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you know how much i love sickfics 😭 and also it’s entirely plausible that girlie always gets sick when school first starts (source: bfs a teacher. also source: kids are germ factories)

anyway yes thinking of matty being very fucking sweet and caring when they’ve only newly started dating 😭 and taking care of girlie (maybe annie had the same thing a few weeks ago so he feels like an expect now lol) and even tho reader insists she’s fine, she’ll get over it with a good nights rest, he refuses to let her do it on her own (he is a proper mother hen now after all)

Oh, the love for sick fics is so real. I yearn to baby this grown man and also to be looked after by him.

Kids are such fucking germ factories, it's CRAZY. All they know how to do is be sick and perpetually sticky. So it's 100% possible you are getting SICK, especially if it's something that's been spreading through your class.

Annie was out last week, and she's been back 2 days when you start feeling a bit rough. Matty shows up to drop Annie off and notices your red-rimmed eyes and pink nose. He sends Annie in with a kiss on the head and walks over to talk to you properly.

No one is within earshot, so Matty can talk to you the way he wants, “Hi sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You don't look like yourself” he goes to stroke your arm, but he catches himself before he does.

You guys are together, but the school doesn't know anything yet, so he has to act normal, despite the constant urge to touch you however he can.

You pout and Matty has to fight the smile at how cute you are, “oh wow that's just what you want to hear from your new boyfriend” you tease, smiling and giggling but then launching into a chesty cough from speaking.

“Oh baby, have you got the same thing Annie had? She had the same cough and runny nose,” Matty speaks softly and has to fight the urge to scoop you into a hug.

“I think I'm starting to, but it's Friday so I figure I'll just quarantine myself in my flat for the weekend and I'll be fine by Monday.” You wave him off and drop your hand back to your side, but not before brushing yours and Matty’s fingers together subtly. You could see the worry in his eyes and were desperate to reassure him you were okay.

“Well, Annie is going up to my mum's this weekend so I can come and look after you if you want?” Before Matty can even finish asking, you are shaking your head.

Even the movement of shaking your head has you feeling dizzy and nauseous and you stumble slightly on the spot, matty of course acts like you had just thrown yourself to the floor and grabbed your arm to steady you.

“I'm fine, really. Enjoy your weekend off” You smile softly at Matty, but he doesn't look convinced. But before he can protest further, a parent walks over, and he has to rip his hand from your arm.

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It's Saturday night, and Matty hasn't heard from you all day. He had texted asking how you were doing and if you needed anything, but he was met with radio silence. So he took it upon himself to come over.

He knocks on your door and hears rustling behind it, and soon a pile of blankets emerges, and Matty has to assume you are under there somewhere.

“Hello?” You croak out, and Matty almost crumbles on the spot. He walks in and shuts the door behind him before pulling you into a tight hug.

He feels you breathe him in and your growing smile against his chest, “Matty.” You whisper and burrow closer. You hadn't realised how comforting his scent was, and you already felt more at ease.

But a chesty and slightly wet cough pulls you from the hug, and Matty has to hide his grimace at how rough you sound.

“Oh darling, you sound awful. And you're burning up.” You pout as he feels your forehead, and he then places his palms on your flushed cheeks.

“Can't be burning up, I'm freezing. And my chest feels heavy” you mumble as you snuggle back into his chest, matty rubs up and down your back - or at least he thinks it's your back. The pile of blankets makes it hard to tell.

It's then he goes into mother hen mode, “Right we need to get you out of these sweaty clothes and into the shower. The steam will help your breathing and hopefully make you feel a bit better.” Matty starts walking to your shower, and you shuffle behind him weakly protesting.

“Ah ah ah. No excuses, baby. It's time for me to look after you. Now strip.” he reaches into your shower and flicks it on, putting some towels on your radiator to heat them up, ready for when you're done.

You can't help but tease Matty, hoping he’ll forget about the whole sick thing and just let you sleep for the next 24 hours, “ooh kinky. Yes sir” you faux salute and wink at Matty. But any flirty behaviour was quickly wasted when you started hacking up a lung and shivering at the same time.

“Don't you ‘yes sir’ me, just let me help you, sweet girl. Please?” his pout and soft eyes get you, and you start shedding blankets, and your shivering intensifies.

