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thelastwarriornun · 7 months

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24 for avatrice?

Bang. Bang.

Beatrice’s ears ring with it in the absence of Ava’s shouting, or the shrill clicks and shrieks of the clicker. Beatrice’s breaths are a loud rasping thing, only interrupted by the rhythmic wet tap, whether from the recently deceased clicker, or her own injuries Beatrice isn't sure.

It comes back in fragments. Ava, patrol, the creek trails, all very routine. Nothing Beatrice would consider even a challenge. They’d found broken glass, and a fresh trail of blood leading them into a local minimart. Unusual certainly, but they were experienced with this. The building was old, rot having set in from all the moisture, another commonality.

All very routine, until the floor had given way, wood shrieking and splitting as it collapsed, taking Ava with it. A gaping hole left in its stead. Beatrice remembers shouting, dropping onto her stomach with an outstretched hand as if she could undo the damage. She remembers sliding through the fractured wood, and dropping despite the height ignoring the ache in her knees.

It wasn’t until Beatrice had landed, taking in the dark room around her, that she heard it. The telltale clicks and shrieks of a clicker. Beatrice's hand barely finds her holster before it’s there just two feet from Ava, Ava who’s groans come with tightly closed eyes, still reeling from the world falling out from under her.

It was too close. Too close to take a shot without putting Ava at risk. Too close to do anything except shield Ava from the fevered snap of jaws. It was an easy choice to make. It was the only choice. It doesn’t make it any less painful, Beatrice throwing herself into the shambling form, as teeth tear and rip through her shoulder, taking flesh and fabric indiscriminately. Well this will be much harder to cover up with a chemical burn.

Beatrice somehow manages to find her pistol, pressing the barrel against the clicker's head. Well head was probably overly generous, whatever once resembled a skull had given way now to the fungus blooming into something bright orange and ovular shaped. Beatrice fires twice, two shots in quick succession that spray blood and flecks of fungus against the ceiling. They fall together, and the clicker makes for a terrible cushion, smelling of rot, and full of varying lumps, manifestations of the infection.

So Beatrice finds herself rolling off the infected, a groan on her lips as her back collides with cold tile, ears ringing. “Fuck.” It felt like an appropriate time for cursing.

“Beatrice.” Ava’s voice is faint, confused, likely still regaining her senses.

Beatrice finds that pushing herself upright is a losing game, her right hand useless between the painful ache in her muscles, and the slick sticky puddle of blood now coating the tile. Right then, laying will have to do.

“Beatrice!” More urgent now, and hands are on her. They’re gentle, as they pull Beatrice up, propping her against a nearby wall as Ava tries to fix something that can’t be mended. “This isn’t– it can't be– it’s from falling right? It didn’t bite you?”

Beatrice laughs, a wet sound, ignoring the waves of pain that echo from her shoulder. Even she can see the distinct rows of teeth now memorialized in the cut of her shoulder. “Ava listen to me.”

“Shut the fuck up Beatrice. Just give me a second to think.” Ava tears her flannel open, buttons scattering across the floor as Ava turns it into a bandage.

“That was one of my favorites.” Beatrice’s complaint is quiet, but Ava scowls all the same, tying the fabric in a tight knot against the open flesh, as Beatrice grits her teeth.

“Now you want to be funny. You’ve barely said a word to me this entire patrol. But now you can’t seem to shut up.” Ava’s tone is harsh but her hands are gentle as they grip onto the front of Beatrice’s t-shirt. “That should slow the bleeding. Maybe I can buy us some time. They won’t come looking for a few hours–”

“Ava stop.” Beatrice manages to catch Ava’s hands, hates the way they threaten to slip away between her own red stained fingers. Still Beatrice holds fast, and really this would be so much easier if the edges of her vision would stop blurring. “I have to tell you something, and I need you to promise me you won’t speak until I’ve finished.”

“Beatrice there isn’t time.” Ava protests, and Beatrice can see it’s a losing battle, understands it really. Even now Beatrice finds herself caught between this moment, and a dream, a time when Beatrice’s curses were interrupted with inappropriate laughter, and the rising swell of grief. We’ll lose our minds together.

