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[hachiibun]

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[selene-and-the-cold]

☕️ and 💧for Silas and Bertie?

Yesterday, I reblogged this great list of snz fall prompts by @buckysnose and was sent this great ask for Silas and Bertie.

Warm drinks ☕️

Sniffles 💧

I really loved the prompt combination, Kaze, and was excited to write for the two of them again. Thank you so much for sending this ask <3 I hope you'll enjoy this little ficlet.

These are my two Victorian-era- inspired OCs Silas and Albert. Their story so far can be read in Part 1 - Taking a Ride, as well as Part 2 - Taking a Rest. I am currently working on Part 3, but it might still take a while.

This little scene is set at some point after Part 3 of their story. It can be read on its own and I apologise for the title as well as for any mistakes because this is not beta-ed.

Warnings: two men in love, one of them with a cold, the other with a valet as cool as a cucumber. Nakedness is mentioned, but not explicitly described. And somehow they are drinking alcohol again. It seems to be their thing. Brief mention of naughty things done with a tasseled belt. And of course some snz.

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Frolicking (OCs, M/M, cold)

"I don't know what you were thinking!,"Albert chided, giving Silas a reproachful look as he hovered over him like an angry bee, then fussed some more as he pried the soaking wet coat off Silas' body. Silas just let it happen, trying his best not to exasperate his friend even more. He shivered slightly, even though Albert's rooms were nice and warm as always, but the damp fabric clung to his body like a second skin.

"Once again, I... hhhehhh... I do apologize, Bertie. It's just that I longed to see you tonight, so I decided to come over for a surprise visit*snnnffff* I meant to sneak in rather stealthily with the key you gave me. It was never my intention to cause any trouble.. and I certainly did not mean to compromise you by letting Barker witness my arrival. ” At that, Albert suddenly stopped the fussing, hands resting on Silas' drenched lapels as he eyed him confusedly. "Barker? Why on earth...?”

It took a moment until the penny dropped and Albert caught Silas' meaning. Apparently, Silas was worried he was angry with him because Barker had seen him enter. Usually, Silas was very good at entering the house unnoticed, but his sodden shoes and trouser legs had naturally drawn the valet's attention as they had made the most horrific noise on the tiles in the downstairs hallway, no matter how hard Silas had tried to slink soundlessly along the hallway.

“Ooohhh...! Oh no, don't you worry about Barker, that's not what I meant,” Albert reassured him, waving his hand dismissively. “Barker won't mind, he is very discreet. No, I'm talking about you, my love! Walking all the way here in the pouring rain! Look at the state of you!" Albert gestured, while Silas kept dripping water from every inch of his being, soaking the plush carpet in Albert's private sitting room. Albert was not wrong. Silas was in an absolutely awful state. The sudden downpour had taken him by surprise only a few minutes after he had left his own house for a sneaky, late-evening visit to his friend. Of course he could have turned around and gone back home, but he had longed to see his Bertie, and besides they did not live THAT far from each other, did they?

In theory, they did not. However, Silas soon found that the downpour was only getting worse and that the distance between their respective dwellings seemed to cruelly stretch out further and further the heavier the raindrops pelted down on him and his fashionable, alas regrettably thin coat.

So Silas had arrived at Albert's town house a dripping wet mess. Barker had met the scene with an almost blank, neutral face. Only the hint of a smile and the slightest twitch of an eyebrow had suggested Barker's real thoughts on Silas' late-evening visit long after respectable calling hours, as the valet had taken him upstairs to Albert's private quarters without as much as a word on why Silas was there. It had all been terribly embarrassing. "I'm sorry, Bertie, please don't be cross with me. I couldn't bear it... heehhhh....Hehh'dzSHhIew!!!" "Ah, there we go! Now you've caught a chill from frolicking around in the rain!" "I did not 'frolic' I was merely walk...wahhhlkhiinnn...Ngg'TSSHiih!! *snffff* Hell's teeth! Excuse mbe!" Silas had hastily ducked to the side to avoid spraying Albert with the poorly stifled sneeze, annoyed with his nose for its terrible timing. Albert just clicked his tongue and gave Silas a withering look. "See?! Quod erat demonstrandum, my love." "It's been only a few sneezes, Bertie. If anything it's a slight case of the sniffles, nothing more... HhEdzZsHIh!! TSSHHIhh!!! *snnfff*" he clamped a gloved hand in front of his face, barely covering the set of sneezes that shook his frame and sent droplets of water flying from his drenched clothes as if he were a wet dog. "*snnnrrff* So sorry.... As I said, it is merely a case of the sniffles. Do not fret on my behalf. You keep fussing over nothing, Bertie!”

