#24snzvalentines

[mr-dark-1amao]

It's February 14 and you receive a personal invitation from Navia to meet outside Poisson for a comforting walk. She planned the entire tour and activities so that everything was perfect, but a small detail worked against her, it was the rainbow rose blooming season.

Happy Snzblr Valentine for @sneezybird!! Hope you like this and sorry for being late, but I wanted to draw her very well, sinces I wanted to draw Navia so bad when we met her on Fontaine.

Note: This headcanon is from @kaijusnz

#navia #sneeze #sneezing #snz art #snz #snzart #snz kink #sneeze art #sneeze kink #allergies #genshin impact #genshin navia #24snzvalentines #allergies season

[snz-eriya]

A Strange Feeling (D/an H/eng snzfic, H/S/R, ft. C/aelus)

me: man I think I have writer's block again

also me: *writes nearly 2k words of horn*

anyway this is a valentine's post for @mochindayo !!!!!!! ur art is so good I wanna eat it and u deserve to have the best day ever every day!!! I hope you enjoy this fic I give as tribute to your amazingness :')

Caelus pressed on the button to open his door, wearily. It wasn’t like time was very clear if one were to look out the window, given that they were in space. Time itself was a little vague on the Astral Express. Nevertheless, he had been attempting to sleep for what felt like five years. Though to his exaggeratory mind, it was probably more like a few hours. But for some reason, his mind was running wild. No thought was consistent, only one random idea after another that captivated his attention and kept rest just out of arm’s reach. Eventually he got tired of trying, and decided to walk around the ship in hopes to tire out his body.

Or his mind, hopefully. Though it never really did seem to quiet down.

He walked past March’s room, and then Dan Heng’s. Just before he was about to turn the corner, he paused. He stepped backwards until he was in front of Dan Heng’s room again. Then back a few more steps to March’s. Then back to Dan Heng’s. 

He likely would have seemed to be a lunatic in someone else’s eyes. But there was a strange feeling that he got when he walked past specifically Dan Heng’s room. An indescribable feeling. An emotion? Something that made him uneasy. Whatever it was, it made him pause. He reached a hand out, to test if the door was unlocked. It probably would be. Dan Heng’s ‘room’ was the archive, after all. And as private as he was, he didn’t really mind if someone came in without permission as long as it was for a good reason. Was feeling weird a good reason? Probably not, but who knows? Maybe Dan Heng was dying, or attacked, or something. Probably not. Unless Dan Heng refused to be loud even when dying.

Opening up the door, Caelus was relieved to see that Dan Heng was not dying. Though he expected the other to at least be asleep or something at this time(?) of night(?). But no, his fellow Nameless was up and about, at the archives, sorting through various documents and books they had collected over their journeys. Which, that was good, it wasn’t like Caelus could be bothered to remember every detail of all those wordy papers (he could barely stand to read a few sentences without getting bored) but when everyone else had already gone to bed? He could have done it earlier and avoided spending time with everyone.

Caelus had a feeling just standing there and not saying anything for an extended period of time would not give him any avoidance for creepiness, so he decided to speak up.

“Dan Heng?”

The other jumped, as if surprised by his presence. Kind of strange. The doors weren’t exactly quiet. Not a big deal though. Maybe he was just focused.

“Caelus…” Dan Heng muttered, relaxing. Maybe he was expecting an enemy too. Or for Caelus to be dying instead. In any case, he turned back to his work. “Is there something you need?”

Caelus stood for a moment. Not really. For the weird feeling to go away? But how was he supposed to describe that? “Uh… no,” he eventually replied. Dan Heng looked back at him, an eyebrow raised at his answer.

Silence stretched between them once again.

Caelus really had to stop chasing every feeling that interested him.

“Uh… so… still working? Y’know everyone else is asleep,” he finally spoke up again, the awkward energy starting to get to him.

“I could say the same to you,” Dan Heng responded coolly. It seemed like he dropped trying to figure out what Caelus was doing there, and instead turned back to the archives once more.

Caelus still felt weird. So, ignoring his own note-to-self, he approached to stare at Dan Heng’s work over his shoulder. To be honest, his eyes were so tired that the words sort of jumbled together into an incoherent mess. It was more so just to get his crew mate’s attention.

And get his attention it did. Dan Heng glanced over, turning to face Caelus again. “If you don’t need anything, why are you still here? You should be sleeping.”

“Y’know I could just… say the same thing to you, right?” Caelus replied, trying to keep an exhaustedly smug grin off his face. “You’re archiving this late? I didn’t know there was still stuff left to archive.”

“There’s always things left. Please leave me be. I have work to do,” Dan Heng requested again. Though, like he had the mind of a child, it was like being told to stop doing something just made the trailblazer want to do it more. 

“I can help, if you want. I’m sure I can handle the, uh…” He picked up a random book, squinting at its title. “Underground Encyclopedia of Plants and Fungle.”

“Fungi. You’re not a child. You know how to read,” Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. Putting a hand to his head like the interaction was giving him a headache. 

“Meh, close enough. C’mon, it’ll get done faster if we do it together.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look, I know you like it all to be perfect, but there’s gotta be some kind of autocorrect in this thing, right?”

“Please, Caelus, just leave me be.” 

Dan Heng sounded desperate, which was strange. Typically Dan Heng would act annoyed but compliant, even more so when it came to March than him. But looking in the Nameless’ glassy eyes, it seemed like he was a few seconds away from begging.

Wait, glassy eyes? Oh, fuck. Was he actually dying? Was that his dying wish? His last words?

Caelus opened his mouth to apologize for making Dan Heng’s last moments so painful, when–

“heh’GKshu!” Dan Heng quickly turned away as soon as the sneeze rang through him. And suddenly Caelus realized that he wasn’t dying. In the traditional sense, anyway.

“Oh,” he said.

“What?” Dan Heng replied, turning back like nothing had happened at all.

“Uh, you’re sick?” Caelus stated, because it was obvious. After the evidence, anyway.

“I’m not,” Dan Heng immediately denied, turning his head away with arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” Caelus’ eyes lidded disbelievingly, he had a small smirk on his face. “So why’re you still working, huh? To convince us that you’re not sick? Or to convince yourself? Because, just saying, I never would have seen you if I wasn’t already worried you were dying.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Well, I’m definitely not dying.”

“You are sick, though.”

“heH’GXkshu!” 

Dan Heng faced Caelus again after turning away to sneeze, about to protest for a second time. Caelus managed to shut it down before it started again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not sick, and the whole sneezing is just… a coincidence?” He waved his hand absently.

