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Jerza fic: Nightmares

Anyways. This short fic was inspired by this little bit from the anime because they’re totally a family. *sob* 

Nightmares          

 “Are you awake?” Erza whispered, twirling her fingers through Jellal’s hair. It was a hot, muggy night. Jellal had passed out hours ago, arms wrapped around her hips, head resting against her belly. She traced her finger down the scars across his bare back. “How are you even asleep?” She smiled as her husband’s grip around her tightened.

          “’m not,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the fabric of her shirt. “Too hot.”

          “It might be cooler if you let go,” Erza said, running her fingers through his hair again. He groaned.

          “Never.”

          “At least come closer,” she whispered. Jellal sat up, his hair a mess, his eyes shimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. He smiled. Erza shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss him. He sighed against her lips, brushing her red hair away from her eyes, and then kissed her again.

Then he groaned. “It’s too hot,” and flopped back over onto his side of the bed. Erza turned to tease him, but the moment she did there was a scream from across the hall.

“Wendy,” Jellal whispered, his eyes wide. He was out of bed before Erza could even respond. It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. Jellal yanked on his t-shirt and was striding across the hall before Erza even had time to react.

Since Erza and Jellal’s wedding, Erza had noticed Jellal was closer than ever to Wendy. She had, for some time now, thought of Wendy as her daughter. And Jellal, when Jellal and Erza had finally started dating, she knew he felt the same way. She almost smiled about it as she threw her blankets aside and pulled herself out of bed. Wendy could ask Jellal for anything and he’d give it to her. Such a pushover.

On the other side of the hall Wendy was still screaming: “He’s coming! He’s coming!” They were familiar words. Erza had heard her scream the same ones every night for weeks after Acnologia. Now… every so often the same nightmare came back. Erza’s heart hurt everytime she heard Wendy scream in her sleep. She saw some things… some things that no little girl should ever have to see. And then she paused in her doorway, clutching the doorframe till her knuckles turned white. No. She saw some things that no one should ever have to see.

Erza sighed, padding barefoot out into the hallway. Light streamed out from Wendy’s room, and she could hear soft murmuring. Jellal whispering over and over, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Erza could hear Wendy sobbing. She gently pushed the door open to see Jellal kneeling by Wendy’s bed. Wendy was still sitting on her mattress but was practically buried in Jellal’s arms—sobbing into his shirt—clutching at him like she still couldn’t quite believe that she was safe. Jellal glanced up at Erza, offering her a worried smile. It’s okay. She’s okay.

          She was calming down, her trembling slowly dying away, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Jellal looked bewildered.

          “What…?”

          “I wake you so much…” she whispered, pulling away from his embrace, rubbing away her tears with her hands. “And they’re just dreams.”

          “Wendy.” Erza said, sitting down next to her on her bed. “You’re right. They’re just dreams. But you should never apologize. Jellal and I, we have nightmares too. And we wake each other up. We’re there for each other. And we want to always be there for you—when you need us.”

          Wendy stared up at Erza for a long moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. “Promise?”

          “Of course,” Jellal frowned, “Always.” Wendy pulled them both into a hug.

          “Thank you.”

          “I have an idea,” Erza declared. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate. We’ll all have some together, and then lets try and get some sleep. This time we’ll have good dreams.”

          Wendy laughed a little, wiping the last evidence of tears away from her eyelashes. She beamed up at both of them as they stood. “Alright, can I help?”

          “Sure,” Erza smiled, pulling her up to her feet. “You find the hot chocolate mix. I’ll heat up the water. Deal?”

          “Deal.”

I REQUEST MORE OF THE FOUND FAMILY STUFF

Yes! More found family stuff for you! Love you, friendship! And I love this family so much!!! :D

Jerza + Wendy: Found Family

Father-Daughter Dance:

          “Now that we’re done with that job we can stay for the festival, right?” Wendy gasped, clasping her hands together. Around the three mages, the town was preparing for a big festival for the following day. Jellal glanced over at Erza who nodded with a small smile.

          “Well,” he said, scratching the back of his head as they moved on towards their little inn. “I don’t see why not.”

          “I heard they’ll have really good desserts,” Erza said, taking Jellal’s hand in hers. Jellal entwined their fingers offering her a smile.

