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Nobody Misses Sinsmas! (A/lastor, L/ucifer, C/harlie)
I rushed through this to get it out before Christmas, so just- ignore all the issues
I was originally planning on writing đťđ, but it turned into friendly fluff instead. I just want characters to nice to Al đĽş
A/lastor gets sick right before S/insmas, and L/uci doesnât want him to feel left out during the celebration.
slight mentions of contagion and mess
Charlie sat the last box of Sinsmas decorations on the floor, opening it and beginning to pull out black and red wreaths and strands of festive lights. âAl, can you get the tree?â
Alastor, standing beside the pile of boxes, snapped his fingers, and a fake pine tree appeared in one corner of the lobby. It was black and scraggly, like many of the plants in Hell were, and tall enough that not even he could reach the top. All he had to do, though, was summon a tendril of shadowy magic to place a pentagram on top of the tree for him. He could have just used his magic to decorate the entire hotel in an instant, but Charlie liked getting to spend time with him. That was why he was helping her do most of it by hand, and why he was moving at a bit of a slower pace than usual.
As Charlie got to work decorating the hotelâs entrance, she found Alastor to be a little less talkative than normal. She thought that maybe he just wasnât very excited about the holidays, but didnât want to dampen her mood. At first, she paid no mind to his sniffling, or occasional coughing, or even the first sneeze, but it became more and more persistent. He wasnât as subtle about rubbing his nose as he thought he was, often pausing just before grabbing something in one of the boxes as he fought against the ticklish sensation. The more he resisted it, the worse it got. As he reached down to pick up a wreath, his breath hitched again. He pressed a finger against his itchy nostrils, stifling a sneeze into his shoulder.
âHhngx-shhht!â
âBless you,â Charlie called out, ignoring the fact that blessings werenât a good thing in Hell. âIs everything alright?â
âIâm fine, my dear. It must be that these boxes are a bit dusty,â he waved her off, his voice a little dulled from congestion.
The Sinsmas tree was the last thing they got to, and by that point, there was no hiding how often Alastor had to pull a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his red-tinged nose. He went to hang another ornament, but hesitated, rushing to cover his mouth with his free hand as his eyes fluttered shut. âHihh-ihnxzzhihhâ! Hhhnkâzzzhht!â The lights flickered as his head snapped downward, nearly knocking something off the tree.
âAre you sure youâre alright?â she questioned. âIt sounds like youâre getting worseâŚâ
âYou have nothing to worry about; Iâmâsnf!âperfectly fiâhiiiâhhiehkâshhhu!â He turned away from Charlie before grabbing the cloth from his pocket and cleaning up the watery mess that was threatening to drip.
âMaybe we should take a breakâŚâ She didnât want him accidentally breaking anythingâor spreading his germs around the hotel. She started gathering up the empty boxes and moving them aside, while he stalked off into another room.
Lucifer soon came over to her, looking around the lobby. âHowâs everything going?â It was his first Sinsmas with his daughter in a long time, and he knew how excited she was to have everyone together.
Charlie was sitting on the sofa, on her phone, and looked up at him. âItâs going good! I just need to finish the tree.â
âI thought Al was helping you.â He took another glance around the roomâno sign of the Radio Demon.
âHe was earlier. I told him to take a break. Iâm a little worried about himâhe sounds like heâs getting sick⌠I donât want him to be all alone tomorrow.â
Lucifer could share her sympathy, because heâd been looking forward to spending more time with him, too. âHow about I help you finish decorating, and then we can plan on doing something for him tomorrow.â
Alastor continued to insist he wasnât ill until evening. Everyone in the hotel already knew, but were worried about how heâd react if they said anything. He was starting to shiver from a slowly rising fever, choosing to eat dinner alone in his room before it became too noticeable. He sat in his chair, struggling to concentrate enough to read. He was just about to give up on finishing the chapter he was on when he heard a knock at his door, then saw Lucifer poke his head inside with an anxious smile. âHeyyy, Al, just checking on you.â He walked over to him, noting how his plate of food had much more left uneaten than it should have, how Alastor held onto his book tighter to stop his hands from shaking, and just how exhausted he looked. âYou really donât look too good⌠Can Iââ He tentatively reached out to touch his forehead, but the sinner halfheartedly swatted his hand away.
âSndffâI kndow Iâmb runniâg a fever,â he snuffled.
âWell⌠thereâs no need to try to hide it and overexert yourself, because we all know youâre sick. Make sure you get lots of rest tonightâIâm not gonna let you miss the Sinsmas celebration entirely.â He turned to leave, hoping that his efforts werenât about to go unappreciated.
In the morning, Lucifer knocked on his door. As expected, there was no answer. He found that it was unlocked, though, and quietly entered. The Radio Demon was still asleep, the sound of his breathing crackling with static.
âAl, wake up,â he said softly, gently nudging his shoulder. The sinner responded with something between a hum and a groan, blearily opening his eyes to see Lucifer standing over him with a broad smile. He was wearing his rubber-duck-print pajamasâbecause it was Sinsmas, and he deserved at least one day to show them off. âHey, Bambiâor should I say Rudolph? Howâre ya feeling?â
Alastor sat up, a yawn turning into hoarse coughing. âRather poorly.â Despite how long heâd slept for, he didnât look like heâd gotten much rest. His ever-present grin was strained, his ears were lowered, and a sickly flush painted his face.
Lucifer gave him a worried look. âLet me take your temperature.â He magically summoned a digital thermometer, earning an eyeroll from the sinner, who reluctantly took it in his mouth. Once the number registered, he read, â101.8⌠Do you feel like sitting downstairs with everyone else, or do you want to go back to sleep?â Alastor could at least be in the same room as the others, though preferably not too close to them. That is, if he even felt like getting out of bed.
He sniffled, the sound wet and thick, and said, âI suppose I could join them for a little while⌠I canât sleep the whole day awa-hayâhehh⌠Hh-HEHTKZZZ-SHUEWW!â He buried his face in his sleeve, resorting to wiping his nose on the damp fabric, too.
âTake some medicine, then Iâll bring you downstairs.â
A portal opened in the parlor, and Lucifer stepped out with the sick deer. If the others couldnât tell how he felt just by looking at him the previous night, they could now. He was still in his pajamas, his hair unbrushed. Chills wracked his narrow body, and his movements were slow and lethargic. He didnât like letting anyone see him this weak, yet it felt inconsiderate to ignore everyone on a holiday, and Lucifer really wanted him to get to celebrate with them. The King summoned a blanket, a cup of tea, and tissues for him. Alastor sat on the sofa, wrapping himself in the blanket before taking the tea.
The parlor was far more decorated than heâd left it, the walls lined with garland and red bows. Lucifer had conjured up several real plants, with potted poinsettias and pine shrubs adding some much-needed greenery. The bar was covered in colorful lights, a few scented candles were scattered across the hotelâs first floor (that Alastor didnât even notice), the tree was covered in ornaments and had actual presents clustered beneath it.
âAl, youâre up!â Charlie called out, sympathy evident in her face despite her cheerful tone. She was wearing a red and white sweater and even had on a Santa hat. âLook, Dad made it snow outside!â She pointed outside, where snow could be seen falling only around the hotel. Peaceful weather like this didnât naturally happen in Hell. Pentagram City only occasionally got snow, and it was always a massive blizzard that took out at least half of the cityâs power.
âWe should go out there anâ have a snowball fight!â Angel Dust shouted, standing in front of one of the windows.
Husk narrowed his eyes at him. âThatâs not fairâyou have more arms than the rest of us.â
Alastor tuned out the others as a familiar itching filled his sinuses. He grabbed a handful of tissues and held them up his face as his breath shuddered. âH-hhihâIHGKâSHHHIEWW! HEHGKZZH-shhu!â He bent forward with forceful sneezes that scraped against his irritated throat, a few weak coughs following after. The lights on the tree flickered, momentarily flashing to the green hue of the Radio Demonâs magic. Everyone turned to look at him with varying degrees of concern for the hotelâs electricity. He shot a withering glare back, then took a drink from his cup.
Charlie quickly diverted everyoneâs attention, saving him from the embarrassment of them drawing attention to how awful he sounded. âLetâs open presents! I got something for everyone.â She started looking through the gifts under the tree, picking out the ones from her and handing them to their recipients. As she gave Alastor his, she quietly added, âIâm sorry youâre not feeling well todayâŚâ
âDondât worry about mbe,â he croaked, clearly beginning to lose his voice, âThis isâsnrff!âjust a mbindor indcodvedience.â Everyone began opening their gifts, and Alastor unwrapped a box containing a new overcoat. It was the same style as his current ones, except it was a darker red with white sleeve cuffs, and it wasnât torn along the bottom hem. The fabric felt thicker, too; perfect for keeping him warm during winter. âIt looks wonderful, dear.â
âIâm so glad you like it!â Charlie beamed, giving him a quick hug before moving over to the others. He stiffened under her touch, but the added warmth made it much more bearable.
Lucifer sat down next to him. âSo, did I do a good job decorating?â
His smile softened into something more admiring. âShowoff.â
âI wanted to make it feel more like your holiday celebrations on Earth. Is this what it was like when you were alive?â
His gaze scanned over the room. It looked nicer than his house ever did on Christmas, and New Orleans didnât get much snow. Yet some things felt the same both in life and afterlifeâhe was with the closest thing he had to family, he was comfortable, he was being taken care of, and there was plenty of food waiting for him once he got his appetite back. He sniffled a few times and looked back at Lucifer. âIt was something like this.â
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Heavy Is the Head that Wore the Crown
Sooo, yâall know how after Mas/ter/mind came out, a lot of us (myself absolutely included) really wanted to see Sto/las sick and Bli/tz caretaking?
Well, hereâs 11.3k of my take on Sto/las waking up ill the morning after Mas/ter/mind, featuring Sto/las being kind of a pitiful mess, but also being so happy being taken care of and spending time with Bli/tzø; extremely attentive caretaking from Bli/tzø; a hellton (pun intended) of corny, mushy fluff; some angst here and there; and, ofc, snz, including stuck snz and a little bit of inducing (feathers and touch). Hope yâall enjoy!! â¤ď¸đ¤â¤ď¸đ¤â¤ď¸
Note: Iâve been cooking since December 6th and hoping to finish this before the new episode came out, but it released earlier than I expected and I didnât quite have time, so same day it is lmao. This does NOT contain any S/in/s/mas spoilersâguaranteed because I havenât watched it quite yet lol. This absolutely has Mas/ter/mind spoilers though lmao
This was partially inspired by this post by @ghostlychill and the conversation we had in the repliesâtheir ideas are so good as always! Also, the lovely @very-freakin-effable beta read for me and hyped me up to cook lmao, so tysm Effy! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
CWs: Contagion (Bli/tz acts with zero regard for germs here like kissing him), extremely vague mention or two of mess, a little angsty in some places, and I threw a corny love confession in here on accident LMAO
18+ as always, minors DNI
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âOh, heyyy, morninâ,â Blitzø murmured softly, at Stolasâs side in an instant once he blinked his eyes open. The imp lit up with a mixture of excitementâhe had hardly had a chance to speak to the other man after being reunited and it took much more than one day to resolve just how deeply he had missed himâand worry.
âMorningâŚâ Stolas mumbled groggily, rubbing at his lower pair of eyes.
âHowâre you, yâknow⌠howâre you feeling?â Blitz asked gently. âYou slept for a whiiile. Seemed like ya really needed itâŚâÂ
âMmh, did I? I feel like I could still sleep another eight hours at leastâŚâ The admission was punctuated with a few dry coughs into a sweater-covered fist.Â
âYou okay?â came the immediate concern from Blitz, followed by placing a hand over one of Stolasâs.Â
âYes, I jââ Stolas began, faltering to clear his throat and grimacing slightly at the sore sensation as he swallowed. âIâm fine, Blitz.â
âAll right. Yâ hungry? Loonie and I had pancakes earlier, but I can make you some fresh ones if you want,â Blitz offered, eager to do anything he could for him. After everything that happened over the last few months, his heart was overflowing with, well⌠love to express.Â
âThatâs very sweet,â Stolas replied with a grateful, tired smile. âPerhaps later⌠I donât feel particularly hungry right now.â
âYeahhh, thatâs fair,â Blitz hummed, interlocking their fingers. âI, uh⌠Iâm really glad youâre⌠here. Alive. Reeeeally fuckinâ scared me there for a minuteâŚâ
âI could really say the same to you, darling,â Stolas countered. That last word caused his hand to be squeezed tighter as Blitzøâs heart beat faster and flooded with warmth.
âYâknow, I, ah⌠I missed you, Stols. A lot.â
âDid you, now?â Stolasâs tone was difficult to placeâperhaps some mixture of fondness, surprise, hope, and playfulness. Despite the moment, an itchy sort of irritation bloomed in the back of his sinuses, leaving him pawing at his nose with his free hand.
âYeah. I donât think I even have the words tââ
Despite his best efforts, Stolasâs eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in an urgent breath before turning away from Blitz and ducking into his elbow with a couple of sneezes. âHuhh-ehdtschh! IHGKTSCHieww!â It sounded a little heavier than the usual airiness, as if he was too drained to even sneeze normally.
âDamn you,â Blitzø offered softly, squeezing his hand tighter again.
Sniffling in the aftermath, Stolas scrubbed at his nose a little more and cleared his throat againâtwice, actually, and not very easily. âUgh, apologies,â he muttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as Blitz made no attempt to continue his train of thought. âI⌠didnât mean to interrupt. You were sayingâŚ?â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Blitz dismissed, looking over him with eyes soft with sadness. âAre you⌠feeling okay? I-I mean, aside from⌠yâknow⌠likeâlike youâre not cominâ down with a cold or somethinâ on me here⌠are ya? You kiiinda donât sound too goodâŚâÂ
âIâm all right. You really donât need to worry so much, Blitz,â Stolas insisted, sitting up as if doing so would dissuade some of that concern. Still, he put a hand to his head as it ached slightly from the movement.
âCâmere, can Iâ? Lemme see,â Blitz murmured, hesitating for a moment before placing his free hand on Stolasâs forehead to feel him for fever. A sympathetic pout overtook him at the warmth and at the way the ex-prince leaned into his touch. âYuuup⌠you donât feel so hot to me, birdieâŚâ he announced with a click of his tongue, letting his hand run back through the owlâs feathers affectionately.
âIsnât not feeling warm a good thing here?â Stolas retorted with a raised eyebrow.
âNo, I mean âdonât feel so hotâ as in sick, Stolas. You have a fever.â
â⌠Oh. Well, I honestly wouldnât be too surprised if the loss of magic might cause some changes in temperature, you know,â Stolas mused, though he muffled a few more coughs into his sleeve.
âMaybe,â Blitz hummed, doubt obvious in his voice. âBut I think you probably just caught some shit yesterday. Unless the, like, withdrawal or whatever just happens to have the exaaact same symptoms as a cold or flu.â
âHmnh⌠I⌠I suppose youâre right,â Stolas conceded. He finally let go of Blitzâs hand and moved a little further away from him on the couch. âYou should probably keep your distance for now, then, if you donât want fall ihhhâi-ill,â he stuttered as another tickle sparked in the back of his nose, stealing his breath away into little gasps until he flinched down into the crook of his arm with the inevitable sneeze. âH-hehh! Hih! Ihhhâ! IHPTSCHHâhuu!â
âDamn yââ
Stolas hardly had a moment to sniffle before he let out a small, itchy whine or whimper as the need resurged overwhelmingly. âAnhhâ! EHTschhhiew! Ihhgkt-kTDSCHH!⌠Ihgtschâah!⌠Nguhh, s-sorryâŚâ
âYeesh,â Blitz winced. âDamn you⌠yeah, that, uh⌠that definitely sounds like a cold ya got there, Stols.â
âEvidedtly,â Stolas sighed, the word sounding awfully stuffy. Those last sneezes left him sniffling damn near every second against his running nose.
âHang on a sec,â Blitz muttered. He headed over the kitchen and pulled open a cabinet or two before finding what he was looking for. Tissue box in hand, he returned, handing it to Stolas and sitting down next to him on the couch. âHere. Somethinâ tells me youâre gonna need at least a full box or two, Sniffles.â
âOh, umb, sndff, thangk you.â Stolas took a couple of tissues into his hands and tented them around the lower half of his face, turning away from Blitz to blow his nose as softly and politely as he could manage. Afterwards, he simply held the used tissues in one of his hands, looking around the room a little with an awkward hesitance.
âWhatâs up?â Blitzø asked, tilting his head in confusion. âOh. Oh, you can just put it on the coffee table or whatever, I donât really mind.â Seeing his bird only shrink in on himself further in discomfort, averting his eyes with utter mortification at the thought, Blitz quickly changed his mind. âActually, yâknow what, never mind,â he said with a slight chuckle, getting up off the couch once more.
âOh, you donât have toââ
âNope, itâs fine,â Blitz insisted, grabbing the trash can from the kitchen and bringing it over.
