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A Horror & sickfic writer(off haitus)
@pokemonispain
āļøRequest box CLOSEDrequestsā¼ļøā¼ļø, OPEN headcanons or brainrot talkāļø 27 year old Horror writer with a penchant for Characters in painšwššŖ, find me on Ao3 under Butterballporkbun where I post sickfics and take requests: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Butterballporkbun/pseuds/Butterballporkbun I'm also on wattpad under the same name as well.ā¤ I mostly use this to post fics fromAo3 and occasionally take requests. MINORS DNIš« 18+ kink/whump-blog
So someone asked if Iād be willing to post my fics from Ao3 on here and well here we are. Iāll mostly use this as a place to post fics although any intermissions such as this will be tagged with the tag authorās note.Ā The Fandoms I currently write for very and I also write platonic sickfics and emeto scenarios as well as ship ones. My current fandoms are Genshin Impact, MDZS, TGCF, SVSS, Final fantasy 7, Nu Carnival, Demon slayer, Persona 5, Tales of, Neir/Neir Automata, Ys, HSR, legend of Zelda, limbus compan
this list is not everything but if I listed all my fandoms and Anime I like I'd be here all day. If you are curious about if I write for your fandom then please feel free to ask either on here or on Ao3, that is true if you have any scenarios you'd like to see as well.Ā Ā
My genshin ships are just about everyone with everyone minus characters like Klee, Qiqi, Sayu Paimon, and Diona of course. I don't mind writing platonic stuff for them but anything beyond that just isn't my cup of tea. My top romantic ships for Genshin are Zhongli/Childe, Childe/Scara, Xiao/Venti, Ningguang/Beidou, Lisa/Jean etc. I usually write M/M or W/W ships but not always.My favorite platonic ships are Zhongli & Xiao, Kaeya & Diluc. Ā I have more but I don't wanna be here all day so just feel free to ask me about my ship pairings for any of my fandoms and 9/10 I can do it. Iām also into switch pairings for all the above listed so I can write either.
You can also tell me if you'd like to remain anonymous in your message or comment when you send in a prompt. I prefer to recieve prompt and scenario request via DM on here rather than asks just so I can keep track of it better. But if you have a question regarding writing tips or something similar or just general question please send me an asks and be happy to help.Ā I donāt rp unless youāre a good friend and even then itās only like writing scenarios together. I also am not comfortable with any ABDL stuff on my posts interacting is fine but not tagging it as that when itās not nor requesting those types of prompts. And finally I do not want minors interacting as this is an adult/mature spaceā¤ļø thank youā¤ļø
Here is the link to both my Ao3 profile and my wattpad sickfic collectIon.
Self-made Comprehensive guide to writing emeto/vomit in general:Ā https://pokemonispain.tumblr.com/post/679444773176737792/butters-comprehensive-guide-to-writing-visceral
Bye, bye, see you later. Butters over and out~ā¤ā¤ā¤
One fic away from 200 total canāt believe it and to think before genshin I only wrote original work. Still got a bit before 200 emeto fics but yaaayš
At the moment not really I find him and Varka funny but Iāll probably click with one in particular. When it comes to shipping characters I like passing them around like a blunt rotation š
I know Lohen doesn't like alcohol, but imagine how dandelion wine would mess him up. He exposed himself to regular dandelions, but allergies can linger! Imagine how much he'd burp and puke even after a small amount.
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So funny thing is while he doesnāt like alcohol I can definitely see him drinking mocktails considering Mondstadt has such a big drinking culture in general itās definitely something theyād keep on hand cause you never know plus for regular people itād help keep up appearances at times.
Now heād probably be drinking mocktails and still over do it one because heās trying to compare its rate of a compound dissolving in it and two because he notices like he feels weirdly yet pleasantly (to him) feverish and dizzy.
His own body rejecting and trying the get the drinks up cause itās like āomg god you dumbass we didnāt expect to be poisoned like this today uuuuuh panicā š
Lohen glanced around sharp eyes scanning the forest surrounding him, it wasnāt too quiet nor was it too noisy.
A noisy forest was a frantic one, while one that had grown so still that not even the birds would cry meant a true predator was lurking nearby ready to bare down on whatever it could get its teeth on.
Finding this spot acceptable, at least for this year he moved into the nearby cave. It was empty that he made sure of.
Every year Lohen had a rather interesting ritual, every year heād change the location he went to just in case, but also variety was the spice of life.
Lohen, like most people in the world, got bored. While unlike a child he could find ways to tolerate being bored that didnāt mean that it didnāt feel as if teeth were slowly being pulled.
And so to keep himself alert andĀ refreshed for any lovely battles ahead Lohen had started a ritual of sorts.
Then again it was less so that he started it and more so when he poisoned himself years ago at one point he remembered the euphoria and pain melding together, especially as he emptied the contents of his stomach.Ā
That pain, swirling with pure bliss and euphoria, it has him licking his lips as his eyes slid to the small case in his hand.
