I ship Kaladin with EVERYONE because this guy is so honorable, and kind, and gorgeous and wonderful that it would be unfair if everyone couldn't experience him.
I’m so sorry snzblr, I can’t stop thinking about Vee 😫😫😫
Not only does his immune system suck, but he has seasonal pollen allergies, as well as severe dust/mold allergies year round, and of course, they’re booked at a venue that already gave Vee problems once before, but changing venues last minute isn’t possible, so he just has to deal….
The first moment he walks on stage for soundcheck, he instantly regrets not looking at the venue lineup before hand, cause another whole show like this is gonna be hell 🫠🫠
Description: Vaelyn and Kalypso are both sick, stuck in bed together, what could go wrong?
Author’s Notes: Admittedly, I’m obsessed with these two 😩 *rattles the bars on my cage* they argue all day in my head and I just can’t get enough of it. What’s this say about me? I don’t know…enjoy my new favorite toxic dynamic making each other miserable 🤤 @aller-geez owns Vee and did the illustration as always 🥰
The room was a disaster. Tissues, crumpled and scattered, littered the bed and floor like confetti. Empty water bottles stood in haphazard clusters, their labels faded and peeling. Two forlorn figures lay on the rumpled sheets, looking as if they had been through hell and back. “Move the fuck over,” Vaelyn croaked, his voice strained from both illness and frustration. He nudged Kalypso with his foot, trying to make room on the too-small bed. His slender frame seemed too large for the space, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong spot. “I can't breathe with you taking up all the air,” he looked over in her direction with darkened eyes and an exasperated expression.
Kalypso, who was currently buried under a fortress of blankets, coughed so hard it sounded like a walrus being strangled. Her one visible eye glared up at him with enough venom to drop a full-grown man. Unfortunately, Vaelyn was immune to her death stares—or perhaps just too exhausted to care. “Shut up, Vee. You’re hogging the good side of the bed,” She sniffled, her hand fumbling around for another tissue. Her fingers brushed over a pack, but before she could grab it, the lion snatched it out from under her nose.
“Ha!” he rasped triumphantly, shaking the precious pack of tissues in her face. “Mine,” he smirked with a faulty half grin, almost as if even the muscles in his face had a lack of energy to keep up.
“Are you serious right now?!” Kalypso lunged for it, but her blanket cocoon slowed her down. Vaelyn held the tissues just out of reach, his long arms proving infuriatingly effective.
“You’ll waste them,” he snapped, blowing his nose obnoxiously into one before tossing it onto the ever-growing mountain of used ones on the floor. “You always waste them. One sneeze and you grab three tissues like some kind of—”
Kalypso let out an indignant screech, cutting him off. “I’m not the one who sneezes like a damn freight train, you inconsiderate prick!” She sat up too fast, her head spinning from the movement. “Gods, you’re insufferable,” she brought her hands up to her temples, rubbing and massaging at them as a means of relief from the immediate throbs that followed her actions.
“Look who’s talking,” Vaelyn shot back, tossing his dark green hair dramatically, the yellow stripe catching the dim light. He coughed violently into his arm, his glowing red eye markings flickering faintly from sheer exhaustion. “You’ve been whining nonstop since we got sick. It’s like listening to a dying cat,” rolling his eyes as he fought to pull some of the blankets over his body, finding it almost impossible as the dense weight of Kalypso’s body held them tucked under her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry that my mortal suffering inconveniences His Highness,” Kalypso sneered, snatching the tissue pack from his lap when his guard was down. “Here’s a tissue for your delicate feelings, asshole,” sticking her tongue out at him defiantly.
Vaelyn rolled his pale blue-green eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t roll out of his head. “You’re so dramatic. You should’ve gone into theater instead of stripping,” he snickers at his own distasteful words, Lypsy giving him yet another cold, pointed stare
“Says the guy with medical tape on his nose,” she shot back, pulling at the blankets against him to try and bury herself back underneath them, but finding herself at a draw with Vaelyn gripping them for dear life to preserve what little he had in the first place. “Big talk for someone who makes a living off emo ass lyrics,”
“Oh, real fuckin’ nice,” Vaelyn groaned, flopping back against the pillows. He stared at the ceiling, his irritation mingling with the throbbing pain in his sinuses. “Not like that wasn’t the whole reason you started targeting me in the first place you lunatic,” his tired blues shooting in her direction from a judging side glance.
“You’re just mad because you can’t get rid of me,” Kalypso interrupted, her tone a saccharine hiss, as she leaned over him. “Admit it, Vee, You’d be lost without me,” the words falling off her lips in a smug triumph knowing full well he was just as equally to blame for their current relationship in the first place.
Vaelyn let out a sharp bark of laughter, though it was quickly choked by a hacking cough. He propped himself up on his elbows, the flush of fever evident on his pale features. His hazy blues blazed with frustration and exhaustion. "The only thing I'd lose is this migraine you call a relationship," he muttered, his voice hoarse.