          “I heard they have dancing!” Wendy beamed. Around them lights and garlands were being strung up. Tomorrow the town would look completely different. “And maybe I’ll find someone to talk to! My favorite part of jobs out of town is meeting new people. It’s always good to make new friends!” She skipped ahead of them. Erza leaned against Jellal’s arm.

          “Are you going to tell her?” She smiled.

          “Tell her what?” He sighed, “That I… I care about her like she was my own daughter?”

          “Yes,” Erza nodded. “Exactly that. You know I’ve said it. I think it’s your turn.”

          “You know I feel that way, but it’s not that easy. What if… what if she doesn’t feel that way at all? What if I’m just like some guy or…?”

          “Jellal,” Erza laughed. “I promise… you’re not just ‘some guy.’” Her expression softened, and Jellal leaned in close to brush a kiss to her lips. “You’re going to put it off again, aren’t you?” She smiled. He didn’t respond.

***

          “Ah! The lights are so pretty!” Wendy gasped. It was only sunset, but the streets were already brightly lit with all the decorative lights. Food stands and market stalls filled one street, games in another, and down in the square were dozens of dancers. It reminded her some of the festivals in Magnolia. There were some girls that looked about Wendy’s age at the edge of the suare where all the dancing was taking place. A live band was to the side, under the eaves of the old inn. Wendy made her way to where the girls stood. One was blonde, the other with dark red hair—which made Wendy think of Erza. As she approached, the blonde haired girl looked up.

          “You’re the wizard girl,” she said.

          “Yes!” Wendy beamed, “I’m Wen—”

          “We know,” the red haired girl shrugged, crossing her arms. “What kind of girl your age joins a wizard guild anyways?”

          “My mother says guilds are for drunk men and girls with nothing good to do.”

          “That’s not true!” Wendy gasped, “My guild is like family!”

          “Why?” The girl with blonde hair scoffed, “Don’t you have a real family?”

          A real family? Wendy’s heart dropped. Like… a mom and a dad? She wished she did have that. Grandeeney had always been like a mother to her, but she had been gone for a long time now and… A thought crossed Wendy’s mind. Erza. But she shook it away. “The guild is my family!” She protested.

          The girls laughed. “You’re an orphan? Did your parents abandon you?”

          “You weren’t good enough for them?!”

          Wendy felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why were they being so cruel?! The announcer near the musicians was announcing a new dance.

          “The father-daughter dance!” The blonde girl gasped, clapping her hands. “We should find our dads!”

          “The other girl glanced over at Wendy, “You should find yours too! Oh… wait…” she burst into giggles again, but her laughter was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice—dripping with rage—as someone stepped into view out of the corner of Wendy’s eyes.

          “Her father is right here.” Her eyes shot up to see him: Jellal! Her heart grew lighter as  he rested a hand on her shoulder. The mage looked furious, with such fire in his expression that the two girls stumbled backwards and then ran without so much as another question. “Wendy?” Jellal crouched down to meet her eyes, “Are you alright?”

          She nodded. What did he say? Had he said he was her father? It was just to get the girls to leave me alone.

          “I was just coming to find you when I heard the announcement,” he smiled a little, around them the music was starting again. “I was wondering if you… wanted to dance…” She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

          “Yes!” She smiled, beaming up at him. He gently pulled her out to the dance floor, holding both her hands. He spun her around once or twice and she found herself laughing, her tears finally gone. But before the dance had ended Jellal paused, letting out a sigh, his smile disappearing.

          “Wendy,” he said, letting out a deep sigh.

          “What’s wrong?”

          “I want you to know that…” he took in a breath, “I was serious about what I said to those girls.”

          “About…” she frowned, trying to process it. “About…?” She felt tears filling her eyes again. About being my father?

          “You’re… you’re like a daughter to me…” She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears. Jellal was completely bewildered. “I… I’m sorry… I overstepped…” Wendy threw her arms around his middle, sobbing into his coat.

          “No!” she gasped, hugging him as tight as she could. “I’ve never had a dad and… If I were to choose one, you would be it.” Jellal crouched down pulling her tight into his embrace. She clutched his coat. Beside them someone else stood, resting her hand gently on Jellal’s shoulder.

          “Is everything alright?” Erza whispered. Wendy glanced up, grabbing Erza’s hand and pulling her down so she could hug them both.

          “I just love my family,” she sobbed. “I love you both so much.”

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Parenting

Jean: *sighs, sitting on her table* Why is that most times I hear about a group causing ruckus near the city, you four are always involved?

