#kaze writes: zolf and wilde

[empresskaze]

Sicktember Day 2: Homesick

I didn't have a lot of ideas for this so using Zolf and Wilde. For anyone browsing the sicktember tags, these two are from the actual play podcast Ru/sty Qu/ill Gam/ing (it's amazing).

Takes place before epilogue 3, mentions of canon character death. More longing then sick/whump.

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Barely two days had passed but weight of boredom already had its long spindly fingers firmly grasped around Wilde.

The first day hadn't been too terrible as he’d kept himself busy, cleaning up after the previous days guests had left, working through the list Zolf gave him. He'd managed a few hours working on his latest manuscript. However, today all the words which had come so easily fell flat.

Without Zolf's unwanted critique and eye rolls at his ideas, writing was never as fun. With his partner away, Wilde had taken a peak at Zolf’s current work in progress, reading Jennifer's latest indulgence chased away a few hours.

Now though, knowing Zolf would be in Iceland, seeing Cel, saying goodbye to Barnes, a melancholy set in. He'd strolled down to the shore to watch the sun begin to set wishing he'd been able to accompany Zolf, but someone needed to stay at the tavern.

18 months...

18 months, he, Zolf, Barnes and Carter had worked furiously to save the world not knowing if anything would come from it.

Back in those days, not seeing Zolf for days, sometimes weeks, he'd never bat an eyelash at. Too much going on. They both knew the risks. Even with Shion, especially Shion. After he'd read Sasha's letter, that pain he'd pushed away so he could focus on the party returning, never forgetting none of them might make it back to hear her last words themselves.

Thankfully they had. And they'd won in the end.

And Zolf left again.

This still felt different. He understood Zolf needing time, telling him the room would always be waiting.

Now, that yearning of missing his partner set in. Wilde missed Zolf barking at him to leave the kitchen, rolling around him as he brought out the food for their guests, his hearty laugh which always made Wilde smile.

The tavern sat quiet.

The sun began sinking behind the water, melting into the horizon. Wilde hiked his coat up, sighed heavily and headed back to the quiet he now loathed. He was home but without his partner it didn't feel like it.

#sicktember #sicktember 2022 #sicktember day 2 #kaze writes: rqg #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #kaze writes: drabbles #loneliness #homesick

[empresskaze]

🎋❣️ for zoscar? ;)

The noise I made when I saw this prompt

allergies 🎋

soft kisses ❣️

Set around epilogue 2

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Wilde leaned forward, digging with the small trowel in the garden. In the years following the loss of magic, Wilde had come to terms with it quite easily given his issues before hand. What he could not handle was weeds; especially not ones in Zolf's flower garden.

"Come here...you bugger..." Wilde dug the sharper end of the tool into the root, finally dislodging it. "Aha!" He held the stubborn weed up to show Zolf.

"Only took your five bloody minutes." He said smirking from his chair.

"This had to have..." Wilde ran his arm over his forehead, pushing the sunhat up a bit, "Residual magic left over. This root system isn't of this plane."

Zolf heavily rolled his eyes. "Relax a moment."

Wilde wasn't going to disagree. As he leaned back, arching his back, his breath hitched. Wilde's hand shot to his face, pinching his nose. He stifled two itchy sneezes before rubbing his nose against the back of his hand.

"Pollen gettin to ya?" Zolf asked as Wilde sat down next to him.

"A bit." Wilde sighed dramatically. "I don't recall ever having allergies before we moved here."

Zolf scoffed, "You just hid them well."

"I beg your pardon, Mr Smith." Wilde's pressed his hand against his chest looking absolutely aghast at the notion.

"You also got a bit a dirt right there." Zolf lazily pointed at Wilde's face.

"Where?" Wilde rubbed in the general area Zolf had pointed. When he turned back, his life partner was directly in his face.

"There." Zolf said kissing Wilde's nose.

#I LOVE THEM #thank you for this! #notably-evitable #kaze writes: fanfiction #kaze writes: rqg #r/q/g #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #kaze answers #allergies #allergy fic

[empresskaze]

I love this prompt list and I’m sorry you’re feeling down! Hugs for you if you would like them. Could I request 💤🦠😪 for zoscar?

I don't know if this was the same anon or two with incredible taste XD so clumping together now that I CAN FINALLY WRITE SICK WILDE

sniffles 😪

sneezes 🤧

sleepy 💤

colds 🦠

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"Zolf?" Wilde rasped as he rubbed his badly chapped nose against a handkerchief.

"Coming, just gimme a second." The dwarf called from the hallway.