"Relationship?" Kalypso echoed, her tone mocking and high-pitched. "Let's not sugarcoat this, Vaelyn. This is a hostage situation," She glared at him, her dark hair wild and disheveled from their struggle. The dim light in the small room cast shadowy patterns across her sharp features, highlighting the defiance in her expression.
“Yeah, me, I’m the hostage, every time I try to get away, you just haunt my dreams…literally,” Vaelyn muttered, reaching for the tissue pack again. Kalypso smacked his hand away, clutching it to her chest like it was a lifeline.
Her emerald gaze glinted with a feral intensity as she issued a warning, pulling back away from him as her sharp fangs glistened in the dim light. "Touch it," she growled, "and I'll bite,"
With equal parts amusement and annoyance, he retorted, "Bite me…” his mocking tone laced with venom. "And I'll be sure to tie you up for good measure," The tension between them crackled like electricity, a never-ending game of cat and mouse that neither was willing to back down from.
“Oh, promises, promises,” Kalypso drawled, her eye sparkled mischievously despite the dark circles under it. She slumped back against the headboard, coughing again and finally relinquishing a single tissue to him. “Here, Take your stupid tissue and choke on it,”
Vaelyn snatched it from her with a muffled grunt, pressing it to his nose with force. The sound of his nasal passage clearing echoed through the room in a loud wet honk. "Thanks," he said through stuffed nostrils, sarcasm dripping from his words. "You're a real saint," His tone laced with bitterness and perhaps a touch of resentment.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by their occasional sniffles and coughs. For a brief moment, they existed in something resembling peace, both too sick and tired to keep up the verbal sparring. “You know,” Kalypso muttered after a while, her voice softer, almost vulnerable. “You’re the only person I’d let see me like this,”
Vaelyn glanced at her, his sharp features softening ever so slightly. “Yeah, well… same,”
The tender moment between them was abruptly shattered as Kalypso's hands balled into fists and she forcefully shoved him, knocking him off the bed. He tumbled to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. She towered over him with a smug look from the edge of the bed. "And stay on the floor, you tissue hogging bastard," she spat before retreating back to her comfortable nest.
“Unbelievable,” Vaelyn grumbled from the floor, glaring up at her. “I hate you,”
Kalypso smirked, curling back up in her blanket cocoon. “Like wise, dick for brains,”
Vaelyn groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor, rubbing his temples, fighting the sheer urge to get back at her for having to even put up with her in these conditions in the first place, let alone the violence that came with it. “You know,” he started, his tone a dangerous mix of sarcasm and disdain, “I’ve met demons less spiteful than you,”
Kalypso, lounging like a smug cat in her blanket nest, sniffled audibly before shooting back, “Yeah? Maybe you should call one of them. I hear they’re great at babysitting pathetic, tissue-stealing man-babies,”
“Man-baby?!” Vaelyn’s pale blue-green eyes flashed with incredulity. His mouth opened to retort, but the telltale twitch of his nose stopped him. He froze for a moment, one hand hovering in the air as his breath hitched. “Heh… hh—hhh—EISHHH!-isshh!-’shhh!—hhHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!” The sneeze was so forceful it left him doubled over, his lanky frame leaning against the bed for support.
“Jesus, Vee,” Kalypso groaned, glaring at him. “Could you be any louder? One would think you just summoned a Drekavac,” She rolled her eye in exaggerated annoyance, grabbing a tissue and chucking it at his head. Despite the fact she would normally turn into a dog in heat at this particular sight and situation, she was far too overwhelmed with the all consuming heat and throbbing that took residence within her head. The only thing she could think about was how desperate she was to feel better and get back on with her life.
Vaelyn caught it mid-air, his movements sluggish as he wiped his nose with an annoyed grunt. “Like I can control it,” he muttered. “Unlike someone who sneezes like a broken wind-up toy,” his lips pulling into a half smirk at the accuracy of his comment.
Kalypso’s eye narrowed. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She sat up straighter, the tension making her blanket fortress slide off her shoulders.
“Just saying,” Vaelyn replied, flopping back onto the bed beside her, “you sound like you’re strangling a hamster every time you sneeze. It’s unnatural,” his shoulders fell into a nonchalant shrug, doing his best to fight back the urge to laugh at his own come backs.
Kalypso’s nostrils flared, her hands instinctively moving to adjust her piercings as she prepared to verbally eviscerate him. But before she could get the words out, her nose crinkled, and her breaths turned shallow. “Hhh…hiiiIHH’nxgt! Huhhh… H’NgXt! Hiih’n’G-kT—!” Each sneeze came out blocked, the dissatisfaction of her strangled explosions causing her to feel woozy. Her head snapping forward slightly with every stifled expulsion as her chest tightened and ribs struggled to expand. “H’GNXT! KA’GXT! H’NT!”
Vaelyn chuckled hoarsely, followed by a very slight cough they he expelled into the crook of his elbow, raising a brow. “Case in point,” he responded, clearing his throat.
“Shut… hh—shut up,” Kalypso gasped, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. Her emerald eye was watery, blood shot and she sniffled hard, trying to regain control of her rebellious sinuses. “It’s my nasal passage, asshole. It’s not like I want to sneeze like this,” pouting with a tinge of embarrassment behind her sharp gaze whilst her cheeks flushed.
