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roronoacherries · 4 months

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro

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content: comfort, fem. reader, sfw, established relationship, reader is sick and zoro is the sweetest boyfriend.

you tried to stay still, tried to be as quiet as possible, but you couldn’t stop turning in bed. and then the tears came. all you wanted to do was rest, but your body was refusing to allow you to.

that was when zoro woke, and you cried a little more because you hadn’t meant to wake him so early too. he’d been on night watch, and was surely as tired as you.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” zoro pulled you closer to him, hearing your sniffles.

“feel like shit.” you cried. you were shivering and sweating at the same time, your head was killing you, your throat felt sore, your nose was runny, and you couldn’t stop crying. and on top of it all you had to be up soon.

“you’re burning up,” zoro whispered, holding a hand to your cheek. “i’ll go get chopper.”

“don’t leave.”

“i’ll be quick.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple before leaving to find the doctor. you weren't sure how long he'd been gone and though you knew it couldn't have been long, it felt like an eternity to you. all you wanted to do was sleep. to rest and escape the pain you felt throughout your body.

instead, all you do was cry and turn and turn and turn in bed. when chopper came in to check on you, you could hardly focus on the words he spoke… but zoro — he clung to each syllable.

“a tea could help you sleep better. i’ll bring you down a remedy as soon as i can.”

“i’ll bring it,” zoro interrupted. “and i’ll ask sanji to make you a tea, too.”

his hand rested briefly on your forehead, gently brushing your hair to the side. “i’ll be right back.”

you muttered a faint, i love you and the swordsman returned the sentiment with a kiss to your temple before stepping out behind chopper. you hated the thought of chopper and sanji being disturbed at this hour for your sake. all because you’d gotten sick and couldn’t sleep. pathetic.

a fucking pirate and you still couldn’t take care of yourself. the sensible part of you could tell you that you were being ridiculous, that it was alright to depend on others sometimes, but it was hard to ignore the overwhelming voice in your head that was telling you you were being a burden, that chopper and sanji and zoro were losing sleep over you — and god, zoro deserved better.

he deserved a girlfriend who wasn’t so weak, one who wouldn’t cry from a little fever. he deserved someone who wasn’t going to spiral at 4am because he was sweet enough to bring her tea and medicine and take care of her.

“aight, sanji sent camel-somethin’ tea and a bowl of almonds and fruit, said it’d help you sleep better… and chopper told me to make sure ya take two spoons of this stuff,” zoro held up a bottle, his arms full as he pushed open the door. “how ya doin?”

“i love you and i don’t deserve you,” you whined.

“sanji said the same thing,” zoro said, ignoring your pout and setting everything down on the nightstand before helping you sit up. he pulled up a chair beside you for himself. “he went on about poor y/n and she deserves better than a big oaf taking care of her. he offered to come spoonfeed ya, actually, i could go get ‘im.”

“no, i think i’m all better now actually…” you smiled, not needing a mirror to know you looked like shit. “but if the big oaf feels like spoonfeeding me, i wouldn’t mind it.”

your boyfriend only rolled his eyes, reaching for the spoon and chopper’s bottle. “two spoons is all you’re getting. open wide, babe.”

you didn’t know if it was chopper’s medicine, sanji’s tea, or zoro’s hands rubbing circles into your skin, but it didn’t take long before you started to feel better and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “baby, i think i can sleep okay now…”

zoro took the tea cup from your hands. “want me to sleep next to you?” he hummed, knowing there was something you were leaving unspoken.

“you’ll get sick.” you whispered.

“that’s not an answer.”

“please,” you smiled weakly, wanting nothing more than to rest your head against zoro’s chest and feel the weight of his arms around you.

you could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth of his body against yours.

“it doesn’t matter if i get sick,” zoro said, his eyes closed and his fingers brushing through your hair. “i’ve got a beautiful, sweet girl to take care of me.

i don’t deserve her.”

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something about zoro putting aside his pride to wake sanji and ask him to make you tea. something about zoro knowing exactly what you need without you saying it. knowing how to comfort you without being too obvious about it. him taking care of you because he knows you’re more than he deserves (and he knows that you don’t think you’re enough) and because you take care of him the same way everyday. something about zoro.

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taglist: @zorobraun @maaarshieee @lyriczhou @tinkywinky27 @dimimyth @gaby-chwan @tk6uro @zoros-4th-sword @idiotlittleme

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#୨⎯ sol escribe ☼#zoro x reader #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #roronoa zoro x reader

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peanutpinet · 2 years

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On The Way - Park Jisung x Fem Reader

[2:19 pm] - today was a pretty rough head start to the week. You woke up as early as 5am with a sore throat, runny nose and a fever. You told your boyfriend that you might be coming down with the flu. Apologising for having to cancel your date night which was planned for weeks now.

Not receiving any more replies from Jisung or friends, you decided to take a nap in hopes that you would feel better. Unfortunately, through the insane headache, runny nose and sore throat, you weren't able to have a good sleep and when you felt a cold towel on your forehead, you finally woke up from your nap.

Blinking a few times, you saw Jisung's back, he was cleaning your room that you left a mess because you were pulling several all-nighters for a few days for a work project. Despite the sore throat, you tried your best to call out to Jisung. It took several tries and Jisung turning towards your direction did he finally notice you calling out to him.

"H-hey, don't get up. Lie back down. You have an insane fever" Jisung softly told you, helping you lay back down

"W-when did you get here?" you coughed, Jisung taking a glass of warm water and helping you drink

"Around 15 minutes ago. I was actually already on the way when you texted me. I brought some soup that the hyungs recommended. I can heat it up if you're hungry" Jisung mentioned

"I'll be fine, sung. C-can we just cuddle?" you stuttered, sniffling

"Of course we can. Let me get some soup for you first, alright? It doesn't look like you ate anything throughout the day" Jisung mentioned, handing you a box of tissues as he rushed to get your soup

Once Jisung was back, he helped fed you the soup before giving you all the medicine that both his hyungs and his mom told him would help with your sickness. After putting the dishes away, Jisung came back, brought his laptop and played some of your favorite comfort movies, pulling up the duvet of your bed to warm you up even more.

Throughout the movie, Jisung would often switch out the towel on your forehead, rinsing it with cold water every tie he feels that it was getting hot and luckily, your fever seemed to be going down and you even finally managed to get some sleep.

