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Almond Milk,
Matcha powder,
Vanilla syrup,
And honey
Mix it all together and boom Scaras daily tea thing.
Ajax wasn’t really sure what it was but if it made his precious happy it was good enough.
After putting the milk back in the fridge he made his way to the stairs where scara was tying his laces about to leave for work. Luckily today he only had some paperwork so it wasn’t like he was going to go into overtime so if all went well he would be back by around 3pm.
“Bye honey I’ll see you later”
“Mm yeah bye”
And so with a quick forehead kiss and wave goodbye Scara was gone.
Now, time to sit down, maybe have a quick tidy up and watch the good shows, the ones Scara wouldn’t be seen dead watching.
Being the great boyfriend he was he prioritised tidying before tv so he got to work doing a quick clean up.
However, what should've taken ten minutes to do took around two hours because everytime he went to put something a certain way his brain could only focus on scara panicking if he wouldn’t be able to find it so he ended up with the house looking the exact same as it always was. So yeah… two hours wasted but oh well he supposed it saved the hassle of having to calm down Scara if he did have a panic attack over the remote not being where it usually was or his meds being in the bathroom instead of the kitchen.
“Finally…”
Finally he could rest.
Finally he could watch some decent tv.
Finally no disruptions.
Yeah this was good.
Until the phone rang
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Scaramouches morning had gone pretty well if he could say so himself. For starters Childe had woken up early enough to see him leave and make him his favourite drink to go, all without messing up his routine.
However when he got to work he did start feeling a bit off. His stomach was cramping… fuck. If his period had started he was screwed. There were no pads in the men's restrooms so he would have to walk to the store which was nowhere near his building.
After a quick check in the bathroom he could confirm this was the case but cramps didn’t usually feel like this?
Besides, it was just some paperwork, nothing he couldn’t handle… right?
After about an hour however he started to feel something which definitely was not a period cramp.
Fuck he felt sick.
But he couldn’t be sick now, but he couldn’t leave either because that would draw attention to himself and what if he had leaked through his trousers and what if-
His thoughts were cut off by his coworker, Signora.
“You ok there kiddo? You look a bit pale”
Yeah well no shit Sherlock.
He obviously was always pale but what he was now looked akin to a sickly Victorian peasant. Not to mention his hands couldn’t stop shaking and his stomach was practically screaming.
“I’m fine now leave me alone”
He still wasn’t sure how that woman hadn’t slapped him for his constant rudeness towards her but he supposed he was grateful.
She looked over him with a very judgemental gaze then left.
Finally.
Only problem was within five minutes he regretted her leave because if he didn’t get out of this stuffy room in the next ten he was sure to either puke his guts up or some other way to get whatever was plaguing his stomach out of his system.
He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by a quiet voice and nearing footsteps.
“He’s in the office by there dotty, he’s clearly ill but he is refusing help, I think also he’s either got a fever or is panicking about something”
Dotty? Who the hell was Dotty?
Unless…
Oh fuck.
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The building his office was in had eleven floors, courtesy of his boss being a rich psycho, but hey it payed the bills so he could make working under her work well.
Perhaps if he jumped out of the window, the sixth floor window, he would either live with being paralysed which on the plus side meant he wouldn’t have to mask stimming ever again or on the even more positive side he would die and never have to deal with that mother fucker again.
As the footsteps grew closer and split into one pair he decided his window plan would have to do.
“As the resident doctor here I do not recommend jumping out of a window to avoid other problems dear balladeer”
“Fuck off im not ill”
“You’re shaking and you look like shit so get your ass into the infirmary now”
Oh yeah he should probably mention that the building had a full ass medical ward because of how many injuries he and his colleagues caused and received.
“ Kunikuzushi do not make me raise my voice”
“IM NOT LETTING YOU FUCKING TAKE ME THERE AGAIN”
The medical room and doctors office was hell to him.
Why?
It was too loud with all the beeping machines
The lights would fucking burn his eyes
The stench of chemicals would burn his nose and would hang on him for days
And most of all it was where he had to have his top surgery thanks to Childe stabbing him badly with a cheese knife in the chest at an office Christmas party.
That should have been good as it was free and he had to give it to the doctor a very good job but the fact he had called him numerous slurs afterwards and still did make him ever so uncomfortable.
