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Characters: Both ocs - Luke Costello, Flitz (Noah Archer)
Everything hurts. Even his wings burn, hot and cold, and for a moment, he's sure hes dying.
He's no longer sure that it would be a bad thing.
Someone has their hand around his waist, and the other is tangles through his hair. The touch is unwelcome, and he tries to pull away.
Luke doesn't make it far; his arms are too heavy, and someone is pulling his wings down. A moan escapes his chapped lips as he falls back, exhausted.
“Luke, lie still. Just a few more minutes.” He half recognises the voice, but he can't think past the pain.
Something cool is pressed to his forehead, and on the back of his neck, and he frowns, a slurred protest lost on his tongue. He wings tense again, trying to move him away.
“Lu, come on. You're okay.” their forehead rests against his and it clicks.
“Flitz.” It's slurred and cracked, but he manages it. He doesn't have the energy to open his eyes.
“Hey.” Relief rolls off him, his wings shifting happily.
“You're okay.” Luke blinks up at Flitz before giving a half smile and burrowing into his side.
They stay like that for a few minutes, Flitz stroking his hand through Lukes feathers, and Luke snoring lightly.
A chill wracks his body, forcing a weak cough out of him. He whines, searching for Flitz’s face.
“C-cold.” he manages to gasp out between shivers.
“You're still burning up.”
“Lu, trust me. I've been up with you the past tek hours trying to get your fever down.” Luke huffs. He knows he's not going to win this, so he returns to shiver against Flitz.
“My wing hurts.” He frowns and it hurts Flitz to see how small he looks.
“Yeah, you collapsed on it.”
“Found you in the kitchen. You were adamant nothing was wrong, but...here we are.”
“Sorry” Luke's bottom lip trembles.
“Hey, Lu, it's okay. Here,” he moves his hand to massage the base of his wing. “better?”
Flitz takes the satisfied sigh as an answer, so they sit like that for a while longer.
“Luke, Lu. Let's get up.” He gets a incoherent groan, and a frown off Luke, but no attempt to move. “Nevermind.”
After ten minutes of struggling with a semi-conscious Luke, he manages to bundle him into the bathtub. He ignores Luke's pleading cries as he turns the water on, shivering himself as it drips through his own feathers.
Luke pushes away weakly, trying to stand up and grabbing at Flitz's hands holding him down.
It takes a few minutes for Luke to stop fighting and relax into Flitz's chest, his wings still twitching. He turns to look at Flitz, eyes fever-bright and absent.
“Hey.” Flitz returns to scratching gently though his damp curls.
“Thank you.” Luke smiles softly, humming gently. “tha-tha's nice.”
“Lu?” He freezes; he hasn't heard Luke speak like this in a while. Had hoped he wouldn't have to have it.
“No-no. ‘m gon’ be good.” His breath hitches in his throat, and Flitz can feel the sobs rising.
“Luke, Lu. You're safe. You're home.”
He keeps protesting, giving assurances he's going to be good.
“You're safe. I promise you. You're safe.
Luke curls into his chest, tremors wracking through his body, his wings quivering.
He's still too hot, but there's nothing more that Flitz can do, so he keeps stroking through his wings, hoping for him to come back.
“Flitz?” His voice is rough and shaky. “Flitz”
“Luke?” He jumps- at least, as much as he can while someone else is lying across his chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Why are we in the shower?”
“You got real sick. Scared the hell outta me.” he lets out a shaky breath. “Don't ever do that again.”
“I was sick?” Luke furrows his brows, rubbing his head against Flitz's chest.
“Yeah. Real bad.” He sighs. “Think we can try get you out? I couldn't do it myself.”
“‘Course I'll stay. I've sat in here with you the past hour. You're not getting rid of me.”
Luke flops, face down, onto Flitz's bed, finally having escaped being dried off. His curls were still damp; there was only so much of Flitz trying to dry his hair he could take. It had taken long enough for him to get wrestled into his sweats.
“Shift over. Let me lie down.”
Luke slides over, half asleep and cute. He scrubs his face with the back of his hand before yawning across at Flitz.
They're silent for a moment before Luke shuffles closer, curling up tightly.
He gets a half coherent mumble.
“You're hogging the duvet.”