"No matter what, I'll always be on the way whenever you call me" Jisung softly whispered, kissing your temple

A/N: dedicated to my fwen that's also a fellow czennie that got sick and her ult is basically Jisung :] to those who are also sick, hope you all get well soon! Take care, stay safe and see you in the next one :) xoxo - Vinet

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dykefaggotry · 5 months

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woke up w the worst sore throat from allergies at like 4am. took an allergy pill so at least the runny nose has stopped but my throat's still sore from earlier. and i can't call off work bc i need money. hell world rn.

#i am in pain :')

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m1lo0o · 4 months

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ALERT‼️ @thekinkyleopard @aller-geez 😆

🌀NEW SNZ OC 🌀

Birth Name: Reno Wisterain

(Re)Name:Reuveyte Euven Emwire!!

Nickname: Rui or Reuvey🌀😭

Species: Fallen Angel

Sexuality: GAY🏳️‍🌈

Age: 26 (2,600 yrs old)

Birthday: 5/14

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 6’3 1/2

Appearance Description: See-through teal wings, white hair, white attire, teal/baby blue piercings, long lashes, teal markings under his eyes, star shaped pupils, always a fang sticking out of his mouth wether it’s opened or closed because I think that’s rlly cute🥺💙

🌀FACTS🌀

•Loves to make jokes (they are HORRID…😂)

•He likes to live on the edge even though he’s already dead (which is how he died in the first place💀)

•Literally obsessed with shit he finds in the most random places

•He used to have long lucious hair before he decided to chop it off (to him it got annoying to take care of🫠)

•All 4 of his siblings think of him as the big brother when in reality he’s literally the youngest🥰

•He isn’t afraid of anything😈

•He’s surprisingly good at voice impressions 🤩

•People often compliment his physique (Literally who wouldn’t 😩😩😩)

🌀PERSONA🌀

•Very confident even if he’s in the wrong…💀

•Literally doesn’t know the mean of ‘embarrassed/embarrassment’(Yes, he’s that confident😭)

•Very protective even if he sucks at fighting🫠

•He has a soft spot for cute things which is why he can’t resist animals even if he’s allergic to them😏

🌀LIKES🌀

•Lana Del Rey, Mitski, Laufey, Indila, The Neighbourhood, Isabel LaRosa, Arctic Monkeys, TV Girl, and Chase Atlantic ‼️

•Heights

•Night walks🤩

🌀DISLIKES🌀

•Untrustworthy people

•People who get jealous easily

SNZ🫠🫠🫠:

He doesn’t have the kink, but he loves to annoy the fuck out of anyone who does🤡

•He’s allergic to most animals and he loves animals(how ironic…😏)

The animals that really get him in a fit are birds and dogs😭

•He has very stuck sneezes and once they arent stuck it’s hard for him to stop ESPECIALLY when around those two animals, the others are just like hives, runny nose and eyes😂

•Allergy snz:

“Hiih—…hehh!!—HEK’TKSCHA!..ugh..”

“Hii—hhh—eh-eEKSHIEW!..bleh..”

“EHHhh..—EICHIEW!”

(He literally can’t stifle no matter how hard he tries🫠)

•He gets sick often like every month or so🥺🥺

•He’s a baby when he’s sick (he does it on purpose to fuck around with whoever is caring for him😏)

•His symptoms are high fever,mild sneezing, coughing and very very bad sore throat since he does those cool voice impressions 😎(If someone he knows and told him that they have the kink, he will definitely try to fake cough or sneeze even if he doesnt need to😂😂😂)

•Sick snz:

“…Heh—HEKTISCHHieW!”

“…Hiih—HIIHCKT’IEW!”

“—Heh..hiHh!—cHiEWw!”

🌀BACKSTORY🌀

TW MENTIONS; suicide, blood, descriptive gore‼️‼️

Reno Wisterain was born to a human woman who married an angel. They had a total of 5 kids, including Reno. The first born child is, Kyodo (male), second is Eloise(female), third is Siene(trans girl), and fourth is Akilay(male). They all valued Reno, the youngest as the older brother since he was the one who cared for the family the most. He would often be treated badly by Kyodo due to his jealousy for practically being the favorite child. Reno’s parents eventually kicked Kyodo out and he wasn’t seen for several years. The family lived in peace in that time frame until one night Reno woke up to several blood-curdling screams. He ran to the source of the sound and discovered that his whole family had been murdered by none other than a reveng-seeking Kyodo. Since Reno wasn’t that experienced in physical battle he unfortunately lost and died due to being stabbed countless, horrific times. Blood was spilled that night and Kyodo left with no regrets for his actions. That hatred he felt for Reno was unbearable. So unbearable that not long after he killed them all, he killed himself. Reno’s conciousness awoke to him back on earth, but as a fallen angel. He had lost his memory entirely. So he decided to name himself Reuveyte Euven Emwire (without knowing he was renaming himself). Now he currently wanders his hometown with confidence, completely unaware of anything that happened in the past.😭

THANKS FOR READING THIS FAR🥺🥺🥺

I’m obsessed with him already..🌀🌀🌀

I spent like 5-7 hrs on his design😩

#snz ocs #oc artwork #minors dni #snzblr #oc shit #reuveyte euven emwire🌀#RUI IS SO FINE 😩💙#my oc art #I’ll write Gallay’s backstory soon dw😏

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solangelo3088 · 4 years

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Hm do I have the cold/flu my niece had last week or do I have The Plague?

#high fever #dont need to measure the temperature #coronavirus #but you ?????#HOW DO I K N O W IF ITS H I G H #started with sore throat #then the Sick Fatigue set in and i woke up from my nap with runny nose n sinus pain #and forehead thermometer says 37-38 so like.....idk

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47-protons · 2 years

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if i got sick from working in the rain today i am going to punch a wall

#i do not think that the rain was the cause bc my throat was already sore when i woke up and i figured i just like.#slept w. my mouth open or something. or snored especially bad or something. but the day has continued and my nose is runny #and i am sleepy and if my head starts to hurt i will stagger out of my room like a comedic hungover side character #make an entire pot of mac n cheese. and then go back to bed.

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lightblueminecraftorchid · 3 years

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Symptoms as of 10/17

- Still not sleeping great; got 10 hours but it was interrupted like last night. Woke up several times and drifted off again.

- Congestion seems to be going down, although still present; I’m hopeful that continues. Unless I get a super runny nose again I’m going to stop using the Afrin

- Ears hurt when I laugh too hard (interesting). Beginning to wonder if my ear drainage cant keep up. luckily for now the pain isn’t constant and I’m hoping it stays that way; I don’t need an ear infection

- Sore chest when breathing is definitely mostly when I lay down in certain positions. Seems to be going away a bit which I’m hopeful for.