A syringe and vial, heād prepared two methods of delivery. He looked around the cave, he hadnāt brought anything truthfully well beyond a full belly that is.
After a moment or two he sips the vial from the case, pausing to eyeball the amount of poison left in the vial before downing the rest with a smile curling the corners of his mouth.
Heās able to name and describe each of the ingredients he used, carefully chosen having refined it more and more thoroughly to get what he wanted. Optimization and precision were second nature to Lohen but that didnāt mean he stopped sharpening them.
He takes a deep breath as he sits with his back facing the wall as his hand goes to his stomach, slipping just beneath the shirt of some clothes heād stolen off the back of a treasurer hoarder.
After all it wouldāve been stupid for him to come here in his knight uniform, he wasnāt a fool.
Beneath his hand he can feel the consequences of his actions, as his stomach begins snarling as if a war had broken out inside of his stomach.
Heād made sure this time, after all, when he returned to Mondstadt with people to annoy him everyday who knew when heād find time again. Which is why heād stuffed himself to the absolute brim with just about most of the food except alcohol of course.
Beneath his hand he could feel it, how swollen his belly was straining slightly against the treasure hoarder's clothes that fit him a little more snugly than he wouldāve preferred but oh well.
Just beneath his fingertips he can feel it, the way the meal sits in his gut a heavy, mass of meat, bread and stew sitting in his gut like a rock.
Just the thought of the anticipation, had that familiar spark beginning to warm Lohenās veins.
In the deep pit of his stomach, came a chorus of low, wet gurgling.
As the first cramp began to twist at his stomach Lohen felt as if some sort of lock had begun to shatter and a weight felt lifted from his shoulders.
The pain is welcome and Lohen easily rides it in pure bliss, his eyes glazing over a bit and yet he knows that itās only a taste of what heād experienced tonight.
The next gurgle his stomach gives out is loud, visceral and Ā wet. Itās a loud violent liquidy sounding , bubbling churn that echoed through his flesh as the curdled contents of his stomach roiled and sloshed turning over itself.Ā
Each wet squelch and bubbling gurgle inside Lohenās belly had a mixture of pain and aroused crawling and shooting up his spine like a live wire caressing his skin, a moan of twisted pleasure slipping from between his lips.
His eyes glance down at his crouch noticing his cock beginning to tent the fabric, begging to be freed and yet Lohen doesnāt, not yet. He doesnāt need a release or relief, it wasnāt what he wanted right now.
Right now he wants the pain to curl around him, much like a lover caressing and teasing every part of himself, to weave its way into his every being.
When the nausea hits him, it hits like a Mitachurlās charge while it was in a rut, it settles over him melding with the pain such an intoxicating and deadly mixture truthfully and Lohen wants to drown himself in the core of it.
Ā He yearns to.
NoĀ he, needs to.
His skin is slick with a cold sweat that clings to him like a second skin and another dizzying wave of nausea rolled over him like a storm cloud.
His vision swims for a brief moment as he rides the wave of nausea, his mouth overflowing with sour, tasting saliva. It was almost greasy in a cloying way sticking to his tongue.
He leaned forward a bit letting the saliva drip from his slightly parted lips onto the ground.Ā
The first gag that leaves his lips is rather choked as he tries to wrestle it back down, he didnāt just want one measly gag, one pitiful spray of vomit.
Lohen wanted a fucking explosion, the violence of vomiting that would curve his spine and nearly choke him and nearly tear his stomach out through his throat.
Bile bubbles at the back of his throat as he pressed his lips closed eyes squeezed shut as well.Ā
āMmmphā¦ā
A series of choked muffled gags came from his throat, the wave of vomit attempting to come up painfully yo-yoing there for a moment as the faint splash of bile licked at the back of his throat.
It felt as if he were choking by the desperate ache in his chest and throat. He managed to swallow again allowing himself to open his mouth briefly gasping for air the nausea and dizziness dragging unshed tears to his eyes. Drool over flowed his lips leaving them glossy and wet.
He straddles that perfect line between pain and euphoria like a tightrope walker, and yet more. Heās greedy, andĀ he needs more.
His belly, unhappy with everything Lohen seemed set on doing to it but especially with the rejected contents being forced back into it heaves again. His stomach lurched violently, a burbling massive, liquidy heave ripped upward from his abdomen, completely bypassing his attempts to choke it back.
That bitter and disgustingly sour taste coated his mouth as thick, chunky, mass of vomit gargled up the back of his throat.
His dick strains painfully against his pants and yet he refuses to allow himself release, the sensitivity adding even more to the chorus of amazing sensations he was experiencing.
Lohen clamped his lips shut, a forceful attempt at control over his rebellious stomach The vomit being pumped up from his stomach, filled his mouth instantly.
