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missing baby draeko so much! what about a sickfic full of fluffiness? 🫶
You got it, Nonny! (Sorry for the delay, and that it’s only KanaixDraeko without Alistar, I struggle to imagine Alistar in fluffy situations and still write him on character, so I’ll leave writing fluffy Alistar to @thekinkyleopard 😅)
Kanai’s Guide To Sick Mutt Maintenance
written and illustrated by: allergeez ✨
Summary: Draeko has been sick before, but this time feels different. What starts as a mild cold quickly worsens into something more exhausting and relentless. Kanai, ever observant and unshakably patient, watches over him with quiet precision—ensuring his care is handled with calculated efficiency, even if Draeko stubbornly insists he’s fine. As the fever takes its toll, Draeko finds himself vulnerable in ways he hadn’t anticipated, and Kanai, despite his limited understanding of emotions, refuses to leave his side. In the midst of fevered delirium, restless dreams, and unrelenting exhaustion, Draeko begins to understand something deeper about Kanai’s presence—his unwavering steadiness, his quiet acts of care, and the unspoken truth that, no matter how weak or miserable he feels, he will never have to go through it alone. 5.2k words
Content Warnings!
Illness & Fever: Depictions of fever, congestion, exhaustion, and general cold/flu-like symptoms.
Nightmares & Distress: Mentions of fever-induced nightmares and emotional distress.
Sensory Overload Elements: Descriptions of discomfort due to fever, overwhelming sensations, and exhaustion.
Draeko had been sick plenty of times before, but this—this felt different.
It had started that morning as just a tickle in his throat, a little congestion, and a few sneezes that came and went with mild annoyance. Kanai had noted it immediately, of course—his observational skills were as meticulous as his aquariums—but Draeko had waved it off, insisting he was fine.
Kanai had simply blinked at him. "You are ill."
Draeko had sniffled, muffled a quiet "Hh'GXNTchh'ue!" into his sleeve as he pinched his nose shut, and cleared his throat. "...No, I'm not."
Kanai tilted his head in a slow, calculated movement, eyes scanning him as if analyzing the probability of Draeko being a liar.
"You stifled that," he noted blankly. "It is unhealthy to suppress a sneeze, Luciftias. The pressure can rupture delicate blood vessels."
Draeko groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Nai, I don’t need a scientific analysis of my immune system—hhHh'GXXTchh’iew! Hh’KXTCH’ue!—ughh..."
Kanai watched in silence as Draeko sniffled thickly, his ears drooping slightly under the weight of his congestion. His nose twitched as if still tickling, his expression soft and unfocused in the aftermath of his fit. A perfect, obvious, undeniable picture of a sick man.
And yet, Draeko still had the audacity to smile up at Kanai through watery, mismatched eyes and say, "See? Totally fine."
Kanai did not react.
Instead, without comment, he disappeared into the kitchen.
When he returned, he set a bottle of water, tissues, and fever medication on the table beside Draeko with a precision that suggested he had already determined this outcome the moment the hybrid sneezed.
Draeko blinked at the items, sniffled pitifully, and then blinked up at Kanai. "...You just had this stuff ready to go, huh?"
Kanai sat beside him, silent for a long moment before answering, "It is inevitable."
At first, Draeko had believed his own stubborn optimism. His symptoms remained mild, just a little stuffiness, the occasional harsh sneezing fit, and a general feeling of malaise that he refused to acknowledge.
Kanai, ever present, had watched.
Even as Draeko curled up under a blanket in the hound’s room, watching the soft, eerie glow of the jellyfish tanks sway in the dim lighting, Kanai observed. He had his notebook in hand, jotting something down between glances at Draeko.
Draeko, snuggled into his hoodie, narrowed his tired eyes. "You’re writing about me, aren’t you?"
Kanai did not bother denying it. "I am analyzing the physiological progression of your illness."
Draeko groaned. "Great. I’m a science experiment."
Kanai hummed noncommittally, his hand still moving against the paper.
Draeko huffed, sniffled, and wobbled to his feet. "I’m getting some water—hhHh’KSHhht’iiew! Hih’GXNTch!—hihh’KXXtsh’chhu!!" He froze mid-step, his breath still hitching as he quickly pinched his pink dusted nostrils between his thumb and index finger, the tickle refusing to subside.
Kanai, still writing, spoke without looking up. "Bless you."
"Hhhihh…hh’NGXSHh’ue!—Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew!“
Kanai paused. Looked up. Watched.
Draeko was still stuck, breath trembling in his throat, nose reddening at the edges as he fought against the overwhelming itch. His deer ears twitched, his tail flicked once behind him before he finally succumbed.
"Ihh’gxxnt’iiew! Huh'GDTS'iiew!! Hhh— Hh’NDKT’ih!"
The sneezes rocked his small frame, leaving him sniffling miserably into his hands.
Kanai observed him carefully, eyes flicking toward the tissues before he, without breaking eye contact, slid the box toward Draeko with a slow, deliberate push.
Draeko sniffled and took one. "...Thanks."
Kanai nodded once. "You are still getting worse."
Draeko sighed heavily, flopping back down into the blankets. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Kanai watched him curl into himself, his tail wrapping around his legs as his sniffles softened.
He turned back to his notebook. "Stage two: full-body fatigue. Increased sneezing frequency. Heightened congestion. Possible fever incoming."
He did not know at the time how correct he would be.
At first, Kanai was not aware that anything had changed.
His aquariums filtered the silence of the night with soft bubbling, their light casting slow-moving shadows across his walls. The apartment was quiet. Draeko had fallen asleep beside him earlier, his small frame curled under layers of blankets, breathing softly.
Everything had been still.
Until the whimpering started.
Kanai’s eyes snapped open.
His ears tuned in immediately to the sound—the barely-there, breathless murmurs of distress.
Kanai shifted, turning to where Draeko lay—only to immediately notice the problem.
Draeko was shaking.
Not the light, occasional shiver of someone cold, but the uncontrollable tremors of a body overwhelmed by fever. His sweater was damp with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his breath coming in short, sharp little gasps.
Kanai pressed his hand to Draeko’s forehead.
Burning.
The next thing Kanai noticed was the thrashing.
Draeko's small frame twitched and jerked under the heavy blankets, his legs kicking out in frantic, unfocused movements. His tail curled in tight, his ears pressed flat against his damp, sweat-matted hair.
