figured I should do an intro post on here, since apparently I'm using this blog again! you can call me rose, 30+, she/her
i run an arcane sickfic account over at trulysapphic, it's a little confusing but i'm the same lesbian lol 💕 this is my snz kink specific blog. also I run a caitvi sick/snzfic community - dm for invite!
---18+ please, this is a snz kink blog! MDNI---
requests are open-ish (open to ideas, no guarantees!)
ask guidelines: I only write female characters, specifically Caitlyn, Vi, or Mel from Arcane at the moment. I will not write anything sexually explicit, but references are ok. I also may or may not write your request, it depends on if I feel inspired or not, and if I have time. Thank you!! xoxo 💕 rose
happy pride to the asexual snzfuckers who were very confused about how they could be into no one and also snz at the same time! it’s a wild experience, but i love that there are so many of us on here and that the snz community is so inclusive when it comes to asexuality <3
by the way im soo normal and can be trusted around you while youre having a public sneezing fit i will absolutely be able to refrain from making little comments that make the situation even more embarrassing i can certainly be trusted not to set you off again while youre still sensitive so like dont even worry about it
"bless y- bless you! aw poor thing, do you need tissues? yeah you do. youre so sneezy today. are you getting sick? are you sure? you sound like youre getting stuffed up. dont sniffle, youll make it worse. oh hi yes dont worry theyre just a little under the weather. yes you are. they always sneeze a lot when theyre starting to get sick. then again i guess you are pretty sensitive in general huh? is something in here setting you off? well there must be something. people dont just sneeze like that when nothings wrong, not even you." <- example of things i definitely wont say to humiliate you in front of concerned strangers
I'm so into apologetic sneezes. Like the excuse me, pardon, sorry something really tickles in my nose, so sorry I really can't help it. It just gets to me. It's so hot and so adorable at the same time, it drives me nuts.
Thank you thank you ✨thank you✨ to @heleniumx @sparklesnroses @closetsnzbian @blooming-trees for the sweetest, most *squeal inducing* words on Part 1 of this fic. 😭💖 You all definitely helped motivate me to attempt writing the next part much sooner than I had planned.
(we’re feeling pretty whumpy here in Part 2… but that just means we have to be suuuper loved on in Part 3, right? 👀)
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Untitled Sickfic Pt 2 (F/F)
Part 1
Your legs felt unsteady by the time you reached your office.
You sank heavily into your desk chair with a sigh, closing your eyes as the dull pressure behind them pulsed harder than it had in the kitchen. Opening your laptop, you began looking through the dozen emails and two reports that needed your attention before your meeting later that morning.
A few hours had passed, but you were nowhere near where you wanted to be with your work. You sighed and leaned back in your chair, running a hand over your face, irritated when your nose began to prickle yet again. A low whine slipped out before you could stop it.
You held still, waiting to see if the tickle would bloom, when suddenly, your breath caught… “hhiih…” and then broke, a pair of sneezes snapping you forward. “Heh’Tschiew! - ’tsCHiew!”
You sighed, blinking to clear your teary eyes, reaching for a tissue to gently wipe your nose before turning your attention back to work.
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A little after noon, a quiet knock sounded at the door.
You looked up to find your wife in the open doorway, a small bowl in her hands, steam curling upward.
“Do you have time for a break?” she asked.
You nodded, offering her a grateful smile as you closed your laptop and set it aside to make room on the desk.
She smiled back, though her gaze lingered on you a moment longer than usual, taking in your tired eyes and drawn expression.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, carefully setting the bowl of soup down in front of you.
“I’ve definitely felt better,” you said, sniffling lightly. “It hasn’t been the most productive day.”
She hummed knowingly. “I can imagine...” You clocked her tone and gave her a look, prompting her to lift her hands playfully in surrender.
You picked up the spoon and took a small mouthful of the soup she prepared for you. The warmth was comforting, but the spice you typically love hit sharper than you expected.
“…h’hihh-”
Your breath caught again. You turned your head quickly, tucking your face into your shoulder as two small sneezes slipped out.
“…’tchiew! …’tSCHiew!”
“Bless you,” she said sweetly, a smile beginning to form.
You sniffled and cleared your throat, quietly thanking her and letting out an embarrassed laugh as you gestured to the bowl. “I think the spice got me.”
You tried another spoonful, intending to swallow more slowly this time, but the reaction came almost immediately. Your breath hitched again with less warning this time.
“eihtchiew!…h’heh-Heh’tshiew-’tSHiew!!”