âAh, uh⌠thank you.â Stolas tossed the tissues away and moved as far away from Blitz on the couch as he physically could once the imp sat back down next to him. He even pulled the blanket over his face a bit, holding it under his eyes. âYou really should keep your distance from me until Iâm well, Blitz... I think itâs quite clear Iâm rather contagious at the moment, and Iâd hate to get you sick.â
âOh, fat fucking chance âa that. Are you kidding?â Blitzø snapped, giving the other demon an incredulous look.
âI, um⌠no?â Stolas answered despite the question being rhetorical, still hiding behind the blanket.
âStolas, do you really think I give enough of a shit about maybe catching your little case of the sniffles to fuckinâ stay away from you for days after everything?â Blitz challenged.
âWell, I, ehmâŚâ
âLook, youâre outta your mind if you think Iâm not taking care of your feathered ass, mâkay? I want to. And, frankly, I think you kinda need to be taken care of a bit after what happened yesterday,â Blitz explained, voice softening more and more as he spoke. For good measure, he leaned in a little closer and gave Stolas a gentle kiss on his feverish forehead, one of the few areas not blocked by the blanket anyways. âSo, donât worry about me. Let me worry about you for a little while, all right?â
âOâŚkay,â Stolas relented, letting the blanket fall to his torso. His eyes softened before welling a little bit with tears.
âShit, did Iâdid I say something wrong?â Blitz faltered, sitting back. He fought the instinct to finish the question with âagain.â
âN-no, not at all. Itâs just⌠It truly means a lot to me, Blitz,â Stolas admitted, blinking against the forming tears. âYou havenât been doing all this just to⌠repay me, are you? Not taking it as some sort of, er⌠transactionâŚ?â he asked, fidgeting with his hands.
âWhaâ? Hell, no,â Blitz replied, âI mean, Iâm grateful, of course, and itâd be shitty of me to not try to help you with the prices you paid to save my assâŚâ He saw Stolas glance downwards, so he held his hand again. âBut thatâs not why Iâm doing any of this,â he continued, causing the owl to meet his gaze again. âI wanna do whatever I can for you because I care about you, Stolas.â
Stolasâs eyes widened and the tears finally began to overflow. He rarely fell speechless, but he couldnât risk missing a single word that Blitz spoke at the moment.
âIâm sorry it took me so long to really realize it, but Iâve cared about you so much for a long time, okay?â Blitzø emphasized, cupping Stolasâs cheek with his free hand and wiping away his tears with his thumb. âI love you, Stols.â
That drew something between a small gasp and a sob from Stolas, and if the dam had been leaking, it was shattered now, tears pouring down his round face in twin rivers. The stress of the prior day and present fever did him no favors in keeping tears at bay.
âHey, hey, hey, I gotcha,â Blitzø soothed, pulling him into a tight embrace and holding him as he sobbed over his shoulder. His heart ached in his chest from seeing Stolas cry, even if it was for something good. âI gotcha, birdie, okay? Sâokay. I know itâs been a lot to process lately. Just leeeet it out, I gotcha.â
Unfortunately, Stolasâs cold-ridden throat and lungs didnât exactly appreciate the all-consuming sobs that he shook with, and he soon found himself thrown into a rather harsh coughing fit. Though he wanted nothing more than to hold onto his beloved as tightly as he could, he let go of Blitz to bury his face into both hands, trying his best to contain the fitâand, perhaps more importantly, the germsâto ensure he didnât cough on the imp.Â
âShit. Ya caught somethinâ pretty nasty, huh? Poor bird,â Blitz fretted, rubbing circles in Stolasâs back like heâd seen M&M do with each other. He still hugged him close, but he tried to be gentle enough as to not constrict his loverâs chest at allâhe was already having enough trouble as it was.
âFuck,â Stolas gasped out, struggling to catch his breath. âIâmââ he croaked, illness stealing his voice away from him for more coughs. âIâm sorry,â he finally got out.
âHey, donât be. Youâre not doing anything wrong. Just try to take it easy, okay? Youâre gonna be okay,â Blitzø reassured gently.
After a little longer, Stolasâs coughing slowed and eased, and he was able to recover at last.
âYou good, Stols?â Blitz asked, voice hardly more than a whisper.
âYes, I-I think so,â Stolas confirmed with a sniffle, pulling away from the embrace and drying all four of his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. âI, erm⌠Iâm afraid I might not be able to find all the words I would have wanted to say right now...â
âYouâve already told me a lot of them, remember?â Blitzø remarked with a fond smile. âI know. You can say alllll the sappy shit you wanna when your brain isnât being cooked alive with stress and fever, mâkay?â
âI will,â Stolas assured with a huff of laughter. âBut, for nowâŚâ He took Blitzâs hands into his own. âI love you too, darling⌠always,â he whispered, voice overflowing with pure sincerity and warmth and⌠relief, really. To punctuate his words, he brought one of Blitzâs hands up to his beak for a tender kiss, sending an even deeper blush across the impâs cheeks. âYou know, if I werenât so disgusting right now, I would kiss you properly,â he joked, tilting his head to the side and looking down at Blitzâs lips for a moment.
âWell, then, itâs a good thing youâre not disgusting, pretty bird,â Blitzø retorted, pulling Stolas down by the collar of his borrowed sweater into a long kissânot of lust, as they had shared countless times prior, but a gentler sort of kiss.
One out of love.
Once their lips parted, Stolas smiled fondly and remarked, âWell, so much for not getting you sick, dear.â
âTotally fuckinâ worth it,â Blitz responded with a grin of his own. âIâll wash the germs down with some orange juice or whatever. Vitamin C, right?â he added with a shrug before standing up.
âI doubt itâll be quite effective enough, but it certainly doesnât hurt to give it a shot.â
âCan I, like, make you some tea or anythinâ while Iâm up? Some warm tea with honey might help a lil with that cough âa yours,â Blitzø suggested.
âThat sounds lovely,â Stolas replied warmly despite the shiver that ran down his spine. He wrapped the blanket over himself more thoroughly and sniffled.
By the time the tea was readyâginger with a hefty helping of honeyâBlitzø had already chugged a glass of orange juice and Stolas had gone through several more tissues, though neither was particularly effective. Congestion was settling into the ill owlâs sinuses, much to his discomfort, and no matter how much he tried to blow his nose, he was still hopelessly sniffly.
âHere ya go. Careful, itâs pretty hot,â Blitzø warned as he handed Stolas the mug of tea and sat down next to him again. Not too long ago would he have had no such concerns. But it was impossible to forget by now that Stolas could get hurt, and suddenly the assumptions of his powers had been replaced by a desire to, frankly, treat him like he was made of glass.
âThangk you, darliâg,â Stolas hummed gratefully. While he waited for it to cool down enough to drink, he still relished the warmth on his hands. The steam made his nose run, but that was good considering that it was easing the stuffiness that plagued him.
âYou seem real happy just holdinâ that,â Blitzø observed with a snicker.
âOh, umb, snff. Hodestly, I thingk the steambâs helpiâg loosend the congestiond idn mby, umb, snff, idn mby siduses,â Stolas explained. He blew his noseâmuch more usefully so than beforeâand resumed holding the warm mug in front of his face with both his hands.
âYeahhh, you sound like ya reeeally need that,â Blitz teased with an amused scoff. However, he quirked his brows in a mixture of concern and confusion as he noticed Stolasâs gaze grow distant and unfocused, the bird seeming a little dazed. âYou good?âÂ
Instead of replying, Stolasâs eyes screwed shut and an awfully ticklish expression overcame his delicate features as he took in a sharp, shaky inhale.
Blitzø winced and he muttered a rushed, firm, âOh, nope, gimme that,â taking the mug of tea from the other demon just beforeâ
âHehâIHDTSCHHhhiew!! Ah-hahâ! IHPTSCHhhh!! âEHDTSCHh!â Stolas sneezed into the crook of his arm, forceful and vocal, yet still remaining higher-pitched and airy. âS-sorryâŚâ he mumbled with a sniffle, voice somewhat muffled by the fabric of his sweater.
âYâknow, you donât hafta keep apologizing just for fuckinâ sneezing. Itâs not exactly like you can help it and, I mean, youâre sick⌠Thatâs kinda to be expected, donâtcha think?â Blitzø pointed out, setting the tea down safely onto the coffee table.
Stolas gave him a shy look for a moment before his eyes fluttered shut again, and he buried his face into his sleeve, even holding his arm in place with his other hand. âHehhhhh⌠eihhDTSCHhâah! Oh, heh-hehh-heavensâ ihHGKTSCHhhiew!â Those last sneezes were starting to get a bit wetter, much to his displeasure, so he plucked a few tissues from the box and pressed them to his face as his breath hitched helplessly.
âYeahhhh, Iâm glad I yoinked this shit,â Blitz commented, tapping on the ceramic mug with a clink, âfrom you before ya ended up fucking wearing it.â
âIhhh-gTSCHâuhh! âIHDtschh! âKdtshh! âKschh! âIhptshh! Fuhh-huckâ hUHâdtschhhue!âÂ
âChrist on a fuck-ing stick, Stolas. Damn you?â Blitzø faltered, grimacing in concern. âI, uh, think you mighta loosened things up a liiittle too well there.â
âPerhah-hahhpsâ hIHDTSCHhhâihh! Ahâkdtshh!⌠Ihh⌠h-hehâŚâ After a moment of indecision, he sucked in a deep, urgent breathââhiiinh!ââand pitched forward into his hands with a particularly vocal sneeze that sounded like it scraped against his sore throatâwhich it did. âIHDZZTshhyiu!â He let out a slight groan of pain and placed one of his hands over the front of his neck until the discomfort subsided.
âAwh, that last one sounded kinda like it hurt,â Blitzø cooed in sympathy, placing a comforting hand on Stolasâs back.
âOh, it didâŚâ Stolas confirmed nonchalantly. âIhHPKTSCHhâuh! Ahh-hahâEHgktschhiew!â This set of tissues was starting to get rather well used, so he wiped his running nose on them and discarded them in favor of three or four more.
âMayyybe I should drink some more orange juice after all,â Blitz contemplated, not even half joking. Part of him felt the instinct to move a little further away in hopes of avoiding the same unpleasant fate. However, the entire rest of him demanded to be as close as possible to his bird now that he was here, especially since he was feeling so poorly.
âHehâIHgtschh!â
âThis fuckinâ coldâs doinâ one hell of a number on ya, huh, birdie?â
Stolas shivered with a quite pitchy sneeze before he could respond. âIehhâdtschhiewww! Iâd, umb, really rah-hather it ndot, to be hondestâŚâ he admitted through ticklish breaths. As he felt his body be utterly overwhelmed once again, so much so that he could feel irritated tears leak from his eyes, he exhaled a run-together âohfuckââ under his breath and took in a sudden gasp of air. âEiihtSCHhh!â
âDaaamn you, sheesh. Poor baaaby,â Blitzø pitied, brushing the feathers out of his loverâs fever flushed face and letting his hand trail down to his back, remaining there as a display of comfort and concern.
âHihâkDDTsch! Iâm finde, really,â Stolas insisted, though his exhaustion was audible in his voice. âI justâ ihhPTSCHâehh! C-caahhâHTSCHhiew! Cadnât quite stop.â
âReally? You donât say,â Blitz deadpanned. âThis ainât really what Iâd call âfine,â though, Stols.â
âItâs just⌠ihh-hih!â Stolas lowered his pile of tissues a little below his nose so that he could fan lightly at his face with his other hand to encourage the prickling in his sinuses to actually amount to something rather than just uncomfortably teasing him. âIndcondvediendt, mbostly⌠huhhhh⌠hh⌠Oh, for Luciferâs s-sakeâŚâ Â
âCâmon, ya almost got it,â Blitz coaxed playfully. The reminder of having a live audience for such a mortifying little display only deepened the blush across his loverâs fever-rouged cheeks.
Fanning his face was helping the poor bird a little, but he still couldnât quite get himself over the edge. After a few more seconds of useless hitching, he sniffled and was caught off guard when that was the final straw that provoked his oh-so-irritated nerves past their breaking point at last. âEiihhhâ!!â There it was. âHeht-kTCHSHhieww!!â
âThere ya go!â
âIhhgktchiew! âhHTschiew!⌠Nguhhh, fidnallyâŚâ Stolas sighed, reveling in the overdue relief for a blissful moment. â⌠As I was sayiâg, itâs really nothiâg to, sndff, sndddff, to worry about, darliâg. JustâŚâ He trailed off a little, his voice falling distant and breathy as yet another sneeze brewed in his cold-ridden sinuses. âVery⌠t-tihhhcklyâHIHDTschhh!â It wasnât exactly an unconvincing claim by any meansâheâd been constantly proving that for quite a while now.
âItâs been, like, two full minutes at the fuckinâ least. I think âticklyâ âs kiiinda an understatement at this point,â Blitz countered with a raised eyebrow.
âFair poindtâŚâ Stolas conceded, throwing away another handful of tissues. Several seconds of silence passed, filled only by ill little sniffles.
âI donât wanna jinx you or anythinâ, but didâya finally get it all outta your system?â Blitzø asked hesitantly.
âI certaindly hope so,â Stolas huffed in response. âSnddf⌠mby ndose does still feel sombewhat, ehm, itchy, but I thingkâŚâ He scrunched up his delicate features a bit as he felt an all too familiar sensation spread down his sinuses, tickling at every millimeter of sensitive skin in its wake. âNdo, ndo, ndever mbind,â he corrected, sounding particularly fragile, âI do still ndeed to⌠enhh! Ndeed to s-sndeehhzeââ
âHow the fuck are you not out of those yet? I donât think youâre gonna have any germs left in you to spread.âÂ
Stolasâs expression fell desperate just before half of it was covered by a fresh couple of tissues. âIyhHPTCHâuhh! Ihtâtschieww! Ughh⌠huhhâ! Hihhdtsch!⌠Ehâkdtshh⌠nghhh⌠ihgtschâŚâ The fit tapered off in intensity and volume, the last few sneezes nearly as soft as a whisper, his shoulders hardly flinching with them at all.
âDamn you.â
âThangk you, darliâg,â he murmured before blowing his nose.Â
âYa good now?â Blitz checked in.
âUmbâŚâ Stolas took a moment to mull it over, giving a few experimental sniffles. âYes. I believe so.â
âHalle-fuckinâ-lujah,â Blitz scoffed. He hesitated a moment before asking, âHey, thatâs not, like⌠somehow related to losing your powers, is it? I mean, itâs not the kinda shit I woulda normally kept tabs on, buuut I donât think Iâve ever really seen you sneeze like that before.â
âItâs⌠possible,â Stolas pondered. âI donât think we could really know for certain, but this does seem to be, um, snddff, coming on rather strong, and quite quickly at that.â
âSure seems like it, yeah.â
âIt could be exacerbated because Iâm in a, ahm⌠more weakened state than Iâm used to or the, well, stress, but it might just be a particularly dreadful cold,â Stolas mused before blowing his nose yet again.
âMayyybe all of the above. Iâm gonna see if Loonie can pick up some more tissues and shit after work,â Blitz decided, grabbing his phone and entering into his text history with Loona. âI get the feeling youâre gonna need a lotta them.â
âYou will too if you insist on staying this close to me all day, you know,â Stolas pointed out with a fond smirk. His tea was plenty cool enough to drink now, so he sipped at it slowly, relishing the warm drink of ginger and honey on his sore throat.
âYâknow what? Good point, actually, Iâll text her to get extra,â Blitz replied with a slight chuckle, beginning to draft a message. âDâyou want anything else from the store? Any, like, specific kinda tea or meds or soup or anythinâ?â
âOh, ehm⌠perhaps a few things, if itâs not too much trouble,â came the shy but appreciative answer.
Once that was settled, Loona replied:
<[sure. u sick?]
[stols sick]>
[bd cld prob]>
<[ah shit. tell him i hope he feels better]
[he says thx]>
[b crful hr when u get back]>
[im prob gnna gt it 2]>
[but dnt wan u to gt sick]>
<[yikes]
<[thx for the heads up]
<[gl dad]
[<333]>
Any time Loona called Blitz âdad,â it brought a wide warm smile to his face. âAll set,â he announced. âYou sure I canât interest you in some soup or anythinâ in the meantime?â
âI suppose so,â Stolas agreed.
âGood,â Blitz hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the otherâs forehead before frowning and feeling the warm skin with his hand. âWe should probably take your temp too. Doesnât seem too bad, but I still wanna get a number on this shit pronto.â With that, he stood and headed to the kitchen.
âItâs probably best to wait until after I eat then,â Stolas noted. After a few wet coughs directed into his fist, he drank some more tea in hopes of soothing his throat. Clearing his throat, he continued, âItâs recommended to wait a little while after eating or drinking since it can bias the results, and, wellâŚâ He trailed off, taking another sip of his tea to demonstrate.
