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A Fight Without You

the height of my esuka obsession T-T

Yet another island Isuka hadn't been at; it was getting worrisome. Isuka, without fail, had been there at every single island since they had first met, always there, determined to bring him in. Ace loved the attention; Deuce speculated that it was because she was a gorgeous young woman who could take him down if she wanted to. However, this was the second island they'd been to, and Isuka hadn't been there. Ace felt uneasy leaving the previous island without seeing her, but she was a marine who had other things to do apart from chasing him, or so he tried to convince himself. He was finding it harder to believe now that she hadn't turned up this time.

Ace sighed, 'you don't think something bad happened to her do you?'

'To who? Isuka? No way I've never seen anyone like her,' Deuce chuckled, 'she fights like she's got devil fruit powers.'

'That woman is fearless,' Ace seemed to accept it for a while but looked back at the horizon, 'but nothing could've happened to her, right?'

'Ace, cap, no offence but you're awfully worried about a woman who has done nothing but try to catch you. Maybe it's a good thing she isn't here, one less thing to worry about if she's finally lost our trail.'

'She hasn't only tried to catch me, she's,' Deuce raised an eyebrow, 'I just think it's weird okay, she's just always there.'

'You know she has other duties right? She's an ensign, that's pretty important, she's probably got meetings to attend, boring marine stuff.'

'Yeah I guess,' Ace didn't seem at all satisfied with the answer but didn't try to argue back.

'Boss!' Skull shouted from the sand, 'bad news, the locals just said that we can't leave tonight!'

'Why's that?'

'Apparently there's a bad current that appears from time to time. It's wiped out massive fleets before, we shouldn't risk it.'

'I guess we're spending another night here,' he seemed to consider his options before jumping down to the sand, 'Deuce let's walk, I'm bored.'

~ ♡ ~

Deuce often got dragged into things because Ace was bored or hungry. Since he'd left Sixis with Ace, life had not been dull, maybe even a little too interesting. Thankfully this time, Ace didn't get into much trouble, although his usual narcoleptic attack did frighten a few villagers. 

Or so he thought. Things had been going well until Ace caught sight of a marine, just an ordinary officer slipping past the crowds and into a back street.

He immediately broke into a run, 'Ace!'

The officer was fast, keeping to the back streets as he made it to the other side of the island, where he met with another officer. Ace recognised them; they worked under Isuka on her ship.

'Did you find any others?'

'No there's only one doctor on this island.'

'That's not good, hopefully the antidote works, we've contacted headquarters, but no one will be able to reach here for a while.'

'The Ensign is strong, she'll pull through.' At the mention of Isuka, Deuce felt Ace tense. He was never subtle when it came to her.

'Hopefully.'

Deuce felt Ace move, grabbing one of the marines before he could stop him, 'what did you say?'

'Fire Fist!' The other one spluttered, 'what are you doing here?'

He tightened his grip on the man, 'answer the question, what happened to Isuka?' Deuce sighed. Ace had an especially short fuse when things were about her. After all, he'd beaten up a guy who'd made some unsavoury passes at her when she confronted them at a bar. Ace was not someone you wanted to anger.

'We don't need to tell you anything, pirate.'

Ace looked like he would punch the guy but was stopped by a loud rustling sound getting closer to them from more than one side. He dropped the guy before preparing for a possible ambush. The marine gasped for air before crawling over to his colleague.

'Boss!' One of the voices shouted. Skull had come looking for them.

The other person, unfortunately, was a marine who, at the sight of Ace, drew her gun. 'Fire Fist Ace, the ensign is in no state to fight you. Leave.'

'Take me to her.'

'Boss, that's-' Skull began; that was too much to ask of them to lead a notorious pirate to their leader, who was in no state to fight.

'I want to see her.'

The marine sighed; she looked over at his two colleagues; they weren't enough to deter the pirate, 'can you help her?'

'Deuce is a doctor, he can take a look at her, if she needs something and we have it, you can have it.'

'How do we trust you, pirate? Getting rid of the Ensign Isuka would be advantageous to you,' the marine he had grabbed spat out.

'I wouldn't hurt her, not intentionally.'

She nodded to the dismay of her colleagues, in a way she understood that their relationship was quite complicated, 'follow me.'

