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slightlyunconventional · 17 days

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hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!

“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.

“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex.

“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”

Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.

“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”

“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.

Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment.

Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected… that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.

And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test.

Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”

Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.

“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.

Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–

“heHt’sSHHhue!”

Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”

“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”

“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”

“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”

He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…

“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”

“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later.

“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”

The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”

“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–

“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it.

“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).

Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.

“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”

“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand.

“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”

Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”

“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.

“Done, done?”

“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”

“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.

“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”

“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly.

Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.

Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”

“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”

“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose.

“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.

“...Postmature?”

“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.

“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”

#my favourite part TAG RAMBLING!!!#im ok w this fic i think its decent idk. turned on while writing it so thats gotta count for smth #i think next ill finish my other h/awks wip for a request prompt thingy in my inbox #then i wanna do some kink!h/awks … mm #alright ywah #thats that #sorry the fighty bit at the start is SO BADDDDD i cant #sry…#alr bye enjoy #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #sneeze kink #snzfic #d/abihawks #h/awks #m/ha

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thekinkyleopard · 7 months

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The Midnight Snack

An Alistar x Kanai non-canon Snz Fic

A Threequel to:

“The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending”

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fet, Fluff, Persuasion, Contagion, Smut

Author’s Notes: Idk how I let you guys so easily talk me into new fics when my requests are closed and I have so many other things I need to write but…UNCLE FUCKING CHRIST I LOVE YOU INSATIABLE GREMLINS OF SNZ. Here we are with a third part??? Already? So quickly? Who am I??? A brand new bitch. Anyway. A third to a fic I only thought I’d write one and be done with? Wild. THIS IS A THREEQUEL TO “The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending” in order to understand context, go to my blog and read those first! Id link them, but I’m lazy. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Here we go! Nai’s turn 🥳 @aller-geez Owns Draeko and Kanai, and did the art!

Description: Al wakes up in the middle of the night, still sicker than ever. He finds a way to snag his best friend’s attention…and talk him into a little late night, snack.

It was just past midnight, Draeko was fast asleep, conked, splayed out on his back. Mouth wide open, but still just as cute as he always was. He was actually taking up too much room, however, and he wound up pushing the demon he was bed-sharing with, off it. Alistar fell to the floor with a loud thud, groaning lowly as the fond fog of sleep escaped him. Suddenly extremely aware, and reminded by how sick he was still. His body was wet, slick with sweat and his sinuses were full. Weak and shaky. He couldn’t breathe out his nose, and his eyes felt heavier than usual when he was awakened. Exhaustion never felt so exhausting.

Alistar slowly came to a stand, swaying back and forth in his boxer briefs, the dizziness taking him in a chokehold. “Water….” He muttered dryly looking around the room only to find empty water bottles and nothing worth quenching his thirst. He would have to go to the kitchen. The redhead stumbled slowly through the apartment, and into the dining room where he was met with an ever wide awake Kanai. Glued to his screen. “You’re still up?” He asked with a slow blink of his squinting black eyes, trying to adjust to the brightened beams of the overhead lighting.

The Navy haired demon looked up, and made eye contact with his pathetic looking best friend. “I am…I’m surprised you aren’t sleeping off your ailments,” cocking his head to a slight angle as he looked over the red head with curiosity.

“Yeah…the pet quite literally scooted me out the bed…came to get some water…” he yawned over once that followed with a sharp, abrasive cough. The hound winced at the scene.

“Do that, your throat sounds very dry, Donnie,” the hellion spoke certainly before his gaze went back into his research. Alistar went to open his mouth, but closed it again with a loud snarf.

“Hm,” he responded, if one could say that. Alistar then made his way into the kitchen, and pulled the fridge open in one motion. It took him a second to register through the different items before he spotted a fresh bottle of water. The one thing that was inconvenient was having to hydrate the vessel. Drinking water wasn’t customary in hell.

In fact, it had been such a problem, Al ended up in critical condition several times from dehydration. Kanai had to set alarms to remind the demon to drink water. By now, it was starting to become more routine to actually hydrate but, it felt like such a stupid task to perform. The redhead snagged the bottle of liquid and shut the fridge door. He quickly snapped the lid off and pressed the bottle to his chapped pierced lips. Chugging half the bottle as much as he was capable without being able to breathe in the process. He pulled the bottle from his mouth and gasped loudly as he swallowed. “Fuck…” he heaved for a few moments, catching his breath.

Lazily, he screwed the cap back on and carried it out with him back to the dining room. Kanai did not look up this time though he could feel the presence of the other now, his duo colored, blacked eyes scanned the illuminated words before him. Al leaned against the doorway, watching the hound carefully. His head thudded painfully, his skull feeling far too big for the flesh on his head. He squinted, trying to will the pounding away. “Nai?”

“Yes, Donnie?” The hound responded, still not looking up from his current project at hand.

“Will you rub my head?” Bringing the butt end of his palm to his left hand temple, he ground into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. It just wasn’t the same when it was from one’s own inflicting. Now the navy haired male looked up and cocked a brow, eyes scanning over the sore features of his friend’s face. He shrugged his shoulders and slid back in his chair, patting the space between his legs. Without missing a beat, Alistar quickly made hast and made his way over to make himself comfortable between the hound’s open legs. He was wearing a long black band tee with loose grey sweatpants, a lazy fit that he either never changed from the night before, or specifically put on to lounge and research in. Either way, Al found it endearing.

The red head settling in, his shoulders squeezed by each one of Nai’s slender knees. The pressure was comforting. In a few short seconds, and after a few clicks, a video began to play. While it did, the hellion brought both his grey hands to the mess of Al’s loose red hair. Normally in a ponytail, but down and free for the night. His fingers tangled within the damp threads to reach the sides of Alistar’s head, he pressed his prints down, rubbing small individual circles with his digits. The demon groaned with pleasure allowing his neck to loosen and fall back into the sensation.

As the video played, discussing the deeper theoretics to physical and psychological bonding between humans, the hound watched closely as his fingers dug into his friend’s skull. Moving in short calculated circles on each side of the anti-Christ’s temples. “S’good Donnie?” Asking distractedly while his eyes watched the screen closely.

“Mhmmm….” The redhead melted into a puddle but the more he began to relax, the stronger that familiar, delightful tickle presented itself inside his frontal sinuses. “hE..hH…” he struggled and stuttered.

“Just let it out, Al,” The hound told him lazily, his hands still roughly mulling and pushing into the demon’s skull.

“HehH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW…..” Alistar sneezed into the palm of his open hands, a cloud of mistral spit coating the surface of his blackened skin. “Ooff…”

“That was a big one,” Kanai ruffled his palm through the demon’s red hair now. He looked down, and Al looked up, their eyes met and the anti-Christ smirked, lifting his brows suggestively.

“Want to try it?” The redhead braved the question, not sure he could canoodle his way through Kanai’s current train of all night deep dives…but he was going to fucking try.

“What?” The hound asked curiously tilting his head as he continued to gaze down lifelessly at his best friend.

“Sneezing and fucking,” Alistar responded back with an air of causality that continued to draw the other in. Playing on the hound’s innate need for exploration.

“Why?” Furrowing his brows with slight confusion now. What was the purpose?

“It feels REALLY good,” The demon continued through his powers of persuasion, his lips pulling up into a half smirk before licking them once.

“But I’m not sneezing,” Kanai now frowned, realizing the flaw to this plan already.

“Not YET…” Al held up a finger, drawing attention back onto the metaphorical drawing board.

“It would take a while…” the grey skinned man responded flatly but only because he was teetering the edge of thought, contemplating his desire to experience more feelings.

“Well listen, we could both benefit from this research,” Alistar continued, he was going to go down without a fight and he could already seen the hound weighing thinner the longer they kept on the topic.

“Okay, so it’s research?” Kanai raised a thin brow in his response, voice still flat with a slight hitch of interest.

“Yes,” The redhead grinned, a hint of mischief gleamed behind his black holes. Now he had Kanai right where he wanted him.

“Okay,” Now he was listening attentively, his fingers unconsciously continued to rub and dig at the other’s tense skull. It seemed to starve off the burning sensations that cause the anti-Christ to explode.

“I want to know what it feels like to be the one getting fucked while sneezing…you know, what’s that like? The FEELING..” Alistar emphasizes on the right words to keep his friend’s attention, and consideration.

“Okay…?” In a certain light, Alistar could see Kanai slipping away, but still holding on for dear life as he was always desperate to understand the redhead.

“Yes, and in order for you to also experience that feeling, you’d need to get sick,” Al continued his explanation, knowing somewhere through, he would get him fully back again.

“Right,” Kanai responded with a confident nod. Like a train on time, he was at the station, Alistar felt excitement bubbling up from within his lower stomach.

“Two BIRDS, Kanai, one stone,” too excited, the redhead threw him a curve ball, hoping his time on earth and influence may have caught up by now.

“What birds? Why a stone?” The Navy haired hellion was lost again. Alistar slapped his hand to his forehead, regretting it instantly as his brain rang around inside his skull like a giant gong.

“No…Uncle Fucking Christ…It’s a human metaphor…two problems solved with one solution…I’m sick now..you fuck me, get sick by tomorrow…follow?” He spelled it out a little more easily for him now. Kanai squinted but then nodded his head quickly in understanding, signaling to Alistar he was back in the game. Just still a little confused about the end plan.

“Following, not entirely sure where it’s leading,” he replied back honestly. Yet, it was still progress Al needed to continue.

“You get sick, I fuck YOU, boom, now you know the feeling, RESEARCH, Complete,” he pointed at Kanai, then himself, then back at Kanai and made an explosion motion with his opening fist.

“Hmm..” He sat on it for a second, he calculated the experience. Though carnal sexual experiments weren’t on his top ventures of research, he certainly wasn’t against them. Humans were incredibly sexual beings. Often he wanted to understand the nuances behind different kinks and concepts. Sexual experiences were half of what being human was about, for those that weren’t asexual that is! Fascinating the world is…he almost trailed out of the room on the topic. He did however, circle back and found himself leaning into his curiosity.

“Eh? Eh??” Alistar chimed in, knowing the distant look in Nai’s gaze meant he was wandering in a mind maze.

“Okay, yes,” Quickly he made his decision, nodding his head to match his verbal consent, and Alistar was in. Oh man, dessert had never been so sweet. The demon was a glutton for sex, compared to the other. He wanted it all the time, every way. There was no wrong way to have sex EXCEPT, without consent. You’d think as a demon it would be the opposite. Nope.

He had felt the indescribable sensations of being tightly wrapped around Drae’s hole while he blew his nose off the surface of his face. Now he would get the opposite feeling, he wanted to be stuffed to the brim, the ultimate feeling of fullness. It had to be phenomenal.

“Amazing…” truthfully, it was. Alistar was beyond excited as his throat burned and prickled with anticipation. Draeko couldn’t top him, even if he mustered the courage, Alistar couldn’t take him seriously enough. Kanai was perfect. They’d already done so a million times, so he knew it would be good. No one else in the group would give him the time of day…quick fix? Kanai. Good fix. Reliable. Loyal. He bit his lower lip, sucking on it once while Kanai searched the red head’s gaze.

“Don’t just stare at me, dude, fuck me,” rolling his eyes impatiently, he may be bottoming but he was still very much going to be doing all the bossing around. The navy haired hellion smirked lifelessly, but with that sparkle Al recognized only from hell.

“Of course, Donnie…” he replied, wrapping his hand around the underside of Alistar’s jaw gripping it to lift him from his spot on the ground. The demon gasped, his throat tightened and it triggered something buried. No longer was it held dormant by the stress relief of a massage. Like a kinked hose now, he lifted Al into his lap and as he was straddled, Kanai forced Al’s face down into a hard, aggressive kiss. Their tongues slid together quickly, rushed, and furious. The two fought ferociously for dominance, neither wishing to give up the feat but Al ground himself needlessly into the hound’s lap bucking lap. Almost throwing Kanai completely off his win.

The hound parted their lips and took a fistful of Alistar’s bright crimson locks, pulling his face back to look at the brightened light on the ceiling above him. “Go on now, Donnie, the floor is yours…” he let out a breathless chuckle. A joke he personally felt like he nailed, but his opportunity to bask in it fell short before the redhead’s body trembled and twitched. His chest collapsed and rose with such quickness, Nai looked between it and the hellion’s jarring maw.

“HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW!” He blew out fast, and without much time or means to be polite, he sneezed into his friend’s unsuspecting face. Kanai blinked a few times feeling the new arrival of wetness hit him so suddenly in a fine mist, a few dense drops included.

“Wow…yours are very loud compared to Luciftias…” the hound noted outwardly, Alistar blushed as his thighs tightened around Kanai’s haunches.

“Bad thing? SnNdfF….” The redhead asked curiously, looking downward at his friend from the still ‘pulled hair’ position, blackened scleras half lidded.

“No…curious to how it’ll feel when you tighten up around me though,” the navy haired hellion spoke earnestly while trailing his free hand up the back of Al’s spinal chord. He shivered, gritting his teeth and rolling his shadow orbs behind his skull. He ground his hips with hungry force downward into the other’s lap, already feeling Kanai’s length growing hard in his sweats. It felt so prominent from the thin material of his own boxers, but not enough to satisfy. Just a tease.

“Oh, man, it’s gonna…Hh…feel so goHOuhd Hhah’AETSHH!” This time he aimed himself to the side, trying to have some shred of decency as this one sent his body rocking aimlessly against the other. His nose dripped and his mouth was so numb that he couldn’t even feel it. Kanai reached up and thoughtfully, wiped the ick from his face then onto the side of his pants.

“I concur,” his hand now slid up to grip the back of Al’s neck, his grasp was tight, sharp nails dug painfully into the flesh there. From two points of his head he was being forced in the position to stare at the light, that burning, triggering light. What was it about the brightness that just sent one into oblivion?

