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[aller-geez]

A Hehh— Head-On Approach

A minific (>2k words)

Written & Illustrated by: allergeez

Another Remi snz fic (oooh, big surprise, right? 🤡) Only >2k words, but trying to get past my writers block with something easy~ Loooooooots of snz, some description of mess but nothing super explicit. Based off of @hhhyacinthgreen ‘s suuuuper old snzario prompt that can be found hereee~ Pls enjoy 😇😇

“Hh—! ….. SNxxxgff!”

A low, familiar growl of frustration filled the otherwise still, crisp autumn air before a gruff hand slammed the heavy wooden front door of their cabin open with a jarring bang. Remi’s large body shoved through the doorway less than gracefully and he was wrapped in a thick coat, a fleece scarf wrapped around his neck and hanging loosely from his broad shoulders. His piercing green eyes had dulled just slightly, and his sharp nose had already begun to take on an angry, pink hue. Behind the characteristic scowl, the exhaustion was readable clear as day across his features as he stormed into the otherwise quiet house. As soon as it came into view, the wolf carelessly tossed his worn black backpack on the couch and more or less stumbled back towards the back bedroom which he shared with his mate.

Levi, who had taken a trip with Draeko, was due back in another hour or so, and until then, the house was eerily quiet, at least momentarily.

As the large canine clumsily made his way through the bedroom doorway, he stretched his nostrils back and forth, attempting to will away the maddeningly persistent tickle that had lodged itself within his sinus cavity all damn day.

Remi stumbled into the bedroom with a huff, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor. He made a beeline for the bed, plopping down on the edge and leaning back onto his hands with a groan. The constant pressure behind his nose and forehead had been driving him insane all day, and he was ready to just lie down and try to sleep it off.

“SNnxxxgtff!” Remington attempted another unproductive, waterlogged sniffle that did nothing but ignite the tickle from the tip of his nose, snaking down into his raw sinuses. Frantically, the wolf scrubbed at the sensitive appendage with his palm as his breath hitched desperately, despite his attempts to stave off the inevitable.

“Shit—” he muttered under his breath, knowing it was too late. The sneeze barreled through him with unexpected force and volume, echoing loudly off the walls of their small bedroom. “HI’DTSCHIEW!” His broad shoulders shook as he fought to contain the onslaught of sneezes that followed in quick succession. “Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh! —hhh’ISCHih!….ghuhhh..”

“Mby fukgigg god…” he grumbled finally, wiping at his leaking nose with a frustrated growl. He could feel a headache building behind his sinuses and he rubbed at them with increasing agitation.

However, for the first moment all day, he could breathe. And he couldn’t deny how good it felt to just sneeze freely after holding them back all day.

Remi’s green eyes narrowed slightly at the tissue box on Levi’s side of the bed as an idea rang off in his head.

—what if he tried to sneeze out the cold that was most definitely slowly setting into his body? Just to get it over with, y’know? He was alone for now, and what was the worst that could happen?

With a soft, soupy sniffle, the wolf snatched a tissue from the box that sat next to the bed on the nightstand and rolled the corner into a point between his fingers.

With a shaky inhale, he raised it to his reddened nostrils that already seemed to quiver in fear away from the tool, and inserted it slowly into the entrance of the right one.

As soon as the tip of the tissue grazed the raw, sensitive walls of his nasal passages, his breath hitched desperately, his tongue sliding to rest just behind his bottom row of teeth as his jaw fell slack. It didn’t take much wriggling of the tissue before the tickle bloomed into an overwhelming sensation and another loud, unrestrained sneeze came tumbling out.

“Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!” The sneeze bent him in half from the force, and a long string of mucus connected the tissue to his nostril that still trembled from the overwhelming buzz. But— pressure behind his eyes had decreased significantly, and he could at least move air through his right nostril.

Remi gritted his teeth and felt the cool air rush into his head, washing over the intricate maze of his nasal passages, making him shiver. But it also felt so good to finally breathe without the oppressive weight of the congestion bearing down on him.

Sniffling again with determination, Remi drug the back of his hand across his leaking nose before crumpling the old tissue that was beyond soaked after just one, tossing it to the side. The wolf grabbed a fresh tissue from the box, twisted it to a point between his fingers again and this time inserted the tip into his left nostril.

The intense sensation took him off guard, causing him to cough a few times, but instantly his eyelashes began to flutter over his cheeks as his eyebrows knit together on his forehead.

With a sharp intake of breath, Remi snapped forward again.

“Hh-Huh-haaahh...Hdt’ISCHHh’ih!," he grunted, trying to work up the courage for another sneeze while keeping the tissue in place. His nostrils flared open wider and wider, sucking in more air as he held it there.

He couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of mess he looked like now - all scrunched up on his side, sweat beading on his brow as he tried to will away this insufferable cold.

Without much warning, another round of sneezes rumbled through him like thunder in the distance, shaking the bed beneath him. "Hh'ISCHHHh! —hhEhh-! HhEHh’IITShh’IIEW!! —ihH’ktdSHhh!!!”

Remi breathed heavily as he recovered from the latest round of sneezes, his whole body shuddering.

He wasted no time in snatching up a new tissue once he had soaked his previous one and rolling it to a sharp point like the others, finally starting to feel some relief behind his building congestion. Reinserting it into the quivering raw passageway, he could feel it starting to tickle and burn, like someone had lit a match within the tip of his nose.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to plunge the tissue deeper into his pinkened nostril, feeling it scrape against the sensitive lining and causing his breath to catch within his throat instantly. With trembling fingers, he held it there—his whole body trembling now as he waited for the inevitable release. Just a few more seconds...

“Hhh—! … hHeHH—! ighEHhh—! hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih! hh'IETSH’UE! Hh—! HI’DTSCHIEW! heh’iTTSHH’iEW! ihh- Hihh—! ih’TTSSHH’UE!”

His eyes squeezed shut under his wrinkled forehead as his head reeled, and he could feel the wetness of his cheeks against his closed lids. He took a deep breath to steady himself, snatching another few tissues from the box and tenting them over his nose before he filled them with a thick gurgle.

As he lowered the soggy mass from his face, he gave a testing sniffle, that much to his surprise, was completely clear of congestion.

His nose was definitely still buzzing, but that same soupy, wet cement feeling that was once packed into his head had disappeared, leaving the wolf with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Remi - 1, Cold - 0.

Just as he began to collect the soggy tissues that decorated the bed, he heard the front door gently click open, followed by the weary sigh of his mate as the feline began to set down his bags.

The raven haired man quickly disposed of the evidence into the bedside trash can before rising to his feet.

“Kitten?” He called out, the lack of congestion in his voice rounding out his consonants only furthering the confidence in the smirk drawn across his lips.

The wolf went about his night as usual, talking with Levi about his trip and and finishing the night with a lighthearted movie before they both crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Remi woke up feeling even worse. His nose was clogged, his head pounded, and his body ached as if he'd been hit by a truck. He felt like he could barely move. The sheets were tangled around him, and his mouth was dry as the desert. As he lay in bed, the sun streamed through his window, warming his skin but not quite enough to dispel the chill that seemed to seep into his bones. He knew he should get up, but the thought of moving just made him want to curl up tighter under the covers and disappear. So instead, he stayed put, trying to will away the cold that seemed to be taking over his body.

“Hh— Hehh—! hhEhh-! HhEHh’IITShh’iiEW! Hihh’ISSHh! ihH’ktdSHhh!!! HEHH—! IH’tSSH!” He sneezed loudly, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. It felt like a bomb going off inside his head, followed by an explosion of thick goop dripping down his philtrum.

Ugh, this cold was already no joke.

With a groan, he pulled himself up to sit against the headboard and took a sip of water from the glass on his nightstand. It tasted cool and refreshing against his parched tongue but did little to quench the thirst that seemed to linger deep within him. He reached for another tissue from its box on the table and blew his nose, wincing as it scraped against the raw lining of his nostrils.

Okay…

— Maybe his calculations yesterday were a little off…

Maybe it wasn’t Remi - 1 , Cold - 0 after all…

[aller-geez]

A Ruff Morning

A short, non-canon 3000 word piece from Coldshare's old prompt that can be found here 🩶

It’s been so long since I’ve posted a fic, I decided to dip my toes back in a little with this short Remi torture 🖤🖤. Includes allergies he doesn’t usually have but I got a little carried away with the idea 😭😂

The morning sun streamed through the dusty cabin windows, golden light catching on the faint trails of floating pollen in the air. Remi leaned heavily against the counter, arms crossed as his head tilted back ever so slightly. His green eyes, dim with the beginnings of what promised to be an absolutely miserable day, blinked rapidly as his breath hitched.

“Hhh… hhh’ihhh…”

No, not again. He clenched his jaw and straightened, his glowing eyes narrowing as he fought against the tickle building deep in his nose. A faint, persistent itch teased the back of his sinuses, growing sharper with every ragged breath.

“Dot today,” he muttered hoarsely, his voice thick with congestion. His black hair fell into his face as he gave a fierce sniff, trying to wrangle the irritation into submission. It was spring, his least favorite season, when every blooming tree and gust of wind turned the world into a personal battleground for his nose.

Remi’s nostrils flared involuntarily, his breath catching again. “Hhh—hhh—!” His broad shoulders tensed, his chest rising as the sneeze prepared to explode out of him. But no. He refused to give in to it.

“Ugh, come on,” he growled, jamming a finger under his nose in a desperate attempt to hold back the inevitable. The pressure helped, at first—a tiny reprieve as the tickle wavered and receded. But then, disaster struck.

A warm, wet sensation spread against his finger, and he froze in horror. His nose, apparently fed up with his defiance, had decided to start running. He could feel the dampness on his finger already, and worse, it only seemed to enhance the ticklish sensation inside his nostrils.

“Fugkigg disgustigg…” he muttered, hastily grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter. He pressed it to his nose and blew forcefully, his ears popping slightly with the effort. For a moment, it felt like progress—his sinuses cleared, and he could finally breathe without obstruction.

But his victory was short-lived.

As he inhaled deeply, savoring the relief, the air around him carried a fresh wave of pollen directly into his newly cleared nasal passages. His nose twitched violently, the tickle roaring back with a vengeance. “Hhh—hhh--HhhHhh! Hahhh…” His breath caught again, but he refused to let the sneeze win.

Remi spun on his heel, his frustration mounting. He couldn’t stay in the kitchen—not with the sunlight streaming through the window and the thick scent of spring in the air. He stalked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

But as soon as he stepped into the room, his nose twitched again, the itch flaring to unbearable levels. He sniffled sharply, glaring at the room as if it had personally offended him. His glowing green eyes scanned the space, landing on the thin layer of dust coating the nightstand and dresser.

“Seriously?” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Whed’s the last tibe this place was cleaded?”

The answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the tickle in his nose, already unbearable, had somehow doubled in intensity. He rubbed at it furiously, trying to dislodge the irritation, but that only made things worse. His fingers grazed the most sensitive part of his nose— his septum, where the itch was strongest.

“Hhh—hhhihhh! Hh…hhh’ihhhh…” His breath hitched uncontrollably, his nostrils flaring wide as the sneeze teased him mercilessly. His face contorted, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting as he hovered on the brink of release. But it wouldn’t come.

“Ughhh!” he growled, stomping out of the room and into the fresh air outside.

Big mistake.

The moment he stepped outside, the world seemed to conspire against him. The trees lining the path were in full bloom, their delicate flowers releasing plumes of pollen with every breeze. The air was thick with it, clinging to his skin and hair. His nose twitched wildly, the tickle now a raging inferno deep in his sinuses.

“Hhh…hhh’iiiHh—!”

He tilted his head back instinctively, his glowing eyes fluttering shut as the sunlight hit his face. The sudden brightness triggered an immediate photic reflex, his breath hitching violently as the sneeze finally surged to the surface.

“Hhh… hhh’EHTSSHH’UE! Hhh’IISHHhhhuh! HI’DTSSHHIEW!”

The sneezes burst out of him in rapid succession, bending him at the waist with their force. His hands flew up to his face, barely catching the mess before another sneeze overtook him.

“HD’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! hiHH'ISCHHH'UE! Hhh’IETSH’UE! H’ihhSHHhhiew!”

By the time the fit ended, Remi was left sniffling miserably, his broad shoulders slumping as he straightened up. His nose, now red and irritated, twitched again, threatening to launch him into yet another sneezing frenzy.

“Why?” he muttered, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Why mbe?”

He turned back toward the cabin, defeated. But even as he trudged inside, the tickle remained, lurking just beneath the surface, ready to strike again at the slightest provocation.

Inside, Remi slumped onto the couch, grabbing another tissue and blowing his nose again. It brought no relief—if anything, the irritation only deepened, and he felt the maddening itch crawling back into his sinuses. His glowing green eyes narrowed as he glared at the box of tissues.

“Hhh…” His breath hitched again, his nostrils flaring as he tilted his head back. “Hhh’IETSH’UE! Hhh—IISHHhhh! Hhh’ISSHHhiEW!”

The sneezes tore through him with violent force, leaving him gasping for air. He sniffled miserably, grabbing another tissue as he sank further into the couch cushions.

Levi entered the room moments later, his freckled face lighting up with a mix of amusement and concern. “Rough morning?” he asked, holding out a fresh cup of tea.

Remi shot him a look, his voice hoarse as he replied, “You thidk?”

Levi chuckled softly, setting the tea on the table beside him. “Well, maybe next time you’ll let yourself sneeze before it turns into a whole production.”

Remi groaned, burying his face in his hands as the tickle in his nose started to build again. Spring was going to be the death of him.

[aller-geez]

Blood Isn’t Always Thicker

written & illustrated by: allergeez 🖤

Hello yes this is my first Svelex fic, so hopefully I wrote them to @thekinkyleopard ‘s vision! A little bit over 8k words, lore heavy allergy snz Sven. Just a warning, there’s no snz until around 3K words, but I swear he makes up for it! Strong Language, snz obviously, allergies, family drama, etc.

Sven's gentle, purr-like laughter rumbled through the spare bedroom, the walls now adorned with posters of his favorite games and technology. The badger and himself had spent countless hours renovating the room, transforming it into a cozy "game room" where the Cheshire could stream to his heart's content.

“Alright guys, it is getting late here… I think I’m gonna end this stream for tonight and go bother Elex to go pick up some Taco Truck.. I’m starving!” The cat laughed again, a warm, charismatic sound that was accompanied by a slightly toothy grin as he placed the PlayStation controller onto the desk sitting in front of him, which was lit up with bright orange LED lights underneath it.

The choir of friendly insults that were thrown in the cats direction from others in the stream made him grin even wider, a wholehearted laugh rumbling from his lips.

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” Sven adjusted himself in his— admittedly a little too expensive —gaming chair with a wave of his hand towards the camera, planting his feet firmly on the hardwood floor so the chair didn’t start to roll away.

“I told you, I’ll start streaming Red Dead Redemption 2 tomorrow! You’ll just have to wait…” The feline snickered, lifting his hands to adjust the custom headset sitting on his head, cleverly tucked away behind his thick teal fringe. Elex had surprised Sven with a custom headset that allowed him to wear it while his cat ears were still out, and it had been such a confidence boost for the Cheshire, although he wouldn’t admit it if you asked him.

“You could try sleeping, yknow…. Isn’t it like 4 am there? Don’t you have work in the morning?” Sven asked toward the camera, obviously getting another snarky reply that caused the cat to shake his head with another wide grin. “Well that’s on you, man. Personally, I’m gonna con the badger out of a super burrito so—“

A sharp, distinct cough from the doorway behind him ripped Sven from his playful banter to see the annoyed scowl on his boyfriend’s otherwise beautiful face.

