tags: polyamorous relationship, wholesome fluff, protective girlfriends, meeting the schnee's
no matter how protective you are of your two girlfriends, be prepared for them to be even more protective when it comes to introducing you to their family!
you know that they didn't have the best family life and you want to protect their happiness that they gained for themselves, but while you feel protective of them, they too want to protect you!
weiss and winter know you'll inevitably have to meet their family, but they make sure that their father doesn't say anything about or to you! they'll have your back when it comes to him!
overall there's a mutual protectiveness in the relationship! you all want the best for each other and will fight for each other to help each other gain the happiness you deserve!
both girls are very affectionate but in their own way! winter prefers casual intimacy, like holding hands, or something more private, like cuddling, while weiss loves to show you off and kiss you in public or cling to you!
weiss and winter prefer to split their time with you, so that on some days you go out with weiss, while other days winter gets to have you. they aren't fully opposed to activities as a trio, but they prefer their alone time with you!
➳ request: Hello. I love your work. I was wondering if you could do team rwby, winter, raven and neo catching their male s/o crossdressing. You can make the s/o gender neutral if you prefer it that way and you don't have to do all the characters if you don't want to. Thank you in advance if you accept this request.
Qrow can't believe his eyes when you finally reveal to him, after almost half a year of dating, that you're magical. And not just magical, but a fairy! That really was the creature of legends, so much so that he thought it was just that: fiction!
He, of course, asks you to take him flying. By that, though, he means fly with him since it turned out he had a few magical secrets of his own. You were shocked to find out he had a spell cast on him as a young boy, by his late guardian. It was meant to protect him, but magic like that came at a very high cost..
Qrow constantly worries his bad luck will rub off on you, but since revealing you're a fairy, his anxieties seemed to be more at ease.
If the stories were true, fairies had luck that was neither good nor bad. It simply just was. This meant any impact of his spell was either nullified, or the bad luck was irritating at best. Like the time he got caught in a robin's nest on a flight out with you.
He finds your shrinking ability adorable and you are horrified when you see him working on something late at night only to realize just what it is.
It was a fairy house.
He asks you endlessly creative questions, the kind you didn't expect him to have. Like do you grant wishes? And do you have a magical home in the forest made of candy? And can you talk to butterflies? Are they scared of me?
His curiosity was endearing, if unexpected.
He totally let's you ride on his back when you're tiny.
In exchange, you let him fly with fairy dust. He was thrilled when you told him that one wasn't just a myth.
He's very grateful that you have healing abilities. It eases his worry about hurting you through his bad luck. He asks for a charm to counteract it, but unfortunately you're still learning and all you can provide is a vial of golden dust mixed with a crushed up clover plant. It wards off bad luck temporarily. You kiss his forehead when you tell him you'll work on it.
You say nothing about the tears in his eyes when you make such a promise.
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Winter thinks you're telling her a very bad joke at first. She only believes you when your wings fold out, glittering and delicate looking.
Then, she asks methodical questions. Ones digging into your reasoning for hiding this from her after dating a year (you both needed some time to warm up to each other before getting closer). You explain it was a matter of trust and protection.
She insists you don't need to protect her, unless whatever you're willing to fight is a real threat. Cleverly, she has you explaining the so-called threat. A large part of it is hiding the existence of fairies which she agrees to. She'd never want to see you taken from her, even if she is burning with curiosity.
Which also takes the forms of conducting several tasks for you to complete, studying the fairy dust you produce. It takes much prodding to get her to cover herself in it and fly. She asks a million times if it's really safe and you tell her you can always catch her if it runs out.
"Runs out!?" She asks the first time you go flying. You try to reassure her that would only happen if she rubbed it off herself, or let her doubts consume her. She demands you hold onto her in the sky, but that at least leads to a sweet, tender moment where you're suspended among the starry heavens and share a kiss.
She asks if you feel any different transferring your human sized mass to such a tiny body. She wonders how the transfer of activities like eating or working out effect you. You ask her why she doesn't think it's cute?
"It is," she says with a rare laugh, "I'm just wondering how much I need to watch you, when you're like this."
She tells you how much she needs to protect you, too.