You heard her bless you after the first sneeze, but the second caught you before you could respond, the quick triple leaving you blinking, heat rising to your face as you finally recovered.
When you finally looked up, she was watching you.
Her mouth twitched.
“That… was very cute,” she admitted, trying not to laugh.
The two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up while you finished your lunch. She lingered for a bit longer before finally standing.
“I should get back to it,” she said, taking a couple of steps toward the door.
“I should too,” you replied, clearing your throat. You masked a shiver by twisting to crack your back, earning a small wince from her.
“Do you think you’ll be able to wrap up early today?” she asked, hopeful. “I’d rather you not spend the entire day holed up in here sneezing by yourself.”
“Would you rather I spend the whole day sneezing out there with you?” you asked, amused, gesturing down the hall.
“Yes, actually, I would,” she quipped back.
You laughed and nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “I should be done in a few hours.”
She studied you for a second longer before returning your smile and slipping out of the room.
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You tried to pick up where you’d left off, but a steady pressure was building in your head. You rubbed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, trying to refocus when you realized you’d been staring at the same paragraph for several minutes.
When you next checked the time, you were surprised to find a little over an hour had passed since your wife left, and you’d made little progress on your work. Frustrated, you opened your messenger app and sent a note to your team, explaining the situation and apologizing for the delayed reports. The flood of “hope you feel better quickly!” messages helped ease your guilt somewhat, but it was enough to encourage you to close your computer and call it quits.
When you rose from your chair, the room tilted uncomfortably. You stood still for a moment, your hand flat on the desk, keeping you steady while you waited for the dizziness to pass. As soon as you felt more stable, you left your office.
Your skin felt overly sensitive, every brush of fabric setting your nerves on edge as you slowly walked down the hall. A few moments later, you felt the pressure in your face suddenly shift, making you pause and reach for the wall to maintain balance.
“Oh… hhih-” Your breath hitched once, twice, before a quick, breathy pair of sneezes broke free. “…’tchiew!-’tschiew!”
“Bless you!”
You startled and looked up. Your wife stood at the end of the hallway, her expression shifting instantly as she took you in.
She quickly walked toward you, concerned. “Are you alright?”
You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. “I think I need to lie down.”
Her hand was on your arm immediately, steadying you, her expression tightening as she felt the heat through your shirt.
“You’re… okay. Come on,” she murmured, more focused now.
She didn’t hesitate, guiding you away from the wall, her arm sliding around your waist as she walked you back toward the bedroom.
She eased you down onto the bed and immediately pressed her palm to your forehead.
“You’re really burning up,” she said softly, flipping her hand and pressing the back of it to your cheek.
You swallowed hard against the growing soreness in your throat. “I can’t remember the last time I had a fever.”
“I don’t think you’ve had one since we’ve been together,” she said, frowning now, really looking at you. “This seems like more than just a cold, love.”
Her hand moved to cup your cheek, your jaw, steadying your face as she tilted your head up.
You nodded, agreeing with her, when your nose began to twitch again. Your eyes fluttered briefly.
“I have to-” Your breath hitched sharply before the words could land, the sensation breaking through in a weak, uneven pair of sneezes. “…tschiew…eh’heh..h’tschiew…” Your head dipped forward as you sneezed openly down toward your lap.
She hummed softly, staying close. Her hands followed without hesitation, slipping into your hair as her fingers moved lightly at your scalp while you sniffled, waiting to see if you were done.
“Bless y…” Her voice trailed off as you interrupted her blessing.
“e‘tSHiew!… h‘TCHiuuew!…” You sneezed weakly down toward your lap again, only just realizing you weren’t covering at all. You felt a blush form as you hitched your way to the next set of sneezes, all the while your wife continued holding you close, her hands tangled in your hair.
You quickly pulled your collar up over your nose. “Hhh–! eiTSCHieu!..hh…‘tsCHiew!” The burst of air and light spray landing against your chest made you shiver, sending a rippling wave of discomfort through your aching body.
She waited a moment to make sure you were finished, and took your dropping your shirt from your face as her cue. She moved her hands to cup your face once more, tilting your head up to kiss your forehead.
“Bless you,” she said softly, lips still brushing against your forehead. “Let me get you something for this fever.”