Dan Heng didn’t reply that time. His arguments had been effectively dismantled, and Caelus wasn’t stupid, just nonsensical most of the time.

He sighed, resting his head on an open palm, kept upright by the table. Caelus waited for a moment to see if anything more would be said, but he was met with silence. He took it as permission to carry out his plan.

He reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Dan Heng’s cheek, only to be met with his disapproving stare. “Wrong spot,” he muttered.

“Oh. Right,” Caelus recalled, moving his touch to the man’s forehead instead. He was met with a dry, hot temperature, something that he assumed was probably not good. 

He pulled back, hands on his hips. “Yeah, in my very professional opinion, you should be in bed. Not at a desk.”

“But–”

“Nuh-uh, doctor’s orders, unless you want me to get a literal doctor in here.”

“Caelus–”

“I will call Natasha!” Caelus pulled out his phone, just to make his point entirely clear.

That seemed to shake the last of Dan Heng’s resolve. His shoulders lowered like he had given up all remaining fight. “Fine.”

Caelus smiled, pleased with his victory. “Good. Now, c’mon.” He took Dan Heng’s hand and started dragging him up without another thought.

“Wh- huh? My bed’s right there,” Dan Heng looked down at his blanket and pillow cluelessly, then back up and Caelus as he continued to be pulled away.

“Yeah, that’s not really a sickbed. Or a bed. Or anything other than a poor man’s attempt,” the trailblazer replied. “You need a real bed. A Trailblazer-patented bed, at that.”

Dan Heng sighed. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The only person on this ship more stubborn than you is me.”

That was fairly accurate.

As soon as they had left Dan Heng’s room, its owner soon crumpled down into another sneeze.

“heH’IGHkshu! hih’GXKshih! hh- heh… hih-”

“Stuck?” Caelus wondered, glancing back at his companion. His expression was pained, one eye closed and the other watering. He panted, desperately waiting for the urge to take over once again, but it remained out of reach.

“Here,” the trailblazer spoke, opening the door to his room as the lights flickered on all at once. He dragged Dan Heng along with him. The result was immediate.

“hEH’KGhshu! heH’GKshih! heH- hIH’XGkhuh! huh…”

Dan Heng sighed in relief as the fit finally came to an end. He looked about fifteen shades brighter red, though whether that was from the fever or the embarrassment was anyone’s guess. Caelus, for all the satisfaction being helpful gave him, wasn’t exactly willing to let Dan Heng suffer for his weak fulfillment. 

“Now, to bed with you.” He wrapped an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, practically carrying him the rest of the way to bed.

The other man had enough energy to cooperate by the time he was being lied down, allowing Caelus to tuck him in like a child despite his protests. He had to admit that it was comfier than his own room.

Caelus let out a breath, like he was exhausted from a workout. “Okay. Now, sleep.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t do that on command.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. You almost passed out as soon as we got in here.”

Had he? He must have been more tired than he thought.

“And where will you be sleeping? Sharing a bed with me wouldn’t be smart if I’m ill.”

“Yeah, ‘if,’” Caelus rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed his thumb down towards the ground. “The floor.”

Dan Heng stared for a moment. “...The floor.”

Caelus glanced to the side, then back to his companion. “...Why are you surprised? You do it.”

That couldn’t really be argued. For some reason it just felt inhumane when it came to his friend rather than him. Though that was something he could unpack another day.

“Try not to worry about it, Dan Heng. Maybe worry about yourself, for once. The rest of us are fine.” Caelus gave him a real, genuine and caring smile, before walking off towards what was probably a closet.

It was a bit hard to tell, his vision was starting to fade away, and unconsciousness was pulling at him. It was a little embarrassing to admit how relaxed he felt, in his friend’s room rather than his own.

But it gave him a feeling of safety.

And Caelus’ feeling had gone away too, he realized as he glanced back at Dan Heng’s sleeping form. He still didn’t quite have a name for it. Maybe… a feeling that something was wrong. But not just wrong in general. Something that was wrong with someone he cared about. And that was a feeling he wanted to hold onto.

#snz #eri writes #24snzvalentines #snzblr #snzfic #h/s/r #d/an h/eng #featuring c/aelus as the world's strangest caretaker #he means well he's just mentally deranged

[casspikaeyaliker]

Today's the day! Guess I ought to post this-

HAPPY SNALENTINES DAY IG??? to @snz-eriya , who I was assigned to! You like SO MANY of my favorite characters and I struggled on who I should draw😭in the end, I went with some R/osaKae, as they are currently infecting my brain😭👍I hope you like it!

#24snzvalentines #snzblr #snz kink #g/enshin i/mpact #genshin snzpact #snz art #k/aeya #R/osaria #R/osaK/ae #ik its a bit messy #i kind of hate it #but i love these two I had to draw them😔

[sunflower-snz]

Taking Care Of Her

Valentines Event Recipient: @messysneezer

I wrote cute lil’ fic for this event, thanks to @sneezydarliing for organising it and being super awesome in sorting some issues out!

This is told from the readers POV and theres no definitive pronouns so take this how you’d like. It was written from a wlw perspective though!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

“Oh sweetheart, you really have it rough don’t you?” You murmured softly as you looked down at your wife, her eyes closed and head resting in your lap as she tried to catch up on some sleep.

She’d come down with a little something a few days earlier. You’d warned her to wear a coat, “The weatherman says it’s gonna rain baby, we don’t want you catching a chill, now do we?”. That’s what you’d said to her before leaving for work that morning but when you’d returned back, her coat was still hung in its original position on the hook, having been clearly left behind.

Of course she’d came home soaked to the bone. Now here she was, a few days later, paying the price for it. You gently brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her feverish body. The soft hum of the humidifier created a soft backdrop against the sound of her congested snores.

She was so stuffed up with this cold. Usually whenever your wife got sick, it tended to settle in her chest but this one had been all up in her head and it was making had been clearly making her miserable.

As you continued to cradle your wife's head, she stirred slightly, eyelashes fluttering open. She was so sleepy, she barely had time to react before a sudden, forceful sneeze had her head bobbing forwards, seemingly catching the both of you off guard.

“Hh..hhii’eshhiew!”

She was barely awake enough to sit up, never mind have the ability to cover so it was inevitably your exposed legs that took the brunt of the damage - of course you weren’t angry. The poor thing was too tired to realise what she’d done anyway.

“Goodness bless you darling! I guess you weren’t quite ready for that one huh?” You laughed softly, reaching over to grab a tissue from the nearby box as your wife slowly sat up and sleepily rubbed at her eyes, seemingly still processing what had just happened.