You step into the shower and hiss at the hot water, somehow still shaking even under the scorching water. You look back at Matty, who is watching you with worried eyes.

You decide then and there to give up any dignity you had left and let yourself be looked after.

“Get in with me?” Matty looks at you suspiciously, and you quickly clarify, “No funny business, I swear. I just want you close to me.” Your sad, quiet voice has Matty shedding his clothes quickly, getting in and pulling you back onto his chest.

You rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh at the feeling of him behind you. Matty grabs your body wash and squirts it in his hands, lathering them together before slowly working them over your body.

It's not sensual or sexual in any way. It's just pure love and care. He moves from your underarms to your torso, slowly working his hands over your aching body. He kneads each section carefully, pulling groans from your cracked lips.

He grabs the shower head to wet your hair and massages shampoo and conditioner into it. He grins at the soft, sleepy smile that comes across your face at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your scalp.

After 15 minutes and an appropriate amount of steam later, Matty turns off the water and begins bundling you in the towels he had ready. Still, your teeth are chattering as you stand in the bathroom in a pile of 5 towels.

And Matty can't help but feel his heart shatter. He’s never seen you look so small and sad. He can see you're feeling really fucking ill, and honestly, the lack of fighting from you tells him all he needs to know.

“Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, and I'll be right back” Matty walks you to your bed, and you flop back into the pile of blankets, fighting sleep as you settle in. Matty runs to the front door and grabs the bag he had dropped when he walked in earlier.

He gets back to you and pulls out his shirt and jogging bottoms from his bag, he knew you'd want his clothes- so he came prepared.

You giggle and lift your arms up, ready for him to dress you. Matty pulls down your towel and averts his eyes from your chest, feeling weird for staring whilst you're so ill.

You notice and pout, “You don't like my boobs?”

“No no, not that. I like them too much, babe. If I stare too long I'll get hard and it is definitely not the time for that” Matty taps your hips and slides up a pair of his boxers and jogging bottoms over your waist as you grin happily.

Your boyfriend still likes your boobs even when you're gross and ill, and that's good to know.

You flop back on the bed and watch Matty walk around and get into bed, patting the space next to him for you to settle into.

“Mmm, you'll look at them another time, though?” you say softly, starting to move up the bed.

Matty nods and smiles as he watches you move groggily, sniffling as you're crawling up to him.

“Good idea bringing your clothes for me. I would've stolen yours if not” you say, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Hey this isn't my first time dealing with a sick girlfriend” Matty says, and you immediately frown and open your heavy eyes.

“Don't wanna think about you being other people's boyfriend. You're my boyfriend,” you groan, settling into your pillows and burrowing into Matty's side.

He laughs and swings his arm around your shoulders as your legs wind together like ivy intertwining, and you bury your nose in his chest with a happy hum.

“Don't worry, baby, I'm just your boyfriend. No one else's.” he looks down at you and feels giddy at the soft smile on your face.

“Mmm mine” You sigh, and Matty presses a kiss to your head as you finally drift off.

The next day, Matty still wants to play nurse, and you let him quite happily.

#v giving me the cutest ideas as always #sick fics my beloved <3333 #me being chronically ill and needing this year round #plsssssssssss #teacher au!#moots <3 #matty healy fic

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gracexthoughts · 22 days

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of violent delights chap 10

bad news, good news and everything in between

6 february 1996

Euphemia’s POV

Screaming pulls me out of my sleep and before I’m fully awake, the door to my room opens and Harry runs in, panicking. “Mia!”

“Haz! What is it?”

“Sirius Black! He attacked Ron! He’s in the dorm!”

“What?” I yell, leaping up out of bed, grabbing my wand from my night stand and running out of my room. As I step into the common room I see Ron standing by the couches; students coming down both staircases to see what the ruckus is. “Ron! What happened?”

“Excellent, carrying on the party here then?” Fred asks, coming down the stairs, not seeming to mind the girls ogling him and George in just their sweatpants.

“Everyone back to bed!” Percy snaps, following Fred down and pinning his Head Boy badge to his nightshirt.

“Percy, Sirius Black! In our dorm! Came at me with a knife!” Ron cries breathlessly.