- Headache seems to be mostly gone, same w sore throat. Headache will reappear again when I look at a screen that’s bright for too long, or hear smth loud. Basically just more sensitive to sensory input

- Its really hard to tell if I’m actually tired or not tbh. Like my usual signals are headache, feeling of heaviness, drifting thoughts, etc, except now those are happening in a context outside of being tired.

- Ears still pop and ring.

- Still no fever. I usually get really loopy when I’m sick; starting to think thats specifically when I have a high fever, bc that hasn’t happened except when I’m also really tired.

God willing, I’m on the tail end of this.

#Liza is sick

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theforce · 4 years

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presumptive horrible rotten case of corona: symptoms

presumptive bc i couldnt get a god damn test i live in new york and while there are testing sites all over the state and our state govt is doing what they can now, i don’t want to be the person taking away a test from someone else especially now that i am mostly better, most of this went down at the beginning of the month and i’m still dealing with the effects of it.

there was a lot of confusion here even as recent as 2 weeks and we are the state that’s testing more than the rest of the entire country so here is my account of what went down w me, and honestly, what might go down with you or someone you know as soon as this reaches your state

1) i threw up all night long, thought it was a stomach virus, had a lot of stomach issues for like 24 hours, very strange i haven’t had a stomach virus in YEARS since i was a literal child, anyways right before i started puking up my life i developed this weird cough, it felt like it was from my throat, like i was trying to clear it? but it was often and annoying

2) after my 24 hours of hell i felt feverish and exhausted but i chalked it up to being on the floor of the bathroom all night, exerting my esophagus and body to throw up the devil himself, i tried to sleep it off, i woke up a few hours later in a fog, i was shivering but i was also burning up, i couldn’t tell left from right, up from down, my fever was 100.3, at this point i had my mom call my doctor and make an appointment, she made it for me w the receptionist, everything was fine until 20 minutes later i got a call back from my actual doctor not the receptionist who was like, oh no not you’re not coming here with those symptoms baby and i was like ?? ok cool thanks, she said to keep watching my symptoms, slam some tylenol and if i felt shortness of breath to call or text her personal cell phone and she would get me set up at the nearest hospital i said ok sounds fucked up i mean i didn’t say that bc i was too fucked up to even speak, she also gave my mom instructions to keep me in my room, to not go near me, to give me a designated bathroom, to have food and water delivered to my door, my mom was like u dont gotta tell me twice (she has lupus) during this time my cough become dry and horrible, i could feel my lungs rattle, i would cough so hard and for so long i’d wake from my feverish coma to kneel over my bed and just let loose on the world, it felt like i was drowning, i couldn’t get enough air everything hurt, everything was sore

3) things continued on like this for 5 straight days, i was literally in and out of consciousness, my fever got up to 102 and my mom said that if it raised at all from there we were going to the fuckin hospital and i was like listen la rona i know u wanna take me out but i havent even ever eaten a krispy kreme donut, please let me survive this i can’t leave this way, in that moment i literally had a fever dream of god herself, i said take this from me and i’ll stop being such a cunt in life. i started slamming hot toddy’s, i’d drink as much water as possible in between the time i wasnt literally trying to expel my lungs by way of my mouth

4) woke up from that whole ordeal drenched in SWEAT from my feet to my head i was soaked, it was gross, at that point i still had a sense of smell so let me tell you my last and final symptom should have kicked in a bit earlier but i checked my temp and it was normal! i didn’t feel like my head was going to explode! but i had new things going on i had a new stuffy/runny nose, my cough was producing some liquid which i proceeded to throw up into a mcdonalds cup i took a shower, i brushed my teeth, i felt like a brand new woman, i had cold like symptoms but i can live with cold like symptoms, i had an appetite for the first time in a week, felt like i could eat my whole family out of house and home given the opportunity, i’d lost 20 pounds in less than 2 weeks and ya girl was honestly, looking good but THAT’S A BAD WAY OF THINKING disregard please thank you, at this point i went into my doctor with a full on mask, gloves, hair pulled back, she gave me every test you can think of, most importantly a flu test which is all she could do since getting a test was impossible at this pint, which of course came back negative

5) things continued like this for weeks, up until right now actually, exhaustion was gone, fever gone, cough still here and there but not like how it was, i’ve put on makeup in my room, i’ve watched every season of law and order svu, i’ve gone on drives in my car just to drive, i’ve tried to keep myself as busy as possible, 3 days ago the strangest, most inexplicable and hopefully last symptom arrived, a complete loss of smell and bc of that taste, i’ve tried smelling candles, essential oils, laundry detergent, canned meat, my brother lit a match with my back turned and asked me what the smell was, i ate extra hot cheetos, raw onions, shot of vinegar, there’s nothing there, i just hope it comes back

during this time i haven’t been even close to my mother, who has lupus or my sister, who has asthma, i stayed in my room, i’m still in my room actually 14 full days out from the last time i left the house, one month since this whole thing started, i eat in my room, i use a different bathroom than my whole family, everyone talks to me from my door frame besides my little brother who also was sick but recovered super fast, he bleaches the bathroom after i use it, he puts all my food on single use plates, he brings me jugs of water and reminds me of what it’s like to at least talk to another person.

on a more serious note, i haven’t touched another person in 20 days nobody has even been within 6 feet of me besides my doctor who was administering the only tests she could administer, fully decked out in a hazmat suit, she was scared for me, i could tell, she was trying to put on a brave face and downplay the severity of my symptoms but thank god for her, she’s checked up on me, she’s tried everything, she’s put in calls, she’s made herself as available as possible even though she’s probably going through the same thing with countless other patients, i worry for her, i’ve worried for my family, i’ve stressed beyond the point of no return which has for sure slowed my recovery and i was one of the lucky ones! all of this and my case was considered mild because i never really had trouble breathing beyond being choked by my own coughing.

people have been there for me during all of this, in ways that are further reaching than touch, i have been very vocal about not liking when people touch me but i do look forward to the day i can hug my mom, where i can tell my friend to take a sip of my drink to see if she likes it, to have someone pat me on the shoulder and tell me to keep my head up or whatever

hopefully im on the other side of this, my more at risk family members are about to be 14 days from the last time any of them were near me or my brother, they’re at the end of a long tunnel and i’m just so happy that maybe soon we’ll all see the light

take care of yourselves

#tw for like puke and losing weight and just overall grossness

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highwaytosickfics · 4 years

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Lorenz sickfic w/ Lorenz/Marianne

Based vaguely on this prompt

Can be found on AO3

Ach’! Achoskjdfnds!

