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Bouquet - Viktor Snz Fic (Ja/yvik)

Anon requested Allergic Viktor with Ja/yvik and I had a blast writing this real fast! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope you like it 💕

Set in an AU where Jayce and Viktor are already together and everything is happy and nothing hurts.

Notes: Jasha is (if my research is correct) a petname for Jayce in Russian. And Vitya would be the petname for Viktor. Solnishko is a petname meaning sunshine or little sun.

I hope you enjoy!

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Viktor opened his door to let Jayce inside for their date and couldn't contain his laughter as he was met with a bouquet that Jayce's large upper body was completely hidden behind. Viktor could only just see Jayce's pout, good natured though it was, at Viktor's response.

“You brought me flowers? You are ridiculous, solnishko (sunshine),” he said still laughing softly. “What am I going to do with these?” He asked rhetorically, voice exasperated but warm with affection. 

“They just look and smell nice. And it's supposed to be romantic,” he complained playfully.

“Pilties,” Viktor responded with a roll of his eyes and then he beckoned Jayce inside. And Jayce laughed at the familiar response to many things in Piltover that he thought were ridiculous. Jayce shifted the bouquet to one hand so he could gently cradle Viktor's face with the other and kiss him in a slow lingering greeting. 

Viktor savored Jayce's kiss but he was grateful when he pulled back as he felt a faint tickle in his nose, not an uncommon occurrence, and he didn't want to sneeze on his partner. “Snf. Go set those somewhere. I'm making us suh-some tea.”

Jayce perked up at the mention of tea. Viktor had shared a tea only found in the undercity that he enjoyed and surprisingly Jayce had loved it as well. So now whenever the weather was cool and they spent the evening at Viktor's apartment he made them tea.

He stepped into the kitchen, making the tea on autopilot, as he rubbed at his nose trying to get rid of the itch. And then finally he couldn’t fight the inevitable any longer and he turned his face into his raised elbow. 

“Huhhh’Isshhuh..hh’IZSShhuh…snf..” He rubbed his nose and then gathered two mugs in one hand, his cane in the other, as he made his way to join Jayce on the couch. Jayce knew better than to offer to help when he obviously didn't need it right now.

“Bless you,” he said as he took his mug eagerly from Viktor's hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured to be polite but his attention was on his nose that was feeling annoyingly itchy. He rubbed the underside with his index and middle finger. 

“Hhh..Hh’GSHHxt..ngh.” he sneezed over his fingers, only partially stifling it.

“Bless,” Jayce said as he gave Viktor a once over searching for signs of illness, that Viktor tolerated with only a raised brow.

“I feel fine. My nose is just…juh..hhhh’IGSHhhh…snf just sensitive tonight,” he reassured, responding to Jayce’s unasked question. 

“Alright,” Jayce said with a little relieved smile and Viktor appreciated the show of trust. “Since that's the case,” and then Jayce's left hand was cradling his cheek while another gripped his hip as he leaned to kiss Viktor deep and slow.

Viktor tangled both his hands in Jayce’s hair as he moaned into his mouth. But all too soon the tickle spiked and he jerked away from Jayce’s lips with a sharp inhale. Whipping his elbow up to hover just below his nose.

“Suh-sorry. Have to.. have to sneeze-GZSSHoo…hhh’IKSSHht..snfSnf.” he wriggled his nose trying to get rid of the lingering urge to sneeze. “Pardon me, zolotse (darling).”

“Bless you, Vik. It's alright.” He stroked some hair out of Viktor's face. “Something been bothering you?” Viktor certainly has enough allergies to warrant the question but he's mostly allergic to artificial scents and none of his natural allergens are in season currently.

“No, no, I've been fine,” he said a little bewildered. “You didn't get a new soap did you?” He feels compelled to ask.

“No nothing new,” Jayce assures with a shake of his head. 

“Hm, odd. Perhaps its just a…hah..a random tickle. snf.” 

“Certainly a persistent one,” Jayce offered non-committally. He pulled a red handkerchief monogrammed with the Talis hammer and offered it to Viktor. Viktor grabbed it and Jayce used their joint hands to bring Viktor's fingers to his lips before he let him go. Viktor blushed and grinned at the ridiculous gesture.

Viktor muttered his thanks as he brought the kerchief to his nose. He tried to massage at his trembling nostrils through the fabric but he still felt his breath catch.

“Huhhh…hh'hh'ISSHmphh…hh'huh’IGSSHmphh…Snffff…” he let out a frustrated sigh at the distraction from their time together. He mopped at his face and blew his nose, grimacing as the kerchief grew damp.

Jayce brushed his hair out of his face again. “Bless you.”

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement but he was already struggling not to sneeze again. “Hh…huh’Hhh?...” Jayce set down his tea and grabbed some tissues from a nearby table. He pressed them into Viktor’s hands, trading out the used kerchief, and Viktor nodded in gratitude. His eyes were beginning to look pink around the edges and a few itchy tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, something is definitely setting you off,” He grimaced guiltily as he realized, “Must be something in the bouquet.”

“Hihhh…Hh’hh-IGZSHHoo…ESHHHxkt…Hhh’Ishh-Issh-IESSHHuhh…oh mby god…” he groaned before blowing his nose into the tissues to try to get some momentary relief. “I’ve never had an issue with fluh-flowers before..hhh’ISSHxt…nghh…” He complained grumpily as he wiped at his nose with the quickly failing bunch of tissues. Jayce passed him the tissue box and got up to dispose of the flowers.

“Sorry, love. Looks like you were right about flowers being a bad idea afterall,” he said with a guilty smile.

Viktor smiled back softly, “It was a sweet thought, Jasha. Hhh’GSSHHuhh..SNF…”

Jayce’s smile brightened knowing he was forgiven and he walked to the balcony and tossed the flowers down to the street. At Viktor’s laugh of disbelief at the casual action, Jayce defended lightheartedly, “Well someone might stumble upon it and enjoy that way instead of putting down the trash shoot.”

“Ridiculous man. Come here, solnishko.” He beckoned Jayce back to the couch and Jayce trotted over like a happy puppy.

Jayce immediately draped himself over Viktor’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He pressed a kiss to Viktor’s cheek but pulled back when Viktor’s breath caught, shoulders hiking as he tensed in preparation bringing a fresh tissue to his nose.

“Hhh’GSSHHuhh…Hehh’ISSH-IXSHHkt-Hh’Hih’IGDSSHooo…SNFSnf…Snfff…Pardon me,” he murmured, ears tinged pink with embarrassment at his nasal outburst.

“Bless you, Vitya,” he murmured not phased in the slightest and immediately leaning in to kiss his cheek and nuzzle one lightly flushed ear. The flush only got worse as Jayce used his favorite petname, used sparingly so it always effected Viktor, giving him a ridiculous fluttery feeling in his belly.

“Thank you, solnishko,” he murmured back and then pulled him into a kiss without interruption.

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Actually Adorable

The one in which Jon and Martin both discover something new about each other.

feat. martin with kitten allergies, and snzs~ not actually one of my main t/ma snz bois, but he's absolutely precious to me, and i got a request, so I hope this is enjoyable!

(warning: there is talk of wheezing in this, it's pretty light and nothing super heavy, but just be aware of that incase you don't like that sort of thing)

Characters: Martin, Jon, Tim Word Count: 4k (so much for 'small drabbles')

He’d normally avoid the alley, but being as late as he is, Martin finds himself with no choice. It’s not as if it’s a particularly bad part of town. In fact, while the institute doesn’t get much respect, everything around it always seemed to be well kept. At least, everything outside of the archive, that is. Still, ducking through the alleys of London isn’t exactly Martin’s idea of a safe commute. 

The city’s background ambience dulls in the quiet street, Martin finding himself humming slightly just to fill the gap. It’s a fast walk, cutting nearly ten minutes off his commute. Again, normally that wouldn’t be worth much, but being already nearly twenty minutes late, he’ll take what he can get. 

“Jon’s going to kill me…” he hums to himself. It’s not as if anyone’s around to hear him singing about his death in an alley behind the institute. It’s okay to lighten the mood a bit before his imminent demise. 

A sudden, yet oddly soft noise knocks him from this spiral of thought. He barely manages to catch the scream that starts, smothering it into a strangled noise of pure panic. Martin scans the alley, heart beating into his throat. It takes him a minute to locate the source of the sound, and the sight that greets him is enough to leave him speechless. 

There, in the corner of the alley, crouching beside a few abandoned boxes, is Jon. As in Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the magnus institute, his boss. In an alley. Crouching. 

“J- Jon..?” Martin whispers, almost hoping he isn’t heard. The wish is, albeit self-fullingly, granted. Jon doesn’t look up, still entirely focused on whatever task has brought him here. His hand is reaching out behind the boxes, and Martin can’t seem to make out what he’s doing. 