“Now really! I am very glad Gryffindor won the match but it is far too late for parties! Back to bed all of you!” McGonagall says, storming into the dorm as she ties her dressing robe around her waist. “Percy, Euphemia I expected better than this.”

“Professor, I certainly didn’t authorize this. I was just telling everyone to go back to bed, Ron just had a bad dream,” Percy says quite indignantly.

“It wasn’t a nightmare!! Sirius Black was standing over me and he was holding a knife!” Ron yells, gesturing wildly around.

“Oh please, how would he get through the portrait hole?” McGonagall asks.

“Ask him!” Ron screeches pointing at the entrance to the common room.

With a sigh, and looking still very suspicious, McGonagall moves out of the common room to speak to the portrait hole, the rest of us following to the very edge of the common room to listen. “Sir Cadogan, did you recently let a man through the common room?”

“Yes, of course, m’lady!” The painted knight answers, puffing up his chest. “He had the whole week's passwords. Read them off a piece of paper. I was impressed with his dedication to security!”

After a moment, McGonagall comes back very stern looking and white as a sheet. “Which one of you foolishly wrote down all of this week's passwords?” She asks, her voice shaking in a way I’ve never heard before. The rest of us silently look around at each other until, from the very back of the room ,Neville Longbottom raises his hand.

Hours later and not a single one of us is able to think about sleeping: nearly every Gryffindor student is in the common room huddled into small groups murmuring between themselves. We all know the castle is being searched again, desperately hoping that this time they catch him.

Harry and I sit in front of the dying fire, surrounded by our friends trying to be reassuring. Harry’s head is on my shoulder, exhaustion from a long day fighting to overcome the fear we both feel.

As the sun starts streaming through the Tower’s windows, McGonagall returns, her face grave and pale. Sirius Black escaped again and Harry and I are no safer than we were before.

23 february 1997

I exit the greenhouse, wrapping my cloak tighter around me as the cold winter wind hits my skin, causing my hair to fly in front of my face. Angelina, Alicia and I walk quickly back to the warmth of the castle, sighing as we step over the threshold, warmth enveloping us again. “Godric, I can’t wait for spring. I’m so tired of the cold,” Angelina sighs, shivering slightly as we continue through the halls again.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve warmed up since practice the other night,” Alicia shivers. Wood had us practicing constantly still, gearing up for our match against Slytherin that is still nearly two months away. The other night’s practice was so windy, we all sat huddled in front of the fire once we were back in the common room. As we walk further into the castle, our conversation is cut short by distant yells and geers.

We turn the corner, a large crowd blocking the halls. Grunts, gasps and shouts echo off the stone walls. Students of all houses are shouting at someone in the middle. I sigh, knowing as a prefect I can’t leave without dealing with whatever this is. “I’ll see you guys back in the tower,” I say to Angelina and Alicia. I drop my bag by the wall and push my way through the crowd to see two students locked in a fist fight at the center of the circle. The boys separate for a moment, I recognize Mattheo and a 6th year Ravenclaw whose name I can’t remember, before Mattheo takes another swing, connecting his already bloody fist with the Ravenclaw’s face.

“Mattheo!” I yell, trying to get his attention but he either can’t hear me over the other students or is ignoring me. The boys continue grappling until the Ravenclaw boy manages to push Mattheo off him, causing Mattheo to stumble back into the crowd of students. I take this as my opening and jump in front of Mattheo before he can go after the Ravenclaw again. “Mattheo! Hey, cut it out!”

“Get out of my way, Potter,” Mattheo grumbles trying to shove past me but I plant my hands on his shoulders to try and keep him from lunging again.

“Stop! You’re going to get-” I’m cut off when Mattheo manages to push past me, causing me to stumble slightly. Mattheo takes a punch to his face before he can land one of his own, but he recovers quickly, managing to get the Ravenclaw boy to the ground. Mattheo keeps punching, seemingly with no intention to stop, but soon Theodore Nott jumps into the ring, wrapping his arms around Mattheo from behind and dragging him back as Professor McGonagall’s voice rings out and students begin to scatter. I turn to see McGonagall and Snape rushing towards us, Mattheo pushing himself out of Nott’s grasp.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” McGonagall exclaims, looking between Nott, Mattheo, the Ravenclaw and me. None of the boys speak up, Mattheo and the Ravenclaw boy still glaring at each other.