“Have you tried, I don’t know, blowing your nose for once?” Vaelyn suggested, his voice dripping with faux helpfulness.
Kalypso gave him a withering glare, but her response was interrupted by another sneezing fit. This time, she tried stretching her nostril with two fingers, hoping to release the pressure. “Hehh—hh’NGXT! KT‘NXT! G’NKXT! Hp’TXT! …Goddammit,” she wiggled her aching nose, scrunching it with the effort of hoping it would stop.
Kalypso groaned, grabbing a tissue from the dwindling pack and blowing her nose in the most obnoxious way possible. When she finished, she threw the used tissue directly at Vaelyn’s face. It landed squarely on his forehead, sticking there for an infuriating moment before sliding off.
“What the fuck, Kals?!” Vaelyn snapped, sitting upright as his features contorted in disgust, his hands flailing and fumbling to get the used tissue away from him completely and wipe the remnants off his face. He grabbed a pillow and whacked her with it.
Kalypso shrieked, her voice cracking slightly. “You started it, you ableist twat!”
The pillow fight that followed was anything but dignified. Vaelyn’s long limbs gave him the upper hand, but Kalypso fought dirty, yanking the blanket off him mid-swing and using it as a shield. The bed became a battlefield, tissues flying like shrapnel as their coughing and sneezing punctuated the chaos.
Finally, both of them collapsed back onto the bed, too exhausted to continue their war. Vaelyn groaned, his head lolling to the side as he stared up at the ceiling. “We’re going to die here,” he declared dramatically. “And it’s all your fault,”
Kalypso snorted, rolling her eye at him. “My fault? You’re the one who got me sick in the first place, dipshit,”
“I told you no, and you still shoved your tongue down my throat anyway,” Vaelyn shot back weakly, his voice muffled as he buried his face in a pillow.
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you shoved me up against the wall immediately after to stick it in, idiot,” Kalypso quipped, coughing into her elbow. “Guess we’re both screwed,”
A long pause hung between them, broken only by their sniffles and the occasional groan of discomfort.
“I hate you,” Vaelyn mumbled.
“Ditto,” Kalypso retorted, her voice softening despite herself. She reached out and tugged the blanket over both of them, her fingers brushing his arm briefly before retreating. For a moment, neither of them said anything, content to lie there in their shared misery. Until Vaelyn's head jerked forward, and a frenzy of sneezes came out in rapid succession.
“E-iSSHH! isHH-ish-’Shh!! —HeehH’EESSSHHHhuh!” Each one was accompanied by a violent convulsion that left him gasping for air and clutching his chest. As he tried to catch his breath, the mistrals of saliva the came out in grouped clouds from his lips settled amongst the bed covers.
“Goddammit, Vee,” Kalypso muttered, covering her head with a pillow. “As much as it turns me on to see you like this, and how your body reacts to your damn cursed virus….every time you sneeze, my head starts to feel like it’s being slammed against the fuckin’ wall, could you at LEAST try to keep it down,” she grumbled, scooting her body a few inches more toward the edge of the bed.
Vaelyn groaned, rolling onto his side with a dramatic flair, his tangled hair falling into his face. “Keep it down? Are you kidding me? Do you think I want to sneeze like I’m trying to exorcise a demon?” he scoffed, almost wishing she’d stop giving him such a hard time. He preferred it more when she was trying to jump his bones in this state rather than complaining about it every time he fell victim to his symptoms.
Kalypso peeked out from under the pillow, her hair sticking out at odd angles and her emerald eye blazing. “Yes, Vaelyn. Clearly, you’re sneezing like that just to piss me off,”
“Exactly,” Vaelyn deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “My life’s mission is to ruin yours, one sneeze at a time,” rolling his eyes at her dramatic accusation.
She returned his look with an eye roll of her own, shoving the pillow off her head, but before she could deliver a snarky comeback, Vaelyn’s breath caught again, his jaw hanging open in idle as it worked through his system. Eyes squinting, small tears forming against his ducts. His chest rose as his nose twitched, and he sat upright like he was bracing for impact.
“Hhihhh… hh’EIISSHHhhuh!—ishh!-issh!-‘shhh!!—HHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” The final sneeze erupted with such force that the entire bed shook, and Vaelyn flopped back against the mattress with a defeated groan. His glowing eye markings flickered faintly as if his life force itself had been sneezed out. “I swear,” he croaked, voice cracking, “this is the end for me,”
Kalypso winced, rubbing her temples. “If it isn’t, it’s how I’m going to die, You’re like a walking hurrica-… Hhh… hHh’nGXT! HP’KGNXT!!” Her own half-sneezes burst out mid-sentence, just as strangled as usual. She barely managed to muffle it into her sleeve, her eye pinched shut as the force of it left her slumped forward, her nose twisting and wiggling like it wasn’t quite finished. “K’GXNT! H-hh..T’GXGT! H’KXT!” She groaned as she straightened up, glaring at Vaelyn through her watery eye. “Don’d..day…a fugg’ing thing…” she warned.