She's quietly delighted by the magic you show her, the spells you cast, her favorite of which being snow falling from inside her bedroom. The snowflakes turn her lashes white for only a moment, but with her blue eyes closed, she looks almost asleep and peaceful.
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James is in disbelief and perhaps shock when you show him. Much like Winter, he needs proof along with your word, but never did he imagine you were joking. You'd been dating two years and he admittedly hates that you felt you couldn't share such an important, hidden part of your life with him, but he is understanding of the secrecy. If it meant you were both protected, he couldn't exactly argue.
A lot like Winter, James asks you the semantics of your abilities. He very badly wishes to test your fairy dust in a lab, but refrains out of respect. The last thing you needed were some crazed humans stealing you away from him. He did request taking personal notes and given his emphasis on security in his home and generally all areas of life, you agree.
The first time you catch a sketch of yourself, wings out, in his home office on his desk, you're touched. The detailing he captured looked so beautiful. Art was something James rarely dabbled in anymore after losing his right hand in the past, before he met you, but he learned to draw with his prosthetic and somewhat with his left hand.
It left his artwork more abstract than before, but the presses of pastels to paper looked prettier than a rainbow to you.
James asked you to demonstrate your abilities with him. Everything from making flowers bloom to talking with animals (he made a mental note to buy different chew toys for his dog next time he shopped), and his personal favorite, your shrinking ability.
He loved, and definitely encouraged, whenever you decided to ride on his shoulder, rest on his hand, or most adorably- in his opinion- in his shirt pocket.
He tells you one day it feels like he can protect better you this way, when you literally fit as the smaller version of yourself in the palm of his hand. In the metal one, with the soft magical glow of your wings, James never liked the silver of his hand better.
The first time you take him flying, he is positively vibrating the whole day leading up to it. You've never seen your giant boyfriend quite so enthused about something, well, other than normally spending time with you!
You take him high in the clouds, on a night where the full moon shines bright, and watch as his arms grip yours, smile broader than you'd seen it in weeks of tiring work and late nights, and he takes off with you. He's definitely a natural and he feels a pang in his chest when you tell him you can't believe he was born without wings.
The day James asks if your healing abilities could fix his hand, you hold him and kiss the top of his head. Old wounds like that, especially grievous ones, would never quite heal, even given a fairy's old magic.
He reassures you it's quite alright and you take him out to a beautiful meadow to lift his spirits, watching fireflies come out as the sun set, along with other magical creatures. Light dragons disguised as fireflies, butterflies that sparkled green and blue and pink, and even a flash of a white mane and a spiraling horn in-between the trees.
You gave him a vial of dust and crushed up lavender for the nightmares he sometimes had. He never divulged in details, but you knew it was of the time he lost his arm. Whether it was the event itself, or the hospital after, you didn't know. But you knew for a fact the vial would help.
Winter had never expected to fall in love with anyone, but somehow s/o managed to find his way into her heart.
S/o is a huntsman hailing from Vacuo, whom was asked by General Ironwood to work alongside Winter on a special assignment, to which he agreed.
“Hi, my name’s s/o! I hope we can work well together Winter.”
“I-It’s a pleasure to meet you s/o. I hope we do well together also.”
At their first meeting, Winter got a very alien feeling when she met him.
“W-what is going on with me? Why do I feel so…warm inside?”
She thinks to herself before shifting her full attention to the task she and s/o were given.
On the topic of their mission, Winter and s/o worked extremely well together, despite the differences in their personalities.
After its completion, they both report back to Ironwood before bidding each other farewell.
“Seems our job is done now. It’s been fun working with you Winter!”
“The feeling is mutual s/o. I hope to work with you again in the future.”
As s/o begins to leave, Winter does something that shocked even herself.
“W-wait s/o!”
“Hmm, what’s up Winter?”
“Would you like to exchange scroll numbers so we can keep in contact?”
“Sure!”
After they exchanged numbers, Winter watches s/o leave with a small hint of sadness in her eyes before snapping out of it.
“Ok, why am I acting like this? I have never been this way with anyone I’ve worked with before, so why is s/o any different?”