“Fuck, Nai…” he growled hoarsely, snuffling loudly afterwards. Alistar, in solid calculated motions, rolled his hips in tight circles wanting so badly to feel the slightly shorter man’s thick length, pulsating through him while his sinuses had their way with him. Kanai, on the other hand, as pheromones and hormones started to over take him, let go of the demon, momentarily. Only to pick him up by his thighs, shoving his laptop out the way using Al’s body, he forced him onto the table.

“Oooh some fire in your fucking loins…that’s it Nai, you want this….you want my cold…yo-HiH’AESSH’UE! Heh’TZsch!” Blasting inconveniently over Kanai’s face once more but this time the hellion simply licked the wet substance from his mouth. Unfazed by the assault.

“I want it…” the hound rumbled from deep within his chest as his hands began to claw the other’s boxers from off his body, tossing them across the room. Alistar sneered, sniffling twice, loudly to needlessly try and clear himself enough to breathe through his nose, watching Kanai through glossy, watering black holes. No such luck when he only found his snuffs increased the endless prickle that danced up and down his face and throat.

“Hh..hah..” Kanai crashed their mouths back together in an aggressive motion, swapping those fresh bacterium and swallowing the hellion’s incoming sneeze. So the hound thought. Yet through the roughened kiss, it persisted. His nose trickled between the mess of saliva that swapped between the two. Hands violently gripped at each other’s arms…legs…Kanai stood between the redhead’s thighs. He gripped them, almost for support, or almost, as if he intended to rip them clean off his friend’s body. Alistar groaned animalisticaly as he pulled on Nai’s lower lip. “Hheh’EZSCH!” Again, the onslaught of facial blows never ceased, it was certain within a few hours Kanai would be crawling out of his room with a fever that was inhuman. Al sat back to look upon the mess he made, chuckling with snarky satisfaction. Nai smirked, and brought up a thumb to wipe at the wet on his lip.

“So messy, you are, Alistar,” breaking the silence between the sound of staggered breaths.

“Just making sure I’m thorough, friend,” he winked his leaking blackened eye with a flirtatious smirk. The hound scoffed, and then he looked down at the red head’s exposed, hardened length, and swiftly, spit in his hand. Taking hold of the desperate cock, and slowly twisting his palm around it.

“Very kind..we don’t want to miss a bird…did I get that right?” Kanai’s voice was smooth, like room temperature butter onto crispy toasted bread. Almost like he became more composed as Alistar began to unravel.

“A-ah…yo-..hnn..sure did…” the red headed demon gritted through his clenched teeth now, hips involuntarily bucking against Kanai’s skilled working hand.

“Very good,” the hound whispered with a seductive husk, only causing the anti-Christ to slip further into pleasure as he released his control to him. He loosened under the sheer pleasant motions, his clogged up sinuses only turned harder against him. So they thought…If sneezes were sentient.

“Hah~…Hnn…Hh’HTSSCZH!” He flung a few inches forward by the sheer force of it, biting his lower lip hard he snuffed and snorted. “SNDF!” It felt so unbelievably good, a mini release as the hound tugged on his aching cock.

“Don’t waste them all before I’m even inside, Donnie…you’ll be very displeased,” licking his own lips now, Kanai was watching closely to the pleasant twists and turns of his partner’s pleasured expressions.

“Oh shit…don’t fuckin’ say tha—-HAH..TZSCHH!” Involuntarily another shot out, the more his pleasure increased it seemed the more persistent it became as Nai’s hand twisted, and squeezed around him. The Navy haired demon now slightly concerned his friend would run out of viral steam if he didn’t speed this up. To Al’s dismay, Kanai removed his hand long enough to pull his sweats down for just a few moments, as he untucked his own throbbing erection from behind the material.

“We shouldn’t waste anymore time, should we ?” Kanai taking his friend’s current state as a signal to move forward in the task at hand. Alistar’s experience. The red head was greeted with a sudden sense of clarity as his cock twitched in open air, he reached forward and gripped Kanai tightly by his left hip, bringing him closer. While looking down, he squinted a watering eye and then hocked a fat lump of spit across the tip of the other’s length.

Alistar reached down between them and took the moistened length in his open grip, sliding the saliva to coat it around every corner of the flesh, while Kanai’s head bobbed, struggling to stay upright in this motion. Eventually, the hound snapped his head back up, his gaze falling over Al’s as their eyes locked. He gripped the redhead’s flame cladden wrist and tossed it off his dick, before gripping Al’s thighs tightly. He spread them apart and pulled him closer to the edge of the table to expose his waiting hole.

“That’s right you’re going to fuck that tight ass, aren’t you, Nai?” It was hard to ignore his hormonal desires within, but they were burning like the many fires bursting inside of him. His nose continued to tickle, and he was closer to another. Almost he could taste it, metallic. He moaned low in his aching throat.

“I am…I need to now,” The hell hound grunted, jaw clenching as he pressed himself at Al’s entrance, prodding impatiently. Losing his sense of collectiveness he was nothing more than an animal subject to his natural desires.

“Yeah, Nai? You need to? Prove to me how bad you need it, my friend” Alistar reached up behind Kanai and gripped a handful of Navy blue locks, pulling their sweating foreheads together in a rough motion.

“With pleasure…Donnie..” Nai huffed breathlessly before he pushed himself fully inside, sheathed within the tightened entrance, and stayed soaking there as the redhead let out a hoarse grunt. “Come on Al, give it a go….” Slowly, at the pace of a sloth crossing the street he began to pull his length out and Al, between this pleasurable feeling and allowing the build within him rise, opened his jaw involuntarily.

“Eh’Hih’TSZZCH! HIH’T-CHS’UH!” In perfectly timed rhythm, Kanai pushed himself back in, and slammed full hilt.

“How’s it…A-Al?” He managed through a clenched jaw, his muscles flexing at the strain of such a tight fit.

“F-Fucking Amazi-ng…Nai…Don’t stop, I swea-Hh’hih… I’ll kill yo- H’TDZSCH! you…” like a broken dam, the flood gate came undone, he pushed his hips outward to meet with each powerful thrust, leg clasped around one of the hound’s rocking hips to forcefully increase the pace. “HARDER,” he hissed, to which the other hellion responded accordingly, with a breathless sneer.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied smoothly, if not with a slightly muted groan, his length felt incredible, tightened and squeezed so much more abruptly when the demon was fitting. “You’re so …much..tighter…Al…” he grunted as he continued to throw himself inside from each pull outward. His shaking grey hands gripped with an impeccably strong force against Al’s thighs, his skin there reddening with each passing second. It only added to the challenge as Nai’s grip made it harder for Alistar to meet each thrust, almost edging his impeding release.

“I can-… Huh’AESSH’ue! H’hH’EezSCH! can’t wait to feel you tomorrow…” continuing the thought regardless of the messy particles of spit and sick that spilled between then, hitting every square space of flesh within it’s wake.

“I’m…going to cum, Al,” the hound warned, his grip only getting tighter, his groin twisting as his hips began to thrust with less calculated movements. Alistar brought a hand behind Kanai, pushing him deeper, as if it were possible. Just brushing against his prostrate, Alistar took hold of his leaking, impatient cock and began to stroke to each thrusting motion.

“Just hold on…I’m almost..Al-m…Hh’Hah..” he now peered back up at the ceiling light, needing just a little help getting there…but ol’ reliable never fails as he felt that same, erotic, masterful feeling. Like when your foot falls asleep, that same static electricity that trickled through the nerves, but instead it’s in your face. The redhead stuttered, his body clenched as the onslaught of Kanai’s thrusting length struck his magic chord, and his hand tugged despairingly at his own overstimulated cock. “HH’HEHTZSCH!” A three in one opportunity, Alistar sneezed, and came hard in short strands all over his tired digits.

Kanai now, as well, grunting with force, hips slapping to full hilt before he spilled over inside the insistent demon. They both huffed, and puffed, Alistar sniffled, snorted and snuffed. “Snddddfff,”

“Well…” Kanai almost gasped, pulling his spent cock from the inside of his best friend’s now leaking hole. He leaned against the table, both palms gripping the edge as he caught himself up to sane levels of thought.

“Well….” The crimson haired demon replied with his own breathless expression.

“How was it?” Standing up straight, the hound now tucked his soaked, softening shaft back under the hem of his sweatpants, Al taking this opportunity to hop off the table and take hold of the water bottle he originally brought in.

“Phenomenal, Kanai, you gotta try that,” pausing between catching his breath to account his feelings on the experience.

“We shall see later this day, won’t we?” Responding in his usual dry, monotonous fashion, seemingly having regulated himself enough to speak more coherently.

“We shall…snnddfff..” regardless of the high he was currently riding, Alistar was still unrelieved of having this illness. Though he did feel a thousand times lighter the same way he did with Drae earlier. Ah yes, this was the life. Variety.

“I am not looking forward to that part though…” Kanai referred to the dripping of Al’s nose and wild sniffling to get any real sense of air.

“You get used to it…” the red head shrugged his shoulders simply, he began to work at the lid of his water bottle again, unscrewing it off completely with a twist of his index and thumb.

“Sure…I’m going to go shower now,” Nai much more exhausted now than he had been originally, turned from the chair and began to walk towards the hallway of rooms.

“Hmm..enjoy, I’m gonna chug the rest of this water and, try to sleep…” he yawned but it only all too quickly followed with a loud painful hacking cough. He hit his chest with a closed fist to clear his throat enough that he could take a sip of his water and sooth the onslaught.

“Good luck resting, Donnie,” Kanai yawned waving behind, stretching his shoulders before he turned in the direction of the hall.

“See you tomorrow to complete our research,” Al responded back, running his hand through sweaty locks of red hair.

“See you tomorrow,” And then the hell hound disappeared, retiring to clean himself up in preparation for the day’s later activities.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’ll have you know before I was even halfway done with this piece, Geezie came up with an idea for a FOURTH installment to this series….so yeah. It’s coming if you couldn’t tell behind Al and Nai’s conversation 🫣🫨 First accidental Snz Series when I had my first snz series planned already….but I guess I’ll just have to do both. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Heart. Sick. (m, cold)

clearly the clicky clacky keyboard helped my writers block because here I am, back to churning out a 5k fic in one day lmao. this is a Greyson-centric one, and tbh it's a lot of exposition, and a lot of character development. but don't worry - Greyson is plenty miserable throughout 😅 I hope you guys like these ones that are a little more plot-driven! I honestly set out to write fluff but it wanted to be a drama fest. classic. enjoy!

Cw: male, cold, some mess, coughing, sick character galavanting about instead of just going to bed, implied contagion

“What is your problem today?”

Greyson’s head snapped up at the sound of his boss’s voice. He raised an eyebrow and put down his knife; this seemed like the kind of conversation that required his full attention. “What?” he asked, brilliantly.

Elijah crossed his arms. He had been leaning against the prep table, but straightened up to his full height when the chef regarded him. “You’ve been here for an hour and you haven’t even stopped in the office to say hi,” he said. Did he hear how lame and codependent he sounded? Yes. But that was their friendship – lame, codependent, and most of all consistent. Greyson always made the office his first stop when he got in; they checked in with one another, mapped out the day, traded stories from the night before if one of them had been off. Not having his morning gossip session with Greyson made Elijah feel like he was living in a weird, wrong, nega-dimension, and he didn’t want that to become a thing.

The chef huffed out a laugh. “Seriously?” he asked, picking his knife back up. “I have a lot of shit to do today, Lij,” he said. “Matt called out.”

“Oh,” Elijah said, immediately feeling stupid. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I am telling you,” Greyson said, looking pointedly up at his boss. “Right now.”

Elijah bit his tongue; this was exactly what he meant. Greyson wasn’t himself today. Matt calling out was obviously stressful, but the chef never let things like that make him angry, or short, or snippy. Something was definitely off – he didn’t know what, but it was definitely something.

“Did he say why?” Elijah asked as Greyson continued to chop. Greyson stopped short again and looked back up.

“Why what?”

“Why he called out.”

“Who?”

“Jesus Christ, Greyson,” Elijah threw his hands in the air. “Did you smoke a bowl the second before you walked in today? Matt. Did Matt say why he was calling out?”

“Oh,” Greyson said, turning once again to his prep work. “Yeah, some sort of flu thing. I said if he has a fever he can’t come in.”

Ah. There it was.

Greyson and Matt were what everyone in the restaurant affectionately called the plague rats – that is to say, they were the ones who brought any illness that was roaming around New York City into the restaurant, ad infinitum. They were the partiers, the club kids (though Greyson, at thirty-one should have reached the end of his club kid stage years ago), the chronic sleepers-around, and the past few months, it had gone from going out a couple times a week, to going out every single night. Hardly a month went by that the two of them weren’t complaining of a sore throat, a cold sore, a stomach bug that they’d been gifted by one of their many nights out.

And, of course, they never went out partying without one another.

“Did he seem okay last night when you guys went out?” Elijah asked, the question so pointed it may as well have been an accusation. Greyson shrugged, covered up the last of the prepped vegetables with plastic wrap, and slid them into the reach-in cooler below the prep station.

“Maybe a little off,” Greyson said. “He didn’t mention anything.”

“What time did you guys leave?” Elijah asked. Greyson gave his boss an incredulous look.

“What are you, a cop? I don’t know, mom, one or two? What difference does it make?”

Elijah recoiled a bit at the chef’s snappiness. “Christ, sorry, just trying to suss out whether he’s actually sick or just hungover.”

“Who gives a fuck?” Greyson asked, pushing his hair back into a small ponytail and tying it with a rubber band Elijah knew came from a package of asparagus. “He’s not coming in, that’s all we really need to know, right? Are we gonna track him down and fire him if he’s hungover?”