His cheeks ballooned outward to their absolute brim, stretching the skin of his face taut there. The pure volume of the half-digested stew that had been curdling and roiling in his belly filled his mouth so completely that it pressed against his teeth and leaked slightly through his puckered lips,
Lohen does try to force it back, to swallow it back down but his throat seems to lock up, refusing to move, to obey and if Lohen wasnāt enjoying the pain shocking his system heād be annoyed.
Unable to choke it back down Lohenās nose flared as he suffocated slightly on the taste of his own ruined supper.
His stomach gave a burbling sickening growl as it lurched again forcing more thick undigested curdled stomach contents into his mouth.
The pressure behind his lips became unbearable. His throat spasmed a final time before his lips were forced open a thick enormous wave of incredibly lumpy vomit spilling out.
Lohenās eyes fluttered open, teary and bloodshot, thereās absolutely no shame or misery but merely a familiar dark manic gleam there, mixed with pure arousal.Ā
The sheer suffocating pressure of his cheeks ballooning out only able to breathe through his nose, the agonizing searing heat of the undigested meat andĀ stew that had been curdling in his stomach packing his mouth to the brim and searing his throat raw, and the visceral, churning nauseated gurgles burbling deep in his gut didn't disgust him.Ā
Oh no. Quite the opposite, honestly Lohen believes he may be seen Celestia itself.
Lohen possessed a deeply warped, sadistic nature. He was a man who thrived entirely on control, dominance, and the primal, raw nature of physical suffering. Usually, he preferred inflicting that degradation onto others during his expeditions. But feeling his own body completely break down, forcing him to succumb to a disgusting, base physical reflex, triggered that same twisted obsession.
Ā He yearned for that release; it was one he could only get during a fight that actually had him work for it a bit. It made his soul sing and heart tremble perhaps it was what love felt like?
His belly practically snarls and Lohen managed a raspy soft laugh a bit more prepared when his stomach seemed to twist with a harsh cramp feeling as if it was placed in a vice grip.
Lohen is prepared for the next wave of puke that burbles up his throat; he does manage to close his mouth again. He takes a moment to savor the absolute debauchery of it all really, his mind reeling with pleasure, and dizziness at the sheer gravity of his own self-inflicted ruin at the moment.Ā
The acidic burning in his throat, the sour stench filling his sinuses from the inside out, and the way his stomach cramped and twisted as if trying to wring itself out like a water logged towel.
It all fueled that dark bliss and euphoria that had a hold over him.
It wasnāt enough was it. Not yet.
His hips twitched each time he moved, beads of precum welled up and he could faintly feel his heartbeat in his erection almost and yet he still controls himself because he knows he can.
The puke burst out from Lohenās mouth with a violent, unhinged force. The massive, thick torrent of lumpy vomit erupted from his overfilled cheeks , splashing heavily onto the already congealing pile on the floor.
The vomit is pale the texture as thick as lumpy oatmeal or curdled milk left out in the Sumeru desert to freeze and unfreeze.
In the next moment a violent cramp twisted at his stomach dragging a gasp from Lohen as his hips jerked desperately, a deep, burbling sloshing squelching noise echoed in the empty cave alongside his breathless gasping, one final explosive spray of vomit left his mouth as his stomach wrung itself out.Ā
Lohenās hips buck and for moment as his orgasm washes over him his body twitching and shuddering he believes he passes out due to lack of oxygen briefly considering he was still in the middle of gagging and retching.
Lohen is panting his body still twitching from the sheer absolute exertion of it all.
He slumped back against the cave wall, his mind feels delightfully empty in that way heād wanted and craved, and as he panted occasionally thick rumbling burps would still burble up from his gut a consequence of the poison which he didnāt mind emetics tended to do that to him from what he knew.
His face is kind of a mess, thick strings of slimy saliva mixed with bile dripped from his chin and coating his lips and eyes shining with unshed tears,Ā his skin as pale as a sheet of paper.Ā
He wiped his mouth with the back of his trembling hand, smearing the mess, and stared down at the puddle of his own sickness. His stomach was still gurgling weakly, much like the burping it was simply a small side effect but the sheer physical intensity of releaseĀ left him feeling completely alive and calm.
He slowly raised his head, a dark, breathless grin spreading across his face as he began to admire the absolute catastrophe he had just unleashed.
The sight was magnificent in its sheer foulness this year, he was rather impressed with the formula heād used. The massive explosions of vomit had blanketed the immediate area around him as well as near him.Ā
The thick, still warm yet quickly cooling pile and puddles of half-digested chunks of meat, curdled stew, glistened slightly where they were on the cave floor due to being covered in a thin film of bile and saliva.
A few drops of the vomit had sprayed far enough that it splattered onto the far cave wall here and there from what Lohen could see.Ā
The stench of illness in the cave was heavy, sour and suffocating, reeking of bile, and curdled milk.
The sight probably wouldāve made a regular idiot faint and the thought had a smirk curling on Lohenās lips.
His stomach eventually gives a soft hollow gurgle, after he managed to coax up a few more burps, having finally deflated.
