mmmmore fanfic of ur Healthcare au that is also soft sky stuff bc u needed something soft earlier today. I know it's probably going to happen differently when/if you ever write the part about Sky's recovery after the bleeding out thing but this was just me wanting to give u some warm fuzzies with ur boys (u can fully keep this as a private lil thing for urself if u want too)
Wind and Sky were shivering together; bundled up under the pile of scratchy medic blankets.
"It takes a bit to get used to holding your hands this way, but you've got a good start."
Sky yawned and let his cheek rest on top of Wind's gull's nest of hair. The teen's fever warmed Sky's face, and if he were a bit more coherent and less woozy he'd be more concerned.
"And now I do that half-double-crocher whatever again?" Wind rasped.
Sky nodded and watched the boy's hands work the yarn back and forth. Undo a piece here and there to try again or to tighten up a loose spot.
Wars shook his head from the chair he sat a guardian's post from at the foot of the cot the two insisted on squishing into.
Sky yawned again, feeling a tug at his stitches. His eyes were too heavy to follow Wind's hands anymore beyond the fact they were also steadily slowing as exhaustion started to hit them both.
The pilot blinked awake. It took his head a moment to stop swimming and catch up with up with world. He stretched, carefully avoiding pulling too much at either stitches or IV.
"Hmm, wasit Wind?"
"Look-" Wind was interrupted by a short fot of coughing Sky patted his back through, "look! Wars finished the socks for you. You can wear them now!"
And so he did. Sky blinked at the misshapen, clashing striped pair of crocheted socks on his lap. He could see where the stitches changed from Wind's carefully guided, albeit inconsistent, stitches into War's slightly more practiced ones. Sky felt his heart swell with warmth and he carefully held them in trembling hands.
"I thought we were making these for you?"
"Nah, you need 'em more. You're cold all the time," Wind gave a cheeky smirk, "I only feel cold half the time, the other half I'm ready to lay on the tile floor."
He flopped back on top of the covers dramatically. Sky noticed for the first time Wind was down to his undershirt and pajama pants rolled up, with a cooling patch slapped on his forehead. He noticed War's was asleep in the chair at his side, rather than the foot of the bed, with his head knocked back and snoring softly in the dim light.
"Well," Sky yawned again, "I'll have to thank you two proper when we all can stay awake for more than twenty minutes at a time."
Wind snorted and messed up Sky's hair as the older man yanked on the freshly made socks before he snuggled down into the blankets with a shiver. Despite knowing he was cold, he still felt warm and fuzzy enough to sleep.
Awwwwww thank youuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ This was so sweet and soft and I love it so, so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Aahhhhhh
I really appreciate it, warm fuzzy feels with my boys ☺️❤️
mutual pining IS the best trope. no they’re not trying to move on, no they’re not brave enough to risk it, no they’re not trying to date other people, they don’t know they can have it but it’s okay if they can’t (but they CAN)
Iron Cage Mediaeval Corset by Entity Custom Works
Mastermind is the song version of that post that's like "yes babe you're so evil and twisted and manipulative now come back to bed"