Your wife sniffled and sighed, "Everything hurts…” She mumbled pitifully, her usually chirpy voice now hoarse and sore. Not another moment passed before her breath hitched again, her eyelashes fluttering closed as she was helpless to another two sneezes, catching them in her hands and wincing as they scraped against her raw throat.

“HH-Heh’iishioo! H-Heh..Heh’kshuu!” She sniffled thickly, her face grimacing as she looked down at her hands before whining quietly again,“My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

“I know baby, I know.” You murmured softly, pulling her closer to you as you pressed a gentle, loving kiss to her warm forehead, “Here you go sweetheart, use these for me?” You asked gently, handing her the tissues you’d gotten earlier.

Your wife, still sniffling, took the tissues and nodded weakly. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. As she blew her nose, you continued to gently comfort her, your hand slipping beneath her shirt to rub her back soothingly.

After a listening to her breath stuffily for another few minutes, you had an idea, "How about a warm shower, love? It might help you feel a bit better and clear up those poor sinuses of yours.” She looked up at you with tired, grateful eyes and nodded again. With gentle support, you helped her stand and guided her towards the bathroom.

You heard her take a breath as if say something but as you glanced over your shoulder to look at her, she stood there woozily, her eyes glazed over as she lazily held a finger in the air almost as if to pause herself before she’d even started.

“IiisSShhiuew! Hh’heH’shiew!” The back of her wrist wasn’t exactly the best way to cover and you could seen the light reflect the subtle sheen she’d coated on her skin but considering you were both about to jump in the shower, it didn’t exactly matter anyway.

“Bless yo-“

“No-not hH..h fini-hh-ish- Huh-hh’Hh’ItSSHIEW!” She ducked over, bending forward at the hips as if she’d put everything into just getting that final, desperate itch out.

“You done now?” You couldn’t hold back a small laugh as she her hair fell messily in front of her eyes. She was a mess, an adorable, sniffly mess but you loved her nonetheless. She was your mess.

“Come on sweetheart,” You cooed as you came to push back several strands of hair behind her ear, making it so that she could see again and extended an offering hand, “Let’s get you into that shower, yeah?”

After helping her undress, the both stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, the steam enveloping you as you held your wife close. She leaned against you, her body feeling heavy with fatigue. You reached for the gentle shower gel, lathering it in your hands before gently massaging it onto her back, working out the tension that had built up from her illness.

The floral scent of the gel must have tickled her the wrong way though because you barely had to time to take your hands off her before she gasped and suddenly ducked to catch a rapid set of desperate sounding sneezes against her wrist.

“HhH-Huh’CHIEW! Hih’CHIEW!”

She wobbled a little and you instinctively reached out, letting your hand rest on her back to steady her. She shivered involuntarily against your touch despite the warmth of the water cascading down you both.

“Hhe-Hih- Ehhh’CHIEW!” She fanned her face rapidly, shaking her head as if to to physically chase away the tickle, “Hht... Hhh... Hht'EshhiEW! O-oh God-“

“God bless you baby!” You whispered once you were sure she’d finished, pretending not to notice her cleaning up her face a little to avoid embarrassing her further.

“Excuse me love.” She sniffled thickly before scrunching up her pink nose and groaning, her head felt like it was pounding relentlessly. Her head came to rest in the crook of your neck and you murmured sweet nothings in her ear, slowly rocking her gently, “M’sorry for being so gross.”

“Hush, don’t need to apologise for anything. We’re both in the shower. It doesn’t matter and it’s not like you can help it either.”

“I know but still.” She pouted a little, letting her shoulders finally sink down and relax. Her fever had caused her muscles to ache all day, finally it seemed she was getting some relief.

After a while, the warm water began to lose its comforting touch, signaling it was time to step out of the shower. You carefully helped your wife dry off, wrapping her in a fluffy towel before guiding her back to the bedroom. Her hair was wet and clinged to her forehead. She looked so small and vulnerable when she wasn’t feeling well. It was undoubtedly adorable.

She still seemed a bit weak, so you helped her into her pajamas, the soft fabric felt good against her sensitive skin. You watched as she yawned sleepily, her head bobbing as she fought to keep herself awake.

“Awh, you tired baby?” You teased when you noticed her eyes falling closed again.

She sniffled, nodding as she fought back another yawn, “A little, I justhh- Hh-tshu! Just can’t seem to keep my eyes open anymore…”

You chuckled softly, pulling back the covers and guiding her into bed. "Well, let's get you all tucked and settled in then. Some sleep will do you wonders darling.”

As you turned off the bedroom light, she mumbled a soft, grateful "Thank you darling.”

“You’ll feel better in the morning.” You smiled down at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as she finally let her eyes close, “I promise.”

#snz #snzkink #snzblr #snzfic #snzario #🌻 fic #f snz #f/f snzfic #snz kink #f/f snz #24snzvalentines #sickfic #sneeze kink

[glitterrosesnzz]

okay so technically it's not the 25th where I am yet- its two hours until midnight- but listen the go ahead message came in and im far too hyped to wait so-

@casspikaeyaliker i was your assigned snalentine this year!!! i returned to my roots for this one shdlfkjssdhflksjs

Venti climbed in through the window of Kaeya’s office. 

“Good afternoon, Sir Kaeya!” He said, like this was a completely normal occurrence despite Kaeya’s incredulous look. “How are you doing today?” 

“...Fine.” Kaeya slowly answered, watching as Venti closed the window behind him, readjusting his clothes as he seemingly settled in. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having Mondstadt’s number one bard in my office?” 

“Psh, nothing much, what, can’t I just visit a friend from time to time?” Venti asked, “Oh, by the way, do you usually keep your door locked?” 

“Yes, and I normally keep my window locked as well-” 

“Do you mind if I stretch a bit then?” 

Now that was a follow-up question Kaeya hadn’t been expecting. Despite the innocent look on Venti’s face when he had asked it, something about it seemed… suspicious. Still though, Kaeya thought, subtly rubbing his nose against his sleeve, it wasn’t a request that screamed danger. 

“Sure, be my guest-” Kaeya cut himself up with a startled yelp, shooting out of his seat and pressing his back against the wall to be as far away from Venti as possible as a pair of white wings suddenly emerged from the bard’s back. “Hey!” 

“What’s the matter? You’re not scared of birds, right?” Venti looked slightly smug as he shook his wings a little, various loose feathers falling to the floor as evidence that his wings had not been let out in quite a while. “Unless… well, no, surely that’s not it? Certainly the feathers cannot be bothering you at this distance… or maybe, is our dear Calvary Captain’s nose a bit more sensitive than usual today?” 