Martin finds himself standing there for almost too long, debating what to do. Okay, there’s a few ways this could go. Option one; he can go back the way he came and take the extra nearly twenty minutes it’ll take to get all the way back, and just hope Jon’s too busy to notice. No, Jon will definitely be back inside by then and he’ll be screwed. 

Okay so option two; shuffle past Jon as fast as humanly possible, and hope Jon doesn’t see him. Except what if he does, and Martin didn’t announce himself, and then Jon thinks he’s a creepy stalker, prowling the back alleys and looking for- no, that won’t do. 

So option three it is; announce himself and make sure Jon knows he’s there, and try to explain that he was running late (and that he’s so sorry for that) and hope that whatever Jon’s doing isn’t any form of criminal activity that would lead to getting fired-

Another soft noise cuts through these thoughts, Martin realizing it’s the same one as earlier. He manages to focus his gaze on Jon, watching as Jon kneels down closer to the floor, reaching out his hand again. This time a small form crawls out from behind the box, and rubs up against the hand. Oh. 

Martin finds himself nearly fainting with relief, the million ways this situation could end badly starting to fade as he watches the scene unfold. Jon has sunk fully to a sitting position by now, coaxing the kitten closer with a mixture of soft cooing and gentle tongue clicks. The kitten seems enraptured, beginning to let out a purr as it sinks into Jon’s lap. 

They stay like this for a few minutes, Martin unable to draw his eyes away as Jon strokes the kitten behind the ears, continuing to speak softly to it. The kitten, for its part, purrs loudly enough that even standing a few paces away, Martin can hear it clearly. Jon has a look on his face Martin’s never seen him have. It’s mesmerizing, and Martin has to fight to keep the warmth from flooding to his cheeks. He’d never known Jon was such a cat person, but he seems a natural at it. 

There’s something so… open about Jon’s posture. It’s an unfamiliar sight on the normally politely restrained boss. His voice, which would usually carry a tight air about it, is soft. Warm. He’s… almost adorable like this. It’s a tone Martin didn’t even know Jon could produce, though he feels a bit bad thinking that. Of course Jon can be soft, he’s just always at work when they see each other. Not the place for such things. 

There’s a slight pang in his chest as Martin starts to drift into imagining Jon speaking to him with the same- No. Don’t be creepy, that’s a completely unreasonable train of thought. This is your boss, and you are watching him in an alley. Okay, line definitely crossed. 

“Jon?” Martin speaks up, clearing his throat first, hoping that’ll be a touch less startling. 

Jon nearly jumps out of his skin, eyes snapping to face Martin. The kitten, however, barely stirs. It seems far too content in Jon’s lap to worry about anything else. It purrs deeply, melting into Jon’s chest, dozing lightly. 

“Martin? What the hell are you doing here?” Jon asks, all softness drained from his tone. Martin feels another pang, but pushes it down. He’s just surprised Jon in a back alley, of course his tone is tense. 

“S- sorry! I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you, I promise, I was just running late- which I know I should have been more prepared for, but it was that kind of morning- which isn’t an excuse! But the point is I was trying to save some time, and-” Martin feels the words start pouring out before he can really stop them. It always seems to happen when he’s nervous, and around Jon? That’s almost always. 

The look on Jon’s face is hard to read, and Martin manages to cut himself off abruptly as Jon holds up a hand.

“S-sorry,” He stammers out again, meeting Jon’s eyes carefully. 

“It’s of no matter,” Jon sighs, glancing down at the kitten before tracing back up to Martin.

“He’s cute!” Martin says, hoping desperately to break the tension. He reaches down and gives the kitten a light pet, smiling as it leans against his touch. “I didn’t know you were a cat person! What’s his name?” 

“Doesn’t have one,” Jon replies, looking almost tenderly at the mass of fur. “Found her out here. At least I think it’s a girl. Not exactly an expert.” 

“Oh, r- right! She’s cute then!”

Jon clears his throat, “Indeed.” There’s a pause, then he continues with, “I was just…” 

Martin waits for the end, but it doesn’t come. Jon’s mouth sort of just… closes. He won’t meet Martin’s eye, and for a second it seems like… embarrassment? But for what? Finding a kitten? Petting it? 

Martin doesn’t have the time to linger on these thoughts, however, as a new one presents itself with urgency. He has to sneeze. And badly. 

He pulls away from Jon, taking a few steps back and managing to get an arm over his face before the first breaks through; a tiny stifle that’s barely audible over the kitten’s still pronounced purring. “hh’nxt!” 

Jon doesn’t reply, simply watching Martin with… another unreadable expression. Martin stutters out a few apologies, before turning on his heel and ducking back into his arm for another tight, “ih’nxt! hh’ngt!” 

This time Jon does reply, or at least… Martin thinks he does? Whatever it is comes out hushed, barely a whisper, the only trace it was even there is Jon’s lips seeming to form some sort of words. He does, however, stand up. The kitten gives a disgruntled mew as it’s jostled from its position, sluggishly crawling back onto the ground.  

“Well,” Jon says, lightly brushing off his legs. “Shall we go inside then?” 

Martin blinks a few times from behind his arm. He was expecting some form of lecture about being late, but… gift horses and all. He decides to just take this mercy. He drops his arm and nods silently, falling into step behind Jon as they walk, not quite together, but both in the same direction. 

“What about the kitten?” Martin finds himself asking, regretting it instantly as Jon’s entire back goes tense. “Or, I- well, I was just… I don’t want to leave it to die out there… N- not that I’m saying you’d- I didn’t mean you-” 

“I’m sure that Sasha or Tim can find it a nice place to stay,” Jon replies, voice tight and contained. “Tim’s always looking for an excuse to dip out of work. As for right now, we are late, and I know I have a lot of work to be doing. I’m sure you do too.” 

Martin curses himself internally, that was of course a stupid thing to ask. Jon’s obviously a bit on edge about being seen like that, and it’s not really like he can blame him! He’d certainly not want anyone at the archives to catch him unawares. If someone walked in on him recording his poetry… Martin feels a shudder at the thought. And then another one, as his nose begins to burn again. 

He manages to stifle these too, a quick triple that he’s almost certain Jon doesn’t hear. It’s a short walk to the institute, of which Martin is deeply grateful. The itch in his nose is rapidly growing, and it’s beginning to spread to his eyes. He’d really thought just a single small pet would be alright. They were outside, it wasn’t like he was holding the kitten to his face or anything like that. 

Yet it was becoming rapidly apparent that it was not alright. Thankfully, Jon still seemed oblivious. Or perhaps was just giving him the courtesy of pretending he didn’t notice the increasing amount of sniffling. 

“hk’gt! eh’nxt! nxgt!” 

Or the small bouts of sneezing that kept breaking free. Martin had always been quite allergic to cats, but could never quite find it in himself to dislike them. They’re such intelligent animals, and so cute, and fluffy, and… well, they always seemed to like him back. He’d been told more than once by their owners that cats can always spot the allergic one, and seem to gravitate towards them. In his experience at least, this had been true. 

“Martin!” Jon called, snapping him back into focus. Turns out he was so focused on his own thoughts he’d nearly walked right past the institute entirely. “Planning on coming into work?” 

It was heavily sarcastic, and Martin felt the blush sink deeper into his ears as he gave a light nod and muttered apology. He hurried through the door Jon was holding open, ducking his head a bit to avoid Jon’s glare. 

Just walking past him, Martin could see the fur coating Jon’s entire lap, and spreading up over his vest. The sight of it reflexively brought his hand to his nose, pinching it shut as his eyes crashed close against another round of- “h’kngt! nngt! hk’ngxt!” 

This time Jon did offer a blessing, to which Martin replied with thanks, apologizing again. Jon’s face is unreadable, and Martin chokes back the urge to apologize. Again.  It seems it’s the only thing he’s capable of doing anymore. Though, with Jon… that was starting to feel like the norm. With him, it always felt like no matter what Martin did, it was always wrong. 

Before he can get too lost in that trainwreck of thoughts, Martin pulls himself together, and gives Jon a polite excuse, attempting to move to the kitchen. 

“Martin, wait-” Jon starts, before awkwardly pausing. There’s a beat of silence, both of them staring at each other. Martin blinks slowly, feeling a bit worried as the seconds seem to tick on forever. The more time passes, the harder Martin finds it to ignore the tingling spreading throughout his sinuses. Finally, Jon manages to offer a weak, “I’ll forgive the lateness this once, but don’t let it happen again.” 

“Th- thank you…” Martin stutters out in reply. They drift into another awkward pause, before Martin ends it with a rapid “hh’ngxt–nngt–k’nngdt! ngt’shiiew!” 

The last one breaks free, and Martin blushes hard, more apologies tumbling out over each other. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, I was trying to catch it but they were a bit fast and it just slipped out-” 

Jon interrupts by clearing his throat again, and looking distinctly not at Martin as he offers, “Nothing to apologize for.” 

Tense silence settles over them again, and Martin’s starting to think maybe being berated isn’t actually all that bad. It certainly beats the hell out of whatever this new dynamic is. 

