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Ghoulette Appreciation Week 11

Week 11: Caught in the rain & Long distance relationships

Right, I'm actually back now! And I've finally completed all the Ghoulette Appreciation weeks prompts!

Aurora misses Mist while she's away on tour. The rain reminds her of their full moon nights together at the lake.

Rating: G Content: Long distance relationship, pining Words: 1055

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It had been several weeks since the band ghouls had left on tour, and Aurora was missing Mist something terrible. Swiss had been trying his best to keep her company, the pair quickly becoming good friends over the course of the tour, but watching his budding relationship with Phantom grow had made Aurora miss her more than ever. Cirrus and Cumulus had tried their best too, but Aurora knew they were also missing Sunshine, and wanted to give them space without her always tagging along as a third wheel.

After another ritual ended, once the grease paint had been washed off and the screams of the fans had gone quiet, the ghouls sleepily made their way to the bus. Aurora felt a small tug from her water element connection as she left the concert venue. Looking up, a full moon hung low in the sky above, mostly obscured by dark clouds. Rain had been the first ghoul to leave. He had made a beeline for the bus, keen to get back to the hotel as soon as possible to try and sleep through it’s pull. They were so far from water here, the only river a brown and polluted trickle. He wouldn’t find peace until he was back at the Abbey with the lake and all it’s magic.

Aurora couldn’t wait to be back there either: she adored spending full moon nights with the water ghouls down at the lake, perched on the end of the dock with her feet in the water as she watched Mist frolic around. Mist. Aurora missed her so much; the pang of longing for her hurt far worse than any tidal pull.

She stared up at the sky above her head, and the moon that was now beginning to emerge. Briefly, it broke through a small gap in the swirling clouds and Aurora wondered if Mist was also looking at the same moon in that moment. She wondered if Mist would be at their usual end of the lake, in the shallow waters around the dock. It was just deep enough there for her to launch herself out of the water like a dolphin, splashing Aurora and demanding applause for her tricks, while still being close enough that even in the moonlight Aurora could make out where she was underwater from the faint ripples on the surface. Or would she be further out, far away from the Abbey’s human additions to the lake, in the unfathomably deep waters where leviathans were rumoured to lurk. That was where the water ghouls recharged their power the fastest, and Aurora felt a pang of guilt that Mist might stay away from there just for her.

Sighing, Aurora stepped onto the bus. The journey to the hotel was not a long one, yet it felt like it lasted hours as she sat by herself behind the driver. She was the first off when the doors finally hissed open. She stepped lightly down, jumping to the side to allow Rain to barrel past her, his face turned into his collar away from the direction of the moon. Dew followed behind at a more human pace, clutching both of their overnight bags. The others groggily followed.

The moon was completely obscured behind clouds again, nothing but a diffuse glow telling of its presence, but she felt it just as strongly. With a low rumble, the clouds began to empty their contents onto the ghouls assembled below, sending them scattering towards the hotel doors as fast as possible. Aurora gasped at the sudden shock of the cold, but remained where she stood and tilted her face up into the downpour. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine just for a second that it was Mist splashing her with water from the lake. The caress of the cold raindrops felt like the shadow of an embrace from her beloved water ghoulette, so many miles away.

Ignoring the shouts from the hotel doors beckoning her to coming inside, Aurora wandered in the direction of the attached gardens. The raindrops seemed to dance ahead of her on the concrete path, the smell of petrichor coming up from the ground pulling her forward like a magic spell. She drifted along the pathways, the feeling of water gradually seeping into her canvas shoes hardly bothering her. Running her fingers delicately over the waxy leaves of a shrub, they reminded her of Mist’s smooth scales, the water slowly dripping off the plant in the same unhurried manner.

She followed her instincts, drifting through the small garden until she reached the centre. A small pond awaited her there, the surface churned up by the rain reflecting the dim glow of the moon into a thousand smaller pieces. Aurora gingerly perched on the low wall surrounding it, kicking off her sodden shoes to dip her toes into the water. She closed her eyes again and pictured herself back on the dock at the lake. Mist would be just in front of her, her head popping up out of the water to shoot her a mischievous grin, gills flaring, before disappearing as quickly as she had appeared with a sharp flick of her tail. Aurora would scan the water, searching for signs of her lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be found.