It was so many years ago, and yet here Beatrice was. Once again watching love turn someone to insanity. Except this time Beatrice can stop it, can quell the rising tide, be the stormbreak she couldn’t before.

Beatrice’s good hand slides along the curve of Ava’s arm, finding its way to the knape of her neck. It catches there, fingers tangling in the hairs that have escaped Ava’s ponytail. It seems silly now, their fight earlier, thinly veiled jealousy rearing its ugly head in both of them, Ava jealous over a girl Beatrice hadn’t spoken to in weeks. Beatrice, already steeling herself for the next time Ava makes up with Michael. They’ve been doing this dance for years, too afraid to speak plainly lest it ruin this.

“Bea.” It escapes in a sob, Ava’s breath warm against Beatrice’s cheek.

Fingers press against the knape of Ava’s neck, and Beatrice closes her eyes, unwilling to see the rejection she might find, or even worse, a reflection of herself all those years ago. Ava’s lips are soft, gentle, as if Ava’s worried she might break her. But Beatrice has spent years damming her own want and desire, and the soft press of Ava’s lips is enough to send the whole of it crashing down. Beatrice’s fingers are no longer gentle, as she surges forward, as much as the press of Ava’s body will allow, nipping at Ava’s bottom lip.

Beatrice swallows a gasp against her lips, as Ava’s palms press flat against her chest, as if torn between returning the kiss, or pushing her away. Beatrice retreats, opening her eyes, expecting to find rejection. Instead Ava is afire, eyes wide, stuck somewhere between desire and grief, the two twisting together until Beatrice can hardly read the difference. Beatrice doesn’t make it far, only softens the press of her fingers against Ava’s neck when the tension of indecision seems to snap, and it’s Ava this time who closes the gap, molding their lips together.

Beatrice's head bumps painfully against the wall, but she’d do it a hundred more times to keep Ava’s lips against her own. Ava’s hands cup along each side of her face, thumbs brushing along her jaw. And fuck immunity, fuck dying, because Beatrice is sure that there’s nothing she wants more than to fade into oblivion like this, with the press of Ava’s lips against her own, and the thud of her own heartbeat filling her ears.

Ava’s hand slips down along her neck, and Beatrice hisses from between clenched teeth at the sharp wave of pain that rolls through her. But Beatrice doesn’t want to lose this, the starstruck look in Ava’s eyes, or the clench of her hands in Beatrice’s tattered shirt. So Beatrice smirks,” if I’d have known that would shut you up I would’ve tried that years ago.”

“You should’ve.” Ava doesn't miss a beat.

“Who’s being funny now?” Beatrice pauses sucking in a breath. The weight of years of secrecy, of hiding was a tough vow to break. Especially when so many people had paid the cost to keep it so.

“I don’t want you to die.” Ava’s voice is soft, tears glistening even in the dim light of the basement, and Beatrice hears it again, an echo of the past, I cannot watch you die. We’ll go together then.

“I’m not going to turn Ava.” Beatrice flips her arm displaying the fully healed tattoo on her arm, biting back a laugh when Ava scowls.

“Really? You want to show off your stupid tattoo now?”

“Not the tattoo, the burn. I’m immune, Ava.” It falls flat, and Beatrice presses a hand to Ava’s cheek forcing her to look at her before she can withdraw much. “I’m serious Ava. The only people who know are Mary, Shannon, and Suzanne. I was bit back in the QZ, that’s how I met Shannon and Mary. It was a long time ago, they were worried how people might react so that’s how I got the chemical burn. I’m going to be fine.”

It’s not much, a flicker of something, hope, in the softening lines of Ava’s face. “Swear to me.”

Beatrice doesn’t look away, simply brushes her thumb across the remaining trail of moisture along Ava’s cheek. “I swear. Assuming we make it out of this, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay then.” Ava glances around, frowning slightly as she straightens up, as if just now recognizing the gravity of the situation. Ava extends an arm to Beatrice, who takes it with a grimace allowing herself to be pulled upright. “Don’t think bleeding out will stop you from having to talk about that kiss.”

