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[Fic:] Chapter 16 Morning hurdles
Title: Chapter 16 Morning hurdles
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.204
Notes:find part onelj, dw
many thanks and gratitude tothemightyflynn all the beta!
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hp_bunintheoven January prompt 1: bubbly
Summary: It was that kind of morning, and Blaise was not amused about it.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 16 Morning hurdles
The next morning, Blaise tumbled out of the bed and hurried into the bathroom as soon as the elves brought the trays with the food into the room. He wasn't even sure if it was the smell of the coffee - which he actually had planned to enjoy, damn it - or the smell of the tea. Why the elves even brought tea was beyond him, except that they did not approve of his coffee habits.
The gut wrenching was horrible, and he once again remembered why he preferred the pink potion so much more. It was not only that the taste of his own sick was absolutely disgusting, but more annoying was the horrible feeling of seasickness, as if the floor was moving beneath his feet. And all he could think about was that one night of deep sleep was not worth this sort of aggravation, or this undignified behaviour.
The cold flannel on his neck, and the steady presence right next to him did little to actually calm Blaise down.
"It is a mundane question, but how are you feeling?"
"Would never have picked you for the mundane sort of guy, really," Blaise bit back. How was he feeling? Horrible! As if a dragon had chewed on him and then spit him out, only to stomp on him.
"Blaise."
The tone was mostly unaffected, but Blaise had training reading Severus' moods, and there was a hint of impatience.
"Dizzy, and nauseous, and there is a stone in my stomach refusing to get out. Also something smells horrible, and I have the urge to give in to the dramatics and exclaim that this is going to be the worst day ever," Blaise answered, voice biting.
"I could do without the repeated performance, Blaise. Why did you fail to tell me again that something is not right? Might it have occurred to you that we might have to change the dosage and the formula of your potions?" Severus asked.
"In my abundance of hours which I don't waste on merely dealing with the fact that I am pregnant at all, I think about my potions and their recipes all the time. I think the blue one could do with a hint of lemon."
"Lemon would not only destroy the properties of the lavender, but also destroy the alkaline base of the potion," Severus said, throwing Blaise a stern look. "You know better than to say something so outrageous."
"Did it occur to you that I said that as a joke, and as a hint to leave me the-" Blaise started in on a tirade which he could not finish, as his gut choose that moment to empty itself some more.
"Why is it that you are unable to let me take care of you when it comes to this pregnancy?" Severus repeated himself, and started to rub Blaise's back.
Blaise loathed how good it felt, and the relief that flooded him for not being on his own in this situation. But then again, without Severus he would have stuck with the potion against morning sickness.
The question itself struck a different nerve in Blaise. Because, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was something that rang true.
They stayed silent until they left the bathroom. Blaise still felt a little rough around the edges but at least the need to vomit was gone. After a quick washup, they finally left the bathroom.
"Do you feel up for some tea, or would you prefer your coffee?" Severus asked, standing by the small table where the elves had laid out the breakfast.
"Water. Water and some liquorice wands, with mustard and the grass- flavoured beans," Blaise replied. And, though something inside him cringed at the mere thought of that combination, his belly whole heartily approved of the selection.
"A rather specific choice. Regrettably, I think your elves have not prepared for that. I can, however, offer you mustard on toast, with what I presume is strawberry jam?" Severus offered. Blaise, admittedly, was impressed by the nonchalance with which Severus could say such things.
"I will have that, then. Mustard sounds good." Blaise sighed, and waddled over to the other stuffed chair.
Severus put the prepared toast in front of Blaise and then took the other seat.
"I feel stupid. It's not that I know you are right, but there are boundaries. I know that better than anybody else," Blaise confessed with a heavy sigh.
To his surprise, it was Severus who voiced the concern that Blaise had been feeling for quite some time now, but was utterly unable to put into words.
"In this regard, Blaise, it will be impossible for us to keep up the old boundaries, for the mere reason that they were in place to force both our hands. These boundaries defined in what way we regarded one another and how we interact, but at the same time they also drew a clear line that made our arrangement easy for both of us. As we are now attempting to change the way we interact, we have to come to a new understanding of our relationship."
Blaise was impressed with Severus' abilityy to break down the mess between them in such simple words.
"No punishments in my rooms. I know this is weird coming from me, but it's... I am not able to deal with that in here. It’s simply not something I can work with," Blaise said, surprising himself, as he had not intended to talk about that.
"We can declare those rooms - "
"No, don't get me wrong. Having you there, having you take care of me..." Blaise interrupted Severus in his haste to explain himself. But, soon enough, the words were hard to come by. "It felt good to have you there, to give me what I need... it was nice. However, these have been my rooms since I can remember. It is just weird to me. And there are more than enough rooms," Blaise said, getting more flustered by the fact that he was unable to voice how and why things were the way they were.
But when his eyes met Severus', he had the feeling that at least Severus understood his reasons.
"What else?" Severus asked after a long moment of silence.
"I want to know what you expect from me. You said I can trust you and that you will be there. That really never was my concern. I just don't know what you expect from me. And the even bigger issue is how we face raising a child together. I can barely look after myself, you can't... I can't be responsible for the munchkin on my own," Blaise said.
This felt like cutting himself not only deeply, but ever so slowly. Maybe if they were normal, things would be easier. But they were not, so this wasn't. The main thing was that they had to make it work again, somehow. So that both of them got what they wanted.
"Do you remember when you went to visit your mother in Madrid?" Severus asked instead.
Blaise felt a flush creep on his cheeks, and reached for his water glass, draining it in one go.