Vaelyn chuckled weakly, his laugh dissolving into a fit of coughing. “I wouldn’t dare interfere with Karma’s good work,”
“Karma? Oh fugg you…” Kalypso leaned over, snatching the tissue pack from where it had fallen between them. “Again, thid whole siduadion id your fauld,” blowing into the softened material loudly, filling it with a shrill and wet spurt as she worked to clear her sinuses to the best of her ability.
“I’d argue, but I don’t have the energy,” Vaelyn admitted, propping himself up on one elbow. He stared at her for a moment, noting the way her nose scrunched all while she tried to fight her urges off, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face. “You’re holding it in too much. Just let it out,” he sighed with a slight shake of his head.
Kalypso scowled, sniffing hard. “SndDff…Eady for you do day, Mr. Explodive. Dome of ud have complicated nadal paddages.” She punctuated her sentence though garbled by the congestion. Finally, she gave in, unable to take the lack of release, pulling her hand up in an attempt to stretch her nostril once more, bracing for the next fit. “Hhhh—hh’NGTSSschuh! Huhh’nXgt! …huhhh—uhhh’G-txSCHhhuh!” it finally flew out of her, and when it did, her chest felt like a weight had been lifted. A much more successful release than her previous attempt.
Vaelyn winced at her obvious discomfort. “You’re gonna break something doing that. Seriously,” if she didn’t know any better, he almost sounded like he was a touch concerned.
“Oh, so now you’re a doctor?” Kalypso snuffled loudly, clearing her throat, though she reluctantly reached for a tissue and honked loudly into it. When she was done, she tossed it toward the floor, where it joined the growing pile of trash.
“I’m not saying I’m a doctor,” Vaelyn replied, smirking as he tossed and turned to find a more comfortable position in the crowded bed. “But clearly, I’m the only one here with any common sense,”
“Common sense?” Kalypso barked a laugh, but it quickly turned into another coughing fit. She waved a hand at him as if to say, Give me a second, before she continued. “You think the guy who tried to deep-fry a shoe last week has common sense?”
“That was an experiment,” Vaelyn said defensively, though his pale cheeks flushed slightly. “And you said it smelled good,” flashing her a mocking smirk.
“Because I thought it was food, dumbass!” Kalypso shot back, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the blanket while turning away from him. Convinced that if she were to see that smug look on his face any longer she may just hit him.
The argument came to a halt as Vaelyn's nose twisted up once again, wiggling in small circles. He sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly with quick, shallow breaths. Suddenly, they exploded out of him “Hhihhh… hh—IISSHHH!-issh!-isshh!-‘SHhhuh!—hhHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” each one followed by a stifled gasp. His body shook with the force. It was as if a powerful gust of wind was blowing through him, leaving him weak and shaky afterwards, they knocked him sideways, and he flopped back down, groaning into the pillow. “I judd wisgh death could find me..”
Kalypso shook her head, her sweat crumpled locks cascading in waves around her face as she flipped onto her other side to face him. With an expressionless face, she reached over and plucked another tissue from the box, flinging it towards him with a flick of her wrist. "You'd still find a way to make even death dramatic," she teased.
Vaelyn caught the tissue and brought it to his face, trying to maintain his serious expression through the act of releasing a plume of snot within the confines of the gifted material. It sloshed out of his nose with an obnoxiously flooded sound. His eyes met hers, sparkling with disdain. “And you’d still find a way to ruin my last moments,” he retorted back.
She smirked, her eye glinting mischievously. “Oh, why of course, If I can’t be happy, neither can you,” she snickered before continuing “It’s called the complexities of our love,” she blows him a kiss almost to rub it in.
Vaelyn snorted, his body too tired to argue. “If this is love, remind me to hate you properly when I’m better,” his body shuddering abruptly, causing the lion to snuggle and wiggle deeper into the covers, even inching slightly towards his girlfriend in an effort to seek warmth.
Kalypso chuckled, her laugh raspy but still carrying an edge of delight. “Oh, you already hate me. That’s why this works,” shifting her legs over to allow the other to close the slight space between them, their skin brushing up against each other.
“Works? This?” Vaelyn gestured between them weakly, his arm flopping back to his side. “This is a nightmare. A sick, mucus-filled nightmare,”
“And yet, here you are,” Kalypso nestled deeper into the plush bed, her body radiating warmth against Vaelyn's as she teased him. “You’d miss me if I weren’t here, just admit that even in the slightest, you’re glad you’re not totally isolated with this virus,” she poked at his side with a thin and pale index finger, causing the man to flinch just slightly at the touch.
“Miss you?” he repeated incredulously. Vaelyn groaned, throwing an arm over his face in a dramatic gesture. “I’d throw a party, A quiet, drama-free party,” letting out a long, drawn out and almost relieved sigh just at the thought of him being able to endure his illness alone without Kalypso’s grating and constant attitude.
The woman rolled her eye. “You’d last two days without me, tops. Then you’d go all broody and dramatic and start writing poetry about your tragic solitude,” she snickered at the idea of him sitting in the dark of the room, scrawling pathetically in his journal.