Kayea almost imperceptibly tensed. Venti should’ve been right, the feathers shouldn’t be bothering him at this distance, but… he could already feel his nose begin itching, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the allergy or- 

…Venti had a very knowing look on his face. Kaeya sighed.

“How did you know?” He asked, slumping a little, allowing a little bit of how horrible he actually felt right now to slip into his posture as he ran a finger under his nose, trying to quell the slight itch before it could evolve any further. 

“Oh, well, a mysterious red-headed bartender mentioned that one of his… informants, happened to overhear a certain knight sneezing his head off in an alleyway last night.” 

Ah. So the person he had only barely avoided running into last night had been the famed ‘Darknight Hero’. Apparently Kaeya hadn’t managed to stifle his sneezes to silence as well as he thought he had…

…His damn brother didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. 

“While that is an interesting story, that still doesn’t ex-... explain why you’re hh-here…” The tickle in Kaeya’s nose flared, and he rubbed at it a bit more harshly. Venti let out a laugh. 

“Well, it certainly won’t do to have you working while sick, would it? No, I’m here to take you home so that you can rest.” He said, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face that normally Kaeya would’ve responded to with some kind of sassy remark, but- 

“Hh-hiH’NGTsh-iu!! Heh- H’NTCh-uu!! Hh’ISHi-uu!” Ah, shoot, he hadn’t been able to stifle that last one, a small layer of frost covering the arm he had subconsciously raised to his face. The tickle still hadn’t gone away, the three sneezes simply being unsatisfactory for it, and Kaeya tried to resist the urge to just instantly sneeze again and get it over with. He failed. “H’ItCHhi-uu!! HhiH- …hH’iSShu!!

“Oh, wow.” Venti’s wings folded up and then vanished as though they were never there. “Diluc wasn’t kidding, you do sound horrible.” 

“Snf…It’s just a cold, it sounds worse than it actually is.” Kaeya said, ignoring the doubtful look Venti shot his way. “I can work through it-” 

“Kaeya, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’ve covered the entire floor around you in frost.” Venti said, pointing downwards, Kaeya following his gaze to find that he was right, the floor was now covered in a thin layer of swirling frost. “Not to mention the fact that the temperature in here dropped by at least two degrees, and it was already freezing in here when I came in. It’s a wonder that you haven’t noticed.” 

“It just doesn’t bother me that much.” Kaeya carefully stepped onto the frost, only slightly worried about slipping, trying to make his way back to his office chair. “Cryo vision and all. Like I was saying I can handle it- hH’IShh-uu!!” 

Damn. That one had snuck up on him. 

“Nu-uh, don’t think I’m falling for that one Sir Kaeya.” Venti said, “I’m going to be taking you home, whether you like it or not.” 

“But what about Jean?” 

“I got her permission earlier-” 

“Ah. Is that what the scream this morning was about? You came in through her window didn’t you-” 

“Enough talk about my choices in how to enter buildings.” Venti interrupted, “Jean says you can have the day off, so you’re. Going. Home.” 

Well. Kaeya honestly didn’t think he had the option to say no to that. 

“Isn’t this encroaching on my right to freedom?” Kaeya asked, as Venti stepped forwards to grab hold of his wrist. 

“You can be free when what you’re doing isn’t detrimental to your health.” Venti sighed, muttering something under his breath about how ‘you brothers are exactly alike’, which, Kaeya didn’t really get what he meant by that, but he figured he wasn’t exactly in the position to ask. Venti’s hand tightened around Kaeya’s wrist. “Hold on tight.” 

“You’re the one holding onto me- wait why would I need to-” Kaeya didn’t get the chance to finish his question, as a surge of anemo picked up around them, and, between one blink and the next, Kaeya found himself standing in the foyer of Dawn Winery. “This. Is not my apartment.” 

“No, but it’s still your home isn’t it?” Venti sounded way too certain when he said that, and, well, technically Kaeya couldn’t consider him wrong, but… Before he could answer, Venti’s expression suddenly shifted to a guilty one. “Ah… oops.” 

A stray feather, that must��ve been caught up in the teleportation winds, drifted down and just lightly brushed past Kaeya’s nose. But still, it was enough. 

“Hah-hH! H’NGtsh-uu!!” Kaeya freed his wrist from Venti’s grasp, quickly using his hand to stifle a sneeze. But of course, this cold of his wasn’t just going to accept that. “HihH’NtCh-uu!! Heh- hH’NGTchii!! ‘Ntch!!! Hih- hH-! H’ISHi-uu!! Hh’iTCHi-uu!!” 

“Jeez, you sound worse than you did last night.” 

Both Kaeya and Venti startled at the sound of Diluc’s voice, turning around to see him standing in the doorway. Kaeya sniffled, taking a second to rub a finger against his nose and insure that he wasn’t going to sneeze again before responding. 

“And how would you know that? I thought it was one of your, ‘informants’, that had seemingly overheard me last night.” 

Diluc almost imperceptibly stiffened, before relaxing. 

“After hearing what my informant told me, I went to check on you myself.” He said, turning to walk into the dining room. “Don’t think about it too hard. Adeline’s made your favourite soup, by the way. You should come and eat.” 

Well. Kaeya most certainly couldn’t say no to Adeline’s soup, now could he. 

#Gen/shin Imp/act #snz #snz fic #24snzvalentines #i WAS gonna do a g/aming fic but then realized i unfortunately have no idea how to write him #i might try a drabble with him in the future though sjldfkjslfks #anyways... i hope you like this!!!

[shion-yu]

Saint Valentine's Day

Snzblr Valentine for @onetrickponi featuring their OCs Tíbor and Hazel! I really hope you enjoy this and it’s in character - I’m so sorry if it’s off (I know Tíb is super grumpy here and does Tíbor drink/sleep?? Idk but he does today) or too similar to your Christmas wav, it was supposed to be a drawing but it just wasn’t working out. If I ever get happy with the drawing I’ll letcha know tho ;) Thank you so much for organizing this @sneezydarliing!

Hazel thinks Valentine's Day should be a safe holiday. All the "Saint" in the Saint Valentine part has been long since replaced with the glamours of capitalism, so she doesn't expect it'll be as rough on Tíbor as Christmas was. She's hopeful, really hopeful as she does her hair into a twisted braid and ties it at the end. It's when she emerges from the bedroom that she hears it.

“Hiit-chooo! He’unggh-CHOO!... Ehhnngch... Hnngh-SHIEW!”