“You are on one today,” Elijah said. “No, we’re not going to fucking track him down, Jesus Christ.” This time, Elijah went for an honesty-is-the-best-policy approach. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re in a mood because you have extra work to do, or because you feel like shit.”

Greyson rolled his eyes and breezed past Elijah. He yanked open the walk-in and stepped inside, his boss hot on his trail. The chef grabbed two heads of cauliflower and a few bunches of radishes and nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to see Elijah practically on top of him. “Stop following me,” he growled, pushing past Elijah again.

“Greyson,” Elijah said to the rapidly-closing walk-in door. He pressed the red button to let himself out, and once again tailed the chef to the prep table. “Greyson, I just want to know if you’re alright,” Elijah said, keeping a healthy distance. Greyson took a deep breath and put down his knife.

“I am fine. Matt will be back tomorrow. Please, let me do my work. Ple – hh...hhNGSTHH-uhh!” Greyson crushed the sudden sneeze into his shoulder, picked up his knife, and continued his work, not acknowledging it at all. Elijah bit his cheek.

“Bless you,” the older man said, accusatory.

“Elijah,” Greyson said, not looking up, “leave me alone.”

Elijah nodded, not that Greyson could see it while he chopped. The GM turned, walked back to the office, and pulled out his phone to text Matt.

Hey, he typed into their chat. Heard you’re sick, hope you’re getting some rest.

Thx boss, Matt typed back almost-instantly. Should be good by tomorrow.

Elijah paused before sending his next text, but then did it before he could question himself too much. Just wanted to ask...was grey acting weird with you last night? He’s totally on one today.

It took a minute or two for Matt to text back – the three bubbles popped up and went away at least three times, as though Matt was trying to figure out what to say but kept second-guessing. Finally, the text came through.

Wait, is chef there today? He told me he was going to call shelly in.

Elijah cocked his head at the phone screen; Shelly, the sous chef Greyson had brought on a month ago, was scheduled off today. Why would he call her in?

No, it’s just greyson today. Why would he call shelly in?

This time, it took Matt no time to respond.

That asshole, he said he was going to take the day off.

I’m lost, Matt. Why would he take the day off…?

Another minute of bubbles popping up and going away ensued. When the text did come through, Elijah felt his face flame. That motherfucker, he thought, slamming his phone down, screen-up on the desk and stalking back to the prep kitchen.

On his open phone, the text from Matt: he gave me this shit. We literally went and had one drink, then he said he had to go bc he felt like trash. Fuckin greyson.

Fuckin’ Greyson. That was for damn sure.

***

He knew he was coming down with something on Monday, but it was one of those excruciatingly slow-to-come-on illnesses that made you wonder if you were actually just crazy, and this whole thing was in your head. A sneeze here, a rogue cough, the sore throat that came and went with several long drinks of water – for three days, Greyson gaslit himself, told himself he was imagining it, took Emergen-C and chalked it up to allergies.

“Morning, boss,” Matt had greeted him.

By the time Thursday – yesterday – had come around, it finally hit him properly. Greyson woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest, his head throbbing, and a lump in his throat to match the one in his stomach. He sighed as he got ready, loaded up on dayquil, and headed into work.

Greyson had returned the greeting with a rough, “HNGSTHH-ue!” and a sharp sniffle. Matt winced as his boss unpacked his knife bag.

“Yikes,” he said, “I guess that girl from the bar last night wasn’t just doing a lot of coke, then?”

“More like the guy I stayed the night with on Saturday didn’t just have a naturally deep and husky voice,” Greyson said, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “It’s the world’s slowest-to-come-on cold, I swear. I’ve been almost sick since Monday.” He coughed into his sleeve for what felt like a long moment, came up to see a water bottle placed in front of him. “Thanks.”

“No worries,” Matt said. “That makes sense, though,” he continued, “because I can definitely feel it coming on. Thought maybe it was allergies.”

“Sorry, kid,” Greyson said. “We’ll get you outta here early.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “If you’re here, I’m here, boss,” he said. The two of them had prepped in near-silence for awhile, before Greyson seemed to realize something was off.

“Has Elijah come back here yet this morning?” he asked, and Matt shook his head.

“Isn’t he off today? I think Mark said he had some sort of appointment.”

Greyson flashed Matt a little look and the sous chef blushed – Matt and Mark were very recently a thing, a fact that was clear to everyone in the restaurant and that the two of them were attempting to hide, as if any fling that took place within the confines of these walls was anything other than obvious. Greyson figured now wasn’t the time to bully his muse.

“Thank god he’s not here,” he said instead. “Elijah, I mean. I’m so sick of him giving me shit every time I have a stuffy no – NGTSHH-uh! Hh...HTSHH-ue! Fuck.” Greyson slunk away from his prep area to blow his nose, cough again, and wash his hands.

“Bless,” Matt said when Greyson made his way back to his station. “To be fair to Elijah -”

“No,” Greyson stopped Matt by holding up a hand. “We’re not talking about this.”

“I was just going to say, I mean, you have been out a lot since the whole… breakup situation.” The way Matt trailed off made it obvious that he immediately regretted bringing this up. Greyson sniffled, stayed silent for a few moments, and then sighed.

“You're one to talk. And besides, I don’t know how it’s my fault that every club in a five-mile-radius is a cesspool,” Greyson muttered, a lame attempt at a joke. Matt took the bait and huffed out a laugh.

“I don’t think Elijah blames you for the general grossness that is the midtown club scene,” he said. “I think he’s just worried about you.”

Greyson wasn’t so sure. Maybe it had started as worry; worrying was one of Elijah’s greatest passions, after all. But it had been six months since Greyson and Collin had broken up, and in that time worry had turned to annoyance, which had led to what felt like resentment. A month before, Greyson had been laid up with strep throat, thanks to a girl who he swore was trying to steal his tonsils with how deep she shoved her tongue into his mouth, and Elijah didn’t even try to hide his distaste.

“Seriously, Grey?” he had asked when the chef stumbled into the restaurant sweating, shivering, and unable to speak. “Who over the age of twelve gets strep throat? What’s next, mono? Chicken pox? Run the gambit of diseases kids get from putting their hands in too many people’s mouths?”

Greyson knew it was stupid to go out drinking and partying every night; he knew he was too old, knew it was irresponsible, he knew he should be processing the breakup instead of drowning every feeling he had about it in booze and sex. He knew. But he just couldn’t do it. Collin was the first person he’d ever really loved; getting over the coldness with which his first love threw in the towel that was their relationship was easier said than done.

He certainly wasn’t going to tell Elijah of all people that. He loved the man; Elijah was his best friend, his business partner, the guy he called first when something amazing or devastating happened, but this was not his strong suit. Elijah was basically a nun when it came to all things partying; he prided himself on never having more than two drinks when they went out, never sleeping around, and being married to the restaurant. Greyson loved Elijah, but he knew that the GM just wouldn’t get it.

So, the reprieve from being harassed about his near-constant menagerie of illnesses was a welcome one. He and Matt had prepped, passing a box of tissues between them the entire time, they’d gotten through a relatively slow service and, like every night the past few months, they’d ended the evening at a bar a few blocks from Elliot’s.

Greyson wanted to want to be there, truly he did, but he didn’t have it in him. Maybe it was the thought of being the only chef in the next day – Matt was well and truly coming down with the cold Greyson had come in with – or maybe it was just that the constant barrage of illnesses was starting to wear on his body, but the thought of staying awake for another minute, let alone another few hours, made Greyson’s head pound.

“I’m gonna call it,” Greyson said, shooting back his whiskey and placing a twenty on the bar top. “Take the day tomorrow, alright?”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “What about you?” he asked, coughing into the back of his hand. “You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” Greyson said, elbowing Matt playfully. “I’ll call Shelly in, okay? I’ll take the day, too.” It was a lie; Shelly wasn’t ready for the responsibility of running a Friday night, not even a slow one, but if it made Matt take a day off, it was worth it to lie.

“Alright,” Matt said, wary. “Well, have a good night, Chef. Feel better.”

“Same to you,” Greyson said. “Tell Mark I said night-night. Give him a little kiss for me, too.”

Matt’s face turned bright red. By the time he’d collected himself enough to respond, his boss was gone.

***

“Greyson!”

Elijah stomped his way through the kitchen, on the hunt. He reached the back kitchen before Greyson could hear him, and the chef was blowing his nose into a rough paper towel looking caught, like a deer in the headlights.

“You fuckin’ asshole,” Elijah said, “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not sick,” Greyson said, sniffling and tossing the paper towel. His eyes, Elijah noticed now, were rimmed red, and his voice was low and gravelly. “It’s allergies.”

“Right,” Elijah rolled his eyes. “Contagious allergies? Allergies you passed along to Matt? For Christ’s sake, Greyson, I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you lately, but you need to get it together. If Matt’s sick, that means Mark is going to get sick, then my entire front of house team gets it. What do you think you are, twenty-three years old? You can’t go out every single night and sleep around with anything that has a hole and also have an eighty-hour-a-week job. You’re not a kid, Greyson. This behavior? It’s childish. And I’m fuckin’ sick of it.”

Greyson stood there and took it, his mouth in a hard line. “Okay,” he said after a beat.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” he repeated. “You’re right. I’ll – hh! HhhIGSTZH-ue! Huh! HuhhESTCHZUE!” The chef sneezed painfully into his elbow, cleared his throat, and righted himself. “I’ll stop. It’s childish. Okay?” his voice was nasal, hoarse, and tight, as though he was on the verge of tears. All the fight Elijah had brought to the back kitchen was rung out of him like a washcloth at the end of a long bath.

“Um,” he said, “okay. Good. Now, go home. I’ll call in Shelly, I’m closing the books, it’ll be an easy night. Go rest so you can be good for the weekend.”

The chef just nodded, not making eye contact. “Heard,” he said, packing up his things. He didn’t beg to stay, didn’t insist that he was fine. He just picked up his bag, nodded at Elijah, and said, “See you tomorrow.”

Elijah was so in shock, he didn’t even respond until Greyson was out the door. “Yeah,” he mumbled, blinking. “See you tomorrow.”

***

The pulse of the music thumped in time with Greyson’s headache; it was oddly soothing, if a little disconcerting how in tune the two were.

“I’ll take andother,” he called to the bartender as loudly as he could muster. The bartender nodded, brought the bottle over, and topped him off, smiling seductively all the while.

“This one’s on the house, love,” he said in a faint British accent that Greyson couldn’t decide was real or fake. “What’s your name?”

“You’re very cute,” Greyson slurred, all levity out the window three drinks ago. “But I’mb sick as a dog, and I’mb ndot trying to pass it around any mbore than I already have.”

The bartender laughed. “This job is worse than a daycare when it comes to germs,” he said over the thrum of the crowd and the bass of the music. “Pretty sure I’m immune to just about everything at this point.”

Greyson let a sloppy smile paint his face. “Mbust be ndice,” he said, taking a swallow of his drink, then turning to his elbow to cough. “I work in a kitchend, it’s just about as bad but I haven’t seemed to gain any immu – immu...huh...hhINGTZHH-ue! HTSHH-ue! HRSHH-ue!” Greyson pulled his white tshirt over his nose and mouth and ducked almost completely under the bar to sneeze. He swore under his breath, sucked in through his nose, and sat himself upright once again. The bartender tutted in sympathy.

“Poor thing,” he said, smiling slyly. “You should be in bed.”

He wasn’t wrong; after Elijah’s blowup, Greyson had certainly thought about doing the right thing, going home, crawling into bed and actually attempting to get better. It had only been noon when he left the restaurant, and if he didn’t have to be in til noon the next day, that was almost a full twenty-four hours that he could spend doing nothing except relaxing, resting… being alone with his thoughts…

Yeah, that wasn’t about to happen.

Instead, Greyson had walked forty blocks to Greenwich and had lunch at one of his favorite spots. He’d moved on to a coffee shop from there, writing in his little black notebook recipes that he wanted to try out at Elliot’s. After that, he’d stopped into a CVS and bought them out of dayquil; three or four swigs later, and he was on his phone rapidly texting anyone he’d slept with in the past two months to see if they wanted to hang out. They did not.

The failed attempts at a hookup sent him into a darker place than he’d like to admit, so Greyson decided four pm was late enough to start drinking, and he took a cab back to midtown to begin his nightly spiral. The bar with the cute bartender was stop number four of the evening; at stop two, the dayquil had worn off. By stop three, he was coughing every time he took too deep of a breath. This was the stop where he’d given up the facade of health and just allowed himself to be the grossest person at the bar – much to everyone but this bartender’s chagrin.

“Yeah,” he said to the bartender, “you’re probably right.”

The bartender winked and turned back to the other bar patrons, leaving Greyson to sit foggy-headed and cold, alone with his whiskey. He looked at the clock on his phone – 11:45PM. The restaurant was probably empty by now. He wondered if Elijah was still there, finishing up paperwork; he thought about texting him, then remembered the blowup again. Greyson put his phone away, pulled a fifty out of his wallet, and ducked out of the bar.

It was cold outside; it was barely September, but Greyson could definitely feel that fall was in the air. He didn’t realize until now that he’d forgotten his jacket at work. Fuck.

Greyson shoved his hands into his pockets, shivering – there was no way he was going to make it back to his apartment without a jacket. The chef looked up at the street signs and realized he was only a block or two from the restaurant. Fuck it, he thought, sneezing into his exposed elbow. I’m getting that jacket.

***

It had been a long shift.

Shelly was great, really – she was just young, and a little bit scared of the enormity of running a restaurant. Elijah had figured that out at about seven pm, when she was nearly in tears with just six tickets on the board. But they had gotten through it, with Elijah taking over expo and Shelly running inside middle. It was fine. Long? Yes. But fine.