Then came the murmuring.
At first, it was just soft whimpers, breathless little sounds that barely carried beyond the blankets. But soon, his voice rose—frantic, fevered, lost.
"N-no—" Draeko shifted sharply, his body curling inward as if bracing for something unseen. His hands clenched at the sheets, gripping desperately, knuckles white. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, quivering at the edges.
Kanai watched. Assessed.
He knew what nightmares were. He had read about them. Observed them in others. But he had never experienced one. Fear was an abstract concept to him—one that did not govern his actions, one that did not coil in his chest the way it did in mortals.
Still.
Draeko was in distress.
And Kanai did not like it.
Kanai barely shifted as Draeko whimpered against him, his overheated body curling tighter into his chest. The slow-moving constellations in Draeko’s horns flickered briefly, unfocused—like a signal struggling to hold.
Kanai observed the change in silence, watching as the swirling nebulae blurred, the stars within them shifting sluggishly, their usual clarity dulled by fever.
“You are disoriented,” Kanai murmured, his cool fingers tracing the ridges of one horn carefully, monitoring the slow, dragging movements of the galaxy reflected there. “Your vision is compromised.”
Draeko only sniffled against him, a weak, exhausted hum the only response he could muster.
A particularly sharp whimper escaped Draeko’s lips, a broken, pitiful sound that sent a deep, unfamiliar sensation twisting in Kanai’s chest.
His breath hitched sharply, his fingers gripping at nothing, his brows furrowing in visible fear. His chest rose and fell erratically, his voice barely a breath.
"...D-don’t leave…"
Kanai reacted instantly.
Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around Draeko, pulling him close. His palm found Draeko’s burning cheek, grounding him, his presence a steady, unmoving force.
Draeko’s breath stuttered. His mismatched eyes fluttered open, glassy, disoriented.
Kanai tightened his hold.
And then, with a choked, gasping inhale—
Draeko jerked awake.
He sat up so fast that the world tilted, his breath staggering in his lungs. His fever blurred the edges of reality, his vision swimming, disoriented. Sweat dripped down his temples, soaking into his flushed skin.
For a moment, he didn’t know where he was.
His ears twitched wildly, searching for sound, for something familiar, something safe—
And then his eyes met Kanai’s.
Silent. Steady. There.
Kanai was already reaching for him.
Before Draeko could fully register what was happening, he was being pulled into Kanai’s chest, into warmth, into something solid and grounding.
And the moment Kanai’s arms wrapped around him—the moment Draeko realized he was safe—
He broke.
A choked sob wrenched its way out of his throat, raw and helpless, as his fingers clutched Kanai’s hoodie. His body shook violently, shivers wracking his fevered frame as the pent-up fear, exhaustion, and overwhelming sickness crashed over him all at once.
Kanai said nothing.
He simply held him.
One hand pressed firm and steady against Draeko’s back, the other threading slowly through his damp, pastel-colored hair.
Draeko’s sobs came hard and unrelenting, his breath hitching, catching painfully in his throat. The fever left him raw, vulnerable, too exhausted to hold anything back. His tears burned hot as they spilled against Kanai’s chest, his fingers tightening in the fabric of his hoodie as if he feared Kanai might disappear from his grasp if he didn’t.
Kanai did not let go.
His hand continued its slow, steady movements, combing through Draeko’s sweat-dampened hair in a rhythm that was neither rushed nor hesitant.
Draeko sniffled hard, burying his face deeper against Kanai’s shoulder, his body still trembling in aftershocks of panic. His breath stuttered, breaking apart between cries, voice hoarse and small.
“…Nai…?”
The name was barely a breath—soft, fevered, and uncertain.
Kanai’s grip on him tightened. Not out of urgency, not out of worry—but out of certainty. Out of the absolute, unwavering fact that Draeko was here, in his arms, safe.
"You are safe, Luciftias." Kanai’s voice was low, steady. Absolute.
Draeko shivered. His entire body curled into Kanai’s warmth, his weak, trembling hands balling up a fist full of Kanai’s hoodie as though the fabric itself was keeping him tethered to reality. He let out a soft, stuffy whimper, his breath shuddering as his nose twitched, pink and raw from the endless irritation.
“I f-feel so shitty…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper—stuffed thick with congestion, choked with fever. His lips parted as if trying to say more, but the words never came. Instead, his breath hitched sharply—a sudden, desperate gasp sucked in through blocked sinuses.
Kanai paused.
Draeko’s expression slackened, his brow furrowing slightly, his glassy, unfocused eyes fluttering as his pink nose twitched violently. His ears twitched along with it, flicking back against his damp, pastel-colored hair. His breathing grew uneven—little quivering inhales, caught somewhere between relief and irritation.
And then—
"hhHh'GNXTschhh'ue! hhHh'kNNGTchh'ue! Hiihh’NGnxxt’iiew!!"
Each sneeze pitched him forward, his small frame shaking as they ripped through him, leaving him sniffling weakly against Kanai’s chest.
Kanai did not move.
He simply waited. Observed. Let Draeko press his fever-warm face further into his hoodie, soaking the fabric with heat and helpless sniffles.
Draeko whimpered softly, nuzzling against Kanai’s chest like a miserable, sickly kit searching for warmth. "Uhhg… snnfff… s-sorry…"
Kanai didn’t acknowledge the apology. It was not necessary.
Instead, he pressed his cool palm against Draeko’s flushed cheek, feeling the unnatural heat still radiating from his small frame. Still rising. Still unacceptable.
"You are overheating."
Draeko made a weak, exhausted noise, the kind of sound that could not be classified as protest or agreement—just resignation. He sniffled harshly, voice thick and ruined.
"...D’know what to do about it… snnff!"
Kanai knew.
Without another word, he let his long, delicate fingers trace up Draeko’s face, brushing aside the damp, sweat-clung strands of pastel pink and mint green.
Draeko shivered, but this time, it wasn’t from fever.
His eyelashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as Kanai’s fingers ghosted over his temple, slow and deliberate. It was not an intentionally affectionate gesture—just methodical, precise. But to Draeko, it felt like paradise.
Kanai hummed softly. “I will cool you down.”
Draeko, too weak to protest, merely let out a small, pitiful sniffle, his body sinking further into Kanai’s touch.
Without hesitation, Kanai moved.