A big thank you to @heleniumx for providing the 🤧 spellings a while back... I had asked for help spelling out snzes from one of my own wavs for another fic idea I had at the time and she absolutely delivered. 🙏
Fun tip: If you’d like, you can listen to the audio while you read. The recording is short enough that if you pause after each set snzes and then hit play as the next set of snzes appear in the story, it should stay well paced. (the first set of 🤧 begin at 00:04)
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Untitled Sickfic (F/F)
She’d woken an hour before you, brushing a soft kiss across your lips just before your alarm could sound, whispering that she had an early call and would be in her office down the hall. You gave a quiet hum in reply and stretched out, savoring the extra space in the bed for a few minutes after she left before finally pushing yourself upright. A dull pressure settled behind your eyes, shifting unpleasantly as you sat up, while a faint tickle began to stir in your sinuses. You rubbed your nose, hoping to chase it off, but only managed to make it worse.
“…‘tchiew!!” You sneezed suddenly, catching it against the inside of your wrist. “…eihtchiew!” You sniffled and paused, taking stock of the heaviness settling into your body and the tickle lingering in your sinuses. With a quiet sigh, you rubbed at your nose and decided a shower might help shake it off.
You stayed under the spray longer than usual, letting the heat soak in, hoping it might ease your growing discomfort. When you finally turned around and tipped your head back to wet your hair, the shift stirred the irritation again, sharper this time.
“…‘tchiew!’…‘tschiew!’” Your head dipped forward as a pair of sneezes broke free, uncovered in the privacy of the shower. You swallowed the urge to whine aloud, the dull ache in your limbs and the persistent irritation in your nose making it harder to ignore the obvious - you’d probably picked something up on your business trip the week before.
When you stepped into the kitchen, you immediately felt her eyes on you. She had most likely heard you sneezing.
You ignored her stare and drifted toward the espresso machine, tapping in your usual selection before turning to the window while it worked. You let your gaze wander, trying to shake the fog in your head, but the familiar prickle returned, building at the back of your nose just as the grinder wound down.
Your breath hitched… You quickly tugged your shirt up over your nose and bent forward, two sneezes snapping out one after the other. “e‘tSHiew…TSCHiuuueh!” The faint mist against your overheated skin made you shiver.
“Bless you.”
You jumped, startled by how close your wife’s voice was, and turned to meet her sympathetic gaze for a brief moment.
“Thank you, excuse me,” you murmured, clearing your throat as you stepped past her to grab your cup. “Do you have another call coming up?” you added, aiming for casual while carefully avoiding her eyes.
“I do,” she said evenly, still watching you as you moved about the kitchen preparing your coffee, adding cream and a dash of cinnamon to your cup. “Do you have any calls today?”
You nodded. “But not until… e-eleven…” Your voice faltered as the tickle crept back. You quickly set your cup down, eyes rolling in frustration.
Turning slightly away, you pulled your collar up over your nose again, a soft double sneeze escaping into the fabric. “…‘tschiew!…’tchiew!”
“Bless you…” she said gently, likely being mindful not to be overly affectionate in this moment, knowing how quickly her sympathy could overwhelm you.
You shook your head and raised a finger in warning- only to snap forward with another sharp sneeze into your shirt, bending at the waist with it. “…h‘TCHiuuew!”
She winced. “Oh, honey…” That was enough for her. She stepped closer, resting a hand on your back. “You sound like you’re coming down with something.”
You nodded, sniffling, your breath catching as the sensation built, eyes watering under the strain of the relentless tickle in your sinuses. “Heh’Tschiew!–‘tsCHiew!”
“Bless you, bless you,” she murmured, rubbing your back as you continued to hitch toward your next set of sneezes.
“Hhh–! eiTSCHieu!..” Your breath hitched in your chest, the tickle holding you right on the edge, making you cough lightly. The sneeze lingered, frustratingly out of reach, so you turned slightly toward your wife, looking past her to the window in hopes the light might finally tip you over. “…Hih’TSCH-ihhh!...hiuhhh...”
“Bless you, my goodness,” she said softly, her hand sliding from your back to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You let your shirt fall, sniffling quietly, and lifted a finger to your nose, rubbing lightly to ease the lingering tickle.
“Thank you, sorry…” You flushed as she shot you a pointed look. “I know, I know… no apologizing.”
“That’s right,” she said, brushing the back of her fingers gently against your cheek. “No apologizing. You’re allowed to not feel well.”
You cleared your throat and nodded, still working through the discomfort of letting yourself be so openly vulnerable. “I must have picked something up on the trip.”
She nodded, then glanced at her watch. “I have to get ready for this call,” she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. “Will you try to take it easy today?”
“I’ll try, I promise,” you replied, offering a small smile. “And before you say anything - yes, I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
She laughed softly and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Good girl.” With a quick wink, she picked up your coffee and pressed it back into your hands. “I’ll bring you lunch later.”
