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Just saying, this entire this is just fluff with no plot whatsoever.

Scenario: (based off a tumblr ask Max got) "Anna's sick with a cold and denying the fact that she should be resting. Farkas is trying to get her to sleep/rest/what people do when their sick. Hilarity insures at any degree. I love these dorks."

Max thought about trying to write third person but then commissioned me to write and they'll dictate via email and texts, as well as help with stuff. Welp, here's fluff!!!

"you can ask for help you know. I can only stand here for a limited amount of time, it's been ten minutes" Farkas sighs leaning one arm on the shelf next to him, watching Anna struggling to get dressed. "I'm fine. I don't need help. You can leave." Anna bites out. She can feel him looking at her, staring intently, doubting the fact. Anna looks up and the thought is confirmed, he's watching her eyes intently, a tired, slightly annoyed look on his face. Anna goes back to the task at hand. Okay, put one foot in the pant leg. She misses. She tries again, this would be much easier if everything weren't all hazy and spinning all over the place. "I should have worn a skirt, or just a dress with no leggings, or loser pants." Anna thinks to herself. "Anna, you sure you don't want help? I'll help you, it's kind of my job." Farkas says flicking a hair out of his face. "I do appreciate the thought. But it's unnecessary. Though if I were actually sick I'd say yes in a heartbeat." Anna says not looking up. Farkas frowns and stops leaning on the shelf. "Len. Your sick. For warning I'm this close to counting to three before scooping you up and putting you back to bed. Just saying." Farkas says with a smirk and a laugh, before turning serious again. Anna laughs "you can try. But remember your dealing with me here...and I have dragons." Farkas crosses his arms "and I have a twin, and a sword, and frost resistance." He retorts. "So?" Anna asks failing again to get dressed. Farkas shrugs "still. Worth it. Three-" he begins counting. Anna rolls her eyes and tries with the other foot, deciding to ignore him. "Two." Farkas says sternly. Anna moves her dress up a bit, and moves the hair that came out of her ponytail away from her face, and tries again, pointing her foot with some precision at the right pants leg. "one." Farkas says simply. "No don't!" Anna says  before Farkas is moving and picking her up lightly in his arms. Anna mutters a stream of curses and tries to squirm away, but his grip is strong, it's not the first time this has happened. He quickly goes up the stairs and makes a quick left then walks down the hall to their room. He walked over to the bed and laid her down gently after throwing the blanket back. He drew the covers up around her and sat at the end of the bed. She looked at him quizzically, and he smiled "rest." He whispered leaning forward and smoothing the hair out of her face, her skin felt hot to the touch. She lay her head on the pillow "will you tell me a story first?" She asked with a grin. Farkas laughs "fine. What story do you want it about?" He asked getting up and walking across the room to the bookshelf "let's see, we have A dance in Fire, The Lunar Lorkhan, hehe Reality and other Falsehoods." He laughed before continuing "A game of thrones, Lord of The Rings, The Lion The Witch and The Wardorobe, The Hobbit, and last but not least Sherlock Holmes...or perhaps if you prefer I could just make you up a story, I've done it before, I could do it again." Anna sits up crossing her legs and hugging the stuffed grey bunny that she has to her chest. "Last one. Make one up...please." She says. Farkas smiles gently sitting down next to her, she leans against his side. "Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a princess named Nimera. The princess was not like your usual prim and proper princess though, but she could be if she liked. No, Nimera preferred wearing trousers to dresses, archery to etiquette, and spending hours in the library, rather than having tea with the ladies in waiting. Her mother, the Queen spent her day ruling the kingdom, as The King had been killed in a hunting accident years ago. The queen, Lilya was her name, was a kind ruler, but also a shrewd negotiator and ruled the kingdom wisely..." Farkas continued on with his story, making up facts as he told, until eventually he felt a weight against him, and looked over to find Anna had indeed fallen asleep. He slipped his hands under her legs and gently moved her into his lap, one limp arm lay at her side, and the other against his chest, along with her head. He wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly. Then turns out the light and closes his eyes, letting sleep take them both.

I hope you enjoyed this fluff as much as I enjoyed writing it and Max freaked out adorably while reading. They are after all their OTP :)

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