Every action was slow, calculated, but undeniably gentle.
He reached for a damp cloth, freshly soaked in cool water from earlier, pressing it carefully to Draeko’s overheated forehead. His movements were precise, methodical, deliberate—as if handling something fragile.
Draeko sighed, his body giving in completely.
The relief was instant.
A soft, trembling exhale slipped past his lips, barely a breath—a whimpering, exhausted sigh as he melted into Kanai’s care without resistance.
Kanai paused.
Something settled in his chest. A feeling unfamiliar. Unnamed.
His fingers moved on their own, slipping down to trace slow, absentminded circles along Draeko’s back. Not calculated. Not planned. Instinctual.
Draeko sniffled again, rubbing his still-twitching nose against Kanai’s chest with a quiet, sleepy grumble.
"...Nai…’s cold now…"
Kanai blinked.
He adjusted the cloth with precision, pressing the cool fabric back against Draeko’s flushed cheeks.
"You were overheating," he stated plainly. "This is an improvement."
Draeko huffed—a stuffy, congested little sound, muffled against Kanai’s hoodie.
"...Still don’ like it…" He sniffled wetly, barely lifting his arm before another sharp inhale stole his breath.
Kanai braced.
Draeko’s nose scrunched, his pink nostrils quivering in irritation. His breath hitched—a quick, gasping prelude—before he finally succumbed.
"H’GXTSH’ue! K’GNSH’iiew! Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! "
Kanai remained perfectly still as each sneeze rocked Draeko’s frame, knocking the mutt further into his grip.
Draeko gave a small, exhausted whimper, sniffling helplessly against Kanai’s chest.
Kanai, without comment, reached for the handkerchief beside them.
He brought it to Draeko’s face.
Draeko’s dazed, glassy eyes fluttered open.
Kanai tilted his head slightly. "Blow your nose."
Draeko, blinking sluggishly, let out a small, tired groan before obediently pressing his nose to the cloth.
He blew, then sniffled. Then collapsed completely against Kanai’s chest.
Kanai, still holding the cloth, merely wrapped his arm more securely around Draeko’s shoulders, letting the mutt curl into him.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Draeko’s breathing slowed, evening out. His fever still burned, but the shaking had lessened.
And Kanai, still tracing absentminded patterns along Draeko’s spine, let the weight in his chest settle.
"...Better?" He finally asked.
Draeko, already half-asleep, gave a small, stuffy sigh.
"...Mmhm…"
Kanai exhaled softly.
“…Nai?” Draeko mumbled after a moment, his voice hoarse, barely above a breath.
Kanai’s eyes flickered down, feeling the slight shift of Draeko’s weight against him.
"Yes?"
Draeko sniffled, the sound thick and pitiful, before pressing his hot forehead further into Kanai’s chest. His small fingers curled weakly in the fabric of Kanai’s hoodie, his grip loose but clinging.
“…Y-you’re being really nice.”
Kanai blinked. He paused briefly, processing the statement, before responding in his usual calm, even tone.
“I am always ‘nice’ to you, Luciftias.”
Draeko’s fevered mind latched onto that immediately.
His ears twitched, and despite the obvious misery he was in, a small, stuffy giggle slipped out, wet and tired.
“…’Cept when you let me eat that weird fish food.”
Kanai did not react outwardly.
“…That was an experiment.”
Draeko groaned dramatically, sniffling thickly against Kanai’s chest. “Not cool, Nai.”
“You are still alive,” Kanai countered. “Thus, the experiment was a success.”
Draeko huffed—a breathy, exhausted sound, though his tail flicked once, betraying his amusement. But the moment was short-lived.
His breath hitched.
Kanai recognized the signs immediately.
Draeko’s nose twitched, pink and raw from irritation. His eyes squeezed shut, brow furrowing, as his breath trembled into a sharp, desperate inhale.
Normally, he would stifle. He always did. Pinching his nose, suppressing every sound, even if it hurt.
But now—with Kanai—
"HhHh'IHSHh’iew! hhHh'KSHhht! hh'ihhTSHH'ue!!"
Draeko sniffled weakly, rubbing his nose against Kanai’s hoodie in a dazed, exhausted motion. His body remained slumped against the hound’s chest, his fevered frame boneless and pliant.
Kanai’s fingers continued their slow, rhythmic motions through Draeko’s hair, smoothing through the damp pastel strands with absentminded precision.
Then, in the same calm, neutral tone he always spoke in, Kanai hummed softly and said,
“I am beginning to understand why Donnie is so fond of those.”
Draeko blinked.
Still half-buried in Kanai’s chest, he lazily peeked one glassy, mismatched eye up at him, blinking again in tired confusion.
“…Hhuh?” His voice was thick with congestion, but the bewilderment in it was still obvious.
Kanai tilted his head slightly, his hand still idly stroking down Draeko’s spine, like one would soothe a restless creature.
“Sneezes,” he clarified evenly.
Draeko stared.
Kanai watched his exhausted, fevered brain struggle to process the words, the gears in his mind turning sluggishly.
And then, despite the fog, the realization hit.
Draeko’s ears twitched.
His pink-flushed cheeks darkened slightly, and suddenly, his tail flicked once, as if his body was visibly trying to short-circuit.
“Nai—what?” His stuffy voice cracked slightly, genuine disbelief flooding his expression.
Kanai remained unaffected.
“It was not unpleasant,” he stated plainly, his fingers still idly combing through Draeko’s tangled hair. “Your body tensed and released in a rhythmic pattern. Your breath grew erratic, followed by a sharp, involuntary reaction. It is always an interesting physiological process to witness up close.”
Draeko’s face heated, and not just from the fever.
He blinked rapidly, shifting weakly in Kanai’s arms. “Wh—okay, okay, but—fond of them? What does that even—” He sniffled, his red-rimmed nose twitching slightly. “Wait—d-do you mean like—”
Kanai nodded.
Draeko made a noise.
A small, stuffy, overwhelmed noise.
“Nai, what the fuck?”
Kanai hummed. “It was inevitable that I would begin to analyze their effects, yes?”
Draeko sputtered. His fevered brain was not equipped for this conversation. He sniffled aggressively, trying to clear his mind, but instead, the sudden inhale tickled too much, and he barely had time to catch a breath—
"hhHh'IHSHh’iew! hhHh'KSHhht! hh'ihhTSHH'ueh!"