When Aurora opened her eyes to the pond again, she could have sworn she saw a shape that looked like Mist withing the pond. Disappointed, she realised the shock of platinum hair and ice blue eyes were just tricks of the light from the reflected moon above. Sighing once more in frustration at her separation from the ghoulette she loved, Aurora stood up and cringed at the feeling of squeezing her wet feet into equally wet shoes. Hopefully they would be dry by the morning. If not, perhaps Cirrus could use her magical blow-dryer hands – Cumulus’s words, not hers – to make them wearable.

Squelching into the hotel lobby, she was met by the two air ghoulettes holding the overnight bag she had completely forgotten about. With caring smiles, full of sympathy for her separation from her long-distance mate and containing love of their own, they gently led a now-shivering Aurora upstairs with promises of a warm bath. Perhaps they would add those eucalyptus salts that reminded her of a certain water ghoulette…

#Rory is pining y'all #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #ghoulette appreciation weeks #long distance relationship #caught in the rain #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulette appreciation #fluff #aurora ghoulette #mistrora #mist x aurora #ghost fanfiction #ghost band #ghost bc #em writes

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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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Funny

It was quarter past five, and the flickering electric board announced nothing but ‘further delays’. Up and down the platform stormed a sea of harried faces, of frowns and sighs and constant checking of countless watches. Draco didn’t notice a thing. Leaning against the wall, belly sore with laughter. Hair still damp, didn’t bring an umbrella, how unbelievably fortunate. It meant Potter wasn’t wearing his jacket, hung loosely on Draco’s shoulders. It meant they had to stand a little closer together. Despite the fact it was plenty warm and stuffy in the station, didn’t exactly call for it anymore.

“Funny,” Potter said. “Your hair. How it gets all… curly.”

“Funny,” Draco repeated, slightly dazed. Potter was touching it, gentle with the back of his hand. Careful, like it was something important.

“Oh, I didn’t mean funny. Cute. It’s pretty cute.”

Choking seemed the only viable option. Draco coughed into his fist, hysterical with it. “Begging your pardon?”

“Yeah. Really fucking cute, actually.”

He could feel the blush creeping up his neck. “I’m not cute. Take it back.”

Potter shook his head. His eyes were so big, catching the odd twinkle of light from the notice board. “You’re going to have to trust me on this.”

“Why, Mr. Potter,” Draco managed before he started laughing again. It was all spinning in his chest: the laughter, Potter and his eyes and the way he tilts his head, being slightly drunk on dehydration and excitement, on this joy fizzing inside him like pop candy. Draco wished the train would never come, for them to stay here, in this perfect bubble of a moment a while longer. To Have Potter’s smiling face and his warmth and his cologne, appley-cinnamony-maddening. Before he realised, Draco found himself leaning down to stick his nose in the crook of Potter’s neck, sniffling away.

“What are you doing, you lunatic?”

In lieu of an explanation, Draco dug in deeper. Licked a thick stripe of Potter’s neck.

“Hey!”

His chuckle offered Draco immunity to the staring of other commuters, to the passage of time, to all of it. Just this existed, just them. Potter’s jacket on his shoulders and skin in his mouth, Potter’s laughter in his ears and in his belly and in his heart.

“I’m going to get you back for this,” Potter promised, a whisper between thick curls. But he only wrapped his arms around Draco, securing him tighter. “Oh, you’re going down.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Draco mumbled. Choked on it a little. Potter’s chin rested on his head, sigh palpable, cascading down his entire body. This relief where tension was before.

“Good. That’s… good.”

It was. Very, very good. It was nearly six, their train was still nowhere to be seen, and the station kept getting busier. They were going to be extremely late. Draco didn’t care one bit: between all the frowning faces and countless watches, him and Potter, laughing and close. Curly-cinnamon, damp and warm and funny. Not funny. Cute, though. Pretty cute.

#drarry #500 words #soft #fluff #public transport as a match maker #(not really)#caught in the rain #the title is a lie this isn't funny #(it's a little fucking cute)#rockingrobin69

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hanyou-inu-yasha · 7 months

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Rain poured down from the heavens with a ferocity even Inuyasha was hesitant to confront directly, especially with Kagome tagging along. So, although he was initially reluctant to take refuge in the old shack, he found himself staring up at the leaky roof with a scowl, his arms crossed snug over his chest. "I don't like this. Not one bit!" He complained loudly, shooting Kagome a ferocious look that said it was all her fault somehow.