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: *looking down in silence*

Diluc: I'm more interested to know how you managed to draw so many hilichurls and slimes to the sacred tree and blow them all up without damaging it.

Venti: that tree might be old, but it's a lot sturdier than it looks.

Amber: we were just farming some materials.

Lisa: and you really had to draw them so close to the tree to farm said materials?

Aether: that. . .wasn't part of the plan.

Diluc: it still doesn't change the fact that someone could've got seriously hurt in the ordeal.

Jean: not to mention the risk of damaging such a historical monument of mondstad, you all need to be more careful from now on.

Diluc: *nods*

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: we understand. . .sorry mom, sorry dad.

Jean: m-mom!?

Diluc: good thing you got it. you can go back to your adventure now, just remember to be careful.

Aether/Amber/Klee/Qiqi: sure thing! Thanks dad! *leaves*

Diluc: *sigh* these kids. . . .Jean? Why are you giving me that look?

Jean: *shocked* didn't you hear how they called us?

Diluc: i did, they called us mom and dad.

Jean: And you're going to act like that's something normal?

Venti: well, to be honest, you two are the only responsible adults around.

Lisa: and you're always looking after the youngsters, just like a husband and his wife looking after their kids.

Jean: *blushes* w-what!? B-but that's wrong! M-me and sir Diluc aren't-

Diluc: so what?

Jean: w-what?

Diluc: These people might be kids, but they've done a great job in helping us to deal with a lot of problems around here, including stormterror's case. So if they need guidance, the least we can do is guide them, even if what they need is parental guidance.

Jean: . . . .

Diluc: or are you going to say that the problem here is that you can't stand the idea of acting like a mother when i'm the father?

Jean: n-no, absolutely not sir, it's just that. . . *sighs* you're right, they all helped this nation a lot, and we should support them in return, and if what they need is parental support, i won't mind giving that to them.

Diluc: good.

Jean: *looking away, with a pink on her cheeks and a small smile* I don't have much experience with helping kids like that, but if sir Diluc is willing to be my. . ."husband" in this situation, i think we will be able to help them deal with any problem they have. . .that is, if you don't mind having me as your "wife" sir.

Diluc: of course, whatever works the best for them. Now if you excuse me, I have some business to take care of.

Jean: Of course, I also have some paperwork to finish.

Diluc: i'll take my leave then.

Venti: Wait for me, I could really use a glass of wine. See'ya ladies.

Diluc/Venti: *leave*

Jean: . . .

Lisa: . . .

Jean: . . .

Lisa: . . .i think they left.

Jean: *slams her face on the table*

Lisa: Jean?

Jean: *red* please tell me i didn't just call sir Diluc "my husband"?

Lisa: I'm mostly certain that you did.

Jean: *whines* Why did I say that? I feel so stupid right now. . .

Lisa: you're not stupid.

Jean: Of course I am, to say such embarrassing things to a superior. . .he must think i'm an idiot.

*outside the room*

Diluc: *sighs and facepalms*

Venti: soo. . .you have a wife now, huh?

Diluc: *red* . . .shut up.

Venti: i'm just saying that-

Diluc: if you keep talking i swear you'll never get another glass of wine in mondstad.

Venti: *zips his mouth* my lips are sealed.

Nothing much to say except I really like the whole contract/immortality thing Baizhu and Changsheng have going on

And maybe, maaayyybe, I ship them a little bit-

Mutual respect

Diluc: *carrying a sleeping jean on his back* . . .

Xiao: *carrying a sleeping ganyu on his back* . . .

Diluc: *looks at ganyu and back at xiao*

Xiao: *looks at jean and back at diluc*

Diluc: *reaches out his hand and nods*

Xiao: *shakes his hand and nods as well*

Diluc/Xiao: *walk away in oposite directions* . . .

Aether: . . . .what the hell just happened?

Diluc: [tapping fingers on table]

Kaeya: [taps fingers back furiously]

Lumine: ...what’s going on?

Jean: Morse code. They’re talking.

Diluc: --. .-. .- .--. . / .--- ..- .. -.-. . / .. ... / -... . - - . .-. / - .... .- -. / .-- .. -. .

