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alans-snz · 2 years ago

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Here it comes. The long-awaited part two to my Ka/veh/th/am fic from a while ago. Featuring a fun little scenario inspired by Gen/shin snzcord last night. Enjoyyy! I'm still having so much fun with this, so I hope you all do as well

Part 1

About Time (Pt. 2/?)

(Gen/shin Im/pact, Al/hai/th/am & Ka/veh)

CW: Light mess

When Alhaitham awoke the next morning, he felt anything but better. His sinuses were filled with congestion, his throat was scratchy, and there was already the persistent tickle of a threatening sneeze in the back of his nose. His eyes still shut, he gave a groggy groan as the tickle feathered through his strong nose. He lazily raised one hand to his nose as he hitched, "Heh'hh, h'hhuh!—"

Teetering on a sneeze, he startled as he felt a soft cloth practically forced into his hand. His breath caught in his throat out of surprise, and he forced his eyes open. In front of him was a familiar blonde figure, sitting directly next to his bed with his long hair neatly tied behind him. His red eyes seemed to show...concern? Sympathy? Alhaitham was too tired to tell.

"K-Kaveh?" Alhaitham asked in shock. His voice was gravelly yet filled with congestion, and speaking was a bit of a chore itself. It took all his might to avoid coughing right then and there. Kaveh had just handed him a handkerchief? Surely, he was dreaming and hadn't actually awoken yet...

"Morning, sunshine," Kaveh teased. "Well don't you look dreamy?" As Alhaitham prepared to snap back at this incessant remark, the buzzing tickle in his reddened nose returned with full force. He clutched the handkerchief to his nose.

"Hh'h...hn'gXt, h'KngXt–chuh...hnKT'chuhh!" Sneeze after sneeze escaped Alhaitham's nose, sending him pitching forward so he was forced to sit up in the bed. The more he stifled them, the more the tickle seemed to build. But Archons forbid he were to embarrass himself even more than he already had this morning with Kaveh directly next to him. He felt a gentle hand on his back. Kaveh was...comforting him? Or maybe he was just supporting his weight. Alhaitham shivered. Although gentle, the hand felt cold after a night of sleeping under the warm covers.

Alhaitham took a quick quivering breath and tightly pinched his nose with the handkerchief once more, "H'hh, h'hheh...hn'Xt, hn'GkT!—chuhh...H'gSxt-uhh, hKgt–uhh!" The stifles were growing progressively more desperate and powerful and continued to give him no relief. Alhaitham's eyes were beginning to tear up, and his nose was slowly beginning to rebel against his stubborn refusal to sneeze freely.

"Haitham..." Kaveh stated calmly, a hint of gentleness and concern in his tone, "Please, let yourself sneeze. You'll feel better."

"I c-can't—" Alhaitham began quickly, "I can't let y-heh-you..." His teary eyes narrowed, and before he could pinch his nose again, Kaveh grasped ahold of the man's wrists. Alhaitham couldn't even process it very well, he was so focused on fighting the sensation to sneeze. But oh Archons, he needed to sneeze, and he needed to sneeze now.

Unable to pinch his nose with Kaveh tightly holding his wrists, Alhaitham clenched his teeth. "Hn'GSs-chhn!" A gentle spray misted the covers. While it wasn't as satisfying as a full sneeze, it was better than the stifles from previously. As a result of this slight release, his nose did not seem ready to stop. "Hn'GnKt—chnn, hn'GsS—chihn! Hh'huuhh!" A desperate gasp escaped Alhaitham's lips, the following sneezes avoiding restraint.

"Heh'GSSchuu, h'YISs–chyuu!" Alhaitham's body convulsed forward with the powerful double. He shivered and took another sharp breath. His nose was far from done. "Hih'hh...heh'AS'shyuu, hah'TIS'schhih! YISs'Shhuhh! Ung...snrfk..." The final sneeze in the small fit was punctuated with a soft groan and a congested sniffle. Kaveh let go of his wrists, and Alhaitham brought the handkerchief up, blowing his nose wetly.

"Bless you," Kaveh said simply and continued to gently rub the scholar's back. As much as he longed to tease the man, that would be saved for another time. As for now, Kaveh was sure to keep Alhaitham company throughout his illness. Alhaitham began to move as if to get out of bed. His movements were clearly groggy and much slower than normal. Kaveh pushed him back down into the bed. "Oh, no you don't."

"I need to work..." Alhaitham stated through congestion and sniffled again. "I have so much to do."

Kaveh sighed and pinched the bridge of his own nose in annoyance. Even while sick, Alhaitham was so focused on his work. He swore even Alhaitham's breaks consisted of working. "Fucking pissant shithead," he grumbled under his breath.

"What did you call me?" Alhaitham had been blowing his nose once more and had his eyes shut tightly, but he opened them and glared at his roommate behind his handkerchief.

Right. Despite his soundproof earpieces, it seemed Alhaitham could always recognize when Kaveh mumbled an insult, even if he was across the room. He'd known Kaveh for long enough to be able to tell without even seeing his face. But well, this slightly snarky remark assured Kaveh Alhaitham was at least somewhat fine despite his continual sneezing and congestion.