“So,” Jon starts, Martin nearly jumping out of his skin at the sudden noise. “Back to work then.” 

“Yes, of course,” Martin begins to turn around, before pausing as Jon speaks up again.

“Unless you… need anything?” 

It sounds oddly sincere, and Martin feels confusion spreading across his face. “S- sorry? I don’t… I don’t think so, I’ve got a fair number of cases already to investigate, and I’m sure Tim and Sasha will have some things for me to do too.” 

Jon looks a bit taken aback at this, and Martin feels the panic swell again. Was that the wrong answer? What else could he possibly have meant- 

Before he can spiral too far, Jon seems to collect himself, that unreadable expression settling back over his features. “Indeed, yes. Back to work then, lot to get done, and we’re already behind. Lord knows everyone’s overworked as it is, and Tim will surely complain about our absence.” 

Martin nods cautiously, biting back the urge to apologize again. He’s not even sure what for, there’s just… that sinking feeling that he’s said something wrong. He absentmindedly rubs at his eye, but nearly lets out a groan at the sensation. It’s equal parts relieving and unsatisfying, the itch far too deep to actually scratch. What it does do is spread the tickle back through his nose. 

“Oh-” Martin lets out involuntarily. He barely catches a glimpse of Jon turning back from where he’d begun to walk away through his rapidly watering eyes. Seems they both keep getting pulled back into this interaction, and Martin curses internally. If he’d just kept quiet and rushed away before the fit broke loose- Well, too late now, and he attempts to stutter out, “Sorry I think… thinkI’mgonna– hh’nxt! eh’gnxt! nngt–ed’gnxt–ngt’iew! hihhiieshh’iew!” 

“Good lord, Martin,” Jon says, and Martin suddenly wishes he could sink through the floor. 

He tries to stutter out more apologies, but his breath is stolen by the ever-increasing fit. Rapid, yet tiny, sneezes continue to pile over each other, though the stifling is long forgotten for lieu of being able to get a breath. 

“hh’ieshhiew! ishhhiew! ishhiew! tshhh’iew! ishhh–eshhh–eshhh–eshh’iiew!” 

Jon’s standing in stunned silence, seeming unable to pull his eyes away. Martin can only stand, arm against his face, gasping into his sleeve, waiting for the end of this humiliating display. It, mercifully, comes fairly quickly, a final “heh’iSHHHiew!” seeming to clear out the remainder of the burn. 

The absent tickle still lingers, his eyes watering as the itch still buzzes through them too. At least the fit seems to be over. Jon’s still staring, mouth pulled tight as he surveys the scene. Martin wishes, again, that he could sink through the floor. There’s another silence, Jon seeming to just… watch. 

“I’b so-” Martin starts, before hearing his own congested voice and blushing deeper. Jon seems to notice it too, wincing slightly as Martin attempts to sniff, the noise coming out strained and heavy. There’s another pause before Jon suddenly turns on his heel and hurries away. 

Martin feels the shame begin to sink into him, and he curses again, this time a little more externally. Of course Jon would leave, that was a humiliating display, he can only imagine how disgusted Jon must be with him. It’s so unprofessional, to have a fit like that in front of your boss, Jon would never succumb like that in front of Elias. 

His self loathing is interrupted by a clearing of the throat, Jon standing in front of him almost- nervously? But that doesn’t make any sense, why would he be nervous? Surely it’s gotta be something else, maybe it’s- 

“Here,” Jon says, cutting through the silence. As Martin glances down, he realizes Jon is holding out a box of tissues. He accepts them, a bit hesitantly, utterly speechless. 

Jon seems to notice this, and gives him a slight nod, an attempt at being reassuring. “You seemed to need them. Bless you, by the way.” 

The words seem to be a bit foreign to him, he doesn’t stutter over them or anything of the sort, but they seem to be a conscious effort. Come to think of it, Martin can’t recall ever hearing Jon bless someone. Unlike himself, where it’s a habit so deeply engrained it’s more of a reflex than anything else. 

It does make sense, Jon’s always seemed more the polite yet tightly wound sort. Whenever Martin’s heard him sneeze, which has been quite rare, it’s been obvious he wants no attention drawn to it. Perhaps he assumes others feel the same..? 

Either way it hardly seems to matter, and with a start, Martin realizes he’s been standing here silently for almost a full minute. He gives Jon an appreciative look, pulling out a tissue, folding it, and turning around to lightly blow his nose. For his part, Jon turns away, most likely to give him a bit of privacy. 

After cleaning himself up, Martin throws the tissues in the wastebasket nearby before turning back to Jon. “Thank you, for the uh- tissues and all.” 

Jon stares a bit, before clearing his throat. “Right. Well, again you, uh, seemed to need them.” 

“Yeah,” Martin gives a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that. Just a bit of allergies.” 

“Seems an understatement,” Jon replies, seemingly without thinking. Martin chuckles a bit at the candor.

“I suppose you’re right,” he says with a laugh. That was apparently a bad idea, the vibrations from the laughter leaving him gasping. Jon looks on in what appears to be sympathy as Martin grabs a few more tissues. He just manages to bring them up in time. 

“hh’ishhh! ishhhiew! t’shhhew! tshhh–tshhh–tshhh’ieeww!” 

“Bless you,” Jon says, this time without much hesitation. Martin nods his thanks, grabbing another tissue, and folding it nicely before attending to his nose with it. These he also deposits in the wastebin. 

“Thank you, sorry again,” Martin starts, breaking off with a light cough. It’s not chesty, but it does come with a slight wheeze to his breath. Jon definitely takes notice of this, his face going a bit pale. 

“Are you- are you wheezing?” Jon asks, almost a touch accusatory in his tone. 

Martin blushes slightly, but draws in a deep breath to test it. There’s an audible wheeze, and he finds himself getting caught in another cough. 

“S- sorry,” He sputters out between light coughs, glancing down at the cat hair covering Jon. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry, it happens quite often, I’m just uh… a bit allergic to…” 

Jon follows his gaze, looking over his clothes. A moment passes, then realization dawns across his face and Jon pales a bit further. He gives Martin a look that’s quite clearly concern, before it’s quickly replaced by a glare. 

“Good lord Martin, why didn’t you say something?!” Jon snaps, taking several steps back. 

Martin feels a shiver run through him at the harsh tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” 

“No, you didn’t,” Jon interrupts, his tone still firm, but with something that still sounds a lot like concern flowing through it. And maybe… guilt? “If I’d known, I’d not have made you stand here, suffocating yourself with an allergen.” 

“It’s really not that bad,” Martin tries, his body betraying him with another “ishhh’iew! ishhh–ishhh–t’shhheeww!” 

Jon gives another blessing, his displeasure palpable. Feeling another twinge of guilt, Martin attempts to apologize again, but finds his words stolen by another set of sneezes. “ieshew! tshhiew! hihheshhiew!” 

“Bless you,” Jon says yet again, taking a few more steps back. Even through his slight wheeze, Martin thinks he hears Jon mutter something. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was something about ‘actually being quite adorable’. A smile begins to slip over Martin’s face before he even has time to process the words. 

It’s quickly countered by Jon calling out for Tim. Martin nearly jumps at the volume, coughing again as the jostle brings another light wheeze. 

Turning back to Martin, Jon begins to give instructions. “I’m going to go to my office, I have a change of clothes in there, I’ll switch over to them. Tim will help you, he always has some meds around for his own struggles, I’m sure he can lend you some. You are to sit down, and under no circumstances are you to go back near the kitten. Sasha can find it somewhere nice to stay.”  

Before Martin has a chance to respond, Jon’s rushing down the hall, taking a turn towards Sasha’s desk. Tim comes around the corner at the same time, just barely managing to avoid crashing into Jon. He utters an expletive, but Jon pays it no mind whatsoever, just pointing towards Martin, and saying something Martin can’t make out. 

“Jeez,” Tim calls out as he gets closer. “What’s his deal?” 

“There was a ki-” Martin starts, before stopping himself. Jon hadn’t exactly been advertising that he was in the alley with the kitten, and… much as Tim was a nice guy, he’s not entirely above taunting. Especially if he knows this isn’t something Jon wants people to know about. 

Thankfully he doesn’t have to come up with a new excuse, as the tickle returns with a passion. He simply ducks into another handful of tissues for another set of “hhshhhiew! ishhhieww! t’shhh! kshhhiew!” 

“Woah, bless you,” Tim says, giving Martin a quick once over. “What happened to you?” 

“Nothing,” Martin sighs, with a bit of a wheeze. He attempts to give Tim a reassuring smile. “I’m alright.” 

“Clearly not,” Tim replies. “You’re wheezing and sneezing all over the place. Plus the boss sent me to help, figure that’s not for nothin’.” 

“Just… a bit of a run in with an allergen,” Martin says, coughing against his sleeve. Tim looks sympathetic, they both know he’s had a few of those himself. Even in the time he’d been here, Martin had witnessed a couple of situations when someone brought a bouquet into the archives. 