@ka-go-me

#Inuyasha rp #kagome the green miko #caught in the rain #between chapter 19 and 20 ig

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hopefulcanary · 2 years

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caught in the rain

spones & a favorite trope ☔️

#leonard mccoy #spock #spones #star trek #star trek aos #caught in the rain #star trek and its bisexual skies lbr #my art #mlm art #my trek art

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princesscatherineblog · 1 year

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Why Does It Always Rain On Me?

#kate middleton #catherine middleton #duchess of cambridge #catherine elizabeth middleton #catherine princess of wales #caught in the rain #rainy days #umbrellas #british royal family #royal style #british royal fandom #princess kate

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

"Tragedy. What else can I call it? What more need be said? The damage, the destruction. You saw it with you own eyes. When will people wake up and realize that everywhere Spider-Man goes chaos and calamity ensue? Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces."

#spider-man no way home #whumpedit #peter parker #spider-man #tom holland #beaten up #blood #loss #grief #tears #men crying #wet #caught in the rain #whump aesthetic #he broke my heart during this scene #i may never be the same #movies #2020s #spider-man (avengers)

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avastrasposts · 9 months

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Caught in the Rain

All the fantastic WIP's that have been floating around my dashboard this weekend have been so much fun seeing and voting on. For my own poll a Javier Peña WIP won (but I have nothing but a few ides written for it but I guess I actually need to write a few lines for that one now!😄) .

But, I talked to @i-own-loki about WIP's tonight and I made me remember that I never included the one WIP I have that actually has a whole written chapter. And I think if I'd included it it might've been the one that won. So, I decided to just edit and post what I'd written and maybe, maybe, someday I'll get round to figuring out where this story is going, if anywhere even.

This is one of those typical fics where it was just one scene in my head that sparked the idea; a desperate woman standing in front of Joel Miller, reluctantly offering to sell herself to him in exchange for food.

I'm choosing not to use warnings for this one. It's an OFC, written in third person, the woman is white (for the simple reason that I wanted her skin to be very pale, it'll make sense in the text) and it's only 1.9 k long and most probably a one shot.

It’d been raining all day and the clouds still looked heavy with it as the afternoon moved into evening. She shivered in her wet clothes, the thin windbreaker jacket she wore had been soaked through for hours and everything on her body was wet from the downpour. But she pushed forward, feeling her wet socks squish in the trainers. Stopping here was not an option, she might as well just give up and die if she tried to survive a night in the cold rain.

Her goal was a small cluster of cabins down by a lake. She’d seen them from a rise earlier in the day and she’d been walking in their general direction for an hour now, hoping she’d make it there before nightfall. As the trees thinned out and the remains of a broken fence came into view, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The cabins were strewn across the shores of the small lake, a holiday resort before the outbreak. Now they’re in various states of disrepair, dilapidated and crumbling. Most of them have broken roofs or crumbling walls but a few, those more protected from the elements, seem to have fared better.

She’s hoping they’re remote enough to not have attracted any other people, but there is always the risk of infected. She’s banking on them having wandered away from this area but fear made her tread carefully over the wet ground towards the cabins. Her supplies were lost days ago, and she’s unarmed if anyone, or anything, attacks. But she knows she’s as good as dead if she doesn’t find shelter soon.

As quietly as she could she made her way towards one of the more sturdy looking cabins. The roof is whole, the shutters closed and as far as she can see the walls are intact. Wary of infected or other humans she gingerly put her foot on the first step up to the porch.

The broken screen door of the cabin swung open, a shotgun barrel pointed at her chest.

“Back up,” a man growled, his body and face hidden in the shadow of the cabin, only the hands on the gun visible.

Her breath hitched in fright and she stumbled back a few steps, putting her hands up.

“Pl..pl..please,” she stuttered, from fear and cold, “I’m just looking for shelter.”

“Go find it somewhere else,” the man snarled and motioned to the forest with his gun.

“Pl..please, I can’t,” she whimpered, “I need shelter.”

“I should shoot you right now, you’re shaking like you’re about to turn into a runner any second,” The man lifted his shotgun and aimed down the barrel at her chest.

“I’m not infected,” the woman said through chattering teeth, “I’m cold. I’m soaked and I’ve walked for five days without anything but water.” She put out her hand at the man and held it as steady as possible. “Please” she sobbed, her shoulders heaving under a ragged breath.

