needed it, he’d have it taken care of. It
sucks to be sick and you’d feel crappy but he’d make you as
comfortable as possible and get you back to your healthy self
quickly. But he would also be strict about making sure you got plenty
of rest. He’d snatch the phone right out of your hands and smile
sweetly at you as he ordered told you to sleep.
Suga – Would be convinced that
sleep is the best thing for you. Seriously, it makes him feel better
and he knows your body needs strength to fight off whatever virus or
bacteria is wrecking havoc on your system. He’d ply you with
medicines that have sleeping agents in them so you’d rest and rest
deeply. Yoongi would work while you slept but come out frequently to
check on you. He’d cover you with blankets if you kicked them off or
get water for you if you needed it. But mostly he’d want you in bed
recovering. A low key worrier, he’d be concerned but wouldn’t express
it to you much.
J-Hope – Hobi would fuss over
you so much it’d be difficult to get any rest. You’d just be drifting
off for some much needed sleep when he’d ask you how you were feeling
and fluff your pillows for the ninetieth time. He’d fetch anything
you asked for and make all kinds of cooing noises about your pathetic
condition. Thinking all the attention would make you feel better, if
you said you needed quiet to sleep he’d nod and with a soft smile
brush the hair off your fever-flushed face before he took his leave
to the other room. He would check on you frequently though while you
Rap Monster – Namjoon would
take care of your needs certainly but he wouldn’t be over sentimental
or coddle you excessively. Of course he’d feel sympathetic but he
knows there isn’t anything he can really do. If your medications are
making you a little loopy he might amuse himself by engaging in deep
conversation with you. But for the most part he’d use the time while
you convalesced to write or read. If you asked him to read aloud to
you because you found his voice soothing he’d smile and comply. When
you had your wits about you again he would totally tease you about
your comment that squirrels should be elected to government.
Jimin – Ah, he has all the
caring of Jin if not the know how. Very much he would want to look
after you as best he could. Obviously he’d know all about helping you
rest and medicines but as far as the personal touch of making soup or
any home remedies he’d call Jin for guidance. He’d want to cuddle you
to make you feel better even if you told him no, that he’d get sick
too. And when he did catch what you had he’d very much want to be
fussed over by you in return.
V – It would break his heart
to see you not feeling well. He loves your quirky, funny side so when
you’re laying there all subdued and pitiful he’d be crestfallen. Tae
wouldn’t really know what to do for you so he’d follow your lead. If
you felt like sleeping he’d go play video games. If you couldn’t
sleep he’d entertain you with a puppet show or watch a funny movie.
You think ice cream is the magic cure all? He’d run to the store to
get it. Anything to get your mind off how bad you feel.
Jungkook – Kookie would call
Jin for advice and to request he make some soup for you. When
returning from picking up the soup he’d have all kinds of ideas from
his hyung but he’d add in a few of his own. He’d stop at the
convenience store and load up on all your favorite snacks and candy.
Then if you felt up to it he’d make a pillow fort and watch movies
with you. When you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore and drifted
off, Jungkook would make sure you were covered by a blanket and
alternate between watching the movie and watching you.
Bebi ;; it's me - again 0(-( in need of your wonderful fanfics ;;; pls some Victuuri and Yuuri taking care of a sick Victor ✨ thank you 💖
HIIII omg sorry this took so long! Hope you like it hehe
The moment the news broke out that Victor was down with a serious cold, the entirety of Hasetsu Castle went into full-on panic mode. Yuuri’s mom was scrambling to find the warmest blankets, his dad was frantically trying to whip up some porridge (causing a slight nuclear fallout in the kitchen), Yuko and her family had come in with a care package and huge bouquets of flowers (“He’s not dying, Yuko,” Yuuri sighed, to which Yuko replied with a sharp, “But that doesn’t mean flowers won’t make him feel a bit better!”), Minako had dropped by with an innumerable amount of bottles filled with her homemade medicinal brews (which Yuuri took, making a mental note to hide them in the attic later) and also a couple bottles of vodka (because “Russians take the stuff like Tylenol right?”). Yuuri had a very, very difficult time trying to calm everybody down enough to think rationally because 1) it really was just a cold, 2) Victor just needed some peace and quiet to rest up, 3) porridge was a good idea, 4) vodka was not, and 5) he could handle it.