Beatrice laughs, ignoring the way the world seems to tilt beneath her as they look for an exit. Because of course Ava would take this in stride, and god Beatrice would do it again, throw herself into the jaws of a monster if it meant spending just another day with her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#This one got away from me but I had to end it before I needed to start a second tlou au #Casper I've given you everything you asked for and nothing I intended #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #otp: in this life or the next #warrior nun #asks #myfics #tlou au #fuck it it's going in the tag #fic: tlou au

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youmearepeaches · 1 year

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I have 4 levels of OTP ...

#i'm so sorry but i had to #i've never really made gifs before? so sorry if this sucks #number four is said screaming to your screen btw #i can't take these two out of my mind #i probably really have six levels of otp since the are u a pitcher and how many sinking boats have you been into are missing #lupe garcia #jess mccready #jesslupe #jess x lupe #a league of their own #aloto #aloto edit #alotogifs #wlwgif #anyway enjoy i guess #mygifs

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ariose-ghoul · 4 months

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we need an episode where lark and glenn FINALLY get the fucked up father-son interaction they deserve and i've decided it'll be called "lark! the herald angels sing"

#GLENN WAS THE ONE WHO TAUGHT LARK HOW TO DRIVE #AND WE HAVEN'T SEEN HARDLY ANY INTERACTION BETWEEN THEM #dndads #is there a word for a parental otp because thats me with them #also glenn with scary i think she should have her nice stepdad and her cool demon dad #said it before ill say it again #glenn could be the obnoxious girldad we all want if he had any sufficient interaction with scary #he would ADORE this kid i will die on this hill #DNDADS CREW IF YOU SEE THIS IM GIVING THIS IDEA AWAY 4 FREE unless u rly wanted to pay #(/SILLY /SILLY THIS IS A JOKE)#idk man i'm in a funk rn

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runefactorynonsense · 6 months

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Cozytober - Day 20 - Wreath

#Cozytober #Margot's RF Art #Rune Factory #RF #RF1 #This wasn't done before midnight but that's okay because it's done #When sick and tired it feels good to know I can still sketch the otp #[ don't worry I've already called off work tomorrow. I need 2 days to rest ]#So I've had this sketch since like September 28th but I side-eyed it thanks to you Runey Season folk and your setting up a festival thread #I added in a crooked sign in your honor #I would've had this done sooner but I had a little fun with the wreath and lamp post. That's more important #wishing good health and good days to all of you out there #Rune Factory Raguna #RF Raguna #Rune Factory Felicity #RF Felicity #RagunaxFelicity #I have tags to fillll or die tryinggggg #because it's literally me filling that tag

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inacatastrophicmind · 8 months

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I always read Destiel fics that have a happy ending or at least a bittersweet ending (as long as they end up together, of course), because I can't deal with the pain of Dean and Cas not ending together. But ever since SPN ended, reading Destiel fics in which they end up happy and together breaks my heart, because it hurts to know that in the show, they didn't get to have that. They deserved to get together and find happiness in a life built on their own terms, but they didn't. They took that away from them. And it breaks my heart to see that in so many universes they do get that life, but in the one where everything started, they didn't.

#personal #otp: i need you #i'm always emotional about them #but lately i've been mourning them harder than before #i love getting to see the life they could have had in fics #but it also hurts to know that they didn't get to have that #i know that in the end we took the story and made it our own #and we gave them the happiness they deserved #but it still hurts me to know that in their original universe they didn't

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 1 year

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Darlings!

#glee #lesbian quinn fabray #bisexual rachel berry #faberry #otp: you’re better than you know #this had been done before but idc #pride headcanons

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dylanconrique · 2 years

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follow up to this post: tamara’s the first one up and ready in the morning confused as to how quite it is in tim’s house, since usually either him or lucy are already up by now (tim insists on driving them around everywhere while rosalind's out). she tries calling for them cause they're all about to be late, but when that doesn’t work she starts looking around the kitchen and living room a little bit until she decides to lightly knock on tim’s bedroom door before letting herself in, only to find her parents still sleeping all snuggled up together like...

