please, if you have the time and/or are feeling generous, please expand on that horror soulmate ran idea where he likes flexing his influence and power over you while you’re on shift….what kind of restaurant does reader work at? is the high-end kind where customers who look as rich and charming as ran come often…..or is it some regular diner/local favorite and ran likes coming over to call you sweetheart and darling and he likes tipping you $50-$100 bills………………………..he tips bigger and orders so much when he brings some work associates over during their lunch break or something 0_0
dior im so glad you ask bc I've been ruminating over these very questions for like a month....
yandere tw, ran is harassing the shit out of you at work rip, soulmate au, she/her pronouns for reader
i think you work at a really small rundown sort of place open 24 hours. pulling 12-hour shifts 12 days in a row just to pay the bills. it's pure and total chance that ran and his...associates waltz into your establishment. it's late and you're so so exhausted. you absolutely do not like the look of them. they're dressed nicely, too nicely for a place like this and they don't even bother trying to hide the guns peaking out from their waistbands. and beyond that you can smell it on them. you know their type. the type that get too handsy, that hold their tips over your head. make you do a song and dance and for what? the two dollars they'll so generously leave you when all is said and done? it's a fucking joke and you hate them all before they've even said a word to you.
your feet hurt so badly that you're limping a bit when you go to greet them and the smile you put on feels carved into your cheeks, throbbing like a wound. all their faces look the same to you. a big blur of dangerous man after man after man. you write down their orders without really listening. you want this over as fast as possible. you were set to be off in an hour, but with a group this big, you know that's now nothing but a pipe dream. god you're so so tired--
"and what is it you'd recommend, darling?"
something about the voice makes your eyes shoot up. airy, smooth, and nonchalant in a way that makes you grind your teeth and reluctantly pulls your attention. there's a nauseating sort of authority in it that has your hackles raised.
you're a bit shocked when you see who has spoken. he's pretty. long hair, obviously well kept, a tattoo on the side of his neck that makes you rather nervous, but it's his eyes that makes you step back. you feel the shift in the air when your gaze meets his, a crackling energy, two halves being made whole and all the other sappy shit people say when describing their first meeting with their soulmate.
no one mentions how scary it is, though. it's like you've lost a limb. or gained a parasite. you swear you can feel him in the back of your skull, already eating away at you. you don't want this. you don't want this. take it back you almost say aloud. please please take it back.
the man (your soulmate?) doesn't say a word. there's a slight quirk on his lips, but that could be anything. could mean anything.
you take a breath. you're tired—very tired—and now you're imagining things—delusional. your heartbeat slows. everything's fine. it's fine.
"ah ran, you've left the poor thing starstruck," a man to his right says, jostling him a bit.
the man—ran—tilts his head, still waiting, rather patiently, for a reply from his apparently airheaded waitress, struck down by his pretty face.
it's rather scary, being the sole focus of his attention. it's as though he's flaying your skin from your flesh, leaving you defenseless. like you're nothing but a young girl again, alone and cold and hopeless beneath his eyes.
it takes you too long to gather your wits. "the omelets are okay, good for a cold night." you just barely manage to keep the trembling from your voice, a shrillness that would in any way reveal your fear.
he smiles now, a real one. and it scares you. so amused by you, his little shaking waitress. "just okay?" he asks, taking pleasure in teasing you no doubt.
"this isn't a place you come to if you're looking for something gourmet." better to be honest than to get their hopes up. you can smell the money on them.
he laughs and you have to bite back your tears, you really dont like him. there's terror worming it's way beneath your skin. "it was a last resort, i'll go with the omelet, darling."
+
when you bring out their food you assume that will be it, at least for a little while. you'll refill their drinks again and again and again and pray they'll be gone by 2, but the worst of it is done. you'll hide in the back for the most part until they're gone. it'll be fine.
your hopes are quite quickly dashed once you set ran's food in front of him, avoiding eye contact but unable to keep the tremor from your fingers. before you can dart away his hand lashes out, forming a shackle around your wrist. tugging you far closer to him than you'd ever want to be.
"why don't you join us for a bit. you seem tired. perhaps you're a bit hungry too?" he asks it like a question, but you know it's not. he has that sort of authority about him that lets you know he's used to be listened to. used to giving out orders and having them followed. you don't like it, and you make excuses even though you know it'll bode badly for you.
"i can't sir, i'm so sorry, but im still working and my boss will be--"
he cuts you off quickly and uncaring. "he won't mind."
he most definitely would, you think. your boss reminds you of ran a bit, in the way that he likes to exert power over others. quick to insult you, quick to admonish and threaten. he most definitely would care if he saw you sitting with some customers, even if the rest of the place was deserted.
"sir," you start again, "i could be fired please--"
"what's his name?"
you're taken aback. a bit confused, too. "your boss, darling. what's his name?"
there's a long pause before you say anything at all.
"hikaru," you tell him at last.
he smiles at you, tugs you in even closer. "thank you."
he smells good, you think absently. expensive.
"hikaru!" he yells suddenly, causing you to practically jump out of your skin. your boss is quick to appear, looking like a beat dog. he seems to recognize ran, and he seems to be scared of him and you really, really don't like that.
"is there something i can help you with, sir?" he asks, timid as a mouse. your heart stops. there's something wrong here, you think. there's something very wrong and it's too late. its too late.
you're sitting beside ran now, his arm wrapped around you and his hand rubbing your shaking shoulder soothingly. "you wouldn't mind if she joined us, would you? we could use the company."
your boss' eyes flit over to you, just barely, before he bows his head again. "of course not, sir. it's no problem at all."
ran turns to you at that. "you hear that, darling. no problem at all." you look down and can't help but notice drops of red marring the pristine white of his dress shirt. it's right on the cuff. it's dried now, more brown than anything else but you recognize it for what it is.
you can't help but think you've stepped into a bear trap of sorts, and now your foot has been cut clean off. you’re screaming and screaming, trying to staunch the bleeding and ran won’t stop smiling.
this is my first time trying to write mess and contagion, sorry it is short im still trying to figure out how to write it
had to do it with @dr-ground-zero bbys and I oc "the weather boys" ™ (I will eventually make a post about all of them and how we created this world we have)
So enjoy Gale and Orpheus
“I'm gonna-- HITSSHEW!”
“Bless you, that one was a big!”
“Snffphrrrkrkkrrkk- ughhhh.” The darker-shaded nymph curled tighter into the auburn-haired spirit.
“You have caught a bad one, huh?” Gale had been with Orpheus a little longer than 4 years after the reincarnation, and during that time, he had seen a lot. Heck, he has done a lot, but this illness had its vice grips in Orpheus, and Gale could only do so much to ease his discomfort. Mostly, that meant catching his sneezes.