A violet-haired man gave a weak but heavy sigh as he grabbed a dapper handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, lightly dabbing at an already red and raw nose. He squinted at the paperwork before him tiredly as he attempted to decipher what proposals and budget concerns had been dropped off for him that morning. While being the current head of the Gloucester family gave Lorenz a boosted amount of pride, it was a lot of work attending to those responsibilities while also being Claude’s trustworthy advisor.

Many often told him to take time off, especially given his recent marriage, but Lorenz had previously rejected the kind offers and suggestions. He knew the consequences of leaving his leader without proper supervision; Goddess knows where Claude would end up going under the pretense of an afternoon stroll. The last time he’d roamed off, it was at least a week before they found their leader in the next country over, chugging ale and flirting with maidens (something his husband Dimitri was none too pleased with).

Still, it’d certainly been tempting to lay in bed this morning as he felt weeks of stress and cold weather hit him all at once. The runny nose and sore throat were obvious displeasures, but the most aggravating symptom was the headache that pounded between his ears like a ceremonial drum. He took a sip from the forgotten cup on his table, swallowing with a grimace at the bitter coffee that’d long gone cold. He would’ve preferred his tea, but the pure caffeine had been the only thing keeping him upright. There was a moment of pause, as he pinched the bridge of his nose in hopes of easing some of the weight in his head. No such luck, as a mere brush of his fingers only set off another series of sneezes.

‘Maybe I can retire early if I have Dedue or Edelgard agree to babysit-no, advise our leaders in my absence…’ Lorenz mentally resigned as he pushed up from his desk. The sudden movement made black spots spin around his vision, and the dizziness didn’t ebb as Lorenz sat down again. Minutes pass before he makes a second, slower attempt to move; this proves to be much more successful, as Lorenz is able to make the trek from his desk to his office couch before needing to pause. The sick exhaustion combined with a sudden caffeine crash was quickly becoming more than he could bare. He laid across the couch, the plush fabric allowing Lorenz’s weight to peacefully sink in.

‘In a few minutes, I’ll...get up and call a carriage...then I can go...go home…’ Lorenz’s thoughts drifted as he felt himself lose consciousness, hearing the door to his office open before he succumbed to slumber.

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The next time he woke, Lorenz was more than a bit confused. The familiar ceiling and blankets suggested he was in bed at home, but he didn’t remember leaving the castle. Was he moved? It was surprising that he hadn’t woken up, though upon reflection he hadn’t slept well for a good while so it shouldn’t have been such a shock. He could feel the congestion rattling painfully in his lungs, and Lorenz soon found himself sitting up to ride out a coughing fit. He vaguely registered the feeling of a hand on his back, gently rubbing calming circles as a familiar voice reached his ears.

“You pushed yourself too hard again, didn’t you?” he wheezed, looking up to see the love of his life giving him a concerned frown. He was mesmerized, as he usually was whenever he saw her, but today she looked especially enchanting to him; her hair, usually put up to increase her field of vision, was let down and cascading off her shoulders, like ocean waves. She was dressed without a corset in a comfortable-looking silver gown that complimented her grey-brown eyes. It was almost like she was-

“An angel…” Lorenz mumbled before he could stop himself, watching her face turn a pinkish-red from embarrassment. She gave a small smile, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“That fever of yours must be quite high. I some medicine prepared after Raphael carried you in.” Marianne assisted her husband as he leaned back against the bed frame, carefully handing him the medicine cup. Lorenz sipped quickly, grimacing at the taste.

“Must it always be this terrible?” he whined, congestion slurring his words.

She laughed, and it was the loveliest sound he’d ever known. “That’s how you know it’s effective, dear.”

The medicine was quickly replaced with a cup of tea, Chamomile to be precise; it wasn’t one of his favorites, but he still liked it perfectly well and knew it would help with his current illness.

“Is the temperature all right? I don’t make tea very often, so I wasn't sure if it’d be up to your tastes…” There were plenty of servants that could’ve prepared the drink and she’d done out of her way to make it herself? He blushed lightly, smiling.

“It’s perfect.” Lorenz stifled a yawn, the medicine’s effects and the warmth from the tea were putting him into a state of grogginess.

“You should rest some more...I can get going if you need me to-” He grabbed her hand as she attempted to pull away, breaking off her words with a quiet plead.

“Stay…” Marianne turned towards him, violet eyes looking at her with so much love and desperation. She smiled again and sat on the bed beside her feverish husband, who quickly cuddled close. His head rested on the side of her lap, and she felt her fingers naturally begin to card though lilac locks, not bothered by the feeling of sweat in them.

“Thank you…” She heard him faintly mumble. “Love you…”

She leaned down, kissing his forehead gently. “I love you too dear, rest well.”

#fire emblem sick #sickfic #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem sickfic #fire emblem three houses sickfic #illumivomi #my post #sick lorenz #lorenz/marianne

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disabled-queen-hc-blog · 5 years

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Suppose John has a heart condition, he's had it since birth and generally he's been able to cope and live a normal(ish) life, but then one night during a mid 80's concert he suddenly collapses backstage with a suspected heart attack?

I couldn’t find anything saying specific heart conditions caused heart attacks. Of the risk factors I saw, the two that ring out to me are stress and substance abuse. I hope that’s okay with you.

♚

John felt fine.

Well, he did when he first got on stage.

Maybe he was a little more tired than usual, but he was acting like himself, prancing around the stage in his tiny shorts, laughing and dancing. It was when they reached the halfway mark of the show did he start to feel...off.

He couldn’t find the exact words for it. Perhaps a little dizzy. Light headed. Woozy. It was subtle, so he kept playing, trading in his mini bar drinks for actual water. He didn’t feel drunk, but some proper hydration couldn’t hurt. A few martini’s could really sneak up on you if you didn’t pay attention.

It certainly didn’t help though. That weird feeling continued to rise, in his chest or stomach. He wasn’t sure. His torso felt strained. John slowed down on his dancing a bit, hoping it was over exertion. God, he could really go for a cigarette right about now.

His fingers flew up and down the neck board, looking up to smile at Freddie every so often. Nobody around him knew. Of if they knew, what they knew was that he was high, which wasn’t true. Not at the moment, at least. He looked fine otherwise. Subdued by his usual standard, but nothing drastic. He noticed the change though and it made him nervous. He always worried, though. That was his thing. Worrying until he his nose was buried in some white stuff that made it all go away.