The five of them trailed behind her as she led them to a small cove. The ship was tucked in. The sails containing Isuka's epithet were taken in; the usually busy ship had an uneasy quietness.

'Many of us are scattered around the island, looking for supplies, some have remained for security.'

As they stepped up onto the boat, Ace's appearance caused a couple of marines to turn to him in alarm, guns raised. The marine leading them waved them down, 'he's trying to help!'

They didn't seem all that convinced but turned back around, keeping up their posts.

Deuce seemed slightly impressed at the ship's sheer size, 'how'd she get hurt?'

'We we're called as support along with another ship, they needed some help bringing in some other pirates,' she opened a door leading them downstairs, 'with the ensign it would be easy work, she may struggle to bring you in, but she's very strong.'

'I don't doubt it,' despite having the powers of a logia-type devil fruit, he still dodged her attacks out of reflex.

'We replied to the call, they were nearby and Isuka would never say no to helping someone, and everything did go to plan apart from one thing.'

She opened another door; this time, it was the door to the infirmary. The ship's doctor and the village doctor were sitting by her bedside, monitoring her condition and discussing other medical things.

The marine nodded at them, signalling them to step outside, and they complied. Ace stood by the door for a while before deciding to sit by her; she looked awful. Deuce checked the wound on her arm, the blue bruise-like colour spreading from the injury and up her arm.

'One of the pirates had hidden and held Isuka with a knife to her throat, he didn't realise she was the ensign. So she did what she did best, fight, she brought him down, but he managed to nick her arm. Things were okay for a day or two, but she suddenly collapsed two days ago, so we stopped at the nearest island.'

Deuce checked her temperature, gently checking the neckline of her uniform to see how far the colour had spread. 'I think the antidote is working, the poison hasn't spread far enough to be of extreme danger to her life, but things can still go wrong. Tonight will be very important, it may determine whether she'll be able to use her arm or not.'

'Yes, that's what the other doctors have said, it was lucky we carried many types of antidote,' the marine sighed, 'Isuka made sure of that.' 

With that, she left the room, nodding at Deuce. Ace, on the other hand, had barely registered what had happened, his thoughts consumed by the girl before him. 

Isuka was usually full of life, her strong voice yelling at him from her ship. That was not who he saw now; the girl lying on the infirmary bed was soulless. Her skin was pale, and her breathing laboured; she was not the picture of health she'd always been. Ace leant forward, inspecting her poisoned arm, it may be on her non-dominant arm, but she fought with both. She used her athletic abilities to leap over things, usually using her arm for stability. He knew her fighting style was aggressive and powerful; he was scared that if she lost her arm, she'd give up on being a marine or, at the very least, stop chasing him. Either way, he wouldn't see her again; he would have no reason to tease her and watch her turn red when he threw a flirty comment her way. Losing her and her presence would leave an ugly mark on his heart. 

As she began coughing, she rolled onto her side, bringing her knees closer to her chest. Deuce poured her a glass of water before handing it to Ace, who waited for her to calm down. As the violent coughing fit came to an end, she opened her eyes slowly, her good arm coming up to wipe the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. She made a grabbing motion in the direction of the side table.

'Here,' Ace gently moved the cup to her hand, allowing her to grab it, she tried getting up, but without being able to put any pressure on her other arm, she struggled. Ace got up from the chair to help her; when she sat up, she took a long drink from the glass, and Ace settled back into his chair.

'Fire fist, what are you doing here?' Her voice was groggy and weak; her vision had finally cleared up, and she'd finally noticed who he was. He thought she'd be more shocked, but perhaps she was too tired for that.

'Couldn't leave without seeing my favourite ensign, now could I?' He chuckled when Isuka made what he could only guess was a flustered expression. Deuce looked at Skull; there was an unspoken agreement between the both of them that they should leave them alone. He tapped Ace's shoulder reassuringly before exiting the infirmary.

'You know, Isuka. I missed you at our previous island; it isn't the same without you shouting at me,' she smiled at that, lying back down, 'it's not the same when I'm not fighting you.'

'I've got other battles to fight, Fire Fist; I can't chase you all the time,' she whispered as she dragged the sheets back over her.