“Mr. Riddle? Mr. Nott?” Snape asks, turning his cold eyes to the two Slytherin boys. Still silent.

“Mr. Davies? Miss Potter?” McGonagall asks, turning to me.

“I just got here, Professor. I’m not sure what happened,” I respond, shrugging my shoulders.

“Well! If no one will supply any information. 15 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin and detention for the both of you! I will not have this muggle brawling in the halls, do you understand?” The boys nod slightly, Mattheo wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I expect better of you, particularly from a prefect!” McGonagall scolds, her piercing gaze directed at Mattheo. “Miss Potter, please escort the boys to the hospital wing and that will be the end of this,” McGonagall adds and I nod in acknowledgement before she continues on her way. Snape eyes us coldly for a moment before following after her.

No one moves until the professors have turned the corner. Davies glares at the Slytherins boys, spitting a bloody loogie at their feet. “Fuckin’ monster, just like your father,” the boy growls to Mattheo. Mattheo tries to lunge for the boy again but Nott holds him back.

“That’s enough!” I snap, a sense of protectiveness taking over my actions, surprising the boys and myself.

“Little Euphemia Potter, defending You-Know-Who’s son? Pathetic,” Davies coos, his eyes scanning my form. I stare him down as he takes a step towards me, threateningly.

“Get the fuck away from me before I throw your ass in even more detentions,” I say lowly, my eyes daring this boy to push me. I hold his gaze as he weighs his options, eventually shaking his head and brushing past me and the Slytherin boys. “Mattheo, are you okay?” I ask softly.

“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling out of Nott’s grip and walking past us, not sparing me another look.

“We don’t need your help, Potter,” Nott says sharply, pulling my attention away from Mattheo’s retreating figure.

“A simple thank you would suffice,” I snap moving to grab my bag where I had left it, turning to leave the scene but a hand wraps around my arm, preventing me from leaving.

“He doesn’t need you fucking with his head so whatever you’re doing-”

“Hey! I didn’t ask for this anymore than he did,” I rip my arm from his grip and cut him off, not of the mind to be lectured by someone who has never sent a kind word my way. “And for the record, I’m not doing anything. Despite what you and your friends seem to think, I don’t have it out to get anyone. I’m just trying to get through the year, so excuse me if I don’t subject myself to your baseless insults,” I snap, turning on my heel and continuing down the hall.

“He’s not as hard as he pretends to be,” Nott calls after me, stopping me in my tracks. I turn slowly, halfway down the hall from Nott now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nott watches me, his eyes seeming to search my face for a moment.

“Just… try not to hurt him,” he says finally, his eyes suddenly soft, before turning and walking down the hall, leaving me to contemplate what the hell he means by that.

Nott’s voice rings in my head as I make my way up to Gryffindor Tower and I think back to my birthday. Mattheo may not have known it, but he helped me a lot that day just by distracting me, by being there. I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through my bedside drawer, finding a pack of cigarettes and turning back to leave the common room. The trolls hired to guard the Fat Lady's portrait, a condition of her return to duty after Sir Cadogan’s catastrophic failure, eye me suspiciously as I exit the common room minutes after I entered but I pay them no mind.

Soon, I reach the top of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and, as expected, Mattheo is sitting against one of the stone pillars, his face turned to look out over the grounds, his hands playing with a black zippo mindlessly. “Go away, Nott,” Mattheo grumbles without looking over.

“Wow, do I look that bad?” I ask sarcastically, staying over by the stairs. His head turns to me, blood dried onto his skin, his brown eyes distant and sadder than I think I’ve ever seen them. His bottom lip is bloody and there’s a cut across the bridge of his nose, blood drying under his nose and his knuckles.

“Go away, Potter,” he says, turning his head away from me. I walk towards him slowly, not listening to his instruction. “Seriously, fuck off. I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” he insists, his fists clenching. I stop next to him, holding the cigarette down to him.