At eleven, the restaurant had emptied and with it went the servers, cooks, and junior managers. Elijah finished up his paperwork, locked the front door, set the alarm, and sat down at the empty bar with a glass of whiskey – just him, the thrum of the heater, and the restaurant.

When he was feeling really low, Elijah would spend hours like this; just sitting at his bar, looking out into the dining room, reeling in what he had created. This space was his, a place that he had spent his entire life clawing upwards for, despite the drone of older restaurateurs telling him he was too young, or too poor, or too talentless to own his own place. Elijah hadn’t grown up with money, or support, or any kind of nepotism that would have propelled him into this field, but he’d grown up with something most people hadn’t – drive. Passion. An absolute need to succeed, despite it all. Sometimes he needed to remind himself of that.

He knew that no one could really understand his reasons for being as anal as he was about everything in the restaurant – not even Greyson, though his counterpart came close. Often, Elijah felt like he spent his life explaining himself; explaining why he wasn’t married or even dating at thirty-nine, explaining why things had to be done a certain way so that appliances and tables and chairs and glassware and plates would last as long as humanly possible; explaining why people should care about his restaurant, his vision. Sometimes, Elijah wished he didn’t have this fire inside him. This passion for his work. He knew damn well his life would be easier if he didn’t.

Elijah looked at his phone as midnight approached, thinking about the day, thinking about Greyson. He wished things had gone down differently this morning, but he know Greyson could be like a kid when it came to arguments – quick to forgive, quick to forget. Sometimes that made Elijah feel even worse; he wished the other man would scream back at him, give in to his baser desires like Elijah was so wont to do when it came to arguing. Greyson saved those more carnal instincts for after work, Elijah supposed.

It would be worked out by tomorrow, whether Elijah wanted it to or not. He sighed, drained his glass, and went to turn off the lights behind the bar – when the alarm began blaring.

Elijah froze in his tracks. Who the fuck was breaking into the restaurant?

The GM burst through the doors to the kitchen and ran towards the back, absolutely nothing to defend him in his hands. If he was defending his restaurant, he was doing so with his bare hands; he’d figuratively clawed his way up to this position, he would certainly literally claw someone’s eyes out if they attempted to take it from him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Elijah heard someone at the back door before he saw them. He slowed his pace when he heard the voice. Greyson.

“Grey?” Elijah called, turning the corner and seeing the chef clumsily attempting to turn the alarm off. Greyson was wearing just a tshirt and jeans despite it being near-freezing outside, and the way he was fumbling with the alarm system meant he was almost certainly wasted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Greyson turned to his boss and smiled, lopsided. He looked like shit; he was as pale as his shirt, his nose was bright red and running so much that he had taken to swiping a hand under it every few seconds, and Elijah could hear the wheeze in every breath he took. “Oh, thangk God,” he said, moving out of the way so Elijah could turn the alarm system off. “I thought if that back was opend, I could just sneak in. To grab mby jacket.” Greyson coughed away from Elijah, an angry, productive sound that made the GM flinch. “Sorry,” Greyson said. “It’s cold outside.”

“I’m well aware,” Elijah said, turning away from the now-silent alarm. “What are you doing out? You’re supposed to be at home. Getting better. Remember, I sent you home twelve hours ago? What have you been doing, out partying? You’re sick, Greyson.”

“I kndow, I kndow,” Greyson said, yanking the rubber band out of his hair and letting it fall wildly around his shoulders. “I just… I… hh… huh! HuhhhIGTSZHH-ue! HTSH! HRSHH-uh! Fuck – HNGSTHHZUE!” The sneezes wrenched themselves from him, rough and painful-sounding. Greyson stood, post-fit, and pushed his hair back with a hand. “Sorry,” he said, his voice wavering.

Elijah sighed; it was too late to fight. “C’mon,” he said, “let’s go sit for a bit. I can’t send you home like this.”

He led them both back to the bar and, despite his better judgment, poured them each a whiskey. Greyson coughed and took a swig of his before Elijah even sat down. “Thangks,” he said.

“Don’t mention it.” Elijah drank his whiskey slowly, trying to decide what to say to the chef. After a moment of silence so tense it could be sliced through with a butcher knife, both Elijah and Greyson attempted to start a conversation at the same time.

“Grey, I -”

“Lij, it’s-”

They both stopped, smiled at the absurdity, and Elijah motioned to the chef as if to say the floor is yours.

“Ndo, you go ahead,” Greyson said, sipping his drink. “Besides, I cand barely talk.”

Elijah couldn’t disagree with him there, so he let out one forced little laugh and then sighed. “Grey, I’m sorry. Really. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Grey,” Elijah said finally, turning towards his friend, “what’s been going on, really? You’re… something is wrong. You’re not… you.”

Greyson shrugged. “I shouldn’t be bringing every disease kndown to mban into the restaurant, but here we are,” he said, coughing into his fist. Elijah laughed in earnest this time, and the two of them lapsed into silence once again.

Greyson pursed his lips, downed the rest of his drink, and cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re right. I’mb ndot.” The chef sighed and turned his barstool towards Elijah. “It’s… it’s the whole Collin thing. It’s beend… a lot harder than I thought it would be. Getting over himb.” Greyson sniffled; Elijah was unsure if it was illness-related, or if the other man was crying. He was quickly given an answer when Greyson wrenched to the side – “HGTSHH-ue! Hh! HhhNGTSHZ-ue!” The chef wiped his nose on the back of his hand and cringed. “Sorry,” he said.

Elijah shook his head. “Dude,” he said, “you could’ve just told me you were taking it harder than you expected. You know I’m always here if you need to talk. I thought we were friends.”

“Lij, we are friends, but like… I don’t kndow. It’s weird talking to you about this shit because you don’t… I don’t kndow, fuck up. You take everything in stride, like it all rolls off your back. I’mb ndot like that. Plus, you literally ndever date - I’ve ndever kndown you to have a single girlfriend, let alonde break up with someone, and we’ve kndown each other for years.” Greyson pressed his hand into one of his eyes and groaned. “Fuck, I thingk I’mb getting andother fuckigg sindus infection,” he muttered. Elijah gave his friend a pointed look.

“The fact that you know off the top of you head exactly what that feels like definitely says something about these past few months,” he said, prompting a sharp laugh and the middle finger from Greyson. Elijah smiled. “You’re right,” he said, after a beat. “I don’t date. There was a girl, a long time ago – before I bought this place. I thought we were going to get married one day.”

Greyson’s eyebrows shot up, headache clearly forgotten. “Ndo way,” he said. “You’re shitting mbe. You? What was her name? Do I know her?”

Elijah laughed. “You don’t know her,” he said. “She was actually a chef, too, at this vegan brunch place in the Financial District. But she wanted kids, she wanted me to have a job where I could be home in the evenings…” Elijah shrugged, a fingernail digging into a groove in the bar top. “It just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Dude,” Greyson said, placing a hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, man.”

Elijah shrugged again, and looked back up at Greyson. “It was a long time ago,” he said. “But I mean – I do get it. Heartbreak, that is. You can talk to me about anything, Greyson. And I’m not some let-it-roll-off-your-back, take-it-in-stride monolith, either.” He smiled, attempting to break the tension. “Obviously I get pissed all the time so just… talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

The two of them sat in silence once again, neither really knowing the right thing to say next. Finally, Greyson’s body broke the tension: “HNGTSHH-ue! God, fuck,” the chef reached across the bar and attempted to blow his nose in a cocktail napkin – to no avail.

“Bless you,” Elijah said, and Greyson nodded.

“Thangks,” he said, slowly lowering his head to the bar top. “Fuck, I feel like such hot garbage. The going out every ndight thigg is definitely ndot for anyone over thirty.”

Elijah couldn’t help but cackle. “And you wonder why I have a two-drink-maximum hard line? I’d be dead on the floor if I drank like you and Matt. Welcome to old age, bud.”

“Yeah, you mbight be on to something there,” Greyson said, closing his eyes. “Definitely ndot gonna be hooking up with anyone under twenty-five anymbore, either. They’re all cesspools. HGTSHH-ue!”

“Bless,” Elijah said again. “Want me to drive you home?”

Greyson opened one red, watering eye. “In a mbinute,” he said. “I just ndeed to...rest mby eyes.”

Elijah pursed his lips to keep from laughing at the spectacle that was Greyson; mouth-breathing, whiskey-smelling, chest-crackling Greyson. Heartbreak didn’t look good on anyone, but on him it was especially rough. Within moments, the chef was snoring.

Elijah shook his head, stripped a table of its clean white cloth, and placed it over Greyson’s shoulders. Rest was rest, he figured. Elijah poured himself a rare third drink and sat next to his ailing friend.

“Sleep well, Chef,” he said, and took a long pull.

#whiskeyswriting #snz #sickfic #snzfic #coldfic #snzblr #snez #male cold #male snz #contagion #another long one gah sorry guys #if you made it this far i hope you liked it!!#& prompts are always open im always looking for inspiration #❤️❤️

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Hey, hey! I decided that instead of having a bunch of separate prompt lists it’d be easier to have one big one. So I combined all my prompt lists together to make one big list. This means I can just reblog whenever new ones are added! So same deal as usual, if you wanna request just pick some things from this list with your character choice :D

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐞:

“I don't feel well.”

“I'm fine. Stop worrying”

“Relax, it's just a cold.”

“I'm not sick. I literally do not get sick”

“I think I'm coming down with something.”

“Its just allergies!” (Totally isn't)

“No. I don't have hayfever.”

“Can we take a bath together?”

“Does my forehead feel warm to you?”

“I’ve missed you today.”

“I can't be sick right now! I have so much stuff I need to do”

“Is it cold in here, or is it just me?”

“Is it warm in here, or is it just me?”

“Baby, can you pass me the tissues?”

“Don't freak out but...”

“I’d keep your distance babe, this is pretty gross.”

“Do we have any coughdrops?”

"Cmon, you know I don’t get sick.“

"My head feels funny”

"I just need some sleep, I’ll be fine"

"Please stop worrying"

"Wait!.. Don’t go.“

“I’m Wallowing in self-pity.”

"Couldn’t you keep your cold to yourself?“

"Stay still, you’re making me dizzy.”

"…The central heating broke.“

"I’ll rest later! I have really important work stuff to finish.”

*sniff* “No, I don’t need a tissue.”

“Woah… Why is the room spinning?”

“Tissues are for sick people!”

“This isnt fair! Germs should see me and run the opposite way”

“You infected me.”

“I caught your stupid cold!”

*sniff* “We ran out of tissues.”

“Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.”

“I'm really gross right now.”

“Can we shower together?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our plans…”

“I don’t need you to check my temperature, Im fine!”

“I thought the medicine was non-drowsy…”

“I’m not drinking it! It tastes disgusting!”

“Can we cuddle?”

“I don’t think I can walk straight right now.”

“If you keep kissing me then you’re going to catch this junk.”

“I think that maybe…possibly… I might be sick.”

“Can we please just snuggle on the sofa?”

“I'm just trying to get all this work done! I have no time to rest.”

“You’re overreacting, Im fine!”

“All I’ve done today is catch your cold!”

“You don’t need to worry about me sweetie.”

“I’ve felt worst.”

“You probably shouldn’t kiss me.”

“Hey! Your gonna catch this now.”

“Do I look okay to you?”

“I must look a mess…”

“I’m not really feeling too hot.”

“This can't be happening-“

“Can you budge up, I wanna lay with you.”

“You need to stop worrying about me.”

“Im going back to bed.”

“I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?”

“Naps are only for babies and old people. Im neither.”

“I felt funny this morning, but it wasn’t this bad.”

“I don't care what you talk about, can you just keep talking?”

“I'm a little out of it today.”

“We need to buy more tissues.”

“I do not have a cold!”

“I can't use toilet paper, it makes my nose get all chapped!”

“I'm not pouting…”

“I'm allowed to be miserable.”

“Oh Im sorry. Is my sickness bothering you?”

“You worry too much.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick.”

“It’s a cold. I’ll live.”

“Hey! Don’t tease me whilst I'm sick!”

“You gonna nurse me back to health?”

“I'm not feeling too hot.”

“You better not complain when you catch this.”

“I'm just a little under the weather that’s all.”

“I said I was fine.”

“I don’t need you to nurse me, I'm perfectly fine.”

“Y’know… I heard cuddles can cure colds quick.”

“I sneezed twice, is that a crime?”

“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

“It's just a silly little cold.”

“Do you actually think I’ve had time to go out and get a flu-shot?”

“It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles.”

“I want a hug.”

“Don’t get lost in the sea of tissues.”

“I'm not grumpy.”

“Sharing is caring afterall.”

“Can you just shut up for a second?”

“That medicine tastes gross.”

“I just can't stop sneezing!”

“I don’t get colds.”

“You don’t need to take care of me, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re really sweet for wanting to look after me like this.”

“I totally just got my germs all over you!”

“We were meant to go out tonight!”

“I didn’t want to cancel on you…”

“Is it obvious..?”

“Did you come home just to look after me?”

“Aw, you made me soup?”

“You’re literally my favourite person on earth right now.”

“Can I lie on you?”

“Can you turn the lights off, they’re giving me a migraine.”

“I think I caught that bug you had.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“My boss won't let me take a sick day.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

"Why are you laughing at my misery?"

“Are you seriously going to say bless you every single time I sneeze?”

“I think I’m catching something.”

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“For the hundredth time, I am not sick!"

“I don’t don’t have time or energy to be sick right now.”

“Can you please stop pacing, you’re making me dizzy.”

“You gonna nurse me back to health then, Show me some bedside manner?”

“Jeez, if thats your beside manner, I’d rather take my chances on my own.”

“I can feel you drawing shapes on my back… it’s nice.”

“Maybe I should get you sick too so we can be miserable together.”

“I can’t tell if this movie is just boring or its because I’m sick but I’m really sleepy.”

“You’ll stay here while I sleep?”