He collapsed back into Kanai’s chest, too tired to stifle, too tired to care.
Kanai remained silent for a moment.
Then, in a perfectly neutral tone, he mused, “Yes, Luciftias. Like that.”
Draeko groaned, his ears twitching wildly as he tried to sink into Kanai’s hoodie and disappear forever.
“…Nai, I am not having this conversation right now.”
Kanai tilted his head slightly. “Why not?”
Draeko groaned again. “Because I don’t—ugh—I don’t get it!”
He sniffled, voice thick and miserable, rubbing his tender, pink nose against Kanai’s hoodie again without thinking.
Kanai continued his slow, absentminded touches, voice still calm and observant.
“Your breath hitches before release. Your body is overcome with sensation. The tension builds, and then you succumb to it entirely.”
Draeko felt his soul leave his body.
His ears pressed back into his mess of hair, his face heating up as a blush bloomed further into his cheeks.
He sniffled deeply, still lost in Kanai’s hoodie, too sick and tired to fight back.
“…Okay,” he muttered helplessly. “Okay. I mean. I—I guess? I still don’t get it, but sure.”
Kanai hummed in response. “It was an interesting discovery.”
Draeko, exasperated but too drained to argue, sniffled weakly and let out a small, tired sigh.
“…You’re so fucking weird.”
Kanai did not react.
Instead, he simply pressed the damp cloth against Draeko’s forehead again, his free hand returning to gently stroking his back.
Draeko, utterly spent, utterly stuffy, and utterly unwilling to unpack this moment further, just sighed heavily and melted into the contact.
“…Can you just pet my ears now and pretend we never had this conversation?”
Kanai obliged immediately.
The heat was still there. His body still burned beneath the weight of the fever, his cheeks flushed pink, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead.
Kanai, without thinking, tucked the stray strands behind Draeko’s ear, his cool fingers lingering against fever-warm skin.
Draeko let out a soft, sleepy sigh, his body finally settling.
His fever still burned beneath his skin. His body still trembled with exhaustion.
But he was safe.
Kanai was here.
And Kanai wasn’t leaving.
Draeko’s breath evened out, his body going slack in Kanai’s arms, his tail giving one final, lazy flick before stilling completely.
Kanai waited.
A full ten minutes passed before he finally adjusted his hold, his fingertips brushing lightly against Draeko’s forehead once more.
Still warm. Still fragile.
But no longer alone.
Kanai had been carefully replacing the damp cloth on Draeko’s forehead when he noticed it.
The usual slow, idle drift of stars across Draeko’s horns had changed. Instead of lazily panning across the cosmos, the frame had sharpened—focused.
The image shifted, settling on something closer.
Kanai observed the flickering planets, the shifting coordinates. A precise lock. A location.
His eyes lowered. “…You are tracking.”
Draeko, half-delirious, barely clinging to consciousness, gave a slow, congested sniffle against Kanai’s chest. He blinked glassy, unfocused eyes, trying to process the words.
“Mmh…?” His voice was barely a breath, his horns flickering again—trying, failing, to hold the image.
Kanai hummed, lightly pressing his fingers against the spiraling ridges. The image within them wavered, and then, as if sensing Draeko’s exhaustion, the focus collapsed.
The frame drifted back into its usual slow pan of space.
“…You are too ill to track properly,” Kanai noted.
Draeko just sniffled again, pathetically.
“…’s fine…wasn’ tryin’ to…”
Kanai hummed in acknowledgment, brushing his thumb over the base of Draeko’s horn once, absentmindedly.
“I will monitor for anomalies,” he said simply.
Draeko, too tired to process, mumbled something incomprehensible and melted further into Kanai’s arms.
Draeko slept, but it wasn’t deep. His body twitched in Kanai’s arms, shifting restlessly beneath the blankets, still too warm, still too sick.
Kanai, ever patient, remained still.
Even when Draeko’s hot breath fanned against his collarbone, even when his fevered skin pressed against his own cool frame, Kanai did not move away. His fingers continued their slow, absentminded movements through Draeko’s sweat-damp hair, tracing along the soft strands without conscious thought.
It was an automatic action. A motion meant for soothing, for grounding.
And it worked.
Draeko breathed softly against Kanai’s chest, finally resting. His exhausted frame had gone slack, his fevered body no longer trembling so violently.
Kanai remained still.
His eyes drifted, watching the ever-slowing movement of Draeko’s horns as they settled into their idle sequence.
Planets drifted lazily.
Stars flickered like distant embers in a cosmic tide.
Kanai watched wordlessly, his fingers resuming their slow, steady motion through Draeko’s sweat-dampened hair.
“…Rest, Luciftias.”
The galaxies continued their silent orbit.
Draeko’s breathing remained soft, congested sniffles slipping between quiet, fevered murmurs. Every so often, his tail gave a weak flick, his body reacting to some unseen discomfort before settling once again.
Kanai watched.
Listened.
And when Draeko whimpered softly in his sleep, pressing his face against the fabric of Kanai’s hoodie, Kanai simply tightened his hold—just slightly. Just enough.
Draeko sighed, his warm, clammy fingers twitching against Kanai’s chest before going still again.
Draeko stirred.
Not all at once, not suddenly—just a slow, sluggish shift, his overheated body squirming weakly under the weight of the blankets.
Kanai immediately noticed.
He could feel the heat still radiating off Draeko’s skin, could hear the shallow congestion in every uneven breath. He reached for the cool cloth, still damp, and gently pressed it back to Draeko’s forehead.
A small, pitiful whimper left the mutt’s lips.
“Too cold…” Draeko’s voice was hoarse and congested, barely above a breath as he curled further into Kanai’s chest, tucking his nose into the fabric like a burrowing creature.
Kanai blinked, then pressed the cloth back down anyway.
“You were overheating.”
Draeko whined.
The sound was soft, hoarse, but childishly stubborn.
“…Don’ like it…” he mumbled thickly, sniffling deeply against Kanai’s hoodie. His nose rubbed absently against the fabric, barely processing that he was doing it. “Wanna be warm again…”
“You are already too warm.” Kanai held the cloth in place, ignoring the sleepy protests. “You will overheat again if I remove it.”
Draeko let out a weak, dramatic sigh.
“…’S so unfair…” His tail gave a lazy flick, curling slightly at the tip before falling still again.