'I wish you could, wouldn't it be fun seeing each other everyday?'

'I think we have very different ideas of fun.'

'You wouldn't have to get hurt fighting some other prick,' she stayed silent for a while, unable to bring herself to look him in the eyes, 'you worried me when I walked in here I thought I was going to lose you.'

She lifted her arm, hesitating before placing her hand on his cheek, 'it's part of the job, you know that.'

At first, it took him by surprise; they weren't close like that. At most, there were accidental brushes of skin that left her flustered. He placed his hand on hers; she felt comfortable with him, and for now, that was enough. For once, she wasn't wearing her leather gloves; her hand was warm as he stroked it gently, 'I know,' but he couldn't help hating the thought. He moved her hand to his mouth, placing a small kiss on the palm of her hand before releasing it.

She smiled at him, grabbing hold of his hand again, 'I know it isn't much, but I'm here now. You know that I'm safe,' she gently squeezed his hand before closing her eyes. She didn't know who he had lost in the past to react like that, but she understood loss and the pain it brought.

~ ♡ ~

He had completely lost track of time, sitting there holding her hand, stroking the back of it, tracing the lines on her palm. It was completely dark when Deuce returned to the room carrying two plates of food and a bowl of soup for Isuka.

'Skull went back to the rest of the crew to explain,' he placed the soup down first before handing Ace his plate, 'I'm guessing you don't want to leave.'

'I don't know. I don't want to leave her like this.'

'Don't worry about it, the crew will understand.'

Ace gently shook Isuka awake, so she could try to eat something. He helped her sit up again, handing her the bowl of soup before picking up his plate and starting to eat. Deuce had begun to explain their adventures at their previous island, what had happened when she wasn't there. She laughed when he explained how Ace had fallen into the lake trying to chase Kotatsu, who had been chasing a butterfly. At some point during the conversation, Ace had finished his plate and noticed Isuka had been struggling to eat. He took the bowl from her and began feeding her as she listened to Deuce's rambling. At first, she'd been a little embarrassed, but soon she came to enjoy it a little, the power she had over him always amused Deuce. He knew of Ace's tendencies when caring for people, but feeding them was not one of them. Isuka, however, was an exception; they shared something special, even if they didn't quite notice it yet.

After dinner, Isuka had laid back down, drowsiness taking over; Ace remained by her side as Deuce got some pillows and blankets. Ace was still in the same spot when he returned, watching over her. Deuce set up the little sofa in the room for him to sleep on, leaving the other bed in the infirmary to Ace if he wanted to sleep.

'Deuce, take the bed, I don't need it.'

'You should try to get some sleep too.'

'If need be I can sleep on the sofa, you can take the bed.'

Deuce didn't bother arguing back; Ace was stubborn when it came to certain things, so there was no point trying to get his way.

The night was cold; Ace watched as Isuka shivered under her blanket. He got up and grabbed the blanket Deuce left on the table to cover her with. Taking the pillow, he placed it on the bed; he leant forward to rest his head. He must have eventually nodded off because sunlight was filtering through the blinds on the window when he woke up. Sometime in her sleep, Isuka must have found his head as he could feel her soothingly running her hand through his hair. It felt weird; the last time someone had done that was probably 6 or 7 years ago. When he'd fall asleep around Makino, she'd take care of him, gently patting his back or running her hand through his hair. It was comforting; if his mother was alive, he imagined she would do the same.

It was a while longer before either of the others stirred; Isuka was up first, woken up again by a coughing fit. Ace did the same thing as before, handing her a glass of water and helping her sit up. Being a light sleeper, Deuce had also woken up; he checked up on Isuka first. Her temperature had decreased slightly, and the marks on her arm had begun to fade - which was very promising. He left to share the information with the rest of her crew.

'Thank you, Fire Fist, I think your presence really helped.'

'I didn't do much,' he smiled, slightly shy at the compliment.

'I know, but still, you make me stronger.'

Ace didn't know what to say; Isuka kept him on his toes, kept him guessing what her next move would be. She'd made her way into his life, and in a way, she pushed him to be stronger too. Before he could try to formulate a reply, Deuce returned.