“You’re hovering…”

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞:

“You feeling alright?”

“Bless you! Are you sure you're ok? You never sneeze this much.”

“Babe, im saying this in the nicest way possible, you look like shit”

“Your cheeks are flushed”

“Let me feel your forehead.”

“We need to get that fever down.”

“I’ve never seen you this sick.”

“So much for your perfect immune system.”

“We’re going back inside.”

“Jeez, you look half-dead.”

“Let's get home so we can get you feeling better.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Your health isn't a joke.”

“Thats it. You're going to bed.”

“Let's just cuddle”

“Your never usually so quiet.”

“Aw, you're all sniffly.”

“Wow. Bless you! That didn't sound too good.”

“I'm going to take care of you.”

“Would you like some tea?”

"You look like death warmed over.“ "Bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?”

"I’m getting you something for that fever.“

"Make sure you wear something warm.”

"You’re going to catch your death out here.“

"Slow down, you’re slurring your words.”

"I’m going to run you a bath.“

"Baby you're shivering.”

"Your eyes are glassy.“

"Aw, your nose is all red.”

"You know we own tissues for a reason, right?“

"You need some more rest.”

"What are you doing up? You’re supposed to be in bed.“

"How did you get manage to get this sick, this fast”

"Date night can wait, your health is what’s important.“

"Blow your nose, I can’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

You can’t drive home in your condition.”

”There’s no way you’re going to stay home alone like this.”

“Please let me look after you.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, everybody gets sick.”

“Please just sit down for a moment.”

“I’m not going to take that personally, your high on meds.”

“You shouldn’t be walking around when you’re this sick.”

“You can barely stand, nevermind go out and do a full day’s work.”

“If you sneeze one more time, I’m going to start getting worried.”

“Baby… Are you sick?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Do you need me to get you anything?”

“How about we just snuggle and watch some movies.”

”Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”

“It’s not like you to get this sick.”

“You really should be resting.”

“Please just lay down for me baby.”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Can you make it back to the bedroom?”

“Hmm… I’m keeping my eye on you.”

“You’ll feel better if you go and lie down.”

“Stop sniffling and go blow your nose.”

“Maybe you should just take it easy.”

“Your too stubborn for your own good.”

“You sound like you could use some more sleep.”

“God bless you!”

“Aw sweetie, your nose is all runny.”

“Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.”

“You’re not feeling well… are you?”

“Your shivering baby.”

“You’re sweating.”

“You’re definitely running a fever.”

“I’m going to need to take your temperature.”

“You should take my jacket.”

“Hey, hey, we can worry about that once you’re feeling better.”

“You’re past the contagious phase… right?”

“Make sure to drink plenty of fluids.”

“Let’s just have a lazy day.”

“Was it really worthy getting soaked?”

“I told you to wear something warm.”

“Are these flowers bothering you?”

“Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles.”

“There’s no way that you’d make it past lunch in your condition.”

“We could shower together if that’d make you feel any better.”

“The steam will help with your congestion.”

“Goodness, you look like your about to pass out.”

“Baby you’re delirious.”

“Let’s just get you home and into bed.”

“Its your fever that’s making you feel cold.”

“We should really get you in a cool bath.”

“You can’t work in your condition.”

“There’s no need to worry. I have everything covered, just relax.”

“Wait… You’re not allergic to that, are you?”

“I didn’t know you had cat allergies!”

“Want me to make you some soup?”

“Do you need me to carry you?”

“You’ve been sniffling all day.”

“Do you need any extra blankets?”

“Baby please let me take you home.”

“I have tissues in the car.”

“You can sleep in the car, don’t worry, I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”

“You’re not ruining anything.”

“You should really try and eat something.”

“Those sniffles of yours really turning into something, huh?”

”There's way you're going out. Not with that cold.”

“You’re looking a bit pale sweetheart.”

“Use a tissue for god's sake!”

“You’re not one to go quiet, what's up?”

“My poor baby is all sniffly, aren’t you?”

“Oh honey… You can't be outside like this.”

“Don’t be offended or anything. But you look horrible.”

“I think you caught my cold…”

“It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.”

“You’re in bed early. You feeling alright?”

“Oh my god. You’re completely burning up!”

“I think your fever is spiking.”

“We should get you into bed.”

“Cmon, let's get you into the shower.”

“You need a tissue?”

“Jeez, blow your nose before you drown in your own mucus.”

“Don’t worry, I'm gonna take care of you.”

“How long have you been like this?”

“If you’re trying to be subtle, I'm sorry but you’re doing an awful job.”

“I bet I could toast a marshmallow on your forehead.”

“I think you have the flu, nobody’s ever this sick with a cold.”

“Want some ice cream for your throat?”

“We’re going home, right now.”

“Come on, let's get you wrapped in warm.”

“Let’s get you in the shower.”

“We’re gonna stop at the pharmacy, okay?”

“You can sleep in the car.”

“You’re home early?”

“Do you not see how pale you are right now?”

“Let's get you into bed.”

“Cut the crap. I know you’re sick.”

“Hush now, otherwise you’re going to lose your voice.”

“I don’t think that’s exactly hygienic.”

“You’re kinda cute when you’re all sick and needy like this.”

“I'm now going to give you some tissues and pretend I never saw that.”

“You need to wear something warmer.”

“If you don’t get into bed willingly then I will personally carry you there.”

“I thought you said that you were feeling better?”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed; you’re allowed to be sick.”

“Are the rumours true, is the (name) actually sick?”

“I’d kiss you right now if you weren’t contagious.”

“Your too stubborn for your own good.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“I told you that you should stay home from work today.”

“Okay Ms I’m-not-sick, tell me why you sneezed five times in the span of an hour.”

“Are you done pretending you’re fine?”

“The only place you’re going is back to bed.”

“I know, sweetie, but you have to take it so your fever goes down.”

“Did you manage to get much sleep? I heard you tossing and turning all night.”

“You might be coming down with something....”

“You’ve really got the sniffles today, haven’t you?”

“I’m not leaving you until i know you’re better, and that’s final.”

"When were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

"You're sick. If you overexert yourself, you're gonna get sicker."

“Great… Now I have your germs all over me.”

“I swear to god, If you don’t get back in bed, I will physically drag you there.”

#Prompts #Prompt List #sickfic prompts #whump prompts #snzfic prompts #comfort prompts #sickfic #snzfic #whump #comfort #fluff #my prompts #illness #flu #snz #sickness #caretaking

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aller-geez · 11 months

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FINALLY, The fic I have been teasing!

Well, part 1 of 2!

(I may have gotten a little carried away with the preface of the night before, and after 4000 words I decided I needed to split it…)

Part 2 should be out in the next few days, and will be in collaboration with the lovely @thekinkyleopard who also owns Levi 🖤

Please enjoy some cold denial, obviously snz, some holdbacks (or I guess Rem’s attempts at holding back..) and of course, miserable Remi on the night before his 29th birthday 🖤

“So, the big 29 is tomorrow, huh, big guy?” The deep voice of his brother-in-law followed by the gentle nudge he gave the wolf’s shoulder broke him from the fog he was in, his slightly duller than usual green eyes adjusting back to reality as he turned his attention to the man next to him. With almost anyone else, Remi would have at the very least had some choice words for the person touching him, however, Biziil was already like a brother to him. The silver haired man had been dating both Remi and Levi’s sisters for a while now, and the girls never had anything bad to say about him. In fact, Remi couldn’t have picked out a better man himself for his sister, even if he was slightly intimidating to the large wolf.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Remi responded with a small flash of a smile, clearing his throat gently as he adjusted himself in his wooden chair, the loud chatter of the crowded restaurant all blending together in the background around them. Remi seemed a little more distracted tonight than he usually did, although it was was a widely known fact that the wolf also hated his birthday. “Levi’s even making me have a party this year.” Remi’s head lolled towards the white haired man next to him who was deep in conversation with the two girls who sat on the opposite side of the booth, their fingers intertwined with each other’s as they chatted along. The mention of his name pulled Levi’s attention away from the girls and he smiled brightly at his boyfriend, who now sat with his head rested on his hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of him, but he still returned his smile as their eyes locked.

“What about Levi?” The leopard asked with a grin, taking notice of how tired his boyfriend looked as he sat there, the dark circles under the mans eyes hard to miss even in the dimly lit restaurant.

“Rem was just telling me about how you’re making him have a party this year?” Biz snorted a laugh as he grabbed his half full glass of water from the table, fixing the straw between his lips before sipping it.

Remi felt miles away even if he only sat a few feet from the group.

The wolf had been scrounging around the bus earlier that afternoon for a change of clothes while Levi was out running a last minute errand, and stumbled upon a black plastic bag that was tied up and stuffed in the back reaches of their shared closet. In his hurry to find something usable, all common sense was thrown to the wind and his sharp nails made quick work of the plastic, tearing a large hole into the side and allowing a light blue sweater to lazily spill out onto the floor. Without finding any other options thus far, the desperate wolf peeled the sweater from the bag, and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply through his nose for a sniff test. Instantly, the large man’s bright green eyes began to water, an intense tickle building rapidly throughout his sinuses. “What the—?” The sweater was quickly removed from his face, and suddenly the soft black and grey hairs that littered the fabric where his face once was pressed caught his attention. Too late now.

“H’TSCHH!! HIHH’ITSCHH’IEWW!” Remi sneezed openly, spraying the sweater he held out in front of him. With a suddenly wet sniffle, the wolf grumbled obscenities under his breath, throwing the sweater deep into the closet again. Although that did nothing for the ever present tickle that now made itself home in the back of his nose. “Hhh..” His breath hitched, allergic tears threatening to spill over his eyelids already from the intensity. Waving one large hand in front of his face, his features remained twisted in pure helplessness as he tried to coax out the release he was denied. A few moments pass, and the stubborn itch retreated back into his nose, leaving the wolf painfully congested and desperate for the onslaught to subside. With the knuckle of his index finger pressed under his nose, Remi quickly made his way into the bathroom, where he fumbled to open the medicine cabinet on the wall, the mirror hitting the paint behind it as it flung open. As his thin fingers combed through the various bottles of god knows what they had in the cabinet, the burning within his nose made itself known yet again, despite his knuckle pressed against his septum. Remi never was any good at holding them back..

“H’IITSSCHHH’IIEW!! IH’TTSCHH! —TSCHH!” Each itchy sneeze continued to get messier, until his hand was soaked in small droplets, his eyes watering so badly he could barely see. With a quick swipe, he tore off a small amount of the toilet paper that hung up on the wall beside him, and blew his uncooperative nose into it with a thick gurgle. Thankfully, it was enough to repel the intense quivering of his nostrils enough to be able to locate the familiar white and pink bottle of Benadryl that was tucked in the corner of the cabinet.

“There you are, you little shit..” Remi grumbled, fishing two pink pills from the bottle and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them with ease with just the saliva in his mouth. As the pills slid down his throat, his now bloodshot eyes flew open, realizing his terrible mistake. “Welp, I hope I bake it till the edd of didder with Biz add the girls before passigg out..” The wolf muttered to himself, his voice thick with congestion, replacing the cap on the bottle of Benadryl and sniffling wetly.

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“Yeah, of course I’m making him have a party this year! The man is horrible about his birthday and hasn’t even let me celebrate for the past 3 years!” Levi playfully put his hands on his hips as he spoke, an excited grin plastered on his freckled cheeks. He had been planning things to do for Remi’s birthday party for weeks; since Remi gave him the ‘shrug of approval’ after intense pleading on Levi’s part. When the man was asleep, he planned to decorate the bus they lived in to surprise him, and he had the recipe perfected for an amazing cake he just knew Remi would absolutely love. The gang was to come over to party and celebrate with them until the next morning, to which they were all going to head over to Remi’s favorite diner to have breakfast. It was a typical Levi plan, which is the only reason the grumpy wolf agreed to the idea.

Still propped up on the table on one elbow, the large man smiled back at the leopard, a breathy chuckle leaving him in response to the very true accusation. As he opened his mouth to explain himself to Biz’s and the girl’s shocked gaze, the familiar tickle in his nose that he knew so well caught him off guard, causing the wolf to gasp slightly before scrubbing at his twitchy nostrils with his knuckles.

“Hey, you good?” Biz’s concern for his brother in law was apparent in his tone, his violet eyes searching Remi’s exhausted, run down features. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

Remi shook his head quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him in defense as his other hand rubbed deep, full circles against his nose, trying desperately to kill the distracting itch. “No, no, definitely not.. I Hahh-..” The tickle in the wolf’s nose only seemed to get more intense the more he tried to make it go away, causing his breath to catch but not enough to be productive, leaving his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering helplessly. After a moment of suspense and nothing to show for it, he slumped back into the wooden chair with a frustrated sigh.

“No way, by allergies are actigg up.” Remi finally finished, trying to ignore the concerned look his boyfriend was giving him from down the booth. “I accidedtally foudd Levi’s jacket he wears after shiftigg earlier.. I swear its really just allergies. I’b fide,” The wolf’s voice was thick with congestion but he was able to give the others a rather convincing smile, despite how tight his face felt already from the building pressure behind his eyes. One thin hand suddenly came to rest on the wolf’s knee, and Levi scooted in towards his boyfriend, rubbing tenderly in reassurance.

Levi already knew. Remi might have been able to convince himself that he wasn’t going to be out of commission tomorrow, but the feline knew his mate better than anyone else. But then again, who was he to give him a reality check?

With a wet snort, Remi’s gaze was adverted to the floor beside him, a soft blush dusting his already reddened cheeks from the amount of eyes on him. By this time, Meeko and Connie who were still sitting as close as possible to each other with their fingers still interlocked were even focused on him, his younger sister’s lime green eyes laced with worry.

