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write childe x reader
wher elike reader is sick ahoo GUESS WHO THIS IS ITS UR FAVEROITE MOOT
Are you... Sick?!
Ft. Childe aka tartaglia.
Cw : idk ooc ehm, stuff sick person do, reader a workaholic mf.
Sumarry : after being used to you taking care of him now its his turn to take care of you.
Reader's pronoun : They/Them
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It was a rainy and gloomy day, as you walked down the stone steps you could feel your head aching and your eyes getting even more blurry than ever. Crap did i caught a flu again?– is what you were saying since earlier, and what is even more worser is– what kind of sick person would walk themself home in the middle of the rain? Well, you of course.
Honestly, you were planning on to wait until the rain end but the aching on your head says otherwise, well you yourself doesn't want to be burden to your Co-worker right? Despite your friend and Co-Worker saying you should go home and take a rest, you insisted on working even later. And here you are, eyes puffy from how your eyes were watering, not from crying but from your flu of course, an aching head screaming for a rest, and also a tired body and mind.
And here you are, arriving on your shared house. As you opened the door, you walked yourself to the bathroom ignoring the splashing droplet of water from your wetted clothes, "I'll just.. clean it later." Said you while taking off your clothes and bathing yourself in a cold water, It would've been better if i bathe myself with a warm water– a word you diddn't even realize slipped off your mouth.
"Where is he.. why isn't he home yet" you said stepping off the stall and walked towards the table where your clothes sat ontop of the table. "Shit my towel, where is it?.. oh no i forgot to bring it here" nobody is home right? He's still not home yet– Opening up the bathroom door you walked yourself to your bedroom where your towel is stored, ugh i diddn't wipe my feet off and the floor is wet–
"(Na..–)" now, whose voice is this. "(Na–.. me!)" sounds like ajax, but from his yesterday letter it said that he will be home 2 more days right. Well.. ajax's–
"(Name)! There you are, Look what I–" not a liar right?.. oh my archon its him.
"Aaa, ajax don't look!" you screamed, your voice coming out raspy from how dry your throat were, "Oh wow, what a view." Ajax crossed his arm and laughed in amusement. Meanwhile you, were crouched down and hid your face in embarassment, "don't look.." there you are, crouching down in embarassment while your boyfriend is there laughing at you, "Cmon stand up don't be shy its not the first time i've seen you like this." He laughed.
"Hold on, let me get your towel." He said before running to your shared bedroom, that was embarassing... you muttered to yourself.
It wasn't that long till your boyfriend arrived with your towel, "here your towel." He said while rubbing your hair to dry it off, sniff.. sniffles you rubbed your nose.
"Are you okay?" Ajax tried to look at your hiding face, "lets.. dry yourself first, i don't want you to catch a cold." Too late im already sick– again you muttered to yourself and walked to the bedroom along with your boyfriend, "Sit here let me get your clothes." He walked to the wardrobe, "I was about to ask something, you're so quiet and.. you look sick" he said turning his head over, "Get out i'll dress myself." Your face were plastered with a visible scowl "but i wanna–.." "get out." "alright." Your boyfriend huffed in defeat and walked himself out of the bedroom.
Sigh.. my headache, its getting worser– You said whilst getting dressed, i should've listened to their protest don't i?– And now after being so stubborn about not wanting to take a rest you could feel how your body is giving up staying awake, you sat on your bed to avoid collapsing onto the floor and... making your boyfriend to worry even more.
Knock knock... "(name) are you finished? Can i come in?" Your boyfriend knocked on the door alerting you, "yea, come in Ajax." You said, when the door opened you could notice that Ajax was holding a tray of soup?..
"What's that ajax?" You peered over him with a curious gaze, "Its a soup i made with all my heart~" Ajax replied his face showing a genuine smile while he walked towards you, "since when did you make it? And how did i not notice." You asked, "Well i was home earlier than you, and since it was raining i was thinking, why not make a soup?" He said sitting beside you, "but then turns out you were sick." Ajax added, "So nice of you Ajax, thank you." You said while your hand reaches for the soup on his hand, but.. before you could even reach it, Ajax (softly) slapped your hand away.
"Nope! Im feeding you." Huh?! Did he just– "I insist, you're always doing this to me when im sick, so why can't i do the same hm?" He said while blowing his little fairy breath on the Spoon full of soup, "whatever ajax..." you opened your mouth, "there, is it good?" He asked and turned his gaze to you, "hm.. its.. Good! Its really good, what soup is this?" You swore your throat and stomach couldn't be much more better after eating the soup your boyfriend make, "This is a soup my mother used to make me when the weather is abit too cold back there in snezhnaya."
"You know this it what i hate when im not around–" there he goes on scolding you again, "you always overworked yourself don't you." You munched on the bits of meat on the soup, " y'know ajax, you overwork yourself when im not around too." Said you, "and how do you know–" "well that eyebags on your eyes explain it all." You pointed your fingers on the dark eyebags that sits under his eye, "Well.. ahem! Lets not talk about that."
"You know teucer was looking forward to meet you, and mother too well.. everyone did!" He said putting your now emptied bowl on the table beside your bed, "they're always like that don't they?" You giggled, "Yea yea.." he said while laying himself beside you, "You know you could get sick too right?" "I don't care, come scoot closer." You obeyed his word and scoots closer to him, "what are you trying to do.." you laid your head on his chest.
He stroked your hair and hummed a indeed familiar melody?.. oh, if you remembered correctly its a melody he hummed to you when you're having a bad day, his voice never fail to soothe your tired mind and with every hum coming out of his mouth, you find your gaze getting hazier and your body slowly realaxing, "sleep well and next time please don't overwork yourself (name).." he slipped a word, "mhm... you too.." you said before your vision completely darkening and your mind drifting to the dreamland.
You swore you could feel his lips on your head and an I love you slipping off his mouth.
Oh how lucky you are, having a boyfriend like him.
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Yoo its finished thanks my beloved drifty moots for this request, and funfact i write this when i was sick lmao. Anw enjoy