🔞 sel for short 20s she/her bisexual confused and disenchanted but fuck it we ball I reblog kink stuff but usually prefer not to post any myself unless it’s for friends, so please be respectful currently into genshin, bsd, hellaverse, and bnha (rip)
PLEASE MAKE SNZCANONS FOR WRIOTHESLY AND NEUVILLETE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE
HI ANON HI HI HI HI HI i am so excited about this ask w/rio is my FAVOURITE RIGHT NOW AKSJAJDJS
i will be so biased towards this post honestly.. the way i literally have an extremely long post in my notes app of snzcanons for this loser. i feel like its gonna put my other hc posts to shame… oh well ! w/rio and n/euvi for you lovely anon
also should preface by saying i love these two as a pairing so there might be some shippy stuff or whatever, also i have some Thoughts about potential kink!n/euvillette but theyll be right at the bottom if that isnt anyones cup of tea so you can skip :)
w/riothesley
has 100% been said before but him having spent so much time in the fortress of m/eropide away from the entire outside world he has definitely got some awful hayfever
↳ i see him as the ceo of allergy denial too. he has no problem admitting when he’s sick but as soon as it comes to allergies its like talking to a brick wall “are you sure youre okay” “*very very obviously not okay* yep”
↳ will be denying until every subsequent snz has his head spinning
unless its someone(s) he’s properly comfortable with, he will be stifling in front of people
↳ …even though stifling is kind of a Task. i imagine it starts to hurt after a few
normally he will snz in doubles exclusively unless he does stifle then that will take it up to maybe four at once, nothing too excessive
↳ not hugely loud? but definitely not quiet. theyre pretty heavy too with a decent amount of force behind them, as such: “hhuh’dDJSHhh! …’djiISHHh’uh!”
↳ stifles into a fist, regular snz into his elbow and he grips the elbow w his other hand
↳ i also have this really specific thought that after he stifles a couple of times, the next snz gears up immediately after and he has this gasping, stuttery buildup before the last snz that will be very much harsher and ultimately unstifleable: and i spelled it out too! “hh’nNGt! ‘GKKts! -ahH! h-hhaaHh’GKSHHh’uh!”
(these headcanons are literally getting princess treatment im so sorry to all the other characters. my bias is showing)
aside from above though, (and allergic snzs) his buildups are next to nonexistent. he has a few tells, if you look closely you’ll see his brows draw together, nostrils flare and maybe a fluttery blink before a single hitching breath and then he’s off
colds 💭💭💭 when he’s sick i feel like he gets tired a lot, but he kinda ignores it and wont sleep any more than he usually does (which probably isnt a lot)
↳ although if someone were to insist that he take a break, he would 100% be passed straight out the second he was horizontal
↳ think he has such a gorgeous sick voice… LMFAO - its just slightly deeper and with the tiniest gravelly quality + those kind of rounded out consonants… yeah
definitely isnt particularly kind on his nose, especially when it comes to allergies.. he knuckles at it with way too much force
↳ i think partly because being just itchy would bother him to no end, doesnt let him concentrate on anything
i have a whole thing in my head about him fighting in p/ankration or whatever and getting a bloody nose, whether it be when he’s sick or allergies are just particularly bad but hes just sneezy about it … yeah
↳ broken/injured nose = no touching, so he can’t stifle for a while. because of this he ends up hovering a hand awkwardly in front of his face like a shield (blood everywhere, most likely.) also he cant rub it in this state, so his nose will most certainly be scrunched up (which hurts just as much, but he finds being itchy is more annoying than being in pain)
↳ some other thoughts idk. he’s trying to clean up a wound on his face but the alcohol reaaallly gets to him; eyes are streaming and hes sniffling so bad and he has a three second window to get it done before he’s sneezing lmfao
something to do with the dog/wolf motifs of his character, he definitely scrunches up his nose when its irritated
↳ maybe an involuntary little head shake/twitch after a particularly harsh snz
has a habit of turning fully away to snz, obviously to be polite to anyone whos there but he also does it when hes alone. just turns around lmao
i see him as slightly photic, again just because he spends so much time in the dingy ass fortress so there’s probably a bit of light sensitivity there
↳ however i feel like its never enough to actually make him sneeze, it just tingles a bit and is generally annoying… but it DOES prove useful for coaxing out a stuck snz
