Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Sick [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Wednesday wasn't sure if she had ever been sick. She had a strong stomach that wasn't easily nudged by the most ghastly of stenches or sights. She had an immune system capable of keeping her healthy, even when her chicken was still alive and clucking while she ate it. She was never sick.

And yet, for some bizarre reason, she was hugging the loose seat of her toilet, one of her hands firmly grasping her lover's as she heaved.

"Ow!" Y/N yelped as the circulation was momentarily cut from his fingers. While one hand was occupied and currently in a meat vice, he used his other hand to keep Wednesday's silk raven braids from dropping into the sick infused toilet water.

He knew something was off when Wednesday asked him for help. She never asked for help even when she most needed it. So when he got her message, he wasted no time in rushing to her aid. He found her with her head already hovering over the toilet, covered head to toe in sickly sweat, wearing nothing but her pyjama bottoms and a vest and shivering like a cowering puppy. Y/N felt awful.

Wednesday felt embarrassed. She was scared. Much like her stomach lining, any form of bravery or grit seemed to have left her. She just wanted someone to comfort her while she was ill. Who better than Y/N? She was embarrassed... but ultimately she was thankful. When he called out for her, she called back. Just uttering his name made some of the fear dissipate.

He had rushed to her side, kneeling by her side and rubbing her back. It might've been the most soothing touch she had ever experienced. His calming words of reassurance were enough to stop the shaken tears.

She gagged once more, another onslaught of vomit leaving her gullet and another vice grip on his hand. Y/N winced at the sloshing sound and surprising strength of Wednesday's grip. "Well done, sweetheart..." He cooed softly, pressing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. "D'you think that's all of it?" He quietly asked.

She nodded her head gingerly and with laboured breaths as she lifted her head up. "My throat burns..." She breathed, using her free hand to wipe away at her leaking nose.

"I know." He said. "How about you take a shower and I'll get you some clean clothes and something to sooth your throat, hmm?" He suggested warmly.

She had no interest in disagreement. She straighted her weak knees as she stood, slowly nodding her head once more. She felt so vulnerable. She hated it- relying on someone else.

He also got to his feet. "I'll leave you to it, okay?" He told her gently, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Just shout me if you need me."

"Okay..." She whispered. "Just... Just don't leave. Please."

Y/N smiled a sad smile as he nodded. "I wouldn't dream of it." He told her before stepping out of the bathroom.

Her side of the dorm was a state, her covers throw off the bed, clothes slung on the floor. He sighed as he began to clean up, the near sound of water falling filling the otherwise quiet room. Once he had cleaned her room some, he set on getting her sone fresh pyjamas which wasn't too hard. He set them in a pile before taking them to the bathroom, careful not to catch a view of his lover as he set them down on the countertop, leaving as soon as he entered.

Lastly, getting her a drink. He noticed some of Eugene's honey on her desk and a metal flask filled with water. An idea came to mind. Being a magic user proficient at the elemental abilities, Y/N could heat the flask up as easily as just thinking about it. Sure enough, steam began to emit through the neck of the flask. He then popped open the jar of honey, pouring a healthy amount of it into the hot water.

He swirled the flask around in his hand to mix together the two ingredients. It was missing something though. His eyes lit up as he saw a long dead plant crawling up the wall of the room. He reached out his hand and the vines sprung to life with a lush green returning to a section of the shrub. A bright yellow bulb grew from one of the branches which he promptly picked as soon as he heard the water shut off. Seconds after he plucked the lemon, the newly revived section hardened once more, becoming dusty and dead.

He grabbed the pocket knife from under Wednesday's pillow before swiftly beheading the lemon, squeezing a whole half into the flask before sealing it once more.

As if on queue, Wednesday crept through the bathroom door, her hair wet, heavy and untied. Although she looked about as well as a carcass, he thought she still looked elegant. "How are you feeling, my love?" He asked tenderly.

"A little better." She told him.

"Well enough for me to leave?"

She blushed as she shook her head. "No."

He let a small grin grow. "It's a good job I don't mind staying then." He told her. She slowly approached him before wrapping her small arms around his midriff. Y/N cradled the back of her head before guiding her to her bed. She let go of him and sat in her bed, waiting for him to join her.

Before he did so, he grabbed her flask. Once he had it, he sat beside her, pulling the covers over them both. He handed her the flask. "Sip this but be careful, it's hot." He informed her.

Wednesday nodded and slumpped into his side. In return, he wrapped an arm around her waist. She unscrewed the cap of the flask and took a few sips.

"Any better?" He asked.

She nodded before resting her head against his shoulder. "Thank you, mi amor." She whispered. His thumb caressed the hook of her hip as she began to relax into his embrace.

It didn't take long for him to notice she was fighting off the arms of sleep, her heavy eyes drooping. He admired her grit but recognised she was fighting a battle she'd already lost. "Sleep, my love. I'll still be here when you wake up." He cooed, his warm voice as sweet as the honey and lemon, enough to lull her into a much needed rest.

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This one's a little icky but I think it is sweet. Apologies for any spelling mistakes, it was quite late when I wrote this :) enjoy!