“iiiihhh-uhhhh-hahhh…uhHUHhiiiiHAhhh.” His chest started to rise and fall, slowly increasing in speed as his red-lined nose began to twitch. Gale held him tightly as he was prone to hitching and losing the sneeze at the last second. He cooed in his lover's ear softly, encouraging him.
“Let it out, or you’ll be miserable all night.”
“i-i'm tr-tryig hahh haaah!huhh” he exhaled defeated and looked up at Gale with his golden eyes pleading. No words were said, but Gale got the message, ‘help me sneeze.’
Gale chuckled and grabbed a tissue from the rapidly emptying box and placed them around his lover's nose.
The invitation was more than enough approval for him, and he surged forward into the awaiting tissues.
“hh! Hhh! 'tchht! Hah'tCHNx! Hh'tSchh! Hh'tchShh! T'chishh! Gh'tsSHh!” The nymph started to sneeze, filling the tissues, and Gale had to adjust his grip so he didn’t get the mess on his hand, not that he would complain. When the fit seemed to calm down, he abandoned the tissues, which were more like wet pieces of cardboard, and switched to the cuff of his hoodie, which he knew tended to be rougher on the nose of the other.
Orpheus caught on to this immediately as his nose started to react to the rough fabric. He tried to sniffle, but the mess of cold had already flowed from his nose onto his upper lip and down his chin. Gale's heart swelled as well as another part, and he quickly swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Aw, so messy are you, nymphy. You’re going to give me this cold, aren’t you?”
Orpheus blushed, his cheeks turning a darker shade of blue. His breathing caught in his throat.
“hsnff ib not trying it just Oh no…” they mutter softly as their breath starts hitching.
“hAHt’TSCHhh-!! hsnff- haAH’SSCHHhieww!! oh by god. hsndrff!” He sniffles rather liquidity and exhales in a soft huff. “itchy”
“Bless you,” Gale kisses their cheek. “Goodness, so messy aren’t you, you can't control that nose of yours, can you?”
“hh’Thagks. ‘mb sorry, that was… a wet ode,” they murmur sleepily, and keep sniffling thickly. “hsnrff!”
Gale responds by kissing his nose. The effect was immediate, and Orpheus took a deep inhale and gripped onto him and buried his nose into Gale’s shoulder.
❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?
Oh man, good question!
Probably for the connotation that government is corrupt on both sides, and that it's up to people to fix it/the vampires are actually not inherently evil and have QUITE the impact on government failings.
Tbh I did not realize the overall thing until answering this question, but that IS one of the connotations in story. The vampires are quite the catalyst to realizing just how evil everything truly is, and how Eris will eventually be faced with a very difficult choice; in a VERY hard way.
Again thank to @dr-ground-zero I have written a fic. this time modern Au for Penelope and Odysseus. 3k because i have no chill (i am fresh out of spoons tho don't expect anything for a bit)
Penelope works as a nurse and Odysseus is in the military
wrote a fic where ody catches the flu and Penelope takes care of him
cw MESS (not escaping the messfucker allegations) contagion
hope you enjo
“Penelope, your favorite patient is waiting in exam room three.” Said the red curly-haired receptionist as Penelope walked in.
“Mhmm,” she replied, with a curiosity as she put down her stack of the most recent case files.
“Oh, who would that be?” She spoke.
“Oh, I’m surprised you don’t know already. Odysseus is here and currently doesn’t have a nurse assigned. I wonder who should take his case?”
Penelope felt her heart skip a beat. She almost dropped all the files she had just been organizing. She tried to regain her composure and stammered out. “Oh, Odysseus is here, and he is…” She swallows the lump in her throat.
“Oh, he’s sick, but if you don’t want his case file, I can always give it to someone else.” The receptionist replied.
She practically snatched the paper out of her hands, holding it close to her chest, as if the paper itself were Odysseus.
“No, no, I am more than qualified to take this client. Let me just.” She went to the small mirror hanging on the wall. She didn’t look too bad considering that she had just done a full seven-hour shift. She undid her messy bun & ran her fingers through her hair before putting it back up into a top bun, a few strands hanging down by her face. She straightened her scrubs and uniform jacket. Lastly, she adjusted her stethoscope and practiced a few smiles in the mirror before realizing she’s keeping her number one crush waiting and just headed towards the exam room.
The layout of her small clinical office wasn’t big by any stretch of imagination, but exam room three was the farthest from the reception area. She silently cursed the receptionist for putting him so far away if he was indeed as sick as this chart was saying. How dare they make him walk that far, and she rounded the last corner. She saw the door with the big polka-dotted painted number three. She put the case file in the corresponding hanging file holder and knocked three times.
Hearing some noise from inside, she opened the door cautiously.
“Odysseus, can I come in?”
A very rough-sounding voice greeted her ears. “Yes, you could enter.”
She pushed the door open, stepping inside the fluorescent lit room before shutting it behind her. The image that greeted her eyes immediately melted her heart, melting through her body onto the floor.
Odysseus sat hunched over on the exam table, his eyes a complete sheen and glossy, his normally curly brown locks an absolute mess. He had perspiration on his forehead, yet she could tell that he was fighting back shivers. Penelope always had an eye for looking at someone and immediately knowing what was wrong, but when she looked at him, all she wanted to do was be next to him. She found herself struggling to speak. Luckily, he broke the silence first.
“Out of all the nurses, why did it have to be you to see me like this?” He said in an extremely congested and stuffy voice that after a few moments of silence, she finally found her voice again.
“Oh, darling,” she paused. The nickname just came out. She would never call someone she did not know a darling before, but in this moment, it just felt right. She cleared her throat and continued. “You look dreadful.”
If his face if not already flushed, it would have blushed a deeper red. He urgently stifled the sound, wet and productive.
“That is your Medical diagnosis that I have a case of dreadful, if so, I should take away your medical license.” He paused as his breath began to quicken. Recognizing what was about to happen, she reached into her pocket to search for a cover.
Odysseus snuffled against his hand and exhaled. “It has been doing that to me all day. I do not know why Athena decided to send me. It’s just a bad cold.”
But Penelope smiled, her voice soft and reassuring. “Your note said that you’ve had a fever for three days. Cold symptoms do not tend to last that long, you should be getting better by now. I don’t think this is a cold; I think you might have the flu.”
His eyes widened at her words, and he shook his head, which seemed to have pained him as he winced before speaking in his raspy voice. “No, I don’t have time to have the flu. I’ll be,” his voice started to catch, and his nose began to twitch.