The feline flashed the green haired man a sheepish smile before hurriedly facing the camera again, moving the cursor to hover over the ‘end stream’ button. “Okay, gotta go! Join tomorrow for some Red Dead, I promise~” Sven winked at the camera with a small wave, before ending the stream and quickly snatching off his headset.

“……how much of that did you hear?” The feline’s orange ears flattened to his head as he looked over at Elex again.

The badger had his muscular arms crossed over his chest with an increasingly disapproving scowl tugging down on the corners of his mouth around the sharp canines that jutted out from his lips just slightly.

“Enough……” The man stood silent in the doorway a second, and a tinge of anxiety flooded the cat’s chest. After an uncomfortably long few moments, finally the badger snorted a laugh, unfolding his arms from his chest and burying his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans. “okay but let’s get one thing straight, you aren’t CONNING a badger out of a super burrito, okay? I’ll go pick ‘em up, but that’s because you’re gonna be paying for both of us, AND calling in the order, alright, you little shit?”

The corners of Sven’s mouth instantly pulled up into a coy grin, and he raised his palms in front of him in defense. “Alright, alright, I suppose that’s fair~” The cat purred another laugh with a quick flick of his large orange tail, dropping his gaze to locate his cell phone among the massive amount of electronics around him.

“Call it in, I’ll go pick it up right now. I still have your card from earlier and I’ll use it to pay. You know what I like… and I swear to fucking god if they fuck it up again I’m going to swing on someone…” Elex tossed over his shoulder as Sven fumbled to unlock his phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call it in. Be safe!” He replied rather quickly as his boyfriend closed the front door behind him. When the feline finally got his phone unlocked, the notification of a new text message from an unsaved number instantly caught his attention. As quickly as he could, the cat opened it, his slitted eyes widening as he read the full message.

??? — Hello Sven, I hope this message finds you well… This is your Father. I know you’ve tried to keep this number from me, and I’ve been told that trying to contact you was a bad idea but I couldn’t help but try.

??? — I was wrong about you, Sven. I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel alienated from the family. That was never my intention. But honestly, everything I want to say to you couldn’t be fully conveyed to you through a text message…

??? — That’s why I want to invite you to dinner at the house on Saturday, if you’d be willing to come. You may read these texts and laugh and not even reply and I’d understand if that was your choice. But if you would be willing to hear me out and hopefully at least be on speaking terms, I would love to hear back from you.

Sven's heart raced as he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. How had his father gotten his new number? He had made it very clear that he didn't want any contact with him...but then why did the message say "I was wrong"? Sven squinted at the words, his eyesight possibly failing him once again. But there it was, unmistakable. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions as he tried to make sense of the unexpected message. Was this a trap? Or was his father truly admitting fault? Sven didn't know what to believe anymore, and it terrified him.

The text took him so off guard that he had to lock his phone again and place it facedown on his lap, his orange slitted eyes drifting off as his thoughts raced through his head.

What was he going to do? Would he really be able to go back to /that/ place and eat a whole meal while being face to face with his dad and be patronized for god knows how long, just to MAYBE get a half assed apology from the man?

However desperately the cat wanted to gain a shred of acknowledgement from his father after he became invisible behind Draeko’s shadow, he had no idea if his psyche could handle the man that made him run as far away from the circus as possible and get a place in secret with Elex in the first place.

Suddenly, his phone that still lay face down on his lap began to vibrate wildly, jerking Sven from his thoughts and back to reality.

Lifting the phone to his face, Elex’s contact photo plastered itself across his screen, which made the feline curse under his breath, preparing himself for an angry badger on the other end when he answered.

A dull clawed finger answered the call, lifting the phone a good foot out from his ear, and before Sven could even say “Hello.”, Elex’s angry voice poured through the phone, causing the cat’s ears to fold flat on his head sheepishly.

“SVEN WHAT THE FUCK? DID YOU NOT CALL IN THE ORDER? CAUSE ITS GONNA BE A PROBLEM IF THIS FUCKING DICK IS LYING TO ME RIGHT NOW…”

“Lex! Sorry, sorry! I got distracted and forgot to call, my bad!” The feline cried out frantically, and the frustrated grit of the badgers teeth was audible through the phone, making Sven want to be as small as possible.

“There better be a good fucking reason, Sven..” Elex mumbled, and the sound of a car door slamming shut could be heard on the other end as the badger got back out of his car.

“There is, I promise I’ll tell you when you get here— you won’t fucking believe this shit…” Sven snorted, trying his best to sound nonchalant and mask the fact that he was honestly scared shitless over the entire situation.

— but Elex could sense something was off by the tone of his boyfriends voice, and decided to let up on the cat. Whatever the distraction was, it was clearly heavy and weighing on him.

“Just — fuckin’ A, you’re annoying..” Elex sighed dramatically, seemingly put out that he had to place the order himself.

“You love me~” Sven replied with that same faux nonchalance, making Elex silently cringe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Click — the line went dead.

Sven hung his head low, swiping up his phone and hiding it under the couch cushion as if that would make the situation any better. The silence of the house was almost deafening as he thought about how to tell the badger about the texts...

He needed to clean something. Anything.

A loud sigh escaped him as he got up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen. In all honesty, the kitchen was already almost spotless, but there was plenty of stuff that could use a wipe down. His heart raced anxiously as he grabbed a dishtowel and started on the counters.

Tap, splash, scrub, tap, splash. The sounds echoed through the otherwise quiet house as he went about cleaning up any and all messes he could find. The sink faucet squeaked with every turn of the handle, the dish soap smelled strongly of lemon, and the warmth of it against his palms felt comforting.

The humming of Elex's car in the driveway snapped him out of his thoughts once again, reminding him that the badger would be home soon. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of seeing his face when he walked in, and having to open up to his boyfriend on that level... Being vulnerable was kind of a hit or miss with the green haired man.

He quickly rinsed off the sponge and threw it into the sink before taking a moment to straighten up around him; even standing on his tiptoes to wipe down the very top of the fridge.

Suddenly, the front door flung open, and Elex came charging through with both of his hands full of large styrofoam cups full of soda, and a white plastic bag full of various foods hanging from his arm, an annoyed scowl across his face. Although, instantly upon making eye contact with Sven, seeing the stress weighing heavy on his features and the wad of paper towels he used to wipe down the fridge clutched tightly in his hand, the badger gave a knowing sigh as he slammed the door behind him with his foot.

“I’m so sorry, Lex, I didn’t mean to—“ Sven started to explain himself but was quickly cut off as Elex set down the drinks and the bag of food on the counter in front of him with a loud thump.

“Nah, I don’t care about that shit. What I do care about is what the fuck distracted you so much. You’re obviously stress cleaning, so it has to be something.” Elex quickly snatched the paper towels from Sven’s hand, throwing them in the trash. “Now spill it before the food gets cold.” He demanded, eliciting a cautious breath from the feline, his bright orange eyes locked on the floor.

Well, here goes nothing…

“Well… you know how I got my number changed so my dad didn’t have it anymore, when I moved, right?” Sven asked quietly, pulling on a loose string on his jeans as he spoke.

“Err… yeah? Of course. It was a pretty fuckin big ordeal if you remember….” The badger replied, one eyebrow cocked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well…” the Cheshire swallowed before continuing. “I got a text from him…. A few actually..”

“Oh, this aught to be good… what the fuck did that prick have to say?” Elex scoffed bluntly, leaning his back against the wall with a snort.

The cat’s heart was pounding in his chest as he spoke, "He invited me to dinner. Saturday evening, at his house," Sven mumbled, looking down at his feet. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I know I shouldn't go... but it's been so long since we've spoken... and I just want to see him... and maybe make things right..." He trailed off, biting his lower lip as his ears flattened against his head.

Elex rolled his dual colored eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Fuckin A, Sven. You're an adult now, you don't have to go crawling back to that asshole just because you feel bad. It's not like he'll actually apologize or anything," he scoffed again. The badger shook his head, disgusted with the idea of Sven even considering going through with this. "You know what he put you through."

"But it's not just that," Sven mumbled, looking up at Elex with pleading eyes. "I miss him... I miss— the circus, a bit…"

Elex huffed, leaning against the counter. "Well then," he started, "honestly, it sounds like you already made up your mind… But I don’t think it’s a good idea at all.”

Sven’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, although he knew from the beginning that Elex wouldn’t support him going either way.

“I mean, I haven’t replied to him yet, but… after really thinking about it… I can handle just one dinner on the very slim chance it’s not bullshit this time... And if he starts being his same ol self, I’ll just leave.” The feline shrugged, trying to put up the same faux nonchalant facade that he had tried earlier on the phone.

“I mean whatever, Sven. But don’t fucking hold your breath for that fucker to suddenly stop being an asshat to you out of no where. It’s been 26 years and he hasn’t gotten it together.” Elex shook his head with a sigh as he pulled a travel sized bottle of hand sanitizer from his pockets and squirted a small amount onto his palm before holding it out to Sven, who offered his hand. “You’re just going to get fucked over like always and he’s going to treat you like you wear a fucking helmet or some shit, and it’s going to be a disaster like it always fucking is.”

The cat’s tail twitched in annoyance at his boyfriend’s negativity, but he didn’t push the issue any further to avoid any arguments; instead he simply rubbed his palms together to sanitize his hands before silently removing his burrito from the bag on the counter.

“Thanks for this by the way.” He gestured to Elex with his unwrapped burrito before taking a large bite, to which the badger simply nodded as he removed his own food from the bag. “You’re fucking lucky I’m feeling generous today. Don’t let it happen again though.” The green haired man snorted, shaking his head back and forth as he sipped on the straw to his beverage.

As the two sat and munched silently on their food, Sven quickly typed out a reply to his father.

Sven - Hey, Dad. I just got your texts… uh, yeah… I’ll be there for dinner on Saturday night so maybe we can get shit off our chest and catch up.

Instantly the little blip in the corner began to show that his father was typing a reply. Typical.

??? — I’m so happy to hear that, Sven. Thank you for giving me a chance. I’m excited to hear how you’ve been. Dinner will be at 6 on Saturday. See you then.

Sven let out a deep breath as he finished his text to his father and looked up at Elex, who was already digging into his burrito as if nothing had happened. They sat in silence for a few more minutes, occasionally glancing at each other as they enjoyed the warmth of their food. Once they were done, they cleaned up the kitchen and headed to their room to unwind for the night. They both changed into their pjs, Sven donning a small tank top and shorts while Elex wore boxers and an oversized t-shirt. The room was cool despite the air conditioner running, but it made for comfortable sleeping conditions. They turned off the lights and crawled into bed together, cuddling close as they always did when it was time for sleep. Their bodies molded together like two puzzle pieces, two halves of one whole. For now, there was peace.

The room was dimly lit by the glow from the city outside their window, casting a soft blue hue over everything. The sound of cars honking floated in through the open window, mingling with the low hum of conversation from people walking by on the sidewalks below. It made Sven feel connected to something larger than himself—something grounding. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but found himself unable to stop thinking about this decision he'd made that could potentially shake up his life in ways he couldn't predict; he tossed and turned throughout most of the night, trying not to wake Elex up, but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing.

The days leading up to the dinner were filled with countless arguments between the two. It was as if the tension in the air had a physical presence, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to ignore. They would start off fine in the morning, exchanging gentle nuzzles and soft whispers while they got ready for the day. But by the time they would end their days, tired and drained, their tempers would often flare up over minor things like leaving shoes in the wrong spot or forgetting to buy milk.

The cat, usually so patient and understanding, found himself snapping at Elex for no reason at all, and of course the badger would fire back. Sven was usually so level-headed and considerate, but instead he would lash out in anger over trivial matters that would normally be brushed aside. Their nighttime routine remained unchanged; they would cook dinner together, watch TV, and cuddle in bed before sleeping. But now it felt forced, like two strangers going through the motions instead of lovers sharing their space. The food they cooked together lacked flavor and sparked more arguments about whose turn it was to cook or who forgot an ingredient. The TV shows they watched would always be interrupted by sarcastic commentary or change of channel without notice. Their warm embrace before sleep turned into cold shoulders as they tried to find solace in their own thoughts instead of each other's touch.

Sven couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach every time he thought about facing his father again after all these years. The last time they had seen each other had been tumultuous, to say the least. He just hoped that this dinner could be a fresh start for them both. However, part of him feared that it would only lead to more arguments and hurt feelings. As Saturday drew closer, so did their anxiety levels, making them both irritable and snappish towards one another.

That is— until Saturday morning (or, more accurately, 2 pm… but to Sven, it was morning..) finally rolled around…

It was his phone buzzing on the nightstand that finally woke the cat from his deep slumber. Opening one of his golden eyes groggily, Sven snatched it from the nightstand in annoyance and sat up, his teal hair splayed wildly in every direction. Still half awake, he squinted at the text message on his screen before clearing his throat to try and rid himself of the sudden itchy feeling that snaked down his esophagus. It was from his dad.

Dad — Hello Sven, just checking to be sure you’re still going to be here for dinner tonight? Looking forward to seeing you.

Clearing his throat again, Sven sniffled absentmindedly, rubbing the sleep from his eye with one balled up fist, using the other hand to tap out a reply. God, was he thankful for autocorrect.

Sven — Yeah, Dad, I’ll be there.

The cat left it at that, locking his phone with a loud yawn, his large orange ears flattening to his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and plopped his feet onto the floor with a heavy thud. Guess it was as good of a time as any to get up…

The night before had ended in another heated argument with Elex, and the badger had slept on the couch in the living room, allowing the feline to not have to be as worried of how loud he was being to avoid waking him.

Instinctively, Sven sniffled again before reaching up to scrub small circles into his nose with his palm. So itchyyyyy…

With a disapproving grunt, the cat pulled open the drawer to the nightstand shoved up against one side of the bed and fished out a blister pack of Claritin, half of the pack already punched out and foil hanging loosely from the back. He’d be damned if his allergies were going to choose today of all days to be a problem…

With a soft sniffle, Sven positioned the pack over his other hand, but before he managed to remove one of the small round pills from the pack, his breath snagged suddenly in his throat, a desperate gasp parting his lips before his head snapped downward with a soft, “Hehh.. n’gtx!”

The sudden, unexpected sneeze caused one of the cat’s nails to puncture the foil on the blister pack, one of the small round pills clattering against the hardwood floor beneath his feet before quickly rolling out of sight under the bed. But with the intensity of the buzzing within his nose, the Cheshire knew better than to assume the single sneeze was the end of it.

“K’tchh! Nnch! Nkch! — Hhh—! Ktch! Nkcht! Hh‘gsch!! Nngch!”

Wave after wave of sneezes overtook Sven as he tried to catch his breath, each one more intense than the last. "Ngt’chh! hptt’CH! h’gTShhHh! hiIh’nGkt!!" He couldn't seem to stop; his nostrils quivered maddeningly and his eyes pooled with allergic tears before they streamed down his face. Desperate to calm his overly sensitive nasal passages of the all encompassing sensation licking down the bridge of his nose, the cat frantically knuckled at his septum, but it didn't stop there; his nose still tickled mercilessly, demanding release.

“Hh—… H-Hhh—! H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! God damnd it!” The cat hissed angrily once finally able to, quickly getting up off of the bed and darting into the bathroom with one hand cupped over his nose and mouth. He slammed the door behind him as hot tears of frustration began to stream down his cheeks, his head feeling like it was about to split apart from all of the sudden, intense sneezing.

Sven hated this feeling. The uncontrollable urge to sneeze; the intense tickling sensation in his nose that demanded his full attention and refused to go away no matter how many times he was caught up in an endless, desperate fit. It was enough to drive anyone mad.