âEh, makes sense, I guess,â Blitzø conceded with a shrug. He filled a bowl with a canned chicken noodle soup with star-shaped noodlesâwhich was not originally bought for Stolas, but was bought because it reminded Blitz of him.
After I.M.P.âs mission to Antarctica in the middle of a blizzard, all three assassins had come down with quite terrible colds, and when Blitz saw the little star designs while picking up some soup⌠He couldnât resist, not when he had been missing Stolas so, so deeply. Fortunately, he still had extras to share, albeit only because he may or may not have bought every single can of it they had at that grocery store at the time.
While the soup warmed in the microwave, he opened a kitchen cabinet and retrieved a box of crackers. His lips curled into a playful, self-satisfied grin, and he looked over to Stolas and got his attention. âHey, Stols?â
âYes?â Stolas asked, meeting his gaze from over his mug of tea.
âPolly want a cracker~?â Blitz asked teasingly. He shook the box like it was a bag of dog treats.
At the silly little joke, Stolas scoffed in some mixture of fond exasperation and amusement that left a smile lingering on his beak. âYes, honestly, that sounds lovely with some soup,â he replied.
âHah! Knew it,â came the unwarranted boast in return, quickly followed by the sounds of crackers falling into a bowl.
The soup was sufficiently hot a minute later, so Blitzø brought it and the bowl of crackers over to the coffee table, rejoining his lover on the couch. âAight, here ya go,â he hummed as he set everything down. His voice lowered into something between a warning and lighthearted teasing as he added, âAnd I fuckinâ swear to Satan, Stols, if I have to stop you from spilling this shit like beforeââ
âOh, settle down, it was fine,â Stolas protested, embarrassment rouging his cheeks.
âIt was sooo not,â Blitzø insisted with a sweep of his hand through the air.Â
âOh. These are fun,â Stolas remarked as he held up a spoonful of the soup that contained one of its star-shaped noodles. âI actually have something quite similar, myself, at hââ His jovial tone suddenly wilted away on his tongue as it came to mind that he had lost his lifelong home. He broke eye contact and cleared his throat, his gaze falling back down to the soup, which he set back down on the table. â⌠Had at the, ehm⌠palace,â he corrected, trailing off a little and blinking against the slight wetness forming in his eyes, but clearly attempting to steel himself against the thoughts that swirled through his head anew.Â
â⌠Well, Iâm glad I have something ya like, then,â Blitzø replied with a small, reassuring smile. âYou wanna maybe watch a movie or anythinâ, Stolas?â he suggested, knowing damn well that he, himself, had kept himself distracted from emotional distress with media many a time, the most recent being while he wasnât on speaking terms with the bird in front of him.
âReally?â Stolas blurted out, looking over at the imp with wide eyes filled with surprise and a hint of hope.
âY-Yeah, if you wanna, I have plenty âa bangers here,â Blitz responded, caught a little off guard.
An absolute tidal wave of excitement and joy flooded over Stolas, his hands raising up to cover his mouth with his fingertips as he smiled widely. Although many could have considered it a somewhat insignificant activity, he had daydreamed of having a little movie night with Blitz for quite some time, and his heart raced in his feathered chest at getting to have so much time spent nonsexually together with his beloved.Â
âYeahh, Iâm taking that as a âyes,ââ Blitz chuckled, heart melting a little at the adorable sight. âWhatâre ya in the mood for?â he asked.
âOh, I donât mindâanythingâs fine, really. Perhaps something romantic or⌠one of your personal favorites?â Stolas answered hurriedly, his grin extremely audible in his voice.
âI mean, if you want my favorite, I couuuld show you the fuckinâ best movie of all time in any realm ever,â Blitzø tempted, a smile spreading across his face as well.
âThat sounds lovely!â Stolas agreed immediately. He closed his hands into loose fists that he shook back and forth a little in overflowing excitement, accompanied by avian cheeps that were hardly more than small squeaks as he looked between Blitz and the TV over and over again as the imp queued up the movie, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.
However, once the movie was ready to begin, Blitz set the remote down and began, âAll right, hold up, before we watch though, StolasâŚâ
âHm?â
Blitzâs expression melted like a chocolate covered strawberry in a loverâs mouth, and he cupped Stolasâs cheek with one hand and rested the other on his forearm. âCâmere for a sec, birdie, youâre being wayyy too fucking cute over there, and that canât fuckinâ stand,â he murmured softly, pulling him in for a gentle, tender kiss that lasted for several seconds. Stolasâs arms found their way around Blitz once more, his hands on the back of the otherâs head and just below his shoulder.
When the kiss ended, Stolas cooed owlishly and nuzzled down against his horns affectionately, Blitz joining in immediately. As they pulled away, they shared a meaningful, adoring look, Stolasâs pale pupils even shifting into the shape of hearts.
âYou gotta stop being so adorable on me here, pretty bird. I kinda canât take this shit,â Blitz whispered, hand still cupping Stolasâs cheek.
Stolas leaned into his touch with another avian little trill. âYouâre one to talk,â he countered softly.
âHow am I gonna focus on the movie, huh?â Blitz asked rhetorically, guiding him in for another delicate kiss.
And yet, the second their noses brushed against each other, Stolas lost the kiss as his lips parted with a ticklish hitch. His nostrils flared a bit as the brief contact sent irritation spreading up his currently oh-so-sensitive nasal passages. Gentle but firm, he pushed Blitz away from him with one hand on his shoulder, bringing his other up to fan at his face for a brief moment as he turned away.
âHehhh-IHGTschh!â he sneezed into his hand, desperate and vocal even in the initial inhale, his grip tightening a little on Blitzâs shoulder to steady himself.
âAaaand thatâs how,â Blitzø joked with an amused scoff.
âEihh-huhâ! IHDTschieww! Sorry, Iâhih! D-didnât mean tooohâhah-aahâ!â Stolas tried to control his breathing long enough to get the apology out, but his body had other priorities. He removed his hand from Blitzâs shoulder so he could bury his face into both of his palms. âEhhtschhieww! âIHPTSCH! Didnât mbeand to, uhhhm⌠huhh-hih! Ruin the mbombedt⌠ehhâkTSHH!âÂ
âAinât your fault,â Blitz reassured with a chuckle. âDamn you.â
âTh-hhangk y-youâeHDTschieww! Ughhh, fuckâŚâ Stolas sighed in relief as his shoulders finally relaxed. Even after several wet sniffles, he didnât lower his hands from his face.
âYou done?â Blitz asked, quirking his eyebrows in confusion.
âYes, I just, umbâŚâ He trailed off and turned yet further away from Blitz, cheeks burning with a healthy dose of humiliation.
âOhh,â Blitz hummed in realization. He snickered and insisted, âOh, câmon, itâs fine. I literally blow peopleâs fuckinâ brains out for a living.â Being met with no response other than continual thick sniffles, he got off the couch and nudged the tissue box on the coffee table closer to Stolas. âYâknowww, I need popcorn for the movie anyway,â he decided, heading into the kitchen to give his bird a moment to tidy himself up without an audience. He took a little more time to procure his snack than need be, and brought back a bowl for Stolas too.
âYou ready to watch?â Blitz asked once he returned.
âOh, um, yes,â Stolas agreed before taking another bite of his soup. As Blitz held out one of the two bowls of popcorn to him, he shook his head a little. âI think Iâm all set already, but thank you, darling.â
âAight, more for me,â Blitz shrugged, before happily shoveling an ungodly amount of the fluffy snack into his maw.
âShall we?â Stolas prompted, gesturing towards the TV.
âOh, you bet your pretty little ass we fuckinâ shall,â Blitz practically purred. He leaned back onto the couch, resting his head behind his hand, and shrugged. âI gotta warn you though, Stols, youâre about to get your. Shit. Fucking. Rocked. All right? Yâ understand me here?â
Stolas stifled a laugh behind his hand and replied, âI seeââ
âNo, you donât. Ya canât understand this shit till you see it, âkay?â Blitz refuted.
âHigh praise indeed.â
âDamn right, itâs what it deserves,â Blitz affirmed.
Stolas giggled a little at the enthusiasm, but it quickly dissolved into a coughing fit directed into his fist that drained his smile into a weary grimace as he shook slightly with it. At the tail end of it, he sucked in a hissing breath at the surge of pain in his sore throat as some coughs scraped against it. At least another spoonful of warm soup helped soothe the soreness a little.Â
âYou okay?â Blitz asked, eyes softening.
âYes⌠or, well, as âokayâ as one could be given the circumstances, I suppose,â Stolas admitted with a tired smile.
âHey, thatâs all I could ask for, birdie,â Blitz assured. He wrapped the blanket around Stolas a little cozier and leaned against his shoulder, his lover resting his head against his horns in turn, and pressed play on the TV remote.
For the first 12 minutes of the movie, Stolas watched with apt attention, seeming quite invested and engrossed in every scene, even softly exclaiming an âoh. Oh, dearâ at one particularly tense moment. While those minutes were filled with an alternation of running commentary from Blitz and âshhh, shut up a sec, this is a really good partâs from him as well, it was remarkable that he had waited over ten minutes without asking for Stolasâs current opinion on it⌠but he didnât make it to 15.
âSoooo⌠whatcha think so far?â Blitzø prompted, an almost childlike quality to his excited tone, awaiting his answer with an unwavering gaze and his tail swinging back and forth behind him not unlike a dog might wag their own tail.
âOh! Hmm. WellâŚâ Stolas began, contemplating the question as deeply as he could since it was obvious that his response was important to Blitz. âWeâve only just started, really, but so far, Iâve been enjoying it quite a bit!â His loverâs smile widened and his tail began moving faster as the bird continued, âThe animation is rather expressive and fun to watchâvery fascinating how theyâve chosen to draw the horses, especially, since many prefer to simplify their forms a great deal. The characters and their dynamics are entertaining. What weâve seen of the story seems engaging, and I am interested in seeing how it progresses. Iâm sure Iâll have more detailed thoughts as the movie progresses, if youâd like, but yes, I quite like it so far.â
âThatâŚâ Blitz took his hand in both of his own. â⌠Was the hottest thing youâve ever fucking said to me,â he murmured with an enamored smirk. It wasnât a lie, but the term he actually meant was more along the lines of endearingââhottestâ was more easily accessible to him, though, and it wasnât inaccurate either.
âOh, um⌠is it really?â Stolas faltered, blinking in surprise. Any more words were stolen from his beak by Blitzâs lips as he was pulled tenderly into a kiss, feeling the impâs fingers lose themselves in the feathers on the back of his head.
âKinda, yeah,â Blitz admitted with a shrug. âBut no one Iâve showed it to has ever liked it much aside from Millie, sorta, and I-I mean, Verosika, I fuckinâ guess, but mostly just âcause I liked it so much, yâknow? Hardly anyone else has actually been into it at all âcause they have shit taste or whatever, apparently.â
âI see. Well, rest assured that I do like it for what it is⌠at least for the first 15 minutes weâve gotten to so far,â Stolas stated with a small fond smile. He let out a soft âoh!â as he found himself suddenly pulled down into another kiss. Chuckling in its aftermath, he asked, âAre you sure you wonât regret all this tomorrow when you end up ill?â
âNo,â Blitz answered simply.
âIâwellâŚâ Stolas faltered, blinking in confusion. ââNoâ as in you arenât sure or ânoâ as in you wonât regret it?âÂ
âEh, one of those,â Blitz replied with a shrug. âProbably both, honestly.â
âHm. Fair enough.â He snuggled even closer.
Halfway through the movie, Blitzø paused itâat an acceptable moment where it wouldnât impede the full experience to himâand turned to his lover with a suggestion.
âOh, wait, hang on a sec. We should reeeally check in on the fever cookinâ that birdbrain âa yours,â Blitz began, pausing to tap Stolas on the foreheadâmore of a poke, really, that resulted in all four vermillion eyes blinking in surprise. He continued, âSooner than later. Itâs probably been long enough for that shit, ainât it? To, like, take your temp without the reading being kindaâŚâ He twirled his hand a few times as he searched for the right phrasing before simply shrugging and ending up with, â⌠fucky or whatever?â
âOh, um, yes, it should be!â Stolas affirmed, though he seemed a little⌠hesitant. Nervous, perhaps? âAlthough, I doubt itâll tell us anything we donât already know. Itâs just a touch of cold, nothing to worry about, darling.âÂ
âI mean, itâll just take a sec, sooo⌠why not?â Blitz retorted, quirking his eyebrows in suspicion. Now, while he had quite the poor track record of reading Stolasâs true feelings and intentions in the past, he was starting to get much better at it, and he had plenty of experience with Stolas backtracking like this to know when there was prooobably some underlying reason behind it that he wasnât spilling.
âWell⌠weâre in the middle of the movie. Thereâs no need to interrupt it, now, is there?â Stolas persisted with a placating smile.
âI already did,â Blitz countered with a gesture towards the paused television screen. âSo, whatâs the problem?â As Stolas opened his mouth to respond, the imp cut him off, preemptively clarifying, âThe actual problem, Stols.â
Stolas sighed. âI suppose I just⌠I donât want you to have reason to worry more than you already are,â he admitted, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. â⌠And Iâm not so sure I want the reminder of being so⌠fragile all of a sudden.â He shrank in on himself a little further, holding the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter.
âOh... Stolas, câmon, thatâs fuckinâ bullshit,â Blitzø dismissed. Realizing he came off slightly harsher than he intended, he quickly added, âI mean⌠look, Iâm gonna worry about you no matter what right now, âkay? And that ainât a bad thing. Itâs better to just know how youâre actually feeling. I donât want you downplaying shit or anything, all right?â
â⌠All rightâŚâ
âI know it kinda sucks, but⌠youâre gonna be sick whether or not a little piece of fuckinâ plastic spits out some number. Sooo, ya gonna let me take care of my birdie or what?â
âI suppose I should,â Stolas relented softly, resting his head against Blitzâs shoulder and smiling at being referred to as his at long last.Â
âHey, now, thatâs what I like to hear!â Blitzø remarked triumphantly. He pressed a brief kiss to Stolasâs cheek before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the thermometer, returning a minute later with the little digital device in hand. âAight, say âahâ or whatever the the fuck,â he instructed, holding out the metal-tipped end of the thermometer.
Despite giving the imp a blatantly unimpressed look, Stolas went along with it, opening his beak and humming an âaaahâ that, upon the thermometer being shoved way too far into his mouth, quickly deteriorated into an owlish squawk of distress and a series of coughs that started out dry and uncovered but ended wet and directed into his fist. Now, normally, his gag reflex was essentially nonexistentâmuch to Blitzâs⌠satisfactionâhowever, his throat was already quite irritated, barely in a flimsy state of peace to begin with, so it didnât exactly appreciate the sudden jab to say the very least.
âShit, sorry,â Blitzø muttered with a wince, taking a step back. â⌠You good?â
âYeââ The poor bird couldnât even get a single word out until at least another 15 seconds of coughing. Once he was finally able to recover, he let out a somewhat miserable-sounding groan. It took him a couple of attempts to successfully clear his throat. âIâm fine,â he reassured at last.
âGood, uh⌠my bad⌠Leeetâs try this again, shall we?â Blitz prompted, holding out the thermometer again.
âOh, just give me that already!â Stolas snapped in exasperation, snatching the thermometer straight from the other demonâs hand and gently placing it under his tongue⌠how it was supposed to be used. Frankly, it was almost impressive how badly Blitz had somehow managed to fuck it up. He folded his arms, but his pout easily dissolved into a small smile just looking at the imp in front of him. Even so, he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the device to finish, still feeling a bit anxious about its prospective results.
Blitzø, to be fair, was worried about the results as well. He tried to play it off, but his tail made it quite obvious by flicking back and forth behind him. Regardless, he felt it best not to just stare and watch as the half-minute passed by extraordinarily slowly. All of a sudden, he found himself quite inclined to inspect certain scratches in the coffee table, the frozen frame of Spirit on the TV, the pretty pattern of light shining through both the winter clouds and the windows⌠Yet, he was immediately pulled out of his attempts to busy himself by a sound, but not the one he was waiting forârather, the sharp, shaky stutter of breath that he was starting to get very used to hearing from a certain someone juuust before heâ
âHiehHhâ! Ihâkkt!â
Yup. Sure enough, Blitz looked back to see Stolas hunching in on himself with a well-stifled sneezeâmuch more in line with what the imp had typically observed of him in the past, actually, as long as he wasnât too overwhelmed to contain and minimize it as best he could, but Stolas had been quite literally too sick and tired to bother todayâone hand ensuring the thermometer stayed in place and the other pressed firmly against his cold-rouged nares. ^
âOh, damn you⌠I⌠I think? To be honest, Iâm not 100% sure that shit counted as a real sneeze, yâknow,â Blitz joked. Instead of the usual âugh, thank you, darlingâ he tended to get in response, all he was met with were a few hazy blinks of dimly-glowing eyesâonly the lower two, at that, his secondary set of eyes still squeezed shut in irritation, though it seemed it wouldnât take long until the remaining two flickered closed as wellâbefore his eyebrows drew together in an unsteady, unstable sort of desperation, and his expression crumbled despite his attempts to placate his nose by pressing the side of his hand harder against it.