“Sounds bad,” Tim says, a bit more gently. 

Martin nods, bringing another group of tissues up to his nose. “ishhh! eshhh! kshhh! hhieESHhiew!” 

“Bless you!” 

“Thagk you,” Martin replies, giving Tim a soft smile. He’s interrupted by another fit, this one breaking out rapidly, piling over each other until he feels Tim’s hand on his arm steadying him. 

Tim lets out a low whistle as Martin blows his nose again. “That’s quite the attack. You’re nearly on my level! Right-o, let’s get you medicated, shall we?” 

Martin nods, putting up no resistance as Tim begins to guide (drag) him back to his desk. 

“You know, you have quite the kitten sneeze going on there,” Tim says, looking a bit confused as Martin begins to laugh. “Something funny?” 

“No, no,” Martin replies. “It’s nothing. Thank you for the help.” 

Tim nods at this, giving a wide grin, and going on some tangent about his own allergies, and the last time he had an attack like this. Martin nods along, but finds his thoughts drifting back to Jon, and the words he could almost swear he heard. ‘That was actually adorable’. 

Sasha will surely be told about the kitten by now, but… the details of how Jon found it… well, Martin has a good feeling that’s something only he gets to know. He feels oddly warm at this thought. Even if it wasn’t exactly Jon’s choice to tell him, it’s something they get to share. 

A memory just for them.

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Undisciplined

B//G//3, very very mild spoilers but genuinely nothing you probably haven’t already encountered. male sneezing, allergies

wrote this one straight off the cuff no plans just vibes. Hot alien woman being very interested and mean to this poor half elf

The thicket they were traversing was difficult to navigate, even as Bramble had plenty of experience navigating through such terrain. Sun beams filtered in through the canopy leaving pillars of midday light dotted across the grass.

This wasn’t at all like the Fey Wild, Bramble decided, it felt different on his skin, different animals. The air smelled different too, as the half-elf took a sniff, trying to get his bearings. He crinkled his nose up, it was an odd scent, something thick with perfume that didn’t agree with his senses. He scrubbed his nose against his shoulder, pushing past another branch.

As he continued walking, the itch that had sparked hadn’t gone away. This time, he stopped in his tracks and gave his nose a firm rub to chase the feeling away. There, better already.

“Why are we resting?” Lae’zel questioned, her arms folded.

“This is hardly a rest,” Shadowheart complained, shooting her a look.

“Can’t a man stop for five seconds?” Wyll asked, amusement in his voice.

Bramble sniffled, placing a knuckle against the side of his nose, “Ugh, sorry,” he muttered sheepishly, “M’fine, let’s keep going.”

He was able to hold up for a while, quietly sniffled as they pushed on through the forest, unable to keep his hand away from his nose. Lae’zel came up on his right, a frown creasing her brow.

“What is that incessant sound you are making?” She asked, a long ear twitching.

“I—what?” He asked, blinking owlishly, before sniffing again. She pointed.

“That sound.”

“Oh! Um,” he laughed nervously, moving aside another branch, “Sorry, is it annoying?”

“Many of the things you do are annoying. I tolerate it,” she told him, “But this vexes me, how are you making it and what is it’s purpose?”

“No one gets the sniffles where you’re from?” Wyll called from the back.

“Tch, I do not know what you mean.”

“I’ve just got a bit of a—“ Bramble’s cheeks flushed hot as he gestured to his face.

“Problem with your face?” She asked, eyes narrowed.

“Just a tickle,” he finally admitted, pressing a knuckle to the side of his nose again. Gods even talking about it was somehow making it worse.

“A tickle,” she repeated, “In your face?”

“In my n-nose,” he didn’t know why this was so embarrassing to spell it out, especially when he gaze was now solely focused on it. He ducked his head.

She huffed, “This is another reason why the githyanki are superior. We need not deal with such trivial matters, and such undisciplined manner. I told you your nose was too large.”

Bramble sputtered, “It’s the right size for my face!” “It’s pink,” she pointed out, “And moving on its own.”

“Well no, I’m doing that, it t-tickles so I’m trying to…Nng…” he pinched his nose shut for a moment.

“Can you please just sneeze already?” demanded Shadowheart, “It’s driving me crazy.”

“Hm, and here I thought you didn’t mind a bit of suffering,” Wyll’s lip ticked up, “But truly, go on lad. Get it out of your system, there’s something in the air around here, it’s no good to keep fighting it.”

As if the permission was all he needed, the tickle surged even as Bramble shook his head, trying to fight it off all the way, “B-but I…Hahh…oh…Hehh-!” His head tilted back, one hand fanning his face as his breath caught, teasingly on the edge of the release, his long eye lashes fluttering as he struggled with it the whole way.

“Hahh…ahhh…hahh’shhiieww!” He snapped forward, the sneeze finally released and projected downwards across the moss and the grass, “I…an-anothehhhh…Hehhshhieww!”

Finally satiated, he sniffled and straightened, tugging a cloth from his sleeve and carefully blowing into it.

“Mm, bless you,” Wyll told him, and raised a brow, “…Bit ironic coming from me, huh?” Lae’zel had been quiet, just watching the scene unfold, watching him with a look in her eyes Bramble could not quite place. Gods, he was half tempted to reach into her mind through their connection and see but—maybe he didn’t want to know just yet.

“I will not bless you,” she told him, “That is a curious habit of yours.”

“What, sneezing? I don’t want to make a habit of it.”

“It is strange, but…perhaps I should see another demonstration of this. Some other time.”

“Well, you might get your wish if we ever come across whatever I’m allergic to around here,” he gave one last swipe against his shoulder and shook himself off, still a little flustered from the exchange and hoping that those sneezes were enough to clear the tickle out.

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So we all agree Vik/tor has tiny little snzes that he tries to stifle for the life of him and Jay/ce has the false starts curse right? Right

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Caitlyn Rambles:

- Caitlyn absolutely uses handkerchiefs that have her little family emblem embroided on them because she thinks its “proper”

- She will stifle at every given occasion because she doesn’t want to be considered rude but she’ll 100% chastise Vi for doing the same because she knows it bad for her

- When she actually lets them out, her sneezes are usually loud but still clearly feminine? (She made Vi jump the first time she heard her)

- SMALL LIL SNIFFLES <3

- She 100% uses her knuckles to rub at her nose when she thinks nobody is looking

- Doesn’t get sick often but she will try and ignore it completely and work through it until someone (Vi) will force her to go lay down

- Her voice is usually the first sign she isn’t feeling well, and she’ll usually lose it after due to how much she had to talk/yell at work

- I wouldn’t say she has allergies but she’s sensitive to stronger scents. Vi’s shampoo used to set her off until she changed it (because of course she did the second she found out)

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If it were anyone else- Jayvik Snz fic

Viktor is sick and refusing to rest- Jayce is pulling out clumps of his hair. 

A 4.5k snzfic written in my attempt to recover from the show (it’s not working)

Full fic under the cut.

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Morning light streamed through the semi-transparent windows of their lab, Jayce blinked a little as the light fell across his face. 

He was tinkering with a Hexclaw prototype- they’d pretty much got it down but the cooling mechanism sometimes reacted with the pulse of energy that surged through the wiring from the Hexcore. Some more insulation around the central wiring perhaps…

The door creaked open and Viktor shuffled in, nodding his head in his customary hello.

Jayce watched as his partner walked over, he seemed a little stiffer today, weight pressing a touch heavier on his cane than usual. He’d ask about it later.

“Morning Vik, could you take a look at this, I’ve added insulation to the central wiring but I’m not sure if that will rub against the gears if they fully contract it.”

“Let me see.” Viktor leaned over his shoulder- smelling of mahogany and slightly of sleep still. He sniffed lightly as he took a look- murmuring under his breath as he rotated the the Hexclaw and extended it slowly.

“Hmm, I believe this will be fine. See here, even fully extended the cogs have full rotation. We can test it later.”

“Okay, I’ll get to work on the locking system then.”

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to speak to you ab–hhhh…” Viktor suddenly paused in his speech, eyebrows raised and eyes squeezed shut. He raised a finger to his nose, pressed lightly before the sensation seemed to abate and he shook his head softly to clear any remnants. “Sorry, err, yes I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that.”

Jayce studied Viktor’s face, had he needed to sneeze? Whatever it was, it didn’t paint an optimistic picture when coupled with just how exhausted Viktor looked. Even darker eye bags were swept beneath his eyes and there was a tired tension about his face, like when he was having one of his worser pain days.

“Because, whilst I agree the HexClaw must have some preventative measures-”

“Did you sleep okay?” Jayce butted in before he could help himself.

Viktor looked a little taken aback, slender fingers curling harder against the cane he was leaning on.

“Why– I… Yes. Why do you ask?”

It was Jayce’s turn to be sheepish. “You just look..you seem.”

“Tired?” Viktor supplied helpfully. “You’re right, except im always tired. And strangely it seems to hit me worst when in a room with you.” Viktor flashed a small, mischievous smile.