Vaelyn peeked out from under his arm, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t write poetry,”
“Not yet,” Kalypso said with a smirk, coughing into her sleeve. “But give it time. You’re practically a walking angst novel already,” shrugging her shoulders loosely.
Vaelyn opened his mouth to snap back but paused as his nose tingled and itched again, throat tightening as the inevitable sting returned. He let out a resigned groan before succumbing to another series of violent sneezes. “Hhh—hh’EIIISSHHHuhh! Hh—hhIIEEESSSHHhh! …ugh,” He slumped against the head board, thoroughly defeated. “Kill me now,”
Kalypso handed him another tissue, her voice softening. “I probably would if you weren’t so good in bed,”
Vaelyn took the tissue, his gaze lingering on her longer than he intended. Despite the bags under her eye and the general state of disarray, she was still one of the most attractive people he could ever lay his eyes upon—even if she was the most infuriating person he’d ever met.
“Whatever,” he muttered, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue toward the trash can. He missed, of course. “But if I do die, you’re giving the eulogy,”
Kalypso smirked, leaning back with a mock-serious expression. “We are gathered here today to reminisce the saddest existence of man-and magik kind…Vaelyn Hawthorne, though extraordinarily talented in bed and on stage, he was more or less the biggest bitch in all of life…anyways…let’s drink!” she giggled at herself, before falling into another rough and strangled coughing fit.
Vaelyn snorted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself. “You’re such a bitch,”
“And you love it,” Kalypso shot back, her voice soft but still teasing. She adjusted the blankets over both of them again, her fingers brushing his as she did so. Vaelyn didn’t respond, but the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t from the fever. Instead, he shifted closer, mumbling something incoherent under his breath as he avoided her gaze.
“What was that?” Kalypso asked, leaning in with a grin.
“Nothing,” Vaelyn muttered, turning his back to her. But the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying the smile he was trying to suppress.
Kalypso grinned triumphantly, leaning back and propping her head up with a bent up pillow. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re sick,”
Vaelyn groaned into his own pillow. “Don’t start. I’m barely holding on as it is,”
“Barely holding on is right,” Kalypso continued, poking his side. “You’re practically the poster child for a NyQuil ad. Look at you, falling to pieces and still managing to be the world’s biggest pain in my ass at the same time, multi-faceted,” her mocking tone cut through his nerves and he had to resist the temptation of smothering her where she laid.
Vaelyn batted her hand away weakly, but there was no real force behind it. “If I had the energy, I’d retaliate,”
“But you don’t,” she pointed out with a smug grin, settling back into her blanket cocoon. “Now….put something on the TV…Why fuckin’ don’t you?”
Vaelyn groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Because, oh mighty goddess of laziness, the remote is literally on your side.”
Kalypso peeked out of her cocoon, squinting at the edge of the nightstand where the remote sat precariously. “Too far, can’t reach…” sighing dramatically as she turned her head to look back at him.
“You’re pathetic,” Vaelyn muttered, coughing into his arm all while he rolled over and stretched his limb out toward the remote. His fingers just barely brushed it before he knocked it to the floor with a loud clatter. “Shit,”
Kalypso burst into a raspy laugh, clutching her side as she coughed mid-guffaw. “Great job, genius. Truly, you’re the epitome of grace,”
“Laugh it up,” Vaelyn grumbled, rolling off the bed with all the enthusiasm of a cat forced into water. He fumbled for the remote, his lanky frame awkwardly sprawled across her on the bed as he reached for the item. “Got it,” he announced triumphantly, holding it up like he’d won a trophy.
“Congratulations,” Kalypso deadpanned, trying to adjust herself under his weight. “You’ve retrieved the mystical remote. Now, hurry up and get the fuck off me, I already can’t breathe,” falling back onto her pillow with a dramatic display as he slowly retreated off her.
Vaelyn crawled back onto his side, tossing the remote onto her lap with a sour expression. “Here. Happy?”
Kalypso rolled her eye, picking up the remote and flipping through channels lazily. “Not really, since I asked you to pick,” She paused on some random soap opera featuring overly expressive yelling and a faintly absurd plot twist. “Seems your illness has poisoned whatever brain cells you had left to follow instruction…so I guess you’ll just have to settle with my choice,”
“Oh, fuck off,” he rolled his eyes before settling back against his side of the bed. Vaelyn arched a brow, leaning over to squint at the screen. “Really? This is what you’re subjecting me to?” his lips twisted into a disdained frown.
“Shut up, it’s a classic,” she retorted, sniffling loudly. “SNDdff…..Besides, you put me in charge, actions have consequences, dill-hole,”
Vaelyn stared at the screen, then back at her. “You’re actually insane,”
“And you’re still here,” Kalypso quipped, settling in with a contented sigh. “So, what does that make you?” Her gaze lazily looked back at him.