She leaned in once more, brushing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose before heading out of the kitchen…
💗 Femme has terrible spring allergies but never remembers to bring anything for it, so Butch keeps a few of Femme's dainty, floral handkerchiefs in her pocket for her. Butch feels a little ridiculous pulling out these outrageously girly pieces of fabric, but it's worth it for the relief on Femme's face when her allergies are flaring and she desperately needs to blow her nose.
💜 Bonus points if Butch is feeling a bit sneezy herself, and ends up needing to use one of the dainty little cloths to suddenly sneeze into, blushing when she realizes that others can see her using Femme's handkerchief. Femme thinks it's adorable, of course.
💗 Femme with a loud, harsh sneeze and Butch with a cute little kitten sneeze.
💜 Butch who has a hard time admitting when she doesn't feel well, but desperately wants Femme's comfort, so she'll just mope around the house sniffling and sneezing and sounding all around pathetic and miserable until Femme notices: "Aww, baby, are you getting sick? C'mere, let me hold you. Oh poor thing, you're burning up, aren't you?" Butch loves it but will never admit it.
💗 Femme who usually wears dresses and heels, but when she's sick she just wants to be in Butch's clothes, so she'll be curled up in bed in Butch's sweatpants and hoodie, and Butch thinks it's so adorable she almost melts.
💜 Butch taking over Femme's beauty routine when Femme is under the weather and too tired to do it herself. Butch is careful to follow the multi-step skincare routine, to use the right shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair, blow-drying it for her -- never making fun of Femme for any of it, knowing that it makes her girl feel good and Butch is happy to take care of her in this way. "Shh, let me do it baby, I promise I don't mind."
💗 Femme who has a habit of holding tissues to Butch's nose for her, gently encouraging Butch to work through the sneezy little fits she gets. "Good girl, one more? Oh, bless you, here -- blow, sweetheart."
...I feel like there's more but this is all I got rn 💕
ok so i watch the pitt now and SOMEONE GIVE TRINITY SANTOS A MISERABLE COLD very good chance im the only shipper of this anywhere but trinimel? kingsantos?? anyone????? i like garsantos as much as the next lesbian but i need someone who is all in for her like mel is with the people she cares about trust she would be such a good caretaker (also they’re my two faves but im starting to see why you like baran so much)
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hii red i'm answering you on here since this is where we usually chat!! yesss so glad you're into the pitt now ahh. it's sooo good! so many ideas!
i have to be so for real that neither Trinity or Mel are my personal faves but that is a totally valid ship and i'm SO sure you are not the only shipper! Mel would def be an amazing (if not nervous) caretaker, and Trinity would be the ultimate "I'm going to throw some tylenol at you and pretend I don't care" while totally fussing. ugh they'd be adorable, too cute
if my brain didn't resemble mush right now I would write more pitt stuff but yeah...anyway thanks for the message!!! 💗
ps. to the anon who sent the snzcanons req: I got it, and I hope to fill it one day when my brain isn't mush xo
hello yes slight request even though i ditched you for a while because it was my birthday this week 🥹 i just need caitlyn kiramman to suffer. please please god give her a miserable cold and give her her loving girlfriend vi 😋👍👍👍👍👍👍
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happy birthday red!!! I hope you had a great day!! 🥰💕💗
i know you said caitvi but i am in a polyam mood, so here is some vi and mel doting on their poor, sick caitlyn, who's ofc trying to work through her very sneezy cold...
The sneeze is so loud – even through a closed door and a hallway away – that Mel startles hard enough for her pencil to slide clear off the edge of her sketchbook.
“Goodness,” she exclaims, pressing a hand to her chest and taking a steadying breath. Vi jumps slightly too, her head snapping up from her novel.
“huh..huHH’SCHHiiew!!”
A second sneeze follows the first, unsurprisingly. Neither Vi nor Mel jump at that one.
“Damn,” Vi mutters under her breath, shaking her head in dismay. “Bless her.”
“She sounds absolutely dreadful,” Mel says, pouting slightly. Vi nods, a frown creasing her brows. The concern in her pale blue eyes is obvious as her gaze meets Mel’s.
“Should we…?” Vi gestures toward the hallway, raising an eyebrow.
Mel sighs, but sets down her sketchbook and pencil. “I believe we should, although she’s going to fight us. Again.”
“Two against one,” Vi smirks, brushing off her pants and standing up. “Between you and me, I bet we can wrestle her into bed.”