The worst case scenario was that he was coming down with a flu. Best case scenario was that he was drunk. Middle case scenario was that he was withdrawing. He could handle any of them.

John looked down at his bass, his vision blurring slightly. That’s fine. You just had too much to drink. Keep drinking water and you’ll be okay. He kept saying this to himself, even when he broke out into a cold sweat. It was like his blood turned to ice, coursing painfully south, away from his brain and into his feet. He shivered, wiping away at the sweat on his forehead that felt glacial. Oh, he definitely had the flu. His drunken escapades and lowest highs never felt remotely like this. He prayed he could make it another 30 minutes before the sneezing and runny nose started.

John was steadfast in his belief that he was coming down with something, even after the first pang of nausea hit him. John was a smart man but when things got too serious, he preferred to ignore them. Which he was doing an excellent job of at the moment. He was really good at ignoring reality altogether. He swayed instead of danced, his fingers beginning to shake, missing a few notes here and there. His chest began to grow tight, a terrifying sensation. He’d never had the flu like this before. But it was the flu. It had to be. It couldn’t be anything else. Just a horrible, horrible flu.

“John,” Brian hissed as he walked over to the bassist, still playing, pretending they were going to jam out together. The music sounded drowned out to John.

“You look pale as a ghost. Are you okay?” Brian said loud enough for John to hear. Brian feared John was preforming while under the influence. Not that it wasn’t a regular thing anymore. John nodded but he didn’t feel okay. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, a tingling in the back of his neck. He’d never fainted before, but he had a feeling this is what it felt like before you dropped.

“I’m fine. Think I’ve got the flu,” he said, his whole body trembling. And then Brian and John didn’t say anything else because everything went black.

John was lucky he wasn’t conscious for all the gasps in the venue when he landed face first on the floor. Or for when Freddie dropped his mic and ran over to him, Brian kneeling down, yelling amidst the chaos, Roger running backstage for a phone.

He was really lucky he wasn’t awake when the paramedics got there and started CPR, his ribs breaking in the process. Or when they had to intubate him and ship him off to surgery.

Most of all, John was lucky that he lived.

When he was wheeled out of the OR, the doctor was shocked he hadn’t had a heart attack weeks ago. Surprised he could even stand for as long as he did. He survived though. He’d recover and there’d be little damage to his heart. John was okay.

John didn’t feel okay when he woke up. He was confused, his chest sore and his body aching. He tried to get up but somebody pushed him back down.

“Hey there, trooper. Relax. You’re at hospital. Everything’s okay,” a voice said, which he recognized as Roger’s.

John looked around, the room beginning to make sense. All the white and the soft beeping, the IV in his wrist.

“W-What happened?” he croaked, throat still raw from the intubation. He could see Roger standing besides him, Brian in the far off corner and Freddie sitting down on a chair, eye’s red and glassy.

“You had a heart attack, mate. Right in the middle of Save Me. Scared us pissless,” he replied, a hand going delicately onto John’s shoulder.

John’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth going agape. Heart attack? He’s only in his 30′s! Heart attacks are an old man thing! How the hell did he give himself one?

The confusion in his face was evident, Roger trying to fill in the gaps the best he could. “Uh, well, the doctor will be in soon, I suppose. But he told us a few things could cause heart attacks in youngin’s like you. Stress, tobacco, alcohol and, um...” Roger closed one nostril with his finger, inhaling deeply, the international sign for coke.

John would blush if he wasn’t so pale.

All of those..problems he was having would be something for him and the doctor to discuss. He loved his band but he loathed making himself vulnerable in front of them. He wasn’t one to even acknowledge his issues in the first place. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna use them as sit down therapists.

He had other pressing matters to get to either way. A hand flew to his chest, anticipating the sensation of bandages and stitches. “Did they...?” Cut me open, he wanted to say.

Freddie chimed in. “No. They put a tubey thingy in your thigh, all the way up to your heart and fixed..the thing,” Freddie should have let Roger continue answering the questions. He was still too frazzled after all of this. And Brian was brain dead, apparently.

“Yeah..what he said,” Roger echoed, not knowing how to explain it any better than that.

“Look, things are gonna be messy for a while. Just remember we’re here for you, Deacy. You’re not going through this alone,” Roger said with a smile. It was hard seeing their youngest like this. And to be truthful, they all felt guilty for not intervening sooner. But this is where they were now and all they wanted was for John to get better. Physically and mentally.

John nodded, shame welling up in him. His heart monitor jumped in speed, making everyone in the room shiver. “Sorry,” he said in a crackled voice, a familiar darkness settling into his stomach.

“Aw, John. C’mon. You two come here, this boy needs a hug,” Roger said, waving Freddie and Brian over to the bed. They surrounded the bed, all eyes on John, a mixture of emotions on all their faces.

They all took turns, giving him a hug, mussing up his hair, whispering encouraging words to him. It felt nice but John still felt responsible for this mess. That was until it was Freddie’s turn.

He pulled John into a tight embrace, holding him there for a moment. He pulled away, hands still gripping onto him. His eyes expressed so much. They were so tender and warm as he spoke. “I love you, John. We love you,” he said, in a way that made John feel 19 again. 19, young, innocent, untouched and safe.

John couldn’t stop his eyes from watering or stop himself from burying his face into Freddie’s chest, letting out small broken sobs. They all began to rub his back, cooing at him. Reminding him that they were there for him. That things were going to get better. He’d get better. Things were going to go back to normal.

“I’m scared,” John stuttered in between the tears. Three pairs of arms held onto him tighter.

“We’ve got you, Deacy. We’re not gonna let go. Never.”

Save me, save me, save me,

I can’t face this alone.

Save me, save me, save me,

I’m naked and I’m far from home.

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urdearestmom · 5 years

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genderbent (mileven week)

Maribel Wheeler woke up feeling like shit on Monday. She had a feeling that this week was going to be bad. She could feel herself getting a cold, and she knew her period was coming in the next few days or so. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

She dragged herself out of bed, groaning all the way through breakfast and all the way to school and all the way through homeroom. First period marched on, mind-numbing as usual, then second, then third and fourth. After fourth, Maribel made her way to the cafeteria for lunch.

She sank onto the plastic bench and lay on the table, feeling like she was melting into it. She was so tired. She didn’t perk up at all when she heard her friends sitting down around her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Came the voice of Darla.

Maribel groaned against the tabletop. “I feel like shit.”

“Did you have your period yet?” Asked Lucy.

“Lucy, for God’s sake. Not everything is about my period. But no. It’s coming.”

“It’s probably that.”