Gripping the handkerchief, she walks a few paces over and covers for him, knowing this couldn’t end well even if he had been healthy.
The shocks and intimacy of this moment shake him out of whatever was holding him back before. He gasped deeply before sneezing into the handkerchief she held in front of his nose.
“Those were very big sneezes! Bless you!!” She rubs his nose into the cloth, blushing.
“Yeah, that’s just how I sneeze. Sorry, you didn’t need to do that.” He flushed his cheeks, turning a redder color.
“Oh, but I do. I’m here to make you all better now, aren’t I? Now I think you need a proper diagnosis, so we’ll run through this from the top.”
She grabbed the thermometer. “Come on, you know the drill, under the tongue, no talking.”
He opened his mouth and placed the thermometer under his tongue.
“Good soldier.” He made a sound of disapproval, but ended up more like a snort since he couldn’t breathe through his nose.
She took his blood pressure as she waited for the thermometer to beep and listened to his heartbeat.
The thermometer beeped, and she took it out, frowning at the red line hovering above number 100.
“Darling, you do have a fever! Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you get all better.” She rubbed his back in a comforting manner.
“But to do that, I need to run a test.”
He looked at her quizzically before his eyes sparked with understanding. He quickly covered his nose with his hands.
“No, no, I refuse. I have a right, and there’s no way you are not doing a flu test on me.”
“I need to make sure that you don’t have the flu, cause if you do, I can give you medicine! It’ll make you feel better, otherwise you’re just gonna get worse and worse.”
“No way I’m not that bad.” His breath began to quicken and hitch. “I do not have the flu. Just a bad cold.” He managed to stammer out before sneezing harshly into his hands.
“Bless you, bless you, nope, doctors' orders. We’re doing the test. I will be as gentle as I can.”
Penelope left the room, grabbing an extra box of tissues, the cheap kind that the clinic could barely afford, which would be no match for Odysseus’s nose. She came to the swabs used for the test. She carefully picked one which she hoped would be less irritating to his sensitive organ. As well as a few vials in which she would drop the test after. She gathered the supplies in her hands and slowly walked back to the exam room, her heart beating madly.
Why did he have to look so pitiful? She thought to herself. Penelope would never admit this to anyone; she could barely admit it to herself, but he looked so cute, so helpless as if everything was hard for him to do, but she could make him better. She could help him.
She shook her head, a few strands of hair coming loose, and pushed open the door. Odysseus still sat hunched over, roughly rubbing out his nose, abusing the poor thing. She sat down on her instruments in a cart next to the exam table.
He eyed them up and down, shivering, either from his fever or anticipation of what was to come. He asks his voice stuffy "Are those instruments of torture?"
She had to laugh, his voice was so congested it was barely understandable. "No, my soldier, these are things that will help you get better."
"How is sticking a Q-Tip in my nose going to help me get better?" he replied.
"Because that way, after I run the test, I’ll know if you have the flu, which I can give you antibiotics for."
He didn’t have a response to that and just wrapped his arms around himself tighter and said quietly. "I’m not going to be responsible for what happens."
Blushing, she nods in agreement. "Don’t worry, no one likes this test, and I have seen many react to this. I am sure I can handle your nose. Okay, darling, I need you to tilt your head back."
His nose looks so abused that the red coloration wasn’t just on the outside surface. It was around the edges of his nostrils, which before she even put the swab into, were flaring slightly.
She slowly inserts the swab until she feels resistance. The man beneath her gasps and grips onto the exam table, crinkling the paper. He begins to sniffle more aggressively.
She tsks at him. "Darling, you can’t do that. It’s okay, I know this is awful for everyone, just a few more seconds. I need to twist this around, okay?"
He nods at her breathlessly. She circles the inside once, twice, and on the third quickly retracts the swab and places it in the vial in her other hand.
Odysseus takes one final breath before releasing a series of wet and powerful sneezes that bend him at the waist. She finds herself catching him, so he doesn’t fall off the table.
“hHMFSHhh! zZSCHhh! Ahh…Hhz…haHh— eh’RHSCH’oo! Oh my god. hsndrff! HEE’TZSSSH’-Uhh…HEH-IHCHZSSH’oo!” he sniffles liquidly and exhales in a soft huff.
She finds her voice again. "Bless you, are you alive after that?"
He looked up at her, nose still flaring, the poor thing was more flushed after a matter of sneezes.
"No," he stammers out, his voice rough and gravely sounding. I think you broke my nose."
Her heart flips, and she smiles. "I did not break it. It's still there in one piece.” She says poking at the inflamed appendage.
That seemed to be the wrong move as he inhaled, his eyes began to panic.
"Oh, why would you do that?" He said while hitching desperately. Realizing her mistake, she grabbed a handful of tissues and pressed them to his nose. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, here just sneeze. I got you."
His breath wavers in constant agony before he is thrust forward from the power of harsh sneezes into the tissues she is holding. The flimsy tissues did little to no good for the sound or the mess that was produced. Instantly, she could feel a mess seeping through the tissues onto her hand and blushed.
“Ugh…fuhhgk…ih--iHK’SSSCH’UH!”
"Bless you," she says, "I guess that’s my fault. Sorry, I didn’t think you would sneeze just from touching it."
"I'm sorry, that was… a wet ode, did I get you?
"It’s okay, I have been sneezed on before, and from the looks of your nose, I doubt that will be the last time today. You look cold, and you keep shivering."
He sniffles back congestion, a wet gurgle sound. "Yeah, can’t seem to get warm."
She takes off her uniform jacket and drapes it over his shaking form. "This doesn’t offer much warmth, but it’s something for now."
He laughs for the first time since being in the office, a deep rattling laugh that shakes her to her core, causing her heart to quicken. She could listen to that laugh for hours.
"You’re practically asking to get this cold, not exactly the picture of health, Penelope."
She blushes before turning her back slightly to him and packing up her supplies. “Well, you look perfect to me.”
Odysseus blushed hard and a dopy smile appeared on his face. Once her supplies were packed up she told him to sit tight and she’d be back with the results in a bit. She left Odysseus to his own device, which was just giving him time to rest and get a few sneezes out that he was sure everyone could hear by now.
A few minutes later, Penelope comes back to tell him he has the flu and prescribes him some medicine, casually writing her number on the bottle, telling him to call her if things get worse, before sending him on his way.
*****TIME SKIP
A few days passed, and no words came from him. Of course, her mind wandered. He must just be resting, like I told him she thinks to herself. Her answer came in the most unlikely of places. She was charting before the clinic opened when there was a tapping at the glass. An officer stands in full uniform, peaking in the windows. She sighs, gets up, and opens the door.