“N’gxt—! Heh’n’gtx—!” The feline couldn’t even catch a break in the safety of the bathroom as another round of sneezes overtook him. He snatched a handful of tissues from the box on the sink counter and furiously blew his nose, trying to clear out the allergen that was causing this hellish reaction.

But no matter how much he blew his nose, it just seemed to make things worse. And with every forceful exhale, more tears leaked out of his eyes until he could barely see clearly anymore.

Fuming with frustration, Sven reached for a glass on the counter and filled it with water before yanking open the medicine cabinet and swiping yet another pack of Claritin from the shelf. He popped two of the pills from the foil package and threw them into his open mouth, chasing it all down in one gulp.

Even after multiple rounds of blowing his nose and sniffling desperately into tissues, the Cheshire could still feel that annoying tickle in his nose. It felt like there was something lodged deep within his sinuses that just wouldn’t budge.

Feeling utterly defeated, Sven slumped down onto the edge of the bathtub and rested his head in hands.

Why did he have to be such a fucking mess? Why couldn’t he have normal allergies like normal people, like dust or pollen? The cat honestly felt like the butt end of some sick joke from the universe to have such debilitating allergies to his own body.

With a suddenly very waterlogged sniffle, more hot tears began to sting at his eyes before spilling over his cheeks and splashing against the tile floor below him. How was he supposed to show up at his dads like this? It would be like asking for it at this point…

Suddenly, a sharp knock at the bathroom door ripped the cat from his thoughts.

“Sven?” Elex’s voice poured out from behind the thin, wooden door, followed by a few seconds of silence. When he was met with no response, the badger tried again. “—Sven?”

“Ghhh— go away..” Sven muttered softly, still sitting on the edge of the tub with his chin resting on his palms, followed by an almost inaudible gasp as his breathing shuttered. “Nnch! Nkch! Ktch! Nkcht!”

“You okay in there?” Elex’s concern was evident in his voice as he pressed for a response. The worry in his tone was enough to make the cat’s heart ache with guilt from the way he had acted towards the other the night before.

“—I’mb fide,” Sven managed to say, his voice muffled by the tissues he pressed against his face. “J-just dealigg with... allergies.” He let out another stifled sneeze, followed by a defeated sigh.

Elex’s gentle exhale was barely audible over the sound of Sven blowing his nose. “I’m coming in.” He stated simply despite the cat’s previous objections.

When he pushed open the door to the bathroom, he was met with the sad sight of his boyfriend huddled up on the edge of the bathtub, a wad of tissues tented over his nose and mouth and tears staining his pink cheeks. Any argument between the two the night before was easily forgotten.

“Geez, kid… One of those days?” Elex asked with a tilt of his head, a sympathetic expression on his face as he came to sit on the tub next to Sven. He couldn’t say he was jealous of the Cheshire’s plight, that’s for damn sure.

“Obviously…” The cat sniffled miserably, clearly getting lost in the sensation as he scrubbed at his sensitive nose, his large orange ears pinned back against his head in embarrassment. “Of course it w-would be— thhh— today—! Hh‘gsch! ngsh!” Growling in frustration, he blew his nose again, to which the badger offered a soft smile.

“At least that gives you a reason to cancel on your dad, yeah?”

Sven rolled his orange eyes. “Ndo, El. Cadcelligg dow would just prove himb right..”

Elex scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. “Well, what the fuck are you going to do then? Going like this is definitely going to make you a target.”

The look that the cat shot his mate was like daggers, despite the red rimmed appearance. “See, I was hhh— hopigg it would b-be differedt thhh— H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! SNNRRFF!! —guh…”

Without even finishing his sentence, Sven yanked more toilet paper from the roll and blew his nose yet again, still to no avail, his expression getting more and more frustrated and hopeless as his fit continued.

This time, it was Elex’s turn to roll his eyes. As utterly adorable as his boyfriend was currently, he was also utterly stupid to think his dad was ever going to change.

Sven sniffled and wiped his nose again. His eyes were watering prefusely, his face red and splotchy from all the rubbing. He looked at Elex in frustration before slowly shaking his head. "I dod't dow, El. I guess I'll have to sugg it up add go."

Elex sighed heavily, beginning to get slightly annoyed at his stubborn boyfriend. He reached out to gently pat Sven's back comfortingly as he watched him struggle with his allergies. "If you say so," he muttered under his breath, knowing full well that it wasn't going to be an easy task for Sven. "You sure you don't want me to come with you? You know, for moral support?"

Sven shook his head again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his discomfort. “I'b sure it’ll be fide…," he replied between sniffles. “I thought you diddt wadt himb to dnow that were together, adyway.”

The badger’s expression turned up in amusement as he shook his head. “People live together without being in a relationship, Sven… Just tell him your room mate is coming with you, and the old man’ll be none the wiser.”

Sven’s shoulders slumped a little as he let an exasperated, defeated sigh escape his lips. “Fide… but if these Claritid kick id before I have to leave, imb goigg alode, alright?”

The badger raised his palms in front of him defensively, grinning as he rose to his feet. “Okay, okay. Just hurry up and get ready.”

Despite the embarrassment and discomfort, Sven managed to step into the shower and rinse off, letting the steaming hot water run over his body. The warmth felt nice against his skin, but it did nothing to alleviate the itching in his nose or the burning behind his eyes. He threw his head back and closed them tight, trying not to make too much noise as he gently washed himself. His allergies were relentless and already taking their toll on him, leaving him feeling weaker by the minute. Every few minutes he was forced to stop and endure yet another itchy “Nkch! Ktch! Nkcht!” before he could continue.

After rinsing off and patting himself dry with a towel, the cat emerged from the bathroom and into their shared bedroom. His large, fluffy orange ears hung low as he shuffled through his closet, trying to decide on an outfit that wouldn't make him stick out too much. The last thing he needed was for his father to make some snide comment about his choices or the way he dressed.

Sven finally settled on a simple pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt that would hopefully hide the fact that he was having an allergic attack. As he pulled them on, his movements were slow and clumsy; with every breath, he winced slightly from the sting in his nose.

His nose was still running slightly as he sat down on a stool at his vanity, reaching for a bottle of nasal spray. He squirted some into each nostril before inhaling deeply; the cool mist offered some relief from the fire burning within him. He took a deep breath and reached for a hairbrush, running it through his thick teal hair until it shone softly under the dim light of the bathroom.

Walking out of the bedroom, he grabbed his wallet and phone from the coffee table where Elex was sitting on the couch flipping through the TV channels with an absentminded air. Sven looked slightly better than when he'd gone in but the badger could still tell that something wasn't right.

"Well?" Elex asked without looking up at him. "Got everything you need?"

Sven nodded, rubbing at his nose as he walked over to stand by Elex on the couch.

The cat suffered through another itchy, sniffly “H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” before responding, "Think I'm good to go. My nose is still pretty hhh— messed up though. Hopefully Dad will just keep his fucking mouth shut.." He sniffled sharply before standing up straighter, adjusting the neck of his shirt to make sure there weren't any wrinkles as he looked down at Elex.

“Sounds like that Claritin didn’t do shit, huh?” The badger asked knowingly.

“No, I just love sneezing my ass off...” The feline shook his head with a scowl, and the badger chuckled under his breath, shoveling his own belongings into his pockets and rising to his feet.

As they walked out of the apartment, Sven could feel every muscle protest as they navigated through the hallway and down the stairs. The scent of fresh paint filled his nose, making him want to sneeze even more but he managed to contain it with a few quick sniffs. The outside air was cool and crisp against his flushed cheeks while Elex held open the door for him - a small gust blowing by carrying with it the scent of autumn leaves burning somewhere off in the distance. The sun was low in the sky painting hues of orange and pink across the horizon; it felt like they were driving into a painting.

The ride was quiet save for the sound of tires against wet pavement and occasional gusts of wind that caused their car to rock ever so slightly. Sven sat rigidly next to Elex, his heart racing with anticipation as he wondered how his father would react to him bringing home the badger as his "roommate". He'd never mentioned anything about having one before—would he be angry? Disapproving? Or would he simply shrug it off like everything else and pretend like he didn't care?

They pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, stepping out into the cool evening air. A sudden rush of moisture hit Sven's skin as he shut his door behind him; he shivered slightly despite the warmth lingering beneath his clothes. His ears perched on the top of his head took turns swiveling to each side, taking in his surroundings. Suddenly, the Cheshire pitched forward into his shoulder. “N’gxt! Heh’n’gtx! Hehh—! n’gtx!”

Elex tossed him a glance. “Bless you.” But Sven simply waved him off.

After a few minutes, the front door flew open and a tall, slender man with a thick pair of feline like ears between his black curls and a large fluffy tail behind him began to jog down the driveway towards the men, and Sven’s ears and tail both sagged in embarrassment. His father’s expression held a broad smile, but there was an emptiness in those eyes that didn't match the joy on his face. He rushed towards them with open arms, engulfing Sven in a tight hug before looking past him to Elex with raised eyebrows.

"Oh! Hello there! I wasn't expecting a guest," he said cheerfully, even though it was obvious from the way he said it that he was anything but pleased about having visitors.

"This is my... room mate, Elex," Sven said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as they walked inside together. His father led them through a maze of familiar hallways until they reached the living room where they sat down on a plush couch covered in worn fabric from years of use.

His father's tail swished back and forth behind him in a playful manner, his ears twitching with curiosity.

"Oh? A room mate, you say?" He smirked, setting two mugs of beer on the table in front of them.

"Well," he chuckled lightly, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, "I hope you two aren't planning on getting any funny ideas." His eyes darted towards Elex suggestively as he winked. He loved playing games like this; it was just one more way he could belittle Sven and make him feel small. He knew how much his son hated it when people thought he was 'different' or 'weird'.

The tension in the air hung palpably as Sven's father's words made their way through the room, causing the cat’s tail to stiffen and his ears to lay back flat against his skull. The badger crossed his arms over his chest defensively, glaring at the man who seemed so nonchalant about everything.

"Excuse me?" he snapped, a low growl in his tone as he shifted from foot to foot under the table. "I assure you, we're not planning anything “funny”. We're simply roommates—and very happy ones at that." He gave Sven a quick sideways glance before looking back at the elder man. "Your son has shown me nothing but kindness and respect, which is more than I can say for your treatment of him." His voice was icy but controlled, his fangs thinly hidden behind pursed lips.

Sven squirmed in his seat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame. He hated it when Elex stood up for him like this; it only made things worse.

His father's eyes narrowed at the comment, flashing with anger for a moment before he forced a laugh. "Oh ho," he chuckled darkly, "you think you know me so well, don't you?" He stepped forward, leaning down close to Elex's face so their noses nearly touched. The scent of his breath was sour from the alcohol he'd been drinking earlier.

"You think I don't care about my son? Well," he growled lowly, "you're wrong. I just want what's best for him — and what's best for him is to be strong."

He straightened up again and took a swig of his beer.

Sven winced, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while glancing away from both men. He couldn't believe this was happening again. Why did everything have to be so hard with his dad?

Elex sat up straighter, eyeing the man warily but not backing down.

"I didn't say you didn't care about Sven," he replied coldly, "but your method of toughening him up leaves something to be desired." He gestured at Sven's flinching form. "Constant belittlement and humiliation isn't going to fucking make him strong; it'll just make him bitter and mistrustful."

The room fell silent as they all sat there staring at each other across the table.

“Ooooohkay, that’s enough of that…” Sven finally chimed in, punctuating his statement with a clearly forced, awkward laugh.

His father continued as nothing happened, leaving the room to serve dinner.

"Who's hungry?" he asked cheerfully, carrying over a large pot of steaming soup to the table. He ladled out bowls for each of them, the savory aroma filling the room. Sven glanced nervously at Elex, but his father hummed a tune, seemingly oblivious to the tension still hanging in the air.

The three ate in relative silence, slurping spoonfuls of the hearty vegetable stew. Sven's father made idle small talk between bites, asking about their work and interests. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know his son's new roommate, though the lingering awkwardness made the conversation stilted.

As Sven sipped his hot soup, he could feel that familiar tickle begin to dislodge itself from deep within his sinuses and his eyes began water. “God fucking damn it..” he thought, “not now...”

The car tried to subtly wipe his running nose and blink back the tears, but it was no use. Despite his objections, his eyebrows knit together before he ducked to the side, away from the table. “Hh‘gsch!! Nngch! H’tshhkt!! ngsh! H’NgXt! Hh—! HeHh—! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! Ngt’chh! hptt’CH!!”

He started sneezing violently, nearly upending his bowl of soup. His father glared at him from across the table.

"Ugh, here we go again with the sneezing and sniveling," his father grumbled. "It happens all the time, Sven. When are you going to grow out of it?"

Sven flushed with embarrassment, hastily grabbing a napkin to blow his nose. "S-sorry," he stammered. "I can't really hhh—help it—! K’tchh! Nnch! Nkch!"

His father rolled his eyes. "It's those weak genes from your mother's side of the family. I keep telling you to toughen up, but you just keep sniffling and wheezing at every little thing."

Sven sank deeper into his chair, mortified by his father's harsh words. He wanted to disappear completely. Elex shot Sven's father an icy glare.

"Allergies are not a fucking sign of weakness," The badger barked sharply. "They're the result of an overactive immune system, not some kind of character flaw."

Sven's father snorted derisively. "Spare me the science lesson. The boy just needs to learn some self-control, that's all."

Sven stared down at his bowl, pushing his carrots around listlessly. He had lost his appetite, the soup now just a swirling reminder of his failure to meet his father's impossible standards. How could he have really thought this dinner would be any different? He still hadn’t even heard an apology from the man.

Elex opened his mouth to retort, but Sven interrupted before an argument could erupt. "It's okay, really," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for the interruption. Let's just enjoy the meal."

An uncomfortable silence settled over the table once more. The only sounds were the clinking of spoons against bowls. Sven's nose still tickled maddeningly, but he resisted the urge to rub or sniffle, not wanting to invite more criticism.

After several tense minutes, Elex could hardly contain his anger as Sven's father continued to belittle his son, just like the badger had predicted when the Cheshire first told him about this shitty dinner. As the cat stared miserably into his bowl, Elex knew he had to take a stand.

"Sven's allergies don't make him weak," Elex snapped firmly. "In fact, I happen to find his sensitivity and kind heart to be his greatest strengths."

Sven's eyes widened in surprise. His father let out an incredulous laugh.

"Oh, is that so?" he jeered. "And just how would you, a room mate, know anything about my son's character?"

The badger met the older cat's gaze steadily. "Because Sven and I have been dating for the past few months. And in that time, I've seen how caring, thoughtful and brave he is every single day."

Sven gasped softly. They had kept their relationship secret until now because Elex wasn’t out of the closet yet…

His father's eyes blazed with anger. "Dating? Don't be ridiculous. I won't have my son gallivanting around with the likes of you!”

"The likes of me?" The green haired man retorted. "What's that supposed to mean? Is it because I'm a badger? Or is it because I actually care about your son's feelings!?”

Feeling the tension in the room grow to a fever pitch, the Cheshire flew to his feet, grabbing Elex by the arm. He could feel the badger’s muscles flexing under his tight grasp, rearing up quickly for a fight.

“L-let’s jhhh— ngsh! Hh‘gsch! Let’s just go, El.” Sven choked out between each itchy sneeze that he tried to muffle into his closed fist.

Elex shot one last glare at Sven's father before following Sven's lead and rising from his seat. He kept a protective hand on the Cheshire's back as they headed for the front door.

"Don't you dare walk out that door!" Sven's father shouted after them. "If you leave now, don't even think about coming back!"

Sven paused with his hand on the doorknob. For a moment, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. Elex gave him an encouraging squeeze.