Maribel groaned again before lifting her head, her dark, wavy hair flowing loose down her back. Her friends Darla and Lucy were casually eating their lunches while the last of their group, Willa, reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it, Mari. You’ll feel better soon,” she said reassuringly.

Willa was wrong. Tuesday didn’t fare much better, with Darla choosing to laugh at the fact that Maribel could barely fit into a B cup.

(“My tits are perfectly fine, Darla! Just because I’m skinny-”

“I’m just saying! What’s Jo E supposed to touch when there’s nothing there?”)

This was a point of contention because Maribel insisted that her crush would like her for who she was and not her body. Lucy was skeptical of anything happening at all, ever, while Willa was supportive. Darla, on the other hand, thought that Maribel’s crush on their school’s resident weirdo was bound to go down in flames, and she was going to be there to watch (with popcorn).

Maribel personally thought that Darla was just jealous that double Ds meant more expensive bras than Bs.

Wednesday rolled in and out much the same, only Maribel could feel the cold really coming in. Her throat was starting to go sore and her nose was runny, and to top it all off she saw John Elliot in the hallway and he spoke to her. Granted, all he said was hi, but Maribel was absolutely disgusted that of all days it had to be the one where she felt like she was about to cough up phlegm if she opened her mouth.

Thursday was the worst day of the week. In the morning, Maribel woke up and felt the telltale slickness between her legs that told her that Satan’s Waterfall had begun its monthly visit to her in the middle of the night. This meant she had to rush to get dressed and change her sheets before leaving for school, so she barely had any time for breakfast and went to class with her hair an absolute wreck.

The only thought running through her head all day was please God can I just go home. That is, until fifth period, when her only thought was PLEASE GOD CAN I JUST DIE RIGHT NOW.

Upon entering geography class, Maribel smiled nervously and waved a little at John Elliot, who was sitting in his usual seat in the front row, curly hair fluffed up in every direction. The sunlight coming in from the window was bouncing off his face. He looked absolutely adorable, as usual, and it made Maribel’s heart clench.

She hadn’t yet noticed that he wasn’t really looking at her, or that the rest of the class was staring at her as if waiting for something. She was too caught up in sighing at how absolutely wonderful John Elliot looked in the light.

But then.

Then she took her seat. And Maribel looked at the chalkboard. And she instantly felt her lunch come up into her throat. On the chalkboard, written in large letters for everyone to read, were the words, MARIBEL W HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH ON JOHN ELLIOT.

It was then that she realized everyone was staring at her, waiting for a reaction, and her lips began to quiver as her vision blurred. She wasn’t sure if these were angry or upset tears, but probably a mixture of both. Without a word, Maribel stormed back to the front of the classroom and began erasing the message. She wondered where the hell their teacher was before turning around and surveying her classmates.

“Whichever one of you wrote that is an absolute asshole!” She said in a wobbly, teary voice. “You can’t just take people’s feelings and make them into a joke!” Her voice cracked at the end as she choked on a sob.

Her embarrassment was too great to spare a look at the object of her affections before fleeing the room. Maribel rushed straight into the nearest girls’ restroom and locked herself in a stall, dropping down onto the toilet lid and hiding her face in her hands. She hid in the restroom for the whole period, crying her eyes out.

She couldn’t believe it. Who would do that? Who would want to hurt her like that? She wasn’t exactly well-liked or anything, but she didn’t think she was hated either. Except for by maybe one person who went by the name of Theresa, but Theresa wasn’t in that class. At the thought of the class itself, Maribel remembered John Elliot staring at the board wordlessly. It was like he’d seen a ghost and it broke her heart to think about it. Was the idea of her having a crush on him that horrible?

Sixth period, Maribel went to the main office and called home. Her mom didn’t answer, so she called her dad at work instead.

“Hello?” He sounded tired. Her dad worked a lot and was unhappy and under-appreciated in his marriage, but he always tried his best to be there for his kids. The same couldn’t be said for his wife.

“Hi, dad.” Maribel’s voice went over the line wavery and she knew her dad would pick up on it.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

She swallowed. “I’m not feeling well. Can I go home early?”

Her dad sighed. “Sure. Be careful on your way. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, dad.”

“Feel better, alright? Do you need me to pick anything up?”

“No, I just need to go home.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Bye.”

She went home and straight to bed, lights out until the next day. She didn’t even wake up for dinner. But when she woke up Friday morning with an ache in her bones that made it pretty obvious she’d caught some type of flu, she was glad for an excuse to stay home. Going to school only to face ridicule and rejection would just be too much.

Maribel’s mother left her pretty much alone, only bringing her a bowl of chicken soup at noon but otherwise spending the day watching TV. Maribel stayed holed up in her room all day, wallowing and using up all the tissues in the box. She did some homework for a while, but then she went back to bed and lay there thinking about what she was going to do when she went back to school on Monday.

God, she was going to have to talk to John Elliot, wasn’t she? She really didn’t want to. Maybe if she just avoided him and pretended everything was fine then she wouldn’t have to. Maybe it’d even help her get over him!

Oh, who was she kidding…

It had all started in freshman year. Maribel had dropped a pile of books she’d been putting back on the shelf in the library because the new kid, John Elliot Hopper, had appeared silently out of nowhere and scared her. He’d quietly asked her where to find the sci-fi section, nervously pulling on the curls by his ears, his honey eyes melting right into Maribel’s heart. From then on, she had been a total goner. Any time she saw him in the hall or in class, her heart beat faster and her palms got sweaty. She was probably really obvious with all her staring; her friends didn’t call her Maribel “Heart Eyes” Wheeler for no reason. She spoke to him sometimes, if he was in the library at the same time as her, and that was when she came up with the nickname Jo E. It’s pronounced the same as the name Joey, just spelled Jo E because it’s short for John Elliot. He smiled every time she said it.

In sophomore year, they did a project together, and it was absolute heaven to have a reason to spend so much time around him. It was during this time, as they hung out a little more, that he came up with his own nickname for her. He started calling her Bel, which was refreshing since everyone else always called her Mari. Maribel just about went into cardiac arrest after the first time he called her that and every time after. They got a really good grade too, so it was just excellent all around. Maribel also met John Elliot’s only friend, a redheaded, freckle-faced skater boy by the name of Max. Max had been the new kid in eighth grade, but everyone had quickly forgotten about him when he didn’t prove himself to be super weird. Not like John Elliot.