“You know Hermes, there are easier ways to get someone's attention, like Oh, I don’t know, texting them! You love to brag about your 5 G phone so much.”
The blonde replied. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, just here to tell you ody has requested you.”
Her face blushes as Hermes continues, “Yeah, the poor guys got like the worst cold I have ever seen, I'm sure the barracks can’t survive another one of his sneezing fits. He keeps muttering about. I need Penelope; I need her.”
She runs inside and grabs her “in case of emergency bag” and practically falls over herself, leaving the office. She grabs his arms and pulls him to her level. “Take me to him now.”
“Geez, calm down, I'll take you.” They leave together, her mind racing. After what seems like eternity, they turn and see the barracks. He points to one near the end. “He is there. Good luck.”
She opens the sliding door, and a wave of heat hits her. These were always so bad at circulating temperature, they practically bake in the sun. A string of beds sits in front of her standard military sheets and pillows neatly folded. In the middle was where her eyes were trained. Ody sat upright. His head was in his hands. She approached, her heels echoing on the concrete floor. He looked up, and it took everything not to rush to his side.
Their skin is pale, with a slightly flushed tint around their cheeks and nose from the constant battle. Dark circles settle under their eyes like bruises of fatigue, deepened by restless, fevered sleep. Their lips are dry, parted slightly as they breathe heavily through their mouth because their nose is completely blocked. Suddenly his brows knit together in irritation as a new he begins to hitch. Their expression is one of helpless misery. He grabs the blanket and holds it to his face as he begins to sneeze.
Penelope grabbed onto a bunk bed just out of instinct at the booming sound that echoed around her. It sounded like a bomb had gone off. He looked up at her. His nose was cascading like a waterfall of syrup down to his chin, a mess reflecting off the edges of his teardrop-shaped nostrils in a glimmering line.
“Bless you, I'm surprised the barracks are still standing.”
“snnrk Sor'y—didn’ mean do you know, thad’s just how I sdeeze, wai’d, wha're you doin' here?”
He asks in a stuffy voice. She walks over and pulls up a chair, placing her bag in her lap. She reaches out and pushes his hair out of his face. His fever has gone down, she mentally notes.
“Well, a little birdie told me someone was calling my name, and so here I am to rescue my soldier.”
“snfff Oh god, did Hermes tell you thad?” He blushes and clears his throat before continuing, “I’b nod your soldier—it was jusd a nighdmare.”
“No matter what the reason, I am here now to take care of you. You have my whole undivided attention.”
“You… you sure you wand do be aroun' me? I’b nod the besd comp’ny righd now snnrf—I’b all stuffed ub, and by dose—ugh oh no not abain.”
His breath starts to waver, and this is where her resolve fades. The discomfort that crosses his face makes the butterflies in her stomach increase tenfold, and without thinking, she finds herself crawling into his bed holding him to her chest.
“My Odysseus! You poor thing, I got you.” She takes a clean handkerchief from her bag and holds it ready, cupping it over his glistening and flaring nostrils.
The strong sneezes force the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering the handkerchief in mess, the rest escaping into the air. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers.
“Sorry … thad was a lod.”
“Bless you, I don’t care, love, I love you. Through all the sniffs and sneezes, I love you.”
He blushes and blinks at her sniffling. “You do?”
She swore she could shake him. “Yes, love, hell, I left my post for you. I would leave everything. I will wait for 20 years for you. My love for you is internal!
He doesn’t say anything but pulls her and kisses her. After a few moments, he pulls back. “I love you too, through sickness and in health
She laughs. “Slow down, soldier, not marrying you …. yet.” She cuddles next to him and, for the first time in a while, she relaxes, and soon they both fall into slumber
I have no explanation other then the fact I have had the hots for Poseidon for a few days now and i had to write something.
so yeah! CW mess, contagion, mess stuff (really leaning into the messfucker in me)
sorry the ending is rushed i ran out of energy to write
The waves, he was always proud of them. The way they crested before they fell. The absolute beauty of the sea to most mortals is a thing of passing beauty, but to Poseidon, it’s his whole life. He spent his entire life devoted to the sea, so why in this moment was it trying to kill him?
As he neared the ragged granite cliffs formed many years ago by volcanic eruptions, rough and jagged to the touch, the more he dreaded the world above. Many of his brothers and sisters made fun of him for this fact for years, but there’s something so surreal and comforting about the sea. So when he paused, just a few inches below the surface, he took a deep breath and plunged forward, knowing the misery which would befall him.
The gravity is what hit him first, the agonizing pull down to the watery depths to which he had arrived. Next is the feeling of water running, but I wasn’t water. He realized after a moment that his nose was dripping and his muscles ached. He gripped onto the rough edge of the volcanic structure in front of him, dragging and scraping himself as he slowly pushed himself onto it. He felt utterly weak in the state, and while he would vow to never speak those words out loud, the fact did cross his mind, ‘He may be sick.’
The rock was warm due to the sun heating it for many hours. After a while, he reached his resting position. One arm prompted up, holding his aching head. His hair slung down behind his back, the ends floating on the sea’s surface, slowly getting movement with the tide. A few strings clung to his forehead and cascaded down over his eyes.
He felt a small tickle beginning in his head. He leans his head against the rock, his eyes beginning to reflexively close. His relentless drippy nose causes him to sniffle, a wet and very liquid sound. His nose is red, and from the looks of it, twitching, the increasing need to sneeze is becoming very immediate. His breathing starts becoming shaky and the waves begin to lap against him in a quickening fashion.
He coughs lightly, but that just causes him to draw more breath. His nostrils flare, and mess begins to drip out onto the rocks below him. At the last second, he attempts to poorly cover with his hand.
The tail end of the release is a wet, gurgly drop of mucus bursting and spraying into the air and landing upon the rocks in a thick mist. Mess decorates his face and is dripping freely onto his chest, causing a shine.
The waves have picked up around him, and the nearby docked boats sway with the surge of water. He sniffles wetly, thanking no one saw that before he hears a small voice.
“Ummm, bless you?”
The force he whips around causes another surge of water and almost capsizes the small raft, only a few feet away from his mess of hair.
The design is very simple. Logs arranged side by side and secured with crossbeams for stability. A mast is in the middle. A few baskets and nets are arranged and scattered about, and a mortal is staring up at him.
It takes everything in his power not the smash the raft right then and there, he sniffs wetly, the sound deafening to him.
“Mortal, I have killed for less. You should be careful when addressing a god.” As powerful as he tries to sound, the effect seems to be lost as his voice cracks.