Kanai hummed, watching the way Draeko’s ears twitched slightly at the vibration in his chest. His fingers never stopped their soothing patterns, brushing through Draeko’s hair with calculated ease.
“…You are unusually clingy.”
Draeko let out a sleepy, stuffy giggle, his half-lidded, fevered eyes blinking up at Kanai’s blank expression.
“…’Cause you’re comfy.”
Kanai blinked.
He did not know what to do with that information.
So he ignored it.
“…Your fever is still high.” His fingers brushed against Draeko’s temple, pressing lightly as if assessing the temperature again, even though he already knew the result.
Draeko just sighed into him, his stuffed-up breath catching slightly.
“…You’re always so nice to me when I’m sick…” His voice was thick, heavy with congestion.
Kanai hummed. “You are in distress.”
Draeko sniffled hard, his nose scrunching slightly—and then, with no warning, his breath hitched sharply, his body tensing beneath the blankets.
Kanai paused.
Watched.
Draeko’s eyelashes fluttered, his pink nostrils quivering as his lips parted, breath growing uneven—
“Hh’ITSCHH’ueh!—hhHh'IHSHh’iew! hhHh'KSHhht!—hh'ihhTSHH'ueh!”
Each sneeze pitched him weakly forward, his small body shuddering from the force.
Kanai waited.
Draeko’s breath caught again, nose twitching as if overloaded with irritation. His ears twitched, drooping slightly, before another sharp inhale forced him into another fit.
“HhHh'IHSHh’uhh! Hhh… hhHh'KSSHhh’ueh!”
Kanai tensed slightly, the soft, breathy sneezes far too close against his collarbone.
Draeko sniffled thickly, groaning as he pressed his pink nose against Kanai’s chest, snuggling deeper into his hoodie.
“…Hhihh—ihH’ktdSHhh! hiiih’ISHHHh—uhH!! h’dtTISHh! ”
Kanai did not react outwardly.
Instead, he simply reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, plucking one free before bringing it directly to Draeko’s face.
"Blow."
Draeko let out a small, tired whine.
“…T’red…”
"Blow."
Draeko groaned dramatically, but leaned into the tissue, his tiny, fevered sniffles worsening.
Kanai held it firm, his grip steady as Draeko finally complied. The sound was wet, exhausted.
“…nnnngh…,” Draeko groaned weakly, pressing his forehead against Kanai’s collarbone.
Kanai folded the tissue with precision, setting it aside before running his cool fingers down the back of Draeko’s neck.
Draeko sighed.
“…You’re so cold…” He nuzzled further into Kanai’s touch, sniffling softly. “D’know if I wanna fight you anymore…”
Kanai tilted his head slightly. "You were fighting me?"
“…For control of the temperature…”
Kanai blinked.
Then, after a moment:
"You lost."
Draeko let out a sleepy, congested giggle, tucking himself further into Kanai’s chest.
“’Course I did…”
Kanai exhaled slowly, his fingers continuing their slow movements through Draeko’s hair.
Draeko sighed again, his tail curling slightly against Kanai’s leg.
“…’m really glad you’re here.”
Kanai, without thinking, pressed his forehead lightly to the top of Draeko’s head.
“…You were in distress,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
“I will always wake up for you, Luciftias”
Draeko melted.
His breathing evened out, his tiny sniffles growing softer, until—finally—his body relaxed completely.
Kanai did not move.
He simply watched the rise and fall of Draeko’s chest, felt the soft warmth of his even, fevered breaths.
Still warm. Still fragile.
But no longer alone.
Draeko woke to the soft sound of bubbling water.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
His body was heavy, aching, like he had been buried under layers of warmth and exhaustion for centuries. His head pounded, his throat was raw, and his nose felt completely clogged.
He sniffled experimentally.
Nothing.
A miserable groan rumbled from his chest, muffled against something solid, warm, and unmoving.
It took another few seconds for his fever-fogged brain to realize where he was.
Kanai.
Draeko blinked blearily, vision swimming, before tilting his head slightly to confirm.
Yep. Still there.
Kanai was still holding him.
Not in an uncomfortable, confining way—but with perfect precision, like he had measured exactly how much weight to apply to keep Draeko comfortable but not trapped.
…Had Kanai even moved all night?
Draeko squinted, voice thick and hoarse when he finally rasped out, “…Did you even sleep?”
Kanai did not hesitate.
"No."
Draeko groaned, pressing his flushed face into Kanai’s hoodie.
“Naiii,” he whined stuffily, sniffling hard against the fabric, voice muffled beyond recognition. “You don’t have to be that nice…snnff!”
Kanai tilted his head slightly, pressing the back of his cool fingers against Draeko’s cheek.
"You would have woken up alone."
Draeko, still groggy and congested, felt his ears twitch weakly at that.
“…Well…yeah," he admitted, sniffling against Kanai’s chest, too tired to argue properly. “But…that’s only ‘cause you’re not supposed to…hh’ihhhSHH’uhh!—stay up the whole night…”
Kanai did not move as the hybrids tiny, exhausted sneeze pitched him weakly forward. He simply reached for a tissue, held it to Draeko’s twitching nose, and waited.
Draeko blinked sleepily.
“…Snnff—oh.”
"Blow."
Draeko sighed dramatically, too tired to put up a fight, and let Kanai gently press the tissue against his pink, stuffy nose.
The sound was embarrassingly wet.
Draeko whined. “Uhhhg… I’b so gross…”
Kanai, unfazed, simply folded the tissue neatly, setting it aside before tilting Draeko’s chin up slightly.
"You are still alive."
Draeko gave him a flat, stuffy look.
“…That’s your bar for success?”
Kanai hummed, lightly smoothing a cool palm over Draeko’s damp forehead.
"Yes."
Draeko groaned again, snuggling deeper into Kanai’s hoodie.
Kanai did not move away.
Instead, he reached for the cup of water on the nightstand—one he had placed there hours ago in preparation—and gently nudged it toward Draeko’s hands.
"Drink."
Draeko pouted, sniffled, and grabbed the cup anyway.
Kanai watched closely as he took small, slow sips, waiting for any signs of discomfort.
“…Better?” he asked once Draeko set the cup back down.
Draeko gave a small, stuffy nod, his ears twitching.