“I’ll start the tea,” Mel says, her expression hovering somewhere between exasperated and fond. She heads off in the direction of the kitchen while Vi makes her way toward the study.
Vi knocks lightly on the mahogany door, waiting for Caitlyn’s faint “Come in” before twisting the doorknob open.
As expected, Caitlyn is sitting behind her formidable desk, red-nosed and pale, elbow-deep in paperwork. There’s a number of balled-up handkerchiefs scattered across the desk, the uncharacteristic mess giving away Caitlyn’s illness as much as anything else. Her fountain tip pen bobs as she writes, and she doesn’t even glance up when Vi enters.
“Hey, you,” Vi says casually, coming over and hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk. “Heard some pretty impressive sneezing comin’ from this room. How’re you feeling?”
Caitlyn huffs out a sigh, finally looking up. Her jaw is set and her expression tight, but it does nothing to hide the fact that she’s unwell, evident from her cherry-red nose and the flush in her cheeks.
“I’b fidne,” Caitlyn says stuffily, glaring up at Vi through watery blue eyes. “We’ve bi’d over this.”
The corner of Vi’s mouth curves upward and she reaches out, cupping Caitlyn’s too-warm jaw. “Not sounding real fine there, sweetheart,” she murmurs, tracing her thumb over Caitlyn’s cheek. “How about we get you in bed? Mel’s making tea.”
“I do’t wa’t tea,” Caitlyn says, although the cough that follows her barely-comprehensible words doesn’t help her case. She turns aside to muffle the rattling cough into her elbow, and Vi grimaces in sympathy at the thick sound of it, scooting closer so that she can rub Caitlyn’s back.
Once the cough settles, Caitlyn turns back, quickly brushing away a tear from her cheek. Vi frowns at her.
“Cait,” Vi sighs, less playful, more serious now. “You sound like shit. You need to rest, not work, or else you’re never gonna kick whatever this is.”
“I’mb ma’dagi’g,” Caitlyn says, and it takes Vi a second to interpret. I’m managing.
“Right. Because being so congested I can barely understand a word out of your mouth is totally managing,” Vi deadpans, crossing her arms. “C’mon, cupcake. We don’t have to make this a fight.”
Caitlyn clearly intends to reply, but then her reddened nostrils flare, and she hastily cups both of her hands over her nose and mouth.
The sneeze barrel out of her, snapping her forward and into her hands clamped firmly over her face. They’re heavy and desperate-sounding, and Vi practically feels each one reverberate around her own chest.
“Bless you baby, fuck,” Vi swears, looking around the desk for a clean handkerchief to offer, but not finding one. Caitlyn still has her hands cupped over her face, and her wet, heavy sniffles give Vi a good enough idea why she hasn’t moved them yet.
“Bless you,” Mel says, her timing impeccable, as always. She strides into the room with a cup of tea in one hand and a stack of handkerchiefs in the other, and Caitlyn gives her a look of pure relief from behind her hands.
“Here we are.” Mel sets down the items and hands over a monogrammed handkerchief. Then Mel busies herself stirring the tea and Vi examines the paintings on the walls while Caitlyn tends to her nose, neither of them wanting to embarrass their girlfriend any further.
“Thank you,” Caitlyn finally says, her voice a hoarse rasp, but not quite as congested after blowing her nose. The other two women turn back to look at her. “Excuse me.”
“You poor darling. You sound so ill,” Mel coos, brushing a navy strand of hair away from Caitlyn’s face and tucking it behind her ear. Caitlyn’s ears go pink at the tips but she doesn’t push Mel away. She never does.
“I’m alright,” Caitlyn sighs, sniffling thickly and running a finger under her nose. “It’s just a cold. I appreciate your concern, but I really do have quite a bit to get done here.”
“And how much are you getting done while you’re sneezing every five seconds?” Vi smirks, watching Caitlyn’s flushed nose twitch again.
“I…hh…I’m no–hh–t sneezing every–hh–?” Caitlyn tries to protest, her breath wavering and voice going pitchy as she fights against the obvious need to sneeze. Her nose flares desperately and her eyes flutter, and Vi watches her with amusement as she continues to fight the reflex.
Caitlyn’s chest stutters as her breath hitches, a hand fluttering near her face as if she can simply wave the itch away. “Hh…hh…hiih…”
“Oh for goodness sakes.” Mel rolls her eyes and picks up a handkerchief. In one smooth movement she presses her plush lips to the tip of Caitlyn’s quivering nose, then immediately cups the handkerchief over her face as the other woman explodes into it.