#*and this is icarly!#the rookie #the rookie season 5 #tamara collins #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #bradfordschen pointed out in a reblog that tim would leave his bed to the girls and she's 100% right #but i imagine his muscles start to feel sore after awhile #and lucy offers up to take his place... only that'd be weird with tamara #so tamara offers to sleep on the couch (cause let's face it it'd be less weird that way & neither tim or her are too fond of sharing a bed)#ONLY BOTH THSE FOOLS ARE SO TENSE THAT IT TAKES BOTH OF THEM HOURS TO FALL ASLEEP #(tim longer than lucy)#tamara being the sly devil that she is starts snapping a bunch of pics for evidence #she even takes a few selfies with them while they sleep before she pokes them both awake #they're just so tired after everything they've been through #they're both so comfortable in each other's arms it's the most peaceful sleep they've ever had so of course they overslept 😭😭😭😭😭#am i unhinged? yes. do i care? no. 😌

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pensbridgertons · 2 years

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@usergif back to cool event: challenge five ☆ growth

i’ll be watching over you guys from somewhere / i’m someplace... someplace where i’m happy

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lover-of-mine · 9 months

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No but reformed self diagnosed sex addict who's actually just a bisexual disaster that uses sex as a bad coping mechanism to have someone pay attention to him even if only temporarily falling in love with his demisexual best friend who craves the stability of a partnership like the one they have before anything else is actually yet another way Buck and Eddie complete each other's lifes and abandonment issues.

#i haven't posted a delusional 1 am thought in a while #actually is close to 2 #i was legit falling asleep and i had a:#omg buck spent a long time thinking hes only worth was in sex and with eddie and the whole concept of demisexuality #sex is not the goal #it's about everything else that makes Buck Buck before he gets to the sex part #and i was like oh thats a nice thought i need to share #so here #911 #buddie #buddie thoughts #otp: you don't need to pretend with me

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maddy-ferguson · 10 months

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El and Will's characters get nothing being in a relationship with Mike. Idk why milvns think El breaking up with Mike and being an independent character would be bad for her when it is like one of the best things that will happen to her character. She is so lucky.

i don't feel like arguing because i'm obviously not gonna convince you of anything but i just wanna say that even if mike was the great boyfriend people thought seasons 1 and 2 set him up to be el still should never have been with him when she was coming out of a year of isolation and twelve years of abuse in the lab. it's literally a horror story like mike being one of the people to socialize her and her main introduction to the outside world is so gross her first boyfriend taught her the concept of privacy like ewww👎👎 it's a good story though. just not in the way mlvns think. and it would be gross even if mike had gone on to sign all his letter love, mike. and mlvn breaking up being good for el isn't even about el being independent in a girlboss she's better off not having a boyfriend ever because girls being single is feminism way it's about her identity being so tied to her relationship with mike because, again, he's the first person she formed an emotional bond with when she got out of the lab where she was abused constantly, and about her growing out of that relationship and having a sense of identity outside of it. it's so insane that people call you a misogynist for suggesting that she should have had other experiences before getting a boyfriend and just go well you can grow as a person while being in a relationship as if el had a normal upbringing when six months into their relationship she didn't even know what she liked! she didn't even know she was allowed to like things!!! besides being a hater what was hopper doing bro

#like yes girls don't have to choose between having an identity and being in a relationship. your three-year-old sister says more is a #sentence that's used to describe el five days before mike kisses her and sets the tone for the next three years of her life. also she's 14 #this is a middle school relationship like #otp: i guess it's not #i said the girlboss no bf thing even though a girl not having to have a (male) love interest is still a big deal and el being single at all #at the end of the show mlvn being a bad relationship mike being gay aside would still be a wow thing but like ykwim. maybe #but like even if you hate women and don't enjoy the el not being defined by the male figures in her life (brenner hopper mike) thing the #kid who didn't know anything about the real world being asked to a dance and not knowing what that meant and being kissed by a boy she #thought would be her brother five seconds prior to being kissed is just insane. she didn't know about privacy and her future bf taught it #to her #yes i'm always bringing up the privacy thing. because it's the best example of how messed up it is #or would've been (well no. is) like mike is a normal and yk good person but it just shows how much influence he had on her and how much #power he had over her. well it's just bsy junior bpy #isn't it crazy that i have mike haters following me #ask