'We should probably get back to the ship, the currents are getting better and we can leave soon,' Ace made an expression. Before he could ask, Deuce replied, 'I imagine Isuka will be leaving soon too, she's getting better and it would be beneficial to be heading to a more accessible island.'

'He's right, if things go well we'll probably be leaving by the end of the day,' she smiled reassuringly at Ace, 'back on your trail of course.'

'Wouldn't expect anything different.'

~ ♡ ~

i hold your head deep in my arms // dazai & ango sickfic drabble

originally posted on 7th jun 2024

warning for non-graphic vomiting

read on ao3! / 928 words

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dazai is sixteen, slumped over the toilet in the cramped bathroom of bar lupin. the light above his head flickers in a seemingly random way; combined with how much whiskey he had, it makes for an unsettling, almost ethereal experience.

his throat and nose burn. he’s barely eaten today, but his stomach is keen on removing every last drop of alcohol until he’s shivering and barely able to hold himself up.

his body crumples against the bathroom wall as if his head were a massive paperweight, barely having the sense to wipe his mouth with a clammy hand.

he thinks he’ll just fall asleep here. the poor soul tasked with closing the bar will find him eventually. kick him out. then he’ll stumble home, alone.

at first he thinks he’s hallucinating when a warm hand presses into his upper back, too drunk to tell left from right.

“are you done?” comes a quiet, hesitant voice. ango, dazai registers. ango has seen him like this before, only once or twice, though. he later explained that oda thought ango to be more of a comforting presence, so he’d always send ango to check on dazai instead.

dazai shrugs, unmoving. his eyes are shut, his breaths coming in soft pants.

ango frowns. he opens his mouth to say something else when, of course, dazai gags again. ango’s arm darts out to redirect dazai’s head back over to the toilet, the rest of his body soon following suit.

he throws up again. and again.

ango’s whole arm wraps around dazai’s smaller body, mostly to hold him upright, but also for an attempt at comfort. he doesn’t say anything. his own body is starting to droop sideways, as holding someone else up while tipsy is far from easy. ango only turns his head away and waits.

soon, there’s a break in the retching, and ango glances over again. he finds dazai trembling now, white-knuckling the edges of the toilet, saliva dripping from his lips. ango’s heart nearly stops.

he looks so tiny.

his hand moves on some instinct, brushing dazai’s dark, unkempt hair out of his face. he can’t read dazai’s expression thanks to the bandage over his eye, but he can guess at it.

and then dazai heaves again.

ango clicks his tongue, maneuvers himself so he can better hold dazai, then stops as he hears something else. a high-pitched, quiet sound that ango could have easily mistaken for a rat. his chest twists again.

dazai is only dry-heaving now, but he still looks to be in pain with every movement. his trembling is only worsening. then, just as ango brings a hand to his back, he hears dazai murmuring. “no more...”

ango had vowed to stay silent, not wanting to upset a drunk higher-up, but his mouth moves before his brain can catch up.

“it’s alright,” he mumbles. the hand on dazai’s back rubs in tiny circles. “you’re almost done.”

“it hurts...” dazai trails off into another weak gag. it sounds like he can’t get a deep breath in.

ango’s stomach drops as dazai progressively becomes more pathetic. he’s seen him be ill, but he’s also seen him laugh it off afterwards before promptly heading home for the night. ango didn’t even think dazai had it in him to be so… pitiful. his heart genuinely twists at the sight.

“i… i know it hurts.” a rather stupid thing to say, ango thinks, but whatever. “try and breathe for a moment.”

it takes him a few tries, but dazai slowly starts to calm down. he can hardly pull his head out of the toilet before immediately sagging against ango with his entire weight.

it’s warm. dazai can’t help but loosely wrap his arms around ango’s waist, burying his face into his chest.

oddly enough, ango had never really thought about dazai’s age too much. he was a mafia member and friends with oda somehow, and that’s what mattered to him. he didn’t need to know any more than that.

yet now, with slow arms coming to hold dazai’s shivering, thin, cold body, ango truly understands. this is a child.

“i’m here,” ango murmurs, holding dazai against him. he wants to warm him up at least a little bit before they leave.