probably anti-holdbacks until he has a raging headcold with an awful throat so even breathing hurts, so he’ll try his best to stave sneezes off
n/euvillette
stifles all. the. time. i know this
↳ they’re basically silent, pinched between two fingers, but occasionally the tail end will slip out so there’ll be a bit of a “kssh!” to be heard
↳ singles usually with the occasional double that honestly catches him off guard, he never expects more than one
↳ probably takes a lot of convincing to get him to Not stifle. unstifled snz i think isnt super vocal in sound, and is decently forceful and kinda wet: “ehH’tchSHHhh!” something like that
i think dust and particularly potent fragrances make him sneeze - he isnt allergic per se, just sensitive
↳ for this reason he likes to keep his space very clean and tidy and without perfume or whatever. an outsider’s perspective might see it as plain but he does it for his own benefit
↳ probably had to tell w/riothesley to stop wearing cologne when he visits
doesnt get sick very often, he probably has a good immune system and this paired with being nonhuman probably means hes not susceptible to colds
↳ HOWEVER. on the off chance he does come down with something, you absolutely know about it. it’s very clear in his face - eyes and nose both rimmed red, and he just looks pretty tired in general.
↳ colds for him are probably very sneezy too,, poor guy lmfao
↳ also, with the thing where it rains when he’s sad… being the hydro dragon and all the weather probably turns pretty foul until he’s feeling better (puts a whole new meaning on the phrase “under the weather” hahaha)
↳ obviously continues to work through it who do you think he is! even if he has a court case, he’ll stay through the whole thing even if his head is pounding and he’s stifled enough to burst a blood vessel
↳ in court if anyone notices the obvious congestion in his voice nobody dares make a comment lmfao - this makes him think he’s got away with it even though its blatant he’s unwell
↳ the people close to him finding out he’s sick for the first time definitely involves a lot of “wow, i didn’t know you could even get sick”
handkerchief user ….. he really just seems like the type
dutifully blesses other people but gets lowkey flustered if anyone else says bless you to him
alright. here’s my kink!n/euvillette thoughts with w/riothesley so skip this part if that isn’t your thing :)
- is definitely one to comment on w/riothesley’s snz, and kind of challenge him when he denies being allergic to things… such as “that was five back to back, are you quite sure it’s nothing?”/“that sounded like it hurt”/“i’ve never seen you sneeze that many times in a row”
- would have a vase of rainbow roses or something on his desk completely nonchalantly when “professionally” meeting with w/riothesley. neither of them comment on it whilst n/euvillette watches w/riothesley try his damnedest to keep composure knowing full well he’ll never admit the flowers are bothering him
- n/euvillette definitely becomes a totally different person when its anything to do w the kink,, like he’s the last person you’d expect for it but he will literally be making an absolute wreck of w/riothesley
- something about dragons and “needs” or whatever….. i have no knowledge about monsterfucking or dragons or anything but there’s probably something there right??? someone who knows more might inform me do dragons have heat
thats all i have !!! ahhhhhhh anon ur awesome thank you for requesting my favs 😭❤️ i loved making this post im so so fixated on these two so i hope you liked these hcs :) sorry the post is kinda really long uh. blame the autism for that one
Hi! do you have prompts/suggestions for fun illness symptoms besides like fever and cough and such? I feel like my sickfics are getting really repetitive and I wanna spice them up but I'm not sure how
Sure! Here’s a few:
- Difficulty sleeping / sleeping too much / excessive tiredness
something that i dont think we talk about enough is married sickies and caregivers. sure, it’s cute and all when they’re dating, but when they’ve been married for years? when they can immediately tell their spouse is coming down with something and knows exactly how it will progress? when they know all of their spouse’s habits when they’re sick because they’ve seen it so many times before? it’s domesticity at its finest
Small note: There won't be any snz spellings in this fic because those are HARD!!! (aHHHHHH) but there will still be descriptions of them, but still generally not that many
(insert word count here later)
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Thursday:
It started with a sore throat, nothing a little swallowing couldn't handle. It wasn't uncommon for Kaveh to wake up feeling a little dry. Poor sleeping posture that left his neck tilted sideways and mouth open, it was bound to happen some mornings.