“Bless you!” Mel says brightly, grinning a little. Vi chuckles and blesses Caitlyn as well.
Mel starts to move the handkerchief away but Caitlyn grabs her wrist, pressing her nose back into the cloth.
“Not…hh–done…hh–?” Caitlyn hitches, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she builds up again. Mel hums and readjusts, bringing the handkerchief closer to Caitlyn’s nose, which is flaring desperately beneath her hand.
The sneeze seems to tease Caitlyn, her breath rising to a peak and then falling back down again several times, but Vi and Mel wait patiently, simply letting their girlfriend work the tickle out.
“Hh..huh..hiihh–?” Caitlyn’s breath stutters, then her eyes snap shut and her chest expands with a growing breath. “hhhh..hhHH’ITCHUU! ihYSCHHIiew! hh..hUHH’schoOO! h’HSCHUUE!”
This round of sneezing is even more desperate and wet than the first, each one a burst of warm breath against the cloth in Mel’s hand, some of the dampness carrying through to her palm. Mel doesn’t flinch, just holds the handkerchief steady for Caitlyn as she shudders into it.
Once Caitlyn is finished, Mel waits a beat before pulling away from her nose with a wipe to catch any remaining mess.
“Bless you, my darling,” Mel murmurs, at the same time Vi gives an emphatic, “Bless you.”
Caitlyn nods her thanks, picking up another handkerchief to blow her nose into. She looks utterly exhausted by the time she finishes and sets the cloth aside, her nose and cheeks a matching, irritated red. There are purplish bags under her eyes and she looks almost fragile in a way that makes Vi want to scoop her up into her arms right away.
Vi kisses the top of Caitlyn’s hair and runs a broad hand in soothing circles between her shoulder blades.
“Baby…” Vi murmurs, frowning at the heat she can feel radiating through Caitlyn’s jumper. “Let’s get you in bed. You’re a mess – a cute mess,” Vi amends, when Caitlyn shoots her an affronted look.
“I must agree, love,” Mel chimes in, brushing the backs of her gold-tattoted fingers against Caitlyn’s flushed cheek. “You’re quite warm, and you’ve been in here for hours, working through this horrendous cold. Some rest and tea will do you well.”
Caitlyn’s shoulders fall and she sighs, rubbing her nose with her wrist and sniffling. “You two aren’t going to let me keep working, are you?”
Vi and Mel shake their heads in unison, smiling softly.
“Fine,” Caitlyn grumbles, pushing her chair back and standing. She wavers slightly and Vi immediately comes to her side, slipping an arm around her waist to hold her steady.
Mel brings the tea and the remaining handkerchiefs, and the three of them slowly make their way down the hall to the bedroom, Caitlyn’s continual sniffles echoing faintly off the walls.
The buzz of Piltover’s city life hums outside, but here in the warm comfort of Kiramman House, these three women have all they need.
beautiful, steady, always-composed Baran Al-Hashimi with a red, stuffy nose, sneezing into her scrubs, trying to work through a cold that just won't leave her alone...
hello yes slight request even though i ditched you for a while because it was my birthday this week 🥹 i just need caitlyn kiramman to suffer. please please god give her a miserable cold and give her her loving girlfriend vi 😋👍👍👍👍👍👍
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happy birthday red!!! I hope you had a great day!! 🥰💕💗
i know you said caitvi but i am in a polyam mood, so here is some vi and mel doting on their poor, sick caitlyn, who's ofc trying to work through her very sneezy cold...
The sneeze is so loud – even through a closed door and a hallway away – that Mel startles hard enough for her pencil to slide clear off the edge of her sketchbook.
“Goodness,” she exclaims, pressing a hand to her chest and taking a steadying breath. Vi jumps slightly too, her head snapping up from her novel.
“huh..huHH’SCHHiiew!!”
A second sneeze follows the first, unsurprisingly. Neither Vi nor Mel jump at that one.
“Damn,” Vi mutters under her breath, shaking her head in dismay. “Bless her.”
“She sounds absolutely dreadful,” Mel says, pouting slightly. Vi nods, a frown creasing her brows. The concern in her pale blue eyes is obvious as her gaze meets Mel’s.
“Should we…?” Vi gestures toward the hallway, raising an eyebrow.
Mel sighs, but sets down her sketchbook and pencil. “I believe we should, although she’s going to fight us. Again.”
“Two against one,” Vi smirks, brushing off her pants and standing up. “Between you and me, I bet we can wrestle her into bed.”