"It's okay," the badger said gently. "Fuck him, kid. We've got each other. That's all we’ve ever needed."

Sven turned and gave Elex a small, grateful smile. Then he threw open the door, and the two of them stepped out into the cool evening air.

As soon as they were outside, Sven doubled over with a characteristic fit of rapid-fire sneezes. "H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! Heh—! Ngt’chh! hptt’CH! h’gTShhHh! hihh’nGkT—!”

The badger sighed with a smile as he shook his head, already sliding into the driver side of his car, anxious to get out of this particular level of hell. “Bless you, kid. Who would have thought those allergies of yours would be so problematic, huh?” The green haired man chuckled softly as Sven slid into the passenger side with a small frown.

“Stop callin’ me kid, I’m older than you.” The cat sniffled, buckling his seatbelt before glancing over at Elex sitting next to him, a glint of admiration in his orange eyes.

After a second of silence, the badger finally cracked.

“What the fuck are you staring at me like that for?” He asked with one eyebrow cocked.

“You didn’t have to come out to my dad like that…. I know that was a touchy subject for you…” Sven replied with a soft smile, reaching out one thin hand to rest on the badger’s thigh and give him a grateful squeeze.

“Yeah, well…. I love you, kid. And I won’t let anyone think they’re going to talk to you like that. Not even your shit eating dad.”

“Thank you, Elex. I— hhh—N’gxt! love you too…“

[aller-geez]

You’re Safe Here ˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

Okay seriously though…. I will not sit here and try to pretend that this fic wasn’t entirely for myself cause wow the whole thing is just self indulgent fluff….

Disgustingly sick Remi with the most sweet and pure caretaking from his mate. About 8k words with a bit more snz…… plus a little more mess than I usually write. Also has Levi help Remi hold back at one point 😏

CW: There’s also one sentence in this about nausea, but nothing past that.

@thekinkyleopard owns Levi as always! 🩶

Remi's peaceful slumber was abruptly shattered by a heinous nightmare, vivid and horrifying as they ever were. The wolf's cry echoed through the darkness of his dream, but its haunting howl also pierced the veil of reality, shaking the walls of their bedroom as he jolted awake in a cold sweat. His heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer and every nerve in his body was on high alert, fueled by a surge of adrenaline that made his breath come in ragged gasps.

Frantically scanning the familiar surroundings, Remi's green eyes were wide with terror as he tried to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare. But there was an unfamiliar tightness in his chest and throat, raw and constricting, making it difficult to catch his breath. Before he could calm himself down, his mate's hand squeezed his thigh in a gesture of comfort, but it only served to startle him even more.

With a yelp, the wolf nearly leapt out of bed, trembling as the remnants of the nightmare lingered in his mind. It was a constant battle, trying to keep the terrifying memories at bay, but they always managed to claw their way back into his consciousness, taunting him with their brutality.

“Remington!— Acushla! Hey! It’s just me!” Levi waved his hands in front of his mate’s face, trying to get the others attention.

Quickly, Remi was pulled back to reality by the leopard’s soothing voice. Before he could express his appreciation to the feline, however, the tightness in his chest demanded the spotlight, and his appreciative sigh was choked off by uncharacteristically breathless coughs that rattled within the wolf’s clearly irritated lungs.

Groaning loudly in annoyance over the way his body ached and his head throbbed, Remi forcefully fell back against the mountain of pillows behind him. After a second, he finally turned his head towards his mate, who cautiously smiled at him from the other side of the bed where he was nested in his soft snow leopard print blanket, with a thick, yellow hardcover book in his lap. A half full cup of coffee sat on his nightstand, and the lamp next to him had been dimmed as much as it could, splashing a calming yellow light across that side of the room.

“What’re you doing?” Remi asked through squinted eyes, his voice laden with a subtle hoarseness to it.

Taken off guard by the question, Levi cocked an eyebrow, looking from the book in his hand, then back to Remi and then back to the book again, confused.

“Whatdya mean, Rem? Clearly I’m stealing the Declaration of Independence; isn’t it obvious?” The feline giggled coyly, but the wolf was unamused, rolling his emerald green eyes with a more serious expression over a playful one.

Truth was, he felt like something someone would scrape from a storm drain or a gutter; just soggy and cold and overall just— icky. He didn’t mean to take it out on Levi, and he knew the leopard didn’t deserve it. But his fuse was so short currently, he couldn’t help it.

“No but really.. it’s this amazing book I picked up at the book store a couple days ago with a bunch of different Erotica short stories! At first, it didn’t even sound like something I would like personally, but I started reading it last night and I couldn’t believe —“

Cutting the leopard off mid sentence, the wolf muffled a grunt into his pillow, the pulse of an intense migraine throbbing through his temples. He reached back towards the now silent leopard seated next to him and gently patted the other’s thin thigh through the comforter that was wrapped up around them both.

“I love you, Levi, but—“ Remi’s voice cracked, and he had to forcefully swallow the sticky saliva that coated the inside of his mouth before continuing, though the hoarseness in his tone was clearly heard now. “—but I just— need 5 minutes without any talking..”

Grimacing outwardly, he brought a hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, squeezing his eyes shut. It felt like someone had dropped a cinder block on the top of his head then proceeded to beat him with a shovel, and he was suddenly aware of the pressure within his eyes as his heartbeat pulsed painfully behind his eyelids. The congestion that decided to invade his sinuses the night before had definitely decided to set up shop, making breathing through his nose an imaginary concept. His ears were even clogged, which didn’t help the intensity of the pain within his skull.

Why did he always get such little warnings when it came to his immune system? He would be perfectly healthy the beginning of one day, and within 24 hours he was completely incapacitated by illness.

Without turning his head back and seeing Levi, he could just feel the offense taken by his blunt words. He knew he needed to correct himself and clarify with his mate, however, the energy it took to even confirm with his body about how absolutely shitty he felt was enough to lull the wolf back to sleep for a moment, dozing off with his mouth agape and a thin line of drool escaping his clearly chapped lips, falling onto the pillow below.

The smaller male scoffed almost silently, adjusting the book on his lap and tossing the wolf an insulted glare. “Sure, good morning to you, too, dick.”

Levi shook his head with a frustrated sigh, craning his neck upward a little to try and see his mate’s face, trying to gauge what he was even doing to need silence. When he noticed Remi asleep again, the leopard rolled his icy blue eyes with a huff, before returning to his book.

“Damn, Rude,” he whispered to himself with a crinkle of his freckled nose.

If you didn’t count the loud, ragged mouth breathing, the sub conscious sniffles his body preformed to keep the mess within his sinus cavity from escaping as much as it possibly could while he was asleep, or the occasional unintelligible word muttered in a hoarse, almost grotesque voice, 20 minutes of near silence passed as the smaller male continued to read his book, getting fully enveloped in the story he was reading.

Just as he was coming up on an important part in the plot, he felt Remi’s unconscious body shift next to him, and he managed a quick glance up to his mate, who was completely still again, although now positioned on his back. His broad chest rose and fell rhythmically, although more labored and frantic than usual.

Without giving credit to the sheen of sweat that coated his tanned skin, causing the damp sheet to stick to his bare back, Levi paid the wolf no more mind, desperate to read his book. He picked the book up this time, holding it out in front of his face while his eyes scanned the words on the page until he read something familiar, causing the white haired male to squeak happily before burying his nose back into the text again.

Not even a few minutes pass before Remi’s previously motionless body shifted next to him again; his defined nose quivered involuntarily against the moonlight that was pouring through the bedroom window and glinting off of the single watery line of snot that threatened to drip down the raven haired male’s upper lip.

Quickly placing his thumb firmly under the last word he had read as to not lose his place, the leopard reluctantly ripped his attention from his book again to shoot another glance toward his mate. He had been too invested in the book he still tightly clutched in his hand that his mate’s usual tells had gone unheard and unnoticed, and the cat was caught off guard by the familiar pre sneeze face that twisted the other’s features.

Suddenly, one good inhale caused Remi’s large chest swelled so full it looked as if he might burst, followed by a barely audible whimper, before his lanky frame snapped forward aggressively into a fully upright position.

“hh'IETSH’UE! Hihhh—Hihh’EXTSH’ue! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly down towards his own lap, decorating the surface of the blanket with thick droplets of mess. His nose ran profusely, causing him to try to frantically snort back the thick wall of congestion without much success as the pink hue that dusted his fevered cheeks became even more intense.

His strategy only resulted in a ticklish coughing fit that rattled deep within his chest cavity, and lasted a little longer than either of the two would have liked, earning a concerned frown from the leopard as he set his book down on the nightstand and reached out one of his pale hands to gently rub circles in his mates damp, muscular back.

“Ghnnhh..” the wolf moaned quietly with his head in his hands, melting into the other’s touch and sniffling unproductively.

Every muscle in his body screamed at him, and the pressure within his skull was almost unbearable after such a rough wake up. Wincing again, Remi brought one of his large hands up to grip his temples between his thumb and index finger, squeezing his eyes shut to try and relieve some of the pressure in some way.

Levi tilted his head as he studied his ailing mate, getting closer to the wolf on the bed and starting to massage up and down the other’s back more intensely, this time with both hands. As the other’s deliberate pressure was increased on his aching muscles, Remi sighed in contentment, turning into jelly within the cat’s expert hands.

“What can I do for you, acushla? Let me help you.” The leopard whispered as quietly as possible to avoid aggravating the other’s headache.

“Hhhnm?” Remi willed his eyes open to glance back at Levi, and the usually bright green glow of his irises was now dim and unsaturated, while dark purple circles painted the flushed flesh under his eyes.

“Oh— Ndo, that’s okay.. Th-Th-hehhh- thandk you, kihhh— ihh- ih’TTSSHH! hih’iiiSSHHH’uu!!” Remi tucked his face into his shoulder to direct the sneezes away from the other, following them up with a thick, waterlogged snuffle and a pained sigh.

“Bless you baby.. do you have a headache? You want me to get you some ibuprofen?” Levi asked gently, already shuffling his body to get up to grab the bottle of medicine.

“Thandks.. and yeah, I guess I could take sobe..” The wolf sighed and admitted defeat, dragging his wrist under his nose and leaving a wet trail up his forearm. With another thick sniffle and a grimace, Remi shuddered, suddenly feeling the air hitting his still damp skin and causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

“Cad you see if we have ady tissues left, too?” He asked rather pathetically, leaning back against the headboard and pulling the comforter that was lazily draped over his waist up under his chin,  curling up his comically long body so he was in a tight ball around himself.

Levi nodded towards the wolf with an endearing smile, getting up and making his way to the door.

“Of course baby.”

After a second, the leopard returned with a large bottle of ibuprofen paired with a cold bottle of water from the fridge, and gently plopped it into Remi’s lap with a smile.

“Here’s this, and—“ with a sheepish expression, Levi pulled out a fresh roll of paper towels from behind his back and offered it to the wolf. “We ran out of tissues, but I can get more in a little bit.. until then, this is all we had..”

With a single defeated chuckle, Remi took the roll from the other’s outstretched hands, shaking his head as he ripped off a few of the first sheets and folded them twice, then three times before tenting them over his nose. With a loud, productive gurgle, he blew his nose into the paper before exhaling a sigh as he balled it up in his hand, absolutely drenched through. The rough paper towel was harsh against his poor reddened nostrils, only furthering the chapped, irritated skin there. With a ragged inhale, he tried to catch his breath enough to open the bottle of ibuprofen in his lap, but when he was distracted by another onslaught of chesty coughs, Levi’s optimistic expression quickly faded into concern and he sat on the edge of the bed close to his mate, taking the large bottle of medicine from his weakened grasp.

Remi didn’t protest like he usually would; instead he just watched the cat with a pitiful look on his downtrodden features, which made Levi more concerned than anything.

Dumping out 4 ibuprofen into his ivory palm, the cat offered them to Remi with a gentle rumble from low in his throat that sounded like a purr, and a small smile.

He had to remind himself inwardly that his mate always did better when he didn’t lose himself in worry over him, and instead just tried to be optimistic. The wolf always had been bad about absorbing the cats emotions, and he needed to be there for Remi right now, not stress him out more.

Remi reached out to take the ibuprofen almost like a zombie, his expression blank as he took the pills from Levi’s hand, and the leopard could easily feel the heat radiating off of Remi’s hands. Reaching into the wolf’s lap, the cat snatched the unopened bottle of water, cracking the cap off and holding it out to his mate, who took it in an equally uncharacteristic manner as he had taken the pills.

As Remi took a gulp of the cool water, it suddenly occurred to him how dehydrated he was. Without much thought, he lifted the bottle of water so it was almost completely vertical and began to chug the contents as if his life depended on it, only popping his lips from the rim after a moment in order to gasp for air, and sputter a few stray coughs towards his knees breathlessly. Thankfully, at least a couple good gulps still remained in the bottle afterward, and once he caught his breath, he filled his large mouth with the last bit of his water, before tossing back the four pills that he held in his sweaty palm. Once Levi had watched the other take the pills, he tousled the wolf’s hair lovingly as he stood up again.

“I’ll get you another water bottle, and I want to see how high your fever is..” The smile that he plastered on his face was clearly forced, his head reeling with concern for the state of his mate, but Remi was too out of it to call him out for it.

“Okay, thandk you..” Remi croaked out, only his eyes following Levi as he walked out of the door.

He scurried to the kitchen that was only down a short hallway, stopping at the drawer at the very end that was deemed the “miscellaneous drawer” and for some reason was the spot they had decided the thermometer lived. He fished out the instrument from the depths of the drawer and closed it quickly, holding it up with the screen towards him and pressing the button to confirm it still worked. When the numbers lit up across the led screen, he silently cheered to himself before turning towards the rest of the kitchen. As the leopard pulled open the fridge and pulled out another fresh bottle of water, he was startled by another spontaneous fit that was uncharacteristically loud for his mate.

“HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEw! Hihhh- HHHH- hHEH’TZSCHh’UE! Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! HAH—! hiiih’AETTCHHuh!” The wolf sneezed loudly, scrambling to snatch another sheet of paper towel off of the roll and clamp it to his nose and mouth, however the first two escaped before he had a moment to process his impending actions. A river of ick began to pour from his raw nose despite his incessant sniffling ,and tears that welled up in his dull eyes threatened to follow suit. Desperately, Remi stuffed the soiled paper towel under his nose and pressed it there firmly to catch any leakage.

When Levi returned to their room and laid eyes on the pathetic creature that was his mate, curled up under a big comforter, crazy bed head, a soggy crumpled up paper towel pressed to his nose that beamed a crimson hue now, dark circles under his half lidded eyes that were puffy and damp with tears, he swore he felt his heart melt within his chest.

“Here baby, here’s more water, and you know the drill with this..” The leopard smiled with his faux optimism, holding the thermometer up and wiggling it back and forth between his fingers.

Remi snuffled wetly against the makeshift tissue with a nod, removing it from under his nose and lowering his hand until it sat in his lap obediently.

“Sorry if I get sdot odn you, I cadt help it. Mby nose wodnt stop rudding.” He warned with a flat tone, and as if to enunciate his point , a single bead of clear snot suddenly threatened to drip down his upper lip.

“Don’t worry, Acushla. You never have to worry about that kind of stuff, okay?” The cat smiled down at his mate before leaning down slightly and kissing the top of his head. When he pulled back, the wolf managed a slow nod in acknowledgment with a preemptive snort, and opened his mouth for Levi, his tongue slightly raised.

With expert dexterity, the leopard tucked the uncapped thermometer under the other’s tongue just as he closed his mouth. Well, almost closed his mouth. He had to breathe still, right?

