I'm in love with your banlaine one-shots. Mind doing the prompt, “You’re a terrible liar." for banlaine?
Too many nights Ban has started awake as she stumbledout of bed, flying to the chamber pot and getting sick until there’s nothingleft. Too many days she’s said with a weak smile, “I’m fine” and refusedanother meal, another snack, no matter how enticing, for fear of getting ill.
And now Elaine lies still in their bed as a fairyhealer examines her, so pale and feeble beneath the covers, it pains him tolook at her. He never should have let it get this bad, should have contactedKing the moment she started getting sick, should’ve hauled her tiny ass to a doctorno matter how many protests she made. Fairies don’t even get sick do they?Don’t they have some kind of natural immunity? And with his immortality thisweakness shouldn’t be possible.
A gentle squeeze to his fingers and his attentionzeros back in on her. Her delicate brow furrows, her sunshine eyes flickering concern.And that’s not fair. She’s already unwell. The last thing she needs is to worryabout him.
Ban’s lips pull up in his best imitation of a smileand he tucks her hair back with his free hand.
The healer– Hazel? Hale?– pulls back the sheets,continuing the physical examination. Elaine blushes, the strike of red almostalarming compared to the pallor of the rest of her.
But then Whoever sits up straight at the same timeElaine squeaks, “Oh!”
Their eyes meet and a silent message passes betweenthe two. And Ban is about to bust because no one is explaininganything! Damn fairies and their mind reading.
“But…are you sure?” Elaine’s question shakes. The healer gives a slow, serious nod.
“Elaine?” he asks, trying to keep the panic fromhis voice.
“Can you give us a moment?” she asks quickly. Thehealer shoots Ban a glare, but covers Elaine again and floats out, shutting thedoor softly behind her.
The blame in the healer’s eyes makes the weight inBan’s stomach settle as hard and heavy as iron. It must have been something hedid. Something he didn’t do. Some side effect of transferring his power.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leans over her.“Elaine,tell me what’s wrong. Please, I’m going crazy over here.”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, Ban.” Even as shespeaks, Elaine’s eyes fill to overflowing.
“Don’t do that! You’re so weak you can barely getout of bed and you’re sick all the time and I know that she told you why. Elaine,please! Don’t lie to me.”
Tears trailing down her cheeks, Elaine smiles sobrightly it knocks the breath out of his lungs, brings his terrified thoughtsto a screeching, baffled halt.
“Ban. I’m not lying. Nothing is wrong. In facteverything is so right and wonderful I can’t even believe it.” Her hands aredelicate against his cheeks, “Ban, we’re going to have a baby.”
His red eyes shoot wide, jaw falling slack.
“…What?” Asingle dazed word as he struggles to process.
“We’re goingto have a–.” Her words cut off with a delighted gasp as he gathers her up intohis arms, his mouth catching hers with almost frantic affection. He’s full of such joy, such relief that he bursts with it, laughing into her hair, peppering herface with kisses.
After, he lays her gently back atop the sheets,slides her dress up over her thighs, her hips, her ribs. And presses his lipstenderly to the soft skin of her belly.
Rather than lose her, Ban is going to have even more of Elaine to love.
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