“I’ll start the tea,” Mel says, her expression hovering somewhere between exasperated and fond. She heads off in the direction of the kitchen while Vi makes her way toward the study.
Vi knocks lightly on the mahogany door, waiting for Caitlyn’s faint “Come in” before twisting the doorknob open.
As expected, Caitlyn is sitting behind her formidable desk, red-nosed and pale, elbow-deep in paperwork. There’s a number of balled-up handkerchiefs scattered across the desk, the uncharacteristic mess giving away Caitlyn’s illness as much as anything else. Her fountain tip pen bobs as she writes, and she doesn’t even glance up when Vi enters.
“Hey, you,” Vi says casually, coming over and hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk. “Heard some pretty impressive sneezing comin’ from this room. How’re you feeling?”
Caitlyn huffs out a sigh, finally looking up. Her jaw is set and her expression tight, but it does nothing to hide the fact that she’s unwell, evident from her cherry-red nose and the flush in her cheeks.
“I’b fidne,” Caitlyn says stuffily, glaring up at Vi through watery blue eyes. “We’ve bi’d over this.”
The corner of Vi’s mouth curves upward and she reaches out, cupping Caitlyn’s too-warm jaw. “Not sounding real fine there, sweetheart,” she murmurs, tracing her thumb over Caitlyn’s cheek. “How about we get you in bed? Mel’s making tea.”
“I do’t wa’t tea,” Caitlyn says, although the cough that follows her barely-comprehensible words doesn’t help her case. She turns aside to muffle the rattling cough into her elbow, and Vi grimaces in sympathy at the thick sound of it, scooting closer so that she can rub Caitlyn’s back.
Once the cough settles, Caitlyn turns back, quickly brushing away a tear from her cheek. Vi frowns at her.
“Cait,” Vi sighs, less playful, more serious now. “You sound like shit. You need to rest, not work, or else you’re never gonna kick whatever this is.”
“I’mb ma’dagi’g,” Caitlyn says, and it takes Vi a second to interpret. I’m managing.
“Right. Because being so congested I can barely understand a word out of your mouth is totally managing,” Vi deadpans, crossing her arms. “C’mon, cupcake. We don’t have to make this a fight.”
Caitlyn clearly intends to reply, but then her reddened nostrils flare, and she hastily cups both of her hands over her nose and mouth.
The sneeze barrel out of her, snapping her forward and into her hands clamped firmly over her face. They’re heavy and desperate-sounding, and Vi practically feels each one reverberate around her own chest.
“Bless you baby, fuck,” Vi swears, looking around the desk for a clean handkerchief to offer, but not finding one. Caitlyn still has her hands cupped over her face, and her wet, heavy sniffles give Vi a good enough idea why she hasn’t moved them yet.
“Bless you,” Mel says, her timing impeccable, as always. She strides into the room with a cup of tea in one hand and a stack of handkerchiefs in the other, and Caitlyn gives her a look of pure relief from behind her hands.
“Here we are.” Mel sets down the items and hands over a monogrammed handkerchief. Then Mel busies herself stirring the tea and Vi examines the paintings on the walls while Caitlyn tends to her nose, neither of them wanting to embarrass their girlfriend any further.
“Thank you,” Caitlyn finally says, her voice a hoarse rasp, but not quite as congested after blowing her nose. The other two women turn back to look at her. “Excuse me.”
“You poor darling. You sound so ill,” Mel coos, brushing a navy strand of hair away from Caitlyn’s face and tucking it behind her ear. Caitlyn’s ears go pink at the tips but she doesn’t push Mel away. She never does.
“I’m alright,” Caitlyn sighs, sniffling thickly and running a finger under her nose. “It’s just a cold. I appreciate your concern, but I really do have quite a bit to get done here.”
“And how much are you getting done while you’re sneezing every five seconds?” Vi smirks, watching Caitlyn’s flushed nose twitch again.
“I…hh…I’m no–hh–t sneezing every–hh–?” Caitlyn tries to protest, her breath wavering and voice going pitchy as she fights against the obvious need to sneeze. Her nose flares desperately and her eyes flutter, and Vi watches her with amusement as she continues to fight the reflex.
Caitlyn’s chest stutters as her breath hitches, a hand fluttering near her face as if she can simply wave the itch away. “Hh…hh…hiih…”
“Oh for goodness sakes.” Mel rolls her eyes and picks up a handkerchief. In one smooth movement she presses her plush lips to the tip of Caitlyn’s quivering nose, then immediately cups the handkerchief over her face as the other woman explodes into it.