She mutters to herself before starting down at her scroll, unaware of the smile that’s slowly beginning to form on her face.
As time passed, Winter and s/o talked whenever they had free time, quickly developing a friendship between them.
That friendship soon started to develop into something more though, as Winter and s/o both realized they were falling in love with the person they considered their best friend.
S/o had very little trouble accepting his feelings, Winter however…
“Oh my Oum, why did this have to happen?! S/o is my closest friend, I can’t be thinking of him this way! S-surely this is just a crush, and these feelings will fade eventually right?”
Unfortunately for her, they did not.
The more time she spent with s/o, both talking to each other on their scrolls and in person, the more her feelings for him grew.
Scared of her feelings, Winter begins pushing s/o away and began interacting with him less and less until she practically started ghosting him, much to his confusion and hurt.
“Winter doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me. Did I do something wrong? I guess she just doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore, and I never got the chance to tell her how I feel….”
He sighs sadly before going to delete Winter’s contact from his scroll, but can’t bring himself to do it.
Winter isn’t doing much better, as she realized that distancing herself from s/o is hurting her too.
“I’m such a fool! S/o probably thinks I dislike him! Out of all the ways I could’ve handled this, I chose the most childish option! I need to make things right with him!”
Not wasting any time, she calls s/o and apologizes profusely, also telling him to meet with her tomorrow to discuss something important.
“Alright, tomorrow I will confess my feelings to him! No matter what the outcome is, this is what I need to do.”
She says to herself before getting ready for bed, not sure of what tomorrow will bring.
The next day, Winter meets s/o at a popular cafe in Atlas and prepares her confession.
“Firstly, I am so sorry for ignoring you s/o, it was wrong and completely immature of me. It doesn’t justify my actions, but the reason for my behavior is that I was scared.”
“Scared? Of what Winter?”
He asks as she looks at him and takes his hands into hers.
“My feelings for you. I realized a while ago that…I love you s/o.”
The young huntsman looks at her in shock for a moment before a smile forms on his face.
“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I love you too Winter.”
Winter’s heart skips a beat as she smiles back at s/o with a blush on her cheeks before the two share a short but passionate kiss, thus beginning their relationship.
Due to Winter never being in a relationship before, s/o had to be patient with her (much to her appreciation), not that he minded.
Affection tends to be little more than a hug and quick kiss on the cheek while in public, but when they’re alone, s/o and Winter are much more affectionate with each other.
Winter is incredibly touch starved, so she practically melts whenever her boyfriend showers her with love, and tries her absolute best to reciprocate it.
Jealousy is pretty much nonexistent because neither one of them are the jealous type.
Thought if someone openly flirted with their partner, that’s a different story.
S/o would cut in and wrap his arm around his girlfriend, letting the other person know that she is taken.
Winter would quickly appear the person flirting with s/o and passive aggressively tell them that he is her boyfriend and no one else’s, while also shooting that person a harsh glare.
Dates are difficult because of Winter’s service to the Atlas military, but she will make sure whatever time she can have with s/o is special.
Some time into the relationship, Winter brings s/o to meet her sister Weiss.
“It’s nice to meet you Weiss, your sister’s told me a lot about you.”
“Pleased to meet you too s/o. Thank you for being so good to my sister.”
Winter smiles in relief that the two people she loves the most are getting along.
Unfortunately later on, s/o had the displeasure of meeting his girlfriend’s father Jacque.
“You cannot be serious Winter! How could you be in a relationship with someone like him?!”
“And what exactly is wrong with s/o?! He’s the best man I’ve ever known, I’m not looking for your approval!”
“You are a Schnee! Dating someone who’s not in your league is an insult to the company! I will not allow this relationship to go on any further!”
“That’s where you are wrong father. I won’t be a Schnee for very much longer.”
Jacque glares at her with a raised eyebrow.
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
Winter smiled and showed off the beautiful ring on her finger.
“S/o proposed to me a few days ago, to which I happily said yes. You don’t have to worry about me tarnishing the Schnee name anymore father, because soon I will be a (your last name). Come s/o, it’s time for us to leave.”
She takes her fiancée’s hand and begins walking out of the room with him as s/o looks back at his livid future father-in-law.