âHhâgkkt! âmmkxt!â
âYeeesh, damn you again. Thaaatâs starting to sound a little painful thereâŚâ Blitz began hesitantly with a sympathetic wince. âYâsure you donât wanna just, like⌠let it out normally or whatever instead of waiting for that fuckinâ thing toââ
Apparently, threats worked, since the thermometer interrupted him by emitting a few high-pitched beeps to signal that it was done processing.
Blitz quickly changed his tune, correcting in what seemed almost like offense, âWell, never fuckinâ mind, I guess. Speak of the Devil and all that shit.â
Much less able to provide any sort of snark in the moment, Stolas took the thermometer out of his mouth, holding it a little bit away from him and ducking into the crook of his other arm. âIehhâdTSCHH! Eh⌠hehhâ! ITSCHhue! Ughhh⌠Hh-hih⌠hyihhh!â
â⌠Look, I wanna see what the thermometer ended up with, buuut are you gonna fuckinâ sneeze on me if I come within a one foot radius?â
Stolas shook his head in response, albeit it wasnât overly convincing as his breath still jumped in his chest and he buried his face into the sleeve of his borrowed sweater once again, muffling more illness-induced sneezes into the knitted fabric. âHeht-mKTSHhiew! Ihdtsch!â However, he did hold the thermometer out further away from him, at least, which was quite helpful!
âOookay, lemme just,â Blitz mumbled to himself, hesitating another second before quickly taking the thermometer and pulling his hand back like heâd just touched a hot stove. After looking at the little display for a moment, he smiled in relief. âOh. Well, whaddya know, thatâs actually not high at all,â he announced in a much more upbeat tone. âLooks like ya might be gettinâ off a little easier than we thought, and I know a lot about getting you off, soâŚâ He smirked and trailed off with a shrug.
âOh, really?â Stolas asked as he rubbed at his nose, hope practically radiating from his voice.
âYeah, itââ
âOhâheh!âfor fuckâs sake,â Stolas murmured under his breath, which was starting to catch yet again as his sinuses still protested their very existence, apparently. He grabbed a tissue, but kept scrubbing at his nares with his other hand in futile hopes of soothing his nose into passivity. Unfortunately, but predictably, his efforts were to no avail, and he felt all pretenses of control slip from his grasp as the growing irritation in his sinuses became overwhelming, causing his breath to flutter in his feathered chest despite his attempts to steady it. âIâmb terribly sorry, give mbe aah-hahhâŚâ
âA moment?â Blitz guessed with a snicker. âYeahhh, tell ya what, you can have a few of those on the fuckinâ house,â he joked, folding his arms and watching with a sympathetic grimace as Stolas turned further away from him and buried his face into the tissue in his hands.
âHehh-hhgk! IHPTschieww! Huhh⌠uhh! IHDTschhh! âkTSHhh!⌠Nguhh, beg your pardond, darliâg⌠I really mbust apologize for all the, umb, sndff, indterruptionds.â He cringed a little at the horribly congested sound of his voice and softly blew his nose not once but twice before composing himself once more.Â
âLook, I usually like it when you beg, buuut ya know ya donât have to apologize just for beinâ sick, right?â Now that his worries had been abated somewhat, Blitzøâs tongue was free to grow a little bit sharper, a little more playful as was his standard, but the question came across as wholly genuine nonetheless. Frankly, he meant it quite literally. He kind of had a feeling that, at least on some level, Stolas did believe that he had to apologize for any impropriety or lack of composureâreally that he felt a need to minimize himself for the preferences of others in general. ^
A little too enthusiastically to be believable, Stolas agreed, âRight, sorrââŚâ He cut himself off, averting his gaze in some insecurity from proving Blitzâs point immediately and clearing his throat. âW-Well, you know what they say about old habits,â he remarked rather sheepishly with a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck. âBut that aside, the, erm⌠the fever, dear?â
âOh, yeah, it just said 111.7. Not high at all right now, so thatâs pretty good,â Blitzø announced casually, sitting back down onto the couch and leaning back against his arm.
A flicker of confusion crossed Stolasâs fair features, quickly replaced by disappointment and reluctance as he faltered, âOh, ehm⌠hmm⌠I⌠I hate to put a damper on things, Blitz, but I run colder than most imps, remember? Demons tend to run hotter the lower the ring?â
âOhhh⌠riiiight,â Blitz winced. âWhatâs⌠Whatâs your normal at, again?â he asked hesitantly, tapping his fingers against his lap as a wave of anxiety washed over him anew.
âAbout 107.8 on a typical day. So, this fever would be roughly equivalent to, ehm⌠around 114.9°F for you, probably.â
Honestly, a part of Blitz was almost distracted for a moment, impressed that Stolas was able to keep numbers straight in his head while feverish. However, the utter riptide of concern took precedence. âOh, shit⌠Youâre really not feeling so good, huh, pretty bird?â he murmured. His eyes softened and his voice naturally fell into that oh-so-gentle sincerity once again, a rare honor that few others witnessed in⌠perhaps over a decade by now.Â
âNo, I⌠Iâm really not,â Stolas admitted, shoulders slumping. âTruthfully, Iâve been feeling worse and worse as the dayâs gone on, and itâll likely only get worse, still, for at least another day or two before even starting to improve. And itâs very⌠strange. To experience this sort of thing without the benefits of, um, of my magic, I mean⌠It feels different.â
âDifferent in what way?â
âWorse?â Stolas offered with a halfhearted smile. âMore intense, I suppose, since Iâm used to beingâŚâ The word âstrongerâ stuck to his tongue like a sour tasteâa bitter truthâbut he pointedly ignored it. âA little more durable, if you will. It could be that any ailment or injury might prove to be a bit more troublesome than before since that⌠protection has been lost. Without it, I think I just feel more⌠exposed?âŚâ He pulled the blanket a little tighter over his shoulders, his eyes drifting to the floor. âVulnerableâŚ?â he mumbled, hardly audible.
âYeah, that⌠really doesnât sound like a good time,â Blitz acknowledged sadly, heart aching from seeing someone he loved so⌠hurt. Satan, he could tell that his lover was tryingâand half-succeeding, to his creditâto suppress shivers despite the blanketâs warmth. It tracked given the fever, but that didnât make it any less worrying. âI mean, I donât have the power to, like⌠re-magic your immune system and all that, but weâll work on that,â he assured gently, giving a small smile. âAnd in the meantime, I still got a few tricks up my sleeve.â
âSuch asâŚ?â Stolas asked.
Blitzø found his way under the blanket and wrapped his arms around the other man, cuddling up to him and nuzzling against his shoulder and cheek. âWell, first of all, youâre fucking shaking. You feelinâ cold?â
âQuite,â Stolas answered, holding him closer and melting into the embrace. He muffled a few hoarse coughs into his fist before adding, âEverythingâs been starting to ache a bit tooâŚâ
âYeahhh, fevers are a bitch like that,â Blitz sighed, wrapping his tail around Stolasâs waist. âI can getâcha another blanket if you want.â
âMmh⌠perhaps something light would be best. My temperatureâs already been rising rather quickly since last night, evidently. I donât want to encourage it any further.â
âThatâs probably a good idea, yeah. How âbout we also get some Tyhellnol in ya or somethinâ? Get that fever âa yours down a little, help with the aches, all that good stuff?â
âThat would be nice,â Stolas agreed, already beginning to relax more again and feeling warmed by the impâs body heat, albeit still shivering a little.
âDamn right it would be. And Loonieâs gonna be bringing some more shit home pretty soon, so we got plenty âa options for whatever ya might need,â Blitz reminded, running his hand through his loverâs feathers before cupping his fever-flushed cheek. âBesides, just âcause this shit came on pretty fast doesnât mean itâs gonna get way worse⌠and even if it does, youâll still end up okay. Iâll make sure of that, all right? Itâs gonna be fine, Stols,â he soothed, voice hardly above a whisper.
Blitz knew there was far, far more weighing on the poor bird than just whatever flu or other ailment he had picked up, and a high-grade fever surely wasnât helping the emotional aftermath of everything that happened the previous day, especially since he was already struggling with the feeling of powerlessness. Hell, Blitz was pretty certain that he couldnât even fully understand what was lostâsome of it, perhaps, but much of it was so outside his realm of familiarity to begin with. So, he did his best to comfort as much as possible, trying to make things a little brighter and a little less scary, if he could.
Stolas sighed in relief, feeling the slightest sensation of tears forming in his eyes. âThank you, Blitz⌠I hope you are right,â he murmured, holding him tight like a buoy in the storm.
âWhen arenât I?â Blitz joked with faux vanity.
âWellllâŚâ Stolas began teasingly, trailing off.
âOkay, hey, fuck you, that wasnât an actual question and you know that damn well, bitch,â Blitz retaliated, his tone playful and without the slightest drop of venom.Â
In response, Blitz was met with a snicker that quickly dissolved into a few soft, owlish giggles that were even more contagious to the imp than the illness that was already starting to make his throat feel sore. Almost immediately, though, Stolas choked a little on the laugh, directing a small series of hoarse coughs into his fist.
Once Stolas had recovered and cleared his throat, Blitz prompted, âSoooo⌠drugs and another blanket?â
âYes, please, dear.â
âAre you feelinâ up to finishing the movie orrr dâyou just wanna try to get some more sleep or somethinâ?â Blitz checked in, untangling himself from his lover and the blanket so he could stand up and stretch. âYouâre lookinâ pretty fuckinâ tired.â
âI am, but Iâd prefer to keep watching the movie,â Stolas decided, wrapping the blanket around him tighter now that his personal heater was absent.
âEyy, man after my own heart,â Blitzø called back as he walked into the kitchen. As he sifted through a cabinet, he cringed a little as it occurred to him that heâd intended that as a joke, but it was⌠true in many senses, really.
After a moment, Blitz returned, setting a Belphegor-branded bottle of Tyhellnol and a glass of water down on the coffee table. âAight, here ya go. Down, I think⌠two of those, it said?â he instructed, picking the medicine back up and squinting at the label for a sec before setting it down again. âYeah, two. And if youâre still feelinâ shitty in, like, six hours, we can getâcha another dose, âkay?â
âAh, thank you,â Stolas replied, taking two tablets and drinking several gulps of water in hopes of staying hydrated. Upon swallowing, he grimaced in pain.
âThroat still sore, huh?â Blitz asked as he brought over a thin red blanket patterned with black silhouettes of horses and wrapped it around his ill lover before sitting next to him.
âUnfortunately,â Stolas groaned in confirmation. âIâm starting to get a bit of a headache as well,â he lamented wearily, rubbing at his eyes and his temples.
âAwh⌠poor birdie. Câmere,â Blitz tutted, gently guiding him closer with one hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his round cheek, which visibly squished a little against his palm. Then, he placed a delicate kiss on his fever-warm forehead and another between his top two eyes. âThis any better?â he asked, snuggling up under the blankets with him.
âMuchâŚâ came the immediate, fond agreement with a content smile. However, hardly a few seconds later, he felt that all-too-familiar irritation begin brewing deep in his sinuses again, prickling away at the ticklish skin and over-sensitive nerves. He sniffled a couple of times and pulled away from Blitz, explaining, âSorry, one moment, darling. I think I n-hihh⌠need to⌠iehhâŚâ
âYouuuu gonna sneeze or what?â It was half a genuine question and half a prompt to get on with it already.
âUmm⌠possibly,â Stolas answered, fanning a little at his face with both hands. âHopefully, but Iâm not⌠s-sure⌠ahh-hahh⌠hiiih!â He took in a long, desperate breath that even sounded anticipatory, burying his face into his hands as his eyes flickered shut. And yet, he teetered on the precipice for a moment, taking in another stutter of breath here and there, his delicate features tensed in need for relief. âHeh-ehhhâŚ?â
âCâmonnn, you can do it,â Blitz teased impatiently with an amused smirk. âMovieâs not gonna wait all day.â
âIâmâihh! T-trying⌠I just⌠hehh-hh?⌠Ughh, canât quite seem to sneezeâŚâ Stolas muttered, pawing at his nose.
âYeahhh, no shit, Stols. I can tell.â
âOh, shut up. Itâs anhh-hah!âŚâ That hitching breath was really more of a whine than anything. â⌠Itâs a rather frustrating sensation.â
âSure, but ya gotta admit itâs still a liiiittle bit funny seeinâ you get blue-balled by a fuckinâ sneeze,â Blitz insisted with a snicker.
âFunny for you, perhaps, but itâs⌠it's⌠eihhh⌠sndff, sndfff⌠uncomfortable and quite ihh-itchyâŚâ Stolas complained, his sinuses still burning with need and a tension wavering throughout his body over the indecision.
âYeah, looks like it.â
Stolas tried rubbing his nose against his forearm a little, hoping that the touch of his soft feathers might be able to finally tease out the stubborn sneeze. Every little bit of fluff tickled like mad, some even brushing inside his twitching nostrils.
âHehh⌠f-fuckâŚâ Almost there, he could feel it. Just a little more slight sweeping of his feathers back and forth against his nares.
âHuh-ahhhâŚâ Alllmost, justâ
âHehhh!â
One of his feathers poked a little further back into his agitated nasal passages, and he was sure he would come undone at last. âHiiihdtâ!âŚâ Come on, come onâŚ
âAhâ!âŚâ Oh, not againâŚ
After another second, he let out a sigh, groaning in dissatisfaction. âUghhh⌠by all the seven sins.â
âDo ya⌠need some help over there?â Blitz asked with a raised eyebrow.
âWhy, sndff, what do you have in mind?â Stolas asked warily.
âEh, somethinâ reeeally stupid, probably,â Blitz admitted with a shrug. With that, he gently cupped his loverâs cheek with one hand and guided him into a long kiss.
Stolas wasnât sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasnât that.
However, just as it had earlier, the brushing and rubbing of their noses against one another did seem to get Stolasâs a little more worked up, his illness-reddened nostrils flaring in protest. Furthermore, every time Blitz exhaled through his nose, the slight rush of air tickled. Combined with the surprise and distraction of the kiss itself, it actually worked after a few seconds. Blitz pulled away as he felt Stolasâs chest fill with air against his own.
âEihhhâihHGKTSHhhiew!! Ehhdtschh!â Stolas sneezed desperately, directed down at his lap since it came on a little too suddenly and overwhelmingly to coverâafter all, his body had cried wolf so many times that he wasnât sure if it would actually go through with the reflex this time. At least he was able to fully turn away and bury his face into a handful of tissues after the first two sneezes.
âThere ya go, fuckinâ finally. Keep goinâ, get it all outta your system,â Blitzø instructed as if Stolas had a choice in the matter.
âIhhh-hiiihâ! IHDT-shiewww! HehtâKTSHhh!⌠HuhhâŚ? IHPTschhhâah!⌠Ihshh!âŚâ Stolas sniffled a few times into his tissues and let out a long, indulgent sigh of overdue relief. Then, he wiped his running nose and blew it once.
âDamn ya,â Blitz offered with a scoff of amusement. âBetter?â
âIndescribably so,â Stolas replied sincerely. âI see, now, what you meant about it being a âstupid idea.â It⌠really was. I canât believe that worked.â
âWellll, kissinâ like that set ya off earlier, figured it might do it again,â Blitz elaborated with a shrug.
âHmm. Well, ehm⌠thank you, I suppose,â Stolas responded, feeling a bit awkward and⌠mortified. âDo you, um⌠Do you want to finish the movieâŚ?â he prompted hesitantly, casting a gesture towards the television.
âI thought youâd never ask,â Blitz replied with a smile, getting comfortable and cuddly once more, leaning his head back against Stolasâs shoulder and feeling the bird rest his own head against his horns, before finally pressing the play button on the TV remote.
They continued like that relatively uninterruptedâsave for some coughs and sneezes here and thereâuntil about ten minutes before the end of the movie, when the front door was unlocked with a jingle of keys, and Loona entered the apartment with a shopping bag in one hand.
âHey,â she greeted, but stopped short in her tracks when she saw the TV, recognizing the movie immediately. âOh, no, heâs making you watch this shit too?â she asked with a groan, burying her face in her free hand.
âWell, first of all, welcome back, sweetie,â Blitz began, sweet as honey. âSecondly, Iâll have you know, he actually likes it, ainât that right, Stols?â he prompted with folded arms, keeping his gaze on Loona as he waited for Stolas to back him up⌠and kept waiting. â⌠Stolas?â Blitz turned to see what was up.
âHehhhhâIHDTSCHhiewww! Ihktshâeh!â Stolas sneezed into yet another tissue.
⌠Well, that answered that question.Â
âOh. Damn you,â Blitz said, placing a hand on his shoulder protectively.