He didn't think much of it, stealing a toast from Alhaitham's plate before scurrying out of the house. He had a meeting with a client just under an hour later, and would hate to be late. This guy in particular had been giving him quite a lot of issues, from wanting a fireplace that close to the front door such that it was quite literally opening into it, to winding stairs with no railings to speak of.
Now, Kaveh knew he was getting paid good money to blueprint this house, but boy were some people who were just pure rich with no brains to back their wealth up.
It didn't help that he could already feel a headache building up.
-
Kaveh was going to pop a vein.
"I told you! My blueprint, my rules!" His client crossed his leg, leaning against back against the chair before taking a long drag of their cigar. After a pause, smoke fills the space between them.
Across the table, Kaveh presses hands against his forehead, partly because he was in utter disbelief, and partly because the smoke was messing with him.
"Sir.. what you are proposing is a fire hazard.. we live in a rainforest."
His sore throat wasn't going away.
-
Alhaitham was already at home by the time Kaveh got back.
"This FUCKING client.."
"Welcome home Kaveh, want some dinner?"
The architect stopped in his tracks, looking over at the steaming food on the table.
"..I'm not hungry."
"Oh come on," Alhaitham snapped his book shut, placing it on the coffee table before standing up. A few steps to reach the other later, he wrapped his arms around Kaveh's waist. "I waited for you to come home."
Kaveh felt a warm breath upon the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Normally, he would've caved, would've turned back to devour Alhaitham in a deep kiss.
But tonight, just the mere thought of leaning that far back made Kaveh's head dizzy. Just the thought of having to swallow food through his aching throat made his appetite disappear.
"Not today Haitham, I'm going to bed."
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Friday:
His throat felt like sandpaper, nothing a little water couldn't fix. Kaveh got out of bed, holding his head in his hands to make the world stop spinning.
Throwing a quick glance at his bedside alarm, Kaveh nearly got a heart attack. FUCK! He was supposed to meet the client in 10 minutes, and it took 15 just getting to the meeting point.
Wriggling out of his pajamas, Kaveh threw on yesterday's shirt and cape before grabbing Mehrak and bolting out of the door.
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"I'm- ahem! -I'm sorry for the delay!" Kaveh frantically took a seat, his voice accidentally hitching an octave higher.
The client sighed, whispers of smoke surrounding him. "Please remember that I am paying you to be here."
"Yes, yes, of course of course!" Kaveh laughed nervously, opening his suitcase to remove the blueprints. "About yesterday's discussion.."
"Have you made the appropriate changes?"
"..Excuse me?"
"The fireplace."
"You can't seriously still want it that close to the door.. plus you're paying for a high-quality wooden doorframe."
"Enough." The client exhaled in Kaveh's direction, causing him to hide behind closed fingers yet again. "You're going to do up the blueprint for me by tomorrow, or I no longer require your services."
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As usual, Alhaitham was already home by the time Kaveh got home.
"Dinner."
"Ahaha- sorry.. I'm not in the mood."
"Kaveh. You haven't eaten since yesterday."
"Ahaha.." HOW DID HE KNOW???
Defeated, Kaveh makes his way over to the dining table, collapsing onto the chair.
"Are you alright? You sound different."
"Ah.. is that so.." Kaveh mumbles. The client today cost him a lot, his voice was just one of those things.
"I'll feed you."
"H-Haitham!! There's really no need!
With that, Kaveh quickly took his spoon, eating the meal without a second glance at his roommate.
Alhaitham smirked, mission accomplished.
-
"Kaveh, come to my room tonight."
"I can't! I have to finish this blueprint for my client."
Alhaitham's eyebrows furrowed. "Come on, indulge me." He hugs Kaveh from behind, nuzzling into his neck.
"C-Can't!! Sorry!!"