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theinfinitedivides · 8 months

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me seeing all of the MD discourse once again cursing out Gil Chae and calling her weak/a bitch for still turning down Jang Hyun's proposal before he left with the Crown Prince:

#tv: my dearest #my dearest #mbc my dearest #namgoong min #nam goong min #ahn eun jin #kdrama #local gay watches My Dearest (and is subsequently f*cked up).txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #i still haven't caught up but rn ik it's not as bad as everyone thinks it is. y'all asked for angst you got it why are you freaking tf out #pls. all i needed to know was that Ryang Eum was alive (he is). we can deal with the consequences of his actions later but guess what #people. do. dumb and stupid sh*t. pay for that sh*t. realize it wasn't a good idea. he probably realized that when sh*t went down #but ffs where are y'all's reading comprehension where did it go #she did what she had to do to survive. if it was ep 2!Gil Chae before the war (and minus Yeon Joon) if she had her eye on Jang Hyun #she would have thrown herself at him. f*ck the officer and f*ck everyone else that's her man!!!!!#we're in ep 10. she has been through hell and back. her priority rn is not romance her priority is providing for everyone else #tl;dr i will defend Gil Chae with my life. Ryang Eum is my son so i will also defend him but he needs some sense knocked into him #and hopefully a way to sort things out with Jang Hyun bc that. that will be the breakup that ruins me officially not our OTP #i came in expecting that as a possibility sksksksk #anyway RyangHyun fic coming soon-ish. at least it'll tide me over until October rip

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runefactorynonsense · 6 months

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Cozytober - Day 25 - Sunflowers

#Cozytober #Margot's RF Art #Rune Factory Frontier #RF Frontier #RFF #The internet isn't down today so I can submit at a normal time yay!!#I legit had a relaxing time painting this. I was starting to feel burned out yesterday- happens when you draw every day.#when some don't turn out like you liked. Happens with all art. Especially when you were ill while drawing some.#and you have to return to work after not being able to BREATHE. Physical burnout too.#But. Today.#Today I felt so relaxed and nice. Had nice social moments from across my life that helped kick burnout/self worth in the face #Especially when 3 different friends reach out- randomly- within a half hour of one another. As if they knew you needed it #Feels very nice to be reminded you're loved (and you out there- you are.)#And what else I love- Anette. A woman who loves early mornings and fruit after my own heart #If I'd played Frontier before discovering 1 Anette might be the other otp half. As it stands I just adore HER & love drawing her every year #Rune Factory Anette #RF Anette #While I had run out of prep sketches I can snag 2 or so from unfinished sketches from earlier this year for this week #Let's see if it helps--

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canongf-archive · 1 year

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having a little bit of a day so i'm imagining eddie grabbing my face and squishing my cheeks and kissing me over and over and over to make me all giggly and happy. and it's helping.

#and then he'd look me in the eyes and tell me that he's always there for me :''')#I'M OK!!!#i just have a lot going on this week!!!#had an orthodontist appointment today #i have jury duty tomorrow #which i'm a little anxious about because i've never done this before?#and my mom's pretty sick right now and i'm just worried about her #you know how it is #but i'm ok!!!#live #eddie.txt #otp: semi-charmed

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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How would Kerry take care Vax and/or Venus being sick?

(FUCKING TUMBLR HOLY SHIT IT GLITCHED AGAIN😭😭😭😭😭)

This was so cute to think about😭💖 I love Kerry taking care of his babies, I wrote this in two sections so we could get both💕💓

((Tw for Vomiting and the grossness that is being sick))

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Vax was stubborn as a bull when it came to being sick. He wanted to fight it rather than let it take it’s course, tried fighting to go to work. He was up at 4am throwing up, like hell Kerry was letting him go anywhere. V rushing to the bathroom still made him nervous, even after all these years. But now instead of a relic malfunction, his husband simply caught something from being in the gross underbelly of Night City.