Kaeya: [slams hands on table] YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Jerza fic: Nightmares

Anyways. This short fic was inspired by this little bit from the anime because they’re totally a family. *sob* 

Nightmares          

 “Are you awake?” Erza whispered, twirling her fingers through Jellal’s hair. It was a hot, muggy night. Jellal had passed out hours ago, arms wrapped around her hips, head resting against her belly. She traced her finger down the scars across his bare back. “How are you even asleep?” She smiled as her husband’s grip around her tightened.

          “’m not,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the fabric of her shirt. “Too hot.”

          “It might be cooler if you let go,” Erza said, running her fingers through his hair again. He groaned.

          “Never.”

          “At least come closer,” she whispered. Jellal sat up, his hair a mess, his eyes shimmering in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. He smiled. Erza shook her head and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to kiss him. He sighed against her lips, brushing her red hair away from her eyes, and then kissed her again.

Then he groaned. “It’s too hot,” and flopped back over onto his side of the bed. Erza turned to tease him, but the moment she did there was a scream from across the hall.

“Wendy,” Jellal whispered, his eyes wide. He was out of bed before Erza could even respond. It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. Jellal yanked on his t-shirt and was striding across the hall before Erza even had time to react.

Since Erza and Jellal’s wedding, Erza had noticed Jellal was closer than ever to Wendy. She had, for some time now, thought of Wendy as her daughter. And Jellal, when Jellal and Erza had finally started dating, she knew he felt the same way. She almost smiled about it as she threw her blankets aside and pulled herself out of bed. Wendy could ask Jellal for anything and he’d give it to her. Such a pushover.

On the other side of the hall Wendy was still screaming: “He’s coming! He’s coming!” They were familiar words. Erza had heard her scream the same ones every night for weeks after Acnologia. Now… every so often the same nightmare came back. Erza’s heart hurt everytime she heard Wendy scream in her sleep. She saw some things… some things that no little girl should ever have to see. And then she paused in her doorway, clutching the doorframe till her knuckles turned white. No. She saw some things that no one should ever have to see.

Erza sighed, padding barefoot out into the hallway. Light streamed out from Wendy’s room, and she could hear soft murmuring. Jellal whispering over and over, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Erza could hear Wendy sobbing. She gently pushed the door open to see Jellal kneeling by Wendy’s bed. Wendy was still sitting on her mattress but was practically buried in Jellal’s arms—sobbing into his shirt—clutching at him like she still couldn’t quite believe that she was safe. Jellal glanced up at Erza, offering her a worried smile. It’s okay. She’s okay.

          She was calming down, her trembling slowly dying away, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Jellal looked bewildered.

          “What…?”

          “I wake you so much…” she whispered, pulling away from his embrace, rubbing away her tears with her hands. “And they’re just dreams.”

          “Wendy.” Erza said, sitting down next to her on her bed. “You’re right. They’re just dreams. But you should never apologize. Jellal and I, we have nightmares too. And we wake each other up. We’re there for each other. And we want to always be there for you—when you need us.”

          Wendy stared up at Erza for a long moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. “Promise?”

          “Of course,” Jellal frowned, “Always.” Wendy pulled them both into a hug.

          “Thank you.”

          “I have an idea,” Erza declared. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate. We’ll all have some together, and then lets try and get some sleep. This time we’ll have good dreams.”

          Wendy laughed a little, wiping the last evidence of tears away from her eyelashes. She beamed up at both of them as they stood. “Alright, can I help?”

          “Sure,” Erza smiled, pulling her up to her feet. “You find the hot chocolate mix. I’ll heat up the water. Deal?”

          “Deal.”

Jerza + Wendy: Found-Family Fic

For @shadyhydrathesnekqueen​ !

I hope you feel better soon, dear! And I hope you enjoy this short little read! <3

Jerza + Wendy: Dad

          “Shh…” Erza laughed a little as Jellal leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Shh…! Don’t wake her up!” Wendy was fast asleep, pressed between the two of them on the couch, blanket wrapped snuggly around her shoulders, popcorn bowl set aside on the coffee table.

          “She fell asleep during the movie,” Jellal grinned, “I think she’s not going to wake up any time soon.”

          “It’s late,” Erza murmured. The TV was glowing in front of them, on the home screen for the film. “We should get her into bed.” Between them, Wendy jerked a little, as if she was dreaming. Erza paused, watching the girl closely. Another nightmare…? She glanced over at Jellal, their eyes met. She could see he was worried as well. Wendy had nightmares every so often. They were always bad. The girl between them let out a whimper—she was afraid. Her eyelids fluttering.