So the Scribe stood alone in the hallway, dirty dishes on his left and no Kaveh on his right.
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Saturday:
Kaveh had not slept. How could he, when he was up all night fixing every little detail of the blueprint to his client's demands?
He had taken a 40minute power nap though, so that was that.
Not that his clogged sinuses would let him rest in peace. Somewhere in the middle of the night, the annoyance of his sore throat had somehow made its way up his soft palette and into the confines of his nasal passages.
It was just his luck that all his tissues seemed to have ran out too.
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"You're up early."
If not for his throat, Kaveh would've screamed.
"H-Haitham!!? I could say the same about you."
"I have to head to the office early. You?"
The duo stared at each other in silence, one seated and one standing.
There was no way in Hell Kaveh was telling Alhaitham what he came out for.
"W-Well we just happen to have very similar schedules!"
"Hoh-"
Eyeing Alhaitham's toast, Kaveh swiped one, wrapping it thickly with kitchen towels before leaving the house.
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Kaveh sniffles against his wrist. He just- just needed to dash into an alley real quick to blow his nose.
He was thankful for the empty streets.
Leaning against a brick wall, Kaveh unwraps the toast slowly, pressing a tissue against his face. He blows productively, that was, until the congestion came back with full force. Inhaling, Kaveh used the wall as support as he tries again.
The effort leaves him gasping for air, head foggy. His left ear was blocked too. Just his luck.
-
"Finally." The client smiled at the new blueprint. "This is exactly what I want."
Kaveh didn't know if he should be relieved or terrified.
"Now, about those stairs I proposed-"
Terrified, he should be terrified.
-
The first sneeze came while he was walking home. It was late, Kaveh's voice was shot from arguing, and he was tired. There was no one around, but he still felt it necessary to stifle it between tightly pinched fingers.
Force of habit, he supposes.
Perhaps it was because of the relief that his next meeting with the client was pushed back to next week, or perhaps it really was this cold catching up to him, but Kaveh shivered harshly against the Sumeru wind.
Hold yourself together, home is just three steps away.
-
The moment the front door opens, Kaveh feels himself get enveloped with a pair of strong arms.
"H-Haitham??! You scared me!"
"You're shivering."
Kaveh felt him blush at the other pointing out the obvious.
"Have dinner with me." The warm breath breathed down his neck, making it hard for Kaveh to decline the offer. "I made your favourite."
"You did?" Kaveh whispered. He had been craving for something warm.
"Mm." Alhaitham hummed in reply, spinning Kaveh around gently to capture his lips in his. "I did."
Initial shock melted into bliss as Kaveh melted into the kiss. All his pent-up stress seemed to disappear for awhile before-
"Haitham wait- I'm sick, you can't-"
"Too late," Alhaitham mumbled, closing the distance between them once again. "Two days too late."
"You knew?!"
"You were trying to hide it?" He scoffed. "You suck."
"N-No you suck!"
"Mm, as you wish.." Alhaitham teased, dropping to his knees and fiddling with Kaveh's belt.
"H-HAItham!!" Kaveh blushed. Whether it was from this situation or his fever, he didn't know.
"Alright alright," the movements on his pants stopped. "Dinner first, then you're sleeping with me tonight."
Leaving little room for excuses, Kaveh was dragged to the table.
-
"Bless you."
"Ah, t-thanks.." Kaveh mumbled through the back of his fist. The steam from the shower they just had did wonders to clear his congestion, but at the price of-
He presses the back of his wrist harshly against his nose.
Before Kaveh could even begin hitching for air, he is startled out of it by the warm sensation of someone grabbing his arm.
Cracking open blurry eyes, he's met with Alhaitham's piercing stare. Alhaitham frowns, pulling Kaveh's arm away from his face before pressing their bodies together. He pushes Kaveh down onto the sheets below them, causing the other to fall onto the pillows with a soft "uff-!"
Alhaitham leans over him such that his hair was tickling Kaveh's collarbone. Tilting his head upwards, Alhaitham whispers in a low voice,
"Don't stifle. Let me here them, please."