Vaelyn groaned, dragging a pillow over his face like it could block out both her smugness and the terrible soap opera now blaring from the TV. “Apparently, a masochist,”
“Exactly,” Kalypso said, grinning as she adjusted her blankets once more. “Now, shut up and let me enjoy this. They’re about to reveal who switched the baby at the wedding,” her attention fully on the softly illuminating television screen in front of them.
“Why do I even bother?” Vaelyn muttered, but his body betrayed him as he shifted closer to her warmth, his long legs tangling slightly with hers under the blankets, loosely spooning the small frame of the sickly woman. He tried to focus on the ridiculous melodrama unfolding on the screen, but his nose twitched again, sending a jolt through his body.
Kalypso side-eyed him, her own lips falling into a slightly annoyed frown. “Here we go again, right at the apex of the plot, you have the shittiest timing,” shaking her head as the man gasped and hitched.
“Hhhihhh…” Vee's body convulsed with each sharp inhale, his chest heaving and mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes squinted against the light of the tv, his face contorting as his breaths caught in the pit of his throat. “Hh’eiSHHhuh!—Hheh’EISSCHhhuh! …hhEH’ESSSHHhhuh!” a misted gust of saliva delicately sprinkled over the soft flesh of Kalypso’s exposed and blacked out neck. Her body shivered in response, she inhaled sharply and sucked on her lower lip.
The sneezes shook him so hard he tightly grasped the woman he’d been cuddling haphazardly, which only added to the battle Kaly was facing within herself. As much as she was annoyed by the man she had to share her affliction with, she couldn’t help how dangerously erotic she found the scene that just unfolded. The feeling of him shaking around her body and the coolness of his saliva settling upon her skin. “Shit…” she whimpered, her legs shifting together as she tried to hide and stifle her arousal.
“You’re not seriously horny from that are you?” Vaelyn immediately clocking the sudden change in her heart rate and the uncomfortable shuffling of her legs from beneath his own. Kalypso flushed a deep crimson, her eye widened as she tried to come up with a witty response to cover her embarrassment.
“Shut up, asshole, I can’t help it,” she sputtered, averting her gaze and fidgeting with the remote in her hands. “I’m just…ugh, never mind,” pouting angrily as she did everything in her power to push away the heat rising within her loins.
Vaelyn raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hey now, no need to be coy about it, I still find it incredibly endearing you get so easily flustered for me…even in this awful state,” he teased, his voice husky, lips brushing up against her exposed and thoroughly pierced ear. The woman’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she elbowed Vaelyn in the side, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his lips against her ear.
“Don’t get too cocky now, illness has clearly driven you insane,” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. The lion chuckled softly a deep rumble that reverberated through her.
“Yeah? So if I don’t…feel around this way…” he paused his words as his hand shuffled through the layers and her night gown, rising between her legs to meet her already soaked panty gusset. “I won’t find my pussy dripping into her panties?” teasing her with a deepened and taunting tone. Kalypso sucked in a sharp breath, her body betraying her as she pressed against his wandering hand, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.
“I-I hate you,” she managed to mutter, her cheeks aflame as desire pooled low in her belly. Vaelyn’s grin was positively sinful as he continued to tease her, his fingers lightly tracing patterns against the damp fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
“Sure you do,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive as his tongue then traced a light trail behind the shell of her ear. “But your body seems to disagree,” his voice becoming even lower as he enjoyed the way her frame shuddered beneath his touch. Kalypso’s breath hitched as she arched into his motions, her eye fluttering shut as she surrendered to the intoxicating pull between them.
“Vaelyn…it’s just g-gonna make us f-feel worse…fuckin’ q-quit it…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.
“I’m inclined to entirely disagree,” he countered, his touch growing bolder as he slid a finger beneath the fabric, slipping the tip of his digit across her soaking slit, eliciting a gasp from the woman. “I’d argue that you want me to keep going, don’t you?” his reply breathless as he began to press the growing bulge in his own boxers against the small of her back.
Kalypso couldn't help but whimper at his touch, her body protesting against her mind that was screaming at her to stop. She was sick, she shouldn't want this, but the pull the lion man had on her was undeniable.
"Vaelyn," she moaned again, her voice barely audible over the soap opera still playing in the background. She really wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue, the line of control blurring with every touch, every whisper. It was leaning towards the latter.
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing across her neck again before he whispered, "Oh no…I think I feel another coming on too…Hh-Hh.." He teased as his breath and mouth stuttered, his body urging and leaning into the tickle that plagued his nasal cavity. The ghosting wisp of his breath causing Kalypso’s eye to roll back as she awaited it. Vee focused his movements on her body while also coaxing himself into a sneeze, gently brushing the tip of his nose against the stray strands of Kaly’s hair. “E-e-eiSHH! issh-IsH! H-Hehh…” his forehead pressing against the side of her temple, allowing his open mouth explosions to spray micro droplets of warm saliva across her exposed neck and even a bit across her chest.
His middle and ring fingers delved deep into her wet folds at the same moment of his release, eliciting a louder gasp from her lips. She felt her hips rock against him unconsciously, each thrust driving him further into her core and pushing her closer. “F-fuckin’ A…Vee…don’t ss-stop…” she stuttered through whimpering lips.