Lohenās eyes lazily traced the outer edges of the puddle with his eyes, deeply satisfied by the sheer volume and the chaotic, uncontained spread of the destruction heād unleashed.
Thankfully he didnāt need to clean it up, he never returned to the same location twice when doing this if only the same location were available for some stupid reason he did his damnedest to sneak off somewhere. To go wandering, being on this expedition had made it easy to find such things.
He planned to burn the clothes he was wearing that had taken off of that stupid treasurer hoarder that interrupted him earlier while he was planning his lovely night alone.
With his mind calm, as well as some of the urges that had been plaguing him Lohen takes one last look at the mess in the cave before he leaves absentmindedly chewing mint bubble gum as he did.
Working on something for Lohen (cause heās a cute freak) and also something else for Pš ¾ļøk-e mon z/A which will probably get posted firstšļøšļø
Summary: After returning from aa mission Leon finds himself rather sick and Chris takes care of him
Leon sighed, the tension lining his shoulders easing a bit when DSO had cleared him health wise after he had left the airport. Although that slight nagging feeling was in his stomach heād learned to ignore it after Raccoon city.
After all it was just a bit of nerves so it wasnāt a problem.
The mission heād gone on hadnāt been too bad simple reconnaissance sure but he hadnāt even fought anyone this time. The place had been admittedly filthy however, just like most of the other abandoned hospitals and ruined labs he often ended up exploring.
Walking outside he paused, frowning briefly when he saw Chris leaning against the car waiting for him.
A soft snort leaves his mouth before the corner of his lips turned up in a slight smile.
āLook at you thought you didnāt have time off,ā Leon joked as he approached the other.
Chris shrugged with a slight chuckle. āClaire made me, said I was gonna wear a hole in her apartment floor pacing.ā
āYeah miss me that much huh,ā Leon joked, eyebrow raised as he stepped a tad closer to Chris.
The other was about a head taller than him and built like a linebacker, hell Leon had seen Chris straight up football tackle B.O.W.s mid fight.
While Leon had some muscle he was still rather lean and agile allowing him to move closer to a gymnast.
A wry smile appeared on Chrisās lips. āYeah you could say that. Was bored without you here to keep me company.ā
Leon paused his ears, flushing at the otherās honesty. When it came to affection Leonās way of showing it often tended to be more quiet, a bit reserved at times while Chrisās was a bit more open.
He often wore his heart on his sleeve after all.
Leon eventually rolled his eyes before stepping forward for a hug letting the other bear hug him in greeting.
And for a moment Leon simply closed his eyes inhaling the scent of Chrisās cologne. Soothing, and non intrusive something he got rather used to whenever the other was off duty.
If Leon were to describe Chrisās touch, heād say it was warm much like the sun shining down from the sky on a nice day.
āTrying to crush my bones are ya?ā Leon huffed after Chris released him, the other man slapped him on the back.
āYeah right, your made of stronger stuff we both know that,ā Chris chuckled as the pair got into their car.
āBy the way, speaking of that, the team cleared you, right?ā
The soft rumbling purr of the engine filled the space and for a moment Leon paused, having zoned out momentarily lost in his thoughts. āYeah all good,ā he replied after a minute ignoring that slight nagging feeling in his stomach that came back.
Anxiety. It was always anxiety. Heād been cleared after all and while he was a bit tired from the usual jet lag and mission stress it wasnāt an issue.
Dealing with B.O.Wās in general was always hazardous, the risk always there that infection could spread out in the field. At the same time for the work Leon often did, hazmat suits werenāt an option.
Chris glanced over at Leon occasionally, noting that he did look a tad tired and pale but considering heād been cleared by the DSO he didnāt push it. Yet anyway knowing that it was possible he could just be jet lagged and exhausted.
āDid you eat anything on the plane or at the airport? If not we can swing by somewhere and get something,ā Chris proposed as his finger absently mindedly tapped the steering wheel.
Leon snorted which turned into a brief yawn. āAirport was filthy and crowded, didnāt have time. You know how it is.ā
If Leon was being truthful he didnāt feel particularly hungry at all, that nagging feeling in his gut refusing to leave. Still he forced himself to ignore it, after all food might do him some good would probably explain why he felt so tired as well.
āBurgers it is then,ā Chris said to which Leon nodded with a small smile not saying anything about the way his stomach seemed to flip slightly at the thought of a greasy burger.
āāā-
āHowās my girl,ā Leon chuckled as he took one of the bags of fast food from Chris. The scent of grease, and meat is thick in the air of the restaurant, not quite unpleasant but it still made Leonās stomach give a small flip.
Chris looked at him with a soft chuckle when the otherās stomach made a soft growling noise. āI started your bike up every day and took it for a small ride just like usual. Figured youād be hungry. Didnāt hold your stomach hostage did you?ā
āIf thatās holding my stomach hostage then eating the airplane food may as well be torture,ā Leon mumbled rolling his eyes. He tossed a fry in his mouth figuring that maybe his appetite would come back and his stomach would calm down a bit once it was full.