          “D-Da…!”

          “Wendy!” Erza whispered, “It’s just a dream, dear, wake up!”

          “Dad!” Wendy shuddered in her sleep, and then her voice rose to a scream. “Dad! Dad! N-no! Dad!”

“Wendy!” Jellal gently shook the girl’s shoulder, “Wake up! It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!”

          Wendy’s eyes fluttered open. She was only conscious enough to realize she was alright, realize she had been dreaming. “D-dad…” she mumbled, dropping into his arms, “You’re okay… you’re…” she was asleep again before either of them had time to ask her if she was alright.

For a moment the room was silent. Erza’s eyes met Jellal’s and her lips turned up in a bright smile. “Dad.” She mouthed.

Dad? Jellal glanced down at the girl in his arms. Do I… really deserve to be called that? Was she dreaming about someone else…?

***

          When Wendy woke up her body was sore. I had another nightmare. Her body was always sore after the bad ones. She felt guilty. That means Mom and Jellal had to deal with it. Her gut twisted in knots. She hated that. That she was such a burden to them. She hated her nightmares—how she could hardly remember them when she woke, only flashes, and how Erza and Jellal always remembered them and how she screamed for them.

          Those nightmares… they were always the same. She could always remember flashes—Acnologia…. And someone she loved being hurt—right in front of her. It made her feel sick. Just don’t think about it now. It’s over. She slipped out of bed, her muscles protesting, pulling on her warm knit sweater and slipping into slippers. It was early, she left her hair down, tiptoeing downstairs to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. She was hoping no one else would be awake, but Jellal was sitting at the table, reading a book and sipping tea. He glanced up when she stepped in.

          “Good morning,” he said, smiling a little. “Do you want some tea?” She nodded once, and he got up to grab a mug, filling it with the warm drink and setting it in front of the chair next to his. “Come sit down.” She padded over to the table, pulling out the chair and dropping down to sit next to him. The tea was hot, so she wrapped her hands around the ceramic mug to warm them, and let the steam warm her face.

          “Thank you,” she said softly.

          “You’re welcome,” Jellal responded. There was a pause, before he said, “Wendy, there’s something I want to ask you.” Wendy glanced up at him to meet his eyes. “Do you… want to call me ‘Dad’?”

          Her eyes widened, and she glanced down at her hands. Why is he…? Suddenly she remembered waking up the night before, screaming for him—screaming Dad.

          “I… If you… I mean, if you… if you’re…”

          Jellal laughed a little, reaching out to pull her into a gentle hug. “I’d like that, if that’s what you want.” Wendy felt tears sting the corners of her eyes, as she gripped Jellal’s shirt and held him tight.

          “Yes!” She whispered. It made her heart warm. I have a mom and dad. She smiled, holding Jellal close. I have a mom and a dad.  

Follow up (imma make this flexible): Jean (or Klee) gets deathly (just a word you can decide if actually) sick after a mission in DragonSpine and Diluc (or if Klee, Jean and Diluc) take care of her. Hope this works. I might ask for ChiLumi next...Love your work!

I'm just gonna say both Jean and Klee get sick... don't worry, they're okay :) here you go! [got a bit lazy to the end tbh.]

@luciana-scarlet

[[ Mild Injury/Sickness ]]

[[ Summary: After Jean put two and two together about the odd silence from Dragonspine and Klee, she dragged the girl down from the mountain... only to realize she had been affected by the cold, just as badly as she was, and was only just lucky enough to be saved...

Word Count: 1'771 ]]

When Jean didn't get word from Dragonspine for a week, she didn't think much of it.

When she didn't get word from Klee for a week, she got a little worried.

When she didn't get word from Klee OR Dragonspine for a fortnight?

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"I'm going to be gone for the next two days, Klee must've gone to see Albedo and... Well, you know what happens."

Kaeya was only amused.

"My, I didn't expect you to jump to conclusions like that... Oh well, I'll keep everyone alive while you're gone."

Jean had then taken the long walk to Dragonspine, bundled up and warm as can be, and as soon as she got to the camp at the base of the mountain...

"Oh, Albedo had brought that little girl up the mountain to... Actually, I don't know, something about 'Jumpty-Dumpty's, or something like that. He left this morning."