Sitting on the edge of the bed again while he waited for the thermometer to beep, Levi began carding his fingers through the damp strands of raven colored hair that even for Remi, looked messy. The wolf leaned his head back slightly, a pleasured groan leaving him as the instrument between his lips continued to get a reading, beeping periodically as it climbed higher and higher.

After a few seconds, Levi could feel his mate suddenly stiffen under him, his ragged breathing now slow and more deliberate.

“L-Levi—“ Remington tried, and the cat’s thin fingers stopped slipping through his hair as he leaned forward to hear him better.

“Yes, baby?”

“I hhh-… I h-have to.. sdehhh- Hihh—! ..sdeeze—!“

The leopard’s icy blue eyes flew to the thermometer perched between the other’s chapped lips, sucking his teeth loudly in response.

“Come on Rem, hold it back for a few more seconds so the thermometer can finish.. I know you can hold it off for just a few seconds..” He coaxed, removing one hand from Remi’s hair and placing a single pale finger under the wolf’s quivering nostrils, pressing it firmly against his septum despite the small pool of wetness that already resided there.

Remi gasped as the sensation that burned within his irritated nose seemed to take offense to Levi’s control, and roared quickly back into an overwhelming force that buzzed so intensely that the wolf began to stumble over his own breath snagging in his throat. The canines ragged breathing sounded almost strangled; breathless. “Hhhh—.. Hhhiihh—“

“Good job baby, only a few more seconds..”

The concentration it took to swallow back the inevitable fit was almost too much for the wolf, however just as he was about to break and succumb to his urges, the thermometer beeped loudly to signify it was finished. Quickly in one fluid motion, Levi removed his finger from under his mate’s nose and snatched the instrument from his lips, before drawing it back towards his face to read it.

Suddenly uninhibited now, Remi couldn’t dream of holding back the forceful, desperate fit that exploded from him, and not a moment too soon.

“Hah'ISSchuu! Hh— hiiih’IITTSSSHUU! tch’ISSH! Heh— hiiiihh—ITSCCCHH’ah! Sdddrff, haah—! hdt’ishhhh! Hihh’ISSHh! Hh— ihH’ktdSHhh!!!” The sheer force of the sneezes that tore through him left his usually strong, able body trembling, a shudder rolling through him as he blew his nose again, soaking yet another makeshift tissue before tossing it to the side. His shaky hands already fumbled with the roll of napkins to tear off another sheet, stuffing the dry paper against his sensitive nostrils that were the equivalent of a broken faucet. Finally turning his head to face Levi again, he snuffled against the paper towel and looked up at the other much like a kicked puppy.

“S’Whats the dabage?” Remi asked, his voice not much more than a whisper and muffled by the mulched paper in front of his mouth.

“104.3…” The leopard sighed with concern, managing a glance towards Remi, who simply nodded when hearing the results.

“If you were human we would be at the ER right now so your brain wouldn’t liquify but—“ With a soft chuckle and a loving smile, Levi reached out to gently pat the top of his mate’s head in reassurance. “It’s nothing some medicine and rest won’t clear up.” He smiled genuinely, a small sparkle of optimism reflecting with his blue eyes.

This small gesture from the other meant more to Remi than his mate knew, and a small smirk slowly appeared across his face.

“Does this mbeand you’ll lay id bed with mbe all day, thend?” The wolf asked hoarsely before managing a chuckle that wasn’t choked out by coughs.

Levi couldn’t help but grin, a wave of relief crashing over him as he was captivated by Remi’s smile; albeit small, it was still more of a smile than he’d expressed since he woke up.

“Of course my love, I would LOVE to spend the day in bed with you.” He answered genuinely before placing another chaste kiss against the top of wolf’s head. “But there’s one thing I want you to do first..”

Quickly, Remi’s smirk disappeared, and he looked down at the bed as he dabbed gently at his leaking nose, the appendage threatening to leak past the rough paper towel that was meant to contain it.

“Bmaybe… depends…” Remi huffed with a more annoyed tone to his already shot voice.

Levi giggled softly at his mate’s theatrics, shaking his head. Leave it to Remington to be a stubborn ass even in the throws of severe illness.

“It’s nothing bad!” The leopard cried, causing Remi to recoil from the volume of the cat’s voice, and Levi clasped a hand to his mouth selfconsciously.

“Sorry— it’s not bad.. I just want you to take a nice, cool bath so you can be clean and comfortable and maybe it’ll bring your fever down a bit..” The leopard finished, avoiding making eye contact with the other for a second, but when he was met only by silence, he turned back to glance at his mate with confusion.

“I dod’t kndow if I cand—“ Remi finally replied sheepishly, one of his hands absentmindedly playing with a loose string that hung off of their comforter on front of him. He already felt as if his head were in a fish bowl, and his limbs felt so weak that he didn’t even trust them to support his weight for more than a few steps, much less wash himself.

“Oh, n-no! I meant— You should let me help you take a bath.. I know you don’t like me having to do all of that stuff but it’s my pleasure, Rem! I just want to do what I can to make you feel even a little bit better, and I think you’ll be so much more comfortable if you’re clean, and I put new blankets and sheets on the bed.. Please?” Levi could feel himself word vomiting, but once the flood gates opened, there was no reeling it in.

At first, the wolf opened his mouth to decline the others kind offer, but watching him get so worked up trying to convince him was enough for him in that moment.

“—okay.” Remi finally croaked out, and it took Levi so off guard that he continued to argue his point, not fully processing the word that had come from the others mouth.

“I swear, you’ll get rid of all that crap in your lungs! I have some Vicks bath stuff that I think will help you and you’ll already be in the water so you don’t even need to bring the tiss— err… paper towels!” The leopard continued frantically, waving his arms about as he spoke.

Remi couldn’t hold back the slightly strangled chuckle that rumbled through his throat. “Kittend— Levi, baby.. I said okay..” he reached one of his baseball mitt sized hands out to place it on the cat’s forearm trying to ground him, his flushed skin just radiating heat a few inches from its surface.

“O-oh— okay, well I didn’t expect you to agree!” Levi beamed so wide that he was forced to close his eyes, and if Remi was honest, that was all he ever needed to recover. The cats smile was bright and infectious and the octaves that it caused the wolf’s  heart to sing could be heard no where else in the world. He would spend days lost in the baby blue pools if he could. But he would gladly accept the feline’s kind offer, if it made Levi happy.

“Wait here, I’ll go get everything ready for you, okay?” The smaller male chirped as he pulled the door open, scurrying down the hallway towards their bathroom as the wolf shook his head with a smirk, and a few more ticklish coughs.

It only took a few minutes for Levi to draw the bath, toss a fresh towel and a fresh comfortable outfit for Remi to change to into the drier in the hallway, drop two of the Vicks tablets into the bath water, and light a few small aromatherapy candles that were placed along the side of the bathtub. Lastly, he dimmed the bathroom lights to create an ambiance that wouldn’t be too much for the ailing wolf. Pausing in the doorway for a moment to admire his work, the cat clapped his hands together with pride before dashing back down the hallway into their room.

Even though it had only been a few minutes, Remi was already fast asleep leaned back against the headboard, his mouth hanging open as he breathed loudly.

Levi approached his mate slowly and quietly, and once he was close enough, he reached out to gently muse the wolf’s hair and kiss him on his warm forehead a few times.

“Hey babyyy… your bath is ready~” Levi mewled softly into his ear.

Peeling open his emerald eyes, Remi blinked slowly before looking back at Levi, his determination obviously dwindling. “Are you sure you wadnt to do this? If i’mb this gross ndow, I cad prombise you it’ll be way worse ind a Vicks bath..” the wolf warned, a little embarrassed for his mate to even see him at this level of disgusting.

“Come on, Rem.. we’ve been together too long for me to get grossed out by anything that comes out of you, alright? You’re Safe Here with me. Here, take my hand, I’ll steady you.” The leopard grinned with understanding as one ivory hand was extended towards his mate, which the wolf reluctantly took as he stood up next to the bed, and Levi tossed his mate’s muscular arm over his shoulder to brace him while they shuffled towards the bathroom together.

Once they had crossed the threshold inside the bathroom door, Remi scuttled to the toilet to sit heavily on the closed lid, his head spinning from the short walk to their bathroom. For a moment, he was silenced by overwhelming nausea, having to hold his breath as saliva pooled into his mouth, but once he was able to breathe for a second with his eyes closed, the churning of his stomach finally stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief, which just turned into the same thing all the others had, and he coughed harshly several times into his fist.

“Here, baby, if this is too much for you we can wait until you’re a little better, okay? I don’t want you to pass out..” The leopard asked cautiously as he ran one of his hands up and down the wolf’s back.

“Ndo, ndo, I’mb good..” The larger man sniffed sharply, trying to clear the obstruction from his nasal passages, still to obviously no avail. “Oh, Sorry— you probably deed these off of mbe, huh?” Remi asked in a haze, tugging at the hem of his sweat pant that were still very visibly damp from his sweat.

“Rem— lemme help you, alright?” Levi placed his palm on one of the wolf’s toned biceps to stop his efforts and the canine jumped slightly, startled from the physical contact. It took Remi a second to understand; an expression that resembled that creepy friend of Alistar’s had taken over the raven haired males features, his face completely blank and his eyes almost vacant looking as he stared at the leopard for a second, the wheels in his head turning.

“I’ll help you get undressed, Rem— I don’t want you to hurt yourself..” Levi assured the confused wolf, who finally seemed to understand what was being said to him and released his grip on the fabric of his sweats. He then ever so slowly stood from the top of the toilet, his knees visibly shaking from the effort as he stood there.

Quickly but carefully, Levi peeled the damp sweats off of his mate, and then his underwear as the larger male leaned on the cat’s shoulders for support. All of the wet clothing was tossed onto the bathroom sink one by one until the wolf stood there naked, shivering madly.

“Okay baby, I’ll help you get in, too, okay?” He smiled genuinely as he finally stood to match the wolf’s height and Remi wrapped his arm around his mates neck for stability. Slowly, the smaller male helped the wolf lowered himself into the lukewarm water of the bathtub until the water almost completely enveloped his large body.

At first he didn’t even notice the difference in the Vicks bath water, the thick wall of congestion behind his eyes seemly impenetrable. But after a few moments of relaxing his aching muscles in the warm water all the way up to his chin, the intense scent of eucalyptus and mint that Vicks gave off slowly began to creep into his nose. In an instant, the pressure within his sinuses began to decrease, but the adjustment of the wet cement within his nose reignited the tickle that had laid dormant since his last overwhelming fit.

“Oh— oh god?” Remi asked outwardly, sounding almost panicked as a thick string of snot dripped down his face from one nostril, and the other threatened to do the same. Mortified, the wolf tried to snort back the obstruction while pressing the heel of his palm back against the bridge of his nose, but by this point, the dam had broken and there was nothing that would stop the mess from flowing from his overly sore nose at this point.

And oh god it fucking tickled so badly..

“L-Levi.. cehh— cad I have a tihh— tissue? Toilet p-paper, sombethigg—?” Remi asked frantically, waving one hand at the leopard while he pinched his nostrils closed with the other hand, his dim green eyes squinting through tears.

In a panic, the leopard scanned the bathroom for something he could give to Remi, but the toilet paper dispenser sat in the corner behind the toilet with a sad, empty tube on it. “Sorry babe.. I told you I have to go run some errands when it’s a more appropriate time..” the leopard tried to defend himself, but Remi was preoccupied with keeping his breathing steady, his eyes squeezed shut and thumb and index finger squeezing the raw, pink flesh of his nose.

“you want me to get the paper towels from the room?“

The wolf couldn’t even open his eyes to answer his mate’s question; he was only able to nod frantically, his breath snagging harshly in his throat a few times despite all of his efforts.

Quickly, Levi hopped up from his spot on the side of the bathtub, and dashed down the hallway into their room. His bright blue eyes scanned the messy room trying to locate the roll of paper towels he had given Remi as quickly as he could, but when he finally managed to find them stuffed under one of the wolf’s hundreds of pillows, he was too late.

“Hd’IZTSsHHhh’ih! HEhH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW! HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEw! Hih—hiihhh— hh—“ the last sneeze caught, leaving the raven haired male gasping as the tickle began to back off and climb back into his sinuses, refusing to give him the much needed release. A soft, pitiful whimper could be heard from the bathroom as the wolf scrambled to clean his face of any of the thick ropes of snot that had just embarrassingly exploded from his throbbing face before Levi came back into the room. He swiped his wet forearm against the dripping mess that was his poor nose, and Remi couldn’t help but grimace in disgust at the size of the trail that was left on his skin afterward, quickly using the water around him to rinse it off.

When Levi finally returned to the bathroom again, his expression displayed only empathy as he ripped off a few sheets of the mulched paper and as gently as he could, he cleaned up the wolf’s face before holding the sheets gently over Remi’s bright red nose.

“Blow for me? I promise, I’ll get you those lotion tissues in a few hours to save your poor nose.” The leopard flashed a compassionate smile down at his mate, who although under no normal circumstances would he willingly let the cat help him blow his nose, but his head swam and he was beginning to feel rather lightheaded and delirious from the fever that still burned across his cheeks and forehead brightly, even from underneath his thick black mane of hair. These were not normal circumstances.

Complying without a single snarky comment, Remi forcefully blew his nose into the wad of paper towels in the others hand, completely soaking it in one breath.

“That’s it, Rem—“ Levi mewled his encouragement, gently wiping his mates nose again afterward as to not irritate the red and raw skin with such a rough material.

“Hghnnn..” the wolf shuddered violently as he leaned against the back of the tub.

“Okay, let’s hurry up and get you clean so I can get you back in bed, yeah?” Levi asked with a small giggle, tossing the sodden paper into the trash. Reaching to the side to pull out a blue bottle of shampoo, the cat squirted a small amount of the viscous liquid into his palms and rubbed them together before gently beginning to work the shampoo into his mate’s thick raven colored hair.

The wolf felt as if he was put into a trance. With a soft hum, Remi closed his eyes and let Levi run his long, thin fingers across every inch of his scalp as he lathered up all of the shampoo, nearly willing him to sleep again.

Once the cat was satisfied, he took the shower head off of the wall it usually sat on, and when he reached over his mate to turn the water on, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at the wolf. He breathed a gentle laugh at how content the other looked, admiring the man for a moment before returning to business.

Warm water began to flow gently from the handheld shower head, and Levi made quick work of rinsing all of the soap from the wolf’s hair before hanging it up on the wall again. By this time, Remi was barely conscious, his head resting back against the lip of the bathtub with a half lidded haze clouding over his features. He would help lift his own limbs when he was instructed to so Levi could gently wash his tanned skin, but that was about all of the help he was able to give.

Finally, after what seemed like an entire lifetime, Remi was clean and rinsed off completely. Leaning over his mate again, Levi pulled the cover off of the drain in the bottom of the bathtub and the water began to loudly get sucked away from between the wolf’s feet.

“Okay my love, let’s get you dried off and back in bed, okay? Can you stand up while I go get your towel and change of clothes?” The leopard asked seriously, afraid leaving the wolf alone for 5 seconds would mean certain death for the canine.

Slowly becoming slightly more lucid, Remi managed a slow nod before lifting his arms to the sides of the large tub and using all of his remaining strength to will his body to a standing position while Levi dashed off to pull the warm towel and the comfortable clothes from the drier that he had prepared for the wolf.

When he managed to come back into the bathroom again, he was greeted by a naked Remi who stood shivering aggressively on the tile in front of the tub. “Here baby, this should feel a little better..” Levi tossed one of the towels over Remi’s head as he approached and the canine moaned happily, his shaky hands coming up to grasp the towel and pull it tighter around his torso. Levi had another warm towel that he used to tenderly dry his mates legs, before having him sit on the top of the toilet. The leopard continued to dry the rest of the other’s body very gently until the only thing left wet was his dark, thick hair.