Kaveh felt a chill run down his spine. "S-Sorry? I must have heard you wrongly," he stutters. "My ear is blocked on the left side.."
Alhaitham lets out a low laugh, collapsing on Kaveh's right side before pulling him in for a hug.
"Is that so?" He then lowers his voice to a volume barely above a whisper. "Can you hear me now?"
He was so close, Kaveh could feel Alhaitham's lips moving on his ear. Still, he remained silent, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
"I love you, Kaveh."
In response, Kaveh turns away, curling into himself, hands shooting up to cover his face in embarrassment.
"So you can hear me."
"O-Of course, you IDIOT!"
"Mm, that's good. So I'll kiss you on the Right." Kaveh felt Alhaitham yet again pulling him in, lips on his shoulder, tongue on his neck.
He shivers, but this time not from the cold.
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Sunday:
Kaveh wakes up wrapped in blankets and Alhaitham. Last night was still foggy in his mind.
A second of peace passes, before Kaveh gasps desperately, snapping to the side as a fit of sneezes rush out of him. The morning sun streaming in from between the curtains luminated the fine droplets before they settled on white sheets.
"Good morning to you too.." Alhaitham nuzzled into his neck. "What a way to wake me up."
"I'm s-"
"Mm, don't apologise.." Alhaitham mumbled, leaning forward to kiss Kaveh on his cheek. "Turn around, want to look at you."
"But I'm a mess right now."
"Don't care." Alhaitham languidly climbs over Kaveh's body till they were once again facing each other. "Come on, don't be shy."
Alhaitham kisses him just above his lip.
"Mm, delicious."
-
The next time Kaveh wakes, Alhaitham had already left for work. He sits up, groggy from sleep.
There was a glass of fresh water on the bedside table along with a little box with words on it. Kaveh squints in the darkness, reaching for the box.
"4 in 1, 16 tablets. Suitable for colds, coughs, fevers, and blocked nose." Kaveh sighs. What is this?? A checklist for all his damn symptoms??
He flips the box around, pausing as his eyes dart over some words in ink.
"Get well soon Kaveh, I'll see you tonight."
Maybe this cold won't be that bad after all.
- end -
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So, ig alhaitham has the kink here
tysm for reading, this fic was self indulgent af sorry :')
Anyway this is my official announcement that @rykno-j tricked me into watching BSD and basically got me completely obsessed a good few years after it was cool, so if anyone has any blog or fic recs…
For those who don't know or care about the olympics, Laurie won gold and silver in gymnastics at the 2016 olympics. She's now a commentator for gymnastics at the olympics and is a treasure.
This is literally now my favorite post ever, because its become thousands of reblogs consisting of passing on good fortune. Meanwhile many of y’all added your own comments saying your thanks, and continuing the chain by adding your own little bit of wishful thinking. You are all wonderful.
tada! This is for you, thanks for getting me into this show, and I hope i did alright.
ship: s/tolas x b/litz (i forgot the ship name)
s/tolitz?
disclaimer: they might be out of character since, well, i dont really know how to write dialogue but fuck it! am i right? also theres a true lack of snz in the fic, apologies for that, plot took over.
word count: 2k
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"Pick the fuck up, you dick obsessed piece of shit-!" Blitz hurled his phone onto the ground, shattering it in the process. Seriously, this was like the fourth? Fifth? Sixth? time he broke one and it was always (mostly) due to that shitty bird.
It's not like he expected a whole reception for his monthly visit to the mansion to return the book, but it was unlike Stolas to just straight up ignore him for the past couple of days.
Not that he.. cared or anything like that, fuck no.
Well whatever, he might as well start scaling the walls if he planned to reach the bedroom anytime soon, an endeavor which would have been much easier if he wasn't lugging the huge book around.
Finally reaching the balcony, Blitz took a quick look around to check for security before ramming straight into the tainted glass windows.
What the fuck? Since when did he lock his doors? Stolas practically didn't care about his own safety, always shitting around and expecting someone to save his ass, it was annoying, really.
Tap tap. Tap tap tap tap. "STOLAS, BEFORE I BREAK THIS FUCKING SHIT DOWN YOU BETTER-"
"..Blitzy?"