Chapter 17: at lj | at dw
Author :
smirkingcatRating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.204
Notes:find part one
lj, dwmany thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn all the beta!used for
hp_bunintheoven January prompt 1: bubbly Summary: It was that kind of morning, and Blaise was not amused about it.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 16 Morning hurdles
The next morning, Blaise tumbled out of the bed and hurried into the bathroom as soon as the elves brought the trays with the food into the room. He wasn't even sure if it was the smell of the coffee - which he actually had planned to enjoy, damn it - or the smell of the tea. Why the elves even brought tea was beyond him, except that they did not approve of his coffee habits.
The gut wrenching was horrible, and he once again remembered why he preferred the pink potion so much more. It was not only that the taste of his own sick was absolutely disgusting, but more annoying was the horrible feeling of seasickness, as if the floor was moving beneath his feet. And all he could think about was that one night of deep sleep was not worth this sort of aggravation, or this undignified behaviour.
The cold flannel on his neck, and the steady presence right next to him did little to actually calm Blaise down.
"It is a mundane question, but how are you feeling?"
"Would never have picked you for the mundane sort of guy, really," Blaise bit back. How was he feeling? Horrible! As if a dragon had chewed on him and then spit him out, only to stomp on him.
"Blaise."
The tone was mostly unaffected, but Blaise had training reading Severus' moods, and there was a hint of impatience.
"Dizzy, and nauseous, and there is a stone in my stomach refusing to get out. Also something smells horrible, and I have the urge to give in to the dramatics and exclaim that this is going to be the worst day ever," Blaise answered, voice biting.
"I could do without the repeated performance, Blaise. Why did you fail to tell me again that something is not right? Might it have occurred to you that we might have to change the dosage and the formula of your potions?" Severus asked.
"In my abundance of hours which I don't waste on merely dealing with the fact that I am pregnant at all, I think about my potions and their recipes all the time. I think the blue one could do with a hint of lemon."
"Lemon would not only destroy the properties of the lavender, but also destroy the alkaline base of the potion," Severus said, throwing Blaise a stern look. "You know better than to say something so outrageous."
"Did it occur to you that I said that as a joke, and as a hint to leave me the-" Blaise started in on a tirade which he could not finish, as his gut choose that moment to empty itself some more.
"Why is it that you are unable to let me take care of you when it comes to this pregnancy?" Severus repeated himself, and started to rub Blaise's back.
Blaise loathed how good it felt, and the relief that flooded him for not being on his own in this situation. But then again, without Severus he would have stuck with the potion against morning sickness.
The question itself struck a different nerve in Blaise. Because, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was something that rang true.
They stayed silent until they left the bathroom. Blaise still felt a little rough around the edges but at least the need to vomit was gone. After a quick washup, they finally left the bathroom.
"Do you feel up for some tea, or would you prefer your coffee?" Severus asked, standing by the small table where the elves had laid out the breakfast.
"Water. Water and some liquorice wands, with mustard and the grass- flavoured beans," Blaise replied. And, though something inside him cringed at the mere thought of that combination, his belly whole heartily approved of the selection.
"A rather specific choice. Regrettably, I think your elves have not prepared for that. I can, however, offer you mustard on toast, with what I presume is strawberry jam?" Severus offered. Blaise, admittedly, was impressed by the nonchalance with which Severus could say such things.
"I will have that, then. Mustard sounds good." Blaise sighed, and waddled over to the other stuffed chair.
Severus put the prepared toast in front of Blaise and then took the other seat.
"I feel stupid. It's not that I know you are right, but there are boundaries. I know that better than anybody else," Blaise confessed with a heavy sigh.
To his surprise, it was Severus who voiced the concern that Blaise had been feeling for quite some time now, but was utterly unable to put into words.
"In this regard, Blaise, it will be impossible for us to keep up the old boundaries, for the mere reason that they were in place to force both our hands. These boundaries defined in what way we regarded one another and how we interact, but at the same time they also drew a clear line that made our arrangement easy for both of us. As we are now attempting to change the way we interact, we have to come to a new understanding of our relationship."
Blaise was impressed with Severus' abilityy to break down the mess between them in such simple words.
"No punishments in my rooms. I know this is weird coming from me, but it's... I am not able to deal with that in here. It’s simply not something I can work with," Blaise said, surprising himself, as he had not intended to talk about that.
"We can declare those rooms - "
"No, don't get me wrong. Having you there, having you take care of me..." Blaise interrupted Severus in his haste to explain himself. But, soon enough, the words were hard to come by. "It felt good to have you there, to give me what I need... it was nice. However, these have been my rooms since I can remember. It is just weird to me. And there are more than enough rooms," Blaise said, getting more flustered by the fact that he was unable to voice how and why things were the way they were.
But when his eyes met Severus', he had the feeling that at least Severus understood his reasons.
"What else?" Severus asked after a long moment of silence.
"I want to know what you expect from me. You said I can trust you and that you will be there. That really never was my concern. I just don't know what you expect from me. And the even bigger issue is how we face raising a child together. I can barely look after myself, you can't... I can't be responsible for the munchkin on my own," Blaise said.
This felt like cutting himself not only deeply, but ever so slowly. Maybe if they were normal, things would be easier. But they were not, so this wasn't. The main thing was that they had to make it work again, somehow. So that both of them got what they wanted.
"Do you remember when you went to visit your mother in Madrid?" Severus asked instead.
Blaise felt a flush creep on his cheeks, and reached for his water glass, draining it in one go.
Chapter 17: at lj | at dw