“…Y-yeah… snff! A little…”
Kanai hummed, his fingers finding Draeko’s ears almost on instinct, rubbing small, precise motions into the soft fur.
Draeko melted instantly.
A deep, congested sigh escaped him, his body relaxing completely into Kanai’s touch, ears flicking once before going limp.
Kanai observed this with mild intrigue.
“You respond positively to touch stimulation,” he noted, scratching lightly at the base of Draeko’s ears, his movements slow, practiced.
Draeko sighed again, half asleep.
“…'s juss d’ice…" he slurred. “Dod’t stob…”
Kanai did not stop.
He simply adjusted Draeko’s blankets, checked his forehead again, and settled in silence.
Draeko’s breathing evened out, his tiny sniffles growing softer, his tail giving one final, lazy flick before stilling completely.
Kanai exhaled softly.
“Sleep, Luciftias.”
As Draeko finally slipped into deep, fevered sleep, the swirling images within his horns slowly stilled. No longer flickering between blurry visions or faltering attempts at tracking, they settled into their natural state—a slow, drifting pan of the cosmos.
Nebulae stretched lazily across the curved surface, painted in soft, glowing hues of violet and deep cerulean, dusted with flickering golden stars. The planets shifted in gentle, rhythmic orbit, their movements slow and dreamlike, matching the soft rise and fall of Draeko’s breathing.
Kanai watched in silence.
With each measured inhale, the light in his horns glowed and dimmed, like the pulse of some quiet, celestial heartbeat.
Kanai did not move.
Instead, his fingers drifted absently over Draeko’s damp hair, his touch cool and calculated, yet uncharacteristically tender.
The galaxies in Draeko’s horns continued their unhurried path across the vastness of space.
Kanai, for the first time in hours, allowed his eyes to close, his golden halo sliding slightly askew, and his grip on Draeko never loosening.
Draeko was safe.
And the universe—at least within his horns—slept peacefully with him.
The End ✨
Oopsie Daisies
An Al X Kanai Snz Fic
⚠️Content Warning:⚠️
Force Induce, Allergies, Snz, Smut
Description: This fic is loosely based off the following prompt by @hetchiew
Author’s Notes: So because I’m a big ball of chaotic stress from all the curve balls life is hitting me with I’ve decided to try to write a short snz fic based off a prompt given to me by @aller-geez something easy to work with. Hope yall are thirsty for some Hell Boys 🫡 Kanai is owned by Geezie and she did the cover art as always 🥰🫶🏻
Just another day, a Wednesday, the apartment was quiet and all that could be heard was the light scuffle of pacing feet as Alistar tried to come up with a plan for the day. The red headed demon was feeling antsy, on one, like he couldn’t rest until there was sin surrounding him. It had been weeks since he’d pulled any antics or crazy schemes out from under his sleeves, he’s feeling, empty..restless. The anti-Christ scratches his chin wearily, deep in thought as he shuffled through the filing cabinet of trouble installed within his brain.
“Morning Donnie,” suddenly snapped from his trance as he turns to meet eye contact with his best friend.
“Nai,” he nods in response, looking the hound up and down as the gears started turning slowly in his corrupted head. Draeko was still asleep from a long night with his best friend Levi, but Kanai was up and ready for the day, already showered and dressed as he shuffled through the freezer for the blood worms he fed his salt waters every morning. “Hey, bud, whatcha up to?” Alistar asked casually as he leaned up against the entrance way of their small kitchen.
“Hm? Just caring for the aquatics this morning, is there something you need, Donnie?” The navy haired man turned to look at his best friend with the freezer door still opened, an empty, distance stare from his heterochromatic gaze.
“I’m considering it,” the red eyed demon looked the man up and down, a hungry gleam hidden behind his observant leer.
“Oh? Well, do let me know how I can help,” Kanai nods once before turning to his search, reaching in to pull out the packet of worms, closing the door and beginning the process of separating out the servings for his fish. Once he finished his first steps in the process he began to trail back into his room quietly, Al following closely behind him.
Alistar observed Kanai's every move with an intense focus, his eyes tracking each precise motion as if committing them to memory. He found himself oddly drawn to the meticulous way in which Kanai handled the delicate creatures in his care, a stark contrast to Alistar's own chaotic and impulsive nature.
As Kanai carefully sprinkled the bloodworms into the aquarium, the red head crept closer, his curiosity piqued by the colorful array of fish darting eagerly towards their meal. He watched as Kanai's expression softened, a rare moment of peace settling over his features as he gazed at the underwater world he had been cultivating.
Unable to resist the temptation to disrupt this tranquility, Alistar reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, casually lighting it with a smirk playing on his lips. The acrid smoke wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of saltwater and bloodworms.
Kanai's sharp inhale was suddenly stuttered as he found it difficult to breathe amongst the tainted air. His chest suddenly tight and his nose suddenly very itchy. “A-Alistar….Y-you know I can’t st-stand that sme-HEH..’Kkssshuuh! kngt’SHHEW!” It exploded out of him unexpectedly, a cloud of saliva sprinkling the space in front of them.
Alistar's smirk widened at the familiar sound of Kanai's sudden sneeze attack, a sure sign that his allergies were being triggered by the smoke. He tried to act innocent, as if he had simply forgotten about Kanai's sensitivities, but deep down he relished in the damage he was causing. His excitement grew as he thought about how much worse he could make it, the heat rising within him like a smoldering fire.
As Kanai struggled to regain his composure, Alistar nonchalantly took another drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around him like a sinister dance. The hound’s nose twitched and scrunched as it tickled his sensibilities…he inhaled just barely and another set came flying loosely out of his mouth. Spittle flying freely in the air to Alistar’s entertainment. “huh’KIISSHH’ah! Eh’Kgsssshii!” Al watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes as Kanai's face reddened and itched in discomfort, trying to clear the air with a few quick swipes of his hand.
"Oopsie Daisies, my bad," Alistar feigned innocence, his voice silky smooth with an underlying edge of mischief. "I guess I forgot about your allergy there Nai, apologies,” he chuckled loosely taking another long drag before putting it out on his tongue. “Let me go get you some tissue hm?” he swallowed the rancid mixture of ash and tobacco down his throat without so much as a wince, placing the rest of the stoge in the pack to be relit later.
