Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Ill

Summary:

(name omitted) asked:

For the 100th post special can you do write a scenario where Judar and his daughter are sick and his S/O does heir best to take care of both of their needs ((I imagine Judar being really needy and constantly asking for something, same goes for his daughter)). I love your blog and Judar was my first anime crush. Seeing a blog like this made me super happy knowing someone loved my emo Magi just as much as I did. Anyway, I love your work and please continue to write.

Rating - 'E'

Judar groaned out loudly in discomfort from his place under the covers, his entire body aching. He had been extremely sick for a few days now, trapped in the confines of his room with nothing to do but lay there and suffer. In truth, he had just a cold with a fever that wasn't too severe, but being the overdramatic person he was, he couldn't help but to feel like he was dying. Forcing his eyes open, he squinted against the dim light of the room, looking around. He had just woken up from a very uncomfortable nap, and he was feeling a bit dizzy.

Behind him, he heard a small, high pitched groan that mimicked his own. Rolling over to lay on his back, he looked beside him to see his young daughter, being just as dramatic as he was. She had fallen sick shorty after he had, and Judar couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that he had gotten her stick. She flopped her arms out on either side of her, exchanging exhausted glances with him. "Daddy, I'm thirsty." Judar nodded, reaching up to rub his eyes. "Me too, kiddo. Babe!" He called as loud as his hoarse voice would allow him, hoping his lover could hear him.

Sure enough, she came into the room within a few minutes, worried expression on her face. "Yes, are you okay?" Judar let his arm fall back onto the bed, looking up at her. "We need water." Both he and his daughter spoke in perfect unison, both in the same pathetic, dramatic whiny tone of voice. Unable to help a small giggle at their request, she walked over to a bowl that had water in it. "You two are a little ridiculous." Judar glowered at his lover as he watched her, forcing his aching muscles to sit up as he sniffed, attempting to clear up his congested nose.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He took the wooden cup his lover handed to him, looking down at the cool water inside. He began to drink as he daughter sat up, getting assistance from her mother in drinking from her own cup. As he finished, he gave a small wince from the pain in his throat, the water doing little to help it. "Ugh... This is awful." He looked down at his lover, watching as she gently stroked their daughter's hair to calm her.

"My poor babies..." She spoke softly, and Judar could feel his face flush at her referring to him that way. He gave a hoarse chuckle as he lied back down. "Babies, huh?" His lover stood as she took the cup from him, placing it on a table beside the bed. Walking over to a larger bowl of water, she dipped two cloths, allowing them to soak. After ringing out the excess water, she came back to the bed, sitting beside him. "Well, she's a baby. You're just being dramatic." She gently moved Judar's hair out of his face as he huffed, placing the folded-up cloth on his forehead. "I am not being dramatic. You're just being mean."

His lover smiled down at him as she stroked his hair gently, the feeling of the cool cloth and her touch instantly soothing him. "Just relax. You're fever is lower today." Judar cracked a weary smile at her, feeling sleep tugging at him again already. "Yeah? Sweet." They both gave a small jump as their daughter sneezed loudly beside them, prompting her mother to quickly move over and help wipe the snot from her face. "Goodness, baby." She placed the cool cloth on her forehead as well. The child sniffed, wiggling uncomfortably under the covers. "I want to be better, mommy."

"Yeah, me too." Judar said with a huff. "I hate this."

"Don't worry, you'll both be better soon." His lover stood, beginning to leave the room again. Judar frowned, watching her go. "No, wait!" She stopped and turned around, a bit of annoyance peeking through her patient demeanor. "What is it?" Judar glanced around, trying to think of a reason to get her to stay with them. "Uh... Can you fix my pillow for me?" His daughter sat up a bit, catching onto his ruse. "I'm cold mommy, can I have more blankets?"

Narrowing her eyes at them, Judar's lover stayed in the doorway for a moment before turning to come back to them.

"You just want me to stay, don't you?"

In unison, "Maybe."