“Rem, are you sure? You just look really tired..” The pitiful tone of the girl’s voice made him grit his teeth tightly, and when Biziil clapped one of his own pale hands against Remi’s shoulder empathetically, the wolf flew up from the table, his heavy wooden chair squeaking loudly as it was forced back. The group suddenly became silent to watch the volatile man, unsure what to expect from the sudden outburst.

“Excuse be..” Remi grumbled, his voice hitching on the last word almost silently, but it definitely caught the attention of his boyfriend.

Without another word, he excused himself from the table, quickly darting for the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. His nostrils flared helplessly under the single knuckle he scrubbed desperately against them, bright toxic green orbs quickly filling with tears as he tried to hold back the tickle that tried so desperately to escape.

Not here.. not in front of so many people.. the wolf thought to himself in a panic.

His long legs carried him quickly through both of the crowded dining rooms, around booths and tables full of people who gave him a judgmental glare as he slid past them, and finally into the hallway that would obscure him from watchful eyes that led directly to both bathrooms before the buzzing of his nose finally won out.

“H-h’ngkt’ischhh!! HhH’Nght’tschh!” Remi half stifled into his elbow before once again scrubbing at his itchy nose, the release having done nothing to relieve the tickle that burned within his sinuses. “Nnnng..” he groaned after exhaling slowly, his head swiftly filling up with more congestion. Suddenly, the wolf had a hand at his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before the familiar body of his mate was wrapped around his waist from behind, causing him to jump in response before relaxing into him. Remi wasn’t usually startled whenever healthy, however the somehow both stuffed and runny nose he currently had definitely blocked his ability to smell anyone approaching him, thus making him an easy target.

“You okay back here, my love?” Levi’s sweet voice was like music to the wolf’s stuffed ears, and the anxiety melted from his rugged features. The cat’s thin arms rubbed at his mate’s chest tenderly, a freckled cheek pressed against the man’s warm back. With a telling liquidy snuffle, Remi swiped at his streaming nose with the sleeve of his suit, a wet trail joining the rest that already stained the fabric there.

“Yeah, I just dod’t wadt to be babied by by sister add her boyfriedd because by allergies are actigg up..” The large man grumbled thickly, his pride obviously hurt by the interaction.

Levi couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at how someone of Remi’s size could have such a LARGE ego, but he only tightened his tender grasp on the wolf’s frame when he felt the familiar swell of his chest.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!! iht’tsschieww!” The large man pitched forward sharply with each sneeze, his eyes streaming against the single index finger he had pressed against his septum. Thankfully his last fit seemed to keep the irritating tickle at bay, climbing back up into his overcrowded sinuses, and leaving him slightly dazed. Purring softly behind him, Levi fished in his own pocket for the tissues he always carried for just occasions like this, and once his thin fingers slid past the plastic that wrapped them, he stuffed the personal pack of tissues into the wolf’s slightly clammy hands. The older man tossed him a defeated look of gratitude, before pulling out a tissue from the top and loudly blowing his nose into it.

“Cmon baby, let’s go home. Biz already picked up the tab for us for your birthday, and he and the girls said they’d be over tomorrow for your party.” Levi cooed, still wrapped around Remi’s waist from behind.

Remi let out a raspy sigh. He would never admit it, but he did kinda feel like shit.. The constant buzzing in his nose just seemed to get more and more aggressive as time went on, and he was starting to get a very raw feeling down his throat that made him a little uneasy.

Shaking his head quickly to dismiss any other thoughts, the raven haired man snuffled through his full nostrils, and finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go home..”

“Okay Mr. Birthday Boy! I know it’s not your birthday quite yet, but you get to pick the movie we watch before bed, okay?” Levi chimed happily as the two men pushed their way through the door of their fully converted school bus RV. The leopard was cheery as always, prancing up the stairs into the living room with his butt swaying back and forth with excitement. Remi, however, came trudging up slowly behind him, trying to hide the pure exhaustion that coated his features. He flashed a tired smirk in the leopards direction, already peeling the jacket to his suit off of his muscular frame and tossing it lazily to the side.

“I feel like you already know what I’m going to pick though..” he chuckled in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly to avoid the cough that caught in his chest as he spoke. Remi was notorious for always picking the same movie; his one guilty pleasure comfort that Levi was the only one besides his sister, Meeko, that knew about.

“Rem, come onnnn…” Levi whined to his mate playfully, removing his own suit jacket and folding it neatly over his arm, unlike the large man in front of him. “That can’t seriously be the only movie you ever want to watch..” The leopard gave Remi a quick shake of his head to show his shame, the white strands of his hair falling messily across his freckled forehead.

By this time, the wolf had managed to completely strip out of his fitting smoke grey suit down to just his boxers, the sudden quick bobs of his head as he changed causing his already noticeably red nostrils to leak profusely.

“Uh, Hey, who’s birthday is it agaid? Whed it’s your birthday you get to pick the bovie…“ Remi smirked again while helplessly dabbing at the already raw, chapped skin around his nostrils with a tissue he had retrieved from his suit, which brought a sarcastic eye roll from Levi, but was followed a smile. With another thick snort and a grumble under his breath at the ever present congestion that filled his already rather empty head, Remi managed to retrieve a deep crimson button up sweater from the back of the couch beside him and lazily drape it over his lanky frame.

Levi had already thrown on some teal silk sweatpants and a tee shirt in place of his once formal attire, and was sifting through their surprisingly large collection of movies with thin fingers, his butt wiggling in the air behind him. When the cat managed to find the movie he was looking for, he clicked his tongue loudly before swiping it from its place and thrusting it in the air above his head with a huge grin.

“Found it!” The feline giggled happily, bouncing back over to their shared bed that was blanketed in stuffies, with Remi already making himself comfortable in his usual spot with the small pack of tissues clutched tightly in one hand.

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the adorable picture Remi made among all of the brightly colored plushies, the wolf’s red cheeks and nose giving him a more animated appearance despite his constantly streaming eyes and mouth that hung slightly ajar as he struggled to breathe through the congestion. The cat’s ivory hands popped open the disk case, and carefully took out the DVD by the edges, before sliding it into the DVD player on their tv that hung on the wall of the bus. After a few seconds, the black screen faded to the title screen.

“The Princess Bride” the screen said in large letters, the familiar music causing a smile to tug at the corners of Remi’s mouth. Once the movie began to play, Levi scurried quickly back to the large bed, diving under the blankets and wrapping himself in the wolf’s strong arms, sighing in contentment when the older man pulled him tightly to his chest.

Remi could recite every line of The Princess Bride, and against the leopard’s wishes, usually did so under his breath throughout the whole movie, bright green orbs locked on the TV. However, this time was a bit different..

The words Levi had got accustomed to having breathed directly into his ear were scarce and far between this time, every few moments punctuated by an unproductive snuffle that seemed to get more and more frustrated as they went on. As they neared introducing Remi’s favorite character which usually drew a large reaction from the wolf, the buzzing that had finally subsided within his dampened nostrils roared to the front of his sinuses before he had a chance to catch it.

“h’dzzshh’uu! —’tschuu!!” Remi sneezed openly to the side, the air suddenly misted with hundreds of small droplets that cascaded down on the bed, although Levi’s exposed arm got the brunt of it. Before the feline could even turn his head to address his mate, the wolf’s sensitive nose exploded into another itchy fit.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!’iuh! hih— Ht’tssch’iew!! Sdnff—!”

Without another word to Levi, his freckled fingers quickly drew a handful of tissues from the box they kept on their nightstand, and he attempted to thrust them into the wolf’s trembling hands, but the other’s face was still twisted up desperately as the burning inside his poor nose only seemed to increase.

“I’b hih—! not d-donee!” Remi hitched helplessly, his huge chest hiking up and up as his wet nostrils flared, only a small sliver of glowing green iris visible under the pools of tears that poured over his eyelids.

Thinking quickly, Levi cupped one hand around the back of Remi’s head, and the other hand full of tissues pressed firmly around the wolf’s raw nose, his thumb and index finger on each side and pressing in on his quivering nostrils just in time.

“hH’kngt! Gnxxxt’iew!! HAh—! HIH’IITSCH’IEW!” The last sneeze tore through the wolf’s throat at an unexpected volume, even making Remi grimace before sniffling a few times, taking the wad of tissues from the felines hands and fully blowing his nose into them with a liquidy gurgle. Trying to rid his sinuses of the pressure that continuously got more intense with each unsuccessful sniffle, Remi rubbed quick circles into his dampened nostrils, a soft clicking noise could be heard from inside his nose as he rubbed.

“Nnnnh, sorry babe..” Remi apologized gently to the cat who still sat perched on the bed in front of him, concern filling Levi’s ocean blue eyes as the older man ducked into his shoulder, a short fit of ticklish coughs capturing all his attention now.

“Remi..” the cat’s voice was gentle as he rolled over to now have his dainty frame wrapped around the wolf’s huge one, his fingers combing through Remi’s jet black hair in reassurance.

It only took a few moments for the rhythmic motions of his mates fingers up and down his scalp to suddenly put the large man to sleep, and before long, the thick snores from the wolf’s stuffed nose filled the bus as he slept. With a small frown, the leopard got comfortable next to the older man, his limbs draped completely over Remi as they always were when they slept.

Levi placed a tender kiss in the middle of the the wolf’s sweaty back, his lips ghosting across the dampened skin as he whispered.

“Twenty nine, huh? You’d almost think you were celebrating your birthday as One Year Sicker, and not one year older every year..”

The cat chuckled near silently to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep around the snoring wolf.

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lilysnzfet · 7 months

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🫣 5 things to make your oc sneezing in the most adorable way possible

for snz fics/wavs/drawing • feel free to like/reblog/use (snz kink blogs & 18+ please) please mention me if you do anything with it I want to melt from the cuteness

🦋 butterfly on the nose I mean it's a classic but how cute is it ? Could work with other insects too. But...Butterfly. Need I have to say more ?

❄️ a freaking snowflake. or snow. but snowflake is just so cute. Your OC looking at the sky, closing their eyes and then the snowflake is being sniffed/touching the tip of their nose ??

🎨 makeup because power in the nose/ could be inducing / self inducing or just a very cute accident (also the pressure to not sneeze too much for not destroying the work mmm potential)

🧣the scratchy scarf they wearing so they sneezed on it repeated times / their partner giving them their own scarf, softer and warmer but the fabric also made them sneeze

🧼 foam from the soap/shampoo

+bonus point if they are with their partner

++ sneezing accidentally then making a game out of it, having pleasure to inducing (also count on the steam of the warm shower/bath)

#snz kink #snzblr #snz fet #sneeze kink #snz prompt #snzfucker #snz blog #snz #snzfic

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selene-and-the-cold · 8 months

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😷🚗

hehe

A while ago, I reblogged this amazing prompt list and got this wonderful ask from you, dear anon.

😷 - “Sharing is not caring!”

🚗 - Road Trip

I'm sorry it took me ages to respond, but truth be told, I just could not decide what to do with this prompt combo. My first attempt at writing something was the most obvious one, having two SOs together in a car, one of them sharing their cold with the other.

However, then my brain decided that I had to come up with a different take on this, so I redesigned a second take, which I then binned for this last and third instalment.

What my brain came up with is this 3.8 k of roadtrip, where the burgeoning cold of one person is not the only thing that makes the trip uncomfortable.

Set in an AU where these two are actually colleagues, although their relationship status is canon in my OC-universe ^^

Hope you enjoy. And if you would have preferred that SOs sharing a cold thing, let me know ^^

Also: writing this after quite some time away from writing was so much fun. If anyone is interested in any further prompts, just send me an ask :)

CW for talk about ex relationships, implied contagion, slight mess, and mentions of sexy times, but nothing graphic

Male sneezes. M/M

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It was Tuesday. Usually, Nicholas was ok with Tuesdays. Monday was always awful. Who wanted to give up their cozy weekend in exchange for getting back to a stressful job?! Wednesday was either hopeful or terrible, depending on how the week had gone so far. Thursday was often dragging its heels or gone way to fast in the race up to the weekend, while Friday was technically weekend already, so Nicholas was cool with Fridays.

This particular Tuesday, though, was the horribly uncomfortable lovechild of a merciless Monday, an insurmountable Wednesday, and the longest Thursday ever known to mankind. At least that was how it felt.

Due to a chain of unlucky events, Nicholas found himself in a car together with his colleague Sebastian. He was a nice enough guy, the prototypical calm and tall Northern European type, blond, blue eyes. Actually quite hot. There was only one catch - Sebastian was his ex-boyfriend.

"So, how are things between you and Robert going?," Sebastian asked, in a friendly, non-chalant tone, but the question had Nicholas grab the steering wheel tighter.

"Good," he replied tight-lipped, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He did not want to have this conversation. Sebastian had no business asking questions about his new relationship.

"Only good?," Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm."

"Very good," Nicholas growled. "But that's nothing I want to discuss with you."

"Shame… seeing that you are practically glued to the guy whenever he's around. If you're set on not talking about him, you won't have much to talk about, at all, and it's going to be two looooong silent days worth of road trip."

"It's going to be two long, uncomfortable days anyway, so we might as well get started with being uncomfortable now. And please stop calling this a “road trip”. This is work and we only had to take the car because you forgot to book our flights in time!"

Nicholas huffed, then did not say anything, jaw set as if he was mentally glueing it shut for the next 48 hours.

Said uncomfortable silence stretched between them, the only noise coming from the hum of the engine and the subdued chatter on the radio.

They drove in silence for a good amount of time, both following their own trains of thought, and after a while, the long, wordless minutes kindly melted into hours.

After a while, Sebastian breathed in as if he was about to say something. Instead, his head bobbed forward. "Heh'UttSccHhIu!"

"Bless," Nicholas mumbled, out of politeness rather than true concern.

"Sorry… snfffl"

Another long stretch of silence, followed by a sharp, breathy inhale.

"HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!"

Nicholas eyed Sebastian from the side. A cloud of misty spray danced around his blonde head. In the sunlight, it looked like specks of gold.

"Bless you again."

"Snnnrfff Thag you…" Sebastian sniffled harshly, then dragged the sleeve of his shirt under his nose.

"You getting sick?"

"What? NO! Of course ndot! snnnrrff"

Nicholas didn't believe him. Sebastian had sounded so fucking insincere that one could hear the lie and denial a mile off. Which was unusual. Nicholas knew Sebastian to be an excellent liar.

"Alright then." Nicholas grumbled, decidedly not taking the bait designed to lure him into prying further into that cold denial business. Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he was angry that Nicholas had passed up his bait.

A few more minutes passed, then Nicholas could see how Sebastian's head reared back, exposing his long, pale neck. Nicholas suddenly remembered the little sighs of pleasure Sebastian had made when he had kissed it during sex.

"Hehh'ISSSsHHU!! Hueehhh… H'ESSSHH!!"

Two forceful sneezes, both uncovered, filling the car with specks of gold.

"Ugh… 'scuse mbe!"

Sebastian gave a pathetic sniffle, then rubbed his nose with his knuckles. Nicholas had a hard time focusing on the road. Fuck Sebastian and fuck his sneezes.

His annoyingly sexy sneezes.

"Would be nice if you'd cover that. Sounds like you're catching something nasty and I don't want to get whatever you caught." Nicholas said gruffly.

"Sharing is caring, isn't that how the saying goes? And I still care a great deal about you," Sebastian replied, a sly grin spreading on his face. It made him look so impeccably sexy. He had always been good at pulling of the cheeky, youthful look. Clean, straight, intelligent, and with a boyish charm that effortlessly clad him in an air of innocence. Except he wasn't.

Sebastian was a wolf in sheeps clothing and Nicholas had to keep that in mind. Actually, he had to keep a number of things in mind. All the stuff they'd need for the conference they were headed to. His boyfriend Robert, who had not called or texted after their argument three days ago, and who had ignored all of Nicholas' calls and texts. They hadn't even said goodbye or seen each other before Sebastian and Nicholas had had to set off for their work road trip, and it stung like hell, right there in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, I for one do not care, Sebastian, and you shouldn't either. And I particularly don't care for your germs all over the car."

"Hmm…" Sebastian hummed, contemplating this statement. "That's odd, because I distinctly remember times when you cared a great deal about it when I sneezed~"

Nicholas blushed fiercely, right to the tips of his ears. Shards of memories exploded in front of his inner eye unbidden. Sebastian lying on their bed, wearing nothing but his cherry-red cold-ridden nose. Their bodies intertwined in frenzied passion. Sebastian's features convulsing as he sneezed and came all at once. The warm weight of Sebastian's body against his, as Nicholas had held him tight, while Sebastian had quivered with sneeze after helpless sneeze…

Shaking his head slightly, Nicholas cleared his throat. His lips were parched, and he licked them, realizing that he had held his breath for some time.

"You remember, my heart… my Nico… don't you?," Sebastian insisted. "Our long nights and lazy days of passion. Especially those we spent after you told me all about your secret little kink…"

His voice trailed off, its absence conjuring up images of their shared past. Sebastian had often called him Nico in the intimate moments when they were sprawled out in bed after making love, their bodies a tangled mess, heavy with the contented weight of satisfaction. But Nicholas did not want to remember. He wanted to forget.

"Don't call me that! I'm neither "your heart", nor "your Nico". We're not together anymore!" Nicholas snapped.

"I am a- hhHAAhh!!.. Aaahhh!… snnfff… aware."

Sebastian hitched theatrically, then gave his nose a self-indulgent rub, massaging it until a small squelching sound was heard. Congestion building and shifting. It was almost as if Sebastian teased him on purpose, playing up his symptoms.

Nicholas shifted in his seat. His body - the fucking traitor!- started to react to the ongoing shameless display of Sebastian's sneezes, no matter how much Nicholas tried to fight it. Apparently, it remembered more than Nicholas would have liked.

He tried to push the physical reaction down into submission by reciting poetry in his head, while the changing scenery of countryside and villages flickered past outside. He had gone through quite a bit of Robert Frost, when another poem popped up in his mind:

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply…"

Just as Nicholas' thoughts caught on these last two lines, a thunderous sneeze sounded from the passenger seat, the ghost of his own past uncomfortably close.

"Ugh… Ndico, mby heart, could we please stop and take a break?"

Sebastian moaned his voice heavy with his cold. It sounded like his throat was badly swollen and someone had his sinuses filled with sticky syrup.

"Umm… sure. It's quite late anyway…" Nicholas replied, letting Sebastian's use of his term of endearment slip. Truth be told, he was too tired to argue anymore.

Since it was already late and Nicholas was tired as a rock, while Sebastian was not feeling up to driving with the burgeoning cold he had not yet admitted having, they decided to crash at a motel for the night earlier than planned, but both were in dire need of some rest.

Nicholas asked for two rooms, but like in some kind of cheap rom-com, there was only one bedroom with a double bed left due to an event taking place in the city.

"Fine, we'll take it," Nicholas growled, even though sharing a room with his ex was the last thing he wanted. He grabbed the keys and set off to find their room, Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Mhm, sharing a roob agaid after all this timbe~" Sebastian suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, but his seductive tone lost its allure due to the thick congestion in his voice.

"Needs must, but don't think I'm gonna share a bed with you! I'll take the couch.."

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The two of them walked down a set of boring beige-walled hallways, feet floating on a thick, dark-blue carpet that reminded Nicholas of a cruise ship. Not that he had ever been on a cruise, but this was the idea of a cruise ship the media had shaped in his brain.

Sebastian had gotten awfully quiet and shivered a bit as he stood next to Nicholas, waiting for him to let them into their room, then sneezed violently as soon as the lights in the room came on, taking possession of the place by unleashing his army of germs into the space.

"Bless you," Nicholas offered, meanwhile on autopilot. God, he was tired all of a sudden. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and rest. Well, scratch that. Crawl onto the couch and rest. He was just about to get a pillow from the bed to his makeshift resting place, when he realised that there was no couch. There wasn't even a fucking armchair. Only a rickety looking chair and desk combo, which looked like someone had made them out of cardboard, ready to fold in on themselves as soon as someone just breathed too forcefully next to them. That wasn't good…

Sebastian must have connected all the dots about a fraction later, because Nicholas suddenly heard him chirp: "Looks like it's going to be a shared bed after all~"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Alright, alright! Ndo ndeed to be-… hiihhh…. snnfff grumpy. Hiihh?! Hiihh'yISSSHHU!!"

Sebastian burst forth with a spraying sneeze, a tiny rope of mess shooting from his left nostril.

"Oh… 'scuse mbe!" Sebastian sheepishly looked at Nicholas, flashing him an embarrassed smile. "Would you be a dear and hand mbe a tdissue?"

Nicholas gulped. This whole set up painfully reminded him of some of the early days after Sebastian and him had newly gotten together at university. An unplanned sleepover at his dorm room when Sebastian had been coming down with a nasty cold. His body pressed against Sebastian's feverish frame, as they had both squeezed into his tiny single dorm bed, Sebastian curled up against his chest, snuffling sneezing, and coughing all night, while half of Nicholas' body had hung out of the tiny bed frame because he'd wanted Sebastian to be comfortable and the bed just was not big enough for two people to rest comfortably all night.

"Ndico?"

Sebastian's voice suddenly jerked him back to reality. Damn, why did all of these unbidden images keep swimming to the surface?

"Hmm?"

"Tdissues? I really ndeed theb…"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

Nicholas hurried to fetch the box of tissues and handed one white square directly to Sebastian, who immediately pressed it to his streaming nose and gave a hearty blow.

"Thank you."

Nicholas just bobbed his head in silent acknowledgement. Suddenly the room felt stifling and way too small. He wanted out. He wanted to get away from Sebastian. He wanted Robert.

"I'll go for a short a walk. You get comfortable, ok?"

"But…"

"No buts. Please, Sebastian. I just.. need some time alone. It's been a long day."

With that, Nicholas took the key and went outside. It was quite cold, so sleeping in the car was not an option. He wished he had brought a thicker jacket, but it was at Robert's place and he had not dared going there after their fight.

Nicholas kicked a stone with his foot. Why had they even started to argue anyway? Oh… right. It was because of this stupid trip. A few months ago, Sebastian had started working at Nicholas' work place. Fortunately they were not direct colleagues, but their departments worked together on some projects so there was overlap.

This road trip was such an overlap. Both him and Sebastian had been chosen by their respective departments to represent them at an important conference. Leading up to that, Nicholas and Sebastian had to prepare a presentation. Robert had not been amused.

Especially because Nicholas and Sebastian had to spend a considerable amount of time together preparing said presentation and Sebastian – ever the flirt – had not bothered to hold back, even – and especially! - when Robert was present. Sebastian wanted him back and had even told him so on numerous occasions. Sadly, he had not taken no as an answer.

Nicholas sighed and stopped himself re-enacting the argument he had had with Robert in his head. He had done so at least a dozen times, but since Robert refused to get in touch with him, it was difficult to apologise and address certain things.

After he had been wandering around aimlessly for some time, and after he had tried calling Robert twice more without getting any reaction, the chill fall air had wormed its way through his thin jacket into his bones, and Nicholas decided to go back to their room. Perhaps he could make the old chair and desk combo work after all.

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As Nicholas returned to their room, Sebastian was already changed and in bed, tissue box clutched to his chest, bright-red nose streaming, and rolled into a tight ball against some invisible cold draft only he could feel.

Nicholas made quick work of changing into his pyjamas - in the bathroom, as if the man in the other room had not seen him naked more times than Nicholas cared to think of. But it felt odd to just undress in front of him. The ease and trust this entailed had been left behind in another life. Furthermore, even the thought of undressing in front of Sebastian felt like cheating on Robert.

Therefore, Nicholas got himself ready for bed in the tiny motel bathroom, then arranged the desk and chair so that he could sit in the chair and put his feet up on the desk, thus creating a wildly uncomfortable half sitting half lying down position for himself between these two pieces of furniture. It looked like a decidedly uncomfortable, Frankensteinian version of a hammock.

Sebastian watched, but did not say anything until Nicholas came to the bed, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

“Whadt… *sniff* whadt are you doing?” Sebastian asked, clearly bewildered that instead of climbing into bed next to him, Nicholas had tucked the pillow under his arm and was tugging at the second blanket to take it with him.

“Getting ready for bed.”

Nicholas shot the rickety desk and chair combo a meaningful look, pointing at it with his chin.

“Oh, dod't be ridiculou-… Huhhh?… Huh'USSHHzzuh! God, sorry… *sniff* ridiculous. You cad't sleep od that thing!”

“I can't sleep in here, either and frankly, the floor does not look very appealing…”

Nicholas had wrestled the blanket into submission and was standing at his makeshift bed, arranging the pillow.

“But Ndico…”

“No more “but”s, Sebastian. Pleeeaase? I'm tired and I just want to go to bed…. and so should you, by the way. You look awful!”

“Thank you, I've mbissed your combpliments, mby heart.” Another sneeze wrecked his body. Sebastian tried to catch it in the flimsy tissue he was holding, but Nicholas could see specks of spray dancing in the dim light of the reading lamp on the night stand.

“'scuse mbe. What I was triyng to say was: I just dod't get why you're so stubborn?”

“Stubborn? Me?! ” Nicholas was more than just a little annoyed at this point. The long drive, his argument with his boyfriend and Sebastian's constant nagging finally getting the better of him.

“That's rich coming from a man who has no concept of the word “no”. I'm sick and tired of your constant double innuendo, flirty eyes, eyebrow-wiggles and all of that crap, barging in on my job and my new relationship. You are the last person on this planet I want to share a room with. Yet, here I am, sharing a room with you because work is important to me. If I did not have to be here for the job, you better believe I'd be ANYWHERE but in a room with you!”

At that, Nicholas plopped down into the chair, put his legs up on the desk and pulled the blanket over himself, demonstratively closing his eyes. He had nothing more to say. Fortunately, there was a light-switch nearby, which he kicked with his foot, plunging them into darkness, hoping to cut off any possible attempts of his room-mate to continue this farce of a conversation.

Sebastian had gotten the point, though and did not try to force the conversation on Nicholas anymore. Both men were lying awake in the darkness for the next one and a half hours, listening to each other's breathing. A neon side from outside shone dirty orange light through the cracks of the curtains. From time to time, a car sped by on the nearby road. And Sebastian could not find rest. He tossed and turned on the bed, sheets rustling like the ruffled feathers of an angry flock of birds. From time to time, a heavy, congested sneeze cut through the silence, and from the sound of it, Sebastian must have gone through at least half the tissue box already.

Nicholas could tell that Sebastian tried his best to keep the noise down to a minimum – sneezes muffled into tissues or pillows, suppressed coughs that were only made worse as the sick man tried to fight them back down his throat. In short: Sebastian sounded miserable. And Nicholas was uncomfortable as hell. The chair was somehow both rickety enough to keep him worrying about it breaking under him, and hard enough to make him feel like he was sitting on a riverbank littered with the sharpest stones known to mankind.

“Ndico?”

Sebastian's voice drifted over. A weak, shivery thing, heavy with congestion.

“Hmm?”

“I'b sorry,” said the small voice, sniffling pitifully.

“What for?”

Nicholas was confused. It was fucking late o'clock at night and he had no idea what the hell Sebastian was talking about.

“For getti'g sick and for getti'g you sick as well with all mby sndeezing. And… well… you kndow… Everything.”

Nicholas sat up a little straighter in his chair. This was not about the trip. This was about them. About the lies. The cheating. That other guy.