—

dazai’s memory of this is fuzzy in the first place, but he can really hardly remember what happened afterwards. he thinks ango took him home that night, unsatisfied with letting him wander back to his shipping container alone.

the one thing he does remember is how it felt to share a bed with ango. the way dazai curled up against ango’s chest, ango’s warm, soothing hand in his hair. how warm dazai felt.

now, dazai is twenty-two. his phone buzzes for the fifth time in ten minutes; he knows it’s kunikida. he’s late for work.

dazai pulls his head out of the toilet bowl, leaning back against the wall with shaky limbs. his stomach is screaming at him.

in his delirium, he mistakes atsushi’s number for kunikida’s and punches out a short message, then tosses his phone aside.

he can’t walk. he knows he’ll throw up again, so he might as well stay in the bathroom. it isn’t like he’s planning to do anything else today.

he blinks wearily, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he stares at the tile. and just as he shuts his eyes, he hears that low, gentle voice.

it’s alright.

dazai smiles a little. he grabs a towel from the floor, wraps himself in it and curls up on the tile. he’s warm from fever.

i’m here.

WHAT IS YOUR OPINION ON SLOWBURN!!!

also another question (you can answer either) what do you think of sick fics?

these are like my favorite things ever i wanna know what you think :3

I LOVEEEE slowburn SOSOSO MUCH!!! ITS MY FAV!!! I especially love angsty miscommunication slowburn sm!! GOD GOD GOD ONE OF MY FAVVVV EVER IS COLLEGE ROOMATES SLOWBURN BECAUSE LIKE. IT JUST MAKES ME INSANE. I especially love when like one character is just super obviously flirting and way into the other one but the other character is like 'theres NO WAY. Theyre like that with everyone for sure'

I've actually never read a sick fic, mostly because I'm not a huge fan, but I have one in my drafts right now so that's fun!!

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

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Fandom: Ace Attorney

Pairing: Kristoph Gavin/Reader

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[Day 28] Prompt 28; Pulling a 'Ferris Bueller'

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[Day 16] ALT 4; Flushed Cheeks

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[Day 15] Prompt 15; "Who decided ___ is 'sick people (drink)?"

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[Day 14] Prompt 14; Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

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[Day 13] Prompt 13; Mononucleosis

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[Day 12] Prompt 12; "You're not fine, you're throwing up a lung!"

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[Day 11] ALT 2: "I didn't mean to wake you up."

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[Day 10] Prompt 10; The Sniffles^TM

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[Day 9] Prompt 9; Overdramatic Caretaker

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[Day 8] Prompt 8; "The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!"

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[Day 7] Prompt 7; Borrowed (Jacket)

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[Day 6] Prompt 6; Dizziness

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[Day 5] ALT Prompt 5; Doctor's Note

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[Day 4] Prompt 4; Great. I got a (sore throat) for my birthday.

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[Day 3] Prompt 3; Campus Crud

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[Day 2] Prompt 2; Overindulgence

WOO SICKTEMBER!!! i hope yall enjoy this fic :33

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[Day 1] Prompt 1; I'm not hungover, I'm just sick.

lowkey poetic writing sickfics while being sick myself

me when im trying to write something original for my sickfics but each one has the same kind of ending

wawawawa i saw ur fic reqs were open………….. could you do a sickfic of kanade and mafuyu from project sekai?

more in depth character info can be found by searching “kanade yoisaki” or “mafuyu asahina” but here’s some basics:

kanade is a composer for a music group that mafuyu is in

mafuyu lives with kanade. it’s just them in the house

kanade is very much a workaholic, and would probably be resistent to being cared for while sick (especially if it means she can’t make music)

mafuyu cares a lot about kanade, but her expressions don’t show much on her face

mafuyu’s well versed in medical knowledge and will take care of kanade no matter what