To his left, Stolas peeked his head out of the ajar door. In silence, Blitz looked towards the window he was pounding, then at the door, then back at the window again.
"Oh so you still don't lock your doors." (completely ignoring the fact he tried opening a fixed window)
Inviting the imp into his room, Stolas returned to the edge of his bed, curling up in his sleeping robes. He was unsure why Blitz had come to visit, he was sure the full moon was not here for at least a few more nights.
"What? I got a stain on my shirt? Whyya looking at me like that?"
"Hm? Oh I was just wondering what you're doing here Blitzyy, breaking into my bedroom of all places especially-"
"Are you fucking serious Stolas? I'm here to return your damn book."
"O-Oh its that time of the month already?" Fuck he had been asleep longer than he thought.
"Yeah yeah poor you," Blitz mumbled, shoving the book back into its designated hole in the shelf. He then hopped off, starting the action of unbuttoning his shirt while walking towards the bed.
"Blitzy dear, what are you doing~?"
"Seriously, Stolas. Is this confusion act another one of your bird kinks? ..Eh you know what? You do whatever you want, I'm just here to do whatever I need to."
As Blitz advanced towards him, Stolas started back crawling deeper into the sheets, tripping over his robes in the process, leaving him pinned under the other's shadow.
"I uh, this might not be the best time Blizty, you see uh- well, Octavia is home tonight and I would hate to wake her up with, uh, well, sex sounds."
"Oh I can keep you quiet alright, just you watch."
"Oh! No, please! I could, well, we should, reschedule this, r-really. You see, I'm not really, uh, in the mood right now." Stolas forced out a smile, trying his best to ignore the little pulse of pain in his head.
"You serious? I lubed up and shit for this!" Blitz groaned, rolling his eyes as Stolas feebly struggled against his hold. "What's with all these fallen feathers anyway," he gestured towards the mass of fluffies all over the bed. "Been sleeping with someone else?"
"Oh Heavens no."
"Masturbating, then?"
"Oh never! Not when I have a glorious imp dick such as y'hh! yours!" With a sudden burst of strength, Stolas pushed Blitz's weight off of him, rolling to the side to stand. "But seriously Blitzy, you should go."
"I didn't come all this way just to be turned down by-"
"hih-'tshh! 'tcshh!"
"some-"
"ng'tshH!"
"cock hungry-"
"snff- ungh"
"Hey uh, you okay there?" Blitz asked, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. Normally, he wouldn't have got so far in his speech before Stolas would completely take over, ramping up the horniness to the maximum before pulling his pants down.
"Just f-fine darling~" Stolas laughed in response, though his voice sounded strained to say the least.
"Hmm.." Blitz scurried up behind the other, pulling on his arm when he won't look his way. "Nah you're hiding something. No horny remark, no dirty talk of how much you want to be dicked, something is wrong here, Stolas. You held at gun point or something?" Blitz climbed up the bedframe to reach Stolas' eyelevel. "Need me to off someone for you?"
"Noo, oh no, of course not! Just-"
"Just?"
"I've just been, well.. feeling a little unwell, that's all."
"Oh that's all?" Blitz hopped off the bed pole. "Gotcha, I'll get my guys at I.M.P to send over another care package to you. How was the last one we sent? Good enough?"
"It was.. brilliant. The fork really.. helped. Uh, soo Blizty? Could we discuss a reschedule of this.. thing?" It hadn't occurred to Stolas that moving their fuck-date to another night would mean the other takes his leave now.
"Hm? Yeah of course, but what's there to discuss? I'll come down a few days later to pick up the book and fuck you. Sounds good? Great, alright. I'll uh, see you then."
Before Blitz could take even a single step towards the balcony, a thin hand reached out to stop him.
"W-Wait!"
"What?"
"Oh! Uh, sorry." Stolas released his grip, brushing his hand awkwardly on his robe. His body had acted subconsciously. He had not meant to do that. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to stay over for the niii-dinner! Dinner. Well I've not had dinner yet, so whaddayousay?"
"Fine."