“Why don't you let me be the judge of that?,” Albert retorted, sounding audibly piqued. The truth was that Silas had felt not quite like himself for a few days already. He had suffered from a terrible headache and an irritatingly sore about two days ago. The sniffling and sneezing had started yesterday evening and he had felt tired and cranky all day. If he was completely honest, he had felt miserable and craved Albert's sweet, loving embrace and kind eyes, hence why he had decided to venture out for this night time visit despite the adverse conditions. And now he had ruined their evening by getting himself all wet and Albert all cross with him. Tears of frustration pricked Silas' eyes, causing Albert's stern look to soften instantly.

“Come, Sy, let's not squabble about this. The most important thing is that you are here now and that we have to get you warmed up, my love,” he said softly, his hands rubbing Silas' arms in a weak attempt to generate warmth for his sogging wet partner. “We can't have you catch a chill! Now, you stay put here in my quarters near the fireplace, while I go downstairs and organise a few things. And for goodness sake get out of these wet clothes!," Albert chided, since Silas still stood in his wet shirt, waistcoat and trousers, having only shrugged out of his coat, which lay forgotten on the floor in a sorry wet heap.

Silas wanted nothing more than to lean into Albert, to have him close his arms around him and kiss his neck, as was Albert's habit. He was still far too wet, though, so instead of folding himself into Albert's embrace, Silas began to peel the sodden fabric from his body.

“I'll get you one of my pajamas and the warm golden-brown dressing gown,” Albert announced softly, then stayed long enough to ensure that Silas did in fact undress, before he left him to it.

Albert's bedroom was directly connected to his private sitting room, so Silas did his best not to sneeze in Albert's earshot. He could not help the waves of shivers running down his spine, though, and soon he was shaking like a leaf as he tossed one item of clothing after the other on the growing wet pile of fabric. It really was a shame about the beautiful carpet.

“Here you are, my love, you can slip straight into these once you're done drying yourself off. I brought you a towel as well, just toss it on the pile when you're done with it,” Albert explained, sweetly but efficiently, his mind snapping into efficient mode so it would not have to linger on the worries about Silas.

“Thank you, dearest. I am so terribly sorry to be such a burden to you.. Hehh'DZzzSHHI!!”

Letting the last bit of clothing drop onto the pile, Silas snapped forward with a pitiful sneeze that had him sway on his feet. Tears threatened to well up once again, when Silas was suddenly painfully aware of his own vulnerability as he stood there, naked and shivery, barely able to keep his balance in the wake of the sneeze. He blinked, trying to force the tears down, when he suddenly felt himself wrapped into a fluffy towel and Albert's warm embrace.

“Bless you,” Albert whispered softly, his lips mere inches away from Silas' ear as he was hugging Silas from behind, wrapping the towel around his shivering frame. “You are not a burden, Sy. You are a gift I intend to keep protected for as long as I can.”

He turned him around to kiss him, then. Long and slow – a silent promise.

When their lips parted, Silas had stopped shivering.