mafuyu is the lyricist for the music group

no pressure of course!!! take your time if you want to take my request

(A/N: I hope I did a decent job! Had to do some digging since I've never heard of Project Sekai before, so I apologize if anything is out of character!) As she slowly opened her weary eyes, Kanade felt the familiar weight of illness settle upon her. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she could hardly find the motivation to even lift her head from the pillow. She'd spent another long, brutal, and hyperfocused night composing. She really knows that with her poor and immunocompromised state with the lack of sleep and proper nutrition, she should have gotten some rest the second she felt the malaise seep deep down. However, songs needed to be composed, and work needed to be done. Honami was too busy helping someone else to aid her this time, and Kanade grumbled to a sitting point. She had to save herself. "Hm." Mafuyu, however, appeared to have other plans. Mafuyu sat quietly by her bedside, with a stoic expression as she observed Kanade's condition. Despite the lack of emotion on her face, Mafuyu was deeply concerned for her friend and roommate. She knew how much Kanade dedicated herself to her music, often neglecting her own health in the process. Mafuyu had always been silently impressed by Kanade's drive and determination, but she was certainly viewing its downsides at this moment. As she gently placed her hand on Kanade's forehead, she could feel the fever that had set in overnight. "You've got a fever," Mafuyu spoke. "You've been working too hard again." "...There's really no such thing as working too hard." Kanade's voice came out weak from her scratchy throat. "There is. Now, Honami stopped by and cooked us some oats. You're going to eat them, they're good for your throat." Kanade tried to muster up a weak smile as she met Mafuyu's gaze, but even that small gesture felt like an effort in her weakened state. "I'm fine," she insisted weakly, even as her body betrayed her with a fit of coughing. Mafuyu furrowed her brow, unconvinced by Kanade's reassurances. "You're not fine," she replied firmly, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance- Annoyance that was only masking compassion. "You're sick, and you need to rest and eat." Kanade huffed in frustration, her determination to work warring with her knowledge that Mafuyu was right. "But I have so much work to do," she mumbled stubbornly, attempting to push herself upright in bed, only to be gently pushed back down by Mafuyu's stern hold. "And you'll do it poorly If you do it sick. C'mon. Oats."

Forgot to upload my favourite one from Kyman week so far. You can find all of my fics here

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 3,094

Relationship: Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman

No archive warnings apply, Teen and up audience

Summary:

Kyman week day 5: Sickfic

After Cartman falls asleep in the snow on Kyle’s lawn, Kyle is forced to save him and warm him up. Chicken broth gets served and reluctant confessions get shared

Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)

Family First

"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"

[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]

Word Count: 0.8K

Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.

I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.

It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.

He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.

He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.

“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.

After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.

"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.

Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.

Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)

Stuck in The Sheets

"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"

[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.

Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!

It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.

Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.

"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.

You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?

He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?

You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...

"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.

He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.

It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.

Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.

Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.

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1193 words and counting. Trigger-Warning slight alluding to self-harm +negative thoughts.

That wasn’t that bad Roman tried to convince himself. He’d been through way worse right . . .? Wait was that considered a good thing. He brought his hands to his head. It had begun agonizingly pounding earlier in the day and he could feel the pressure in his ears akin to something like a buzzing sound had begun making its presence known. He felt sluggish and lethargicness crept upon him. Surely they hadn’t meant it that way. Not like their intend was hurting him. So why did he feel so . . so hurt. It was like a piece inside of him was broken off. The piece that carried all his confidence. His admittedly now feeling false bravery. The bravado that helped him conquer his less then awesome feelings. He heard creaking footsteps up the stairs and some soft whispered goodnights.

The mind palace fell empty on sound as its residents started heading to their respective beds. I should probably get some shut eye too thought Roman as he looked around his room. He hadn’t had the time or to be honest motivation to clean it up for a while now. His energy seemed to have wounded down a lot lately. He would put it down to the amount of videos they had been making. But truthfully he wasn’t very much present in them at all let alone having his ideas represented as anything less than annoying. He twirled his messy hair in between his fingers, twiddling his thumbs while rocking back and forth a bit. The silence that now protruded the vacant mind surroundings made the whining in his ears stand out all the more. He grabbed his temple and began rubbing circles on his forehead. He didn’t want things to be this way. It all felt so complicated. And like his incompetence was already making everybody uncomfortable enough. Without highlighting all his other flaws. Normally he loved the spotlight but now it made him itch.