“Try one of the other cabins,” the man finally relented, “I checked them when I arrived, they’re empty.”

“Please, do you have any food to spare?” The woman wrapped her arms tight around her body as the man started to retreat through the door.

“No,” he growled, closing the broken screen door.

The woman drew a deep breath, clenching her hands into fists, wrapping her arms tighter.

“I’ll have sex with you. If you give me food.”

The man behind the screen door pushed it open again and stepped out onto the porch, into the fading light, with an angry look.

“Do I look like the kind of man who buys sex with food?” he growled at her. “Trade something else.”

“Does it look like I have anything else to trade?” the woman spat back at him, gesturing at herself. “I lost my supplies and my group a week ago, I have nothing but the clothes I stand in. I’m starving and if you have food to spare then all I have to trade with is sex.”

They glared at each other for a few seconds before the woman seemed to falter and shrink.

“I’ll go, I’ll go to one of the other cabins. I’ll leave at first light, you won’t see me again,” she said, her voice defeated, as she started moving towards the next cabin.

The man watched her go, silently cursing under his breath.

“Wait,” he called after her, “wait there.” He stepped inside the door frame and reached for something just out of sight and came back out.

“Here, have this.” He tossed her a can of peaches that she caught with a surprised look on her face.

She grabbed the tab and pulled it open, eagerly drinking the sweet juice that spilled out.

“Take it easy, take it easy,” the man called at her. “You’ll make yourself sick if you haven’t eaten in a long while.”

The woman took the can from her mouth and wiped it with the back of her hand as she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Yeah, just don’t go turning in the night and make me waste that can on you.” The man closed the screen door again and she heard him close the front door too, something heavy sliding in place behind it.

She scooped up half a peach from the can and made her way to the cabin next door, pushing her way past the front door that stood slightly ajar. As the man had said, it was empty. Only a few pieces of half rotted furniture remained. With a sigh she sank down on the floor in the most sheltered corner of the living room.

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Joel woke the next morning, looking around the unfamiliar cabin and the gear tucked in behind his head. He hadn’t planned on stopping here but the rain had been relentless and made it hard to hear anyone approaching on the trail he’d been on. He’d been through these cabins before, looted anything of use, now they were just a convenient stop for shelter, tucked away out of sight from the trail a mile away.

The rain had stopped overnight but the low light filtering through the window shutters signalled that the sky was still overcast. Pushing himself up with a groan, he stretched his aching back and picked up his gun. Before anything else he needed to check on the woman from last night, to see if she’d moved on or turned infected in the night.

Hitching up his backpack he carefully opened the door and peered out through the screen door. The world outside was quiet in the dim morning light, water dripping from the trees surrounding the cabin and the roof. Silently he stepped out onto the porch and surveyed the surroundings before stepping down the stairs and moving over to the next cabin a short distance away.

The shutters on this one aren’t closed, Joel knows they’re hanging slightly ajar because he was the one to pry them off the first time he was here, looking for a way into the locked cabin. Now he moved closer to the window, edging up to it so that he could peer into the gloom of the room. In the furthermost corner he sees the woman curled up, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her windbreaker is spread out over one of the pieces of furniture, a puddle of water underneath it.

Joel watched her for a few minutes, trying to discern if she’s still alive or not. Her face was ghostly pale, a bright moon in the dim light, and he couldn’t tell if she’s breathing or not. He hid himself from view, peering through a crack in the shutter hanging on the side, and lightly tapped the window pane. She didn't move and he tapped it again, a little bit harder. He saw her eyes fly open and she stared towards the window. She didn’t move for a minute and Joel held his breath, getting ready to take her out, but then she started to get to her feet. Her movements were smooth, a little stiff, but not the jittery cramps of the infected. She watched the window warily as she grabbed her still damp windbreaker and tied it around her waist before she hunched down and retied her boots.

Joels watched her rub her hands along her arms, trying to bring warmth to her skin, as she looked around the living room. He noticed that she really had no supplies, there was no bag, no weapon and Joel cursed himself internally as he realised what he was about to do, “should’ve just fucking left right away.”

“Come outside,” Joel called to her and she jumped, crying out and stumbling back against the wall. “Don’t be scared, I’m the guy from last night, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Joel walked around the cabin to the front door and tapped on it before stepping off the porch again. He pointedly hung his shotgun on his back and waited. He noticed the empty can of peaches sitting on the stairs, full of rainwater.