As his mate compassionately took care of him, the wolf continued to become more and more like himself again, and by time Levi was ready to help him get into the clean clothing he was brought, Remi was far more alert and present. Relief washed over the leopard to see the other in seemingly better spirits.

Rising to his feet a little faster than he should have, Remi had to pause for a second and brace himself with one hand against the doorframe. Recovering with a slow shake of his head, the wolf took the pair of socks and clean underwear from his mates hand and proceeded to clumsily pull them onto his lanky body. Once finished, he glanced back at Levi with a bigger smirk than before, almost like he hadn’t just been nearly comatose in the bathtub a few short minutes ago.

“I’ll let you help mbe put these odn though..” the wolf chuckled, stumbling backward a bit and sitting back down on the top of the toilet seat rather roughly.

Levi couldn't help but chuckle softly at Remi's playful remark, his heart swelling with relief and adoration. He understood that the wolf's attempt at humor was a way to mask his vulnerability, to lighten the weight of their situation.

With a soft smile, the smaller man nodded and approached his mate with the sweatpants in one hand, and the tshirt thrown over his shoulder. He kneeled down in front of the wolf, and gently guided Remi's feet into the openings, carefully pulling the fabric up his toned, trembling legs. Each movement was slow and deliberate, ensuring that he didn't cause any discomfort to the weak wolf.

As Levi slid the shirt over Remi’s head, his fingers brushed against Remi's hot, flushed skin, causing a shiver to run up the wolf's spine. Once the shirt was pulled down over the wolf’s head and adjusted around his torso, Levi stepped back to admire his handy work with a grin.

“Perfect!” Levi squealed, to which Remi couldn’t help but blush.

Finally reaching for the hairdryer and turning it on, its familiar whir filling the room as he positioned himself behind Remi. The wolf's damp hair cascaded down his neck in disarray, strands clinging stubbornly to his flushed skin. Levi combed through the small tangles with his fingers before using the hairdryer to blow warm air through the thick raven colored strands, drying each section of Remi's hair with delicate patience as the wolf sat more still than the leopard had ever seen him.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Levi finished drying Remi's hair and set the hairdryer aside. With a gentle hand, he turned Remi's face to the side and pressed a tender kiss to his fevered cheek. The wolf let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth of his mate's lips against his skin. It was moments like these that made him feel truly loved and cared for, reminding him how lucky he was to have the leopard in his life; let alone being actually LOVED by such a compassionate, outstanding man, when Remi was so… well, Remi.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed,” Levi said softly, helping Remi off the toilet seat and leading him over to their bed. As they walked slowly through the hall, Remi stumbled slightly, his weakened body still struggling to find its balance. But with Levi's supportive arm around him, he managed to make it over to their bed without falling.

As they approached the bed, Levi noticed that the sheets were still damp from where Remi had been lying earlier. He knew he had to change them before they could snuggle up together.

“Shit, hold on babe. Lemme change these first, okay?” the leopard asked, to which the wolf nodded slowly as he rubbed at his nose with a soft clicking noise and sniffled . With a sense of urgency, he quickly pulls off the old linens in a flurry, balling up the fabric and tossing it in the laundry hamper in the corner. The leopard then rifles through the closet, selecting a fresh set of sheets in a cool grey hue that he knows Remi loves. As he makes the bed, Levi smooths out every wrinkle and tucks the edges in neatly, wanting to create a comfortable haven for his recovering mate.

With the bed ready, Levi helps Remi over and eases him down onto the mattress.

With a contented sigh, the wolf sunk into the pillows and closed his eyes in pure bliss. He couldn't help a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth at how considerate Levi was being, taking care of him even in this small way. He honestly didn’t deserve the leopard by his side.

Climbing into bed next to his mate, Levi and pulled the covers up over their bodies. He wrapped a freckled arm around Remi's waist and pulled him close until their bodies were pressed together tightly.

For the first time, Remi buried his face into the crook of the smaller man’s armpit, his lanky frame awkwardly tangling into his mates.

“Thanks.. for everything.,” Remi murmured against Levi's chest, avoiding eye contact with the other as he fidgeted with a button on the leopard’s shirt.

Levi sighed softly with a small smile and shook his head. “It’s my pleasure, Acushla. I’d move mountains for you… So making you feel a little better when you’re sick is the least I can do, alright? I fucking love you, Remington Connors— in ways I don’t think you’ll ever understand.” The leopard stated matter of factly, like it was already something well known to everyone except Remington, before kissing his mate’s warm forehead passionately. His lips lingered against the wolf’s flesh for a few moments before finally pulling back to flash a genuine smile.

Nuzzling into the warmth and comfort of the leopard's embrace, Remi returned his mate’s smile before snuffling softly against his wrist. “I fucking love you too, Levi Anderson.” Remi attempted to reply with determination, although he was very clearly fighting his heavy eyelids from closing.

“Get some rest baby.. don’t worry, you’re safe here with me.” The leopard whispered quietly against the other’s temple. Content in each other’s arms, they both fell asleep, their breathing synchronized as they lay intertwined with one another.

Thanks so much for reading! If you’re so inclined, I really appreciate getting feedback, so let me know if there’s something you liked, or even something I can improve on next time! 𖧧 ࣪ . ִֶָ ๋

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Due to my poll, I had to tease the fic I started to write last night…

Everyone’s favorite badger’s 24th birthday is August 10th… Sven, who’s a great boyfriend, planned the best surprise party for Elex, staying up countless nights ahead of time to make sure everything was perfect… Elex, caught up in his own birthday energy, isn’t the most attentive to his surroundings and doesn’t necessarily notice the feline’s obvious downward spiral until it’s nearly too late…. what starts out as a simple sniffle and sore throat just might turn into something a whole lot scarier… 🥸

[aller-geez]

C:\KANAI\system32\emotions.exe

an oc snz fic ♡︎

WOW would you look at that? I finally finished my Kanai fic that is meant to directly chronologically follow @thekinkyleopard ‘s fic, (found here) and it didn’t even take me a whole month to write this time •ﻌ•

Fic includes 7.5k words snzing ofc from a miserably sick Kanai, Alistar being an ass until he’s not, Drae being sweet, some swearing, and one mention of nausea to anyone trying to avoid that~ (❀❛ ֊ ❛„) ♡⃛ @thekinkyleopard also owns Alistar ⋆.˚

Pls enjoy~ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𓁹‿𓁹

Kanai prided himself on never indulging in the luxury of a mid-day nap. Every time he gave in, it was like willingly stepping into a suffocating fog that drained the life from his body. The consequences were always the same - sluggishness and a lack of productivity - and for someone as driven and determined as him, this was simply unacceptable.

His daily routine was meticulously planned out, down to the minute, and he followed it like a well-oiled machine without question. Draeko had once described him as "obsessive… even maybe a little compulsive…" in his strict adherence to his schedule.

But today, Kanai's unexpected slumber was shattered by the jarring chime of the doorbell followed by the frantic whispers from his housemates, scolding each other for not telling the delivery driver to avoid ringing the bell. With an irritated grunt muffled against his bony forearm that was stuffed under his head, Kanai shifted in his seat slightly, still not conscious enough to register when or where he happened to be sleeping.

Only a few moments pass before the hellhound's body convulses with a sudden jolt, his muscles screaming in protest as he struggledto move. With one eye forced open against the heavy fog of exhaustion, he surveys his bedroom, his heart racing with confusion. An unfamiliar itchy tightness within his thin chest forced Kanai to cough into his shoulder a few times; at first they were just dry, ticklish coughs that could be easily explained by a dry throat after waking up, or plain old allergies, but each time he would finally feel like he had managed to get rid of the irritation, his breath would catch desperately in his throat on an unassuming inhale and send him sputtering another string of increasingly deep, harsh coughs down towards his lap. Kanai's chest rises and falls erratically with each cough, his blank expression ever so slightly contorting in discomfort.

Panicked, the hellion sat up as straight as possible in the heavy padded leather office chair he sat in, and clutched at his chest as more violent coughs wracked his body. The exhaustion from his unanticipated nap was quickly replaced with fear as he struggled to catch his breath. This wasn't normal for him - he never got sick… Unless of course, the red headed demon that he called his best friend decided to bring home another cold to share like he decided to do every so often.

The hellion was fortunate to be almost immune to illnesses the mutt picked up, however, as his natural body temperature was too high for most normal pathogens to survive.

However, no one in the house had been sick recently…

As the coughing fit finally subsided, Kanai took in deep gulps of air and tried to calm himself down. Although while trying to catch his breath, the hound was made painfully aware of the thick obstruction within his sinuses that stretched up behind his eyes and down into his throat, to which he sighed deeply, a small wheeze turning up the tail end of it.

Out of all of the symptoms that came with an earthly illness, his nose being stuffed and swollen was definitely Kanai’s least favorite. He could deal with the sneezing; after being on earth for almost a year, he had honestly got accustomed to the involuntary action and Draeko usually always had some sort of home remedy or trick to minimize any symptoms. Coughing was a little worse, but nothing he couldn’t tough through.

But a completely blocked nose that can never decide if it wants to be runny or not, keeping you on the edge of your seat with a tissue or at least a sleeve available to catch any stray moisture that may escape, and every small tilt of your head would result in the wet cement shifting in your sinus cavity like the sand within an hourglass… That was Kanai’s version of hell…

The hound tried a testing sniff, only to find not even a molecule of oxygen would be able to get through the congestion that had packed itself tightly into his face. With an even more defeated sigh and a small wiggle of his heavily pierced nose, which by this time was dusted with a very soft shade of pink, he willed his dual colored eyes to focus on his surroundings.

The room was ablaze with blinding light from both overhead fixtures, a strange contrast to the usual darkness preferred by the hound.

Looking down towards his lap, it suddenly occurred to him that he was— or at least had been before being overcome by such an intense coughing fit— splayed out on his rather expensive leather office chair and draped across the top of the huge, very meticulously organized desk.

Every cord that ran from his computer or other electronics was precisely rolled up and secured with a small, color-coded tie. The organized bundles hung in perfect alignment on the wall behind his desk, surrounded by an array of sleek, modern bins and organizers. Each compartment was labeled with a specific purpose and everything had its designated place. The hound, a stickler for detail, even had his paper clips sorted by color in a small plastic drawer. Not a single pen could be found out of place on the smooth surface of his desk. It was a model of efficiency and order, a reflection of his meticulous personality.

A psychology textbook lay open on the desk in front of him, its pages taunting him with clear descriptions of the spectrum of emotions and what he so desperately wanted to understand. He checked it out from the library as a distraction from their disastrous trip to the beach, but even now it couldn't keep his attention. Honestly, Kanai couldn’t stop replaying the day before over and over in his head— how he had lost his shit and even broke down sobbing to his best friend over seemingly nothing while they tried to enjoy a very wet, and miserable first trip to the beach.

—Something that’s he should have avoided by just checking the weather beforehand had he not been so scatterbrained recently.

The notebook next to it was filled with jumbled scribbles of notes that started off neat and organized before descending into chaos.

The hound couldn't remember anything after reading the page that lay open on the desk. Had he fallen asleep? But in broad daylight? That didn't make sense. The dark line scrawled across the page from the final word only added to his confusion. He’d never fallen asleep while writing before either..

As a hellhound, he prided himself on being strong and in control, but now he felt lost and vulnerable. How could something as simple as reading turn into such an impossible feat? He wasn't used to feeling conflicted, and it was disorienting to say the least.

With an extremely waterlogged snuffle that failed to dislodge any of the slime within his airways, Kanai was again choked off by another fit of strong coughs that left him breathless afterward. The ailing hound just hung his head in his hands and groaned softly. He did NOT feel well…

“….Do you think that woke up Nai?” Draeko whispered cautiously to the redhead that stood beside him in the hallway, clutching two large pizza boxes tightly in his blackened hands.

Alistar shrugged, tossing a nonchalant glance towards the hounds door that sat cracked open a few inches.

“Dunno. Go find out? Tell ‘em we got ‘za.” The redhead responded simply, already turning to make his way towards the kitchen to stuff his face with pizza before the desperate, barking cough from Kanai’s room stopped him in his tracks.

Shooting a wide eyed glance towards the other, the mutt returned the same look before mouthing “yikes..” while shaking his head.

As the two stood together in silence in the hallway, listening for more signs of life from the hellhound’s room, a sultry smirk began to twist into the demon’s features.

“He always knows just what I need to unwind after a hard week~ he didn’t need to bring home a cold just for little ol’ me~” Alistar mewled quietly, spinning in place once with excitement before Draeko smacked the back his head with an open palm. The demon flew back around quickly to be face to face with the pastel mutt who furrowed his brow.

“I’m sure he didn’t get sick FOR you, Al. You and I both know how much Nai hates being sick… so please try to take it easy on him, okay? That cough sounds pretty bad..”

Alistar scoffed and waved one of his blackened hands dismissively towards the other, his other hand firmly on the outer most sides of the pizza boxes to hold them up against his body. Draeko rolled his eyes with a huff.

“Well, after you put the pizza down, can you at least grab a pillow and a bunch of blankets from the cabinet and put ‘em on the couch for Nai? Im gonna try to get him up so I can keep an eye on him.” The mutt’s entire demeanor had changed to one with more authority and confidence as he assumed his role as the hound’s caretaker, and began to go down a mental check list of items he could give Kanai to help him feel better.

Rolling his bright crimson eyes, the demon threw his head back and sighed dramatically at the simple request. “Ugh, fine. Whatever, I’ll figure it out.” The redhead hissed softly as he trudged down the hallway to their kitchen, tucking away both boxes of pizza securely onto their counter top before beginning his search for the requested supplies.

Even if the door to Kanai’s room wasn’t completely closed, Draeko still rapped his knuckles against the wooden door softly. “Hey, Nai? You up yet?” The hybrid called out in a low, gentle tone.

After a few seconds of quiet shuffling sounds from within the hounds room, a hoarse reply with its consonants more than rounded from thick congestion finally came from behind the door and was quickly trailed by a wet sniffle. “I amb.”

With a warm, gentle smile, Draeko pushed open the hellions bedroom door to find Kanai still sitting right where the mutt had last seen him a few hours prior.

As he slowly turned towards the door to make eye contact with the mutt, the look of utter exhaustion written on the hounds features made the hybrid’s expression twist into an empathetic frown as he crossed the bedroom to sit on the corner of the bed facing the other.

“Awh, I was going to say ‘good morning, sleepy head!’ but it doesn’t look like you’re having the best time in here.” Draeko mewled softly, brushing the hound’s slightly damp navy blue strands of hair from his forehead.

Kanai replied with a completely waterlogged sniffle, his vacant gaze shifting to settle on the hybrid in front of him.

“It is also ndot bordi’g, Luciftias.” He replied flatly, to which Drae chuckled as he shook his head.

Without a chance to respond, Kanai's typical stoic expression was replaced with a distant gaze as his blackened eyes suddenly began to squint, brimming with tears. His head slowly tilted backwards as his eyebrows knit together on his forehead, his chest shivering beneath the hoodie that clung to his damp skin. His pierced nostrils flared helplessly in irritation before he snapped forward, unleashing two powerful, uncovered sneezes.

"hh'KSHHh'hieww!! Hih— huh'KIISSHH'ah!" The hellhound's sneezes were directed towards his desk, leaving behind a trail of saliva on its dark wooden surface. He let out a few strained coughs before leaning back, wincing at the sensation in his throat. Caught off guard, he made no attempt to cover the sneezes that exploded from his face and instead, he just slurped back a soupy sniffle that made the mutt visibly cringe.