Sniffling and clearing his throat, Stolas chimed in, âUm, yes, sorry, I thought it was rather charming.â
âHuh. Congrats on finding another fuckinâ dork, Dad,â Loona teased. âNo offense, of course, your highnââ She trailed off quickly, cringing at using a title that he so painfully and recently lost. âUhh, S-Stolas,â she corrected with an awkward hand gesture, ears flattening to their sides.
âNone taken,â Stolas reassured with a small smile.
âHow are you feelingâŚ?â Loona inquired.
âNot my best, Iâm afraid, but on the mend and all that,â Stolas answered, downplaying it a little on instinct, especially with someone he hadnât spoken to a whole lot yet.
âSorry to hear it. I⌠got the stuff you guys wanted. Hope it helps,â she offered, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter.
âOh, thank you,â Stolas hummed gratefully.
âThanks, Loonie,â Blitz echoed with a sentimental smile. âHowâd work go today? Did M&M end up goinâ on any missions?â
âYeah, they did. It went well!â Loona assured. âKilled some asshole baker in a small town who was poisoning some of the food he sold.â
âOh. Oh, my,â Stolas fretted with a wince.
âYeah. Got a surprise two-for-one deal with his girlfriend though,â Loona continued, âsome corpo exec on vacation for the holiday season. Apparently, she worked in insurance. I think Moxxie said it was like⌠theyâd make a sale with someone who wanted another person deadââ
âI respect it,â Blitz interrupted, running an assassination business himself.
âFor the insurance payout. Heâd give them a poisoned cupcake or whatever, off the books, and sheâd help milk the most money the customer could get outta the death, both of âem getting a cut of the profit,â Loona explained. âWeird shit.â
ââCourse itâs somethinâ fuckinâ cool the one time I donât tag along,â Blitz sulked with a pout.
âWell, you can ask Moxxie and Millie about it if you want. Iâm leaving your crystal on the counter too, by the way,â Loona informed, setting the magical artifact in question down with a slight clink.
âAh, great. Thanks, sweetie!â Blitz replied.
âDonât mention it,â Loona responded. After a few moments of hesitation, she walked over to the right side of the couch, nearest where Stolas sat. âUh⌠StolasâŚ?â she began, rubbing her upper arm anxiously.
âYes?â the bird in question replied.
âI⌠I just wanted to say thank you again⌠for everything,â she said with a sad smile, her voice soft and sincere. She fought not to tear up at the mere thought of what almost happened to her father without Stolas intervening.
âOh! Oh, of course, dear,â Stolas faltered, not quite sure what to say.
âI hope you feel better soon,â Loona offered. After another second, she began to head into her bedroom. âIn the meantime, though, Iâm gonna hide in here for a little while so you two walking germ factories donât fuckinâ get me sick, mâkay?â
âHey, Iâm not sick yet,â Blitz protested indignantly.
âYeah, but the fact you had to say âyetâ speaks fucking volumes,â Loona retorted before entering her room and closing the door behind her.
â⌠She has a point,â Stolas remarked.
âYeahhh, I know,â Blitz groaned. He was not looking forward to coming down with this shit, but it would be worth it regardless.
Once Spirit was finally finished, they moved onto romance movies for the night. When Stolas began getting sleepy, they switched their positions on the couch: Stolas laying on his back over the entire couch and Blitz laying on top of him, his face resting on Stolasâs chest and their arms in an embrace, the two blankets over them both. It wasnât an ideal amount of space, but at least they were able to cuddle.Â
âHowâre you feelinâ, Sniffles?â Blitz asked after some time, voice soft and a little tired, himself.
âI think my fever might have gone up a bit again, but itâs too close to the last dose to take more medicine. Other than that, a little better, I suppose?â Stolas answered, stroking Blitzâs horns repetitively.
âYâknow what, Iâm gonna count that as a win for now,â Blitz decided, nuzzling into Stolasâs chest with content purrs.
After a few moments of comfortable silence filled by the romcom they had on the television, Stolas murmured, âYouâve made this much, much better, you know. I canât even begin to tell you how much thisâall of this since yesterdayâmeans to me⌠really, thank you, Blitz.â
âAlways.â
Ironically, in a way, the banishment resulted in Stolas being less alone than he had ever been before. The whole day, from the very moment he opened his eyes, Blitz devoted his best efforts to tending to the ex-princeâs well-being, comforting him, and spending time with him. That night, Stolas slept in the arms of someone who truly, genuinely cared about himâloved him, evenâbundled up in a borrowed sweater he hadnât even had to ask for and soft blankets bearing patterns that may as well have had Blitzøâs name on them. When he awoke in the middle of the night from fever-fueled nightmares of what could happen to his daughter without his protection, Blitz was there to wipe his tears, reassure him, give him another dose of medicine, and cuddle him back to sleep.
It was clear how much Blitz cared about him. Blitz looked at him like he was someone who mattered, even without his title, his magic, his legions, his standing in high society, his wealthâwithout any of his power at all. He wanted Stolas for simply who he was, even when he lost so much that felt like it was a part of his identity. He disregarded all concerns about his own health, refusing to keep his distance, because he wanted nothing more than to hold Stolas, talk to him, and do everything in his power to never let him feel so miserableâso aloneâagain.
Heavy is the head that wore the crown, its sudden absence yet more crushing than the burdens that had grown familiar. Stolas had traded everything he ever had for everything he ever wanted. As a result, he now bore a new set of burdens that were unsettling in their unfamiliarity. However, he had someone who wanted to support his weight and steady him when everything became too heavy to possibly carry on his own. After all, almost any burden feels lighter when its bearer can lean upon another. Despite everything, he felt content and fulfilled to be able to rest his heavy head against someone who truly, deeply cared about him, and perhaps even that alone made it all worth it.
#THE CUTIESSSS#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#this was so cute omg. my pretty baby bird. i wanna hug him đ#the caretaking here is ON POINT#also i loved the reference to m/ission an/tarc/tica#snz#snz fic#s/tolas#b/litz#s/tolitz
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there's just something so unbelievably attractive about watching someone suffer through a cold in public. the vulnerability of blowing their nose and making a long, loud gurgly honking noise. trying to discreetly scrub at their nose which is very noticeably red and drippy. the not so quiet sniffles that escape them every few seconds in an attempt to keep the snot at bay inside their actively running nostrils. the stifled sneezes into an obviously used wad of tissues crumpled up in their hand, pressing it against their nose, trapping in the sneezes and snot, as not to make a mess and spread this cold around, even though they already have. they hold onto the railing in the subway car with the same hand holding the snot soaked tissues they keep tending to their cold filled nose with. they look and sound just awful.
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Sinsmas, Derailed (Part 2) - Haz/bin Ho/tel
it's 2:10 am
suffice it to say i ZOOMED through this, and if you see any typos no ya don't it's FINE
Featuring, a power outage, Va/ggie being Very Fucking Clever, and Che/rri and Pen/tious being so sweet (Pen/tious also discovers something new about himself.)
special mention to @zensations35 and @instarsandcrime for much needed moral support, and to @rosieknows for, well, the same, but also they helped me with some of the logical shit that would have driven me up the wall otherwise.
Here's the first part if ya wanna catch up, but i gotta tell you this part is quite literally almost twice as long OOPS
once again happy holidays yallllll
âJeez, itâs fuckinâ freezing in here!â Husk said.Â
One look around the room confirmed this.
Angel had both his sets of arms across his front to try and keep warm, and Pentious and Cherri were still huddled up together under their blanket, Cherri shivering even more than Pentious was, which was saying a lot.
Even Alastor shuddered occasionally, a faint thrum of static pulsating around him every time he did.
Which is why everyone was perplexed when Lucifer entered in a red and white short-sleeved shirt, a shaky smile on his tired, tear-streaked face.
âIâm back, guys!â he announced jovially, one arm outstretched, while the other had a vice grip on his apple-topped cane.
If there were crickets in Hell, one would have chirped to fill the immediate silence.
The silence seemed to intensify when Charlie stepped into the room a moment later, holding a stack of what looked like folded-up sweaters in different colours.
âUh...â Husk stood there, raising a puzzled brow.
âI feel like Iâve missed something here,â Vaggie whispered.
âVery classy, Lucifer!â Angel said from across the room, âCandy caneâs a good look on ya!â
âOh! Thank you,â Lucifer whipped round to him.
âGuys, I have a surprise for you all,â Charlie beamed, âI spent the last two weeks knitting holiday sweaters for everyone!â
She darted around the room, handing over the sweaters to their designated recipients.
âAwh, yes!â Cherri smiled, shedding her leather jacket and exchanging it for the fluffy wool that matched the gradient of her hair dye perfectly, the garment sprinkled with golden sequins.
Pentiousâs eyes went wide as he unfurled his own sweater, long enough to cover the upper half of his tail as well as his torso. He put it on, marvelling at its softness against his scales, resplendent in white, gold and blue.
âOh - almost forgot!â Charlie handed over a small paper bag to Pentious. He opened it to see miniature versions of the sweater he was currently wearing.
âAre those...?â Pentious began, getting a little choked up.
âFor your eggs,â Charlie nodded.
Pentious smiled up at her, tears welling up.
Everyone else put their own sweaters on; tacky though they may have been, they were warm. Besides, Charlie had clearly put a lot of work into these.
Alastor figured wearing it was better than freezing his tail off, and he had to admit, it fit him perfectly.
Angel held his up, impressed at how Charlie had gotten the placement of the extra sleeves exactly right, before putting it on - and giving the princess a quick hug when she revealed the matching one sheâd made for Fat Nuggets.
Vaggieâs one matched Charlieâs own - light blue and white, with angelic wings embroidered onto the back, where Charlieâs had more bat-like, demonic ones.Â
âThank you,â Vaggie said softly, giving her love a kiss on the cheek.
Only one person wasnât wearing theirs yet.
âDad, this is is yours,â Charlie handed the folded bundle of wool to him.
âUh...âÂ
Lucifer felt frozen.
If I wear it, my feverâs gonna spike again, he thought, but if I donât then thatâs really suspicious...
âSomething wrong, your Majesty?â Alastor sidled up to him.
âNo,â Lucifer shot him a side-eye sharper than cut glass, âIâm just, eh... worriedâ that... Iâll...â he searched for an excuse, anything to get Alastor off his back...
Ding.
He caught sight of the mug in Pentiousâs hand, and a light bulb went off in his head.
âIâll... end up spilling mulled wine on it!â he finished, âI was just about to get some, itâs so cold in here, yâknow?â
He didnât know how convincing that had been, but it seemed to shut the pompous radio host up, and that was more than enough for him.
âI also made one for Keekee,â Charlie practically sang, holding up the tiny sweater made for her.
The demonic cat gave an affronted glare, and sped to the other side of the room.
âI got this,â Lucifer looked to Charlie.
It became painfully clear that he had not, in fact, âgot thisâ when, after three minutes of struggling, interspersed with angry screeches from both parties, Lucifer walked back over to Charlie with thin gold lines all over his hands and forearms where Keekee had scratched him, and a pained, slightly traumatised look on his face.
âWell, I tried,â Lucifer paused mid-shrug to rub his nose, âSorry, Charlie...â
He finally elected to put on his own sweater, if only to cover the scratches.
âHere, let me take a crack at it,â Husk left the bar, took the sweater and walked over to where Keekee was still in a corner.
âNobody better fuckinâ judge me for this,â Husk sighed.
âOh, I plan to,â Alastor murmured.
Husk knelt down to her level, and the two cats locked eyes.
He purred.
She meowed back.
Thirty seconds later, Husk stood up, a satisfied smile on his face, cradling Keekee - who was now in a tailored red and white sweater - in his arms.
âHow. The fuck,â Angel asked, unable to keep the giggle out of the question.
Alastor was braced against the wall, shaking with silent laughter.
âShe likes me better,â Husk explained.
Lucifer was about to make an offhanded comment about how impressive Huskâs talent was, but any thoughts on what to say were halted by an all-too-familiar burning in his sinuses. He reached down the collar of his sweater for the handkerchief that was still in the shirt pocket underneath.
âTakinâ a leaf outta my book, I see,â Angel said approvingly - he wasnât above using his chest fluff as a pocket of sorts.
Truth be told, Lucifer hadnât even registered Angelâs comment, he was too busy hitching into the cloth he had frantically buried his face in.
âEehâhHETCHhmmf!â Luciferâs head snapped forwards, âUgh- hh-! huh... HEIHTSshhHEW! ISHhhew! EISHhh! IIESHhheh! Snrk-! Dambit...â
âOh, Dad...â Charlieâs hands fidgeted.
âIâll be fide- hgt-hmm-!â Lucifer began, before giving a brief blow into the hanky, folding it up and putting it in his trouser pocket.
âYikes,â Husk winced in sympathy, âSounds like that shitâs really doinâ a number on you.â
âYeah, it must be pretty bad if your throatâs fucked like this,â Angel agreed.
âIâb telliâg you- snff- itâs okay,â Lucifer assured weakly, to subtle eye-rolls from them both.
âIf youâre sure...â Charlieâs gaze lingered on the kingâs weary face.
âY-yep,â Lucifer backed away, âNow, Iâm gonna go get that wine...â
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Sir Pentious couldnât think of the last time heâd been this content.Â
Being here with Cherri by his side felt like something out of an Austen novel - albeit, one in which the protagonistâs lover wore leather, fishnets and high-heeled boots, but an Austen novel nonetheless.
She was perfect in every way, and Pentious couldnât put his finger on why.Â
Everything.
Her accent, her raucous bursts of laughter, even her far more modern sense of fashion and humour had grown on him.
Heâd never expected this, and yet-
âHey - Earth to Pentious,â Cherriâs voice cut through his reverie, âYa good?â
âAh- yes!â Pentious snapped out of his own thoughts to focus on her, âAre- are you?â
âCourse I am,â Cherri said, âJust... fuck, hang on a sec...â she trailed off, gently fanning her face for a moment.
Pentious gave a soft gasp at almost the exact moment Cherri did.
âHahTCHhâew!â Cherri sneezed, the quick motion of her head messing up her hair a little.
She shook herself off, in a graceful sort of way Pentious could only describe as enticing.
âAre you sssure youâre alright, Cherri?â Pentious put a hand on her shoulder.
âMâfine, Pen,â Cherri assured him with a sniff, âJust random. Stop lookinâ at me like that.â
âNo,â Pentious said simply, nothing but love, slight concern, and an awestruck admiration in his eyes.
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Lucifer looked around the kitchen, then checked nobody was too close to the door.
Heâd been right; the sweater Charlie had made was making him so hot he was surprised the damn thing wasnât burning, and he needed to cool himself down right now.
He pulled the sweater off quickly - but delicately so as not to rip it and ruin his daughterâs hard work - and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.
Then he opened the refrigerator and stood in front of it, giving a shaky, vocal sigh of blissful relief.
Heâd just started to feel something like himself again when he heard the kitchen door open.
Iâm fucked.
âHey, is there any aâ that mulled wine left in here?â came Angel Dustâs voice.
Iâm completely fucked.
âEh...â Angel looked at Lucifer in utter confusion.
âUm...â Lucifer looked up at Angel, eyes wide with panic.
Lucifer would fall from Heaven all over again to get Angel to leave, or at least to stop giving him that look.
âHuh,â Angel took a step towards him, âWhoâda thought the Devil gets hot flashes?â
Ohhh, thank goodness.
âYes!â Lucifer agreed, only realising after the word passed his lips that heâd said it far too quickly, and with a high pitch that didnât fit, âAhemm- snf-! Yeah, I- I do, actually. Theyâre kind of a bitch to deal with.â
âThat why youâre coolinâ off by standinâ in front of the fridge?â Angel asked.
âYep, you got it!â Lucifer nodded, âBut donât tell Charlie, she was so happy when I wore that sweater she made me and- hht- and itâd break her heh-heart- IHTSCHhhew! ISHhhâIEW!â Lucifer ducked forward into his elbow.
âSalud,â Angel said, to a muffled âThagksâ from Lucifer.
âIâll leave ya to it,â Angel poured a mug of wine for himself - and one for the king, for good measure - and strutted out of the room.
Lucifer stepped away from the fridge, buttoned up his shirt, and pulled his sweater back on, taking his mulled wine and mentally preparing to face the others again.
All he could think about for the next fifteen minutes was how he hadnât felt this mortified since being judged by Heaven.
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Everyone sat down at the table for dinner. Nobody wanted anything too fancy, so Vaggie decided to order in pizzas, much to Charlie, Angel and Cherriâs delight.Â
Charlie was at the head of the table, Vaggie at the seat to her left, and Lucifer, to her right. Cherri, as the âgues of honourâ (those were Pentiousâs words, anyway) sat at the other end of the table, with Pentious next to her. Angel was on Cherriâs other side, with Husk next to him. Niffty was next to Vaggie, twirling her knife between her fingers playfully.Â
This left, between Pentious and Lucifer...
âAlastor,â Lucifer sighed, massaging his temple as the Radio Demon perched next to him, âOf course...â
âIâm no more pleased with this than you are,â Alastor smiled wryly, looking away from Pentious giggling merrily at something Cherri had said.