He takes a few bites before falling into a routine of talking and eating some of the tension fading bit by bit.
Itās rather nice truthfully.
Exhaustion hits Leon like a freight train once heās full sitting in the passenger seat again, and he slumps a bit against the door of the car before yawning, shifting a bit when the noise ends in a burp.
Chris chuckled before patting Leon on the back. Not too roughly of course especially since the other seemed rather comfortable.
It was extremely rare for Leon to be comfortable. Even now Chris can tell heās fighting the urge to sleep, tooth and nail eyes drooping only to slide open again.
Chris gently takes Leonās hand pausing at the warmth for a moment, his thumb stroking small circles on the back of it.
Something he found often calmed the other down, grounding even if Leon was hesitant to admit it. When Leon, Chris and Claire had been younger, fresh after Raccoon city Claire had likened Leon to a German shepherd although nowadays Chris liked to think he was much more like a cat.
Secretive at the worst of times, but when alone he was a tiny bit better about it.
He reaches out carefully once he knows that the other is asleep. His hand gently feeling Leonās forehead noting that he was a bit warmer than usual, and Chris takes a deep breath.
He starts the car as he reminds himself that itās probably just a airport bug Leon picked up. After all he had been cleared by DSO medics, Chris places a cd into the radio to distract himself.
At home they have plenty of flu and cold medicine, it was simply that. Chris starts the car as he begins driving finger tapping on the wheel.
Chris does glance over occasionally when the other groans softly in his sleep, brow furrowing as something causes a disturbance within his dreams.
Leon doesnāt wake up though although Chris wants to check his temperature again he knows it might wake him so for now he doesnāt try.
After a few minutes Leon falls quiet again and Chris breathes a soft sigh of relief.
Theyāre about 20 minutes from home when Leon shifts in his sleep again drawing Chrisās eyes as the blonde man placed a hand on his stomach.
Leon groaned softly, a barely audible noise as his fingers clawed a bit at his stomach as he clutched it a bit, and Chris noted how his belly had a slight amount of pudge to it that hadnāt been there before even when Leon wasnāt wearing his compression shirt.
Glancing back at the road this time Chris reached out his free hand nudging Leonās away ever so carefully, unsurprisingly this is his confirmation that something is wrong with the other besides the fever.
Not since he was an alcoholic did Leon sleep deeply like this unless he was well and truly sick.
Chris hummed softly glancing between Leonās face and the road as he laid his hand on his stomach. It didnāt feel particularly pleasant, thick churning gurgles hidden just beneath warm flesh.
For a moment Leon squirmed a bit with Chris thinking he was about to wake up, instead the other gave a low almost lewd moan of relief that damn near made Chrisās brain blue screen.
He goes perfectly still as he takes a deep breath trying to hold himself together and get his brain out of the gutter as he gently rubbed Leonās stomach a bit watching as his brow eased his expression turning more peaceful.
Honestly heād love a smoke right now, instead though he grabs some of the nicotine gum from one of the compartments in the car. Although Leonās face looks more peaceful Chris can still feel the thick, heavy gurgling in Leonās stomach just beneath his hand as he attempts to give Leon some sort of reprieve at least until they get home.
āāā
Leon is woken up by Chris when they get to the house, the thick scent of cigarette smoke drawing him awake.
Leon grimaces when a sharp throb shoots through his skull. And he scowls squinting and blinking, he opens his door looking over to where Chris was standing in the grass nearby.
Leon stretched joints crackling from being in one position so long. He still feels tired unsurprisingly, he was used to it at this point coming home from every mission exhaustion laying heavy in his bones, while feeling as if he was being run over with a tank.
āHow long was I out,ā Leon huffed softly as he trudged over to Chris. His stomach felt a tad heavy but then again so did the rest of his body.
āPassed out in a food coma moment you got in the car,ā Chris told him as he looked back at him before putting the cigarette out.
Leon snorted. āWas a good burger, missed the food from home a lot.ā
Looking towards the house Leon caught the house keys tossed his way. āGo put a movie on or something, be in a second,ā Chris said with a smile.
He can see it in the way Leon moves slightly slower than usual, from his walking to his reaction time to even his processing. He knows how Leon moves when heās tired, when heās exhausted and when heās sick.
Heās knows him like the back of his hand, he also knows that Leon wonāt give in or mention anything if he could fool himself into still going.
āDibs on the remote,ā Leon called, making Chris grin as he watched him dart off.
Itās while Leon is changing clothes and making himself more comfortable that it hits him and he swayed putting a hand out to steady himself.
He blinked hand resting on his stomach as he grimaced when a low thick gurgling noise droned from somewhere in the pit of his gut bringing a wave of nausea that rolled over him for a moment.
He shakes himself carefully as it fades that slight nagging feeling in his stomach returning. Leon closed his eyes, breathing as deeply as he would allow himself before he did his damnedest to brush it off as indigestion.