“That's much better, isn't it, Sy? Now you towel yourself off, slip into my pajamas and get comfortable on the sofa. I'll be right back with a little something to warm you up.”

~~~~~

Some time later, Silas found himself bundled up in Albert's pajamas, the dressing gown with the tasseled belt, which Albert had once used to spank him, and a warm blanket around himself. Next to him on the side table stood a tray laden with the most delicious treats. It seemed that Albert had raided the kitchen for him, since there were biscuits, a steaming cup of tea, as well as another mug filled with a fortifying hot toddy. The first few sips had filled Silas' cold body with a heavy wave of warmth, and he had finally been able to relax.

He had taken quite a few more sips since then and thus felt a little drowsy, his cheeks red from a mixture of alcohol, the heat from the fire and the first licks of a burning fever. Albert sat right behind him on the couch, so Silas could rest against his lover's chest, his body moving softly with the rise and fall of Albert's breathing.

“And you are certain that it is no trouble if I stay here tonight, Bertie?,” Silas asked in a small voice for about the millionth time.

“Quite certain, Sy, my love. Besides, it is still raining outside and I won't let you ruin my dressing gown by frolicking around in the rain again.”

Silas rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I was not frolicking around! Hehh'TttssSHHieW!”

“Bless you~”

[thebigchoo]

B4 your choice on who you draw

Don’t you just hate when you’re trying to be a drunk but your cold keeps getting in the way..? 

[10yrsyart]

*slides $5* you got anymore of that Yami Yugi art?

only in my head X’D but hey, if you add a couple more 5s, it could be out of my head just for you ;)

[instinct-cbs]

Headcanon: Dylan tries to buy Andy sports related hats, shirts, memorabilia but never gets the right team. Andy has sense stop saying anything and just wears them.

Lol Dylan tries. also whoops, this happened

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Dylan waits as Andy pulls out the shirt from the packaging. Something flashes across his husbands face before he smiles.

“It’s perfect!” Andy said, leaning over to give Dylan a peck on the cheek. Dylan leaned in out of habit, his brows furrowing.

“Liar.” Dylan accuses, raising a finger as Andy looked as if he was about to protest, “Before you say anything, please remember I have a doctorate for studying people’s behavior.”

Andy’s eyebrows raised momentarily as he considered his options. With a slight sigh he set down the shirt, taking Dylan’s hand.

“It’s not my team.”

“What? No!” Dylan’s chest caved slightly in disappointment with himself, searching his memory for the name he could’ve swore was Andy’s team.

“It’s fine, though, really.” Andy squeezed Dylan’s hand reassuringly, “Its the thought that counts.”

Dylan huffed in reply.

“Well, I’ll just return it and get you something else.” Dylan reached for the shirt but Andy pulled it to his chest.

“No, I want it!” Andy protested, making Dylan a mixture of surprised and annoyed.

“You don’t have to amuse me, I understand why you don’t want it—“ Dylan reached for the shirt again, leaning farther this time.

“But I do!” Andy continued, attempting to hide a smile as he leaned further away. Dylan relented with a sigh.

“Fine, keep it.” He said, kissing Andy’s shoulder despite his tone. Andy smiled in triumph and laid the shirt aside.

A week later Dylan came home from the precinct and found Andy watching a game on the couch.

“Welcome home! Just in time to catch the last half.” Andy greeted him over his shoulder as Dylan walked in.

“Lucky me.” Dylan said, leaning down to give Andy a kiss. As he began to turn away to set his things down in the office.

“Is that the shirt I bought you?” Dylan asked, already knowing the answer.

Andy smiled, stretching out the ends slightly so the natural wrinkles didn’t obscure the lettering.

“The one and only.”

Dylan sighed.

“I told you that you didn’t have to keep it, let alone wear it.” Dylan continued on his way to his office, setting his things down on the sofa.

“Yes, but, I have an idea.” Andy raised his voice so Dylan could hear him in the other room. Dylan took off his suit jacket and laid it neatly beside his case before returning to the living room.

“And what is this idea?” Dylan asked, noting the second wine glass on the table already poured.