The mortal who has been clenching the mast for stability as the waves are lapping replies.
“I do not think you are in any place to say, oh mighty Poseidon.”
He retorts. “Funny, you seem to know my name, but I do not recall yours?”
She laughs at him, “I wasn't born yesterday, I know you never give a god your name, but I guess if I survive the next few minutes, I will spend my life trying to convince others this was real, so what is the harm. My name is Lysandra and this is my fishing boat.”
He feels his ears redden and he sniffs back as mess threatens to run, another tickle quickly forming in his swollen nose.
“Well Lysandra.” He pauses to sniff. “As I am not a fish, I suggest you move on”. He goes to continue, but his breath catches in his throat. He turns his head, sniffling more urgently as the tickle becomes stronger with every inhale. The tides begin to pull back, and the raft she is on gets dragged closer to his torso. To add insult to injury, the mortal jumps into the water and paddles a bit to reach a rock formation and hoists herself onto it.
“I think I might be safer out of the water, didn’t know every storm was caused when you sneeze.”
He glares at her but only for a second before more wet sneezes burst through him.
Spray is shot from his nose, leaving tendrils of snot on the rocks in front of him. The spray from the string of sneezes coats the rock and glints in the morning light. He feels the shift of congestion in his head as he sniffs back. His head is full of cold, and if he doesn’t blow his nose soon, this could get bad.
The waves as a result of the fit are chaotic. They rise with a swelling force, curling at their peaks before plunging downward in a thunderous collision with the rocks. The impact sends plumes of white foam and mist into the air, the sound deep and resonant. The raft the mortal has so wisely abandoned was now nothing but a few stray log as it had been thrown onto the jagged rocks. The mast half sticking out of the water, the sail flapping in the wind.
He sighed and attempted to wipe at the mess hanging from his nose when a noise startled him and caused him to jump.
“My raft you dick!!”
The mortal Lysandra cried out, looking upon the damage with shocked eyes! “That is my whole life and you just destroyed it to pieces with a fucking sneeze. Are you kidding me?!”
Poseidon was shocked, most mortals, especially ones whose livelihood he controlled, were typically nice and devoted, but this one spoke in such a disrespectful tone, it was borderline mean. He raised his hand to silence her, but she continued
“And I know what you are going to say, ‘I am a god, I can do what I like’. That doesn't mean you can destroy someone else's property. I don't care that you have a cold.”
He felt rage building in his chest and the sky grew dark as storm clouds began to fill the area. He rose slightly out of the water. Even half out of the water, he was 10 feet taller than this mortal.
His voice boomed out, “Enough!!” he continued when the young woman shook and clutched onto the rock. “You do not speak to me that way. I will do what I like, and I do not have a cold.” The threat was lessened when he sniffled a wet, gurgle sound.
The woman replied, a little shaken but still with an air of cockiness. “Oh yeah? I can see your nose twitching from here, and I am sure that rock didn't have a shine to it a moment ago, at least cover your mouth when you sneeze.”
“Mortal..choose-”
“My name is Lysandra.” She huffed.
“Mortal, I do not have a–” his nose chose that moment to betray him. His breathing began to hitch, and mess began to leak out. Coating is upper lip and dripping down his chin.
“Fucks sake, cover you nose. You have a cold, and from the looks of it, a bad one. I would like to make it home alive.”
His breath came in short, harsh puffs of air. His nose was leaking onto his chin, and yet he still denied it. “Hhhuhh… hhhuhh… No, no, I’bm fibe.” he said, hitching.
"Uh-huh. That’s exactly what someone who isn’t fine would say."
His voice wobbles as he fights the inevitable. "I swear—huhhh… I don’t —hiyY’ESSCHHIUE-!!....hhzZZSCHHIOOO!!! Snnrgk! I’b fide. I do not deed a tisshu.”
She throws up her hands in exasperation. “Oh, good lord, you are useless.” She climbs down off her rock and carefully makes her way over to the broken raft she once called home. And began untieing the hemp ropes. Once the knots were untied, she took a few steps back and yelled out to the god. “Just use the sail as a tissue, not like I'm going to get much use out of it now.”
Poseidon felt his whole life end. How could a mortal expect a god to do something so undignified as use a sail of a boat to blow his nose? She was insane, she must be!!
He replied his voice thick with congestion. “Ib nod as bad as id soubds. I do nod need to sddee—hhuhh…Hhuhh…hhuhh… see? Nod hapbening."
But she was resilient, “I swear if you don't, I will climb up there and kick you in your nose!”
Poseidon was scared of very, very few things, but this sent a wave of fear crashing through him like the waves that lapped at his side. He felt weak, but in this moment, he had no choice. He reached down, picking up the fabric as the sneeze built. At the last second, he buried his nose in the waiting fabric.
The sneeze ripped through him. The congestion spilled out of him into the awaiting fabric. He rubbed at his aching, wet nostrils vigorously and blew a huge, squelching blow into the knit fibers, soaking the sail in thick sticky snot. He sniffed wetly and began lowering himself to be eye level with the mortal.
His face was an absolute mess. His nose was all red and dripping, leaving wet marks on the rocks. His face was flushed from embarrassment, he let a mortal see him in such a state. His voice when he spoke was thick with congestion and rough-sounding.
“You will tell no one what you saw today.”
She had to laugh. “First of bless you, and second, I am sure no one will believe me if I tell them, and third, I think you might want to go lie down, that cold does not sound done with you yet.”
Before he sank completely away from view, he muttered a quiet thank you and disappeared between the waves.
@dr-ground-zero modern Au lives in my head rent free so I made a continuation of first Christmas
It is shorter because no brain cell to write
But enjoy
CW: mess, contagion, snz
“Theo?? Theo?! Where are you?”
Telemachus says, looking at the empty bed. ‘Where could he have gone? He is still nursing the bad cold he had gotten.’ He thinks to himself. Telemachus goes downstairs looking for him.
“Theo, where did you go?” He walks by the front window and sees the unthinkable. Theo is outside playing in the snow! Telemachus almost rips the door off its hinges and runs outside.
“Theoclymenus what are you doing? Get back inside!”
“But I am feeling better, really, and the snow is so fluffy and-” His breath starts to catch.
Seizing this moment, Telemachus grabs the other's arm and pulls him back toward the door. “And you are going to catch pneumonia if you stay out here!” Theo sniffs a wet sound and follows him inside, shivering slightly.
“Okay, you need to warm up now. I’m going to start a warm bath.” Theo nods and follows him to the bathroom. Telemachus turns on the bath to the hottest temperature, and slowly the tub begins to fill.