It had been noon, past noon by that point... did these people really not think about anything that wasn't right under their noses? Oh, oh... No, no, she shouldn't think like that. Dragonspine has always been a precarious settlement, a threat to everyone who came, but always holding memories of a forgotten past. Of course they were more interested in that than the Chief Alchemist and a little girl who liked following him around.

It wasn't exactly that she distrusted Albedo, but more than once he blacked out from not eating, he had stayed awake until he was 'seeing sound', and got incredibly confused when he could not feel, and his skin was paler than ever.

In the end, he didn't have the best understanding of human needs.

Jean immediately had found her way up the mountain, following the tracks not yet filled by the everfalling snow...

And it took hours, hours, of Jean searching, the cold seeping past her coat and to her flesh, deep into bones... if she never had to come to Dragonspine ever again, it'd be too soon.

She found Albedo, and Klee, who insisted on not wearing her coat because 'I'm not cold!' and Albedo, bless his foolish heart, didn't realize that was an issue. For being a genius, he was a bit of an idiot.

So she took Klee, and that was the last thing she remembered, only flashes as she continued onwards.

She remembered hearing someone concern over her, but she knew better, she needed to return to Mondstadt, the child heavy in her arms.

The distant smell of sweetness in the air.

The silhouette of a building she felt was familiar.

Being carried.

Being warm.

Being too.. damn... hot.

She found herself sweltering, as her vision began to adjust... In her arms, Klee was wearing a t-shirt that was far too large for her, Jean herself was wearing clothes that were incredibly soft and silky to the touch, but not hers.

Weakly, she pushed herself up, looking around the room. She couldn't recognize any of it, but it was all quite darkly colored, blacks and dark reds, everything pushed to the walls, even the bed was pushed to one wall, leaving much floor space.

Klee whined in her sleep as Jean completely sat up, pushing the blankets off of her in a fit- a fit! She... she felt so foolish, but it was so... so... hot...

She tore the shirt off, holding it in a fist as she tried to gasp for air, fanning herself with one hand, gods, she felt horrible... She was just on Dragonspine, why was she...

"Hypo... thermia..." She muttered, softly. She got hypothermia. As she looked over to Klee... she knew she had it, too... Of course she did, she declared she wasn't cold on Dragonspine, it must've been from freezing so much she couldn't understand hot and cold anymore. Moving her hand over to the child, she ran her hand along her arm... and then grabbed her wrist, pressing two fingers to the base of her palm...

A pulse. Well, of course she was alive, she was breathing well, but her pulse was weak.

Hypothermia, hypothermia, Archons forsaken Hypothermia!

She just wanted to make sure Klee was safe, and... oh, she felt horrible, but she almost wanted to blame Albedo... he didn't know better, he had no malicious intent, but... A cruel part of her mind just didn't want to understand that... sometimes things happened just by chance, not by anyone's fault.

The door to the room clicked, slowly beginning to open, and then was pushed open, and Jean held her breath in pure shock, arms covering her chest in panic, but--

Diluc.

He looked at her with surprise, and in his arms was her and Klee's clothes, folded neatly... likely cleaned.

"I..." He said, intellegently, but he didn't elaborate for a good moment, walking to a dresser to set the clothes on it, before he began to speak, as though the clothing in his arms affected his ability to think, "You were delirious." He said, "And weak," he walked over to Jean, resting the back of his hand on her forehead, "... Do you feel alright?"

Jean lowered her arms, she felt... bare, but alright.

"I feel hot." She admitted.

"You feel cold," He took his hand back, and shifted to sit on the bed near her, "You... and Klee, have hypothermia. I- Don't think it's too severe."

She sighed, and flopped back onto the bed, prompting Diluc to jump a little in surprise.

"I figured," Jean sighed, her head lolling to the side. Klee was still dead asleep, curled up, her feet wiggling in her sleep... she was probably dreaming of bombs and crisped fish and fire.

Diluc shifted for a moment on the bed, and took the liberty of grabbing the blankets and tossing them back on her, "I apologize for... changing you. Both of you. I figured it was the best thing I could do."

Jean was quiet for a moment.

"It's alright," she said, quietly, "I know you just wanted to take care of us."

There was a moment of silence, and Diluc sighed softly.

"... You scared me," he said, genuinely, "You weren't making any sense."

Jean, once again, sat up, "What?"

"You were tripping over yourself," he wouldn't look at her, just at his lap, "And when you spoke, it was... jibberish at best. Then you just... hit the ground, protecting Klee as you fell."