“Bless you, Nai, shit. You sound horrible..” Draeko's voice was filled with concern as he took in the other's appearance. His eyes traced over Kanai's flushed face and sweat-dampened hair. Raising the back of his hand to the other’s cheek, the hybrid’s brow furrowed at the increased amount of heat radiating from his grey skin. The warmth seeping through his palm made him worry for the hound’s well-being.

“I think you have a fever…” Drae hummed between his pursed lips as he rocked back onto his other foot to get a better overall view of his house mate, his frown deepening.

Kanai’s expression remained unchanged as he nearly scoffed at the suggestion with a small shake of his head, but instantly his features were again snatched up in desperation before he could utter a response.

“Hhh—! hh’KTishhh’yiew!” The hellhound sneezed forcefully again, misting the air in front of him with virus laden saliva before another string of raspy coughs clawed their way from his chest. The mutt recoiled slightly, but quickly corrected himself by letting his hand rest gently against the hellions back, his fingertips lovingly ghosting across the damp fabric of his hoodie.

After a moment, Kanai was able to muffle the ticklish feeling within his lungs and he cleared his throat before his rebuttal.

“Do dot worry yourself, Luciftias…” he panted with a new rasp to his already scratchy voice. Slowly willing his lanky body to a standing position, the hound had to steady himself on the side of his desk as the room swam around him. Draeko almost reached out to steady him but decided against it, concern clearly written on his face.

“Careful, Nai…”

"I abm dnot idfirmb." Kanai spoke through gritted teeth, his consonants rounded with congestion. His heterochromatic eyes drooped as his body leaned against the desk, exhausted just from the effort it took to stay upright. "It is just... a mbere cold, Luciftias… onde that I will e’ddure." He coughed once, violently, and the sound echoed around the room, making Draeko wince again.

“Why don’t you at least come out and try to eat some pizza with Al and me?," Draeko suggested gently with an encouraging smile, reaching out to place a hand on Kanai's shoulder. The hybrid felt him shiver beneath the material of his shirt, like a shudder running through his entire body despite it not being visible from the outside. "Let me take care of you..."

Kanai stared at him with tired eyes before slowly straightening to his full height again and clearing his throat into a clenched fist. The rain outside picked up suddenly and pattered against the window behind Draeko, casting a misty gray light over them both.

With a defeated sigh, Kanai nodded his agreement. It would do him well to get some nutrients and warmth, and it couldn't hurt to simply sit with the others; as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted the company. He knew the pet was worried for him, even if he insisted he was just dealing with a cold. Despite feeling weak and drained, he knew that he should eat something to keep up his strength.

The hound allowed himself to be guided slowly towards the door, picking up his phone on the way and shoving it into a pocket of his sweatpants. He swayed unsteadily for a moment before grabbing onto Draeko's arm for support, not wanting to fall over. The hybrid glanced at him worriedly but didn't say anything, simply nod his encouragement and following along as Kanai lumbered down the stairs to find Al waiting by the pizza boxes on the kitchen counter.

Well— not so much waiting…

The demon leaned his hip against the counter over the boxes with his phone in one hand, a half eaten slice of pizza in the other. He chewed on a mouthful loudly while scrolling through some random social media feed until his attention was captured by his housemates.

“Hey! Look what the mutt dragged in!” Alistar cheered, extending the half eaten slice in his hand towards the two as they shuffled in. His ruby eyes glanced over them both curiously as they entered, his brow furrowing slightly and his grin disappearing when he noticed how Kanai moved.

“Al! I told you not to call me that!” The hybrid cried, placing another well deserved smack against the back of the hellion’s head when he was close enough.

"Uncle Fucking Christ, when did you get so violent?” The redhead chuckled, carelessly discarding his phone to rub the sore spot on the back of his head.

Ignoring the demon’s jeers, Drae sighed in frustration and shook his head before turning to address the hellhound that stood statuesque behind him now.

“You doing okay?” The hybrid’s lips curled into a gentle empathetic smile as he reached out to squeeze the other’s arm in reassurance.

Kanai, who’s vacant gaze was fixed on a random spot on the counter, nodded slowly, his lips parted slightly as he was forced to mouth breathe. With another dangerously waterlogged sniffle, the hound swallowed. He knew if he were to try to respond with anything more, he would simply be choked off by another fit of harsh coughs that even now, threatened to clamber up his throat.

“What fuckin gives?," Alistar asked callously, annoyed by the damper in the mood. He was already back to scrolling on his phone, stuffing another bite of pizza into his open mouth without looking up from his screen.

“He’s sick, Alistar… it’s bad this time…”

He honestly couldn’t understand why his best friend wasn’t celebrating over his illness; not only did it feel AMAZING, (not to mention the incredible sex…), but because of their high body temperatures and infernal immune systems, neither of them got to experience mortal illnesses very often. Shit, Kanai should be STOKED about such an opportunity to dive deeper into his pathogen research. Alistar wouldn’t squander such an amazing turn of events, that’s for sure. He was so fucking ungratef—

“Hhh— HEH'kkssshuuh!! Eh'kgsssshihh! Hhah—! hah’KSHHh’iiew! hhH’KIISSHH’ue!!” The previously silent hellion suddenly veered to the side, burying his face into the crook of his elbow just in time to contain his sneezes, before a thick, deep cough proceeded to once again steal the breath from his lungs.

Ripped from his thoughts by the sudden violent sneezes, the redheads lips turned up into a smirk and he eyed his best friend up and down slowly. See, this is exactly what he was talking about… What kind of crazy person could hate that?

Draeko rubbed up and down Kanai’s back until the other managed to get his breathing back to a normal pattern, although the hound couldn’t bare to return the mutt’s gaze in fear of seeing his big dual colored eyes filled with concern and sadness for his current state.

“Now you’re speakin’ my language, buddy!” Alistar cheered, once again raising the slice of pizza in his hand like a toast before taking a massive bite, chewing loudly again.

Draeko cringed at the sound of Alistar’s obnoxious chomping, but he tried his best to swallow his annoyance as he knew it would only egg the demon on and encourage him. With a forced exhale, the smaller male turned completely around so his back was towards Al, and the hellhound had all of his attention.

Kanai’s blank expression remained the same as always, however Draeko knew his well enough to see how truly run down and crappy his mate must feel. His naturally grey skin had somehow less saturation now, except in his face. The hounds black scleras were shadowed with dark purple circles, and his cheeks, nose and forehead all were dusted in a shade of pink that was almost never seen on the hellion’s complexion. He just looked like a sad puppy and it broke the hybrid’s heart to see.

“Just ignore him, okay? Here, let’s go sit on the couch… Maybe we can play some Untitled Goose Game to try and help you feel better?” Draeko offered with another gentle smile, wrapping his arms around the other in a loving embrace.

Kanai felt almost like he was in a dream, like nothing felt real except the ever present clogged feeling in his entire head, as if someone had packed as much cotton within his skull as they could, and of course, the constant buzzing within his sensitive nose.

Usually, the suggestion of playing the hellhound’s favorite game would be enough to shake any ailment he was facing, but when his response was only a nod and a few tired blinks, Draeko felt worry begin to burn brightly within his chest. He really must feel absolutely awful if a game of logic that you get to play as a cheeky goose didn’t shake his near catatonic state.

The mutt tossed a glance at Alistar, who despite his own selfish intentions also seemed to pick up on hounds disinterest and decided to keep his comments to himself, stuffing the last of his pizza crust into his mouth.

Kanai let himself be guided to the largest couch in the living room, Draeko's fingers resting lightly on his shoulder. The pillows and blankets that he had asked Alistar to put out for Kanai were where he was asked to leave them, however, they all laid in a huge tangled mass over the arm instead of being spread out over the cushions. With another frustrated sigh, the hybrid shook his head and simply scooted the pile of bedding over to give his mate plenty of space to sit how he felt comfortable.

The hound leaned heavily against the back of the couch as he sat down, his breathing labored but trying to keep himself together. He could feel Draeko watching him, his gaze full of concern, but also an underlying need to care for and protect him. It was reassuring - a feeling he hadn't ever experienced.

As he settled into his usual seat, his eyes flickered to the boxes of pizza that Alistar proceeded to set on the coffee table in front of him, and instinctively he tried to take a deep breath through his nose. Despite the clogged state of his sinuses, he managed to detect the scents of the tomato sauce, cheese and garlic. It made him even more nauseous than he had been before, but he felt it would be rude to refuse food when Draeko was trying so hard to be of help. He picked up a slice with trembling fingers and brought it close to his lips, taking a small bite that nearly made him gag. The taste was alien: tangy and hot, burning its way down his throat. He closed his eyes as he chewed slowly, the texture thick and stringy in his mouth like glue before he swallowed hard. Another coughing fit seized him afterward, forcing out a soft "fuck" from his cracked lips when he eventually caught his breath.

Kanai felt his temperature spike, his cheeks flushing as he opened his eyes to find Draeko's concerned gaze locked onto him.

"You are worryigg yourself too mbuch, agaidn, Luciftias," he croaked out, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. The room seemed to spin around him, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His heart thudded in his chest as if it were trying to escape from his ribcage, and his head throbbed with every beat. The air seemed to shimmer around him like heat rising off of asphalt on a summer's day. "I amb dnot goigg to expire." — although truthfully, he felt as if he were already on Death’s door.

Alistar sat on the loveseat across from them, his crimson gaze locked on the hound for a few moments. The demon tried his best to brush off the sight of moisture filling his best friend’s eyes again; an occurrence that had only happened now twice in the entire 2000 some odd years that their friendship had existed. The redhead didn’t want to admit to himself, or anyone for that matter, how much the sudden show of emotion from Kanai the past few days concerned him, as he had never even had to ponder the thought of something happening to his companion.

They were immortal for fuck sake. So he would always have Kanai following him around like the little sidekick he had always been, despite the hound being a few hundred years older than Alistar. — Right?

He couldn't help but notice how thin and vulnerable Kanai looked in this moment - an unexpected side effect of whatever cold or flu-like illness had overtaken him so suddenly. Secretly, his black heart ached at seeing him like this; usually, he was always such a vibrant presence in their little group.

Just as the redhead ripped his attention from his sad looking friend, the very subtle flaring of Kanai’s nostrils drew his line of sight right back. He found himself unable to look away as the sensitive appendage quivered helplessly, forcing the hound to involuntarily gasp in desperation before snapping forward forcefully.

“Eh'kgsssshihh! Hhh— hh’KTishhh’yiew!! ‪hih’KKSSSHHHuh! Hihh— sndddff!! ‬hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!” With an uncharacteristically pathetic groan, the hound smashed his pierced nostrils between his index finger and thumb, dramatically scrubbing his nose within an inch of its life to try and rid himself of the sensation.

"Nai, you okay?" Draeko asked, concerned as he watched the hound desperately try to clear his nose. The hybrid had never seen Kanai like this before, and it worried him.

"I amb finde, Luciftias," Kanai mumbled, his voice nasally and thick with congestion although he had tried to sound reassuring. "You are worryigg t-too mbuch againd..." He paused to sneeze again, his whole body convulsing as another sharp blast of air exploded from his nostrils. "Hih'kkssshh!!"

Alistar couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the usually stoic and composed hound reduced to a sneezing mess. But even as he chuckled, his concern for his friend grew. It wasn't like Kanai to become so ill— especially so suddenly.

“But you have a fever…” the hybrids voice trailed off at the end of his sentence, but Al still heard the other’s statement and audibly scoffed, leaning forward to fish a new piece of pizza from the box on the table.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, pup. We’re from hell, fevers are impossible in these vessels~” The demon waved his fresh pizza slice in the mutt’s face, just trying to be annoying out of boredom.

By this point, Draeko was done with Al’s shit, and as soon as the demon’s food crossed into his personal bubble, he quickly slapped it from the redheads grasp, sending the slice of pepperoni pizza sliding across the floor a rather large distance with a splat of tomato sauce left at the original point of contact with the floor.

Alistar fell silent for a second, a look of disbelief written on his face as he looked back and forth between Draeko’s smug expression and the now soiled slice of pizza across the room. “—Man, what the fuck?”

“Stop fucking around and just support Kanai, Alistar… Why is that so hard for you? There’s a time and a place for that shit…” Draeko spat angrily with more venom than he had intended, however, it needed to be said.

“Damn, go off, pup.” The demon laughed dryly, shaking his head before standing up and crossing living room to where his slice of pizza flew and picking it up off of the floor with a grunt. The demon inspected both sides of the slice briefly before shrugging and taking a large bite. Draeko had him fucked up if he thought he would waste a perfectly good slice of pizza because he wanted to be bold. Alistar made his way back to his spot on the love seat before reaching for the tv remote on the other edge of the coffee table and turning on the large flat screen on the wall in front of them.

"Do you need anything?" The pastel hybrid asked, moving closer to Kanai. "I can make you some tea or get you something else to eat?”

The hound shook his head slowly. "You have mby gratitude, Luciftias… I just ndeed sombe rest."

Draeko nodded understandingly and patted the hellion's back before reaching into the box in front of him to pull out his own piece of pizza. He licked his lips hungrily, scooting back on the couch all the way before taking a sizable bite, his eyes now focused on the TV as Alistar scanned through channels in search of something to watch.

As the TV guide flickered past Saw 3, Alistar’s expression lit up with excitement, and Drae rolled his bright eyes, but decided against any kind of argument against it. One hand gently squeezed Kanai’s shoulder from behind in reassurance and the hound cleared his throat and snuffled thickly before sliding back to lay his head on the mutt’s lap.

“Here, wait—“ Draeko whispered, reaching forward to swipe one of the pillows from the pile that Alistar had brought in for Kanai and stuffed it under the other’s head, his navy blue hair that still felt slightly damp falling across the soft fabric. He sighed in content, sniffling softly as he melted into the pillow.

As the three of them settled in for the movie, Draeko leaned back into the plush cushions and let out a content sigh. He had always enjoyed spending time with the other two men, even if Alistar could be a pain in the ass sometimes and Kanai was currently out of commission. But in this moment, he couldn't help but feel grateful for their company.

Kanai, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling to stay awake as he snuggled up against the mutt’s lap. The pastel hybrid kept a close eye on him, ready to offer comfort or assistance whenever needed.

Alistar seemed to have calmed down from his earlier antics and was now fully immersed in the movie playing on the TV. The demon chuckled at some of the more brutal scenes, stretching out on the loveseat with his feet hanging over one arm and his head propped up on the other.

Draeko carded his fingers through Kanai’s hair lovingly, stopping every once in a while to gently massage the places his horns jutted from his head, and the hellhound was quickly lulled to sleep. He snored softly as he slept, his mouth hanging open in order to breathe. Occasionally the hybrid would lean forward to give him a quick, protective glance, and if needed, gently wipe away any leakage from his raw looking nose.

Time passed quickly as they watched the movie, with occasional comments or jokes thrown in by Alistar, which of course was followed by a giggle from Draeko who had to hide his face behind his hands during the more gory scenes.

A little more than halfway through the movie, the banter between the two began to slow as their eyelids got heavier, and it didn’t take long before both men were asleep, sprawled out on their respective seats with the tv blaring in the background. The light bouncing off of the screen was the only illumination throughout the whole room as the rain still pattered against the roof, setting the scene for a perfect night in…

Well, that’s not exactly how it played out for Kanai, of course…

Alistar was awoken by gasping, desperate coughing that sounded muffled by something, and in his nearly unconscious state, he tried his best to ignore the unfamiliar sound, squeezing his eyes shut and clearing his mind in order to drift back to sleep—

“H’KngxsstSH! …….hhhih—… Hnkt'KNXTuhh! ihH’ktdSHhh!”