“This isn’t necessary, I’m not that…Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Huhh hehh Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww!….cold.”
“Bless you! You may not feel cold, but you have a bad one; besides, a warm soak should help your congestion. Now get undressed.”
Blushing, Theo does as he says, the congestion shifting in his head as he bends down and he sniffs urgently. The tub finishes filling up, Telemachus adds a few drops of soap and helps his shivering boyfriend get in. He takes off his shirt but leaves his bottoms on and sits in the tub holding him. The water envelops them like a warm blanket, and Theo soon rests his head on Telemachus' chest. The only sound is Theo labored breathing and sniffles every few seconds.
“Baby, what were you thinking?” He finally asks after a few minutes.His voice as an aura of concern but still comforting. Theo nuzzles into his chest before replying.
“I wanted to see the snow.”
“You can see snow from inside; you don’t need to go touch it.” He says rubbing his back in a comforting way/
“I know, I know, it was stupid, but—h-hh—heh'tSCHHuh!—but it was so pretty and I—I wanted to...” His breathing begins to waver.
Telemachus adjusts his grip, holding onto him tightly. “I got you, hun, come on, let them out.”
“Heeehh…heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! iiiIHH’GGZSSCHOO!..oohhh, uhduther-..AAHHDZZSCHOO!!....HIIH!.. IIHTDZZSSSHHHTT!! .. fuck– snrkk. I don’t wadda be sigg anymore.”
“Goodness, those were so big, weren’t they? You okay? I have never heard you sneeze like that before.” He ignores the mess that was sprayed onto his chest and ops to squeeze his boyfriend tighter.
“Yeah, I’b okay… my dose just… snrrrk… really full. I dink you’re right, I—I don’t dink I have sneezed this buch in my whole life.”
“It's okay, I am here to catch those sneezes and cuddle you and make soup. I am going to make sure you get the TLC you deserve.”
Theo blushed and rubbed his nose. “If you keep kiss—kissi—hhhuhh'NGKTchh!—me, you’re goihg to catch this.”
“Well, the fastest way to get rid of a cold is to give it to someone else.” He said smirking a slight blush creeping on his face.
“think your—snrrrk—your mom would disagree… she is a nurse, after all... hhhUHh—oh no—hehh’GNTCHHHuh!...not agaid…” his body goes stiff, and he grips Telemachus tighter.
“Oh boy, I got you! Come on get that cold out of your head.”
“I—I’b tryihg, it’s… it’s teasi—hh-HHHuhhh…” Telemacus can see theos nose. It is flaring. The poor thing looks so red and itchy. He leans down and kisses his twitching nose. That seemed to do the trick and Theo gasped and sneezed against Telemachus chest.
“h-hh-hh.. HAH-TZSS!sss’uhh…hah!hh.. uHH!h.....tHih-.. HIHBISSSH’YAHhh! IIH’TIZZSCH’iu!!...HHHH!.. EHJZZSSHUE!!’hhhooohh by god.”
Each sneeze, more and more spray and mess land and stick onto his chest. Telemachus has to bite back a moan as the fit continues, but slowly the fit starts to taper off.
“Bless you, goodness, your poor nose!!! He grabs a towel from the rack and holds it to Theo’s nose. “Blow baby, get that cold out of your head.”
He blows into the towel his boyfriend is holding to his nose. That forces the mess that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering the towel in mess, some dripping into Telemachus hand. As he pulls the towel away he is left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip.
As soon as he finishes, the rough fabric of the towel causes a new tickle to form, and he tries to warn Telemachus.
“B–baby... the towel is makin’ me... itchy...” He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, then lifts his head with a helpless expression, flaring and dripping onto his chin. “I’m gonna... hhuhh… I’m gonna sn...sneeeze—huhh’tSCHHhhuhh!”
“Oh, okay, I got you, just sneeze, get the messy cold out of your nose.”
haAH’SSCHHhieww!! hsndrff! ….huUH’USSCHhiuu!! sdrff. He pauses but still has a wrinkled look on his face. Telemachus takes the hint. “Aw you got more?”
Theo nods breathlessly, opening one of his eyes as he pleads with him to help. He chuckles and presses another kiss to his nose.
“Oh, come on… It’s right there... I just... wait—hhuhhh… I’m gonna…Hihh…Hhh’kssSHHhh! HhHuuh..Huhh’tCHSHhh! Eiihh…eiihH’tCHSHhhuu!!”
”Bless you!” Telemachus catches the fit in his hands, blushing. Theo slumps against him, exhausted and sniffs pathetically. Finally the fit had subsided for the time being, Telemachus rubbed his shoulder soothingly and kissed the top of his head. Theo panted softly as he curled up into Telemachus’s side with a worn out expression. Telemachus’s eyes softened as he gently coaxed him to sleep.
“Mb’kay I’ll sleep’b” Theo muttered, he’d sure need it after all of that, he was hardly anywhere near getting over that cold
so ummm I love all the ideas in @dr-ground-zero epic snz sever. So I had to contribute in some way. So I made a Her/mes and C/irce fic!
CW: contagion, small description of mess and seduction mention
This is my first fic in a while I hope y'all enjoy
(Do NOT reblog to non-kink blogs, THANKS!!!!)
Hermes could do this; it was just a simple delivery, right? It doesn’t matter that his throat burned, and his eyes were running. He was a god. As he approached Circe’s Island he felt the familiar tickle and sighed deeply. Hermes, among many things, was known for his fast delivery skills. But his sneezes were the opposite. They tended to take a while leaving him in a vulnerable and weakened state. As he hovered in the air near the cliffs, he could hear the crashing waves below and the ocean breeze on his face. The salt air was not doing him any favors and after what felt like an eternity his breath hitched, and he bent forward sneezing into the open air.
“-hHIH-! -eh’IDSSHH’HOO!!”
The package almost slipped from his hands, but he quickly regained his composure and sniffed a wet and sickly sound before pressing onward. Circe's island was always so beautiful, the trees that allowed sunlight to cascade through, the jungle vines that entangled the forest floor. On any other day, Hermes would have stopped to figuratively smell the flowers but right now all he wanted to do was get back home and nurse the cold he had caught.
As he approached the castle and sniffed he vowed he would not show Circe any weakness. The goddess was known for playing with her food and the two of them had a complicated relationship. He was not up to playing any of her games today. As he crossed the threshold of the palace, the white marble floors and columns loomed over him. He marveled at them before trying to discreetly wipe his nose with his hand.
“Well looks like a little birdie got lost, I wasn’t expecting you for another week. Aw did someone miss me already?” A voice filled the room and Hermes quickly spun around before having to grab onto a column to steady himself.
