B is for Better With You
Anonymous Prompt: Olicity + “I sleep better when I’m next to you.”
A/N: I’m combining this week’s prompt with a hurt/comfort prompt that has been marinating in my inbox for ages. Apparently I am incapable of writing pure fluff, because this turned into a pretty angsty AU. This story was initially inspired by the Jacin and Winter relationship from The Lunar Chronicles.
Word Count: 4.9k
Tagging: @thebookjumper, @olicityhiatusficathon, @scu11y22
Also available on AO3.
Raisa’s careful tone causes his stomach to fill with lead.
When he looks up from his desk, he doesn’t even have to ask her what she’s referring to. He can read the worry plain on her face, in her solemn, knowing look. It’s a quiet, secret language they’ve perfected over the years.
“She’s worse,” Raisa whispers to him in Russian. And if the pitiful look she’s giving him now is not enough to make panic flare up within his chest, the fact that she’s using Russian–to prevent listening ears from overhearing–is more than enough.
He swallows, trying–and failing–to repress the sudden, ugly worry ravaging its way through his heart. Worse. Such a vague and agonizing word, one that tells him exactly nothing and yet conveys everything regarding the woman he loves in the other room. Is she worse than she was a few minutes ago or a few months ago? Is she worse than even his deepest, most twisted fears? Is she worse than ever and beyond rescuing?
Then again, when was the last time either of them was actually better after sundown? Nighttime remains more unpredictable than the day, darkness more oppressive than the light.