Seduce Me one shot book

💚As long as you want me here💚

So, Aron is an OC I made, but she's really just me with a different name and some versions of her have a magical twist on her background. Here, she's me. I found out I likely have another condition, and after struggling with health for years, it's still hard. Each new problem, especially in a world designed for able bodied people, feels like an extra burden to carry. I'm grateful that I've been able to find out as early as I did, but that doesn't make it easy. I honestly wrote this to cope.

Set as if Aron didn't say I love him when Diana came. I plan to make many of these until Aron or Sam actually confess that they love each other, because the servant ending gives me the ick.

Trigger warning for angst related to health issues.

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Aron sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed and slouched over as she stared out of the window absentmindedly. She'd just been to the doctor and had just received another life altering diagnosis. She couldn't catch a break, one issue after another. Would she ever just be healthy?

"You alright?" Sam asked, glancing at her. "You haven't said anything since the appointment. Did something happen?"

Aron shrugged. "Nothing unusual." she said. She wasn't entirely lying. Developing new issues had become a regular occurrence for her, and it was at least once a year that she was seeking out a new specialist. Why had that become her normal?

The car ride was silent, but she could feel Sam's gaze on her. She knew he was concerned, but his pity wouldn't fix anything. She looked over and smiled at him. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem." he said, shrugging as we pulled into the front yard. "Are you sure everythings alright?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Aron nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good."

They got inside and Aron immediately went to her room. Thankfully Damien was with Erik at work, so he wouldn't hear her. She didn't want to give him a headache from the volume of her thoughts. She changed into some dark blue spandex shorts and a large gray hoodie. She walked over to her full length mirror and frowned at her reflection, which looked like a ghost of herself.

Her stomach was bloated, accompanied with deep eyebags from the lack of sleep she was getting thanks to cramping and insomnia. Her dark purple hair was oily, but she didn't have the energy to shower tonight. She groaned and climbed in her bed, pulling her fluffy blanket over her as she curled over herself and played some music on her phone.

She wasn't sure when she'd started crying, but before she knew it she was shoving her face into her pillow, trying to muffle her sobs. Why couldn't she have been normal? Why does her body always have to hurt? She wanted to make a life for herself, wanted to build a career, but now she couldn't even bring herself to get out of bed.

Every part of her ached, and it wasn't only because of the countless health problems she'd been diagnosed with.

A knock on her door caught her attention, and immediately she wiped her face and held back anymore sobs. She tried to be quiet, hoping to give the illusion she'd fallen asleep with music played.

"Doofus, can I come in?" Sam asked, his tone concerned and hesitant.

Aron didn't answer at first, but she knew his presence would comfort her. She turned on her phone and paused the music before walking to the door. She wiped her face in an attempt to hide that she'd been crying, but her pale skin was bright pink and her eyes were puffy and wet with tears. Anyone who looked at her would know that she wasn't okay.

Still, when she opened the door to Sam, she smiled softly at him. "What's up?" She asked, feeling her chin wobble.

Sam's eyebrows were furrowed and his shoulders were stiff. But as he took in her appearance, his gaze softened. "Hey..." he said, his tone gentle. "You wanna talk about it?"

Aron's immediate thought was, if I wanted to talk about it, I wouldn't be hiding in my room. But Sam was trying to be helpful, and he didn't do anything to her to deserve an attitude. Instead she shrugged. "I'll be fine, it's just..." she tried to speak, but her voice began to break.

Sam gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and the pressure was light enough to bring her into his arms. She immediately sobbed against his chest, gripping his vest with her hands tightly. Sam stared down at her, his frown deepening as he wrapped his arms around her.

Slowly, he led them to her bed. He sat against her headboard, letting her cry against him. When she finally began to calm down, she looked up at him and frowned. "I'm sorry." she said, rubbing her eyes aggressively.

He lightly squeezed the arm around her waist. "Don't apologize..." he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Do I need to go beat someone's ass?" he asked in utmost seriousness.

She giggled, making Sam smile. Her frown returned quickly though. "It's just a lot right now." she started, sitting up to curl over herself as she spoke.

"The doctor said I have a hormonal disorder, because apparently the shit that's already wrong with me wasn't enough." she said, her tone more defeated than angry.

He frowned as he looked at her. "Is there anything they can use to treat it?"

Aron merely shrugged. "Yeah, but it isn't gonna go away."

She looked at him and smiled, but her eyes held exhaustion. "It's fine, I mean, crying isn't going to fix it either." she said, wiping her face.

Sam nodded. "Do you want me to run you a bath or something?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'm good...do you wanna watch a movie with me?" she asked, picking up the remote from her nightstand.

"Um...sure," he said, shooting her that goofy grin that always made her heart flip in her chest.

Eventually, they watched the movie and cuddled up together. Aron could feel the pull of exhaustion, but she fought it to spend a bit more time with Sam. "Hey...thanks for coming to check on me. I appreciate it."

He lightly squeezed his arms around her. "No problem..." he said, blushing. "Let me know if there's anything we can do to help, alright? Even if we can't fix it, you shouldn't have to be in pain or whatever. I'm sure that even if we can't fix it, we can help the pain. Maybe the treatment will help too." he mused.

She snuggled closer to him, sighing. "Maybe...thanks."

He smiled softly. "I said it's no problem, Doofus."

She grinned up at him, blushing. "I know, but...you being here helped."

Sam turned bright red, but grinned back at her. He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer, pressing her head under his chin. "Then I'll stay as long as you want me here."

She yawned, her eyes growing heavy and the sleepiness being too strong to ignore. She felt Sam pull a blanket over them before whispering softly. "Goodnight, Doofus."

"Night. Sam." she said before drifting to sleep.