John Elliot was considered a weirdo because he rarely spoke to anyone besides Max, and if he did it was never outside of school. In fact, it seemed he rarely spoke at all. Lucy and Darla said they’d seen him once at Melvald’s and that he’d clearly seen them, but he hadn’t spoken a word; simply waving quickly and disappearing. It was another of the reasons why Maribel was so captivated by him: he was mysterious. She wanted to know more about him. But he was also kindhearted and warm, and just absolutely, positively adorable. John Elliot was the cutest boy Maribel had ever laid eyes on.

Her musings were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door, followed by the entrance of her little brother, Hunter.

“Are you feeling better, Mari?” He asked.

Maribel sniffed loudly and wrapped her comforter tighter around herself. “Not really, Peppermint,” she answered. Hunter’s nickname was Peppermint because it was his favourite candy all year round, even not at Christmas.

Hunter frowned, his floppy blonde hair bouncing on his head as he walked closer. “But your friends are here.”

Maribel coughed. “Tell them that unless they’re okay with getting sick too to go home.”

Hunter nodded. “Okay.” He left the room and a few moments later the door burst open again, revealing a crazed-looking Darla, a sympathetic Willa, and a worried Lucy.

“What happened yesterday? We heard you left during sixth period,” said Lucy.

Willa nodded. “People were saying stuff but we wanted to hear it from you.”

“Yeah, ‘cause half the things people say are bullshit,” added Darla.

Maribel blinked a few times, lessening the ache behind her eyes. “Some asshole wrote on the board in fifth that I have a crush on Jo E and I ran out,” she explained. “And he’s in that class. Sits right in the front row and everything,” she added in a broken whisper. “He probably hates me right now.”

Willa sat down on the edge of Maribel’s bed and rubbed a comforting hand over the lump that was her legs. “I’m sure he doesn’t. Jo E doesn’t seem like the type to hate someone over something like this.”

“Yeah,” affirmed Darla, lowering herself to the floor close to Maribel’s head with a grunt. “I know I make fun of you for liking him, but there’s no way he would.”

Lucy stood between Willa and Darla with her arms crossed. “You have to talk to him. He already knows now, so all you have to do is find out how he feels about it.”

Maribel shivered at the idea, but it might’ve also just been chills from being sick. “Can’t I just pretend it never happened?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “No, because you can’t avoid life forever. You would’ve had to deal with it at some point.”

“I hate boys,” Maribel protested, sliding her comforter over her head. “I never want to see one again.”

“Mari, you have two brothers.”

“Not what I meant!”

She couldn’t see Darla, but Maribel knew she’d just thrown her hands up in exasperation. “Not what you said two days ago either when you were gushing about Jo E saying hi to you in the hall. You’re being a little bitch.”

“That’s harsh, D,” came Willa’s soft voice. “Mari’s hurting, what they did to her sucks.”

“Thanks, Willa.”

“But I do think you should talk to him,” Willa continued.

Maribel groaned. “Traitors, the three of you.”

“We’re not traitors,” interjected Lucy. “Mari, you gotta look at me.”

Reluctantly, Maribel removed the comforter from her head. Lucy was looking at her with a stoic expression, but Maribel could see a smile tugging on the corners of her friend’s lips.

“Listen,” Lucy said seriously, “I know I was the skeptical one, but John Elliot himself cornered me in last period today to ask me to tell you that he wants to talk to you. He wasn’t mad, he was just worried since you didn’t come to school. So talk to him.”

Shortly afterwards, her friends all had to go home, none of them wanting to stay in Maribel’s presence long enough to catch the flu themselves anyway. Over the weekend, she pondered. She mostly lay in bed, but spent some time catching up on the homework her friends had brought her.

Monday morning dawned slightly less shitty than the last one, but Maribel’s heart was in her throat. She’d made up her mind to have a talk with John Elliot after all; to make her feelings clear. She put on her favourite striped sweater for a confidence boost and paired it with a random pair of pants she found on her floor. She brushed through her hair once, then looked in the mirror and got angry at a stupid piece that was sticking up in the back. Why couldn’t her hair just lie flat for once? She wanted to look perfect.

In the end, her hair refused to do what she wanted and she gave up. John Elliot was just going to have to deal with it. At lunch, Darla made Maribel run through every possible variation of a conversation that she could come up with until Maribel got sick of it and started ignoring her. Fifth period rolled around and Maribel walked into her classroom full of trepidation. John Elliot wasn’t there yet, but she was sure he would be.

He appeared not a minute later, taking his seat a few desks in front and to the right of her, and Maribel thought he wasn’t going to acknowledge her. But then he turned around.

“Can we talk after school?” He asked.

Maribel gulped. She was hoping it could’ve been quick enough to speak after class. “Um-” Her eyebrows pulled together. “Okay. Bike rack?”

Jo E smiled and Maribel’s heart pounded against her ribs so hard she thought it was going to jump right out.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation. Maribel almost smacked her head against her locker shelf in her haste to grab all her things and get outside. Willa was already standing by the bike rack when she got there, so Maribel sent her inside with word to Darla and Lucy.

A few minutes later, Maribel was still standing alone by her bike, awkwardly picking at the pills on her sweater. Was Jo E even going to show or had she been made a fool once again? She was about to leave when said boy came barrelling out the doors of the school.

“Sorry, Bel!” He called. “Max held me up.”

His curls were especially glorious today and Maribel wanted nothing more than to stick her hands in and run her fingers through them. But she held herself back.

“Hi,” she responded shyly.

Jo E smiled at her again and Maribel thought she was going to explode.

“So, um… about last week…”

Maribel sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have yelled in class like I did,” she admitted, gaze drifting somewhere between his dirty Chucks and hers. “I just… didn’t want you to find out like that. I wanted to tell you myself.”

John Elliot shook his head. “Whoever did that has issues.”

While Maribel was glad that he wasn’t mad at her and didn’t seem disgusted by the fact that she liked him, she also wanted Jo E to get to the point and tell her how he felt. “So…” She dragged the toe of her sneaker across the pavement. “What do you, um… think about it?”

She almost didn’t look at him, but she was glad she did. John Elliot’s eyes were shining with an emotion she couldn’t place, warming her right up to the tips of her fingers and toes. The traces of her flu? Vanished.

“Would you mind if I showed you?” Jo E asked softly.

Maribel shook her head, face lighting up bright pink. She watched as his hands rose to her face, one of them reaching for a lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. For a second, it was as if time had stopped as they stared into each other’s eyes, but then John Elliot’s face got too close to hers for Maribel to see him without crossing her eyes, so she closed them. And then…

His lips were soft but insistent, pressing against hers in the most wonderful way. Maribel got chills again. She never expected kissing to feel so good.