âSo, get this, right?â Angel started, a little wine-drunk by now, âI was in the kitchen earlier, and what do I see?â
Lucifer swallowed, the feeling scraping his throat in a way that only served to make him more uncomfortable than he already was. He could see where Angel was going with this, and was fighting to keep his face in an expression that wasnât mortified panic.
âLuciferâs standinâ in front aâ the fridge,â Angel went on, one hand on the table, âSweater off, shirt open. And heâs got this relieved kinda look on his face, like heâs been on fire and heâs finally coolinâ off. So I went over to him, cause câmon, what was I gonna do, say nothin? Anyway, I asked if he was havinâ a hot flash or somethinâ, and he said yeah, he was. Ya learn somethinâ new every day!â
âHold it,â Vaggie suddenly said from across the table, âAngels donât get hot flashes, itâs not in our biology.â
Lucifer flushed, a golden glow beginning to show.
âWait, wait, seriously?â Angel wondered, âThen what was goinâ on in there, cause he looked like he was seriously overheatinâ.â
âHeâs been a bit unsteady on his feet, too,â Husk pointed out, âAnd that was before he started hittinâ the wine.â
âYeah, I noticed that too,â Niffty said.
âYâsure youâre feelinâ alright, boss-man?â Cherri asked from the other end of the table.
âIâm-â Lucifer started, but was sharply interrupted by Alastor.Â
âOh, but of course!â Alastor began, âOur fallen sovereign is perfectly fine! Heâs wasted no time telling us that today, after all - and who could doubt the word of royalty?â
The word of royalty would be a hell of a lot more convincing were it not for the fact that the strong scent of the candle in the centre of the table was really starting to irritate Luciferâs already-ticklish sinuses, and if he wasnât careful, he could very well set the table on fire.
His only hope was to try and hold back the building itch, but he knew all too well that wasnât going to last.
âIh-hhht...â Lucifer hitched softly.
âUh, Lucifer?â Vaggie had a look of vague concern on her face, âYou good?â
âIâm okay,â Lucifer gave a hesitant thumbs-up, âI just- heh-hHH-! Hh... hgh...â
Okay. So far, so good.Â
âSorry, sorry,â Lucifer scrubbed fiercely at his nose, âIâm still kinda itchy...â
As Luciferâs breathing quickened again, Vaggie noticed the wind picking up outside.
âEveryone, shh,â Vaggie whispered.
All eyes at the dinner table were on Lucifer as his own eyes squeezed shut. He patted around on his person for his handkerchief, raising it to his face as he leaned back.
âIGNK-TCHhhiew!â Lucifer bent at the waist, the miserable attempt at a stifle failing utterly.
âOh- sndf- excuse me, I- ihHITSHhhiew! IESHhhiew! Eh-hEH-! EehtâISHHhhieww, hhâItshh- ETSHHh- IETCHhhih! Oh ndo- iehâheh-! HAHTâISSHhheew!â
The gale roared on outside, and Luciferâs harsher sneezes were punctuated by flashes of gold light in the window, followed by thunder overhead.
Alastor pointedly moved over to the empty seat next to Sir Pentious.
Niffty got up from her own seat and ran out of the room.
âThe fuck?â Husk and Angel stood up at the exact same time.
âIt would appear our dear ruler is the cause of the blizzard outside,â Alastor drew as far back from Lucifer as he could without leaving his seat.
âOh, shiiit,â Charlie wrung her hands.
âIâb so- snrrk! Ugh, so sorry-â Lucifer apologised, straightening only to be overcome with shallow gasps again - and dread pooling in his stomach as he felt the back of his throat growing hot.
âGhhgh- get bahhck-â Lucifer warned between hitches.
Nobody at that table needed to be told twice.
âHegkâSCHhmff!â Lucifer pressed the cloth tightly to his face, sparks hot on his tongue, âIESHhhiew! IghâKSHH! IKTSCH! EIKSHh-hiw! HETSHHHEWW!â
A flickering flame escaped, burning out in the air in front of Lucifer.
âAnd here I thought fireworks didnât happen till New Yearâs Eve,â Cherri giggled. Pentious was struck with a timid sort of awe - like he wanted to look away from the clearly suffering king, but couldnât.
âUh, Charlie? Is this... normal, for him?â Vaggie whispered.
A dawning look of realisation travelled across Charlieâs face.
âIâm not sure,â Charlie replied.
âFuck that,â Husk took Angelâs hand, âCâmon Legs, letâs go.â
Angel took his plate, and Huskâs, in his upper set of arms, and the two of them walked back to the bar.
âIHGKTSHhhew! Ohh, shit, I canât stop- Ihht-EISHhhieww! TSSHhhhiue! Eh- heghht-! HIIEGHâTshhHEEUW!â
A sparking flame flew from his mouth, dissipating in the centre of the room.Â
An almighty crack-KABOOM! of thunder and lightning sounded.
And the lights went out, with only the spiced apple candle on the table giving a dim glow to Luciferâs horrified face.
âFffffugk,â Lucifer croaked out, massaging his scorched throat, and wincing.
Cherri switched on the torch on her phone, and Vaggie did the same.
âSomeoneâs gonna have to go out there and fix the fuse box or something,â Vaggie said.
âIâll go,â Lucifer raised a hand.
âDad, I really donât thinkââ Charlie began, but the look on her fatherâs face spoke volumes.
âIâll be okay, Charlie,â Lucifer told her, smiling weakly before giving a honking blow into the handkerchief in his hand.Â
A snap of his fingers, and the well-worn cloth vanished to the ether, a new one, patterned with small yellow ducklings, in its place.
âI think somebody ought to go with him,â Alastor drummed his fingertips on the top of his staff, âAnd we can hardly expect Sir Pentious to - after all, heâs cold-blooded, and I dread to think how badly heâd fare in the snow.â
âWhere are you going with this?â Vaggie asked, looking up at Alastor with suspicion.
âWell, I truly feel like I should go out there in case anything should happen to him,â Alastor finished.
âUgh, fine, whatever, just donât kill each other, okay?â Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose.
âExcellent!â Alastor twirled the staff with a flourish.
âOh! Make sure youâre warm enough!â Charlie said as the Radio Demon led Lucifer out of the dining room.
âI have a feeling his Majesty will take care of that, if his performance at dinner is anything to go by,â Alastor assured her.
Lucifer couldnât stop the frustrated sigh from slipping out.
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âFreezingâ was an understatement.Â
The snow, which was still falling hard and fast, piled up in thick drifts against the walls of the hotel - frankly it was a miracle the doors werenât blocked. Frost-patterned windows glistened in what little light there was outside.Â
The city streets, which could be seen from the hotel entrance, were dead silent, except for the wind whistling through back-alleys and cul-de-sacs.
Alastor was hunched over, his pointed teeth chattering.
Lucifer wasnât shivering quite as much, but his breath made visible clouds in the chilled air in front of him.
âThe fuse box is this way,â Lucifer said, âDown these stairs.â
âIâll lead the way,â Alastor stepped in front of him, âIt wouldnât do to have you fall, Sire-AGH-!!â
One moment, Alastor had taken a single step onto a snow-covered stair.
The next, he was toppling backwards, landing hard on his tail.Â
Lucifer bent forward in wheezing laughter, with a few coughs.
âYou were saying?â Lucifer smirked.
Alastor didnât respond, instead getting up, rubbing his back and holding on to the bannister for dear life as he took slow, shuffling steps.
Lucifer followed behind him, and they eventually made it to the fuse box.
âOkay, so it looks like the circuit breakers got flipped,â Lucifer opened the door to the fuse box to reveal a number of switches, âThe lightning mustâve caused a surge and turned them off.â
He started flicking switches, his hands a little shaky.
âI donât understand half of that,â Alastor said, âI imagine the chill out here is helping with your little... overheating problem?â
Lucifer turned his head to look at him.
âIâb ndot overheatiâg,â Lucifer snapped, before giving a few drawn-out sniffles,âUgh, stupid weather- snrkk-â
âYou poor, suffering creature,â Alastor began, âYou've sounded positively dreadful all day.â
âDrop it,â Lucifer muttered.
âI was prepared to accept your claim that it was just allergies,â Alastor continued, âbut even out here, you donât seem to be improving. Why, if I didnât know any better, Iâd sayââ
âDonât. Fuckiâg. Say it.â
ââyouâre almost definitely coming down with something truly wretched,â Alastor bent to his level, smiling widely.
As Lucifer flicked the last few switches - more forcefully than he would have if he wasnât fucking seething - Alastor saw his brow furrowing, and steam beginning to pour from his collar.
Without a word, Lucifer slammed the door to the fuse box shut, and the pair of them slowly made their way up the stairs again.
Theyâd just barely made it to the top when Lucifer took a deep breath and a few steps back, before landing a swift, perfectly-placed kick to Alastorâs kneecaps and sending him into a snowdrift, before turning to walk back into the hotel.
âWhat,â Alastor pushed himself up, shaking snowflakes from his shoulders, âthe fuck was that for?â
âConsider it divine judgement,â Lucifer kept on walking, though it took a mere few seconds for Alastorâs long strides to catch up to him.Â
âStrange,â Alastor cocked his head to one side, âI thought divine judgement was supposed to strike from above.âÂ
âOh-ho, so itâs like that?â Lucifer asked.
âNow, donât get short with me,â Alastor laughed.
âOkay, thatâs it!â Lucifer snarled, wielding his cane like a sword.
âWell, if itâs a fight you want,â Alastor shrugged, bracing himself, âYouâre on.â his voice warbled with static.
Heâd been expecting Lucifer to come barrelling into him, to fly over his head and drop-kick him, something like that.
He wasnât anticipating the snowball that hit him square in the back of the head, ice falling down the back of his neck.
âHA!â Lucifer called from behind him, âDirect hit!â
Alastor turned to him, taking snow in his hands and forming it into a sphere, which was swiftly launched at Lucifer, who didnât quite manage to move out of the way in time and got hit in the arm.
And so it went on for a while, the pair of them throwing snowballs at each other - and very rarely missing.
âHad enough yet?â Lucifer asked, unable to keep the giggle out of his voice.
âN-n-never,â Alastor answered, âIâm going to best you, Iâm- Hh- sure of it...â
Lucifer wound up his throw like a baseball pitcher, so focused on the look that was going to be on Alastorâs smug-ass face when he hit the target, that he didnât notice his adversaryâs expression growing hazy.
âHhkzzshtt! HKZZTâchhew!â
Alastor snapped forward at the waist, his hands covering his face - at the exact moment Lucifer threw the snowball that was supposed to hit his head, but instead flew directly over him.
âFuck you, you made me miss!â Lucifer shouted.
âUgh, Iâm freezing here,â Alastor shuddered violently, sniffling.
âOh? So youâre surrendering?â Lucifer asked.
âThink of it as sparing you.â
The two of them went back inside to the hotel, and they were greeted by the lights in the hallway - at least, if nothing else, theyâd succeeded in getting the power working again.
âOh, hey, youâre back!â Charlie greeted the two of them at the door, face turning from joy to clear anxiety when she saw her father and Alastor shaking in the doorway, âWhat happened? Youâre both soaking wet!â
âWe got a little sidetracked,â Lucifer admitted, âBut hey, the lights are back on!â
âYouâre shivering...â Charlie reached out a hand to touch her fatherâs shoulder.
âY-yep!â Lucifer side-stepped past her, âIâm gonna go dry off, okay? Okay! Byeeee!â
âI might do the same,â Alastor told her, âItâs much colder out there than Iâm used to, and-âÂ
He paused as a tiny hitch escaped him.
Not. Now.
âOne moment,â Alastor whispered, turning away from Charlie before dipping forwards into the crook of his arm with a sharp âHht-kzztchhih!â
âBlessss you!â Pentious called from across the room, to a withering glare from the Radio Demon.
âOhh, no,â Charlie said, âYou sound like youâre getting a cold...â
âNonsense, Iâm a little chilled, thatâs all!â Alastor reassured her, âNothing a hot shower canât fix.â
And with that, he walked up to his room.
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Angel and Husk were at the bar, Husk behind the mahogany counter, while Angel perched himself on a bar stool. He had his phone on the bar, playing an assortment of modern Christmas songs.
âSanta baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me, Iâve been an awful good boy, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney toniiiight,â Angel sang, the words sultry and sweet in his New York accent, walking his fingers up the bar.
Husk couldnât help but smile as Angel really got into the performance - heâd thought living with an actor would be its own kind of hell, but it was actually pretty nice to have someone who knew how to put on a show.
The song was just ending when Vaggie came up to the bar.
âWhatâll it be?â Husk asked.
âI need to ask you something,â Vaggie told him, âHave either of you noticed Luciferâs been acting, like, super weird?â
âApart from the fridge thing earlier, no, not really,â Angel said, âIsnât he always a little weird, though? Thatâs half the fun of livinâ with him.â
âCome to think of it, yeah,â Husk answered, âI dunno, maybe itâs just some emotional shit heâs goinâ through, but heâs been excited about this all month, and now all of a sudden he keeps makinâ excuses to leave the room.â
âMaybe heâs just been alone so long, he ainât used to havinâ so many people around for the holidays?â Angel suggested.
âGood point,â Vaggie thought aloud, âBut I know when someoneâs hiding something, and Iâve got a feeling I know what.â
âWell donât tell me,â Angel said, sarcasm dripping from his tone, âThe suspense is gonna be the double-death aâ me here.â
âHeâs sick,â Vaggie dropped her voice to a low note of suspicion, like someone discussing military secrets, âThink about it - it explains him feeling hot earlier when the rest of us were cold, being reluctant to put on the sweater cause he was feverish, his powers are clearly on the fritz...â
âWait, hold up,â Husk cut across her, âSorry, but the honest-to-God fuckinâ Devil can get sick?â
âAngels can,â Vaggie explained, âWe donât often, but it happens. And he used to be an angel, right?â
âUh-huh...â Angel took another sip of his drink.
âYâknow, I noticed he seemed kinda off earlier when he was stringinâ the lights up,â Husk added, âHe kept, like, rubbinâ his nose, like somethinâ was botherinâ him - and this was before we lit those candles.â
âThey probably just made a bad situation worse...â Vaggie sighed.
âBut,â Angel piped up, âIt gave him a believable excuse. He saw the opportunity to pass it off as just his allergies actinâ up, and he took it. Thatâs why he let us keep the candles lit, cause if we didnât, and we aired the place out, and he was still sneezinâ his head off, weâd all know somethinâ was up.â
âMan, you guys are clever,â Vaggie gave a satisfied half-smile.
âEh, when youâve been bartendinâ a while, you kinda learn to read people,â Husk said modestly.
âAnd I couldnât tell ya how many times Iâve seen Valâs flatscreen lover-boy tryna deny he was sick so he didnât wanna take off work - trust me, I know stubborn when I see it.â Angel finished, âBravo yourself, youâre the one who gave enough of a shit to come ask us.â
âSo, whoâs gonna call him out on this?â Husk asked, âCause it sure as fuck wonât be me.â
âWe donât need to,â Vaggie answered, âItâs like. Painfully obvious at this point, he just needs to accept it himself...â
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Amidst hushed whispers at the bar, Cherri and Pentious stood at the side of the parlour.
âSo, Penny,â Cherri started, âWhat did you guys do for Christmas in, like, Victorian times?â
âOh, it was truly wonderful,â Pentious wore a reminiscent smile, âWe put candles in the tree, we drank, we ate the most splendid food, and we sang carols in the streets. What about you?â
âWell, this is- snf- Sorry- this is a bit of a weird one, but in Australia, Christmas is in the middle of summer,â Cherri told him, his face rapt with attention, âWeâd barbecue shrimp, and it was fuckinâ delicious.â
âWell, to each their own,â Pentious looked away for a moment - who the hell barbecued shrimp?
âWhoo, I must be drunk,â Cherri said, âI feel kinda weird all of a sudden...â
âWeird, in what way?â Pentious asked, eyebrows raised immediately.
âJust a bit tired,â Cherri waved a hand.
âPerhaps we should sit down again?â
âYeah, maybe,â Cherri obliged, her voice trailing off into a quick gasp.
âHuhTCHHâew! Fu-huh- AhdtâSCHhew! Shit, sorry, didnât mean to startle ya, love,â Cherri apologised, noting that Pentious had flinched for a brief moment.
Then she looked at his face, and saw that he didnât look startled as much as... no, really?
âGoodness, are you alright?â Pentious placed a hand to her forehead and ran it down her cheek. She felt a little warmer than usual.
âThink I might be gettinâ sick,â Cherri admitted, âDonât worry, itâs not like. Ye olde plague or whateva, Iâll be alright- hH-ATSCHheh! Ugh...â
Pentious felt his own face grow hot, and his pulse fluttered in his chest - what was happening to him?