“It was…..nice meeting you Mr. Schnee…”
S/o says awkwardly before leaving with his wife-to-be.
“I’m so sorry about him s/o.”
Winter says as she rubs her temples in annoyance.
“It’s fine. You told me this was going to happen anyway. I don’t care if he doesn’t like me, because all that matters is that I’m with you. I love you Winter.”
She smiles warmly and kisses her future husband.
“I love you too s/o.”
The two then share a loving embrace, with Winter thinking to herself how glad she is to have fallen in love with s/o all that time ago.
Going Down on Them feat. Weiss, Winter, Cinder & Pyrrha
Weiss Schnee
Oral is one of the parts of sex that Weiss enjoys the most. There's a deep intimacy to be found in it for her which only adds to the pleasure it brings her on its own.
She doesn't force you to go down on her, but doesn't make it a secret how much she enjoys it. Both in the moment and afterwards you are made well aware of how much she enjoys cunnilingus.
She keeps herself completely bare. She finds that shaving is the simplest and cleanest option that the both of you can be happy with for going down on her.
A small bit of teasing doesn't go amiss in the moment. Kisses on her thighs, taking your time to reach her cunt. Building the anticipation only makes things more sweet for her when she finally is given what she wants.
As soon as your tongue begins work she has her hand at her lips, trying to contain the loud expressions of pleasure that emanate from deep within her. She can't help it, she just loves being eaten out.
She'll lay on her back at the edge of the mattress and let you do as you please. She usually gives up trying to dampen her moans pretty quickly, the sounds dripping from her lips to encourage you further.
Her body trembles every time your tongue passes over her clit, the small bump sending waves through her. Her slick walls quiver at your touch, the juices brought forward from arousal leaking from her entrance.
Weiss doesn't have a whole lot of stamina, it doesn't take more for a couple of minutes of oral service for her to come onto your tongue and lips. Deep breaths bringing her chest up and down as she comes down from the intensity of her orgasm.
She likes to kiss you afterwards to show her affection and appreciation, even if her come is still covering your lips, she doesn't mind enough to stop her.
Winter Schnee
Winter has a stressful job that puts a lot of weight on her shoulders day in and day out. A lot of nights when she finally has the chance to retreat to your quarters she's stressed or tired. Sometimes, being able to take a moment to stop and maybe get eaten out is just what she needs.
She'll never say anything, but it isn't difficult to tell when she wants you to go down on her. She'll greet you before collapsing onto the bed, too exhausted to do anything else for the moment. Read into what she wants in the moment how you will, but going down on her is usually a pretty good answer.
She doesn't stop you when your fingers hook around the waistband of her underwear and pull them down her legs so that you can spread her thighs to get closer to her cunt.
Her let down hair spreads out beneath her as her tired body lets itself relax for the first time in what seems like an eternity. She groans unashamedly in relief, the tension in her body slowly releasing while your tongue spreads her open.
She keeps her pubic hair neatly trimmed and controlled, she isn't completely bare but you'll almost forget that there's any while you're tongue fucking her cunt.
Winter has a deep-seeded sense of pride even during intimate moments between the two of you, her vocal expressions are restrained and controlled. She doesn't speak while you eat her out, keeping herself to quiet sighs and breaths of pleasure.
Her typical exhaustion will in most cases have her leaving the work to you, she knows that you understand what she wants and she doesn't need to intervene to control you to reach a satisfying orgasm.
Winter's stamina is slightly above that of the average person but is by no means remarkable. One orgasm after a few minutes of attention from your tongue and fingers is enough to leave her content and far less stressed than she was beforehand whether she feels the desire for further physical intimacy or not.
Any thanks she gives you afterwards is short and simple, Winter isn't one to waste words. Still, the understanding between the two of you that she greatly appreciates the small effort to help her out after a long day remains ever present.
Pyrrha Nikos
Pyrrha, even some time into your relationship, feels awkward asking you to do something solely for her pleasure and therefore a lot of the times you go down on her will be reading in the moment what she wants.
She never stops you however, any time you sink to your knees to eat her out she happily accepts your affections with an a appreciative smile on her lips.