After a few minutes the woman cautiously peeked out through the door, only her nose showing.

“C’mon, you obviously didn’t turn in the night and I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said again, trying to sound reassuring.

The woman stepped out further through the door and stood at the top of the stairs. In the daylight Joel could see the dark rings under her eyes, her skin dull and lifeless, starting to take on the complexion of the many starving, or near starving, people he’d seen in the QZ. She looked almost transparent and as she wrapped her arms around herself again he saw her shiver as the breeze hit her sweater.

Joel pulled his backpack off and opened the top flap, pulling out a hoodie. It was his spare and was pretty worn, but it was dry and warm. He held it out to her.

“Here, take this for now, it’s dry and I can see that you’re still damp.”

“Why?” the woman asked, not moving from the porch.

“Just take it, I’m not asking you for anything,” Joel took a few steps towards her and shoved the hoodie in her hands and she baulked back from him but grabbed the hoodie.

Joel stepped back again, to his backpack, and pulled out a granola bar and threw it to her as well.

“And eat this, you look like you’re about to keel over at any second.”

She picked up the granola bar from where it had landed on the porch and retreated back into the cabin. Joel could hear her move around and after a few minutes she came out again, chewing on the bar. She picked up the peach can and sipped on the water collected inside and Joel realised she’d put it out on purpose last night. She was drowning in his hoodie, it reached half way down her thighs and she’d rolled the arms up.

The woman looked over at him from the porch, “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Joel replied and they stared at each other for a few seconds. Joel was uncertain about what he should do next. He didn’t really want to leave his spare hoodie with her but now that he’d given it to her he could hardly ask for it back straight away. But he was reluctant to offer her to come with him on the next part of his journey back to Jackson. With a sigh he readjusted his backpack.

‘C’mon, I know a place where you’ll be safe.”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the last of us #the last of us fanfic #Caught in the Rain

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gingerbredman1989 · 3 months

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Bodybuilders caught in the rain.

ChatGPT with DALL-E

#ChatGPT #DALL-E #ai generated #ai image #ai muscle #ai bodybuilder #caught in the rain

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plutonianplaything2 · 4 days

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i painted my toes goodnight

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warmblanketwhump · 1 year

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Hi! Can you write something where caretaker won't pick up whumpee from school (because they're working at home) but it starts to rain, and whumpee walks in dreanched and cold, and caretaker feels super guilty for making them walk home? Thank you!!

absolutely!! here you go!

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“B, I’ve got a million fires to put out with work right now. Can’t you find another way home this one time?” Somehow B always managed to pick A’s busiest days when they wanted a ride home from campus, and after weeks of little trips back and forth, A wasn’t in the mood for another disruption today.

“But it’s so far! And one of my classmates said it was going to rain!”

A pulls the glasses from their face and pinches the bridge of their nose. “B, I need to focus on work right now, okay? Either wait on campus a couple extra hours until I can be free, or find another way back. Maybe the bus? Or a ride with a friend?”

“Fine.” B sighs dejectedly.

“Hey. We agreed that this would happen. My job is important—”

“Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have asked.” B’s tone is sharper, more clipped now, and A winces.

“Hey, I’ll see you lat—”

The phone beeps as B hangs up without a goodbye, and A feels a twinge of guilt. They probably deserved that—it would only be a 20 minute drive for them, tops. It just wasn’t convenient right now, what with all the projects they were juggling right now.

And as much as they loved B, they could be a bit…delicate when it came to being outdoors. And they were just so behind on work, and they’d hoped to catch up on a few things before the end of the week…

A shakes any lingering doubts out of their head. B would be fine. And back to work they go.

A’s so deeply focused that they don’t move from their spot until they hear the click of the door and the squelching of wet shoes, over an hour and a half later. At that sound, A bounds out of the office, fully prepared to ask B about their day. But when they reach the entryway, they’re greeted by a pitiful sight that sends a jolt of guilt through their gut.

B is absolutely drenched, hair plastered to their forehead, clothes clinging to every angle of their body. They’re sniffling as they turn and lock the door, then work on peeling their sopping wet jacket off, but their hands are shaking so badly that they fumble with the wet fabric. Once they hang it on the hall tree, they hug their arms close to their body, trying to conserve what little body heat the rain didn’t leach out of them.