“If you’ll notice, my team isn’t playing.” Andy gestured to the screen as Dylan sat down. Dylan gave him a look.

“Okay, well my team isn’t playing, ” Andy amended, remembering Dylan didn’t know his team enough to tell, “but if you’ll notice a familiar name…” Andy gestured between his shirt and the screen. Dylan realized one of the teams playing was the same name as what stood out in gold letters.

Andy continued when he saw it click in Dylan’s expression.

“So, now you’ll just have to look at the merch I have on to see who to root for.”

“Alright, but you don’t have merchandise from every opposing team.” Dylan countered after a pause.

Andy made a face.

“Actually, I kind of do. You may be a doctor in behavior but you kind of suck at remembering team names. I have like, two other team jerseys? And that doesn’t include the hats.”

Dylan put his face in his hands, laughing.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Andy laid a hand on Dylan’s back in a mock comforting way.

“It’s the thought that counts.”

Dylan laughed again, sitting up and shaking his head. Andy handed him his glass and wrapped his arm around him so they could watch the game.

Dylan checked the gold lettering once or twice before he joined in regularly in what he hoped was appropriate responses to what played out on their television. Andy seemed to be happy all the same that Dylan pretended to be interested. When they announced an extension, however, he discreetly handed Dylan a book he’d kept in the living room after the last game. Dylan smiled and kissed his cheek, opening the pages as he snuggled back down into Andy’s chest, enjoying the vibration of his voice when he felt the need to coach the players even though they couldn’t hear him.

[sickdaysofficial]

Love Like Ours

Sickdays Aug 17th: Public Illness

Written by @empresskaze

Tags: headache, overworked, dizziness, migraine, illness, whump, sick fic

Characters: My OCs Liam and Gabriel

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Love Like Ours

“The uprisings in Russia in the first half of the 20th century, most notably the revolution of peasant farmers uprising against their feudal lords, whose land they toiled, greatly tied into the events of Orwell’s Animal Farm.  He used animals as an allegory to retell the end of feudalism, however the use of the pigs…

Gabriel paused a brief wave of dizziness engulfed him; hand tightly gripped the back of the chair.  His vision blurred slightly a few quick blinks the room came back into focus.

Heaving a heavy sigh Gabriel massaged his forehead wishing the Advil he’d taken earlier curbed his throbbing headache.

“Professor?” A girl’s voice broke the silence. Gabriel glanced up to the faces of his students staring back; he’d momentarily forgotten he was still in class.

Running a hand through his hair he turned hoping to conceal the blush burning his face.  Clearing his throat he took a quick breath, “Apologies class, where was I?”

“Pigs.  The same girl replied her face breaking into a smile.

The professor stared befuddled then remembered. “Quite right.” Gabriel ignored a few giggles coming from his students.  Struggling to maintain his composure while finishing the lecture he finally made the last 20 or so minutes of class free time meaning a good majority of students left. Not that Gabriel minded sitting behind his desk head leaning against his hand, eyes closed.

“Professor Herondale?”

His hand slipped at the voice, “Hmm?” He looked up, “Oh Trenton? How can I assist you?” Gabriel forced a smile.

“Are you feeling okay?” The young man with short blonde hair, oval wire frame glasses over his dark blue eyes asked looking quite concerned.

“Oh fine fine, bit of a headache is all.” Gabriel lied through his teeth. He could tell the English student did not believe him. “Maybe a slight fever. I, uh, didn’t sleep too well last night.” He flushed embarrassed about admitting all this to a student.

“Need anything?” Trenton adjusted his bag over his shoulder.

All Gabriel wanted was a nap, “No no perfectly fine.” He forced another smile. “Just study for the exam next week if you could.”

Trenton agreed, hoped Gabriel felt better soon and exited the classroom. Resting his head in a thunk on the desk the feverish professor remained that way for several minutes until the realization of probably falling asleep and waking up there tomorrow became too much to ignore. Throwing on his coat he nearly reached the door before back tracking to the desk grabbing his briefcase.