Whether she's sweaty and showering after a training session, already naked and anticipating in the throes of passion or just taking the rare chance to stay in bed for the morning with no responsibilities for the day, she'll always eagerly accept the chance to receive cunnilingus.
Pyrrha is quite laid back in shaving her pubic hair. She keeps it in control for the most part, but she is certainly not shaved bare either. Something about the sight of your lips pressed to her hairy cunt lights a fire inside of her. Whether the carpet matches the drapes is something I'll leave to your imagination.
No matter the position, she will have a hand on your head, fingers tangled through your hair as you eat her out. She doesn't want to control you, but the waves of heat coursing through her wave any inhibitions she may have about restraint.
She mewls and whines loudly through the entirety of your servicing. It brings a bright blush to her cheeks thinking about how shameless she must sound, but she wants to show you how much she enjoys your work and doesn't see the need to hide how she feels between the two of you.
Pyrrha's body is no less subtle in showing how she feels than her voice. Her hips buck whenever your tongue flicks over her clit, her liquid affection drips onto your tongue as it delves into her core and her body shakes as she draws ever closer to her orgasm.
Pyrrha often comes quite quickly. Despite her honed endurance as a fighter she doesn't have that much stamina for sex, the orgasm is enough to satisfy her if it stands alone, though she still has the energy to reach another during penetrative sex if it follows.
She will always thank you afterwards despite your insistence that she doesn't need to, she just feels bad if she doesn't. Please go down on her whenever you have the chance, she really quite enjoys and deserves it :).
Cinder Fall
In all parts of her life Cinder takes what she wants and that has always extended into your sex life. If she wants you to go down on her you will be going down on her, there is no question about it. You're her boyfriend/girlfriend after all, its your job to eat her out whenever she desires it.
Whether the two of you are already in the middle of a moment of intimacy or whether its completely unprompted apart from her deciding she wants it, her way of telling you what you are required to do for her is to push you onto your back.
Cinder more often that not sits on your face, the control it gives her over you gives her a power rush which only feeds her desires farther than they've already grown. In her more vulnerable hours, such as when she was debilitated after Beacon, there's more of an ability to let you be in control of the flow of things however.
Cinder does not shave her pubic hair. Maybe she'll give it some attention every now and then when it gets too out of hand but never is she bare. She does not take suggestions on this topic either, in her own words "get used to it".
She is very vocal while you eat her out. Not so much in sounds but in the river of expletives that come out of her lips. She talks the entire time she's atop you, muttering her praises of your efforts amidst all the "fuck"s coming forth.
Cinder doesn't tell you want she wants, she knows at this point that you understand her desires, additionally her sitting on your face gives her more agency in controlling the pleasure being given to her. She grinds her cunt over your mouth as she pleases, pulling herself up to let you take a moment is a rare luxury.
There is no impulse of self control inside of Cinder and she will work in conjunction with your tongue with her hip movements to orgasm as soon as she is able to. Her stamina is also quite impressive, often she will immediately keep the cunnilingus in motion for a second time if not switching the two of you into something else.
When she does come it is very noticeable, both in the trembling that runs through her body, the further streaming expletives flowing from her mouth and the aggressive, sudden rush of liquid that she releases atop your lips.
Cinder isn't really one to say thank you, firstly because her stamina usually means that your physical intimacy isn't over for the time being and because her ego holds her back from expressing genuine appreciation. Still, she tells you how beautiful you look beneath her with your tongue buried in her cunt and in her more vulnerable moments that she loves you.
Could you do a follow up to the Winter Schnee X Sick Reader fic
Sick Prt: II
Winter Schnee x She/Her Reader
A/N: Prt1 Winter’s turn to be sick. Hope you like reading it. Word Count: 1,728
It all started with a with a quiet sniffle.
(Y/n) had looked up from her desk when she heard the sound come from Winter, but the Specialist kept her head down, reading through the pile of documents on her desk. (Y/n) smiled warmly as the hard worker read on, admiring that hyper—focused expression she always loved to see.
Winter finished another paragraph before she felt (Y/n)’s eyes on her, she looked up from the report and smiled at her inquisitively.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” (Y/n) shook her head, then leaned forward, fingers laced beneath her cheek as her smile became a little more teasing, “Just thinking about how pretty you are when you’re focused.”