Throwing himself back in the chair, Jayce bent an elbow and jabbed it playfully into Viktor’s ribs.

But instead of tapping him back, Viktor was suddenly recoiling, twisting to the side and coughing heavily into a fist, his slender frame shaking with each one. 

“Fuck, Viktor I-,” stammered Jayce, getting to his feet and resisting the urge to grasp Viktor’s shoulder, “I didn’t mean-.”

Viktor shook his head through the fit, waving his free hand.

“It’s-,” he was cut off again by a gulping breath, desperately trying to draw air back into his lungs, “It’s okay. I’m okay. It just jolted me.”

Jayce was at a loss for words. That really hadn’t sounded good, if it were anyone else he’d urge them to go and rest.

But Viktor had told him he didn’t like being treated like some fragile porcelain doll, that sometimes days were hard but he wanted to push through anyways.

“I’ll…I’ll get you some water.” He finally rushed out. Something practical. Something with his hands. That made more sense.

He walked over to the tap, let the water run cold then filled a cup. 

As he turned back around, Viktor was already at his desk, glasses on and turning their formative blueprints for a filtration system over in his hands.

“Here.” He placed the cup down on the desk.

Viktor didn’t look up, just reached out and sipped some- “Thanks.”

The message was clear- we don’t need to talk about it.

Sighing, Jayce returned to his own desk and attempted to refocus back on his work.

A couple hours passed in pleasant quiet, the only sounds the slight hiss as he burnt away areas of the insulation that were potentially too thick and the scratch of Viktor’s pencil against paper.

Jayce, however, had found he hadn’t accomplished as much as he’d intended by now. He kept getting distracted- glancing over at Viktor as the sunlight fell across his cheek or his brow tensed in that way it always did moments before he’d figure something out. 

Fuck he was at it again.

But he’d also noticed, a few of the times he’d looked over, Viktor would raise a handkerchief, swipe it under his nose and blow gently, so quietly he couldn’t hear from where he sat.

Maybe it was the turn of the seasons?

He switched his gaze back towards the Hexclaw but as he did movement flashed in the corner of his eye. Viktor had raised the handkerchief again but this time he seemed frozen in place.

He held it up to his face, body tensed stiff, eyebrows raised and eyes scrunched closed before suddenly he let out a little, gasping breath and ducked forward into the handkerchief-

“HH’ungtx…Hh’etngx..” They were stifled into near silence and if Jayce hadn’t been surreptitiously watching him, he doubting he would have heard anything at all.

Viktor mopped up his nose with the handkerchief, this time using it to press against his nose as if to ward off any further, itchy sensation. He seemed to let out a tiny groan before putting the cloth away and picking the manuscripts back up again.

But just as he’d picked his pencil back up, the tip pressing against the corner of his mouth, the sensation seemed to ambush his senses once again and he hurriedly raised the back of a hand to stifle a breathy, practically soundless sneeze into it. And again.

Okay, Jayce was full on staring now, he’d have to look away soon else Viktor would take notice.

So with tremendous effort, he tore his eyes away. He’d perfected the insulation, now to adjust the mobility of the fingers- they were still deciding whether to let them move individually or as one…

Sometime later, with the sun cresting over the midday point, Jayce put the machine back down again.

“I’m gonna get some food,” he said, pushing up from the desk, “Want me to grab you something?”

Viktor looked up from his work and fuck if he was tired before, he looked downright weary now. Purple, shadowy discolouration hung beneath his eyes and his face looked even more drawn than usual. 

“I-,” he broke off to clear his throat thickly, “I’ll just have some sweetmilk if they have any.”

Again, with anyone else he would ask- ‘that it?’ but he’d learnt long ago not to question his partner’s eating habits. It was better than nothing- which was far too often the answer.

“Sure, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Half an hour later, sweetmilk in tow, Jayce pushed back through the lab doors.

Viktor was over by his station, peering down at the adjustments he’d made to the Hexclaw.

“Thoughts?” said Jayce, walking over and handing him the sweetmilk.

“Hmm, the insulation looks perfect but I’m thinking we compromise between full finger mobility and none at all.” his voice was thicker than earlier, congested perhaps, his accent even more pronounced than usual.

“What did you have in mind?”

“What if we introduce single-digit mobility but in ju–Hhhh.” he broke off, turned a little from Jayce and sniffled deeply, “sorry, in just the pointer finger.”

“Best of both worlds.” responded Jayce, nodding, “Okay, I can make the adjustments.”

“Hmm good. I made some changes to the filtration system too.”

The sniffing was getting more frequent now. Up close, rather than a few metres across the lab, the moisture that was beginning to settle in his nose and sinuses was evident.

“Just minor things like–HHh- like..exc–hH excuse me-”

Viktor twisted away from Jayce and hurriedly raised his, now rather worse-for-wear, handkerchief before taking two itchy, hitching breaths and tipping into the fabric-

“Hh’estchuuh–HH-Etsh’chuh..” they were wet and exhausting sounding. Jayce couldn’t help but cringe a little at the way they seemed to zap Viktor’s energy.

“Are you-”

Again, the wave of the hand, “Yes, yes. Come.” He motioned for Jayce to follow him to his desk, holding out the blueprints for him to inspect.

From what he could see, it seemed the efficiency of the system had been improved by heating the water to a lower but still effective temperature. In the Undercity, energy was precious- this would be a critical change.

“You’re brilliant, Viktor.” he breathed, mentally slapping himself for not noticing this potential improvement sooner.

“Yes, I though-HhHEH…sorry.. heh–H’ESt’Chuh.”

He’d fully twisted away from Jayce, hand gripping his cane as the force of the sneeze rippled through him. He slowly straightened up, rubbing the back of a hand against his nose which was starting to grow a touch pink around the nostrils.

This couldn’t go on, it was painful to watch.

“Bless you, Viktor. How are you feeling?”

“I-,” he was caught in a trap, there was no conceivable way he could wriggle out of this one. He cringed a little, shrugging his shoulders and mumbling- “Sorry, I think I may be coming down with something.”

Jayce wanted to reprimand him for apologising over something so normal and that that much was obvious but, pleased Viktor had let in him, however small, he held his tongue.

“You do look a little peaky, need me to get you anything? Maybe we can finish early tonight?”

Viktor shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing- “If anything, it’s just a cold Jayce.”

Then, reaching to take the plans back from Jayce’s hands and scribbling a note in the corner said- “See the meshing too? It’s just theoretical at the moment, but I think two layers would work just as well as three...” 

Hmm, so he was determined to push on anyways. It was like the admittance of not being well didn’t mean anything. Viktor wasn’t ‘well’ any day so why should this make a difference?

Well, if he wasn’t going to look out for his health, Jayce would just have to. Though as discreetly as possible- the energy his partner was giving off right now was like a honey badger- go on, try to coddle me- I dare you.

“Keep exploring that and we’ll test it later.” he said instead, trying not to let his exasperation leak into his voice.

Viktor just hmmed his confirmation, sat back down at his desk and and kept scribbling away.

The light was beginning to dim now, casting a warm orange glow through the lab. It was beginning to grow a chilly too and, as he looked over at Viktor, he was hunched in upon himself in his usual, awful posture perhaps attempting to keep the heat in.

Jayce turned the radiator on and sat back at his desk. Viktor had said it was just a cold and everyone got a bit sniffly every now and then right? He’d be okay if he just kept an eye on him right?

So with renewed determination he turned back to his work. He’d fixed the four fingers in place- now to make the pointer move…

They slipped into quiet again, though this time it was interrupted more frequently by Viktor sniffling or trying to clear his throat without sparking a coughing fit.

Try as he might to focus, he couldn’t help looking over a few times. Once, he’d since Viktor circling his temples with his knuckles as if trying to knead away a growing headache. 

Another time he’d stifled a fit into utter stillness once again (ducking into his elbow again and again and again) but Jayce had called out ‘bless you’ either way- which had earned him a glare through tired, hazy eyes.

But, at last, he’d finally finished the new mobility adjustments so, rising to his feet and stretching, he paced over to see what Viktor was up to.

He had put away the manuscripts and was now fiddling with a rudimentary, first-draft model of the filter machines- his fingers shaking slightly as he twisted and tightened the bolts.

“All done?” Viktor asked softly, sensing Jayce approaching.

“Mhmm. You mentioned earlier about the locking mechanism too, I was thinking it should be a key and code system.”

Viktor sighed, raising a palm to pummel at his forehead- “Ahh yes I’d completely forgotten about that.”

He raised his head from where it was hunched over at his work, turning to face Jayce properly.

Jayce’s couldn’t help the little squeeze of his chest as he looked down at his partner- the rapidly fading light hiding the redness around his eyes and nostrils but deepening the shadows.

And oh, bless him, he couldn’t help but notice the moisture that was collecting at the base of his nose. Poor guy, it was probably running like a tap.

“Give me a sec.” he blurted suddenly and hurried back to his own desk. He rifled through the drawers and produced what he was looking for.

