#pet whump tw
With acknowledgements to @fairybean101 who helped me figure out how to write fluff.
This is a series, Masterlist here!
TWs: food, fever. Institutionalized slavery implied by the existence of Box Boys. This is almost entirely 2k of pure fluff.
It had been partly cloudy when they’d reached the college campus, but by the time they finally left the Liberal Arts and Lit building, it was starting to plop those warning raindrops that come ahead of a real downpour.
“Oh, crap!” Alice patted the sides of her wheelchair. “Of course it rains and I forgot to put my rain poncho back in the pockets! Argh!”
David stopped pushing the wheelchair for a moment and took off his jacket, draping it over her head and around her shoulders like a hood. “We’re still halfway across the campus from the car.”
“I can’t take your jacket, you’ll get wet!”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m washable. Can you hang on to the armrests? I… think we better run,” he said glancing over his shoulder at the oncoming rain falling in sheets.
This is a series! Masterlist here.
TW: chronic illness, Institutionalized slavery, fainting, dehumanization (real and joking), brainwashing
Alice hadn’t meant to. She really did not need looking after by an eager… “pet”. But she should have remembered her own body often didn’t leave her choices, and of course, it was only a matter of time before some stupid thing happened while he was around to see.
Masterlist for this series is here
no editing we die like men
TW: Chronic illness frustrations, fainting, food, institutionalized slavery.
Alice awoke in pain. It ached, everything ached like being hit by a bus. Her whole body felt like something had impacted all of her at once and left her behind as it roared on by. She swore under her breath. Meds. She had to take her meds before the day got too far along.
