#devrad

7 prompts for 7 days:

Day 1: Closet

Day 2: Scare

Day 3: Flowers

Day 4: Ex

Day 5: Music

Day 6: Secret

Day 7: Candy

Rules:

1. When posting for this or just talking about it, tag "Fishy's Valentines 2026"

2. If you post on ao3, tag it "Fishy's Valentines 2026" and submit it to the collection "fishyvalentine2026"

3. Any type of submission is allowed: fanfictions, fanart, edits, appreciation posts, anything you can think of!

4. Be respectful to other people in the challenge.

(This is the first time I've ever done one of these, so I'm sorry if it's weird or wrong lol)

FAQs:

1. What ships are allowed?

- You can do any type of ship and any ship you want, as long as it's related to The Resident in some way!

2. Is xreader allowed?

- Absolutely!

3. Can I put my OCs in?

- All that I ask is either 1) it's set in the same universe as The Resident or 2) at least one of the characters in the main ship is from the show

4. Are crossovers allowed?

- Go nuts!

5. Can I do multi?

Devon woke with a jerk when he felt something hit his chest.

His first thought was that it was Bailey, the cat that he had rescued for a not-girlfriend a couple of years ago. A quick glance to the side of his chest revealed that the fluffy monster hadn’t moved from where he had curled up hours ago when they first came to bed. That left one other option for what had hit him and it made his heart sink already.

He slowly shifted under the heavy duvet and then shifted onto his left side. He was propping himself up with one arm so that he could separate Bailey and Conrad from each other. He knew that his husband would never do anything to their beloved pet if he was in the right state of mind, but the flailing in his sleep had implied that wouldn’t be what he was met with. His mind was still slowly rousing from his own fitful sleep, pushing away memories of the patients from the day before and focusing instead on the here and now.

He reached out and placed a careful hand down onto Conrad’s shoulder before he shook him. He didn’t do it hard, more of a gentle pushing and pulling of a singular joint to rouse him from the nightmare that he was having. It had taken Devon a long time to figure out the best way to wake his partner when he was like this, but he had it down to a science at this point.

“Baby, wake up. You’re okay, I’m here,” Devon murmured as he did the action one more time. He assessed Conrad like both a worried spouse and one of the best doctors in the state of Georgia. His body was tacky with adrenaline-laced sweat and his face was twisted up with tense emotion from whatever images were playing in his mind. His muscles were tense but beginning to ease up as his brain worked him through the cycles of sleep to wake him up.

Devon smiled softly when he saw those piercing blue eyes open. They were filled with watery tears instead of the fear that he had been expecting. This was going to be a much easier Conrad to deal with than the one that was still stuck in the middle of the dessert in the Marine Corps. “Hey, you just had a nightmare. You’re okay.”

“Fuck,” Conrad whispered. He seemed to be coming more and more to himself the longer that he was awake. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes like he was going to be able to purge the dreamstate from them by doing so. “Did I wake you? Or hurt you? Did I hurt Bailey?”

“Nah, he’s just chilling,” Devon shifted upwards so that he could reveal where the cat was. Bailey had shifted so that he was stretched out as long as he could be and was exposing his belly to them both.

Conrad snuck his hand between Devon and the bed as he wove his fingers into the long fur of the cat. “Hey, bud. Thanks for sticking around.” Bailey stretched even longer than he had been before and rolled over to stand up. He stepped underneath Devon, to which the human rolled his eyes in annoyance, and then stepped onto Conrad’s chest.

Both humans descended back onto the bed so that they were laying next to each other, Conrad supine and Devon on his side. Devon tucked his head around Conrad’s so that he could press little kisses to his husband’s hair whenever he felt another bout of shaking come. Bailey took his place on Conrad’s chest like the most determined jet engine had been placed into a weighted blanket. The purring of something alive on him was enough to help Conrad settle down even more.

Devon knew it wasn't a good idea, everyone had told him.

"Conrad needs time. He's been through something terrible." "He needs to be alone, for him and for Gigi." "It's only been a few days." "Yes, it's been a few weeks, but..."

Exactly, that's what Devon thought, it had been a few weeks and Conrad was still deep in the black hole that remained after losing the person you've married; after losing the mother of your daughter.

But Devon knew that pain, knew what it was like to lose someone. Few people knew, because he didn't like to talk about it. But he had fallen in love once, before his father met his girlfriend. He had fallen in love with a fellow senior in high school and a car accident, as had now happened to Conrad, had taken him away from him.