As he turned back around, as suspected, Viktor was trying (and failing) to clean himself up using the sleeve of his jacket- his handkerchief likely well beyond the point of use.

“Want to borrow this?” Jayce asked- holding out one of his own handkerchiefs.

A flash of embarrassment rippled across Viktor’s face but then he sighed with resignation and extended a hand, turning fully away from Jayce to mop up his nose.

He didn’t blow it properly though, and as he turned back around to speak about the questions- his voice was thick with the congestion he hadn’t cleared.

“A key is likely to be lost and codes learnt. I think just a code but change it daily.”

How his mind was still coming up with the best solutions when he even looked miserable was beyond Jayce.

“Good idea. Should we test the filter?”

Vitkor glanced back at the machine he’d been tinkering and nodded “Yes, it is ready for a preliminary test.”

“Great!”

Jayce lifted it to the testing corner of their lab- hooking it up with a tap that ran there and placing a bucket for the clean water on the other side. He turned a tap that would add a drop of dye to the running water- allowing them to see how much would come through.

“Ready?” he asked Viktor who was leaning on his cane behind him, tiredly but pleasantly looking on.

“Ready.”

Jayce switched on the machine- it whurred to life- clear water spilling into the bucket. He turned to smile at Viktor when there was a loud whirring. The machine coughed and sputtered before suddenly pumping out thick vapour- slightly blue from the dye.

The vapour quickly dispersed, cloaking the two men in warm mist. Jayce heard the sounds of someone quickly stumbling backwards.

“Shii-Hhht…,” Viktor had tried to distance himself from the steam as much as possible but it had done its work. His hand was raised to his face in anticipation, breath hitching widely and audibly, nose and eyes tightly scrunched.

“Shit I’HhM g-gonna–Hhh!! HH’ Hgh’hSCHhiew…Hheh- HH’EACHEW! 

With each itchy sneeze he dipped desperately forward, hands tented over his nose and mouth to catch the mess.

“Fu–hhHH Jayce, t-turn ihHH-heh. Turn it off!”

Oh right. The machine was still on.

Hurriedly, Jayce fumbled through the steam to switch off the filtration device- hearing Viktor’s desperate, gasping breaths and wrenching sneeze after sneeze tear through him.

“Vik, are you okay?”

But Viktor was too heavily wrapped up in unbearable, itchy limbo, chest rising and expanding with fast, catching breaths.

“hh-! eH’SSCHIEW…..Hh’AESSCHuhh-! Fuck I ca-HHh, can’t sto-HH’EH’ESthciew…”

Jayce hurried over, wrapping an arm around Viktor’s shoulder and guiding him to his desk chair so he didn’t topple himself over with the force of his own sneezes.

The man continued to gasp and twitch beneath him with every step- they sounded harsh- exactly the opposite of what Viktor’s headache and no doubt sore throat needed.

“Try and breathe, you’re okay. You’re okay.” said Jayce, rubbing a hand up and down Viktor’s arm.

Viktor seemed to rally himself- forcing his breathing to calm though it was still interrupted by the occasional gasping inhale.

“That’s it.”

Viktor went stiff, breath stopping short before toppling over itself again- air rushing into the lungs with a final- “ Heh’GtSCHhh-!!”

They were both quiet for a moment- Jace suddenly became aware of his palm still pressed gently against Viktor’s upper arm, gave him a last little squeeze and withdrew it.

“That was…” he began slowly.

But, clearing his throat thickly and with a voice like tar, Viktor interjected- “I am sorry. That must have been… I.. well that must have been gross.” he seemed to grimace as he said this- turning his back to Jayce and reaching for the borrowed handkerchief laid on the desk. This time he had no choice but to properly blow the gunk from his nose.

“Hey it’s fine, don’t worry. We’ll fix the filtration device in no time too.”

Viktor just nodded back tiredly- “We can take a look at the formula later.” 

“Later? Technically we ‘clocked out’ 30 minutes ago.”

“I’ve still got some things I want to take a look at.”

Unable to stop the exasperation leaking into his voice, Jayce said- “You’re clearly not well Viktor, please, let’s just leave it here for today?”

Viktor stiffened in his seat, fingers curled tightly around his cane.

“You can get some rest and then we’ll tackle this tomorrow.” Jayce continued.

Viktor looked at him through red-rimmed, amber eyes- his expression unreadable.

“Jayce,” he began slowly, “I can look after… snfff… myself.”

“I know that but if you just-”

Viktor raised up a hand, “I’m not fragile,” he looked at him sternly now, willing him to understand, “I can work for a bit longer.”

Worry and frustration snaked around Jayce’s chest like thorns. On the one hand, Viktor only seemed to be getting worse and rapidly so. On the other, there was such hurt in those eyes. He wanted more than anything to simply be normal, be well.

Jayce wanted to reach out, take his partner in his arms and tell him none of that mattered to him, why would it?

But the urging in those eyes made him bite his tongue.

“Just a couple more hours.” he finally sighed.

“Good.” 

They both went back to work but Jayce wasn’t really doing anything. How could he when all he could think about was the slender form to his left, hunched and sniffling and yet determined no matter the cost to pledge on for the sake of Piltover?

He saw Viktor’s frame shake and rattle through another set of silenced sneezes, his shoulders drawing in on themselves as he groaned through a shuddery exhale.

Fuck this.

Jayce stood up, grumbling something about getting food and marched out of the lab. He couldn’t bare to watch anymore. 

He stomped off in the direction of the mess hall, footsteps echoing down the cool, shadowy doorways.

“Jayce?” he heard from behind him.

He swivelled around to face Mel, cloaked in a golden robe, eyeing him suspiciously.

His frustration must have been written on his face because she asked gently- “Is everything okay?”

He sighed heavily, running a large palm down the side of his face- “It’s Viktor. He’s sick as a dog but refusing to rest. He won’t listen to me and I-”

Mel stepped forward and placed a warm hand on his forearm, she smiled soothingly up at him- “It’s going to be okay. You know what he’s like but he’ll pull through.”

“I know he will in the end but why put himself through this pain in the process?”

She sighed, glancing out of a window, the flickering lights of Piltover shimmering against the midnight sky- “Sometimes we believe the pain is what we deserve.”

“Deserve? He deserves the world well, he deserves-”

She smiled, a flash of something, almost knowing, passing across her expression- “I know that, Jayce.”

They stood in silence for a few seconds, the sounds of wind as it slid against the Academy walls filling the lull.

“You should go to him.” she said at last.

And he did.

Jayce pushed back through the door to their lab, armed with a steaming cup of tea, another handkerchief and some pain meds he’d nabbed from the medical bay.

It was dark inside, the only light the one illuminating Viktor’s desk.

“Viktor?” he called out softly.

There was no reply.

As he stepped closer to the man’s desk he noticed his form was slumped forward, forearm on the table and his head flopped against it.

Oh, for God’s sake. 

“Viktor?” he tried again. He placed down the things bundled in his arms and hurried over. As he drew nearer he could hear the slow, ragged breaths coming from his slender form. 

“Vik?”

 He held a hand out and shook his partner’s shoulder’s softly. There was no response. 

Viktor’s sleeping face, though relaxed, was pale and sweaty, his hair plastered against his forehead. A sliver of moisture had collected under the chapped skin of his nose, drool gathering at the side of his mouth as he breathed craggedly through his mouth.

Jayce placed the back of his hand against his forehead to confirm his suspicions. Fuck. Dry heat emanated from his skin, sinking into the back of his hand.

“Fuck Viktor,” he said, voice hoarse, “You’re really burning up.”

There was still no response. Jayce was tempted for a moment to just let him sleep but, knowing Viktor’s medical needs to some extent, he knew it was bad for him to sleep in his back brace- especially not in this twisted position.

Plus, he needed to get some medicine in him for that fever. He didn’t think he’d ever felt someone that hot.

So he shook him again, more forcefully this time.

“Can you wake up for me?” he said softly, leaning closer.

Groggily, Viktor’s eyelashes fluttered open before suddenly his breath caught and he was snapping forehead with too desperate sneezes, too hazy and out of it to cover or care where they were directed.

“Hheh’’Estgnx…H’ESTCH–uhh.”

“Bless you, here.” And before Jayce really knew what he was doing, he’d turned around, fetched the clean handkerchief and had placed it around Viktor’s nose, mopping up the mess for him.

And, for once, Viktor let him.

He sniffled deeply, woozily raising his head to face Jayce. 

“Jayce I-”he began slowly before his features crumpled again and he tiredly raised the back of a wrist to collapse into with a-

“EHh’’etshcuhh…hH’Eh..”

His shoulders stayed raised in anticipation for a second sneeze but it never came and he let out a shaky, irritated exhale before looking back up at him with bleary, tear-strewn eyes.

“Jayce I….snffff..guh… I really don’t feel good.”

He must be really out of it to actually admit that.