âAre you okay?â Cherri asked, âYouâre all fidgety - hang on, are you blushing?â
âOh, shit,â Pentious whispered, his throat tightening.
âDo you find this... attractive?â Cherri wondered.
âWell- of course not! Wait, I mean... I find everything about you attractive, ssso...â Pentious tugged at his collar.
âItâs fine if ya do,â Cherri went on, âYou just seem so flustered, and itâs kinda cute.âÂ
âMaybe a little...â Pentious confessed.
âI fuckinâ knew it!â Cherri laughed, âAw, your face is priceless.â
Pentious didnât respond in words, instead letting out a strangled sort of hiss.
âSo... you wanna take this to your room?â Cherri took her serpentine lover by the hand.
âWell, if youâre ill, youâll need to stay here for the night,â Pentious reasoned.
âMakes sense,â Cherri stood, âYouâre almost definitely gonna catch this shit, though.â
âAnd it will be a worthy sssacrifice to make in the name of love,â Pentious looked into her eye.
âYouâre such a dork,â Cherry gave him a gentle shove, and they both chuckled quietly.
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âCharlie?â Vaggie sat down next to her on one of the couches, âYouâre doing that thing with your hands, is everything okay?â
âI- I donât know,â Charlie sighed, âI guess this just isnât how I thought my first Sinsmas back with Dad would go. Heâs been staying up at night to help me, and Iâm kinda worried about him.â
Vaggie didnât have the heart to tell her how right she was to be worried.
âHey, todayâs been a lot,â Vaggie put a hand on her girlfriendâs shoulder, âI think everyoneâs gonna feel a lot less stressed after they get some sleep, and that includes you.â
âMmhm,â Charlie stood up, âYouâre right.â
âCome on, letâs go,â Vaggie followed suit, and soon the parlour was empty, save for Niffty, who was cleaning the place up, and Husk and Angel, whoâd resumed their karaoke session.
âGot on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one, I got a feelinâ, this yearâs for me and you...â Husk sang softly, and Angel flushed a little at the older demonâs low voice with just the right amount of roughness to it, âSo happy Sinsmas, I love ya, AngelââÂ
The spider let out a giggle at the lyric change.
âI can see a better time, when all our dreams come true...â
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Charlie and Vaggie were the first downstairs. Niffty followed quickly after them, then Alastor, who looked paler than normal and had a noticeable red hue to his small, pointed nose.Â
Husk and Angel entered the parlour together, and they both caught sight of the Radio Demon sitting in a corner at once.
Neither of them approached him, instead taking their usual places at the bar.
âSnff- Ndot a word,â Alastor groused, his smile tight and wavering, âIâll kill that six-winged bastard for doing this to me.â
Pentious and Cherri were next, both in their sweaters, and sharing a blanket around their shoulders.
âHiya, Charlie,â Cherri waved, her voice scratchy.
Pentious opened his mouth to offer a similar greeting, but instead he hastilly grabbed a corner of the blanket and raised it to his face as he gave a few shaky hitches.
âHeh- IHTSSShhhew! Oh dear,â Pentious waved a hand blearily in front of himself, âI-HIDTSSsshhiew! Ughhh, damn it...â
âTried to warn ya, babe,â Cherri said with a sniff and a textbook I-told-you-so expression.
âIt is well worth it, my dear,â Pentious ran a hand through her hair.
âOh, not you too,â Charlie walked over to them, âIâm so sorry you guys arenât feeling well for the holidays...â
âNot your fault,â Cherri waved her off, âBesides, Pen and I can have a little fun with this, canât we...?â
âSsscertainly,â Pentious leaned in close to her, and they kissed.
Last, but very much not least, Lucifer came staggering into the parlour, still in his white and gold striped pyjama shorts and a loose T-shirt with a picture of a duck on it.Â
âFuck, he looks like he came off the set aâ Night Of The Living Dead,â Angel whisperer in Huskâs ear.
âHappy- sdrrk--! Happy Sidsbas,â Lucifer tried to say, his consonants muddled with congestion.
Everyone who heard him had to fight to keep the utter pity from their faces.
ââScuse be,â Lucifer said before giving a gurgling blow into a starry handkerchief heâd been holding, then turning to look at Alastor.
âI see Rudolphâs still here,â Lucifer cracked a grin in Alastorâs direction, earning the odd giggle from a few people around the room.
âHilarious,â Alastor groaned, pressing a finger under his raw-rimmed nostrils in a futile attempt to stave off a sneeze that had been lurking for the last several minutes.
âihHIGKZZSHhhew! HETZshhHUE!â he sneezed into a freshly-conjured linen hanky of his own.
âIf the power goes out again cause of you, I swear to fuckinâ God...â Husk glared at Alastor, a low growl seeping into his voice.
âSo... how are you feeling?â Vaggie asked Lucifer; she figured it was a safe-ish way to test the waters.
âUhhb...â Lucifer faltered, he wasnât thinking clearly enough to formulate an excuse.
âCause no offence, but you sound like absolute shit,â Vaggie finished.
âAnd youâre clearly runninâ a bitch of a fever,â Angel commented, âI can almost feel how warm you are from here.â
âIâb dot ruddiâg a fever,â Lucifer tried to protest, âI told you all yesterday, I cadât be sick, itâs a special day- haehh-hHT- AHTSCHhhheuw! âKTCHhhHEWW! Dabbit, Iâm- hIHH-! IEHâHEDT-sshhIHUE! Augh, fide, fugk all of you, I adbit it! Iâb sick. There, I said it!â
âDidnât need to,â Husk told him, âIâm gonna make hot toddies for you guys, and then Angel and I are gettinâ the hell outta dodge.â
âIâb -snkk! So sorry, Charlie,â Lucifer bowed his head, âThis was supposed to be perfect.â
âHey, what was it you always told me?â Charlie smiled, âSinsmas is all about making the best of a bad situation.â
Lucifer looked up at his daughter, kind and caring, a shining light in the darkness of Hell itself.
âCome on, letâs watch a movie together,â Charlie suggested. Sure, it may not have been anyoneâs ideal holiday, but it was theirs, and theyâd take it.
The End
yes i put lyrics from Fairytale Of New York, fuck all yall, I'm Irish and by god I will SHOW IT
I hope you enjoyed this, and I look forward to another awesome year of writing on here!!
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The holidays are the peak time of year to have a cold tbh. Youâre probably around a lot of people whoâve been traveling, itâs cold outside (maybe), itâs warm and comfy inside. Obligatory mention that sneezing into sweater sleeves is cute
Could be seen as a gift for a partner if theyâre into it⌠could be a gift for yourself if youâre into itâŚ
I never travel for Christmas, so like. It wouldnât bother me. But I rarely ever get sick so that kind of timing is highly unlikelyâŚ
#tmw youâre jealous of people for having a worse immune system than you#irl thoughts#snz#snzblr#coldfucker#<- this oneâs for yâall
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Millie meeting perfume for the first time, a shame for both girls (especially for Loona), now they will be sneezing their head off.
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I made an ao3 account under the name patheticandmiserable! Iâll be posting my snz fics over there as well
Pestilence has already been posted
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hear me out: snzfucker phone sex. someone with a cold sniffling and sneezing into the phone and telling you how contagious they are and how easy it would be to get you sick if they were there with you.
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Hmm...
after reading the tags on multiple of your posts I think I can conclude that you do enjoy Alastor snz, so, it's my duty to ask-
Do you have any â¨headcannonsâ¨
It's my solemn duty to ask everyone in the Snz Sphere đ
ooooh brilliant question!!
A/las/tor snz headcanons under le cut
Snz sounds very staticky bc Radio Demon
His stifles are more like "Hnktzsh!" where his natural snz is quite harsh, like: "Hieh-HEHTkzshhiew!"
Yes he always tries to stifle, no it doesn't always work
Allergic to dust, lavender and possibly dogs, and gets chilled more easily than he'd ever admit - come on, the man grew up in Louisiana for Christ's sake, he is NOT used to cold weather at ALL
He. HATES being sick, mostly because of his whole thing about his image but also cause it just sucks for him. He gets weak (his beanpole ass is FRAIL) and he often loses his voice or gets congested when ill, which makes doing his radio show. difficult
His magic goes fucky when he's sick or having a really bad allergic fit, and it's mostly like. Lights in the hotel or wherever flickering, shadows in the hallways, the odd burst of green lightning.
i could go on but i'd never shut up, i love this fucking man
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cw contagion & mess (a little)
Imagine tying A/lastor up while heâs sick and then inducing him. You make him sneeze over and over while his hands are bound so he canât cover or wipe his nose or do anything to resist. You see his short, fluffy tail sways faster every time you bring the object youâre inducing him with up to his face again. All he can do is sniffle desperately in between hitching breaths, straining against the ropes as he bends forward with each sneeze, which he tries to aim at the floor (unless you tilt his head up and direct them at yourself). He canât do anything about the fits of weak coughing either, just keeping his head down and apologizing for getting his germs all over you. You hold a tissue up to his face once the sneezes start getting messy and instruct him to blow his nose. You keep cleaning up his dripping nose, telling him itâll be so much better once he gets rid of all that congestion.
You keep going until A/lastor says heâs tired or has a headache or his throat hurts, out of breath and looking at you with dazed contentment. He certainly looks like someone whoâs been completely wrecked by a coldâhis nose is as red as his suit, he never brushed his hair that day, and his ears are flopped back. He sniffles again, sounding much clearer now. âDo you want to lay down?â you ask, because he looks exhausted.
He clears his throat. âYes,â he tests his voice, and itâs predictably rough and scratchy. You untie him and offer him medicine and something to drink. Then you take A/lastor to bed, pulling the covers over him. He falls asleep quickly, having spent his limited energy putting on a show for you. You leave the tissues close by, because you know heâs going to need them again later.
You may end up catching his cold, but itâs worth it for this.
#i was in a mood earlier this week when i started writing this#i think very normal things about fictional characters#a/lastor#snz#snzario#snzblr
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Sinsmas, Derailed - Haz/bin Ho/tel
okay yall listen I was gonna wait to post this till it was completely finished but it's getting longer than I had thought at first and also I've had a fucking rough day and I want smth to be proud of tonight.
Lu/cifer's been overworking himself to help with holiday preparations, he ends up sick and tries to hide it (read: fails miserably)
Featuring an unexpected allergy to scented candles, cute character dynamics, and canon-typical bitchiness from a certain deer.
next part hopefully soon, idfk anymore
Happy Holidays snzblr, yall are legends and I'm genuinely so happy to be here
âYou can do this, Luci,â the King Of Hell glared at his reflection as he dabbed white foundation at the dark shadows under his eyes and across the golden-flushed bridge of his nose, âMind over matter- snnff!â
It was Sinsmas Eve.Â
Of course it happened on fucking Sinsmas Eve.
Charlie had been a whirlwind of excitement for weeks; it was her first time hosting the holiday celebrations at the Hazbin Hotel and by God she was going to make it a day to remember. Between the hotelâs usual activities, no-one had even had time to decorate the place yet, but that was all set to change today.
Lucifer, of course, being the former angel of creation, had agreed to help. And he may or may not have spent the last few nights testing out different spells and sets of lights in his room.Â
Today, his ambition seemed to have well and truly caught up to him, as heâd awoken from a few precious hoursâ slumber to a tickle in his throat and a few sniffles that were rapidly developing into what he could already tell would be a truly hellish head-cold.
Because of-fucking-course, Lucifer thought bitterly, giving another damp sniffle as he ran a brush through his gilded birdâs nest of hair.
Muttering furious curses as it got caught in a tangle.
âUgh, this is gonna suck,â he sighed, opting to finger-comb his honeyed locks into something that didnât look like he had recently been dragged through the topiary outside his palace.
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âThis is gonna be awesome!â Charlie said, hardly able to keep still as Vaggie dug through boxes of decorations.
It was Charlieâs first Sinsmas Eve running the Hazbin Hotel - and the first sheâd spent with her father in years. It had always been her favourite holiday, and she was ecstatic to get to celebrate it with the people she cared about most.
The door opened, and in came Alastor, with a withered-looking tree floating behind him, levitated by Alastorâs magic.
âThis was the best I could find,â Alastor began, âApparently pines donât grow in Hell.â
âHonestly, itâs fine, Al,â Charlie giggled, âWe do things... kinda different here. Half the beauty of Sinsmas is making the best with what we have.â
Alastor snapped his fingers and the tree was upright in a corner. Even on Earth, heâd never exactly been a fan of the tacky festivities of the season, but heâd be double-damned if he was going to allow the hotel to look bad.
Besides, seeing the look on Charlieâs face almost warmed his cold heart by a few degrees. Almost.
âSo, whatâs it like up there?â Vaggie asked, âYâknow, on Earth.â
âOh, Christmas is the best!â Niffty squealed, âThereâs presents, and food, and we always got snow where I lived, and it was so pretty!â
âEh, my family wasnât really one for the fancy side of it,â Angel piped up, âI mean, weâd have ham - fuck, what I wouldnât give to taste my Nonnaâs roast ham again - but we didnât really do presents. Dad would take us all to church, and that was kinda the end of it. My sister Molly and I used to go out carol singinâ, but my older brother Aaron hated it.â
âI donât know about you, but my family did the works,â Husk said, âAs well as we could anyway. It was nice, though. The tree in the family room, presents under it, music playinâ in the stores...â He gave a fond smile.
âOh, I had no idea you were so sentimental, Whiskers,â Angel sauntered up to him, âI always took ya for this âeveryone hates me and I hate everyoneâ kinda guy.â
âScrew off,â Husk chuckled, âHow could I hate everyone when youâre part of âeveryoneâ?â
The question achieved its desired effect - Angel flushed bright pink, and his heterochromic eyes sparkled.
âWell, when I was alive, we used to put candles on the tree,â Sir Pentious chimed in, âBut the party food was nothing short of ssspectacular!â
âJust so weâre clear, we are not putting candles on this thing,â Vaggie told him sternly.
âWell, obviously you have no taste,â Pentious folded his arms and turned away.
âI thought your dad was gonna do the lights?â Husk said, looking at Charlie.
âWhere is Lucifer, anyway?â Vaggie wondered aloud.
âIâm sure heâs just finishing things up,â Charlie smiled, trying to hide the note of worry in her voice.
Hurried footsteps answered, growing louder and louder until the door swung open and hit the wall with a bang.Â
âBringer of Light, cominâ in hot!â Lucifer skidded to a halt on the carpet, and one could swear there were actual sparks flickering at his heels. He was clutching bundles of lights in one arm, and leaning on his cane with the other as he fought to get his breath back.
He straightened, wiping sweat from his brow, and gave an awkward smile.
âCominâ in hot is right,â Angel observed, looking him up and down, to a glare from Vaggie.
âI mean, yaâ look kinda flushed there,â Angel gestured to his own face.
âI-â Lucifer gasped, âRan down... Iâm okay...â He offered the lights to Charlie with an outstretched, shaking arm.
âDad, really, thereâs no rush,â Charlie took the lights, âWe have all day to get the decorations done.â
âBut thereâs so much to do, and itâs already ten thirtyâ ahem-hmm!â Lucifer began.
âOkay, first we need to put the lights on the tree and the ceiling,â Vaggie started, her tone a little commanding.
âOn it!â Charlie went over to the tree to start weaving the colourful bulbs through bare, spindly branches.
âIâll help!â Lucifer all but jumped at the chance to assist his daughter, but Alastor appeared from the shadows in front of him.
âDo you really have to do that?â Lucifer asked wearily as Alastor smiled down at him.
âI think I would be better suited to helping Charlie with the lights,â Alastor told him, âYou might not be able to reach, Sire...â
Without saying a word, Lucifer took off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and straightened his top hat.
Then he let his wings loose, shaking them off briefly before taking off and hovering a few feet above the ground - and notably, his head was now several inches above Alastorâs own.
The Radio Demonâs smile tightened and his brow furrowed as he looked up at Lucifer, who was now looking down at him with a near-perfect mirror of the smug grin Alastor had been wearing mere moments ago.
As Angel and Niffty put tinsel and ornaments on the tree, Lucifer flew around the room slowly, stringing up the lights on the ceiling - yes, he could have simply decorated the whole room with the flick of a wrist, but he opted against that for a few reasons.
Firstly, it was sometimes nice to do things the old-fashioned way for once.
Secondly, the fury in Alastorâs eyes made the physical effort more than worth it.
And lastly - most importantly - Lucifer knew all too well that a malfunction of his powers would be a dead giveaway that he was feeling off.Â
No the fuck he wasnât, he was fine.
He surreptitiously rubbed his nose to avert the beginning of a building itch, hoping that no-one saw.
âEeeee!â Charlie twirled as Lucifer landed, a web of twinkling lights shining above the parlour like the stars heâd helped create.
âThankyouthankyouthankyouuuu!â Charlie squeezed her father tightly, taking the wind out of him completely.
âYouâre welcome,â Lucifer wheezed out a strained reply, mind racing with anxiety.