She didn’t know how long they were kissing for, a year could have passed for all she cared, but when Jo E pulled away from her she felt that all was right with the world.

“I have a big fat crush on you too, Maribel W,” he said. “I hope it’s obvious now.”

Maribel grinned. “Lucy and Darla are never going to believe this.”

“What?”

#MilevenWeek2018 #mileven week #mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #el hopper #genderbent #genderbend

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hongmaii · 4 years

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About 7-9 days ago I got a headache and what seemed like sinus infection lasted a few days (sore throat, runny nose, very minor cough.) Felt feverish w/ chills on the 2nd-3rd day and thermometer was busted, couldn’t get a read, went to bed feeling lethargic and slept like 13 hours. It’s uncertain If this is related or part of it. Woke up fine, just felt a little sluggish for a few days.

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minteacutiewrites · 7 years

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Paladin Drabble#10

Shiro had been feeling a bit off lately.

He didn’t really know why but something just felt more drained then usual and just plain weird. He couldn’t put his finger on it, so he just figured that he was just tired from training and all the missions in the past week.

They were in the training, when things began to hit Shiro, starting with a slight tickle in his throat, making him clear his throat it he kept giving orders and working with his younger teammates.

However, in that time the tickle seemed to migrate to his nose catching him off guard as it made him sneeze, only managed to half stifle it,” HXGSHT!!!”

All head turned towards him as a he could feel a blush creep up his pale face, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The youngers blessing him with looks of concern painting their faces.

Hunk spoke up being one of the mother hens of the group,” Everything alright Shiro.” He asked worry clear on his face as he was concerned for their leader’s health.

“Yeah Shiro you don’t look so good.” Lance spoke up, his voice humorous but underneath laced with concern.

Shiro brushed off their worry figuring it was a fluke, just some dust or something of the sort,” Just a sneeze, don’t worry about it.” He smiled, trying to reassure them.

They still looked a bit uncertain but got back to training, keeping a close eye on their leader, as if trying to determine if he was telling the truth. Shiro seemingly doing fine for the moment.

About half way through training, Shiro seemed to be running on steam. His joints achy and sore, his head throbbed and felt packed with cement and was starting to have trouble focusing. Eventually deciding it would best to end training early.

The other paladins stared at him with worry, as it was uncommon for Shrio to do this.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Pidge asked, worried that he’d managed to catch some weird space flu.

Shiro once again waved off the concern, with a smile plastered to his face,” Yes I’m sure, probably just a cold or something.” He answered before turn away, trudging off to his room to go lay down for a bit.

When he got there, he crashed falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, snoring.

Shiro woke to something cold poking him in the cheek, still drowsy and a bit confused from just waking up. Trying to figure out exactly, what woke him up, finding the concerned blue eyes of the princess staring back at him.

He sat up quickly making his head spin a little, wondering how long she’d been there,” Princess!! W-what are you doing here?” He asked trying to act casual and not like the love-sick puppy he was.

Allura tilted her head a little looking at him a bit confused,” The others said that you weren’t feeling well, I was just trying to take your temperature.” She said, holding something out that look like a regular thermometer from earth.

Shiro nodded taking it slipping it into his mouth, glad when it appeared he was doing it right, he could never be certain with Altean technology.

He watched her as she fidgeted nervously, wondering why it bothered her so much that he was sick.

Taking it out of his mouth when it beeped, looking at it,”101.2, not bad but not good.” He said, handing her the thermometer.

She looked almost as if something was on her mind,” Is everything all right princess?” He asked, concerned that something was bothering her.

Allura opened her mouth contemplating her words for a minute,” This…illness it’s not deadly for you, is it?” She asked, clearly concerned about this.

Which is why it took all Shiro energy not to laugh, taking a moment to compose himself. Taking a deep breath, he answered,” No it probably just the flu or something completely harmless, all humans get it ever now and then.”

Allura released a sigh of relief,” So it’s common for humans to catch?” She asked, sitting down on the end of his bed, clearly having many questions about this.

Shiro was tired but felt obligated to ease some of Allura’s concern,” Yeah its actually pretty contagious.” He said, feeling dread pool in his stomach,” You probably shouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t want you to catch it.”

Allura pondered this though,”Explain the symptoms and I will tell you if it’s contagious to Alteans.”

Shiro wasn’t sure if that was how things worked but he’d give it a shot,” Okay well it feels like a milder strain, not the kind that makes you sick you stomach.”

He began explaining, trying to figure out the right word,” The kind that makes your joints feeling all achy, your nose runny and sniffly and your throat sore.”

Allura thought about this for a moment,” It doesn’t sound like any Altean illness I’ve ever heard of…when your nose runs is that you loosing brain fluid.” She asked, poking at the lightly pink appendage.

Making it wrinkle slightly, and Shiro pull back a little,” N-no, please don’t do that.”

He said rubbing at his irritated pink nose, sniffling.

Allura looked confused,” What, this?” She asked, poking his cute little nose.

He couldn’t stave of the burning tickle this time as his nose wrinkled, crinkling with irritation, covering his irritated nose with his hands,” HAPSHII TCHIII HGXSHII.” He let out a loud irritating triple, making Allura jump a little.

Shiro snagged a tissue with one hand while covering his nose with the other blowing his nose harshly.

A dainty sounding giggle filled his ears, making a blush creep up his cheeks. The princess had a hand over her mouth hiding the smile on her face,” What on Earth, was that?” She asked, teasing him lightly.

He grinned, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck,” Oh uh sneezes, I guess, it’s what happens when your nose gets irritated.” He explained,” Alteans don’t do that?” He asked.

Allura shook her head,” Not that I know of, but it was adorable.” She said, cooing over Shiro, making his blush deepen a shade or too.

He cleared his throat awkwardly,” Thanks…I guess.” He said, yawning widely as exhaustion began to creep into his bones, overwhelming him.

Allura smiled sympathetically having him lay back down,” You should rest, I’ll be here if you need anything?” She told him, running her fingers, through his hair, soothing him.

Shiro wanted to protest saying that she didn’t have to but it was all just too nice. He relaxed under her gentle touch, falling into a deep dreamless sleep, feeling safe for the first time in months.

Prompt from an anon: shiro gets some completely normal earth illness and allura FREAKS OUT because she thinks he's dying - or Allura gets an altean illness and Shiro thinks she's dying ?

This was a lot of fun to write so I hope the anon, whom requested it enjoys it.

#Voltron #Sickfic #Allura #Shallura #Fluffy #cute #Shiro

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