“I know.” Jayce said gently, moving to lock an arm around Viktor’s shoulders, “I’m here though, you’re going to be okay. Let’s get you too bed, yeh?”

“I’m not sure I-” his voice trailed off, “I’m not sure I can make it myself.” he admitted quietly.

Jayce almost laughed- “You won’t be going alone. I’m here.”

And slowly he helped Viktor to his feet, feeling the feverish heat pulsing from his partner as his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Slowly, they began to head towards the exit. Jayce’s room was nearer- they’d go there.

“One step in front of the other.” he said softly as Viktor struggled to keep himself upright. He took hold of his weight more firmly- it was scaring him, just how much Vitkor was relying on him to walk. 

As they stepped out into the hallway, Viktor suddenly halted.

“HHH-hhold on a se-Hh second.” He’d raised his free hand to his face and was gasping softly, chest heaving in and out.

“It’s okay Vik, just let it out.”

“H’EHH’’echuhh… EH’EH’ngx…guhh, sorry I can’t-”

Jayce ran a hand up and down his back, soothing him softly- “There’s nothing to apologise for. Come on, we’re almost there.”

They trudged forwards, Viktor’s breath’s coming in as tight wheezes. How on earth had he gotten so sick so fast? Jayce supposed it was properly the meds he was on in an attempt to fight his disease- his immune system was shot.

Finally, they reached the doors to Jayce’s room. 

“Wait… this is…”

“Yes, my room. I’m not letting you walk any further.”

And ignoring Viktor’s mumbling protests he guided him through the apartment to his bedroom.

“Jayce.. This is too much, I can’t”

“That fevered brain of yours sure knows how to talk some bullshit huh? Come on.”

And gently he lowered Viktor onto the bed, tenderly removing his clothes and flicking the buckles that kept his leg brace in place. Slowly, he moved to Viktor’s back.

“Wait I-.” Viktor said hoarsely, jolting back, his body shaking as his skin was exposed to the cool air, “I can do it.”

“Please, Viktor, just let me do this for you.”

“It.. I-”

Jayce sat down on the bed. He couldn’t hide it any longer. He slipped an arm around Viktor’s side and pulled his clammy, heated body into his own. He tucked Viktor’s head under his chin, his hair smelling of sweat and grease but mainly of him.

Viktor initially tensed but then sunk into the contact, burying himself into Jayce’s chest.

“You’re not weak, Viktor,” he said gently, raising a hand to sink into the brown locs of his partner’s hair, “I have never and will never see you that way.”

Viktor shook beneath him, with what could’ve been a sniffle or a silent sob.

There was so much more he wanted to say. How Viktor was the strongest, most determined person he knew. How his disability, his illness, was all part of him. And how he admired all of it, all of him.”

But it was too raw, too much. Not yet.

So instead he said- “So please, let me do this one thing for you and get you into bed.”

Viktor’s head was so close, he could just reach down and kiss it. But he didn’t- he’d already said to much.

Slowly, Viktor uncurled himself from him and nodded softly.

Fingers fumbling, Jayce went though the many clasps of the back brace before, with a pop of air, it slid off.

He guided Viktor under the covers- marking the goosebumps that that sprouted across his shaking frame.

He’d go and fetch the blankets and tea and meds in a moment but for now- he simply gazed down at the clammy, gorgeous face of his lab partner. 

Oh what the hell.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Viktor’s damp forehead.

“Get some rest, okay?” he said, sitting up, trying to calm the nerves that were somersaulting around his chest and stomach.

“Thank you.” Viktor said, voice as soft as snow. And finally, feeling the comforting weight of Jayce at the foot of his bed, his eyes slid shut.

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IRL snznario

Yesterday I was at a thrift store and the guy working was sneezing non-stop.

He had reddish brown hair, brown eyes, tallish, and had alt-grunge style, his sneeze was very itchy sounding, half of them were stifled and then eventually he gave up on stifling and he sneezed freely, they were medium volume and he at one point just held a tissue up to his nose while working.

This got me thinking about thrift store workers being allergic to perfumes or animals and when people donate clothes the employees would go through the clothes and would get sneezy from it, but they have no other choice so they’re just sneezy and miserable but they have to do their job.

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A: "Ugh, my nose is so aaAATSSCHHeh!-itchy...! huh-DJESSCHHuh!"

B: (laughs) "Bless you! Was that two or three sneezes?"

A: "Ugh, I don't even know anymore..."

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An itch that takes multiple good tries sneezes to get rid of.

One, to break the surface tension, a first hard hammer swing at the carnival game contraption, just barely enough to ring the bell at the top.

Two, to help it along. It’s followed by a mindless sniffle, and those have been much more plentiful, generous even, sometimes scratching the itch and sometimes shifting against the sensitive nasal membrane just the wrong way, and then they’re leaning back in the chair, knowing they’re about to reach-

Three, and at this point, they’re panting a little. Eyes that were once softly focused are now blinking, and wincing at the pressure and burning pressing into the left side of their sinuses, they sniffle again, gently pressing their fingers against warm, wet nostrils. 

Four and Five tear out unapologetically, seeming to barrel like cattle through a flimsy gate. They suck in a rather soupy sniffle, and sigh. Annoyance swims in their bleary eyes, which dart around for a couple of seconds before their other hand quickly reaches to pull a tissue from the box on their left. But the box’s contents are dwindling, and they have to shake the white delicate three-layered sheet for it to come out. They know they’ll need a second one, the fetching of which requires the same silly method. Quickly, they layer the tissues, and with their chest heaving with more preparatory breaths, lift them with a fairly dramatic gasp.

Sihh- Or... No. Not… Not yet? Siiii…. Sihhh’HIHH’—- No. Fuck.

They sigh, and sniff loudly, blinking down at the soft, neatly-folded landing pad they’ve acquired. In their frustration, they lift two fingers to scrub aggressively at the sore, indecisive appendage at the centre of their face, which can only offer a watery stream down their upper lip, through rounded nostrils that blush more deeply at the abuse. Clicking, squeaking, and another harsh sniffle whistles through the troubled, swollen passages, introducing cool air against newly aggravated, reddened stretches of irritated nasal membrane, their fingers finally relent, and-

Six. Seven. Some watery blinks, and an improvised series of eighth note breaths, and-

Eight, Nine, Ten; wrenching and useless,

Then a long, high-pitched gasp, pulled from the depths of their thorax, and out bursts Eleven, which mercilessly tears through damp layers of tissue. They feel the heat of a tear create a thin trail down their stiff, reddened face, before they sniffle again noisily and reach for more tissues that pull the poor, steadily hollowing box with them, tumbling across the table. Clutching the sodden wad of tissues to their disruptive nose, they one-handedly fold the new tissues and have to pinch the mess away from their warm, still-leaking nostrils before replacing them.

Twelve rips against the roof of their mouth, scraping the back of their throat and sending a hurricane blast of air and moisture that the tissues can barely contain. Awful, and the same time delicious - it sweeps the ticklish sensation away in one violent, punctuating go.

A pained, shaky mix of a sigh and groan creeps from their lips. That one must have hit the bell. Sitting there in a soft daze, they can feel the brass reverberations ringing between their temples.

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Hey hey! Had an idea for the September challenge. 12. Ouch

This part of the fic made me think of this:

“uh'Hihh-!” A small, involuntary gasp. Lily tried to soothe his twinging nostrils by pressing her index finger under his septum. She felt the warmth of his nostrils flaring against her finger. “Dod’t-! I’b-“ he gasped, his other hand coming up to touch her forearm. Lily pressed harder, and Jonah’s brow furrowed tightly.

After a few seconds, he relaxed slightly. The hand on her forearm slowly lowered. Lily shifted the hand that was in his, gently pulling it away. “Okay?” she asked softly. He nodded. She lifted her free hand, using her thumb to gently keep spreading the ointment on his poor nose.

“Okay, there.” Lily removed her finger from under his nose, and moved back. “Go ahead, love.”

Jonah took a shuddering breath. There was a very brief pause as he allowed the sensation to take hold. His red nostrils flared, glistening with the salve and watery mucus streaming down his upper lip. His chest swelled with a huge gasp, and he turned away from Lily before letting out a violent, spraying sneeze.

“HaAh'AASSSCHHIUHHhh!!!” It was practically screamed, the force snapping him forward.

“Ooh,” Lily reached to put the ointment on the bedside table and rubbed his shoulder with her other hand. “Gesundheit.”

“-AASSCHHIU!!-AASSCHIEWW!! -HAASSHHIEWWw!! -’CHIEWW!! -ht'CHIEWW!!” They just kept coming, his frame curled and his head tucked facing away.

“Okay, come on, now,” she murmured gently, sitting closer to him.

hey sparkle, sorry this took so long, and thank you for requesting one of my favourite J&L scenes. 🖤✨

12. ouch

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(Overheard in a home decor store, in the incense section)

“No, not that one… *snff!* *sQck, snrFF!* She likes floral scents, I was thih- *g’hm!* I was thhihhnking… g’hh. *sNF!* Yeah, no, I’m, *ahem!* I’m fine. What about that one?”

