Y/N groaned as they awoke to the bed filled with used tissues and no one by their side. They had sensed a cold coming on, but were too stubborn to actually do something about it.
"It was one cough," they had said, "I'll be fine,"
They were wrong.
They were not fine. Nothing was fine. Y/N had places to be, and they needed to be in less than an hour.
Letting out a nasty sounding cough, Y/N sat up in their bed, attempting to stand up, when a voice interrupted them.
"Mon chéri, lie back down, you need to rest." came the calm and caring voice of Lafayette.
Y/N fell back onto the bed, giving their boyfriend a warm smile, "I'm fine, Laff, I promise."
"Y/N," Gilbert began with a small laugh, "You're sick. If that wasn't bad enough, then the lack of sleep you got last night definitely is. I could hear you coughing all night."
They huffed with a small pout, "But I have to... to..." Y/N ended up cutting their self off by loudly sneezing into a tissue that Laff has luckily brought them.
"See, Y/N? You can't possibly go today." the Frenchmen tried reasoning, only to be met with Y/N's dramatically loud sigh as they pouted.
"Fine," they huffed, "But I want pancakes."
When Y/N had finally agreed to being left alone in their room, Laff set out to the kitchen to begin making pancakes.
Y/N rarely did the cooking in their relationship, claiming that it always tasted bad. Either that reason, or the way Laff cooked pancakes made Y/N's taste like shit in comparison.
He couldn't complain. He loved cooking, especially when Y/N loved it so much.
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"Laff?" they called, getting lonely after a while, "Are you almost done?"
Hurrying into the kitchen, Y/N smiled at what they saw.
The smell of pancakes and the sight of their boyfriend cooking made Y/N's heart swell.
"Mon chéri, you should be resting," he whined, "I would've brought them in for you."
Y/N couldn't help but giggle, "I'm sorry, I just got lonely."
Placing a finished pancake onto a clean plate, Gilbert moved toward Y/N, wrapping them inside a tight hug, "Apologies, chéri," he whispered, "Are you feeling any better?"
Y/N hummed in response, "Yeah. But I would feel better if we cuddled in bed."
Laff smiled, "Bien sûr, mi amour. But first, pancakes."
The rest of that day, once the pancakes were eaten, Laff showered Y/N with cuddles, food and love, all things that despite Y/N saying they didn't need, they really loved.
"Hey, Laff," Y/N began, staring up at their boyfriend. Somehow, Y/N had ended up with their head lying on Laff's chest as they attempted to binge watch almost every Disney movie in existence.
Laff hummed in response, signaling for Y/N to continue.
"Thank you for doing this. For taking care of me today. A lot of people wouldn't have."
At those words, Laff sat up straight, lifting Y/N up on his lap, "You deserve the world, mi amour. This is the least I could do for you."
Y/N sighed, resting their forehead against his, "You're gonna get so sick because of me."
Laff smiled, pressing his lips against Y/N's, pulling away to see their flustered expression, "Worth it."
