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[gr4v3-w0rms]

How about a Snotlout mini sickfic? He needs to have someone to tuck him, someone to cuddle with, someone to feed him medicine and to make him soup (there need to be more Snotlout sickfics the girls are starving 💔)

Snotlout pouts, sniffling loudly as he curls up on the sofa. He huffs and complains until he feels Eret's palm on his shoulder.

Eret tilts Snotlout's head toward him with a gentle touch. "Open up, buddy," Eret says softly.

"Buy me dinner first," Snotlout croaks. He winces under Eret's withering glare, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.

Eret places the thermometer beneath Snotlout's tongue. "You're unbearable."

"I'm a delight," Snotlout grumbles.

"Don't try to talk, it'll mess up the reading." Eret sits on the arm of the sofa, letting Snotlout lean over until his cheek rests against his thigh. He can feel how feverish his sick roommate is through the denim of his jeans.

Eret sighs, running his fingers through Snotlout's hair. He doesn't say it out loud, but Eret thinks Snotlout looks like shit. He's simultaneously pale and flushed, with dark smudges under his eyes. His typically well maintained hair is tangled, greasy, and damp with sweat.

Eret continues his gentle ministrations until the thermometer beeps. He plucks the thermometer from Snotlout's mouth and reads it carefully. "Well, your fever went down a bit."

"Ugh. It doesn't feel like it's gone down."

"You're being dramatic," Eret says. He continues running his fingers through Snotlout's hair, not caring that the grime is coating his palm and fingers.

"I deserve to be dramatic!" Snotlout argues. "I've been sick for-" He's cut off by an ugly, wet cough that rattles his chest.

Eret quickly kneels on the floor, dragging Snotlout into a hug as he rubs the smaller man's sternum. "Hey, hey, take it easy." He feels the way Snotlout's chest spasms and hitches through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

He can't relax until Snotlout's coughing fit subsides. "Were you worried..?" Snotlout jokes when he finally catches his breath.

"You are seriously unbearable," Eret replies, pressing his forehead to Snotlout's.

[gr4v3-w0rms]

🌹 from the ( . 人 . ) fic pretty please

of course, my liege ✨✨✨ in fact, I'll give you a full paragraph

For the past half an hour, Eret's eyes have been locked onto Snotlout's round chest. Tits, his mind supplies, they're massive tits. He regrets agreeing to go to the gym with Snotlout, he should have known that his little obsession would rear its ugly head. Of course Snotlout would decide to wear a muscle tee today instead of his usual sweatshirt. Of course the shorter man would decide that the one day Eret accepts his invite would be chest day. If Eret didn't know any better, he'd say that Snotlout was toying with him.