#also all of my fics read like essays and it irritates me becuase i feel like im incapable of writing anything in a normal way

[sneezydarliing]

We’re not a part of any of the same fandoms but I love your work anyways! <3

How about glassy eyes, hand to forehead, and “you’re burning up” for any character of your choosing! :)

thank you for the ask <33 sorry it took me so long to get to

In the right direction

characters- Kaz, Inej

Inej knew something was off the moment she stepped through the window. First- she’d had to open it herself. Kaz, for all his tendencies to push people away, always left the window open for her. She liked to think of it as an invitation, the first step to opening up to her

Secondly, Kaz had startled when she entered. He had always possessed a freak sense of when she was near, despite her silence, turning his head in her direction with a greeting. It was a routine. But Kaz had jumped and didn’t say anything, just sniffled and gave her a look that was somehow more tired than usual. She cleared her throat. 

“I’ve got a lead,” At this, Kaz just hummed. Inej sighed. He didn’t have any reason to be difficult. “The best time will be tomorrow. There’s an event happening in another town, so he and his men will be busy.” He graces her with a simple nod. 

Sighing harder, Inej took a step forward. Getting a closer look, she found more oddities. His dark eyes- the color of the same black coffee he always drank, looked shiny. Almost like he’d been crying, but she knew better. There was an irritated redness to the bottom of his nose, and she watched as he sniffled, his nose wrinkling. Finally she connected the dots. 

“You’re sick-” “I’m fine, Inej.” Kaz snapped back, voice taking on an even huskier quality than normal. It sounded like sandpaper, and painful, too, if the way his hand subconsciously went to rub at his throat said anything. She pursed her lips, thinking. There was likely no way- but he wasn’t hiding from her now, so it was worth a shot. She came closer, Kaz’s eyes following her the whole time. 

Inej put a hand up, letting it hover in between them. “Can I check your temperature?” her voice went soft as she asked, and Kaz shifted, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. He looked nervous, and she was about to retract the offer, but at the last moment he nodded, movement so small she almost missed it. 

She was careful as she moved to touch him, every motion clearly intentional. He jumped as she came into contact with his forehead, before allowing himself to lean into the touch the smallest amount as she frowned. “You’re burning up, Kaz.” His eyes met hers for a moment, before he gasped, pushing her hand away as he turned. 

“hiDt’shhiew! hiH- h’NGt!” He sighed, before breaking out into a rough coughing fit that left him desperate for air. Inej watched, almost fascinated with this unusually human display, before mentally shaking herself out of it. He needed help of some kind, and she knew she had a tea that worked wonders on a sore throat. She left, beginning the trek down the long, creaky steps of that slat as he leaned his head back on his old chair, running his thumb along the curves of the crow’s head on his cane. 

Making the tea was an easy affair. Anika gave her a knowing glance as she set the water to boil, but didn’t say anything, to her gratitude. There was no way of knowing what some people might do, knowing the leader of the crows was compromised. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. She searched the old cabinets until she found the honey she was looking for, adding a spoonful to the tea. None of this had been there before Inej- With her came knowledge of what tea to drink when you can’t sleep, or when your stomach was upset, and she’d built up a small collection of different kinds over the years. 

As inej turned back to bring the tea upstairs, she could hear the thump of Kaz's cane on the wooden steps, before it suddenly stopped. Then a sharp gasp, and just as she was about to assume the worst, a choked off noise followed by a sniffle. Eventually, he joined her in the kitchen, the low lighting making him look even more exhausted. 

"You should rest." She whispered, pushing the mug into his free hand. He glared at the comment, but it didn't hold any real anger. He cleared his throat, shifted his weight onto his cane more. "I can't." 

"You need to. You're ill, Kaz." She snapped back. Even now, the armor was painfully slow to come off. Inej knew it was difficult, for both of them, but he had to try. He seemed to realize this, meeting her eyes with an almost sheepish look. 

"Fine. Just for tonight." Was all he said, before turning around and limping back up the stairs. Inej couldn't help her smile. 

It was progress. 

#snz stuff #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze fic #snz #sneeze stuff #sorry theres like. no actual snz #i got too into the writing part and forgot this is a SNEEZE fanfic #also all of my fics read like essays and it irritates me becuase i feel like im incapable of writing anything in a normal way #anyways whos up for kaz whump #very late to the party forgive me