The thought alone made him have trouble breathing. He should be more put together. How could he dream of having a grand live on the stage if he couldn’t even stand a meager spotlight. He felt woozy had his room always been this of kilter, this . . dizzying. His vision blurred had he been crying this whole time. How long . . . he tried wiping away his tears as new ones grew in their places. The clock face on his nightstand was barely legible through mist his eyes produced. It read 02:10 AM. Had he really been rummaging through his hair and been sat thinking here for this long. SHIT- Logan had a schedule he wanted to keep and he didn’t want to be tired and late for the morning meetings. Ouch . . .his head stung if it wasn’t for him feeling immobile he would have moved to pick up some painkillers for his worsening headache. Then again he didn’t wanna wake up the others by making too much sound going to find it in the cabinets below. He’d been warned before about being too noisy and off-putting when trying to practice his favorite musical songs. Keep it down Logan had yelled. Yeah will you can it with your sappy bullshit his mustachy brother had added. He’d tried whisper singing ever since. It didn’t have that much flare to it, but if it made them happier he’d be glad to be of their backs.

The inside of his head felt as if someone had knocked his brain around quite a few times. Cut all its supports out and the remaining short-circuiting heap had been set on fire as some sort of twisted fun added bonus. He sniffled rubbing the underside of his nose and eye sockets. He probably deserved it. The way he’d been performing lately was about as garbage as he felt. The clock face blinked 03:00 AM it read. No, no NO . . . this had to stop. He wasn’t even supposed to stay up again. He was exhausted it took longer than he wanted to admit to come up with his sup-par ideas as it was. He didn’t need to create more problems for himself and everyone around him. He slammed down his fist against his carpet and then recoiled in shock as he remembered he shouldn’t produce sounds this late into the night. Frustrated he dug his nails into his palm and bit on his knuckles as he closed his arms around himself. His knees seemed to tremble a bit, he noticed as he looked down. Was this the self-soothing Virgil had talked about. It didn’t seem that soothing to him.

He looked at his fingers they were cold and absent of colour apart from the stained ink and the numerous papercuts on them. He’d really been trying. It might have looked easy from the outside but ‘’It was all a Ruse’’. As Deceit would so say. More and more often he felt that it was all just too much and that balancing it was getting more impossible as it became harder to smile to himself in the mirror. What had been the last time he’d truly felt accomplished. Like he got his stuff together or at least made it look presentable enough to fool everyone. His heavy eyelids started to droop over his glossy dry red tear stained eyes until they shot up to look at his calendar.

Crap.

He’d forgot. He was so busy being fucking sorry for himself that he’d missed the big red circled due date of the upcoming script. If something had to pull him over the edge this was it he’d reached his limits. And felt surrounded. He started drawing panicked breaths heaving over on himself. He didn’t know what pounded harder his head or his chest. They were gonna be so mad at him or worse they'd be staring on in drooping disappointment as he would stand there ashamed in the corner , uneasy shuffling his feet. Patton would throw out a halfhearted it’s okay kiddo. With Thomas sighing looking away as Logan crumpled his paper up and muttered something about no respect for a proper schedule in the background, again having to adjust each and every detail in his already busily packed important planning scheme. If this was only a mild version of a so called panic attack that he’d had explained to him by Virgil. He couldn’t imagine what a full blown one must have actually felt like. He felt so sorry for the dude. How could he ever manage to put on any sense of composure if he had to have these on an at least a monthly basis. the walls felt like the were eerily closing in on him. He wanted to scream to cry out for help but only a meekly weak sob would be forced out of his throat that as the shadows in the corners of his narrowed eyes started to crop up and he lost his already faltering vision to the black surrounding his corneas. His body sunk to the ground like a melted puddle.

A loud Thud-was heard as his head slammed against the floor.

like i would | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader

| genre: fluff, boyfriend rafe, rafe calls his gf baby like 100 times

| content warnings: mentions of being sick, tears lol, mentions of food

| précis: your boyfriend takes care of you while you’re under the weather.

| word count: 1,184

| a/n: im sick rn so posting this from my drafts

The first thing Rafe notices when he gets home is silence. If you’re home before him (which he knows you are today), you usually call out a greeting from wherever you are, to let him know that you’re there.

So, when he calls out your name and gets nothing in response, it’s safe to say he’s a little worried. He slowly walks to  the bedroom, where he, insert relieved sigh, finds you curled up underneath the comforter.

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