He does rub at his stomach a bit though more so in an attempt to get the stupid organ to shut up.
Once dressed in something more comfortable he comes down stairs all but flopping on the sofa as he swiped the remote ignoring the almost painful sloshing sensation that seemed to roll in his gut at the movement.
Heās flicking absentmindedly through the movies, not really looking at them only to stop when a glass of lightly fizzing liquid is held in front of his face.
Scowling he looks at Chris questioningly.
āItās for the indigestion, your stomachās making more noise than you usually do,ā Chris explained and as if to agree Leonās stomach gives a whining growl.
Rolling his eyes Leon takes the liquid. āYour older than me, and smoke like a chimney whyād you get a cast iron stomach huh,ā Leon grumbled although he is grateful considering the indigestion was annoying him more.
Chris smirked a tad as he sat down beside the other on the sofa. āYou didnāt have a little sister attempting to feed you mud cakes she put her entire heart into as a kid under threat of her crying.ā
Chris laughed warmly at the fond memory.
Leon chuckled as he sipped on the alkaseltzer, having found a random action movie to watch that looked fun he put it on before finally allowing himself to lean back all but cuddling into Chrisās side.
Their matching rings sit on their fingers and finally Leon can assure himself that he is home.
As the tension finally bleeds out of him he all feels boneless as he sets the drink down for a moment.
It feels almost like itās helping a tiny bit although it does leave him feeling as if he swallowed a beach ball. His belly felt rather tight and admittedly somewhat painful.
Leon was used to it though, he was used to a lot of things.
Leon hummed softly and hiccuped, rather thankful Chris didn't say anything.
Chris lets Leonās full weight rest against his side, blushing a bit when the other began hiccuping softly into the crock of his neck.
Chris doesnāt even know why heās blushing truthfully especially when he knows Leon was sick. Maybe it was the way the others' breath fanned across his neck, Leon wouldāve definitely disagreed but the soft airy hiccups were strangely adorable, or maybe it was all simply because it was Leon and Chris loved him more than he could ever put into words.
The moan heād heard in the car when soothing the otherās belly replayed in his head prompting Chris to glance down at Leonās stomach.
It was definitely straining against the otherās loose black shirt now, the dip of his belly button tantalizing visible against the fabric and Chris canāt help but swallow his throat feeling dry.
It was usually like this when either of them returned from a mission, months of time away from each other without even being allowed a call usually meant that when they were together again it was hard to pull away from one another.
Honestly thatās how Chris explains it to himself at least it made sense, and felt better than the alternative.
Itās about 30 minutes or so into the movie when Chris realizes that Leon is quiet the other having fallen asleep all but curled into his side.
Although now that heās paying attention to the other he does catch a different noise, an almost thick boiling gurgling that coiled in the air. His gaze goes to Leon then noting the pale tinge to his face.
Sweat lines the otherās forehead, that slight scrunching Leon would get to his nose whenever he wasnāt having a peaceful or restful sleep standing out to Chris.
Heās gentle as he feels Leonās forehead not wanting to wake him.
The fever doesnāt surprise him honestly, and he gently shushes Leon when the other groans softly into his neck.
Chris doesnāt mind letting Leon stay like this for a bit, knowing that the other was tired. Although he does pause in the middle of absentmindedly rubbing Leonās stomach when the other begins hiccuping.
The noise is soft at first, and Chris finds his own face feeling hot. He could practically hear Leon teasing him over thinking something like this was cute.
āUghā¦ā Leon opened his eyes a bit blinking a tad dazed. His stomach felt like shit and to tell the truth so did he, heād been run over before and honestly it kinda felt a bit like how he felt now.
When a wave of nausea washed over him he reached down pausing when he found a hand already on his stomach.
It takes him a second to remember that heās home, right home with Chris.
āWell arenāt you grabby tonight,ā Leon mumbled, narrowing his eyes. The hiccups wonāt stop and itās not helping anything really, if anything itās making the nausea worse.
Chris chuckled, āCan you blame me, havenāt seen you in awhile.ā
He does keep a careful eye on Leon for a moment, his expression turning serious for a minute. He knew what to keep an eye out for when the other felt sick, having dealt with holding the otherās hair the times alcohol got the best of him.
Claire and him were usually the two taking care of things when Leon was sick although it wasnāt only them.
Leon grunts in response, slumping a bit before looking up at the movie although he doesnāt take Chrisās hands off of his stomach, it did feel somewhat nice to some extent.
Leon sighed. āHow long was I out?ā
āNot long, you seemed to need it.ā It was Chrisās turn to sigh especially when Leon moved a bit curling forward to put his head in his hands.
Somewhere in the back of Leonās mind, despite the fact he felt like shit and was home, off duty. Like always that voice was there in the back of his mind whispering that he was fine, he could walk it off and simply keep going.
No matter what he of all people should keep going.
He doesnāt feel Chris get up and grab a trash can to place by the sofa, his mind practically chanting at him that maybe heād feel better if he just had a sip of whiskey. It was always when he felt like shit that it felt as if everything he tried to tuck away would come back to bite him.