It seemed, even in her worst moments, she still knew to protect anyone and everyone.

"... I..." She swallowed thickly, but suddenly she felt the bed shift, and her entire form being jostled, everything... She almost wanted to think it went white, but truly, it was more like she skipped through time.

When she was back, it seemed it was only a few seconds. and Diluc was holding her tight, his face buried into her shoulder, and she was frozen... unsure, but she eventually found herself wrapping her arms around him, weakly relaxing without the energy to cling to him as tightly as he did to her, as though she would fall into the abyss and be consumed wholly if he let go.

"Don't," he warned, "Don't do that again. Don't scare me again." He said, with no small amount of fear and distress in his voice, how choked up it was... barely keeping himself from sobbing.

She held onto him a little tighter, but only for a moment, her arms went completely slack... she was so tired, she couldn't hug him at all. Suddenly, it all hit her, the world was so cold outside of Diluc, the cool air nipping at her bare flesh...

He let go of her, and gently lay her down to rest, "I... I think you and Klee should eat before going back to sleep. I thought some soup would be enough... warm you both and get some nutrition into you."

Jean looked down at Klee for a moment, "That... would be best." She muttered, and there was a moment of hesitation before Diluc stood,

"I was already in the process of making some," he said, "Wake Klee, please... I don't think she'd be happy to see me."

"Alright," she knew better than to press, Klee had always openly expressed that Diluc wasn't... exactly her favourite adult. He was odd, and 'scary'...

... Jean remembered when she and Diluc were young, and for some reason, he was absolutely terrifying. She understood now, it was just that the difference scared her. How funny it was...

As she gently began waking Klee, the girl, while awake, was not pleased to be awake, and whined until Diluc brought food, tossing a towel over her lap, then giving both a bowl. He sat in the other half of the bed, as though it was meant for him [Now that Jean thought about it... the room reminded her of Diluc to a great degree. Did he truly just tuck her and Klee into his own bed?]

It was quiet, and after Klee half choked while guzzling down her soup, she curled up beside Diluc, and quickly began to doze off, Diluc idly patting the top of her head.

"I should leave you two to sleep," he said, softly, "You've both had a long da-"

"Noooo..." Klee whined, "Warm, red man warm..." She nuzzled into Diluc's side, he only able to helplessly stare, and then he looked up at Jean, quietly echoing her,

"Red man?"

"Red hair," Jean explained, "I don't have any issue if you're alright with staying."

He never was very good at touching people, "Alright,"

He was so again- Wait, what?

Jean stared for a moment, opening her mouth to speak... But she just sighed and chuckled softly, shifting to lie down properly, "Come, I'm cold too... No amount of blankets can fulfil the warmth of another human body." She held her arms open for him, and he looked down at Klee, shifting her to Jean's arms, despite her sleepy protests, and Diluc lay back down, Jean pushing both of them to Diluc, squishing all three into a too-small space in a bed that could easily have enough space for all three to hog all the space they could ever want.

Diluc adjusted so she could rest her head on his arm, she pressing a brief kiss to his arm before resting her head on it, a sleepy smile on her face...

Maybe, maybe next time she had to go to Dragonspine, she could be a little bit selfish, and ask for him to warm her.

He had a nice bed.

He was good at cooking.

He was warm...

And he was a very good cuddler.

This is the first-ever official Medcember event, and I hope you join in!

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for medical-based whump fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) are welcome.

AI-Art or AI-Writings are NOT permitted.

SFW and NSFW are both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

Write as little or as much as you like! The choices are endless!

All entries that comply with these rules will be reblogged here during December!

If you have questions, please don't hesitate to send an ask!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Undiagnosed Chronic Illness

Septic Shock

Field Medicine

Sedation

Quarantine

Seizure

Transfusion

Rare Diseases

Life Support

Flare-Ups

Wound Care

Intensive Care Unit

Paralysis

Medical Error

Anaphlyaxis

Bedside Vigil

Organ Failure

Accident & Emergency

Recovery

Last Resort

Resuscitation

Goodbye

Chronic Illness

Stab Wound

Extended Stay

Smoke Inhalation

Gun Shot Wound

Road Traffic Accident

Crush Injury

Fight, Flight, or Freeze

Red & Blue Lights

Alt Prompts

Amputation

Coughing Up Blood

Frost Bite

Emergency Surgery

Head Injury

Invisible Disability