Yikes. Definitely Tíbor, and definitely the same brand of breathless sneezing that he displayed around the Christmas holidays. Hazel opens the study door to find him huddled in the dark with a soaked handkerchief to his nose. The curtains are closed, but the daylight is enough that she can still see him well. He's hunched at the top of the couch with a blanket around his shoulders and he looks goddamn awful. 

“Hhi-TSHEW! Snnk. Guh. Don't you know how to knock?" Tíbor squints at her, a dirty expression on his face. 

"It's my place, freeloader," she says, crossing her arms and smirking. "Valentine's Day isn't even religious anymore. I thought Jesus would spare you this time."

"The origins of the day are still religious," Tíbor snaps back, shooting her a glare. "Don't you have somewhere to be that's not watching me sn... Snee... SnUHT’DSHhhuih!"

"Ouch,” Hazel comments.

Tíbor groans and rubs his nose which already looks raw and red. The onslaught of sneezes makes him cough roughly; Hazel can tell he's already sneezed himself half hoarse. 

"Tíb, maybe getting out of this room will help," Hazel suggests. "It's so... Cave like in here. Some fresh air might do you good."

Tíbor snorts rudely, and wetly. "Unless we're going to a Bible burning, I'll pass. I'm not exactly in the mood for other people." His nose scrunches up, his eyes squinting, and Hazel knows he's about to start again. He keeps taking shaky, sharp gasps like he's about to, but then nothing happens.

"It's better to let it out," she points out.

"Like it's my choice," Tíbor snaps. "Fuck you - HeHh’UuSHHHuh! Atchhhh...Heitt’CHIUU!"

"There you go,” Hazel says approving at the tremendous sneeze that Tíbor finally manages to release. “Doesn't that feel better?"

"Fuck you," Tíbor repeats solemnly. His eyes look swollen and Hazel feels just a touch of sympathy for him.

"You need to come up with some new comebacks," Hazel says. "Fuck you is getting really lame." She bounds off to the bathroom, where she can still hear Tíbor sneezing tremendously in the other room, poor guy. She finds a box of tissues under the sink and brings it to Tíbor, who's blowing his nose into his soaked handkerchief. "Toss that," she says distastefully. "It's not doing you any good at this point." She hands him the box of tissues, which Tíbor quickly utilizes.

“Nngxxxth! Nngu’zzetCh! Hizzz’shhiu! Ett’NGXTIU!”

"Holy shit," Hazel says. "Ah, sorry. Just shit. Plain, non-holy shit." She giggles a little despite Tíbor's look of disgust. 

"I'm glad this is funny to you," he snaps. "No really. I'm so, so... Glad... Ht'kshht!"

"Alright, that's enough," she sighs, sitting on the edge of the couch and handing him a tissue. "I'm sure you're miserable, so just relax. Do you need anything? Besides this day to be over."

Tíbor blows his nose and then coughs a few times into the tissue. He doesn't have quite the same presence to him when he's like this, Hazel thinks to herself. "Dunno,” he groans.

"Tea?" 

"...If you think it'd help."

"Tea always helps," Hazel said confidently, although she wasn't so sure how demon biology worked. Then again, tea was about comfort more than anything for humans anyways, so it should work the same. She stood to go make him some in the kitchen. "Wait here."

"Not going anywhere," Tíbor replies sarcastically. Indeed, she knows he doesn't move because she can hear him sneezing from the bedroom the entire time she brews them each a cup of black tea. When she returns Tíbor looks exhausted. "This is your fault," he accused her. "I wouldn't have to be here still if you just made up your mind."

"Fine. I wish you'd stop sneezing before your brains drip out of your nostrils, assuming you actually have a brain. That good enough?" 

"No." 

"Didn't think so. Drink up."

Tíbor manages about half the cup before he shoves it hastily in Hazel's direction. "Hazel, I'm gonna-" She barely grabs the cup away from him before he starts sneezing again.

“Hhh-hekgxt! KeTCHhhsu! ETCHhhhiu! Ha-ETCSCHEW!!"

"Gesundheit," Hazel says. 

"Thought you said tea would help," Tíbor whined, sniffling into yet another tissue. He's going through them like hot cakes.

"So finish yours," Hazel says, handing the cup back to him. "It's tea though, it's not a sedative." 

"That would be fucking amazing," Tíbor mutters. He finished the cup anyways. His eyes are drooping tiredly. 

Hazel takes the empty mug away from him and places it on the bedside table. "Have you rested at all?"

"Not really," Tíbor says. "Haven't been able to stop - nn'gshhu!! - sneezing."

"Thanks for the demonstration," Hazel smirks. "Why don't you get some sleep?" 

Tíbor yawns. "You sure that tea wasn't a sedative?" He asks, lying down on the couch. "Made me kinda sleepy." 

"It's just comforting like that," Hazel informs him. 

She stands up, ready to start her own day that doesn't involve babysitting a sneezing demon. She walks to the door, two empty mugs in hand, and is nearly gone when she hears a very small, "Thanks," from under the covers.

Hazel bites her lip and smiles. "No problem. Sleep well, Tíb."

#24snzvalentines #snzblr #snz fic #other people's ocs #snz ocs #oc: Tíbor #oc: Hazel #snz #sickfic #snez

[allergic-to-buttercups]

Valentine's Gift For Dsnzfb

Hi @dsnzfb! I was your secret snz Valentine! I wrote some P/hoenix and E/dgeworth for you, I hope you like it!

Story features: allergies, holdbacks, stuck sneezes, very very slight character-with-the-kink, and E/dgeworth being the flustered mess we know and love.

Unfortunate truth the first: M/iles E/dgeworth was allergic to cherry blossoms.

Unfortunate truth the second: he had made this -fascinating- discovery due to the limited-edition Spring In Neo Olde Tokyo Samurai & Pink Princess Scented Plushie Set, a Valentine's Day-adjacent product of which only two hundred had been manufactured and sold.

Unfortunate truth the third: he had a meeting with W/right in approximately five minutes to discuss an upcoming case the man wanted E/dgeworth's advice about, and he very much did not want his...rival? friend? Crush...to know that he had purchased such an item. Yes, he no longer deluded himself into thinking that W/right wasn't at least a bit aware that he was a closet Steel Samurai fan, but owning a -bright pink- -highly romantic- -Valentine's themed- -limited edition- plushie set wasn't something he was -quite- ready to admit to the man who stirred in him such complicated (unnecessary) feelings.

Unfortunate truth the fourth: W/right was early for the meeting, for once in the man's blasted life, and E/dgeworth had time to do nothing but shove the plushie set in the top drawer of his desk and close said drawer, desperately hoping that the teasing, tickling scent would remain trapped inside for the duration of his conversation with W/right.