“Everything? You mean…”

“Yes.”

Nicholas felt his heart pump in his veins. “Even for…?”

“Especially that.” Sebastian had cut him off before he could say the words out loud, but the calm, decisive way he responded left no doubt that Sebastian knew what he had meant to say.

“Hmm…,” Nicholas hummed, his brain searching the darkness for words that might fit, but they were running through his minds like sand.

“And for Robert too,” Sebastian continued, then sneezed twice more. They sounded heavier, like the congestion had settled not only in his nose, but in his chest, too. “I kndow I've beed putting pressure od your relationship with him, and I'b sorry. He seebs like a good guy. That's why I hate id that he's with you ndow.”

Nicholas just stared ahead at a speck of orange light filtering in. There were goosebumps on his skin, and he swallowed hard. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? What the hell was he supposed to do with all of these sudden confessions?

“I erm… Thanks, I guess. For telling me.”

“You're welcobe. That was long overdue..” Another long silence. Another hefty sneeze. Then: “Hey, why dod't you cobe and lie down here id bed with mbe? It mbust be hella uncobfortable od that chair.”

“It is,” Nicholas agreed with a small chuckle. Then the rustling of a blanket was heard before the mattress dipped down next to Sebastian under Nicholas' weight.

“Oh god, this is so much better,” he groaned, sounding like he had just experienced the best climax of his life.

“You kndow that I'b good in bed…,” Sebastian chuckled, but it transitioned into a coughing fit. “cough Sorry.”

“'tis fine,” Nicholas said, his voice suddenly drowsy as his lack of sleep caught up with him and his body could not resist the siren song of the soft mattress any longer. Still, there was one more question he had to ask: “Seb, why did you tell me all of that now?”

Sebastian pondered this question, then propped himself up on his elbow and turned, facing Nicholas.

“Because sharing is caring, and it was time that I shared mby thoughts with you. Ndot just mby germs.”

Nicholas smiled faintly. Oh there sure as hell was no escaping this cold. But perhaps this road trip had been worth it after all. Perhaps it had been good that this particular ghost of his past had come to haunt him right now. Perhaps Robert would be less cross with him if he returned a sniffling, sneezing mess from this trip.

“Thank you. Now try to get some sleep.”

“HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!!! TtZZSHHU!!”

“Goodnight…”

#answered asks #prompts #my writing #Nicholas #Sebastian #road trip #snzfic

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hockeynoses · 6 months

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“If I’b dnot careful I’b goddaaa – haaah… I’b godda gedt everyeeehh - hih’GGKSSHH’IUE! Ughhh, I’b godda ged everyond sigg.”

#snzblr #snz prompts #snzfic #tw: contagion #cw: contagion #sorry I can't stop... I've literally been so horned up this week 😩

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rhaasted · 5 months

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Birdflash fic where they are on a undercover mission but dick is allergic to something and almost blows their cover by sneezing

thank you for the request anon! another b/irdf/lash... and i'm not sorry. it was fun trying my hand at something new.

enjoy!

Dick crouched, planting a steady hand on the ground beneath him. His bangs fell over his mask, obscuring his deep blue eyes. Wally scanned the area carefully, confident steps nearly silent despite the speed at which he moved. In and out. They were carrying out orders to gather intelligence, nothing more. Check the computers and retrieve the data. No tampering with anything, no engaging with combatants. Investigate the lead.

And no souvenirs, Batman had growled.

The corner of Wally's mouth had quirked up into a smirk, his usual confidence shining through his amusement. "Sure thing, boss."

Piece of cake.

The building was dark, almost stuffy. The way the office lights flickered creeped Wally out, although he'd never admit it. He glanced down at the darkness of his suit, clenching and unclenching his hand as he momentarily observed the stealth-tech on his body.

"The amount of floors they've got in this place is unnecessary," he muttered. The place reeked of ink and cleaning solution, old equipment, and papers were strewn around the place.

"Here."

Dick ghosted a hand over a set of boxes, brows furrowing in thought. "It'll be in one of these," he kept his voice low. "Try not to touch the devices inside. Just check for the computer. We've only got around ten minutes."

Wally nodded quickly, turning to the pile of cardboard. There were only around five... ten... fifteen or so. It wouldn't take too long. He carefully lifted one of the boxes, mindful not to jostle the contents around as he set it on the floor. Opening it, he inspected the inside — a few long-shot throwing knives, firearms... nothing.

Sometimes, finding nothing could be a blessing.

Wally moved on to the next box, Dick simultaneously mirroring his movements and also kneeling to look at the boxes as they worked. Wally went through a few more, green eyes bright with concentration. Halfway through the fourth box, he caught a glimpse of a shiny silver case. Shifting the weapons aside, he cautiously pulled the instrument out of the box.

Piece of cake!

"Wing." He caught the older man's attention, slowly holding it up.

While it contained valuable information, Wally was more concerned with the absolute beauty of the lightweight metal case. They inspected it for a moment, Dick running his fingers over the dark keys. Wally met his partner's gaze. His mouth tightened into a line, his expression wary.

"Hurry."

Dick pulled out a small USB stick, plugging the little tool into the port as he opened the computer. The screen flashed on. Dick's frown deepened as he opened an empty file on the computer. Another one with a different title — also empty. Wally felt small grooves under his finger, and he noticed something on the bottom of the gadget. It was engraved with a code — YR2L8.

"This isn't the real thing." He closed the files and quickly shut the device, pulling the USB out to return it to its box. "Let's get out of here."

Y r? Wally turned the code over in his mind.

Y r. Two. L, 8.

Too late.

Shit.

Crouching to return it to its place, Dick slid it under the junk filling the cardboard.

Clik.

That was not the sound junk was supposed to make. The release was barely audible, but the blast of gas was not.

"Shit!" Wally whirled around, muscles tense.

It hissed horribly, releasing its contents within a moment. The thick cloud hit Dick squarely in the face, making him pull back with an abrupt round of deep, chesty coughs. It stung his airways, the coughs wracking his muscular frame.

Smoke bomb—?!

"Wing! Fuck, they're here—" a door swung open, the cloud of gas growing as the sound of heavy footsteps emerged from the hallway, "—we gotta go," Wally hauled his boyfriend up by one arm, Dick stumbling as he began to run alongside him. He coughed convulsively, not able to rake in enough air. A huge, wheezing gasp, and then— "hH'REhHSSSH'IEU-!"

They'd barely made a few strides when Wally felt a crushing weight hit his back, sending him crashing down to the floor. What the hell was that? He landed on his knee, hard, a tell-tale crunch signaling the need for some painkillers in the near future.

shk—!

Wally yelled, pain shooting through his leg as a bullet penetrated his calf. The redhead grit his teeth, groaning. He forced his eyes to focus.

Have to keep moving. Won't heal in time...

Shoot a man while he's down, why don't you.

Unsteadily getting to his feet, Wally heard the zing of another bullet fly past his ear. He could hear muffled coughing through all the chaos.

"Flash!" kffhk-! "Keep moving!"

Rrgh..

He ducked as another spray of bullets missed. The gas began to weigh on him, the chemicals thick and impossibly difficult to breathe through.

Can't see. Gotta find somewhere...

He picked up the pace, ignoring the stabbing pain in his leg. Who knows what had been in that gas? Think. Dick was in no shape to use his grappling gun — even if it was able to hold the both of them. There would be men spread all over the lobby by now. If he could only get some time to heal—

No time—!

The air began to clear as they neared the stairwell, Dick wheezing quietly.

Wally shoved the door to the exit open, and they practically flew down the stairs, nearly stumbling down the next flight in their haste. Wally opened the door to the fifth floor. A hall of offices, all lights off on the inside. Nightwing fumbled with his glove for a moment, exhaling through his mouth. After a moment, he produced a small lock pick, flashing Wally a pale grin.

Piece of cake.

Dick fiddled with the pick, experienced hands scrubbing the pick back and forth through the keyhole. He stopped for a moment, hand shaking slightly. "hp-xGSSH'u!"

Clllik-clik-cliik.

Dick opened the door, the pair stepping in quickly, uncertainly, eyes not having adjusted to the dark room. There wasn't much in terms of space — a rolling, steel cart with cleaning supplies took up a third of the wall, a few mops and vacuums propped up in a corner. The smell of cleaning solution filled the room, ventilation almost non-existent. It made Nightwing's throat itch, and he suppressed a cough.

Wally slowly exhaled through his nose. The adrenaline had numbed his pain and kept him focused, but the sharp metal in his leg had slowed him down. His boyfriend put his back against the wall, leaning against it gratefully as he caught his breath. Wally stepped close, putting a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Dick nodded. "They'll be here soon," he rasped. He lowered his head, shaking it— "—and, tiihsSH'eu!" He didn't turn his head in time, misting the shoulder of his boyfriend's suit.

"Dude—!"

"Sorry," he murmured. "Strong smell in here."

"Bless you. I just need some time for my leg to heal, and then—" he froze, green eyes darting to the handle.

The assailants slammed another door.

"They couldn't have made it far," one of the men countered loudly. "I got him with a nasty shot."

"Guess I owe you ten," one chuckled.

Dick controlled his breathing, carefully slowing his exhales. Both heroes stood stiffly on one side of the door, Dick's back up against the wall, Wally chest to chest against him.

The sound of the men shimmying the handles and banging on the doors made Wally's heart speed up.

"Wherever you are... there's no use in hiding," another announced loudly.

Amateurs.

The sound of a door being kicked open. Too close, they'd already made a couple doors away.

Wally felt Dick gasp underneath him.

"Hey, it's okay, bluebird," Wally whispered. "We'll get out of here."

The older man's chest swelled against his. "hh-chssh'u-!"

"Wing—!" Flash hissed under his breath.

"hhh-!" His nostrils flared, shiny with the moisture leaking from his sinuses. He put a hand on his partner's waist, gripping it desperately.

Don't, Wally mouthed.

The former robin's breath defiantly hitched once again.

"hha-!"

Wally clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes watching intensely. Grayson trembled against Wally's hand, red nostrils flaring against his finger. It seemed like every time the acrobat took a breath, the tickle intensified tenfold.

Wally swallowed. His boyfriend's fingers dug into his side. Their stomachs touching, Wally's free hand moved to press against the wall. His bangs fell over his eyes, soft breaths puffing gently down the side of Dick's cheek. His jaw was set, tension radiating off of his body.

Dick gasped against Wally's hand, prompting him to press down harder, making his boyfriend suck in another desperate breath.

"nh-!"

Fuck.

Grayson's nose twitched, his eyes shut tight with effort. A tear slipped down his cheek. He couldn't hold back to save his life. He pressed his shaky hands over Wally's, his mask wrinkling where it went over the bridge of his nose.

"hhmCHFff'hh-!"

Wally felt the heat of the blast hit his palm. Since Grayson had kept his mouth shut, most of his breath had escaped through his nose, dislodging any congestion he'd managed to keep at bay. A clear line of mess burst onto the Flash's gloved fingers.

The sound of the men talking drew closer.

Both men held their breath as the handle of their door shook violently.

A final, resounding bang, and Wally flinched as the door was kicked in, light cutting into the darkness of the room. The handle slammed into Wally's back, the door bouncing back a little from the force with which it was thrown open. He winced, fingers twitching where they remained just under his boyfriend's nose.

Whoever was tasked with inspecting the room did so carelessly, roughly. Heavy boots thumped loudly on the floor.

Neither of the heroes breathed. Dick couldn't help himself — his nose twitched again, widened nostrils running onto the younger man's fingers.

"Gad, does it ever reek in here," the man huffed. There was a bit of shuffling, the sound of a few bottles hitting the ground as if dumped in one giant sweep, and then a tiny click signaling the readjustment of his firearm.

"Yo, Jack! Boss wants us to move."

"Comin'."

The footsteps retreated down the hall, and the men continued to open the other rooms on the floor. Wally didn't think he'd ever been so happy to hear anyone leave.

They stayed silent, not comfortable enough to move long after the group had left. Finally, Wally took a full breath, releasing his boyfriend. A string of mess still attached to Dick's nose was pulled back as he removed his hand, causing Dick to blush furiously.

It only lasted a moment, though, his mouth dropping open in preparation for another sneeze. He put a hand on Wally's chest to create space, bending forward with another vocal release.

"u'eEHDSSH'EU!"

"Bless you."

kffh KFFhk!! "F-fuck," was all he could manage to choke out. He turned away again, dark hair falling into his face as his torso spasmed with another fit of dry coughs. Wally grimaced at the slight whistle between every cough. Approaching slowly, he put a hand squarely on Grayson's chest, thumb placed on his sternum. His other hand ran firm circles on his back.

"Easy, blue."

"...sorry." He recovered more quickly this time around, pinching a bit of moisture off of his nostrils.

Wally shook his head, flashing his boyfriend a small smile. "Told ya we'd make it out." He shifted, biting back a groan. "Are you... okay? Back there — I don't know what that was. We've got to get you to a doctor."

"I'm fine," Dick shook his head. "I'll get checked out when we get back. I was just caught off guard. Wasn't ready," he winked. "But I am now. How's your leg?"

"Better," he bent it slightly, then jogged in place. "Just aches. Metabolism works wonders."

"Still gonna have to do something about that bullet though," Dick rolled his shoulder, sniffling. "Ugh, can't breathe worth a damn." The congestion made the hum of his vocal cords vibrate his sinuses, and he wiggled his nose.

They linked their hands together with a sharp clap, and Dick's face broke into Wally's favorite million-dollar smile. "Let's get out of here."

Wally grinned back, putting on the accent of a true gentleman. "After you."

#sneezeblr #sneeze kink #sneezefic #allergy sneezes #snzblr #snzfic #this one is a bit longer than my other ones #definitely want to make longer works #thank you to those who gave me new prompts i feel re motivated #looks at poison ivy

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