It wasn't the same, of course, it wasn't the same length of relationship, but Devon understood that pain and knew that if someone didn't help him, Conrad could be lost forever down there. If he wouldn't do it for him, he had to do it for his daughter.

He stood in front of Conrad's door for a moment longer. He had time to turn it around, not knock, Devon would never know he'd been there.

But at the same time, he couldn't let it go, couldn't abandon his friend at the worst moment of his life.

He knocked on the door without another thought. Now Conrad could not open the door, he could make her think he wasn't there. But Gigi crying on the other side of the door was enough to make his father unable to hide.

"Conrad. It's Devon. I know you're home and it's okay if you don't want to answer the door. But, I want you to know you're not alone." He waited, but silence dominated everything on the other end. "We don't need to talk if you don't want to." Devon rested his hand on the door, as if it would make him feel something. "But it's not a good idea for you to be alone...for you and Gigi to be alone."

The door opened and Conrad's half, appeared, with Gigi in his arms, crying.

"I can't get her to calm down. She doesn't understand what's going on, she's too little to understand her mother...but she cries inconsolably all the time."

Devon motioned for him to let him hold the little girl. Conrad handed her to him and as soon as he had her in his arms, Gigi stopped crying, turned to her father and smiled at him as if nothing was wrong.

"Tell me you have some kind of magic, how did you do it Devon?"

Conrda stepped aside to let her partner into the house.

With a quick glance, she realized it was all a mess. He hadn't cleaned in days, weeks even, there were clothes everywhere and it looked like a bomb had dropped in the kitchen.

His friend's appearance wasn't much better. He hadn't changed his clothes in I don't know how many days, he needed a good shower and he seemed to only care about his daughter's well-being, which was already a lot.

"It's not magic, Conrad. Little kids notice everything and Gigi senses your pain, she senses you're in pain and... Excuse me Gigi?" Conrad stared at Devon uncomprehendingly as he put the little girl next to his ear. "So your dad, he doesn't want to ask for help. Hmm I see. And he doesn't want anyone to see him having a hard time, when we all know he's having a hard time."

Conrad shot him a hard look. Maybe if Devon hadn't been holding Gigi in his arms he would have punched him in the face.

But Devon was doing his unclely job well and as soon as he got the little girl comfortable, she fell asleep in his arms. After all the time she had spent crying, she must have been exhausted.

They sat down on the couch. Conrad remained silent. He was uncomfortable, not hiding it well. He wasn't even trying. He had only opened up to her because he was desperate that Gigi wouldn't stop crying.

When he was convinced the girl was asleep, he took him from Devon's arms and carried him into the bedroom.

"Give me five minutes." He said before leaving him sitting there on the couch.

But the five minutes turned into ten and then fifteen.

Devon wasn't a nosy person, but when it came to a friend in trouble, he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He followed in Conrad's footsteps, it wasn't the first time he'd been in his house, so he had no trouble finding Gigi's room.

But he didn't make it inside.

Conrad was in the hallway, sitting on the floor, hugging his legs, with a hand over his mouth so no one would hear him crying. Now that Gigi wasn't in front of him, now that he didn't have her in his arms, he could let himself grieve.

Devon walked over to him and sat down next to him.

He didn't say a word, he stayed there, just in case Conrad needed him, just so he knew he wasn't alone.

Devon looked at the clock this time, they had all the time in the world or at least until Gigi woke up again.

Exhausted, Conrad leaned his head against the wall.

He smiled with bitterness in his gesture and turned to his partner.

"I don't think I can do it." He said at last. "Do what?" "I don't know, everything, I guess. I don't feel capable of being a parent, of being a doctor, of being a person." "I can assure you I know what you're talking about."

Conrad turned to Devon for the impossible answer.

"So how do you get ahead?" "With time and the ability to ask for a hug." "Whew." "It's hard I know. But that's why I want you to know that I will be by your side until you find the strength to tell those who love you... those who love you that you need help or at least a hug." "A hug if I could use one, I think it's been...I don't know how long since anyone has given me a hug that doesn't mean "how sorry I am" or "I feel sorry for you". I think I've forgotten a real hug." "Am I supposed to take that phrase as a way of saying "please, Devon give me a hug because I don't have the strength yet to ask for one?"