There was also the incident.
He didn’t want to talk about the incident.
“You’re so fucking dramatic, are you coming or do I have to make you?”
Silence
“I don't get paid enough for this shit”
So with that he was tackled over the desk and slung across the doctors shoulder and carried into the lift.
Despite his literal tantrum, Dottore persisted in carrying him all the way.
He hoped he could kick him hard enough to paralyse him.
After being forced into a cot and literally strapped down Dottore began his taunting and “testing”.
“What the fuck is wrong with you ehhh? I’m trying to fucking help so act appreciate asshole”
An unconventional doctor and uncooperative patient never ended well.
The restraints weren’t helping his urge to stim though.
He was literally forced to stare up into a light and it was making him feel the need fo curl up and cry but not only could he not humiliate himself more in front of the doctor but he also literally couldn't.
“Please can you undo the restraints”
“Pfff and let you run off? No, I’ve got you where I want you so you’re gonna be a good boy and let me figure out what’s wrong with you”
“Nothings wrong I just have bad cramps”
“Yeah we’ve all heard that excuse”
“No, I'm being serious!!!”
Well…
“Open wide”
“I SAID OPEN WIDE”
Scara had zoned out by now.
That was until a hand grabbed his face and squeezed his nose so hard he had to open his mouth to breathe.
And then a finger was shoved in and the doctor went back to examining his specimen.
“Are you fucking crying? What the fuck is wrong with you you’re literally acting like a baby”
As expected no response except from a broken sob.
“Hmm looks like an allergic reaction, did you drink dairy again???”
“Probably, you’re too retarded to know the differences between milk”
Ok now despite all his efforts Scaramouche was well and truly having a meltdown.
He needed to do something with his hands through, all he could do was clench and scratch his palms so roughly he was scratching off his skin. He was holding his eyes so shut that he swore they were gonna pop out and fuck he felt so claustrophobic.
“Look, I can’t sedate you because then you might throw up and choke on it and die which would do us all a favour but then I’d get fired so grow up and stop being a stu-
Vomit.
Everywhere.
“… YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK WHAT YOUR STUPID ASS DID I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD SCARAMOUCHE IVE HAD IT WITH YOU”
He couldn’t even respond because he was sobbing to hard and his throat hurt and he was nonverbal.
He needed to ground himself but he physically couldn’t.
He quite frankly felt like he was going to die.
He wanted to die.
“Are you gonna answer me?”
“Hey can you even hear me??”
Slap
That worked at least
He finally had his attention
“What’s your phone password?”
Scara tried hard- as hard as he could with his arms still strapped down that was, to show the numbers.
Two fingers,
Ten fingers,
Seven fingers,
Two thousand,one hundred and seven?
Nope?
Two hundred and seventeen?
Still no?
Maybe a date?
20 07?
Twentieth of July?
Wait, that was the elevenths birthday, right?
Whatever, it didn’t matter.
“I’m gonna call whatever person you’re paying to call you more than once a week”
God he never thought Scara would actually get someone to date but then again it was probably some cheap whore.
Why would anyone else actually want him.
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Almost instantly the phone picked up.
“Hey Scara, is something wrong?”
Wait he knew that voice.
No it couldn’t be…
“CHILDE???”
“Oh Dottore its you! Wait it’s you??? What happened to Scaramouche, is he alright?”
“He’s fine just being a brat”
“Oh well can I talk to him then?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“He’s too busy being a fucking retard but you can come get him if you want, he’s in no mindset to be here currently”
Childe was speechless honestly.
Before he could even think of something to say, he was cut out of his thoughts by that voice again.
“Also Childe, I must say I never thought the Balladeer would manage to turn you into a fag too but even geniuses are wrong sometimes”
And with that the phone was cut out.
He would pay for that though.
That entitled asshole really did have his head up his ass.
No wonder Scara hated him.
Fuck scara…
He was probably having a meltdown or something but considering he was with Dottore… well it couldn’t mean anything good.
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Within ten minutes Childe was panting at the lab door and knocking furiously.
“Come in”
Before the door was fully open even he was met with the most rancid and acidic scent his nose had even been attacked with.
“Fucking hall what hap-“
Shit
He was met with the sight of his sobbing boyfriend, covered in what appeared to be his own puke and physically strapped to the bed like structure.