"Zolllllllllf." Wilde whined laying one arm over his head as he rolled onto his side.

"Damnit Oscar, could you not be annoying for 5 seconds?"

"No."

Wilde heard a frustrated sigh then the sound of wheels rolling on the floor.

"What?" Zolf positioned himself in the door, "I thought you were sleeping."

"Can't." Wilde sniffled hard, his face slacked briefly before he sneezed twice. "As you can see I'm suffering."

Zolf rolled his eyes, "It's a cold, stop bein' dramatic."

"Me? Dramatic?" Wilde's watery eyes saddened as his frowned. "When?" He couldn't hold it as the end of his lip twitched up.

"What was I thinking?" Zolf shook his head and wheeled himself into the room. He couldn't deny Wilde looked paler than he had earlier. "Come 'ere." He whispered pushing himself as close to the bed as he could.

Wilde shuffled over, his eyes droopy as Zolf laid a hand against his forehead. The sensation felt nice but almost immediately he pivoted away, a sharp inhale signaling another wet congested sneeze. Sniffling he groaned, laying on his back.

"Well you don't feel warm, that's good. You look terrible though." Zolf replied.

"Glad to see your bedside manner is still impeccable." Wilde croaked.

"W-well y-you do!" Zolf stammered fiddling with his hands. "Look, what can I do to help you relax so you can..." He paused as Wilde's airy breath hitched again and be covered another sneeze. "Hopefully sleep. The gods know you need it."

"Read a Campbell, don't care which. Well one of the early ones." Wilde added as he closed his eyes.

Zolf smiled, "Ah good choice." Grabbing one of the shelf he read until his partner finally fell asleep.

#sorry it's short #I'll write more of them when I get more time #because I love them #but wanted to get those to anons done #anon asks #kaze answers #kaze writes: drabbles #kaze writes: rqg #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #sick fic #snez fic #sneeze fic #kaze writes: fanfiction

[empresskaze]

Hey look I wrote something...for a niche fandom but with a popular ship so hey! And it's not a drabble!

#rqg #rqg fanfic #zoscar #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #sick fic #hurt/comfort #kaze writes: fanfiction #rqg epilogue

[empresskaze]

🌹 for W/ilde or Z/olf? If you're still taking prompts ;)

I am and sorry this took so long!

🌹- allergies

This is set during the 18 mon time skip.

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The fourth time Zolf heard Wilde sneeze, he finally put down the Campbell and headed toward the office.

Wilde’s head was still half down from the previous one, his gaze met Zolf's with weary as the dwarf walked in. "Don't."

"Not happening. What's up with you today?" Zolf rested his hands on the desk leaning forward hoping to get a better look at Wilde.

Wilde sighed, wiping a tear which began running down his face. It was only then Zolf noticed how red, watery and puffy Wilde's always tired eyes looked.

"Oh...I didn't know you had allergies." He said.

Wilde scoffed, "I don't...but," He added seeing the look Zolf was giving him, "Apparently the incense the innkeeper lit today is affecting me." The last part was rushed as Wilde's breath hitched. Head bopping again, Wilde managed to stifle this one before sniffling hard.

"Right then, I'll open some windows and get better air in...not too much. I won't let any rain in. Maybe...go outside for a bit, clear your head."

Wilde nodded while rubbing his eyes again, another hard sniffle. "I can't concentrate anyways." He pushed up, walking past Zolf toward the side entrance. Another itchy wet sneeze shook him as he headed outside.

After airing out the room, Zolf joined Wilde under the awning of inn. "Feelin' better?" He asked taking a place next to Wilde.

Wilde shrugged, "A bit." He sniffled again. "Eyes don't hurt as much."

"Next time if something is bothering you, maybe leave, I dunno, remove yourself from it." Zolf said as Wilde stifled another sneeze.

"We need Carter at times though." Wilde said flatly though a hint of a smirk flinched on Wilde's face momentarily causing Zolf to smile.

#anon asks #kaze answers #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #kaze writes: drabbles #kaze writes: rqg #sneezing #allergies

[empresskaze]

Sicktember Day 9: I'm Not Sick

This prompt screams Japan arc Wilde, so here we go. Spoilers for post AR RQG. I tried writing it open enough that if you're not familiar with the characters and story you can still enjoy it.

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The first time Zolf had asked Wilde how he was he'd gotten the automatic, "Fine." without Wilde even bothering to look up. As expected, the man was an ass.

The second time Zolf had asked he got a look followed by a "Fine. Stop asking" to which led to a hard eye roll by Zolf.