Exiting Baker Hall, Gabriel headed down the path towards his office not all looking forward to working in the dusty mess.  Pushing open the outside door he stumbled on the stairs catching himself at the last moment. Muttering a curse under his breath he proceeded down the hall to his office.  Entering his tired eyes noticed something rather peculiar, a person sitting on his desk. Gabriel blinked as sandy blonde hair and a black hoodie appeared in his vision.

Bewildered at the sight before him Gabriel scratched the back of his head. He stared at the figure smiling back at him then confusingly looked around the room just to make sure he’d entered the proper office.

Convinced his exhausted body was in the right room he frowned checking his pocket watch, “Now you’ve done it Gabe, your feverish state is creating hallucinations of your dear Liam.”

“Gabriel Lane you’re simply adorable.” Liam hopped off the desk.

The professor’s mouth dropped. “Dearest, oh my, forgive my comments, it’s only… I’ve had a right miserable day, didn’t sleep well, nearly drifted off in class, I didn’t….” He paused feeling Liam’s warm comforting embrace surround him.  The stress of the last several days evaporated like steam from a bath, his throbbing head leaned against Liam’s as his partners fingertips gently grazed the outline of his face.  “I…what was I saying again?”  He brought a hand up running the back of his fingers over Liam’s cheek.  Liam cupped his face, their lips met Gabriel let an audible sigh escape, disappointed when his partner pulled away.

“Love, you’re burning up.” Liam kept a hand on Gabriel’s face.

“I know dear, felt quite awful the past few days.” The professor finally walked over to his desk.  Setting his briefcase down he noticed something. “You cleaned, didn’t you?” He smiled forcing his eyes to focus.

The neat freak returned the smile, “Guilty as charged.” He stepped over to the desk. “Gabriel cancel your class tomorrow, I’ll take you home you need rest.”

The professor scoffed while removing his coat, “I’ve told you before my job I cannot freelance.” A quick wave of dizziness forced Gabriel to support himself against his desk. “I’ve an exam next week, need to prepare for it.” He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.  “Besides I’ve one more class tonight, must…” He slumped into his chair massaging his temples furiously. “My kingdom for relief.”

Liam knelt down to Gabriel’s computer. “Ok here’s the deal,” He started typing on the ancient keyboard. “I’ll accompany you to your last class, keep a watchful eye on you from the back or assist if needed, then…” His voice trailed for one moment as he read over what he’d written before continuing, “You’ll send out an email stating your lone Friday class is cancelled.” Liam emphasized the lone part. “We’ll head home bright and earlier tomorrow or tonight if possible. I’ll help you with your exam preparation and you can rest in those adorable blue pajamas of yours.” His brown eyes sparkled as he finished the layout of his plan. “I’ve already formatted your Cancelled Class reply, we can send it tonight.”

Gabriel sighed stifling a cough, “Well, dear you know I’m not keen on cancelling and I don’t…,” He paused momentarily a quizzical look graced his weary face.  "How did you access my email?“

“You never log out.” The writer giggled.

“Log…out?” Gabriel’s reaction forced Liam to cover his mouth with a hand though he was sure the smile leaked out the sides.

“Here I’ll explain.” He started but Gabriel waved a hand.

“No need too.  I wouldn’t understand anyways.” He grumbled.

“Oh stop, you’re brilliant love, look.“ Liam motioned to the green scale screen. "See the button that says Log Out? If you click it you won’t be signed in anymore.” Liam was going to advise Gabriel to do this but then realized who really would ever want access to his prehistoric computer. “I’ll show you.” He logged out of Gabriel’s email.

The professor’s brow crinkled, “Now I’ll need to access it again.”  He replied tiredly pinching his forehead between his thumb and middle finger.

“I can do it.” Liam smiled at the look he received. “I know your username; it’s the beginning part of your email, standard college practice. I used it for your Skype remember. And I pretty much guarantee I can guess your pass.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened, “Alright then, confirm it.”