The voice continued. “Falling for me so soon?” Circe stepped out from the shadows. Even by Goddess standards she was beautiful with long, golden flowing hair, which seemed to shimmer with an almost magical light. Hermes recovered quickly.
“Fall for you, ha sorry your Majesty” he bowed mockingly “Not today love just a delivery” he sniffed as the shift of his head made his nose run.
She studied him, her eyes piercing and powerful. “Darling is something the matter?” Hermes could not tell if the tone was concern or just wanted something to play with.
“I’m fine,” he said with a huff and sniff. His heart sank when she stepped closer to him. Her elegant robes flowed behind her. He turned and put the package down quickly trying to leave before the situation escalated since his nose was starting to itch.
“Well, I will just mar-" his breath caught in his throat, and he quickly cleared it. “Mark it as delivered and be-”. He paused as the tickle increased and his nose flared.
Circe, who was always so observant, took notice of his erratic breathing and smiled. Her voice was soft but hiding a hit of playfulness “Did someone catch a cold”? Hermes, who was actively hitching shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes.
“Hehh-huhh! Ah… hiiih—! -Snf-no I’m fine”.
“Darling you do not look nor sound fine.” She slowly walks over to the struggling God. “Come here like me take all your pain away” she whispered in his ear. The seduction in her voice caused Hermes to shudder and his breath caught for another reason.
She slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her head on his shoulder. He would be flustered if he didn’t need to sneeze so bad.
“W-wait, give me a sehhh- I really need to… hih! Hah-! Ugh, snff”. He was left in limbo; The tickle was so overpowering, but his nose refused to let him sneeze. His eyes watered and his nose threatened to run.
She sighed and traced a finger down his nose and the effect was immediate. He bent forward spraying the marble floor and the sound echoed off the chamber they were in.
He wished Zeus would strike him now dead instead. He activated his sandals and started to hover. “Do not bring my father into this, just let me go.” He hovered a few more inches but soon found a hand gripping his ankle holding him in the sky.
“Oh no, you are not going to fly away this time. Where would you go? Back to that drafty home of yours and catch your death. I don't think so darling. When you could stay here, and I can keep you warm.”
She pulled him down and gripped his waist pulling him closer to her. He was surprised at how easy it was for her to do so. While he wasn’t the strongest god he still was relatively built. The thought of am ‘I this weak’ crossed his mind before another issue plagued him. He needed to sneeze again.
He tried pushing her away, but the effort was futile. The goddess had wrapped herself around him holding him to her chest. “Oh, come now don’t struggle it will be more fun this way,” she said with a small laugh. Hermes really didn’t have a choice. He felt too weak to fight and his nose was flaring.
“h-HH-!.. eh’DJZZSSH’YOO!!”
He sneezed openly, freely, powerfully, all over Circe's neck and chest. He flushed so violently, he feared he might faint. He sucked in another shaky breath and let another go with the same trajectory as the first.
“hhHH!..’DZZSSH’-!!”
Circe holds him close. “.. Bl–”
“-hHIH-!” Hermes rocked against her with another, completely unprecedented, “eh’IDSSHH’HOO!”. His next gasp was deep, and he ducked his head down to sneeze wetly on her breasts.
“HEH’JZZSSSSHOOO!!”
“Bless you, didn’t Zeus teach you to cover your nose when you sneeze?”
“No,” he said sniffling weakly trying to not look at the mess he had left on her chest and dress. “He was more of a hand-off kind of parent style.”
“Well don’t worry I have lots of practice with complainers who do not know how to look after themselves you'll be safe here.”
“Why does that not make me feel better.” He said with a sheepish smile.
She kisses him softly on the nose and he recoils and sneezes harshly to the side.
“HEH’JZZSSSSHOOO! Eh…heh…. HEH’JZZSSSSHOOO!..... h-HH-!.. eh’DJZZSSH’YOO ugh don’t do that again temptress!!”
“Very well” she smiled and carried him off to bed.
@dr-ground-zero modern band au Die Hard has such a grip on me. so i wrote a short AntiEury sickfic
cw: toxic relationship and mentions of cutting and suicide
do not reblog to non kink blogs
The fluorescent light above him annoyed him to no end. The harsh rays of light literally drew light on the situation. Eury sat on the speaker of the venue with a pack of new strings and was peeling the pick guard off.
He sniffed back the congestion that threatened to flow. He twists the tuning peg but pauses when the tickle sparks more intensely.
He aborts his mission and turns to the side as his breath starts to hitch.
“Hh’aah—hH!… hih..! Hh’aieSHhhHH’YyieWw!!!”
Mess flies from his nose, littering the stage with droplets that shine in the light. The sneeze leaves him seeing spots for a moment before he straightens back up, snuffing wetly. The sneeze didn’t leave his nose feeling satisfied, but he shook his head and continued stringing.
Another few minutes pass the only sounds are the sounds of wet sniffles and the hum of the amp. He is on the third loop of the G string when his breath catches in his throat.
He sucks in a harsh breath and is thrust forward. Surprisingly, his face finds soft purchase on a cloth. He opens one eye and sees Antinous with a grin on his face, holding a red bandanna to his face. He tries to say something but is toward forward again with a harsh sneeze, filling the cloth.
“Geez, man, you're trying to sneeze a hole through the thing, Bless, or are you not done? He asked in a sarcastic tone.
Eury feels another sneeze threatening to come out, but manages to say through hitching breaths.
“Hhhuhh… hhuhh-hhhuhh… snrkkk Oh fuhh—hhuhh—fuck off, I didn’t ask for your help—HYzjSCCHhue!!!....AHh’DZzIISHhHh’iEW!!”
“Bless you again, okay, leave that shit, you need to be in bed, you are no good here if you are sneezing your brains out.”
Eury tries to argue, but another sneeze sends him forward into Antinous's side.
“hh-hh… hhuh’KSSHHhhuu!! hh’NGKTschh!—snrkkk”
“Come on, sneezy, let’s go.”
The ride back was silent except for wet sound sniffs and grunts from Eury. When they arrived at the den, Eury decided to speak up.
“So what now. You're going to pretend I don’t exist because your loyal pup is home, or what?”
Antinous sighed. “Well, for your information, that 'pup' is not home, on some trip or something. So you have me all to yourself.”
“Oh, great, so I’m your rebound. Thanks but no thanks, I can take care of—hh—aahh…! AhSCHHhyii—HIEW! Sndff myself!!”
“Wow, you must really have a bad cold. Your poor nose is all red and twitching.” He smiles and leans and whispers into his ear. “Come on, you know you want to sneeze into me, I’m softer than that paper towel you use.”