W/right hadn't even finished laying out the case documents he'd brought for E/dgeworth to look over when his hope was squashed.

He can smell it. The horrible, cloying, artificial cherry blossom scent. He's not sure if it's because his desk isn't doing enough to block it out or because enough of the perfume had spread into the office air before he sealed away the offending plushie, but he can smell it.

And oh, his nose -tickles.-

When M/iles E/dgeworth is allergic to something, he's not the kind of man who sniffs delicately or has a slight cough or develops hives or anything along those lines. No, E/dgeworth's allergies manifest in one way and one way only:

Enormous, trumpeting sneezes that simply -cannot- be stifled and -cannot- be stopped.

And, of course, -always- seem to come in fits.

He needs, he realizes, to hold off the fit until W/right has left. He remembers the other man having been aware of his massive fits when they were children together, back when it was a source of humor rather than embarrassment, but he does not want his rival-friend-possibly-crush-definitely-someone-he-wants-to-impress to know that he is STILL plagued by such undignified sneezes.

It is not going to be an easy task.

The scent is everywhere, in every breath. He breathes through his mouth, and it helps not the slightest. His nose wants desperately to twitch, to hitch, and keeping his face still is a Herculean task.

Still he tries.

And tries.

But oh, he has to -sneeze-.

And then, of course, it gets worse, because he's supposed to be helping W/right with a case, so it's not like he is able to simply stay quiet throughout the meeting. Soon, W/right has finished listing out the facts of the case - as though E/dgeworth hadn't researched it beforehand, which he of course had - and is asking the prosecutor for his opinion.

"The reason my client, Mr. Blossom, is accused of the murder is because the victim, Miss Addison Shoo, recently purchased a huge bouquet of flowers from his shop, Blossom's Blossoms. She had a boyfriend, who she planned to gift the flowers to. The prosecutor - one of the Paynes, although I can't for the life of me remember which one - is going to insist that the flowers were poisoned, because the victim's cause of death was poison."

"That's patently ridiculous," E/dgeworth responds. For a moment, he's so caught up in the insanity of the Payne's accusation that he conquers the tickle, getting out a full sentence. But then, he takes in a breath to speak more, and the tickle spikes, driving deep into the back of his nose. For a moment, the sneeze feels like an inevitability, and his attempt to get out his next words without hitching is a miserable failure. "How could flah...ehhh...flowers be poisoned?"

He hopes Wright won't catch the hitch.

He hopes in vain.

"Are you all right, M/iles?" the defense attorney asks in that damnably soft, stupidly caring voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can-"

"I'm fine!" the prosecutor snaps. Do not let your voice hitch, he tells himself. Do not take in a sharp breath. Do not allow your traitorous nose to twitch. You are in control. You are -fine-.

He is not fine.

"I am merely ahh...noyed that a prosecutor in my employ could make such a..." Here he pauses, forcing another hitch back, back, desperately trying to conquer the tickle. For a moment, he emerges victorious. "Such a ridiculous accusation. The poison must have been delivered another way."

W/right looks down, eagerly shuffling through the papers, presumably looking through the record of the victim's final hours for any sort of other method by which the poison might have entered her body. E/dgeworth takes advantage of the other man's brief distraction to press a single longer, aristocratic finger underneath his nose.

For a moment, it works. For a moment, it is bliss. The tickle subsides, and E/dgeworth keeps the finger pressed where it is for one, two, three, four, five glorious seconds. Then W/right looks back up, and E/dgeworth hurriedly removes his finger and tries to act as though he was simply adjusting his cravat.

For one blessed moment, he thinks the tickle is gone.

Then that scent, that horrid -scent- invades his nostrils once more, and he knows that he is wrong. Worst, he has misjudged the situation, quite badly.

Holding his finger under his nose had only allowed the tickle to incubate. Now, when it returns, it is sharper, fiercer, a battering ram against his formerly iron defenses.

He dares not move. He dares not speak. He dares not -breathe-.

He just needs to fight this cresting wave, and then the tickle will surely, -surely- back down again. He just needs to be strong for a little longer, and he will not sneeze. He! Will! Not! Sneeze!

"Huh, wait, this is weird," W/right says, his brow furrowing as he notices an odd detail in the paperwork he is scanning. "It says here that Miss Shoo was financially unstable, having lost her job a few weeks ago and not found any new one - but according to Mr. Blossom's testimony, she purchased the most expensive bouquet in the shop."

Oh, it tickles. Oh, it -tickles-.

"Consisting entirely of rare and exotic flowers-"

Do not sneeze. Stay strong.

"like passion lilies, birds of paradise..."

"Ahhh..." Okay, that had been a hitch, but acceptable damages, W/right had been too caught up in expounding on his new theory to notice.

"....oh, and hmm, also it looks like the bouquet contained a lot of..."

No, W/right, do not say it, or I shall lose this battle! E/dgeworth thought as his nose twitches and throbs. Somehow he knows that even the word will set him off, will remind him of the scent that invades his nostrils.

"...sprigs and sprigs of fresh cherry blossoms."

"HAH'SCHUUUUUUU!" The sneeze is out of him before he can even think to stifle or hold back. His allergies are so severe that even hearing the word -cherry blossom- was enough to spark a sneeze.

W/right looks up, shocked. "Ble-" he starts to say.

"kSCHUUU! hah'SCHUUU!" Two more sneezes follow before he can even get the word out.

"M/iles, are you all right? We can postpone if you-"

The tickle is still there, but he fights, he -fights.- "No, W/right, please, it was merely a brief irritation." He is not going to sneeze any more. He is not going to reveal the allergen tucked within his drawer that he had so foolishly purchased. "Continue."

"Okay, if you're sure..." W/right doesn't look sure, and E/dgeworth does not -feel- sure, not with the tickle still battering against his nasal defenses, not without now knowing just how -wonderful- the relief of a good sneeze had felt, but onward he presses.

"Well, purchasing such an expensive bouquet surely implies that she had come into some money, somehow? And we know it wasn't a new job, at least not anything official - she was constantly active on social media, and she posted about all of her previous jobs the same day she was hired." "Heh..." E/dgeworth agrees with a hitchy nod. There's another sneeze building, and he's tempted just to let it out. He's embarrassed, true, but he'd already sneezed in front of W/right and admitted to a "slight" tickle in his nose (although "slight" is not -really- the word he would use to describe it) and so another sneeze would not seem -that- strange. And this is a devilishly tickly one.

So he'll let it out, he decides. It feels like a single, and not a particularly large one, by his standards, and it will probably go a long way towards alleviating the teasing tickle.

