In Sickness and In Health

a/n - thank you to @laylalayla20 for this idea!

this chapter is based before they got married :)

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Fairytale Green was not the only shade of green on Ella's body.

Her cute little button nose was currently stifled by a winter cold. Her face now accompanied by everything that came with such.

I wanted nothing more than to hunt down the person who did not keep their germs to themselves two-hundred years ago and present them with a long and painful death, but I knew that was not possible.

I went over all the scenarios that could be the equivalent of my unachievable plan, landing on the idea that I could quite possibly track down their very own flesh and blood that was still alive today.

Ella began to stir against me, every single previous thought in my brain being demolished as my full undivided attention focused on the green-haired goddess laying on my chest.

The hot skin of her body is pressed up against my bare chest, her sick self slowly adjusting to waking life as she lets out a little sniffle.

Her vibrant hair is wild, tangles gathering from where she had laid her head upon my chest for the entirety of the night.

She attempts to lift her head up, but instantly slumps back down from the exhaustion of her illness.

"Morning, Medusa baby." I whisper to her, careful not to add to her rising headache that seems to be one of her main symptoms.

"Ugh." She groans into my chest, the sound completely muffled due to her mouth being smushed against me. "Morning, Lurch."

"Please tell me that you are feeling better." I beg of her, running my fingers through her soft green hair as I carefully untangle the vibrant locks.

"Worse." She grumbles against me, the sound of her soft voice echoing deep within my soul as her words bring a stab to my heart.

"You are going to the doctor, Ella."

"It is only a cold. I will be fine." She sighs, amusement laced through the depths of her croaky and raspy voice.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" I ask her, willing to do anything her heart desires.

"Just hold me. I need my Lurch's cuddles." She says softly, her tone indicating that she's drifting back off to sleep.

"Always."

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"You're a big meanie, Lurch."

"Yes," I confirm, "I am. But not to you, never to you."

"But you are being mean right now!" She groans, her voice sounding as though she is holding a peg over her nose.

"Ella, you cannot go outside. You will get sicker." I tell the green-haired girl who is desperate to roll around in the snow that has fallen upon Santa Monica.

"But I am already sick!" She sniffles, looking up at me from her sitting position on the kitchen counter as I stand between her legs. "What's a little bit sicker gonna do, huh?"

"No, Medusa."

She glares up at me, attempting to be cruel but coming across astronomically cute.

As much as I despise to see her suffering, I did not dare tell her that I thoroughly enjoyed the way her clinginess had dialled up to a whole new level.

She was latched onto me at all hours of the day, and whilst she was wallowing in a mountain of tissues, I was having the time of my life.

I lifted her up off the counter, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist and her arms around my neck.

She was dressed in nothing but a pair of lace underwear beneath my shirt that completely drowned her tiny self. I was edging closer to the brink of self-destruction at the sight of her so bare, yet I knew that I could not touch her until she felt entirely like herself again.

The soft pad of her index finger runs along the deep indent of my chest muscles, the feeling of her touch on my bare skin shooting shivers up and down my body.

"I have a theory." She mumbles, tracing the outline of my muscles like she is following a never-ending maze.

I hum in question, encouraging her to tell me the theory that I will most definitely be adding to the box in my brain that stores every single one of her wild hypotheses.

"I believe that in a past life," she begins, "I was the Greek goddess Medusa and you were one of my conquests."

I still, completely stopping in my tracks as her words bring a scowl to me face.

"Conquests?" I grumble out in disapproval. "I was the love of your life in every life, future and past, Medusa."

"Well yes, but that is the beauty of my theories! You can interpret that however you please."

"I'm not a fucking conquest." I attempt to grumble under my breath, but find that I have failed when Ella presses her soft lips against my lips.

"Fine, you were not my conquest." She sighs, bringing an accomplished smirk upon my face. "But I still think that I have turned you to stone in at least one of our past lives."

By the time I had successfully edited her theory we were laying on the couch, with Ella under a  mountain of blankets and cuddled against my chest.

My fingers run through her vibrant green hair as she tells me more and more of her wild theories, every single syllable she utters being stored safe within me.

"Can we watch The Addams Family?" She mumbles into me, the controller already in my free hand before she had even asked me.

I am an Ella-expert, after all.

The sound of the opening choir is simply a distant blur as my eyes remain fixed on my greatest entertainment, Drizella Miller.

I watch as she smiles to herself every time Lurch comes onto the screen. I watch as her face contorts into an absentminded frown whenever a setback falls upon the strange family that she is appeared to be infatuated with.

I held my raging emotions deep inside every time she would cough or sneeze, the sound etching more and more slashes into my heart.

The time flies incredibly quickly, and I instantly suggest that we watch more of her favourite movies, but all I wanted was to watch her, for as long as humanly possible.

I rub soothing circles on her side as a small cough escapes her, desperately trying to take away any ounce of pain that she is feeling and drown it in the depths of hell for bringing pain upon my Medusa.

The striking orchestra of the movie Psycho chimes through the speakers of her television screen as the opening credits begin, the feeling of my Ella snuggled against me being an indescribable heavenly feeling that I would be sure to make last forever.

The only part of the movie I actually pay attention to is the part that she loves the most, the part that I had studied meticulously just for her. Always for her.

Ella utters every single word of Norman Bates's speech perfectly, with me chiming along in my head secretly.

"Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps." I speak, at the very moment Marion Crane does.

I hear Ella giggle, her croaky and sickness-filled voice secretly breaking my heart as she happily repeats the next line; "I was born in mine, I don't mind it anymore."

"Oh but you should, you should mind it." I murmur into her ear, a smile on my face as her hoarse laughter chimes in my soul.

I watch her for the rest of the movie, and the three more that follow, chipping into her little quirks and weird ways that I adore more than words can possibly describe.

As if she thought I was her fucking conquest.

._._._._._.a/n - okay so I wrote this chapter on the way down to London with an annoying ass kid on the train carriage, so I'm not entirely happy with it but I figured since you guys are loving these updates that I'd still include it!

Oh and also, thank you so much for 1k reads <33