And the man who was supposed to be the doctor aiding him, sitting on his desk reading an old Snezhnayan classic.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?”
“Nothing”
“WHY DID YOU GO AND RESTRAIN HIM YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T DO THAT”
“He didn’t seem to mind, did you scara?”
As he thought, no response.
“See, no response, he’s perfectly happy”
“You fucking- just wait until I-“
“I’m your superior so you won’t be doing anything”
“Now fuck off im not too fond of you gays”
How Childe had managed to restrain from beating that man to a pulp he had no idea but he did get pulled out of his daydreams of violence towards the man by a small whimper from his boyfriend.
“Hey hey Kuni its me, I’m gonna get you out of here so just hang on for a minute”
“Ch-chi-ild”
“Shh it’s ok honey just rest up and I’ll get you back home safely”
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After about half an hour and a few puke breaks they managed to finally reach their apartment.
“It’s ok honey, no need to mask now you can let it all out”
“There’s a good boy, now let me take care of you”
“It’s ok my love you don’t need to be brave anymore, I’ve got you and I’m not leaving”
He could barely process anything at this point excpet the sweet nothings being whispered into his ear lovingly.
“Close your eyes honey I need to wash you”
The warm water on his scratched skin felt kind of stingy but the hands gently running through his hair and massaging in his favourite products definitely made up for that.
The sound of a pad being ripped from the packaging also wasn’t ideal for his more fragile state of mind but the way he was lovingly sat on his boyfriends lap as he tried to figure out how such a product worked was worth it.
The gentleness of the hands using the towel to dry him and his hair was so soothing he could fall asleep.
The gentle blows of hot air as his boyfriend tried to style his hair with the hairdryer made his heart melt.
He could say he was definitely enjoying this.
Especially when those calloused and work hands gently picked him up and wrapped him in his favourite blanket and tucked him in between his legs so he could rest his ear on childes chest and hear his heartbeat.
And then they gently put his headphones over his ears, cold flannel on his forehead and carded through his hair, that was perfection, to him at least.
Until he heard that goddamn unemotional voice.
He knew that pink haired mother fucker anywhere.
“Is that fucking saiki k?”
“Oh scara you’re verbal again!”
“That wasn’t my question but yes I am”
With that a cat climbed into his lap and practically autonomously he started to gently stroke her fur.
“Yes it is- I swear there was just nothing else to watch and wait no first let me help you, can I get you some water?”
“Can you make me some almond milk but the frothy and hot kind”
“Of course sweetie”
For the first time that afternoon he smiled and excitedly flapped is hands. He could finally stim again. Thank fuck. He always masked around people, even Childe for that matter but at this minute he couldn’t care less if he noticed and even if he did he knew he would take it well.
“Awee my little cutie looks excited, I’ll make it now honey”
Ok now that ruined it but the glare he threw Childe was enough for the ginger to get that.
Shortly after he was brought back the milk.
Taking a large sip and savouring it, he went to swallow and….
Fuck
“Holy archons Scara I just bathed you!!”
“What the fuck childe are you trying to kill me???”
“Huh no??”
“That’s literally normal milk”
“No it’s not”
“Show me the carton now”
With that childe quickly ran off to the kitchen and returned with a carton of what appeared to be milk with an image of a grain on the front.
“See it’s even got a almond picture on it”
“Childe… that’s the brand logo”
“Wait what???”
“It literally says full dairy”
“Oh I didn’t read it I just saw the picture and picked it up”
“So you’re telling me that I had to go through hell with Dottore today because you thought that a grain of wheat was an almond???”
“WAIT ITS NOT AN ALMOND”
“No you fucking dumbass, ugh you literally poisoned me what the fuck is wrong with you”
“Sorry Scaramouche, I really didn’t mean to I was just tired and I must’ve not read it fuck I’m such a shit person ughhh I’m so sorry I promise I will make it up to you if it’s the last thing I do”
“No wait I didn’t mean it to be rude I’m sorry- fuck I’m so sorry”
“It’s ok you don’t have to apologise, how about I get you a heat pack for your cramps and we can cuddle?”
“Sounds good to me”
Like always it was just him, Childe and the cat. Perfect.
Even if his stomach was ruining the vibe.
“I love you mouche”
“I love you too dumbass”
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