Only, now that he's decided that, it seems that the sneeze doesn't -want- to come out.

"Heh...ahhh..." He hitches under his breath, trying to urge it a long. Just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying everything in his power -not- to sneeze, and now the sneeze simply...won't come.

"She hah...hahh...hahhh...d a boyfriend, didn't she? Wouldn't such a bouquet make sense for a romantic gift?" He breathes in through his nose as he talks, trying to urge more of the tickly scent into his nasal passages, but the dastardly odor seems to have at last dissipated, because the sneeze remains firmly stuck.

W/right eyes him oddly, but has the good sense not to question him. That, or he's genuinely too caught up in the discussion of the case to notice. "Yes, but they'd only been officially dating for three months, and it didn't seem from Miss Shoo's posts that things were getting serious yet. And it wasn't any sort of anniversary, or his birthday, and they definitely weren't getting engaged or moving in together or anything of the sort."

Breathe in, breathe out. Tickle, tickle. Sneeze, damn you, sneeze! he tells himself. But it won't happen. It will not come. The sneeze is well and truly stuck.

"So she wasn't in a financial place to buy him a fancy bouquet with no reason..."

His nostrils flare. "Ahh...heh..." For a moment, he thinks he has it. But no, the damned thing backs away again.

"...and there -is- no obvious reason, which makes me think it has something to do with money. She had gotten some, and was planning to surprise him with the bouquet alongside the good news. It would make sense - Mr. Blossom confirmed that the boyfriend was a regular customer of his, and his social media is full of pictures of his houseplants. He was a known flower fan."

"Did Mi...did Miss...heh...ahhh...Did Miss Sha....Miss Ah....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...." Even the victim's name seems to tease him, reminding him of the sneeze he desperately wants to release from his poor, tormented nose. "Did Miss Shahh...Shaaaaahhh....Ahhh..." The tickle is poised right there on the edge, but it -just won't come out-, there's nothing he can do, he can't talk without hitching, can't -breathe- without hitching, but he just simply cannot SNEEZE!

"M/iles, please, just sneeze if you need to. You don't have to hold back on my account. I'm not grossed out or anything, I promise." "That's nahh...nahhh....not..." His voice has taken on a helpless, whining tone that he hates more than anything. "It's stah...stuck!" "Oh." The tone of W/right's voice is not pity or amusement as he had dreaded, but genuine concern, mixed with...Interest? Fascination? Between gasping breaths, E/dgeworth looks up. The defense attorney's eyes are locked on his face - no, on his desperately twitching, flaring nose. In those eyes are an intensity E/dgeworth almost never sees outside of the courtroom. The evidence leads to only one conclusion, although he cannot for the life of him figure out -why- it is so: P/hoenix W/right wants him to sneeze. And he wants to sneeze, too, now. The tickle has been teasing him for well over a minute, he cannot -breathe- without even gasping. Throwing caution to the wind, E/dgeworth flings open the drawer, freeing the awful cherry blossom-scented plushies within. A wave of faintly floral air bursts upward, and the sneeze crests at last. "KA'SCHOOO! ahhhhCHOOOO! haaaaaa....ahhh....ACHOO! KER'SCHOO! AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Well, not sneeze, but -sneezes-.- When the fit has calmed at last, the expression on P/hoenix W/right's face has moved from mere interest into something pointed and dark, filled with the promise of very, -very- interesting discoveries for a curious prosecutor to make should he pry further. In a move far more spontaneous than he is used to making, he hands the scented plushies to the defense attorney. "Happy Valentine's Day, W/right," he manages to get out before gearing up for yet another tortured, allergic sneeze. "HAH'SCHOOO!" "Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed," W/right murmurs, the case documents on the desk completely forgotten as he thoroughly examines his new acquisition. (M/iles E/dgeworth's theory about the affect his sneezes have on one P/hoenix W/right turns out to be correct, and the scented Steel Samurai and Pink Princess plushies quickly become both the bane and the blessing of his existence over the next many, many nights spent in W/right's arms. Eventually, they do manage to solve the case, finding the stub of a winning lottery ticket that had been purchased by a Miss Addison Shoo but cashed in by her boyfriend, a Mr. O. Bviousguilt. During the trial, the cherry-blossom filled bouquet becomes a key piece of evidence, much to the delight of a certain defense attorney and the frustration of a poor prosecutor who decides to support his -own- new boyfriend by watching the whole thing from the gallery, a sneezy, allergic mess throughout the trial but there to cheer P/hoenix on regardless.)

#24snzvalentines #dsnzfb #sneezefic #my sneezefic

[pumpkinheadman]

Snz fanart of Natasha Romanoff for @sunflower-snz

#@sunflower-snz #fanart #pencil drawing #pencil #mcu #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #snz fet #snzblr #sneeze art #24snzvalentines #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #artwork #cartoon art #artists on tumblr #my art #pencil sketch #pencil art #sneezeblr #sneeze kink #snz kink #snzfucker #snzzzzz

[deadlysnzs]

D/abi & Ha/wks: A day of care

This is my first time writing this kind of stuff and it's for @sneezeplease I hope you like this! I know it's really short and has many errors but, I hope you enjoy and if you want anything changed, dm me and I'll be happy to change anything!

Summary: Hawks is sick but still insisting on date night. Dabi is a softie after getting through the hard shell on the outside.

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A loud thud is heard from the front door slamming in. Tonight was a special night, one that only came once in a blue moon. One day out of every few weeks that both Dabi and Hawks have to themselves.

"You sound like shit." That brutal comment comes without warning from Dabi, seeing Hawks lean against the doorframe.

"Thanks for that astute observation." Hakws chuckles, congestion weighing heavy in his voice.

"You sound like garbage. Did you catch a cold or something?"

"N-no. It's just cold outside. Heh.. Het’chhnk! Plus is raining." Dabi just raises his eyebrows and turns back to the boxes of takeout.

"I got Chinese. Take a shower, then we can cuddle." Hawks slumps over and slugs his way to the bathroom. When he returns Dabi has the living room set up for bingeing Real Housewives. Hawks all but curls up in his lap.

Dabi looks down at him and places a hand on his forehead.

"You getting sick?" He questions, placing a hand on Hawks forehead. He can feel the heat radiating off the hero, no matter how much he denies it.

"No, I'm no-Het’chhnk!" he snuggles closer to Dabi, hiding his face in his stomach.

He pets the whiney hero's head and gently pushes him off his lap. "I'm gonna grab a thermometer, wait here."