A very faint blush dusted Winter’s cheeks and she scoffed quietly before looking back down at her reports. “Then you had best not distract me for the good of both of us.”
“Oh, but that’s not an issue for me. I think you’re pretty all of the time, no matter what you’re doing.”
“(Y/n)…” Winter’s eyes narrowed and the rosiness in her cheeks grew just a tab more noticeable. “Not while we’re working.”
“We’re almost always working,” (Y/n) chuckled before going back to her sorting, “A little workplace flirting here or there wouldn’t hurt.”
A quiet sigh of acceptance fell from Winter’s lips. She then pursed said lips, and brought her eyes back down to her papers, however a small smile did manage to work its way into her face, unbidden. And then the room was quiet again, save for the occasional swipes and clicks of technology and the rustling of paper. That is, until the next sniffle, paired with the clearing of Winter’s throat.
“Are you alright?” (Y/n) asked, looking over at Winter once more, the woman’s cheeks still faintly pink from their last little chat.
“Perfectly fine. My throat is just a tad dry.”
“Can I get you some water?”
“That would be nice, thank you dear.”
(Y/n) was warmed by the term in endearment. Winter wasn’t to keen on indulging on such aspects of their relationship while working, or in public, but there were sometimes when she would slip up.
When (Y/n) returned with water bottle in hand, Winter was clearing her throat yet again, a mildly uncomfortable look upon her face as she did so. (Y/n) came up to her desk and placed the water in front of her girlfriend. Winter thanked her again, sounding just a tad hoarse. She only took a small sip of the water before wincing and putting the bottle down.
“You aren’t coming down with something, are you?” (Y/n) asked worriedly, placing the back of her hand against Winter’s forehead. She hadn’t time to gauge her temperature before Winter leaned away, sitting up even straighter than before.
“Of course not. It’s probably from disciplining those students that missed curfew yesterday.”
“Well that would explain the sore throat, but you’ve also been sniffling periodically.”
“I’m not sick, (Y/n). I never get sick.” Winter emphasized.
“If you say so….” (Y/n)’s hand followed Winter’s face, but she teasingly pinched her cheek this time around. “But I’m still going to get you some lemon honey tea and a couple lozenges from the nurse’s office.”
“I’ll be just fine, the water is plenty. I don’t need to be babied.” Winter spoke with certainty, lightly batting (Y/n)’s hand away from her face, but the hand soon returned with another as reinforcement, gently cupping either side of Winter’s face.
“I’m not babying you, I’m loving you on you.” She leaned in and quickly kissed Winter’s forehead before putting some distance between them, narrowly avoiding Winter’s flailing hands. “I’ll go get those throat aids now.” She sang with a mischievous grin, leaving the room once more as Winter called after her with a reprimanding tone. She chuckled under her breath and continued down the hall.
When she returned next, Winter was still pink, but (Y/n) suspected it was from something a little more substantial than being a bit shy around physical contact at work where anyone could happen upon them. When she heard the honk-like cough that bellowed from Winter near the end of the workday she new that this was shaping up to be more than a little sore throat.
But she knew better than to approach Winter about it this time, no, she knew Winter better than that. Even if it was true that she had never witnessed a sick Winter in all of the time that they had worked together and even now that they had been dating for quite awhile, just from those short interactions today alone, she knew that Winter would be awful at taking care of herself during a cold because of her stubbornness and harsh self-discipline.
But that didn’t mean (Y/n) was going to let her run herself ragged as usual, no. She was just going to have to abuse her assistant duties and cook up a little sabotage. She opened Winter’s schedule on her computer and got her scroll ready to make some calls. She had to rearrange a few things before tomorrow.
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When Winter awoke the next morning, it was because she couldn’t breathe out of her nose properly. She felt awful. A simple swallow sent her throat into needling protest, her head ached, her skin felt blisteringly hot. But what alarmed her the most was how bright it was outside her window. She never woke up later than sunrise, as per her routine. The position of the sun indicated that she had overslept by at least two or three hours.