Liam pressed his lips together and typed in the username. His eyes then shot to Gabriel as he slowly typed M I C H A E L in for the password. Hitting enter Gabriel’s email popped up.  The professor brought a hand up covering his beet red face.

“Told ya.” Liam said with a hint of smugness. “My dear Gabriel Lane you are quite predictable you know.”

Gabriel remained quiet folding his shaking hands together.  Small beads of sweat formed around his hairline.

Liam pushed up from the desk. “It’s alright love. Honestly it was an easy guess.”

Gabriel sighed closing his eyes, his color drained from the blush leaving him paler than when he’d first entered the office. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to know.” He turned away.

Realizing this entire situation had inadvertently upset his ill boyfriend Liam tried to explain. “Gabriel it’s fine, I figured that was your pass months ago, makes sense…considering when you got your email.  I’m going to take a guess the reason you never changed it is you don’t know how.”

The professor wiped a stray tear and nodded, “Affirmative.”

“Let’s forget about that for now. It’s not important.” Liam rushed to change the topic as Gabriel’s eyes became pools. “What about my plan?” He crouched down setting his hands on his boyfriend’s knees.

Exhaling the professor leaned back in his chair. His mind lost in a fog of pain and exhaustion, he wouldn’t admit it to his Liam but Gabriel wasn’t even sure he’d survive the final class. Running a hand from the top of his head down to his chin he merely gave a halfhearted shrug.  “I must lessen his infernal headache first.” Opening the desk drawer he rummaged for a bottle of painkillers, tapping the bottle until two fell in his hand. He swallowed them without any water as Liam watched, then rested his arms on the desk laying his head in them. “Wake me in half an hour.” His request slightly muffled. Laying his coat over him Liam set the alarm on his phone but only to vibrate. A few minutes later Gabriel snored softly while Liam stroked his hair.

****

In all their time together Liam never had actually seen Gabriel teach, it was quite something. The subject matter might not have been the most interesting but his boyfriend morphed from the shy introverted Gabriel to the confident Professor Herondale. It reminded Liam how Gabriel acted when destroying Bryce that thought alone drew a smile.

Even severely under the weather, Gabriel’s tone grew stronger than normal while lecturing his class, today on different cognitive abnormalities of the brain. He was posed walking from one side of the class to the other maintaining eye contact with students, asking questions, promoting discussion.  

However with about 30 minutes to go fatigue set in, Gabriel fumbled a few words, used his chair more as support and could no longer hide the fact he was sweating due to his fever.  Mopping his brow with a handkerchief he forced himself to finish up his current thought.

Liam sat edge of the chair, knee twitching, ready to dash if needed. He’d promised Gabriel not to move unless asked for but it was getting harder and harder to endure watching his visibly ill boyfriend work.

Finally just as Liam could not take another minute, Gabriel pulled out his pocket watch.

“Forgive me class but I must cease for today.” The professor sat on his desk rubbing his forehead, “You’re dismissed.”

Liam ran down the auditorium style stairs, bypassing the students exiting, to Gabriel’s side clasping a hand on his arm.

“Gabriel Lane?” Liam failed hiding the worry in his voice. Sweat beads ran down his boyfriends face the edges of his grey hair glistened, Gabriel removed his tie and undid his top shirt button.  

“I’m spent my dear.” Gabriel laughed drawing Liam in.

“Come love, let’s go home.” Liam took Gabriel’s coat, briefcase and arm leading the professor out of the hall.

No surprise Gabriel fell asleep immediately on the train ride back to Newhaven. Thankfully he’d taken medicine which Liam hoped would reduce his fever.  Coat draped over his frame Gabriel’s head lay in Liam’s lap, the writer lovingly gazed down at his sleeping boyfriend.  Never had five hours on a train seemed like heaven.

[sniffle-elf]

Prompt dialogue: Oh wow, you look pale as hell.

Thank you, darling! Have a stubborn Liam who never knows when to stay home.

“I’m not sick. There is no way I’m sick. I cannot be sick right now.”

And maybe if you tell yourself that over and over, Cooper, it’ll magically be true.