“Told you…—h-hH…eehHh’HH ESSSHHuhh!” another escaped him in the midst of his victorious gloating. It was relieving, freeing even, her neck practically drenched by this point as he latched his mouth upon her flesh and began to suck the spot there, biting a few times for good measure. Despite his best efforts, no hickeys would be left to show against the pitch black coloring of her tattoo but the feeling no less was enough to send her reeling. His own body shuddering with each expulsion, his touch unrelenting. Kalypso was aflame, unable to resist the pull of the lion's motions and the eroticism of his sneezes. She wanted him so badly she could taste it on her tongue.
His fingers danced across her most sensitive spots, eliciting a series of pleasured whimpers from her mouth as he continued to dive within her cavern, his thumb working at her swelling clit. Vaelyn's body responding itself to her cries, his cock standing at attention, his hips searching for friction against her plump ass that rocked against his body.
"Vaelyn...I...I can't take much more…i-it’s too much you’re g-gonna ma-make me c-cum…" she pleaded, her voice shaking with the need that coursed through her veins. She arched her back and pushed back into him, seeking more of the pleasure he was so skillfully doling out.
"I didn’t give you permission," he growled in reply, snuffling lightly against her ear. “sndDf…” For most people, that might kill the mood a bit but Kalypso, it only drove her further into insanity.
“Then fuck me…Vaelyn, stop w-wasting my f-fucking time…” she hissed in response before clasping her bottom lip between her two rows of teeth. Vaelyn's eyes glimmered with desire, his lips parting to reveal a low rumbling growl in his chest. His hand slowed momentarily, the pace of his fingers rubbing against her sensitive nerves gentling as he considered her plea.
"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper against her ear. "For me to fuck my desperate pussy right here, right now?" His fingers halted, poised above her damp panties, their taunting presence causing the woman to whine and buck for more. Her breath hitched, the air thick with anticipation. Her body arched towards him, her eye fluttering shut in desperation as she clutched at the remote in her hand, squeezing it tightly as if it were Vaelyn's cock.
“Yes, god damn it," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please…” Vaelyn smirked, a lecherous expression painting his face as he finally relented.
“That’s my girl…” he spoke huskily confident in his response, triumphant he could turn her into the mess she currently was. His fingers worked to push the fabric of her soaked underwear aside, slipping his other arm from under her to free his aching length from the confines of his boxers. He took no time, inching his hips closer and forcing his cock inside her warm, wet entrance.
“Fuck, Vee…” she moaned as he filled her, her body trembling at the sensation of him inside. Her hands clutched at the mattress, nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as she rocked her hips back to meet his. Vaelyn's eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her, looming from their side ways position.
“That’s it, who’s pussy is this?” he snarled euphorically his tone dangerous and domineering, all while his hips moved in a slow rhythm that built rapidly into a frenzied pace.
“It’s yours, Vaelyn, It’s your pussy…” she gasped, her voice strained from the pleasure and the sore throat given to her by the illness they shared. Her eyes remained closed, focusing solely on the sensations that surrounded her. The soap opera in the background continued to play loudly, its washed out sounds barely registering in their minds as they were consumed by the primal need for one another.
Vaelyn's teeth flashed in a predatory grin as her response fueled his antics even further. He brought his hand up and gripped her throat tightly, squeezing until her ragged gasps turned into strangled gaffs. Driving himself deeper into her with each thrust, their skin slapping together with a wet, slick sound that punctuated the air around them. His breath came in tattered gasps, each exhale carrying a hint of struggle as he reveled in their desperate display.
“That’s right,” he hissed lowly, his voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her body. “That’s my pussy…” he spoke possessively. Kalypso felt herself becoming undone, her heated cries lost underneath his squeezing palm as Vaelyn's rough treatment drove her closer to the edge. Her body yearned for release, each thrust from the ravenous man pushing her further into a state of blissful oblivion. He was right, this was his pussy - his to command and use as he saw fit. And she wouldn't want it any other way.
Her body bucked wildly against his, each thrust causing wave after wave of undying pleasure to wash over her. Her heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of her emotions threatening to consume her entirely. "Fuck…me…" she managed to gasp behind his hold, her voice hoarse with need. "H-hard-..er,”
Vaelyn's eyes flashed dangerously at her words, his grip on her throat tightening even further. "Yeah? My crazy little psycho slut wants it harder?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. Kalypso's eye widened in response, her lips parting slightly as she nodded vigorously, her body screaming for more. Without hesitation, Vaelyn yanked his hand away from her throat, causing her to whimper in protest at the sudden loss of his touch. But before she could fully register the change, he leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder - hard enough to break skin, a small trail of blood trickling down her chest, hard enough to leave a mark that would last long after their time together had ended.