When Dabi comes back with the thermometer and touches it to Hawks' head. It doesn't take long for it to beep with a number of 102°F (38°C).

Well, you're going to bed. You probably

He whines, "Noooo I don't wanna go to bed."

Dabi glares daggers at him. "You literally have a fever of 102°F (38°C). You're going to bed. And you're gonna like it."

He huffs and pouts.

"Noooooo. I refuse."

Dabi rolls his eyes. "You can barely stop sneezing...tell ya what. If you can hold back for for ten minutes, we can stay up and watch trashy tv. How's that sound?"

"I'll take that bet. Het’chhnk!"

"And you've already lost."

He can feel his nose twitching.

"Uh oh. doesn't look like you can hold that one back."

Shut up, I'm no..not going to sneeze."

He sniffs, trying to make it better..ultimately making it worse.

"Heh...HEEEXXXHIIEW! EEEESSSHIIEWW! EEEESHIIEW!"

Okay, you're taking Nyquil and going to bed. End of story.

Hawks begrudgingly does as he's told, dragging the purple panic attack along with him to cuddle in bed.

#24snzvalentines

[heavyeditsnz]

hiiiiii @shion-yu i was your snalentine!!! <3 ive never actually written others' OCs before but this was a fun little challenge :3 im a day late i know shhhhhhh also thank you @sneezydarliing for organizing this it was so fun!!

CWs: M/M, no snz, fevers, some fluff <3

word count: 1.13k

Most of the streets had begun to clear by the time Theo made it back home from his night job, sighing heavily as he fumbled for the house key and made his way inside. Tonight... could have gone better. Unruly bar patrons who'd had too much of the happy juice seemed to be a common theme that night, reacting negatively when finally cut off from the flow of alcohol. Watching one man be escorted out by his friends (...and the one security guard) had him praying that the end of his shift would arrive sooner rather than later, even if the sight was mildly amusing. It meant out of this bar, away from unruly drunks and back home with Al... The thought of ending the day with his partner brings him a small amount of comfort, even in spite of the man waking up in the wee hours of the morning with a spiked fever and a heavy, rattling cough that seemed to shake the both of them. It was definitely a stressful awakening, one that resulted in a call to the home nurse and a slow intravenous drip of fluids and medicines to try and knock that fever down as quickly as possible. He spent the early morning pacing while his partner stared up at him with glassy eyes bright with fever.

Thankfully enough Albert seemed to respond well to the treatment, with him no longer delirious and barely focused in reality by the time the sun began to peek over the horizon, and around seven o'clock he seemed well enough to move around and do part of his usual morning routine- wash up, flush and clean around his PEG tube, the usual things. A small sign that things would be okay for the most part, even if the fever didn't completely abate before he left. Throughout his day all Theo could think about was his partner. Was he doing okay? Of course he'd knew that Albert would try to reach him somehow if he suddenly declined, but the stressful morning still kind of had him on edge as he went about classes for the day, despite the periodic texts from Al- some times they only amounted to a single sticker or a meme or two, but the thought that he was just fine was reassuring, if only temporary. It was late in the evening and almost time for his shift at the bar when a certain text from Al got his attention, and he was admittedly relieved to see that it was just a request for some snacks. "What kind?" "Yogurt pretzels"

It's a simple request, and Theo chuckled to himself. "K. I'll bring some by"

Unfortunately he could only drop by for a moment, just long enough to hand off the desired snack to Albert before leaving for his night job. He looked-and sounded-like he'd been napping in the meantime. "Are you sure you'll be alright while I'm gone?" Theo prodded, with one foot out of the doorway. The fever had dropped considerably in the time he had been out, thank God... "Yeah. I'll shoot you a text if I need something..." That was hours ago, and now he was home, away from the chaos of the bar, back home with his beloved. He released a slow exhale as he stepped through the doorway, into the comforting (limited) light of the house. A used bowl and spoon sat in the kitchen sink, left to be tended to in the morning, and the faintest hint of the soft blue light of the TV in the hallways. Theo himself reached for a cup as he deposited his house keys onto the countertop into their usual spot and searched the fridge looking for an appealing drink. Fruit juice, punch, the lone can of soda... none of it particularly caught his eye, and he eventually settled on some ice water from the fridge's door. The house was silent. Al must have been asleep. Cup in hand, Theo tiptoed into the quiet hallway and into their shared bedroom, where the TV was on with the volume low, and Albert was already in bed- hooked up to his feeding pump for the night, quiet, unmoving, probably asleep... with the half-eaten bag of yogurt pretzels laying next to him unattended. Theo made sure to shower quickly before sliding in next to the (presumably) sleeping man, half-remembering to move the open bag of snacks away as he shuffled close to snuggle with him, being careful not to jostle his feeding tube. He'd reach out to press the back of his hand against the dozing man's cheek, feeling for any lingering warmth... He watched as Albert shifted underneath his hand; bleary green eyes slowly blinking open to gaze up at him, mumbling incoherently as he shuffled around to face his partner. "Sleep good?" Was the first response Theo could think of, and was surprised to see that it elicited a chuckle from his half-awake partner. "Good. You're still kind of warm, though. Not as bad as this morning, but still a little toasty." This time it was Al's turn to giggle at his choice of words (and Theo stealing a few of his yogurt pretzels). "Been sleeping it off most of the day," he'd mutter as his partner settled into bed next to him. He sounded better, too; with little to no evidence of that nasty cough from this morning either. "I still cleaned up a little, so..." "Thanks for that." Theo lowered his voice as he shuffled close, loosely wrapping one arm around Albert's chest while using his other hand to run his fingers through the man's curly hair. "You didn't work yourself too hard, did you?" This time Albert only shook his head, probably inching back into drowsiness. He'd carefully roll so that he was facing Theo, beaming with a drowsy smile on his face... the sight of which was enough to melt the stress and concern of Theo's night job at the bar. Nights like these were always worth it, Theo thought. "Well you look like you're feeling peachy." "You're here, why wouldn't I?"

As the TV droned on the two began to settle in for the night, with Theo finally sliding underneath the shared duvet. Aside from the lingering fever, you could barely tell that just that morning Albert was burning up and lost from reality. It was still a stressful sight, the thought of seeing his partner in that state still needling at the back of Theo's mind. But he knew Albert would eventually bounce back, no matter how long it took.

"You're not going to put those away?" A half asleep Al muttered as he glanced at the open bag of pretzels. "Maybe later. Anyone tell you you have good taste in snacks?"

#sp writes #sickfic #24snzvalentines #it's a little all over the place i know but i put ALL of my brain juice into it <3 #also al likes yogurt pretzels now i've decided /j