…

“*snnnfff* Hmm… oh- *koff, koFF!* ‘Scuse me, heUh-?? hUHd!!’gxXckk!!-chieww -nNN’GxXGkk!!-unhh…. *snnrff!* ‘Scuse me. *snrff!* Ndo, I- *ah-hemm* thigk I’ll be fine, it was just a bit *ahem!* strong. *hsnrff!* *sqk-sQck*”

…

“You burd them? *snff* How? Oh, that’s… h-hahh! Oh, that does bake it sbell- AEH’CHIEWW!! -Ohh, excuse beehh’EEISSCHHh!! *sdrff!* Sorry, just give beehh… *snnrgk* Just give be ode seco’d…”

…

“eeEEsshieww!! … isschieww!! *hsnnrff* hAEH’SSCHHIOOoo!! … *sddrff!* unhh…”

…

“Sorry about that, whew. *snrk!* That ode was *k’hm!* a bit buch. Doe, I, haha! *sdrff!* Probably cad’t sbell too well right dow but I cad still… unhh, *sdrffh!* I cad still t-try…”

…

“Maybe lavender, I dod’t… hheh’I dod’t kdow if… hahh, *sNRFF!* If I could ha’dle bei’g arou’d it. Cuz I’b aller… hh’I’b ahh… HAEH’gxXGN!!-chiuh -ohh, excuse be. *snrf!* HAAD’KTCHggn!!-unhh, oh by god, *snNrk!* Allergic to lavender, and… *hsnngk!* Thagk you, by gosh. *snrgk!* Pardod be… yeah.”

…

“heiHHhh-? haAAHt’CHIEWWw!!! … *hsddrff!* Ugh… Oh god, *sdrf!* Thagk you. Baybe I should look at sobethi’g else for dow. *ahem* I’b getti’g a little *snrk!* lightheaded. Oh, thagk you... You sure? Heh, yeah, I really do deed it.”

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You Don't Need To - Jayce Snz Fic

Jayce has a cold and Mel tries to convince him to take the day off.

This is for @rosieknows who requested sick Jayce with JayMel and Jayce refusing to rest. Thank you so much for your request darling! I hope you enjoy it!

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“I'm fine, Mel. Really,” he reassured as he pulled on his clothes for the council meeting later that day. 

“Jayce. You're sick. You need to rest.” She hovered while trying not to look like she was hovering. 

“It's just a hh-head cold. I have too much to get done to take a day off. Snff. I have the council and hh…Hextech, and none of it can wait.” He rubbed at his nose with an irritated expression. 

“Jayce…” Mel said soft and concerned, coming up to his side..

“Hey, I'm…fuhh..hh’huhh… Heh’ESHHxxt-shuhh…hhh’HT-RSSHHoo..sndff… finde.” He sneezed towards his shoulder, trying and failing to suppress his sneezes, and then winced when he realized Mel was in the same direction. “Scuse mbe. SNF! Shit, I didn't get you did I?”

“Bless you. No,” she reassured. “But Jayce I'm serious, you need to rest in order to get better. “ 

“I just…I'm already struggling to keep up with all the…political maneuvering and then this…huhhh….gottasneeze-HH’GZZSHuh…shit, sorry,” he sneezed into his elbow and then kept it pressed to his lower face as he scrambled to pull a handkerchief from his pocket. Mel stepped closer and pulled his kerchief out seamlessly, reaching up towards his face. 

He grabbed her hand to stop her from moving his arm. “I've got it, thandks,” he said gently, embarrassed at what a mess he was.

He turned away and wiped himself clean and then blew his nose, grimacing at the productive sound. Mel's hand brushed over his back and he turned back to her with a tired attempt at a reassuring smile. 

“I'm fine. Snf. Really. You don't need to fuss over me.”

“Is that what you think I'm doing?” she asked with a curious tilt of her brow. 

“Isn't it?” He asked hesitantly.

“Jayce, I care about you. And I want to take care of you, if you'll let me.” She reached up to cradle his face between her hands, expression open and sincere. His face flushed and he struggled to meet her gaze. 

“I…thank you, Mel. Really. But you don't need to. I can…tuhh…take care of my-huhhh-myself…Mel…lehhh.. I'm gonna…hhh’Uhhh’EEISHHHoo..” Mel moved to the side out of range just in time for him to sneeze down towards the floor. He swiped at his reddening nose with the back of his hand, cheeks adorably pink. “Sorry.”

“Bless you. And I know you can take care of yourself, Jayce. You're very good at taking care of people,” she said kindly as she stepped back in front of him, “But I want to take care of you. Won't you let me?” 

She could see him struggle between not wanting to deny her but not wanting to accept help either. 

“Please, darling?” She asked, gentle and coaxing, brushing a few loose strands of hair off his warm brow. 

“If it means that much to you…” he conceded with uncertainty. 

“It would mean a great deal to me to be able to take care of you when you're feeling sick and vulnerable, Jayce,” she knew how difficult it could be for him to let down to guard, “Thank you.”

He gave a huff of disbelief tinged with fondness. “You're welcome, I guess?” He said with an uncertain smile. He still felt wrong footed accepting help, and uncertain about what exactly she meant to do. 

Mel merely smiled with her usual air of calm confidence. “Now why don't you change back into some pajamas and get back into bed.”

“Wha-Mel, there's a council meeting today! And then Viktor is expecting me in the-huhh..Snf the lab,” he protested. He coughed harshly into his elbow for moment. Mel shifting to rest a supportive hand between his shoulder blades. 

“The council meeting can be rescheduled. I'll have Allura take care of it. And I'll have someone let Viktor know that you're sick and resting.”

“He'll worry-” he rasped, and then cleared his throat, swallowing heavily to ease the growing ache. 

“Then I'll invite him here so he can see that you're being well taken care of. I'm certain that will assuage any concerns he may have,” she said with a hint of smugness at having so quickly undone his arguments. 

Jayce floundered for a moment before giving in with a crooked grin. “Snff. Alright, alright. I'mb SNFsnf going back to bed.”

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Thank you so much for reading! If you liked it, know that I hoard positive comments like some kind of dragon and then use them to power my writing motivation!

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i haven’t finished act 2 yet, but here are some a/rcane snzcanons for jay/vik (shoutout to @bewitchedfeathers for discussing snzcanons with me)

i picture v/iktor as having the photic sneeze reflex since he grew up in the undercity, he was never that accustomed to seeing so much light

also as a result of growing up in the undercity, v/iktor is sensitive to most expensive colognes or perfumes (i think his nose is just sensitive in general)

v/iktor stifles his sneezes, which are typically on the softer side, but can sometimes build up to an itchy “hhZTZXHh!” if he has a fit

j/ayce is less sensitive to allergens, although i imagine he’d have a reaction to the fumes of the undercity

j/ayce isn’t a very frequent sneezer unless he’s sick, in which case his sneezes get much heavier and can come in fits

in public or around people of high esteem, j/ayce buries his nose in his elbow and tries his best to muffle since his sneezes are on the louder side

when he’s alone or in the lab with v/iktor, he usually settles for ducking against his shoulder or just turning his head and sneezing uncovered towards the floor

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Jayce Sneeze Headcanons

(I was talking with @silentsneezes and we traded a bunch of headcanons and I wanted to share them! Thank you for hitting me up to talk about my blorbos!)

He has strong sneezes. Not necessarily always loud but definitely always forceful and intense

Stifling hurts and he's bad at it so he doesn't even try

Instead in public he always tries to muffle them in his elbow or a handkerchief

In private he sneezes openly towards the ground or towards his shoulder

Announces his sneezes when he's worried about interrupting somone

Doesn't have many allergies but gets colds easily

Carries a handkerchief during allergy season for Viktor but often forgets to carry one during cold season for himself

Temperature changes can make him sneeze so he often sneezes going in or out of the forge

Like I'm not into mess but his cold sneezes are wet

He's always stuffed up/congested when he's sick. Like he couldn't pronounce an "m" or "n" to save his life

Also not snz but is it just me or does Jayce give big Sub vibes anyone else?

Let me know your thoughts or share your own headcanons with me! (If you want)

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Thinking out ghost snz…

someone has dust allergies, and ends up as a ghost….haunting a dusty library (and they quickly find out that allergies aren’t just for living people)

this can easily work for someone with pollen allergies haunting a garden. Dust/hay/animal allergies? Guess who’s haunting a farm. It can also work for sickness…Maybe someone died with a cold and now they’re stuck with it forever. Whatever floats your boat. Endless possibilities.

bonus: imagine ghost cannot interact with physical objects very well so they’re just stuck as a sneezy/ectoplasmic mess. U go into a haunted place expecting spooky sounds and creepy wraiths but it’s just some sniffly, rather miserable ghost that can’t stop sneezing and coughing.

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Procrastinating on homework so, send me asks!

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I'm thinking of opening up hcs or fic requests but idk imfbdmdbdmd