This time though, no amount of lying, ignoring or coldness from the former illusionist could hide the fact, Wilde definitely wasn't fine. In his defense, Wilde hadn't been fine in over a year but Zolf had gotten used to his colleagues tells even if no one else saw them. Barnes had suspicions though, but had his hands full with Carter.

Zolf walked into Wilde's office, smacking his hands onto the desk as Wilde continued writing. "Wilde." He said staring daggers at him.

"Would it kill you to knock, Zolf? I'm busy." Wilde said face purposely hidden under his hat.

"Look at me." Zolf's tone was hard, perhaps a bit too hard which made him curse silently.

Sighing, Wilde finally glanced up but his placid stare went passed Zolf. The dark bags under the eyes, Zolf was used too. Even with Wilde able to sleep, they never seemed to lessen, forever etched into Wilde's still at times handsome face; a face that had seen betrayal first hand. The face ravaged by a grotesque scar permanently altering a once bright smile. Not that Wilde smiled much anymore anyways. The fact Zolf could see a lines of perspiration running down Wilde's hairline cemented his concerns.

"Take a break. You look like death."

Wilde scoffed, "Normal day then?" He went back to writing.

Zolf bit his bottom lip. "Wilde, look..."

"I'm fine, Zolf." Wilde snapped finally making eye contact with the dwarf. "Now why don't you go make yourself useful or sod off."

Zolf threw his hands in the air and stomped off, angrily sliding the shoji closed. "By the gods, you won't be happy until you're dead."

The innkeeper quickly vacated the kitchen when he saw the livid dwarf approaching. Even if he didn't understand either of the people whom taken over his inn, an argument was still an argument in any language.

Roughly an hour later, Zolf stood once again in Wilde's doorway, arms crossed staring intently at the man. Wilde did not acknowledge him.

"Do you have to be such a stubborn fool?" Zolf finally asked. "I'm a cleric for god sake, I can tell your..."

"I'm not sick, Zolf." Wilde cut him off sharply. Zolf scoffed.

"Oh really? So you're the cleric now?" He asked walking forward. "When was the last time you ate or slept?"

Wilde sighed and rubbed his head with his free hand then motioned to the mostly eaten food Zolf had given him yesterday.

"Wilde, you're no good to this fight if you're dead." Zolf said forcing his tone to soften.

Wilde remembered Grizzop saying something similar back in Damascus, that felt so long ago. Wilde's shoulders heaved another sigh. "What do you suggest then? A vacation? Leave all this? Forget the world is nearly lost just so I can get nap?" Wilde's pale face glistened with sweat.

"I...eh...no of course not!" Zolf replied, "I'm not saying..." He paused closing his eyes momentarily. "Wilde, I know better than anyone how hard you've been working. How dedicated you are to all..." He gestured around, "this. But I see how it wears on you, I see how exhausted you are. I...I can’t heal you...you know that." Zolf's tone lowered.

Wilde ran a hand over his face. Zolf wasn't wrong. Even he could feel the heat radiating off him. "I know." Damn anklets.

"Running yourself into the ground won't help anyone. It won't bring anymore answers to the weather or that weird island or whatever else you have banging around in your head."

Wilde finally put his pen down. "Fine, I will..." He pinched his eyes, ignoring the growing headache, "take five, if you promise to leave me alone after."

"No but you knew that already." Zolf said as Wilde stood. Well tried too at least, he swayed catching himself on the edge of the desk.

Zolf was already next to him, the height difference made supporting Wilde extremely difficult but thankfully being basically a waif meant less weight to steady. "You're burning up."

"Very perceptive of you." He'd tried for sassy but knew he wasn't in the head space for it. Wilde didn't argue when Zolf led them both to a bedroom.

"Sit." Zolf said then left room, again Wilde didn't fight. The cushion already felt a hundred times better than the hard chair he'd barely left in two days.

A wave of full exhaustion slapped him enough Wilde finally laid down. Zolf returned with a basin of water and a towel. With his hat removed the effects of his fever showed more predominantly as his hair curled around the edges of his face from the dampness.

"Definitely look like death." Zolf said as he rinsed the towel then laid it gently on Wilde's forehead. Wilde couldn't stop his eyes from fluttering closed.

Maybe Zolf had been right, maybe he had needed rest. He heard the sound of Zolf's footsteps heading toward the door.

"Thank you Zolf." Wilde whispered. The dwarf didn't reply but Wilde easily pictured the look on his face.

#sicktember2021 #sicktember #kaze writes: drabbles #kaze writes: rqg #kaze writes: zolf and wilde #sick fic #fever #fever fic #rqg