He startled a tad when Chris sits back down with a blanket heād gotten off of Leonās drawing chair upstairs, which he wraps around Leon carefully.
Leon is quiet as he lets Chris hold him close to his side again.
āClaire bet you were a German shepherd while I bet Mine coon a few years ago yāknow.ā
Leonās brain stalls for a minute clearing even though the illness does not. āYou placed bets on what animal I reminded you of?ā
He does his best not to think of what Chris was doing it wouldnāt work if he did, he trusted Chris and so he lets himself go along with it.
āWho won?ā Leon asked squeezing his eyes and swallowing thickly when another wave of nausea roiled in his gut, a low growl coming from it.
He gives a shudder when he feels Chrisās hand gently slip beneath his shirt to rest on his stomach.
āClaire did,ā Chris chuckled.
āFuck you.ā Leon huffed softly which made Chris laugh.
When Leon goes quiet Chris looks at him taking note of the fact that heās pretty pale still the greyish green tinge on his skin looking even more sickly in the soft glow of the tv.
Beneath his hand the otherās stomach is active practically violently so as Chris carefully continues to rub across the bloated surface, his hand moves in gentle circles.
Chris does pause for a moment when the other moaned softly, the noise feeling like a live wire directly on his spine.
Leonās eyes cracked open with a grimace and he swallowed thickly, he can practically taste bile bubbling at the back of his throat tinging his mouth with a bitter and chalky taste that didnāt give his nausea any favors.
Leonās stomach lurches a loud almost wet nauseating growl bubbling out from the upset organ.
Chris reaches down grabbing the trash can for the other. Leonās breathing is ragged, practically panting as he sits there eyes closed and Adamās apple bobbing in his throat.
Chris doesnāt know what it is, maybe the feverish flush tinging Leonās cheeks. The way sweat is slicking his skin, or even the ragged breathing.
Itās not helped at all when Leon leans forward over the trash can Chris had moved for him, a thin thread of glistening drool lazily dripping from his lips.
Chris closes his eyes trying to distract himself for a moment although his eyes snap open again when Leon retches.
The noise is harsh, and wet nearly gargling up the back of Leonās throat.
Chris cringed as his hand moved to Leonās back and hair, he stroked the other manās hair back from his forehead, gently shushing him when a soft whine left his mouth.
Wet coughs left Leon spluttering and hacking for a moment, gasping for air and tears gathering on his lashes.
He gives a choked gag a wet stew-like mess sprayed from his lips sloshing into the mess already in the bottom of the trash can.
For a moment he simply sits there shoulders hitching with soft empty gags, hollow burps leaving his lips as he sniffled feeling even more miserable than he had before throwing up.
āThink you can hold down something for the fever and headache,ā Chris asked as he tilted his head a bit to peer into Leonās face.
He hands him a tissue to clean his face a bit. Leon shrugged in response which Chris took as a maybe.
Leon lets Chris take the trash can for a moment as he gives his body a minute to settle simply listening to the gentle noise of the other man moving around the house.
His stomach aches that feeling of nausea more of a nagging slosh in the background at the moment.
The harsh throbbing in his head combining with haziness from the fever eventually making him feel as if heās drifting on a sea of static.
He opened his eyes upon Chrisās returning with a glass of water and fever reducers.
āThanks,ā he rasped, taking the items. He cleared his throat, cringing at how raw it felt.
āSince you got cleared itās probably just a normal bug you picked up at the airport,ā Chris sighed as he sat back down on the sofa. āNot like this would be a first for either of us.ā
There had been a few times after missions where theyād returned home and whether due to them not being in such a stressful environment or something as simple as food poisoning that theyād wind up sick.
Chris smiled softly when Leon quietly laid against his side.
āStill annoying as hell,ā Leon grunted, he turned his head muffling a sour sounding burp into his hand.
Chris knows theyāre in for a long night so he just makes sure the other is as comfortable as possible.
Summary: Kieran suffers a small bout of food poisoning while neglecting his usual self care. (Takes place during the Teal mask/ Blueberry academy arc before the protagonist arrives.)
Fine.
Kieran was fine. He was just fine. He had this completely under control and it would be fine.
He tells himself this even as he finds himself stumbling away from where heād been standing in the field surveying the area for a potential training space.
Heād felt off since last night at least he vaguely thinks so, burning the candle at both ends rarely resulted in feeling the best.
Still to clear his head Kieran had choked down some random food in his dormās mini fridge before passing out for a few hours. Which did very very little to dent his already massive insomnia induced sleep deprivation.
In fact heād tossed and turned in his sleep small body cloaked with sweat unbeknownst to him, his stomach angrily tossing and churning cramping as it bloated due to the tainted food.
Heād woke up feeling sluggish and a tad queasy, nothing new and Kieran knew that once he got to work it would start easing up. It always did.