Eury whines and internally curses him, but follows him onto the couch. He wraps his arms around his torso, his legs bent to the side, and sniffs wetly.
“Aww, poor croc not feeling good, huh? Got such a bad cold.”
“Fuck off, it is just the sniffles.”
“I think it left the category of sniffles when you almost sneezed yourself off the amp. Now it is a bad cold, if not worse.”
Eury groans into him, rubbing his nose on the soft fabric of Antinous's shirt. The buzzing in his nose is sparking to life.
“snrk hnhh…. snNrk!” Eury's expression crumbled, and he quickly sneezed into the side of Antinous. “haAD’CHIEWWh!! Snrgk!!”
“Bless you, at least it wasn't my face this time.”
“Thagks. snrg”! His fingers went back to fussing under his nose, making soft, wet squelching sounds.
“Don't do that,” he says, grabbing the cloth from his jeans and hovering it in the air. “Use this, your hands are your tools, don't ruin them with your germs.”
“Oh, haha, gimmie that,” he says, grabbing the cloth and blowing his nose. Panting into the misted fabric, his mind only lingers on the two seconds of hazy relief, when-
“hUHd’ESSCHHIUE-!! -ughh, god. Snrk!”
“Bless you again, sneezy croc, fuck man, that sounded painful.”
He nuzzles into him, muttering, ‘it was’. Antinous pulls him closer and cuddles him tightly. “Don't go dying on me now, he pauses and whispers in a soft breath, “I still need you.”
Eury tenses at those words ‘I still need you’ plays on repeat, the anxiety getting louder and louder. He shakes his head, but the thoughts keep coming in faster and faster. ‘He doesn't need you; he is going to replace you. You did this. This is your fault; he is going to leave because of you!!’
He shoots up from the position, the speed makes his head spin, but he grips the back of the couch and shouts.
“Oh, you need me, really? Because last time I checked, you didn't. I don't know what kind of sick game you are playing, but I’m over it.” He pauses to cough and sniff. “I don't want to be your plaything, just another one of your pawns in the game of chess you play. I like you, hell, I would even say I love you, but you and this,” he motions toward where Telemachus' room “keeps fucking it up. Do you know what I felt like coming back?
Before giving him a chance to explain, he continues. “It was the most embarrassing feeling. To be vulnerable for once and... you went and replaced me when I needed you most.” He pants but ends in a whisper, “fuck man, I almost killed myself and you replace me just like that, what else do you want from me?”
Antonius stares at him in wonder for a moment before he grabs his waist and pulls him in. Eury ends up straddling his legs. He tries to fight back, but Antonius grabs both of his wrists and holds them up. He rubs his thumbs over the healing scars and leans down to place a kiss on his wrist. “I do love you, and I do need you. I am not playing any game,” he whispers while placing kisses on his hand.
“I never meant to make you feel this way and to prove it.” He pulls the back of his head closer and kisses him. He leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against Eury—gentle, careful, warm. Eury melted into it, sniffling through the kiss, his hand curling weakly into Antonius's hoodie. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t cinematic. But it was real, and it was theirs.
The kiss ended abundantly, Eury giving a congested laugh, then groaning. “Well, you are so fucked.”
Antonius leaned in, voice low and teasing. “I know. I’m already in the splash zone.”
Eury tried to protest, but his breath hitched.
“haAD’CHIEWWh!! Snrgk!!” He barely managed to turn away in time. Antonius handed him a tissue, unfazed, then waited until Eury had blown his nose and flopped back against the cushions with a dramatic sigh.
“Bless you, lil croc.”
A few hours later, the two were cuddling in bed with a box of tissues beside them. Antinous was scrolling on his phone looking at the latest video of the bands when he heard sniffles next to him. Knowing what comes next he plucks a few tissues from the box and holds them over Eury's nose. As of on command he began to hitch.
“Bless you, those where big, are you done?” he asks, afraid to move the tissue.
“Yeah i’mb done.” He says snuffling into his tissue covered hand.
“You sound so stuffed up,” he adjusts the tissues and cups it around his nose. “Come on croc, that the shit out of your head.”
He gives a damp, clearing blow, strong enough to shift the pressure in his ears. He’s forced to breathe through his mouth as he crumples up the Kleenex and tosses them to the side.
“I’m going to go through the whole box by noon, at this point,” he says, flopping back onto his soft pillows. He rubs his knuckles against his itchy nose. “Hey, that is for me to worry about; you just focus on resting. I will take care of everything else.” he says, placing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose.
Eury recoils and scrunches up his nose. “Hey be careful…I’m gonna... hhuhh… I’m gonna sn...sneeeze…USSHIEWW!! hiH-! huUDZ’EEISSCHHIUHh!!! ….snnnrgk~ …snrgk!!”
Antinous chuckles. “Jeez you were not kidding, your nose is so sensitive, baby, all I did was kiss it. “
“Yeah well it felt like sandpaper.” he says sniffling crossing his arms with a pout.
“Really my lips feel like sandpaper you sure?” he says leaning down and kissing his neck. Eury blushes which is hidden under the flush of his fever. He moans and leans into Antinous
“Hey stop it, I'm still mad at you.”
Antinous sighs. “I know,w but I don't want you to be. I said, I'm sorry, what else do I need to do.”
Eury turns to face him, his nose dripping and all red. “Don’t know if anyone ever told you this but actions speak louder than words fuckface. Just hold me for now.” he sniffs wetly and curls into Antinous side.
“I am not planning on letting you go. I’m going to take care of you and that awful tickly cold.”
“Ugh don't remind me. I’m trying not to sneeze my nose off here.”
“I don’t think you have any control over that, the poor thing looks so irritated and itchy.”
Eury rubs at his nose with the back of his wrist. “Hey don’t you even dare.”
Antinous smiles and grabs a few tissues. “What say how awful his cold must be. All stuck in that head begging to come out.” Eury breath quickens and he narrows his eyes at Antinous.
“I will sneeze on you don’t test me.”
“As if you haven’t done it before, beside it looks like you need to. Your nose is all red and twitching.”
Antinous felt each damp blast spray his face, his expression shifting from a grimace to sympathy as eury pulled back with a miserable sounding sniffle. “You’re such a messy little thing lil croc but I guess I asked for that. Your nose feel better after that performance?”
“Ugh dont call it that. sdnffffk! i ndeed tissues.” He cups the tissue around his red nose and instructs him to blow. “Bless you by the way, Antinous says smiling.
“haAH’SSCHHhieww!! oh by god. *hsndrff! Ugh I hate you.”