Staring at himself morosely in the mirror that adorned the wall to the left of the front door, Liam pouted at his reflection. He looked washed out and tired, his eyes bright and his face a sickly white. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and a pinkish tinge around his nostrils. He just looked… bleh. And that bleh appearance perfectly matched the bleh feeling that he’d woken up to that morning. A feeling that he had promptly ignored, getting out of bed despite heavy muscles screaming at him to roll himself into a blanket burrito and just stay put.

See, he really couldn’t be sick today, because he had a gig. And it wasn’t the usual ‘play in a smoky bar somewhere’ kind of gig, or a few slots at an open mic night. This was special, because for the first time ever his band was being paid to play a wedding. A wedding with a country chic theme, which meant that the list of requested songs contained a lot more country than he had been comfortable with at first. But he had spent hours hunched over his guitar with sheet music he’d printed off the internet spread around him, and he had listened to Spotify so much that his phone had actually shut itself off in protest. He had learned those Tim McGraw and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band songs, and he was ready.

Except for the fact that he looked like he felt, which was just shy of 'like shit’.

He was reaching for his keys from the little bowl that Evan had put on a table in the hall so that Liam would stop doing the grumpy stomp around the house first thing in the morning when he thought he’d lost them when two things happened. The first was the scrape of a key in the lock announcing Evan’s return from the store, and the second was a sudden wave of dizziness that nearly knocked him off his feet. Coming from seemingly nowhere, it caused darkness to creep around the edges of his vision and he had to grip the edge of the little table to keep from losing his footing. His head filled with the white noise that always came just before he passed out, and he barely heard the alarmed burst of Evan’s voice when he stepped into the house.

Strong arms looped around him, and Liam leaned against his husband’s thankfully broad chest at once, his head dipping down to find the comfortable curve of his shoulder that he was used to nuzzling into. The dizziness didn’t pass entirely, but it did lessen significantly. Enough that when Evan pulled back to gently turn his face up, he didn’t feel like he was immediately pass out. He even managed to open his eyes and look at his very concerned husband.

“Okay, wow. You look pale as hell,” he murmured, his voice sounding both far away and a little too close at once. His brows were furrowed, and there was a tightness around his eyes and his mouth that told Liam that he was not happy. “We were *just* texting, did you feel this bad the entire time we were talking about your parents eye-fucking each other?”

Huffing a laugh that was devoid of any energy at all, Liam shrugged tiredly and nodded. “I mean, the dizziness is new, but yeah. Pretty much. I’m still not missing the wedding. So give me whatever drugs you got for me, and I’ll dose myself up. But I’m still going. I’m going, babe,” he insisted when he saw the expression on Evan’s face. “I’m not going to let everyone down. I just… oh sh-shit…” His nostrils twitched, and he pulled out of Evan’s arms enough to turn away from him, ducking into his elbow quickly to sneeze into the crook. “h'ihhTSshhhh'ue! Hih-KTSShhh'ue!” He felt Evan’s arms tighten around him again when he groaned softly in the aftermath, the dizziness coming back in full swing. “I feel like I’m on a carousel that’s gone rogue. Around and around… woof.”

He could feel the sigh that Evan heaved, and when he turned back to bury his face in his shoulder once more, there was the immediate heaviness of Evan’s chin resting lightly on top of his head.

“You’re so lucky I don’t hurt you. If you insist on going, then I’m driving you to the wedding. I might even forgo my plans to sit in the parking lot of the venue in case you pass out and fall on your face again. Now let’s drug you up, before I change my mind and lock you in the bedroom.”

Smiling against the curve of Evan’s neck, Liam sniffled and gave him a quick squeeze, a single word muffled against his skin. “Kinky." He would make it through the wedding, though he had a feeling that the aftermath would kick his ass. It would be worth it, though, not to let anyone down.

[mypoorfaves]

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