RPDR OneShots!✨

sick-bianca x adore

so essentially this is a sick fic thingy, tw for talk about throwing up and being ill in general, the prompt: "How many times have you thrown up? Are you pregnant? Just tell me what's happening!" in drag so femaleeee pronounss

So far the Season Six tour had been pretty uneventful. Aside from Magnolia having a small hissy fit over the music they were using and Vivacious falling off the stage during rehearsals in Chicago, it had all been okay. The queens were getting on well with eachother and even though they'd only been touring for a few days it was perfect. Michelle was hosting each night and she was able to keep everything under control.

"How you feeling bitch?" Bianca asked as she flopped down next to Adore, who was fixing her makeup. It was halfway through that night's show and Bianca had noticed that the younger queen had been pretty quiet during the other queen's performances, only speaking to Trinity once or twice. 

"Mhmmm I'm fine.." Adore mumbled as she set down her makeup brush and looked at Bianca next to her. The older queen noticed that Adore's eyes looked tired, the usual light gone. "Why?"

"Court mentioned you looked off, that's all." She wasn't lying, but it wasn't just Court that had said about it. Pretty much everyone else had, even Darienne, which had clearly flown over Adore's head.

"Is Adore okay?" Dela had questioned Bianca earlier as she stood beside her, waiting to go on stage for their next performance. "She 's been really off today and it's a bit odd."

"How would I know? The rotted whore doesn't tell me anything!" Bianca had replied harshly, however Dela had just made her worry even more about Adore.

"Oh right okay." Adore shrugged and stood up. "See you out there B." Adore smiled at the queen before walking off, wobbling a bit with each step she took. The older queen got up with a sigh, fixing her wig before going over to where Michelle was stood with some tech person. 

"Visage, can I talk to you for a sec?" Bianca met eyes with Michelle, who nodded at whoever she'd been talking to before.

"Yeah sure, hang on." She followed Bianca a few metres away. "What's up?"

"Keep an eye on Adore for me, please? I think she's not feeling the best but she won't accept it." Her voice softened slightly, something Michelle noticed. It was evident during filming of the show and after that Bianca really did care about Adore. She was probably the kindest to her, especially when cameras weren't rolling. 

"Sure. Dela said about it earlier too." Michelle nodded with a slight smile, before going back to where she had been previously. 

"Bianca?!" Bianca turned to see Trinity behind her, a worried expression on her face. "I think Adore needs you." 

"What's she done now, snapped the heel of her shoe?" Bianca joked, however her voice shook slightly. She let Trinity lead her through backstage, the pair weaving through the various pieces of equipment that littered the floor before they got to the bathroom. Faint sounds of someone being sick could be heard through the door, which concerned them both to the max.

"Adore? I have Bianca here." Trinity called as they entered the room. "You okay?"

"Go away I'm fine." Adore mumbled quietly, barely audible.

"Adore what's going on?! How many times have you thrown up? Are you pregnant? Just tell us what's happening!" Bianca said, her voice slightly shrill.

"She can't be- Nevermind." Trinity walked forward and knocked on the cubicle door. "Adore?" The door opened and Adore stumbled out, face pale and makeup smudged. "Did you eat something or?"

"Last night." Adore muttered as she attempted to reapply her lipstick, but failing to do so. "Can I have help?"

"You're not going back out there Delano." Bianca sighed, however she took back the lipstick and applied it on Adore. "You're going back to the hotel with me." 

"But the show." Adore started, looking between the pair.

"Nope. You're ill." Bianca cut her off. "You coming T?" 

"I have to go on in a min, but I'm sure someone else can come help. I'll ask." Trinity rubbed Adore's arm gently and went off in search of another queen to help them back.

"Michelle won't be happy about this." Adore said softly, leaning against Bianca. 

"She understands, she's concerned and so has everyone else." As she finished speaking, Joslyn walked in, in full drag and clearly had just come off stage.

"Hey ladies." Joslyn grinned. "Trinity asked if I could come and help take Adore back to the hotel, that okay?"

"That's great." As Joslyn walked with them out the theatre into the cold night air, she grabbed her coat and put it on Adore. "Here bitch."

"You'll be cold!" Adore protested.

"It's fine, you're the ill one here not me."

808 words. a little short but there ya go!