Kaveh turned toward Alhaitham with a scowl, returning to his normal demeanor. "Fine, you fucking pisshead, I'll bring you your damn things," he snapped, sighed, and wheeled around.

"That's what I thought," Alhaitham stated, leaned back, and finished blowing his nose as Kaveh left the room. If the doors in their home didn't open and close on their own, Alhaitham bets Kaveh would have slammed it behind him. That is partially why he had them installed to begin with. Anyway...

Alhaitham's sneezes from earlier had surely helped loosen the congestion in his sinuses, but the tickle in his nose nonetheless continued to persist. Plus, he'd likely need a box of tissues, as this handkerchief was proceeding to grow useless. Though knowing Kaveh, despite his expressed annoyance, he'd likely caught on with this before Alhaitham even noticed, so he didn't bother to say anything else. Instead, he closed his eyes and inhaled softly, hoping to get these other sneezes out before Kaveh returned.

"Huhh'hh..." The first sharp hitch followed quickly, and Alhaitham threw the handkerchief to the bedside, pulling up the blanket just in time to catch the first of many sneezes, "Huh'h, heh'hh—heh'ISS'schmp! Heh'TSS'schm!" A quick lull to take a shaky breath. "Hiiihh'hh...O-oh—Ahuh!—Archons...heh, h'hh! Hg'GSSchuu, h'KSS'chyuu, HA'Sschuu! Snnf! Ugh..." Alhaitham was in shock at just how unsatisfying all this sneezing felt. His nose just...still wasn't done.

"Hah'ISSchuu! Heh...h'KSSs—shyuu! H'huh...aht'GSSchuhh! Snf! A-Archons, what th-huh?—Hn'GSSchh-yuu! Fuuuck..." Alhaitham shook his head and rubbed his nose vigorously. It seemed to temporarily help the tickle, but holy shit this was more than he expected. Maybe his nose was pissed of being unable to sneeze overnight that it was making up for it in the morning. Now of all times would actually be a good time for Kaveh to walk back in. He could really use a tissue...or three. He desperately wanted to blow his nose to avoid sneezing even more.

"Bless you!" Kaveh called from the other room. Within seconds, the blonde man showed up at the door with Alhaitham's quills, ink, some parchment, and—as Alhaitham had guessed—a large box of tissues. "I thought you'd need some of these as well, with that sneezy nose of yours," he said teasingly and placed the tissues on Alhaitham's desk with the rest of his supplies.

"Wow. You shouldn't have," Alhaitham stated sarcastically. He sniffled, snatched a tissue, and blew his nose strongly. With a slight groan and a sniffle, he made his way out of bed and stood. "Now if you don't mind, I have much to do. Snrrf! I can't afford y-your..." His eyes narrowed, he paused, and his face contorted with the tickle, yet he still attempted to continue his sentence, "hih'h...dist–hh!–distra-hah-act—" He snapped to the side once more, clutching the tissue over his nose, "haht'TSSchnt, hn'TSSchnn! Hiih, ht'TSSchyuu!" He attempted to muffle them, but these sneezes were too powerful, instead coming out harsh and only half-restrained, as well as pitching him forward at his waist.

"Bless you," Kaveh stated simply as Alhaitham finished sneezing. "As you wish. Just don't spill your ink. I'd rather not have to clean that up for you." Alhaitham straightened up and glared at him behind the handkerchief. Kaveh smirked before leaving the room once again.

Alhaitham sat down at his desk with a sigh. He picked up his quill, dipped it in the ink, and started scratching away at the parchment. He was so lost in his work that he did not notice when another tickle brewed in the back of his sinuses.

"Huh?" was the only warning he got. He couldn't even move his hands before the sneezes overcame his body, "Huh'YSSchhih! Ht'TSSchuu!" Between his sneezes, he heard a snapping sound, but he was so focused on not sneezing on the page that he couldn't discern what it was. When he opened his eyes after the sudden double, he found his quill had snapped from the force of his sneezing. He gave a frustrated sniffle, scrubbed his nose, tossed the broken quill into the trash, and grabbed a new one before pausing. He'd completely forgotten what he was writing, and the broken quill had splattered ink on the page to where he couldn't even try to get himself some context. Plus he shivered, as he just now noticed how cold it was in his room. Speaking of...

Damned cold, he thought. He couldn't do anything without it breaking his train of thought. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. Maybe work would have to wait. At least until the sneezing died down a little. Despite having only been out of bed for a few minutes, being back under those warm covers was looking more and more tempting by the second.

"Heh'ISSs—shyuu!" Another sneeze brought the scribe back to his senses. So finally, he gave in, set down his quill, threw away the trashed piece of parchment (and any others the broken quill's ink bled onto), and hoisted himself back into bed. He was hungry, but another nap was in order. Only after that could he maybe prop open a nice book and settle down with his quill in hand.

"H'hh...hn'TSSchuu!" And hopefully when he awoke once more he'd feel a little better. He sniffled again, laid his head down, and dozed off.

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