Alistar left the room with a sly smile playing on his lips, a plan already forming in his mind. He made his way down the hallway to his own room, where he kept a small vial of chhinkni powder tucked away in a secret compartment. “It’s time…” he whispered sinisterly to himself. The powder was rare and potent, known for causing intense sneezing fits when inhaled. As he carefully sprinkled a pinch of the chhinkni powder onto a tissue, Alistar couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. “This is going to be so fucking awesome…” snickering almost inaudibly. He had been saving this powder for a special occasion, and what better time to use it than now?
With the laced tissue in hand, Alistar made his way back to Kanai's room, his steps light and silent as he approached. He knocked on the door before pushing it open, revealing Kanai still struggling to rid the room of the lingering smoke and his insistent sneezes. “iihGUSHou!” it burst out of him the moment the red head walked back into the space.
"Hey Nai, got you that tissue you needed,” Alistar held out the tainted material with a falsely sympathetic smile, his eyes glinting mischievously as he watched Kanai's expression shift from confusion to suspicion. Without a word, and despite his better judgement, Kanai reached out to take the tissue, his movements slow and deliberate as if he sensed something was amiss.
As soon as Kanai's fingers made contact with the laced tissue, and he brought it within an inch of his nose, a violent sneeze ripped through his body, doubling him over with the force of it. "hIH’IKTSHhh'uuhh!” Kanai staggered back against the one bare wall in his room, his eyes wide with shock as the fit consumed him in a relentless storm, electricity jolting to the tips of his toes and fingers. “Hih’KSSSSHH’uh!”
Alistar couldn't contain his grin while he watched Kanai struggle against the relentless attack on his sensitive reddening nose, each convulsion wracking his body mercilessly. The red-headed demon felt a rush of exhilaration at the mess he had unleashed, the thrill of seeing his best friend crumble at the work of his hands, he could feel himself harden in his already tight jeans. “You’re so fucking hot like that..” he licked his lips stepping closer to the hound who looked as though he was trying to fight away another oncoming storm.
“D-Donnie p-please stay back I’ll….KNGT’ssHEW!” out burst a plume of wet, sticky mist that made direct contact with Alistar’s approaching face. The red eyed demon grinned and brought his thumb up to wipe the mess off his chin, only to stick it in his mouth and groan.
“Delicious,” he cooed darkly, his voice thick and smooth like expensive chocolate. While he licked his thumb clean, Alistar's gaze dropped with desire watching Kanai's struggle intensify. The force and power he held over his best friend ignited a fire within him, primal and intoxicating. With a predatory grace, he moved closer to Kanai, the air between them charged with tension and unspoken lusts. Al looked hungrily at the other as he placed both his hands at either side of the man’s head on the wall behind them.
Kanai's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety at the dangerous game Al was playing. Deep down, a part of him relished in the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, even as his body continued to convulse with each sneeze that wracked his frame. He would rather cut off every limb on his body than admit it out loud, however.
Alistar's hand reached out to tilt Kanai's chin up, his touch surprisingly gentle against the chaos he had wrought. "You're so delightful in your vulnerability, Nai," he murmured, his voice low and husky with need as his lips and teeth snapped at the hound’s mouth, a teasing gesture. "Such beauty while you huff, puff and drip from your mouth…” he swiped his thumb just under the hound’s moistened lip. “I am ever so hungry, my friend,” the sentence came out in a dangerously low tone that Kanai was all too familiar.
Kanai's breath caught in his throat at Alistar's sudden proximity, the air around them crackling with a dangerous energy that left him feeling both exhilarated and terrified. He sniffled nervously, but also because he was still fighting the urges against him, the powder still lingering in Al’s closed fist just next to him. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within him, his body betraying him with its response to the demon before him. “D-Donnie…” he tried to reason but was met with a side smirk that immediately caused him to pause.
As Alistar's thumb traced under his lip, Kanai felt a shiver run down his spine, his skin tingling at the soft touch. Despite the chaos and discomfort that still gripped him, there was an undeniable pull towards the red-headed demon that he couldn't quite explain, there always had been. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts, the line between discomfort and arousal blurring in the haze of lingering sneezes and unspoken tension.
Alistar leaned in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to Kanai's own, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a thrill of anticipation through the hound's trembling form, and yet he stood back, only to cuff his closed fist around the other’s nose, holding the tainted tissue within his palm, and pushed it up against his best friend’s nostrils with a force that took the hound by surprise.
Kanai's bright blue and brown eyes widened in shock as the chhinkni powder reached his nose, invading his senses with a sharp, pungent sting that made his head spin. He gasped, trying to turn away, but Alistar's grip on him was firm and unyielding.
The demon’s laughter rang out, dark and twisted, as he watched Kanai's face contort in a mix of surprise and discomfort. Watching his nose stretch and twist, eyes squinting shut to fight against it. The sneezing fit that followed was like nothing Kanai had ever experienced before - each convulsion wracked his entire body, making him double over in agony, kept up soley by the weight of the other. “hIH’IKTSHhh’uuuh!! Kngt’SHHEW! iihGUSH!” His chest tightened, his throat burned, and his eyes watered uncontrollably as he fought the relentless onslaught.
Through tear-blurred vision, Kanai could see Alistar's twisted grin, the gleam of sadistic pleasure in his crimson eyes. The demon seemed to revel in Kanai's suffering, feeding off his pain like a predator savoring its prey. Nai’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, betrayal, and an unsettling thrill that coursed through his veins despite the discomfort wracking his body. As each sneeze ripped through him, he felt a tiny piece of himself chipped away, replaced by something darker and more primal. “hih’KKSSHHHuh!" KnGT!”
Alistar's grip on the tainted tissue tightened, the powder coating his own fingers as he pressed it against Kanai's nose with a cruel persistence that sent shockwaves of agony through the hound's already tortured body. “I love the sweet sweet sounds you make Nai…those little whimpers that follow…be a good boy for me now,” The room spun around the navy haired man, the walls closing in on him as if to trap him in this nightmare with the demon before him.
“D-Donn—HEh’kksssshuuh!!” succumbing again to the substance wreaking havoc inside of him. He snuffled loudly. “SNdfF!!” trying desperately to clear himself of the tingling sensation that ran up and down the bridge of his nose like when one’s foot falls asleep. “Pl-ease….” he whimpered loosely. “I surr-…surrend…EH’KGSSSSHiH!…er” pleading with any ounce of humanity that may be some where hidden inside the red head.