“You aren’t goin’ anywhere, you’re burin’ up. And you’re still throwing up. I’ve already called Rogue and Claire-“ Vax groaned at that, then heaved, rolling over to the trashcan over the bed. Kerry just sighed and rubbed his back, vomit stopped grossing him out years ago between two kids and the ragers he’s seen the aftermath of.

“I ordered some groceries, all light things, Gatorade. Gotta keep you hydrated.” Kerry said softly, looking at Vax’s miserable face.

“‘M fuckin’ head is pounding…” he mumbled, his voice rough and not in the sexy way. He sounded awful.

Kerry frowned, and he knew it wasn’t Vax’s fault for his internal panic. But vomiting and a headache had been common occurrences with the relic. And it made Kerry’s chest tight seeing V so pale again. Sitting in the bathroom floor with him as an ungodly hour hit too close to home in his own opinion.

He needed to get rid of those thoughts. Vax was fine - Alive. That’s all that mattered now. He simply had a bug or something.

“Lemme go get the groceries, some painkillers and Gatorade will fix you right up.” He kissed his forehead before getting up, going downstairs to get the groceries from the elevator.

“Goddamnit V, the fuck are you doing?” Kerry swore, turning when he found his husband standing at the end of the stairs, in a hilariously inappropriate hoodie for this situation (the infamous ‘my next ride is your dad’ hoodie) and sweat pants.

“I don’t wanna stay in bed all day… the couch is closer to the bathroom and TV.” Vax had already disappeared behind the couch and dimmed the windows and lights before Kerry could argue. But he supposed it was fair.

The rest of the day was spent on the couch, making sure Vax stayed hydrated and comfortable. He even got him to keep down some broth Mama Welles suggested to get some nutrients in him. He kept it all down for the most part, and slept for most of the day. Even Nibbles came and laid on his chest, purring away while Kerry played with his hair.

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“You have got to come get Ven, like now.” Okay that was a scary way to start that V. But his nerves were eased when he said Venus was sick with a fever. Not the best but at least he wasn’t dying. Hopefully-

Getting to the Afterlife was no issue, people greeted him like normal, he smiled and rushed to the back to see Venus and Vax sitting in there. Vax was crouched in front of their partner on the couch, rubbing his head. He stood when he saw Kerry, earning a groan from Venus.

“He’s got a high fever, and he’s got a bit of a cough. I called Vik, said to try to cool him down just in case it’s his cyberdeck.” Vax said softly, the two looking over at the half asleep Merc on the couch.

“I got it, don’t worry. I’ve dealt with you and Henry and Johnny plenty in my life time. Go back to work and don’t worry about anything, okay?”

“I’m gonna worry, that’s kinda in my job description as your husband and his input.” Vax did kiss him though and pulled back to go back to work.

“Hey sweetheart…” Kerry crouched in front of Venus, the nomad groaned. He looked awful, and sounded worse. “Let’s get you home and cooled off.” He scooped Venus up bridal style and carried him out. They earned concerned looks from Venus’s coworkers, but it was serious biz when Kerry Eurodyne was carrying you out like this.

Getting Venus home and undressed was easy, Kerry got him into a pair of shorts and a hoodie. He looked up at Kerry, trying to get him to lay down. The rocker kissed his knee and stood.

“I gotta go get you some water and a cool rag okay? I’ll be right back.” Venus groaned, but laid down.

He wasn’t gone long, coming back to find goose bumps over Venus’s skin. He frowned when he complained he was cold, but sighed one relief when the cold rag was pressed again his hot skin.

Kerry covered him with a thin blanket and sat next to him, watching him drift to sleep. Venus was always a light sleeper, but now he was full on snoring. He looked like hell, and must’ve been exhausted.

Venus only woke up once while waiting for Vax to get home, and Kerry managed to get some water and cough medicine in him before he passed back out. He stayed with Venus the whole time, cuddling him when he wanted and pulling away when Venus mumbled in his sleep about being too hot. But he never left his side.

#I’m gonna fight tumblr #it’s glitched like twice writing these long ass things😭#vax’s section had been way longer before it happened #anyway #sick boooys and their lovely lover taking care of them💓💕#hope you enjoyed #otp: it’s you it’s me it’s us #asks

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