His free hand now snaking across her frame to slip between her thighs, his skilled fingers now circling her clit with a matched rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her entire body trembling as the heat rose further to the surface, her groin tightening as she could feel her impending orgasm threatening to spill over. Then, with a single swift motion, Vaelyn withdrew from her wet heat, leaving her feeling empty and needy. Yet, it was only a momentary respite; in the next instant, he thrust back inside her with renewed fervor, his movements rough and unrestrained. “You better fuckin’ cum for me, Lypsy, cum for your man,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Kalypso's world spun around her as she felt the irresistible pull of the inevitable climax that threatened to rock her. The woman’s slickened body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths coming in short gasps that were barely audible. "Vaelyn… I’m…" she whined, her voice barely above a whisper as she clawed at the sheets beneath her. The lust-crazed man continued to ravage her with his relentless thrusts, his eyes locked onto her desire twisted expression, his own filled with a primitive hunger.
"That's it, baby... cum for me," he urged, his tone low and seductive as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded hers, fighting across each other in a wet and chaotic battle, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts and sending a wave of heat coursing through her veins. At long last, unable to hold it back, her lips parted between the kiss and a high pitched whine escaped her as their hot breath mingled. Her walls clenched around Vaelyn’s continuously thrusting cock as she finally came around him. His mouth pulling into a sadistic grin as he witnessed her fall off the edge of carnal lust.
Vaelyn's thrusts became erratic, desperate, as he felt the waves of her climax pulsing around him. He matched her cries with his own desperate moans, his body tensing and straining towards its own release. The sound of their passionate fucking still echoed against the walls around them, but to them it was almost nonexistent background noise, lost along side the tv show that still played. Buried deep inside her, Vaelyn felt every twitch and shudder of Kalypso's ecstasy.
"Fuuuuck, your pussy feels so good pulsing around my cock…" he groaned, his voice ringing in her head as her body shuddered and twitched. His hand moving to her hip gripping it tightly, bruising her skin without a care. "You ready, hm? Ready for me to fill my pussy with every last drop?" he spoke behind a clenched jaw within the cavity of her ear, feeling her body quivering around him in unabated pleasure. She nodded furiously as her body continued to rock and match his movements. Finally, Vaelyn surrendered to the rush of her throbbing sensations.
"Cum for me, Vaelyn," she whimpered, her voice raw and lust driven. "Fill me…please…" The intensity of her words sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, and her begging for his release inside her was the exact push he needed to go over the edge. With one final thrust, Vaelyn buried himself deep within her hot core, his body tensing as he felt the familiar tightening of his balls.
"F-fuck!" it barely escaped his lips, his voice breaking through the clamour of their frenzied session. His whole body shook with the force of his climax as he released his full load inside her. They each gasped, working to collect their breaths as the sweat dripped from their bodies, desperate to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Vaelyn slowly withdrew from her, his body still shuddering with the remnants of his climax. Kalypso whimpered at the loss, her body feeling empty and sore. They each rolled over and onto their backs, staring upward at the ceiling as the euphoric haze of sex slowly drifted away.
"You're mine, remember?" he murmured, his voice softer now. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
"I remember," she whispered back, both of them feeling more than just spent but entirely exhausted. “After that…I think I’ll finally be able to get back to sleeping this dumbass cold off,” she added, the light-heartedness returning to her voice. Vaelyn chuckled, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before rolling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom to clean up.
As he washed away the remnants of their encounter as well as the sickly ick that had collected beforehand, Vaelyn couldn't help but smile - though he would never allow her to see it, or even verbally admit to it, he was genuinely glad to have her there. Both of them dealing with this situation together. She drove him insane, often to the brink of his final straw, but that was his bag of crazy. He understood her, and she understood him. Despite how hard it was to see it sometimes.
He stepped back into the room to find Kalypso curled up under the covers, already drifting off into a restful sleep. Despite her earlier claims about her cold, she looked peaceful now, her eye fluttering with dreams as she drifted into slumber. Vee shook his head, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Nasty bitch, just going to fall asleep full of cum and covered in sick sweat, god she’s disgusting…” but despite his comment, he slid in beside her, wrapping himself around her overtly hot body and burying his face into her sweat dampened hair. Sleep now overtaking the both of them, the gentle glow of the tv illuminating their faces as there was nothing left but the sound of the long abandoned show to echo around them.
The End
Author’s Notes: *beats my chest like a wild gorilla* I LOVE WRITING THEIR DIALLLOOOGGUUEE 😩 they’re so sassy and pissy, I fuckin’ love it. 🤌🏻🤤 hope you guys enjoyed! Til next fic 😘
RINSHA & KABRU - DAYDREAM HOUR 4 BY RYOKO KUI (DUNGEON MESHI)
She loves Kabru, but sternly worries about how much he puts himself through for the sake of his goal. She also worries about the true intention of those who get close to him.
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1.- My perfect couple of hybrid that don’t look like hybrids, Zerguette and Kalyn!!! I met a nice person on insta- and it’s so fu- nice to talk with her about my protoss oc’s and mine- it’s just WAAAAAAAAA
2.- A drawing for a friend of Warframe, I LOVE HIS VOLT DAMN--- and I rlly want to give him smt ;u;- So I drew his Volt prime and my Ash prime jdwlajdljwla (he even share the drawing with the clan I’m part of, he loves it! ;w;)