"Oh please Blitzy, it would- wait. What did you say?"
"I said fine. Now, can you actually cook or are we just going to eat cereal again?"
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And so cereal for dinner it was, if you could even call it dinner. To Blitz, it was more akin to watching Stolas struggle and fail to stay awake every 30 seconds. His head feathers (hair?) was a mess, puffing out in several angles that could normally only be achieved after a night of rough sex.
"S-Stolas look. If you wanna go to bed, you can just go."
"But I've been doing nothing but sleep for the past few dayys Blitzy, I wna spend time awake with youu."
"You're being fucking weird." Blitz stood, picking Stolas up with minimal effort. "Look, I came here to fuck you and that's it. I'm not your dinner date or your playmate, okay?"
"I know.." But truly, it was unsure at all if the bird was really listening or not. "I've just been so lon- and I just wanted to hav- around to make me fee-" the ruffle of the blanket drowned out Stolas' mumbles as Blitz deposited him back in bed. And to think the owl was actually older than him.
"Blitzy, would you stay the night?"
"I thought you wanted to reschedule?"
"Yes but well.." Stolas shyly thumbs the blanket between his fingers, "we don't have to have sex."
"Then what's the point?"
"..."
Receiving no reply, Blitz made his way to the balcony, hopping onto the railing and preparing a quick jump down. Despite himself, he casts a quick glance back at the owl, brows furrowing as he watches Stolas turn to his side, the blankets curling around him into a small tight ball.
Ugh fuck.
As Stolas miserably tried to fall back to sleep, he suddenly felt a dip in the mattress as if something of substantial weight was placed on it. Tilting his head a little to check what it was, he could barely contain the squeak of delight when his eyes landed on Blitz.
"Yeah yeah, don't get your feathery ass in a twist, I'll stay for the night, whatever, no biggie." Blitz flipped over to face the window. "It's not like I have anything else to do. M&M are sleeping, the book is with you, and Loona is not going to appreciate me coming home this early when I specifically told her I'd be gone for the night."
"Thank you, Blitzy."
"Mhm, you're welcome." Ignoring the fact that Stolas' eyes were staring holes into the back of his head, Blitz closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and tried to fall asleep.
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"hh' hih!- nhh~"
Stolas pulled the blanket over his beak, trying to muffle out the little sniffles he was forced to make. Dammit, the excessive sleep was making his head woozy, yet he was still somehow too tired to get up and do things.
Looking over at Blitz, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to pull the little imp under his covers into a hug. But Blitz was already going out of his way to stay here, so Stolas cuddled into his blankets instead.
"hH! ..hih'nngchiew! ..sorry."
This was bad. Stolas knew, (more so than anyone else, of course), that his sneezes came in fits, itchy ones that didn't want to stop the moment they started. Usually, this little tidbit of his was nothing more than an inconvenience, something that he dealt with by himself at home, with the occasional help of a feather.
But now, oh how could fate do him like this, Blitz was in the room. More so than simply 'in the room', at that, for he was a mere inches away, within cuddle's grasp.
Stolas groaned, beating his fists lightly against the mattress in annoyance, causing a small bundle of feathers to fly up. It's definitely a sight to behold. Normally, someone would come by his chambers to sweep up the feathers. But since he had put a strict 'no entry' order on his bedroom since 3 days ago..
"hiH' atchhw!!"
..One of them was unfortunate enough to land directly on the tip of his beak.
"Bless you."
"Oh-!" Stolas jolts up. "I thought you were already asleep my dear."
"How could I, when you're beathing behind me like a broken vacuum cleaner someone mistook for a fleshlight so they're shoving it down their dicks wondering why there's so much blood everywhere after they cum."
"That's- oddly specific."
"Yeah well, it happens to the best of us. My point is, sigh, if you need to sneeze, you should just do it. No need to make yourself suffer more than necessary."
"Yes, but it's impolite, and-"
"I've licked feathers off your asshole before, so don't come to me talking about this whole impolite shit."
"Well, yes Blitzy, but this is different!"
"Oh yeah?" Blitz's voice held a challenging tone. "And why's that? You know, I've read somewhere before that sneezing and getting off gives that similar rush of pleasure."