It had been fine, completely and utterly under control until he stepped outside. Kieran was used to the humidity and heat back home but for some reason the moment heād stepped outside it had felt as if the heat was making the contents of his stomach boil.
Even Kieran had felt the wave of nausea roll through his gut as it twisted with a cramp, it had almost made him shiver truthfully. The way the cold had rolled over him, blood draining from his face in an instant.
His hand had brushed his stomach briefly as he stared into space for a moment, muffling a sour rumbling burp into his fist heād spit off to the side before taking a deep breath in.
He does his damnedest to ignore it, the fact that his stomach feels awful, churning and bubbling so sickeningly with nausea that even his breathing stutters for a moment as he puts all his strength into making his stomach stop lurching slightly.
Fine. He was fine. What was a little sickness in the face of power anyway. Kieran wouldnāt have been the first person to attempt to power through food poisoning really. Figured that one of the few times he ate actual food itād bite him in the damn ass.
Heād sluggishly managed to make it to the field by keeping his eye on the prize. Training.
If heād just started training he could lose himself in the flow of it all. Of the sensation of power, the high of adrenaline as he attempted to hone every part of him to perfection.
Heād made it alright, in fact the moment he had his stomach had made a low wet sickly gurgling, and heād softly gagged eyes closing as he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Swaying in place for a few moments.
Which was why he had wound up in his current position, trying to obscure himself as much as possible behind the nearby tree. Curled over and a arm tightly around his stomach as he leaned over bracing himself on his knees.
His brain was practically blaring like an alarm, a combination of disgust and annoyance at his own stupidity.
A burp bubbles up from between his pale trembling lips as he tucks his strand of dark hair behind his ear, it was a relief he wore it tied back lately.
The burp tasted sour, and weirdly greasy on his tongue. His stomach feels tight, bloated heavily as it swirled around the barely digested tainted food.
A slow shaky groan slips from pale trembling lips as skin prickles at his skin, a rush of cold washing over him and making him tremble.
It forces him to his knees trees unshed involuntarily tears gathering in his eyes as drool began to seep from his lips into the grass.
The salvia drips in a thread or two from his mouth, leaving his lips glossy and wet.
Hesitantly he rubs at his stomach a bit, more so to relieve the pain but also the buzzing sensation welling in his chest.
Panic.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth Kieran wants to curse as he squeezes his eyes shut, his breathing turning into a shudder as his belly lurched violently beneath his arm.
A burp tears up his throat from the very pit of his stomach, sounding and feeling raw as the mess of tainted food rained down thick into the grass.
He wanted to get it over with. But he refused to panic, he couldnāt.
It wasnāt an option.
Kieran shouldāve know something was wrong considering he deluded himself into thinking he had those, especially while he was currently retching up congealed slimy pile after congealed slimy pile of vomit into the grass simply because heās been so tunnel visioned to check a fucking expiration date.
The buzzing sensation that had been in his chest has him begin hiccuping, as if the panic had trapped itself in his gut.
The hiccups start off hollow, progressively getting airy before seemingly catching as it turned wet and rumbling, the noise gurgling in Kieranās throat as the final wave of vomit splashed into that grass.
Heās trembling violently as he barely holds himself up over his own pile of vomit. He feels like heās freezing teeth chattering as his nose runs and threads of bile and saliva trickles from his pale lips.
His face is startlingly pale, the color of spoiled milk. And honestly as he remembers the faint off color and taste to his food last night his body lurched in a full retch.
The noise is vile, wet and choked even though nothing comes up.
Eventually Kieran does sit back however, pale and shaky nausea still sloshing in his stomach although some of the bloating had gone down so at least he no longer felt like he ate a balloon.
For once in a little while since he arrived at Blueberry Academy Kieran is willing to admit he needs a bit of a break. Even if itās only a day.
Thank you, heās just so adorable and whump shaped. Istg every game, and movie heās been in has him getting fucked up and choked out itās beautiful š
Okay but Leon semi conscious in pain kinda delirious just like halfway collapsed on the ground having been leaned up against a wall, his like caretaker attempting to call for some evac or something.
Leon feeling sick to out of it to say anything, knowing heās gonna puke but doing his best to force it back however he can. Hand like clumsily gripping his stomach before he kinda just leans over and gives one of those cute soft choked gags and lets the vomit fall on the ground.
Only getting caught when one of those really loud gross burps hit him in the middle of it and he starts coughing the caretaker just turning around like wtf cause they didnāt know that he was throwing up, Leon of course couldnāt say anything and they didnāt hear the soft splashing of vomit on the ground cause they were on Comms.
I donāt know if youāre into this sorry if youāre not, but do you think Leon is a loud puker or quiet
Loud, I feel like heās the type who tries his damnedest to muffle is but once he actually starts retching it goes downhill. Although I do like the thought of him being out of it and starting off with like those cute quiet soft gags and like whoever is with him only realizing heās in the middle of puking because they hear him burp loudly in the middle of itšļøšļø