Charlie knew him, sheâd feel his fever through his shirt, surely- he already felt warm, and being a Morningstar meant it was only going to get worse, and she knew, oh, fuckâ
âBut Vagathaaa!â came a shout of protest from across the room.
âItâs a fire hazard, Pen,â Vaggie scolded, âCristo, quĂŠ idiota...âÂ
Charlie swooped in to break up the argument.
âHey, guys, no bickering on Sinsmas,â she said, âWe can put some candles around the room as a compromise, how about that?â
âOh, very well,â Pentious conceded.
Charlie looked in one of the boxes - and sure enough, there they were, three half-melted candles in glass jars, their wax a brilliant burgundy. The stickers on the jars said âSpiced Appleâ.
Perfect.
âAllow me,â Lucifer offered, clicking his fingers and lighting a perfect golden flame on each of them.
âThere!â Lucifer stepped back proudly, hands on his hips, as Niffty took one of the candles to the dining room, and Husk brought another out to the main corridor.
As the scent of cinnamon, ginger and fruit filled the room, though, and Lucifer found himself sniffling a lot more often all of a sudden, he realised that there was a slight possibility he might have miscalculated. Just a tad.
âIehh-heh...â he hitched softly, and he felt the ground drop out from under him as Charlieâs face turned to slight concern before him.
âEverything okay, Dad?â Charlie asked.
Shit!
âYep!â Lucifer gave a nervous laugh that trailed off into a shaky inhale - and a slow, hesitant exhale, âP-peachy keen Charlieeehh-Heh-EHT-!â
Lucifer turned away from Charlie and pressed a hand to his face in an attempt to stop the burning itch in his sinuses.
To absolutely no avail.
âHehhâEIKTSCHHhew!â Lucifer snapped forward with a violent sneeze, âOh mby- snff, my golly, Iâm so... hht... hihhtTIISCHhh! EIISHhhâEW! IgkâKGTSHh, MMNXT'shh, HNnkxtâtieew, HNGKâchiew!âÂ
One hand pinched his nostrils tightly, while the other was flapping in front of the monarchâs face.
Everyone was so focused on the spectacle that was King Lucifer, that no-one noticed the sky darkening outside.
âThe fuckâs with him?â Husk asked from the doorway- jeez, he leaves for two entire minutes and comes back to this.
âNothihiihhgk- IKSHH! IEKSHHEW! KTSCHHIH!â Lucifer tried to say, but was cut off by high-pitched, itchy sneezes that seemed to come out on top of each other.
âWhat happened?â Charlieâs hands fidgeted as she looked on, eyes wide and worried.
âIihhh...â Lucifer started, trying to get his breathing under control so he could speak to her, dammit, âSâfinde, Charlie, I just- snfSNF! Egh. Candleâs getting to me a littleâ but itâs okay, really!â he added hastily, noticing the anxious look on Charlieâs face, âSeriously, I donât mind, itâs- ihh... wonderful.â
âAre you sure?â Charlie asked, âI can put them out, that was... a lot.â
âYeah!â Lucifer replied, âI can handle this, Iâm- ihht- I'm thehehh-IHH-â
The attempt at âIâm the King of Hellâ fizzled out as Luciferâs expression slackened.
âWe may wanna step back,â Charlie whispered as Lucifer tented his hands over his face and leaned backwards, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
âIhhâHIEGK-! âTCHHHhieww! Ohhhh fuck- ghHEH! EgkâTSHHIEW! âSCHHEW! IhhHIKTCHIIEW! Ugh, shit... hhht-! Nonono- ehIHh-- HADT-SCHHIEEWW!â
A booming roll of thunder sounded directly over the hotel, accompanied by a flash of gold lightning outside the window.
Lucifer clasped both hands over his face - if he wasnât flushed before then he sure as all the seven rings was now.
âOoh, itâs snowing!â Niffty ran to the window.
Everyone else quickly followed suit - since fucking when did it snow in Hell?
And it certainly was. A veritable blizzard, blown by strong gales that whistled along the streets of Pentagram City, to be precise.
âFuuuuck...â Lucifer hissed between his teeth.
âOh. My. Gosh,â Charlie gazed out, âActual snow.â
âMan, how long has it been since any of us have seen a white Christmas?â Husk asked, a small smile on his face.
âItâs a Sinsmas miracle!â Angel said jovially.
âHey, maybe once the wind settles down we can go out and make snow angels!â Niffty suggested.
âWouldnât it be snow devils down here?â Pentious wondered vaguely.
âYouâre right,â Niffty replied.
Lucifer, though, had a feeling things werenât going to âsettle downâ any time soon - and especially not if he stayed here, but he couldnât just leave...
âHEDT-SHhheew! Igh- EIKTâIESHHhhieuw!â Lucifer sneezed again, snapping forward as the wind surged outside.
âI think you might wanna step out for a bit,â Angel pointed out, âThat sounds fuckinâ rough.â
âMmhm,â Lucifer raised his head and rubbed tears from irritated eyes, âI thigk- snff- Iâm gonna go and lie down, this is gonna drive me nuts...â
Lucifer walked briskly out the door, his exit punctuated with a pair of harsh, tickly sneezes that one could just tell - without even seeing him - had bent him so sharply forward there was a chance heâd pulled something.
The soft groan that followed only added weight to this.
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That was way too close, Lucifer thought to himself over and over and over as he half-ran to his room.Â
Closing the ornate door behind him with a click, he summoned a box of tissues from the ether, pressing one to his face as his breath shuddered.
âIhhgh-TCHHEW! AehâEETSHhieh! Hg- heh- HUH-IHSHhhhiuw! âTSHhheeww!! Eugh, fuckiâg- snrk-! great.â
He blew his nose, wincing at the sound, and threw the used tissues in the trash.
His make-up definitely hadnât survived that.
He was just about to dart to his mirror and wipe the tear stains from his cheeks when something clicked.
He was, rather inconveniently, allergic to the scented candles downstairs.
But, he reflected, that meant he didnât have to hide his symptoms.
Thank. Fucking. Creation.
Heâd go back down there later, but for now, he was going to lie the hell down - sneezing so much had left him light-headed, and the pressure headache developing behind his eyes wasnât helping in the least.
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No-one anticipated the swift knock at the door, but Charlie got up to answer it anyway - whoever had come here in this weather clearly needed help.
Charlie was expecting a truly desperate Sinner, or maybe an imp on the run.
She was not, however, expecting the tall, leather-jacket-clad form of Cherri Bomb to greet her at the door, with snow dusting her shoulders and her sunset-pink hair.
ââSup, Princess?â Cherri smiled, singular eyebrow raised as she crossed the threshold.
âCherri!â Charlie said, âOh my gosh, come in, it must be freezing out there!â
âCanât feel my bloody hands,â Cherri replied with a shiver, âWe never really got snow in Perth, this is new to me.â
âHere, Iâll make you, uh... mulled wine! Thatâll warm you up in no time!â Charlie darted off to the kitchen.
âI know somethinâ thatâll do the trick,â Cherri muttered, casting a glance across the room, âOi, Pen!â
âOh goodnessss!â Sir Pentious slithered as quickly as he could across the room, and wrapped his arms around her, âMy love, youâre so cold-â
Pentious cut himself off when Cherri gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. That alone was enough to get the both of them blushing a little - and took the chill out of Cherriâs face as she walked into the parlour.
âOoh, yesss,â Pentiousâs expression softened from worry to sweet fondness.
âAngieeee,â Cherri smiled.
âNo shit!â Angel laughed, running up to hug his friend, âHowâve ya been?â
âBored as fuck,â Cherri answered, âNo-one else is doing anything with this storm, so I figured Iâd swing by.â
âAs you should,â Angel said, âIt looks ugly out there.â
âYouâre tellinâ me,â Cherri shivered again, âI donât think itâs stopping any time soon, Iâm just glad I got here before the doors froze shut.â
She sat down on a couch in the parlour.
âCharlie told me to give ya this,â Husk walked over, carring two mugs of mulled wine, the liquid a deep, dark red. He handed one to her, and placed the other on the coffee table.
âThanks, mate,â Cherri nodded, breathing in the sweetly scented steam and taking a slow sip, âAhh, thatâs nice. Wouldnât be my go-to for gettinâ plastered, but it tastes good, at least.â
âCherri?â came Pentiousâs voice from the doorway.
âCrikey!â Cherri startled, looking up to see him - when had he left and then came back without her noticing?
He was holding a fluffy blanket, going over to the couch and sitting beside her, putting the blanket over them both and taking his own mug from the table.
âThanks, Pentious,â Cherri whispered, her face softening, âCanât seem to get warm...â
âOh- is it because Iâm cold-blooded?â Pentious asked.
âNah, nah,â Cherri shook her head, âJust not really used to this kinda weather, is all.âÂ
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âIhHHâIKSHhheww! Ehh-? EITISHhhhHIEW! HIKSHhhiew- ieh-hgh... Hh-! AEKTâISSHhhue! Ughhh, fuck this!â
Lucifer sat at the desk in his room, his jacket lying across the back of his chair, his shirt and waistcoat open. He felt uncomfortably hot, and it was becoming increasingly obvious to anyone who saw him from the brightening flush to his face, the glimmer of sweat on his brow.
He reflected that he was probably just about the only person in the Pentagram who was warm right now; the storm out the window - the one heâd caused - was truly raging by now, and the cityâs streets were dead quiet.
Surely, he thought, no-one in their right mind had gone out in this...
Three sharp knocks at his door.
âSnff-! Come in,â Lucifer said, and immediately felt a hand on his shoulder, and gave a yelp that cracked in the middle.
He turned his head to see the Radio Demon standing behind him, smiling.
âGoodness, sire,â Alastor put on a tone of concern that bordered on mockery, drawing his hand away, âYouâre practically aflame!â
âIf thatâs your weird, old-timey way of- sndk- calliâg mbe hot-â Lucifer started, cutting himself off with a few coughs.
âOn the contrary,â Alastor kept going, and yep, that was definitely mockery, âYouâre clearly feverish, and-â
âHeghHHT-AHTschhHIEW!â
âYou do realise Iâve heard you sneezing ever since you left the parlour?â Alastor continued, without missing a beat.Â
Lucifer let out a strangled sort of hmm-! sound that he passed off as clearing his throat.
âYouâre sick, arenât you?â Alastor asked.
Oh, fuck.
âWhat?â Lucifer started, a nervous, wheezing laugh running through the word, âNdo! Wh- why would you think that? Iâb- snnrk-! Iâb fide!â
âThe fact that the word âfineâ doesnât have a âDâ in it, for a start,â Alastor answered.
âIâb- hang odd, sorry,â Lucifer paused to blow his nose again, âIâm not sick. Iâm allergic to the candles downstairs - and your bullshit, as a matter of fact, so do us both a favour and fuck off.â
âLast I checked, allergies donât cause a fever so high you function as a radiator,â Alastor observed.
âAnd last I checked,â Lucifer retorted plainly, âthatâs none of your business. Did you have anything else to say, or are you just here to be bitchy?â
âOh, forgive me!â Alastor laughed, âI did get sidetracked. I came up to let you know we have a guest.â
The gasp of surprise sent Lucifer into another fit of harsh coughs.
âWhat?â he managed.
âYou remember Cherri Bomb, donât you?â Alastor asked, âShe decided to pay a visit, and I rather think it would be appreciated if you show your face down there. Itâs Sinsmas Eve, after all! It wouldnât do to neglect your duties as host. Oh, but letâs not kid ourselves-â Alastor continued as the king began to almost literally smoulder with rage - there was steam twirling up from the top of his head as the sweat from his hair evaporated.
âWhatever the circumstance of your... condition, you wouldnât exactly be desirable company like this.â
âOkay, fuck you all the way to Alpha goddamn Centauri,â Lucifer stood, and swayed on his feet slightly before steadying himself on the desk, âIâm gonna get changed and go down there ri-hhight-- ihgkh-?â
âTake your time,â Alastor smirked.
âIh-eihh- HhâAEGHT-schhHEW! âTSHHHIEW!â Lucifer snapped forward into cupped hands. Alastor took two steps back as Lucifer groaned.
âLeave. Ndow,â Lucifer glared up at him, hands still covering the lower half of his face.
âAs you wish,â Alastor walked to the door, âFeel better soon, Your Majesty!âÂ
The taller demon walked out the door and shut it behind him.
Lucifer grabbed a handful of tissues to clean himself up, and then groaned in frustration.
He rummaged through his closet for something cooler to wear - if he stayed in his usual ringleader getup, heâd melt. Finally, he found a loose, short-sleeved button-up in red and white. Suitably festive, and not as tight as what heâd typically wear. And whatâs more - it had a breast pocket, which Lucifer placed a fresh handkerchief into, folded into a neat square.
Perfect.
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That's the end of part one, guys! Stay tuned...
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Iâve been so loving the phrasing of âcold/flu/illness-riddenâ lately, e.g.:
âThey pawed at their cold-ridden nose, tinging it redder at the tip.â
âAn all too familiar prickling sensation tickled away at their cold-ridden sinuses.â
âThe silence was filled only with small sniffles and the clear of a cold-ridden throat.â
âTheir next breath snagged in their cold-ridden lungs, sending them into another coughing fit.â
âFever-rouged cheeksâ or âfeatures rouged with feverâ etc. are also personal favorites as of late đĽ°
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Some BDSnzM Ideas/Prompts (NSFW, 18+ only as always)
Bindings:
𧾠Incorporating an allergen, perfume, or fabric/scent sensitivity into the restraints themselves of the sub.
𧣠Binding a sick character with their own scarf.
đâ𦺠Inducing a sub while holding a leash around their neck. Maybe it even helps keep them still or means they canât get away from that inducing tool/allergenâŚ
𪢠Similarly, a sub tied by leash or wrist binding to a bedpost/desk near an allergen. Or perhaps to bound to a tree with flowers practically overflowing with pollen.
đď¸ A dom inducing themselves while their sub has to just watch because theyâre bound, unable to move to touch themselves or to speed up the inducing process.
Orders and rewards:
âąď¸ An order to hold back for a specific amount of time, counting out loud or even using a stopwatch.
đ An order to achieve the right sound/number/type of sneeze. E.g. âI want them soft and contained, all right?â or âI want them loud and messy, all right?â or âNo more than three.â
đŁď¸ An order to bless the dom after they sneeze.
đ An order to thank the dom after blessing their sub. Punishments for being impolite~
âď¸ For good behavior, some reward ideas: allowed to sneeze, blow their nose, remove one allergenic flower from an inducing bouquet, take cold medicine, etc.
Games and scenarios:
đĄď¸ Very gentle and attentive because 1+ of them is sick. Maybe theyâre even in pajamas/sweaters, use loose restraints made of soft material, or get some sexual rewards for everything they do to take care of themselves.
đ A dom trying to maintain their composure, but theyâre starting to really need to sneeze. Maybe their attempt to hold back results in sneezing on their partner, who could be into it or not.
đď¸ âWherever you sneeze on my body, Iâll touch on yours.â
𩲠One sneeze = one clothing item removed. Like strip poker, but with inducing.
đ Roleplay ideas pt. 1: a doctor tending very well to their patient (or knight to royalty), an aroused florist with their allergic and indecisive client (could also take place at a candle or perfume shop), sneezy strangers dancing at a party or masquerade ball, a hero captured by a villain while sick/near allergens/induced by them.
đ Roleplay ideas pt. 2: a makeup artist and their sensitive subject, a maid with a feather duster and an aroused superior, a stern librarian scolding and punishing someone allergic to dust for making noise, and (of course) sneezing while hiding.
𪜠A dom dragging a feather slowly across the body of their blindfolded sub until they reach their sensitive nose. Or, if they use an allergen, they can have the sub guess what theyâre usingâa wrong answer resulting in punishment.
đśâđŤď¸ Riskily teasing a sub (verbally, sexually, and/or inducing) when one of them has to sneeze while hiding together.
đ A little game where the sub has to read as long as possible from an extremely dusty book without sneezing. Could be timed, even.
đ An induced sub insists that itâs impossible to hold back, saying that their dom wouldnât be able to either in their position. Dom challenges them on it, daring the sub to induce them. If they sneeze, sub is proven right and gets a reward. If they donât sneeze, sub is proven wrong and gets a punishment.
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Nobody calls something âtitillatingâ if they arenât at least a little into it
stumbled upon this little excerpt and it is FIRE đł
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Do you think his feathers fluff up when he sneezes-
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so to my surprise i am suddenly. very much down bad for And/real/phus and Vas/sago
fuckin. fruity ass birds
headcanons to follow courtesy of late night rambles with @rosieknows
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I think that this is pretty much what everyone in the whump community wants (Me included) after the recent episode
~Spoilers under cut~
"Yeah, definitely a fever."
I need a fic about this so baddd
#EXACTLYYY#this episode hit so many caretaking tropes#like. you could not ask for a more perfect setup for a fic#fever whump#illness whump#stolas#blitzø#stolitz#art
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