“Are you absolutely, one hundred and twenty per cent sure,” said Minako, jabbing a finger in his face, “that you can take care of a Russian skating legend all by yourself?” “Um, yeah,” Yuuri said. “I had to take care of myself whenever I got sick in America. My coach wasn’t exactly the nursing type.” “But what if he gets lonely?” Yuko’s triplets chorused. “What if he wants to see us?” “It’ll only be for a little while,” he assured them. “Right now, he needs time to recover.” “You’ll take the porridge I made, right?” his dad asked. “Yes, dad, I will.” “You’ll watch his temperature?” his mom added. “Change the towels? Keep an eye on him?” “Yes, mom. Don’t worry. I can handle it.” He looked out at all their worried faces and smiled reassuringly. “I can handle it,” he said again. “I’ll pass him your well wishes.” The door slid open with a loud bang. “Don’t you dare forget that I exist,” Yuri growled from the doorway. He strode up to Yuuri, holding up a plastic bag from the convenience store. “You call them mikan, right? You people give oranges to the sick here?” “That we do,” Yuuri said, taking the plastic gratefully. “You don’t do that in Russia?” “Not really.” Yuri narrowed his eyes at him. “If I didn’t have to go see Yakov, I’d be taking care of him with you. He’s totally hopeless when he’s sick. Plus, he has this habit of—” There was a bang-bang-crash somewhere inside the building. Yuri gestured vaguely in the direction of the noise. “Yeah. That. He gets into a lot of trouble if you don’t keep an eye on him. When I come back, he’d better be healthy as fuck. Or I’ll shove a mikan up your ass.” He didn’t leave much time for Yuuri to reply before he left the way he came in. Though the rest of the worried friends and relatives shuffled anxiously near the entrance, Yuuri told them that everything was going to be okay and that he had to hurry and check on Victor. They let him go. He ran as fast as he could to Victor’s room and, lo and behold, there he was, spread-eagled on the floor. The lamp had fallen over and somehow the sofa had tipped backward. Victor was mumbling incoherently, his face flushed red and covered in sweat. Yuuri propped him up. “Victor, I’m gonna move you back onto the bed, okay?” “Uh? Yuuri…?” “Yes, it’s me. We’re going to get you into bed now.” “Huh uh… Bed…” Victor chuckled softly. “Fluffy… Where’s… Where’s Makkachin…” “He’s staying over at Yuko’s until you get better.” Yuuri helped him ease in between the covers. “Are you hungry?” Victor nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. Yuuri briefly wondered at how long his eyelashes were. Was it a Russian gene? He got up to head over to the kitchen, where the porridge his dad made was most likely ready by now, but just as he stood, Victor’s hand shot out from beneath the covers and grabbed him by the wrist. “Where… going…?” Victor murmured. “Piggy… leave… don’t…” He said something else, perhaps in Russian. Or perhaps pure gibberish. “I’ll only be gone a second,” Yuuri told him as soothingly as he could. “Just to get you some food, okay?” “Hum… uh…. food…” “Yes, food. I’ll be right back.” He pulled his hand away as gently as he could and started out the door. Bang! He whipped around to see Victor on the floor, looking like he’d fallen face-first from the bed. He was muttering something into the tatami mats but Yuuri was too busy frantically trying to get him back into bed. Victor was whimpering. “Leaving… bad… Don’t… Bad… Miss you… Lonely…” Fragments of English mixed with Russian phrases kept falling from Victor’s mouth. Yuuri felt his heart squeeze. He hated seeing Victor in this feverish pain. He would do anything—anything at all—to make him feel better again. “Victor,” he said gently. “What do you want me to do? What will make you feel better?” There was a long moment of silence which made Yuuri think he’d fallen asleep, but then Victor said, “Beside…” “You want me to stay beside you?” Yuuri guessed immediately. Victor nodded weakly. “Huh uh… Only… little…” Yuuri didn’t need to be told twice. He got into bed. The heat radiating from Victor, trapped beneath the sheets, was unbelievable. But Yuuri wanted Victor to feel at ease, and if this was what it was going to take, then so be it. He felt arms slide around him and heat surrounding him from head to toe. Victor hugged him close, snuggling into him like he was some kind of pillow. It made Yuuri blush and it was hard to ignore how fast and how hard his heart was beating against his ribcage. “… lyublyu…” Victor murmured into his back. Yuuri had no idea what that meant but he patted Victor’s arm around him. “Get well soon,” he said before the heat got to him and he drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Victor was already up and running, letting everyone in Hasetsu Castle rest easy. Except Yuuri was down with a bad cold now and even though Victor kept offering to sleep next to him, he couldn’t bear to say yes. He settled for mikan instead.
Shikamaru stepped into Itachi’s safe bunker home. Ever since that fateful day a few weeks back, Shikamaru had taken hidden travels over here. He didn’t know exactly why, but he grew some sympathy for the ill Uchiha. His supply of homemade medicinals make Itachi’s condition better, although he still seemed a bit weak at moment.
“Itachi?” He called out once he stepped inside. “Are you sleeping?”