“Oh, but Nai…” The demon clicked his tongue sarcastically. “Why would I do that? I’m having so much fun..you look and sound soooo fucking sexy…just let me have a few more…hm? I’ll even do all the work..” he snickered with a bite of his lower lip. Alistar's taunting words echoed in Kanai's ears, each syllable twisting the knife of helplessness and arousal deeper into his already-tortured soul.
The hound's body convulsed with another violent explosion “hh’KSHHh’hiew!” his chest heaving as he struggled to draw in a breath amidst the overwhelming sensation of the chhinkni powder still living within him. He felt powerless against the demon's cruel game, his will bending under the weight of Alistar's sadistic pleasure. The red head moaned audibly, licking his lips now as he began to rub the growing bulge of his pants against Kanai’s long slender leg.
“Good boy, Nai, such a good boy,” the hound couldnt fucking help that prodding excitement he felt rising within his own groin as his friend began to rut and rub against him. Cursing himself and his innate carnal desires, before pushing his leg just up enough to aid in further friction. The navy haired men then stuttered, like something caught in his throat, that same electrifying feeling of static rushing down the front of his sinuses.
“hIH’KTSHHh’uuh! Eh’KgGss!” it released again, spittle flying past the bottom of the tissue held against his face and into Alistar’s own lust laden features.
“Shit…” he cursed, his breath labored as his hips began to snap at a faster pace, rubbing himself against the other’s thigh as if his life depended on it. His whole weight of body pressing up against Kanai for support with now his ear right next to the hound’s exploding mouth. His grip on the other’s face tightened, pushing the tissue against his friend so tight that the hound was almost certain he’d be cursed for the rest of the week. “Just a few more…” Alistar grunted behind gritted teeth.
“Hh’Ksssshuuh! hIH’KTssHh! Kngt’ShHeW!” they were sporadic, forced, and seemingly never-ending. The sneezes, a symphony of sound and sensation, tore through Kanai's nasal passages like a wild windstorm, each one building upon the last, until they reached a crescendo of pure, unadulterated chaos. The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of snot, spittle, and chhinkni powder, and each sneeze created a miniature tornado of perfumed air that danced around the two figures entwined in their dark, twisted game.
The swirling haze of particles encircling them took on a life of its own, forming a thin layer against the red head’s exposed skin that glistened in the right lighting before drying out. “I’m going to fucking cum unholy shit…” Al struggled through his ragged breath as his body was continuing to rut up against the other’s stiffened thigh, with just the right force and finesse…
“iihGUSHou! hIh’KtssH’hiew!” Unable to keep them away, the powder scraping and clawing its way up every cell inside his nose just made the hound worse and worse. Every sneeze set off another series of involuntary spasms, his body shaking against the other, as if his entire soul was fighting to expel the foreign substance that had infiltrated his defenses. With each shuddering breath, Kanai could feel his sinuses throbbing in time with the constant explosions and the chhinkni powder scraping against his nasal cavities. The redhead's own shudders and thrusts against him seemed to heighten the intensity of the situation, his friend's body writhing with every spasm.
The hound felt as though he were being torn apart from the inside out, his consciousness pulled further and further into the depths of his own lewd desires and the addictive draw of Alistair's sinister pleasure. Despite his best efforts, his own arousal surged within him, matching the rapid pace of his friend's hips as they moved against each other. Each of their legs standing in as a beacon of usage. They sloppily and roughly dry humped each other while the hound twitched and lurched under the pressure of the substance. “KNGT’SSHHEWW!” another loud, forceful and wet sneeze came flying out from his mouth into the cavity of Al’s ear drum, both of them reaching a boiling point they could no longer resist.
“FUCK!” Alistar cursed loudly, grunting with force as his body pushed forward and he came hard inside his boxers, almost silently chuckling afterwards with a breathless sound. Kanai, following closely behind, reached his peak at the feeling of his best friend’s spasming against him. With mercy, the red head pulled the tissue away at last. There was a short sense of relief.
Al collapsed onto the hound, his chest heaving and his entire being drenched in a sweaty, musky glow from their intense exchange. His eyes were heavy and glassy, his mind staggering from the adrenaline surge, the pleasure, and the sheer madness of what had just transpired. “Shit…that was fucking….awesome…” he let out a breathless chortle.
Kanai, still trembling from the aftermath, gulped in a few breaths, trying to parse everything that had just happened. He blinked hard, attempting to make sense of the memories that were now fuzzing in his mind, a blend of pleasure and torment. He finally felt like he could breathe fresh air again, with just a lingering hint of the powder making it’s way out of his system. He may need to do a flush. “That was…..unexpected…and slightly cruel…” Kanai managed between gasps.
With a weak smile, Alistar leaned in closer to his friend, their foreheads touching, the sweat from their bodies mingling as they both tried to catch their breath. The silence stretched thick and heavy between them, a testament to the darkness they had just danced with.
Slowly, the red head regained his strength and took a step back, the two of them composing themselves before taking a deep breath of air. “MAN! I needed that…I’m gonna go hop in the shower, wanna wake up the pet and make him wash us off?” Alistar spoke with his usual charismatic swagger, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“You’re an incredibly insatiable creature, Alistar…” Kanai muttered, his voice still heavy with the after effects of their encounter. “But yes, I suppose a shower might be… necessary,” looking himself up and down feeling the grime of their deeds finally settling upon him.
“Draeeeeee~” The red head already started singing, making his way from the room as he leapt into action, ready and willing for more depraved and devious acts of carnal sin.
The End
Author’s Notes: Took me two days of sitting and actually trying to force myself to write but I fucking did the thing. 🫡 hope you guys enjoyed I know it was a bit shorter and less intense than what I do for smut but I still thought it was hot 😏
anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud? i will. oh lord, here we go.
hey Brittany! i want to start reading the interview with the vampire books but idk where i should start. what would you recommend?
Publishing order! Start at Interview and make your way down. And after book 3 if you find yourself going "I don't like this book much at all" skip it, read the summary, and go to the next one cause they go off the rails bananas. Also I'm sorry I didn't mean to take everybody down with me (Side note: 7,9,10 cross over with Anne Rice's witch series. I never read those and I did fine but there are wikis for confusion also they are getting a show in January)
The series begins. full wip is on my patreon discord.
Figured it’d been a while since Draeko got any love 🩶