“Bless you!” Mel says brightly, grinning a little. Vi chuckles and blesses Caitlyn as well.
Mel starts to move the handkerchief away but Caitlyn grabs her wrist, pressing her nose back into the cloth.
“Not…hh–done…hh–?” Caitlyn hitches, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she builds up again. Mel hums and readjusts, bringing the handkerchief closer to Caitlyn’s nose, which is flaring desperately beneath her hand.
The sneeze seems to tease Caitlyn, her breath rising to a peak and then falling back down again several times, but Vi and Mel wait patiently, simply letting their girlfriend work the tickle out.
“Hh..huh..hiihh–?” Caitlyn’s breath stutters, then her eyes snap shut and her chest expands with a growing breath. “hhhh..hhHH’ITCHUU! ihYSCHHIiew! hh..hUHH’schoOO! h’HSCHUUE!”
This round of sneezing is even more desperate and wet than the first, each one a burst of warm breath against the cloth in Mel’s hand, some of the dampness carrying through to her palm. Mel doesn’t flinch, just holds the handkerchief steady for Caitlyn as she shudders into it.
Once Caitlyn is finished, Mel waits a beat before pulling away from her nose with a wipe to catch any remaining mess.
“Bless you, my darling,” Mel murmurs, at the same time Vi gives an emphatic, “Bless you.”
Caitlyn nods her thanks, picking up another handkerchief to blow her nose into. She looks utterly exhausted by the time she finishes and sets the cloth aside, her nose and cheeks a matching, irritated red. There are purplish bags under her eyes and she looks almost fragile in a way that makes Vi want to scoop her up into her arms right away.
Vi kisses the top of Caitlyn’s hair and runs a broad hand in soothing circles between her shoulder blades.
“Baby…” Vi murmurs, frowning at the heat she can feel radiating through Caitlyn’s jumper. “Let’s get you in bed. You’re a mess – a cute mess,” Vi amends, when Caitlyn shoots her an affronted look.
“I must agree, love,” Mel chimes in, brushing the backs of her gold-tattoted fingers against Caitlyn’s flushed cheek. “You’re quite warm, and you’ve been in here for hours, working through this horrendous cold. Some rest and tea will do you well.”
Caitlyn’s shoulders fall and she sighs, rubbing her nose with her wrist and sniffling. “You two aren’t going to let me keep working, are you?”
Vi and Mel shake their heads in unison, smiling softly.
“Fine,” Caitlyn grumbles, pushing her chair back and standing. She wavers slightly and Vi immediately comes to her side, slipping an arm around her waist to hold her steady.
Mel brings the tea and the remaining handkerchiefs, and the three of them slowly make their way down the hall to the bedroom, Caitlyn’s continual sniffles echoing faintly off the walls.
The buzz of Piltover’s city life hums outside, but here in the warm comfort of Kiramman House, these three women have all they need.
imagining my favs snowed in at a cabin with stuffy, sneezy colds. neither of them know who brought it with them since they can’t keep their hands off each other. I imagine them in thick sweaters and warm socks, cuddling in front of the fire under a bunch of cozy blankets. outside, the frosty wind rattles the windows. their pink noses glow in the firelight. after they finish a lazy dinner of steaming soup and soft bread, the one whose voice sounds less hoarse than the other reads aloud from a cozy mystery book in a whisper—but not too soft—because both of them have clogged ears. a box of tissues sits beside them at the ready to catch every inevitable wet sneeze and gurgling blow. lots of soupy sniffles set off fits of tickling sneezes. they have been drinking tea all day for their raw throats, and have decided to add just a bit of whisky this time for good measure. maybe it’ll help them get some much-needed sleep tonight, they think wistfully. and although they feel miserable, at least they are there together.
The hot, strict, terrifying professor at the university has a horrific cold, but they don't cancel class and they certainly don't cancel their office hours. A student known among their peers to be the "mom friend", who's always taking care of everyone, has office hours with this professor. Right at the peak of the professor's cold, when their voice is wrecked and they can't get through more than two sentences without sneezing.
The "mom friend" student has to bite their tongue to keep from blessing them (which they hate) and almost literally sit on their hands to keep from offering them tissues (with balm of course) or cough drops from the endless supply of caretaking items they always have with them "just in case"... 😏 But it's so hard to stay neutral when this unflappable professor looks so pitiful and genuinely miserable and no matter how hard they try to be their usual, efficient, stone-faced self, their exhaustion shines through...