“B, you’re soaked.“ A’s jaw drops in shock.

“I’m f-f-fine,” they force through chattering teeth, and A can see that their wet skin is covered in goosebumps. “J-just w-wet.” A shudder ripples through them. “And c-cold.”

“...why didn’t you wait?”

B shrugs. “F-figured I c-could b-beat th-the rain. D-didn’t.”

“Let me help you dry off and—”

“Go b-back t-t-to work. I j-just want a hot sh-shower.” Without another word, B pushes past A to head to the bathroom. Guilt pools in A’s stomach. Had their work really been that important?

They hear the creak and the whine of the shower starting, so A tries to go back to work. But they can’t focus, constantly listening for B’s footsteps or a glimpse of B coming back to the living room. Even as they respond to emails, A feels the pit in their stomach deepen.

Finally, they can’t take the waiting anymore. It’s almost dinner time, anyways, and B’s got to want something to eat. With a few clicks, they log out of their work computer and head to B’s bedroom. There, they spot a blanket-buried lump on the bed, covered with an extra quilt.

“B? Any thoughts on what you want for dinner?”

“Not hungry.” A small voice comes from the blanket lump.

“Why don’t you at least come down with me and tell me how your day was?”

“Later.”

“B, come on. Talk to me. I’m sorry for—“

“A, I’m so cold.” There’s no bitterness in their tone—just sheer, pleading desperation, and alarm bells ring in A’s head as they rush to B’s side.

Up close, A can see that B’s hugging themselves tightly under the covers, shivering all over. When A grabs B’s hand, it’s ice cold in their own. A feels like they’ve been punched in the stomach.

“B, you’re frozen.” A gently rubs their arms and back through the blankets, pressing a hand to B’s damp forehead. They frantically scan the room, spotting another old throw blanket, which they hastily grab and tuck around B’s body. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt this bad?”

“You were busy.” Another shudder rattles their teeth, and A can see them weakly rubbing their arms.

It isn’t possible for A to feel any smaller. “Look, B, what I said earlier…I’m sorry. I should’ve gotten you.”

B just shrugs. “It’s fine.”

But it’s not fine, and A doesn’t know how to make that any clearer to B. With a knot in their stomach, A mentally clears their entire evening schedule, brushes away the looming projects and deadlines. Projects be damned—they owe B this much and more.

“Well, I’m not busy now.” A forces a smile, smoothing a still-damp curl off of B’s forehead. “Will you let me help and make it up to you?”

B nods, eyes slipping shut as they pull the blankets tighter around them. “I’ll take any apology in the form of warmth.”

Within 15 minutes, B’s curled around a hot water bottle and sipping on a steaming mug of broth, which A holds to their lips so they can stay bundled. Once the mug is drained, B slips back to laying down, their eyes staring longingly at A.

“What is it? What do you need?” A lays a gentle hand on their shoulder.

“Can you…do you have time to stay here for a bit? With me?”

A slips under the covers, drawing them in a hug. “Of course I do. Try and get some sleep, okay?”

B nods, and closes their eyes, and within minutes their breath has evened out into an uneasy sleep. A breathes a sign of relief. They’ll just close their eyes for a moment…

….and when they open them, they’ve got a sore neck and B’s head pillowed against their stomach. It’s pitch dark outside, the rain still pattering on the leaves, and a low rumble of thunder pierces the air. B stirs, moaning softly and blinking their tired eyes open.

“B? How are you feeling?”

“Awful.” B’s still buried in all the layers, dark smudges of bruises under their eyes. “Do you think I could stay home from class tomorrow?” Their voice is weak and crackly, and they cough into the blankets.

“Of course, love.” A gently threads their fingers through B’s hair, massaging small circles on their scalp. “Still cold?”

B shakes their head. “I’d rather miss class than go out in the rain again.” They shudder weakly, tugging the covers up to their ears and pressing closer to A. “It’s like the cold’s coming from inside me.”

A’s heart twists. The poor thing really did get chilled to the bone, and they sound on their way to a nasty cold, too. They hug B closer, tracing long, wide circles on their back. “Then we’ll both have to stay in bed where it’s warm, won’t we?

A feels B’s arms tighten around their waist in a weak hug, and thats enough to make them start mentally composing their out of office email.

#cold whump #sickfic #whump fic #huddling for warmth #caught in the rain #can you tell I love this trope lol

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