“No lecture. I just owe you a cigarette,” I say simply, causing him to look up at me and then my hand. After watching me for a moment, he reaches up with bloody fingers and takes the cigarette from me. I sit down by the next stone pillar, putting my legs under the metal railing so they dangle over the edge of the tower and I light up my own cigarette, leaning on the railing as I look over the school grounds.

“I don’t want to be my father,” Mattheo says eventually, his voice cracking slightly. I turn my head to look at him sitting to my left, his gaze still fixed on the horizon, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I don’t think you are,” I respond honestly, turning back to look out over the grounds. After a moment, I hear Mattheo light the cigarette I gave him and take a long inhale, and we sit in comfortable silence watching as the late afternoon sun sinks slowly into the horizon’s embrace.

✦

I return back to my room well after sunset, cold from sitting in the winter air for longer than I expected. Mattheo had barely spoken in the few hours we sat together in the Astronomy Tower but I didn’t leave until he did. “Thank you,” he’d said as we walked down the last stairs of the tower together, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Our eyes had met and the rest of the world had disappeared for a moment as Mattheo and I looked at each other, an understanding passing silently between us, leaving me with a twist in my stomach that has only grown as I made my way back to my dorm.

I sigh, looking at my bag on my bed, my untouched schoolwork calling to me. I pull out my books, flop onto the love seat in front of the fire but before I can even crack the spine, there’s a tapping on my window. I look up to see my owl, Pax, resting on the windowsill outside, an envelope in his beak.

“Hi buddy,” I whisper softly as I open the window, the brown and white bird flying into the room to rest on the mantle. I take the letter from him, petting him as I turn over the envelope to see the Ministry of Magic seal on the back.

I rip open the envelope, my hands shaking. As soon as I turned 18 a little under a month ago, I sent in a petition for custody of Harry to be taken from the Dursley’s and granted to me. I’ve been anxiously awaiting the verdict and have not been patient about it either.

Dear Miss Euphemia Potter,

We are writing to inform you of a custody change of your brother. Due to no objection from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and your passionate testimony of your plans and proof of ability, you are hereby granted full custody of Harry J. Potter, your request accepted. Please see below stipulations and expectations of guardians and sign the attached agreement of custody by 31st of March 1997 to confirm this change.

Hoping you are well,

Ethel Woodwark

Junior Minister of Magical Minors

I laugh as I finish the letter, joy and relief overflowing from my body. Tears threaten to spill over onto my cheeks as I read the words again and agin, confirming that I understand them and the best is true. The realization sets in and I burst from my room, searching the common room for Harry. When I don’t see him, I look at my watch and realize he must still be in his anti-dementor lesson with Lupin. I leave the Common Room again, nearly sprinting through the halls to find my brother.

“Harry!” I yell, bursting through the classroom door, startling Harry and Lupin who are standing in the center of the room.

“Mia! What’s wrong?” Harry asks, searching my face for signs of fear or anger.

“Nothing! For once, everything is happening exactly as we want it to,” I laugh, holding out the letter for him to read. He takes the parchment from me, his green eyes scanning the words quickly and a smile growing on his face.

“Is this real?” Harry asks, looking back to me.

“We never have to go back there again. They can’t hurt us anymore,” I affirm, nodding as the tears return to my eyes. Harry’s face lights up and he slams into me, hugging me tightly.

“You did it, we’re free,” he says laughing in joy as the force of his hug causes me to stumble back slightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders, relief crashing down over us like a tidal wave at the thought of never having to live in fear of our aunt and uncle again. “Thank you,” Harry whispers to me.

“Anything for you, Haz,” I respond, pulling back to cup my brother’s head in my hand and meet his eyes. “I mean that.”

“Congratulations,” Lupin says with a sad smile from behind us. Lupin and I have barely spoken in the last month other than about classwork; my eyes meet his and I nod with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I respond quietly, releasing Harry from my grip. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lesson, but I figured-”

“It's quite alright,” Lupin says, holding up a hand, “Good news should never wait.” I smile appreciatively at the man and turn back to Harry to see joy in his eyes I have not seen in far too long, a lightness in my chest I’ve not felt in a long time.

a/n; fuck the dursleys they’re outta here. anyyyway hope you guys enjoyed this please feel free to comment thoughts i love hearing it and thank u for reading!!

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