"From one of my books, perhaps?"
"Ah great, so you've read the same one."
"I suppose I have, but Blitzy-"
"SooO, maybe we won't have to reschedule after all."
"Whatever do you mea- ah-!" Before he could process what had happened, Stolas felt someone flip him over onto his back. Blinking, he watched as Blitz straddled him, expecting the weight of the imp to settle on his ribcage, the same way it would whenever he was being bondaged for sex.
But it never came.
It later occurred to Stolas that Blitz was putting his weight onto his own knees rather than sitting on him. Whether on accident or on purpose in attempt to look out for him, a light blush dusted the owl's cheeks.
He was thankful that imps can't see in the dark.
-
'Let's get started, shall we?"
"S-Started with what, Blitzyy?"
Tired of answering his stupid questions, Blitz reached for a feather in the dark. Once he found one, he held it between his fingers, lifting it up to barely above Stolas' nose.
"With this." Letting go, Blitz shot out both his hands to Stolas' wrists, pinning them against the mattress as the feather slowly glided down.
Tilting his head to avoid the feather proved futile as Blitz's tail whipped out from behind him to hold it in place.
"B-Blitzy.. hh'! I- need myhH'! -hands bhhH'-ack n-now.."
"Not unless ya-"
"hihh! -gssht!" The sneeze caused Stolas to curl in onto himself, his thighs bumping into Blitz, making him loose his balance and fall onto the owls' chest.
Arms finally free, Stolas lifts one to his beak, sniffling softly.
"S'hh-orry darling~ It's just- hH'! hih'Ngxtt-w! ..ow-" Stolas flips onto his side, Blitz still against his chest. "It appears my nose is rather painful."
"Yeah no shit, with the way you've been treating it." Blitz pokes Stolas' chest fur accusingly. "Ever heard of a tissue?" When he was replied with silence, Blitz rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket to look for some. "Here you fucking g-"
"..hHt' zzscht-iw!!" Stolas sniffled into his wrist, laughing softly as he felt Blitz jolt up in shock. "I'm sorry dear, that one snuck up on me."
"Don't worry about it, it's not like I've never been covered in your bodily fluids before." Blitz shrugged, handing the other a pocket tissue he happened to have on his person. "Here."
"..Blitzyy~ why are you handing me a condom? You know I don't have a d-"
"Oh. Shit, wrong thing. That one's for me, was for me, for tonight."
"Mm, right, right. I'm sorry that you had to come all this way for nothing Blitzy. You know what? How about you keep the book for the whole of next month hm? Save yourself the trouble of coming down?"
"Right. But you know, I actually don't quite mind the trouble." He watches in annoyance as Stolas does nothing more than press the tissue to his beak. "Ever heard of blowing?"
"Oh my Blitzy~ right now?"
"What the-? Oh fuck you! Not everything is about sex you perverted bird!"
"Well yes," Stolas went silent, and for a moment Blitz thought he was going to sneeze again. "But I am glad you're here, Blitzy, even if- especially, when we're not having sex."
"Right, keep saying that and I might start to believe it's true."
"But it is true. I love you Blitzy~"
"That fever's making you talk crazy." Blitz sighed, pressing his palm against Stolas' forehead, ignoring how the other leaned into him. "Just- rest, okay? Get better soon so I don't have to send that stupid care package, shit takes money you know?"
"Mm, whatever you say Blitzy." Stolas pulled the other in and under the covers, tucking his chin between Blitz's horns with a soft croon.
And Blitz, despite himself, didn't try to struggle free. Even with their monthly rendezvous, the pair rarely cuddled. This was different, it was nice, even if Stolas was warm, (hot), and delusional from his fever.
Imps are immune to fire after all.
And of course, the care package still arrives the next day.
-end-
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Notes: if anyone's wondering, i'd place this fic (in terms of in-universe timeline), somewhere where blitz and stolas are still in pretense
Thank you all so much for reading!
(and for my very special friend, happy birthday!) heres to waiting for hh s2 and for stolas and blitz to break up!
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