“Oops. Meant to close the blinds in here.”
Winter turned her head toward the door, wincing because of her aching joints. She squinted against the light to see (Y/n) come into her bedroom with a tray in her hands, an array of objects on top of it.
“(Y/n) what time is it?” Winter asked hoarsely, trying to sit up in bed. “I must have overslept if you’ve come to get me.”
Once (Y/n) placed the tray on the bedside table, she gently pushed Winter back down on the bed.
“You don’t have to worry about what time it is because I’ve rescheduled all of your appointments for the next three days, more to follow if necessary.”
“What?!” Winter then succumbed to her worst coughing fit yet.
“Hey, easy sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine.” (Y/n) promised, smoothing over Winter’s bangs.
“Everything is not fine!” Winter rasped, “You’ve betrayed me!”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic.”
“But you did! I have important work to do, (Y/n). I can’t lay in bed all day!”
“But you will. I’ve thought of everything, Winter. I rescheduled meetings, filed paperwork, got substitutes for your classes at the academy, anything you could possibly think of that needed to be done, is taken care of.”
“Are you absolutely certain?”
(Y/n) gave Winter an incredulous stare and Winter retracted her question. Of course (Y/n) had it all figured out. She seemed to know Winter better than Winter even knew herself sometimes.
“Very well, you could have at least told me before hand instead of leaving me in the dark until now.”
“If I had told you before hand, it would not have worked because you, my dear, are stubborn. I would have never have gotten this far if you knew what I was planning.”
Winter closed her eyes and sighed, making a displeased expression that made (Y/n) chuckle.
“You be glad I’m on your side. All I’m doing is making sure you rest up so you can feel better soon. If I really wanted to, I could figure out how to plan a month long vacation away from all those pesky duties.”
“You’re evil…” Winter whined uncharacteristically, shuddering in her blanket cocoon.
“And you’re still dramatic.” (Y/n) leaned down to give Winter a kiss on her forehead. “Oh, you’re burning up. I’ll close the curtains and get you a cold pack. Then we’ll see if you can get some cough medicine down and we’ll wash it away with some warm, soothing tea.”
(Y/n) closed the curtains to block out the pesty sun and then began walking out of Winter’s room to get the cold pack from the freezer. Before she can completely leave, Winter calls out to her in a raspy voice.
“Thank you.” She whispered hoarsely.
(Y/n) turned back to her and smiled, “You’re welcome, dear.”
***
Once Winter fully embraced that she was sick and there was no way (Y/n) was going to let her do even the most menial task, she acted much needier. It was a side of Winter that only (Y/n) had the privilege of seeing. One might think such behavior to be annoying, but compared to how Winter normally carried herself, (Y/n) found it quite endearing and it wasn’t like Winter had been coddled when sick while growing up in the Schnee manor. Or coddled at all for that matter. (Y/n) was very happy knowing that Winter felt comfortable enough with her to let her see her in such a vulnerable state.
“(Y/n)?” Winter whimpered, breaking (Y/n)’s attention away from the book she was reading, sat in a chair beside Winter’s bed.
“Yes, dear?” She put her book down. “Want more tea?” She was already getting up from her chair when Winter reached out for her hand and weakly shook her head, tangled white hair becoming more mussed by the movement. (Y/n) smiled and clasps Winter’s hand between her own. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
Winter seems a little pensive, but ultimately asks, “Hold me? Put your hands against my forehead? They feel cooler than my face.”
“I could change out your cold pack if it isn’t cool enough anymore.”
“I just want you.” Winter whined quietly. “Please.”
“Okay, I’ve got you.”
(Y/n) maneuvered around the bed to join Winter, not getting under the hot layers of blanket, but draping one arm over Winter, the other propping her up as she swept Winter’s bangs away from her face, lightly pressing the back of her hand against her forehead, cheeks, and back of her neck interchangeably. She smiled fondly when Winter hummed contently and pulled the arm hugging her middle closer to herself.
Before long, Winter drifted to sleep, quiet, sniffle-y snores falling from her lips. (Y/n) hunkered down, planting a feather-light kiss against her temple.
“Sleep well, Winter,” She whispered, “get well soon.”