See, now that was a sound he DID know… Well, he was awake now. Maybe he could at least finesse some head from the hellhound since they both were up… y’know, for research purposes…

With a defeated sigh, the demon peeled his ruby colored eyes open, squinting as he looked around the dark living room. He immediately noticed Kanai sitting on the very edge of the couch away from the hybrid who had completely sprawled his small body across the entire couch and had the pillow that Kanai had been using wrapped between his legs. The hound clutched one of the throw pillows that Draeko had insisted they needed a few months prior, his face pressed tightly against the fabric to muffle any involuntary noise.

“Aye— Nai. Cut that shit out, you’re gonna suffocate your vessel. Just let them out. I can’t even imagine the fiasco it would be trying to convince your dad to let you come back to earth, ESPECIALLY if your vessel ends up 6 feet under.” Alistar yawned as he sat up completely, stretching his arms above his head as his feet thudded to the hardwood floor under him.

With his face buried into the pillow in his lap and all of his focus being on staying as quiet as possible while he fought for his life against his symptoms, Kanai had been too preoccupied to notice the demon wake up, and the sound of Alistar’s voice startled him, causing him to jump a little. The sharp gasp he took because of it restarted his helpless coughing fit, the congestion in his chest rattling with every inhale.

When the hound could finally manage to take a shaky breath in without sputtering more rasping coughs, he lifted his face sadly with an unproductive, soupy snort.

“I diddt wadnt to wake Luciftias… snnddff! He will start to worry add his braind will mbake himb sick againd if he worries too mbuch, Doddnie…” The hound rasped quickly, his voice shot and crackling at every few words. The end of his sentence dissolved into a few more violent coughs, but he quickly quieted himself as Alistar’s brow furrowed, a mixture of frustration and almost… concern? written on his face.

The demon huffed softly, coming to sit beside Kanai on the couch. "Fuck that, sometimes you have to be selfish, Kanai. As both your trusted Chaperone on earth, and your best friend, I seriously can’t have you suffocating to death just to make shit easier to swallow for our mortal pet, aight?" Without thinking, he reached over and tousled the hounds damp navy locks before brushing the wild strands back out of his face with what almost more resembled a gentle smile instead of the usual coy smirk he usually wore. Catching himself quickly, Alistar scoffed to try and mask his slip up before tearing his ruby colored irises from Kanai’s intense blue and brown ones.

"How the fuck did ya even end up this sick, Nai? There definitely should be an award you get for being the first infernal being to experience a fever, pal." Alistar smirked at the other, shaking his head with disapproval.

Kanai gave the demon a weak shrug, followed by another thick sniffle and a sharp clearing of his throat. His eyes were bloodshot behind the black hue and glassy with exhaustion and the struggle to breathe; he looked about as miserable as he felt.

After a moment, the hound looked up at Alistar with a quiet plea in his gaze.

“Doddnie?”

“Wha?” The redhead turned his head slightly to look at Kanai warily.

"Could... Could you mbake mbe sombe of the pet’s leaf water? He mbade sombe when he was sick add it helped..." He whimpered softly at the raw feeling in his throat and chest as he spoke.

"...What? You mean Tea? ...Right. Okay, yeah I can do that. No problem," Alistar replied with faux confidence, slightly taken aback by the request, as the hellhound almost never asked for favors. He rose from his seated position and went to head to the kitchen, scratching his head while debating if he should google how to make tea or just wing it. He finally decided on the latter route and began loudly rifling through the cupboard in search of the item he had seen the mutt use to boil water for his own tea.

After a few minutes of clanging and cursing, Alistar emerged from the cupboard with a kettle and a couple of tea bags in hand. He filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil, his mind racing as he tried to remember how long it usually took for water to boil.

Kanai watched the demon's movements with tired eyes, grateful for his help but also feeling guilty for imposing on him. It wasn't like Alistar owed him anything, and he had just rudely woken his friend up from his sleep.

"Mby Apologies, Doddnie..." Kanai whispered, coughing softly into his hand. "I shouldd't have asked..."

The redhead turned to look at him with an incredulous raised eyebrow. "Stop apologizing, alright? Just get better. Or yknow— you could always give it to me since you’re so against being blessed with such a glorious sounding illness." The demon punctuated his statement with a shrug, although his offer was dead serious.

The hound gave him a weak chuckle in response before sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Alistar looked back at the stove anxiously and tapped his black fingertips against the counter top, hoping the water would boil soon.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the kettle whistled and Alistar quickly turned off the stove before pouring hot water into a mug, and tucking a tea bag into it. You would never imagine he’d only half paid attention whenever he’d seen the mutt make his own tea. Dunking the bag into the water a few times started to darken the shade of the water until it slowly began to resemble the beverages his pet typically enjoyed, although he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something…

The demon quickly glanced up at thier kitchen cabinet, and when he noticed the jar of honey on the shelf, he smirked confidently before snatching it from between the other various items on the shelf that the mutt enjoyed, and popping open the cap. The demon hadn’t the slightest clue how much to use, so he simply squeezed out a VERY generous amount of the viscous liquid into the mug and it quickly dissolved into the hot water. Satisfied with the outcome of his endeavor, the redhead mentally patted himself on the back before carefully carrying the hot mug over to the couch and handing it to Kanai who took it in both hands with a grateful nod.

"Be careful, dumbass, it’s hot," he warned the hellion when he saw him about to take a big gulp from his cup, chuckling softly.

Kanai nodded weakly before obeying and sipping slowly at his tea. The warm liquid soothed his throat and chest slightly as he let out a content sigh.

"Thandks..." He mumbled gratefully.

"No problem," Alistar replied nonchalantly, trying not to show how much he actually cared about his best friend’s well-being. "Just don't expect me to make you tea all the time now. I have a reputation to uphold, you know."

Kanai rolled eyes with a shake of his head and Al couldn’t help but smirk. “Do dnot worry Doddnie, I wondt tell Luciftias.” The hound gestured with his head towards Draeko who still remained asleep despite all of the noise going on around him, and Al snorted in response.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved Kanai off with one blackened hand, a smirk on his face as he turned to make his way back into the kitchen to clean up the mess he had made while looking for the kettle. There was no way he wanted to be awoken in the morning by the mutt’s bitching about a mess he didn’t make.

The tea instantly began to soothe the hounds throat as he continued to sip on it, although after a few sips, the steam that arose from the hot beverage began to loosen the thick congestion within his sinuses, reigniting the buzzing within his nose that he had JUST gotten to die down, and his breath began to catch in his throat. Kanai tried desperately to sniff back the unbearable prickly feeling that threatened to explode out of him again, twisting and scrunching his nose helplessly, but it was no use. His chest hiked quickly twice, filling to max capacity as he gasped in preparation, before—

“hh’KTishhh’yiew!! ‪hih’KKSSSHHHuh! Huh—! ‬hh'KSHHh'hieww!! HHeHh— heh'KIISSHH'hiew!” Kanai snapped forward again weakly, just barely avoiding spilling boiling tea all over himself by slipping it onto the table in front of him. A soft whimper left the hounds lips as he straightened into his seat, the small glimmer of the hellions true self that had returned moments before quickly retreated again once he was reminded of how unwell he truly felt.

Muffling a series of sharp coughs into his hoodie sleeve, Kanai leaned his heavy head against the side of the couch, his already intensely dark eyes now slightly sunken in and framed with deep purple circles. The hound’s lanky body draped over the furniture in such a way that he looked much like a sad, wilted flower; His Navy blue hair sticking to his damp forehead and his pierced lips parted just enough to allow oxygen to pass though. After a moment of the hellion struggling to catch his breath, Kanai’s heterochromatic irises slowly lifted towards the redhead who now stood in the middle of the kitchen with his nose buried in his phone screen and he cleared his throat with a small grimace.

“Hey, Doddnie?”

The redhead lifted his head from his phone screen lazily, his bright ruby colored eyes meeting his friends vacant expression. “Sup?”

“Where are we?"

Alistar lowered his phone to his side and turned to face Kanai, leaning against the counter, and crossing his arms.

This was a game they played, but one they hadn't touched in a while. Draeko had employed it quite a bit when he needed a little help with grounding himself after a bipolar episode; if he was somewhere without Alistar or Kanai when he eventually crumbled, he’d text one of them—where are we?

And the hellions would get the text, and know it was an SOS from their pet, typically answering quickly-- “we’re at an ICP concert. They just called us up on stage” or “we’re at that museum of stars and planets (….Planetarium) that you enjoy and we’re holding hands” or even just “we’re in bed. How am I doing?” They’d go on and on, detailing a wide variety of different scenes for Draeko to imagine and distract him from his own racing thoughts.

Kanai felt dizzy and sweaty and vaguely like he was going to sneeze again, but that he might explode if he did. “Where are we?”

The corners of the demons mouth curled up into a soft smirk, the innocence of his best friend in such a state making him shake his head as he came to the couch and plopped down next to Kanai. “We’re at the aquarium you keep not so subtly sending me links for.. It’s hot. We’re walking through the building and you’re reading me every single one of those lil plaques in front of the tanks with some random ass fun fact about a weird looking ocean thing with an unpronounceable name like those Anen— Ameminy—? I don’t even fucking know.. so I’ll definitely know more about ocean shit than I will ever need or want.” The redhead threw back his head with a snort at his own humor. Al’s usual impenetrable hard outer shell seemingly melted into a puddle at the demons feet.

“Mmm.” Kanai hummed softly through a thick wall of congestion, his breath snagging on the tail end and trailed by a string of raspy coughs that bursts out immediately after, barely a breath between them.

After a moment, he took a few testing breaths, as deep as he could, and shook his head against the dizziness.

“Nai…, what’s wrong?”

The hound could feel that same prickling warmth in the corners of his eyes that he had earlier, and he desperately tried to swallow the sizable lump that had lodged itself in his throat. ‘why is this happening? Did I do something to cause this?’ Kanai asked internally.

“You didn’t like the story?” Alistar asked his best friend softly, just as unsure how to navigate the sudden near menopausal mood swings from the previously emotionless hellhound.

The hound shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut now to try and contain the moisture that pooled behind his eyelids.

“What’s wrong?” Al pushed the other’s damp navy colored hair back and the amount of heat that rose off of the other’s scalp nearly made the demon recoil in surprise. “Nai… The mutt was right, you’re fucking burning up…”

“…But where are we?” Kanai whispered.

The redhead looked at him for a minute, and Kanai wondered, panicked, what he’d said to make his best friend look so sad. But then Alistar was hugging him, holding him in a tight embrace, and everything was okay. He nuzzled into the demon’s sweatshirt and knew exactly where he was.

Home.

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The 2nd part of the 2 part ask for Draeko is this mini fic at 1.5K words ✨

To anyone who missed part 1, you can find it here

Thank you SO MUCH to the anon who sent in both of these, I hope I was able to answer your questions! 😬🫠

As the loud music that vibrated even the epoxy flooring under him continued to drone on, Draeko, who only stood at a measly 5’4 in a sea of what seemed like giants to him, suddenly had a large, flat open palm forced against his back. It wasn’t the same warm, wide hands of the demon who had drug him along to such a loud venue; of course, he knew those well enough just in the few hours they had stood in line together waiting for the doors to the dark building to finally open, as the redhead had to constantly defend him against getting ran over or tripped on by the crazy crowd of people that flew by them.

No, these hands were far more rough, and almost the size of a baseball glove. But just as quickly as the strangers hand had been pressed to the mutt’s back, it suddenly disappeared, allowing him to take a much needed gulp of fresh air from as high on his tip toes as he could manage, before crashing back against the floor on flat feet. Thankfully, the jarring motion of the smaller male struggling behind him alerted the tall, redheaded demon a few people in front of him in the rolling crowd. The mutt’s dual colored eyes locked with Alistar’s crimson ones, displaying the discomfort he was experiencing despite his effort to literally just roll with it.

The demon let out a small, defeated sigh, which brought a few looks from the people around them, but still he forced his way past the people that stood between him and Draeko with an obviously irritated grunt, clapping a hand against his shoulder once he had made it through and leaning down to his ear level.

“Hey, I thought you said you liked this kind of music…What gives?” Alistar practically screamed to ensure his voice be heard over the deafening music and cheering crowd, one of his deep red eyebrows arching to the top of his forehead in annoyance.

Draeko’s hands shot up in front of him, waving frantically back and forth in his own defense, a slight blush dusting across his cheeks as smiled back at Alistar.

“No, no! Nothing like that, I swear. The musics good! — I just keep getting pushed..” Draeko admitted to the other sheepishly as he, too, was forced to scream over the music, adverting his gaze back to the blinding stage as the vermillion shade to his cheeks grew deeper.

Al sighed loudly in frustration, grabbing one of Draeko’s slender arms forcefully in his palm. “Well, why didn’t you just say that?” The fierce scowl that adorn the redheads face instantly made the shifter furrow his brows self consciously. He opened his mouth to apologize, but was swiftly silenced by the forceful tug Alistar gave to his arm, quite literally dragging his feet on the floor to position him directly in front of the redhead.

“Just stand here. I’ll fucking deck anyone that gets in your bubble, alright?” The demon huffed, gripping a handful of Draeko’s sweater from the back and pulling him in closer to his chest, before eventually wrapping one long arm around the smaller male’s shoulders.

At first, the embrace from the characteristically cold demon made Draeko’s heart beat wildly in his chest, his face somehow becoming even more red than before. But very shortly after, as the music all seemed to fade together around them, Drae felt a very familiar sensation begin to tuck itself into the very tip of his small, round nose.

‘Not now, not now, not now….’ The mutt begged his body inwardly, scrunching his nose back and forth to attempt to thwart the inevitable. But he couldn’t help his small chest hiking twice in quick succession as his breath snagged. “Hh.. hiiihhh.…”

By this time, all of Alistar’s attention was directed back to the stage in front of them, his lanky frame bobbing behind Draeko to the beat of the song that was being played on stage. He had no idea of the struggles the smaller male was facing, seemingly out of no where…

As one of Al’s arms slipped from it’s precarious position on top of the other’s shoulder, a rather large gust of air jetted upward and directly into Draeko’s face, jostling his dual colored hair. An unfamiliar sickly sweet smell instantly made the mutt’s eyes water, and a few strangled breaths were gasped out through his gently parted lips.

Suddenly, Draeko pitched forward only slightly, his thumb and index fingers clamped tightly around his already streaming nose. “Hh’NDKT’ih! H’GXTSH’ue! K’GNSH’iiew!”

Thankfully the loud surroundings were enough to cover the sound of his 3 desperate stifles, and the movement around them allowed his sudden jerks to go unnoticed, without so much as a glance from the redhead still tangled around him.

Using the end of one of his sleeves, Draeko tried to discretely dab at the underside of his now damp nostrils, although even the gentleness of his touch only willed the blooming tickle to the tip of his nose again.

“Hiiihhh..” he whined into his wrist, sniffling with a thick, wet sound as allergic tears already poured down his pink cheeks.

The pathetic whine from the mutt below him managed to finally catch Alistar’s attention once again, and the grin that once spread across his face vanished, frustration starting to get the better of him at this point.

“What’s wrong now?” The demon huffed, “I thought you were just getting pushed… like fuck. We can just go hom—“ Alistar was stopped mid sentence as his crimson eyes finally peered forward and he was met with the red, streaming nose, and slightly hung open jaw of the small man in front of him, his glistening nostrils simply quivering from the overwhelming buzzing within his poor nose.

“Hhh… hhh— Hiihhh!” The mutt hitched desperately, his small chest continuing to rise with each breath of the teasing buildup and his eyelashes fluttering wildly against his rosy cheeks.

Suddenly, it all clicked in Alistar’s head. The new cologne he had boosted from the local mall kiosk had only just come out of the box when he went to freshen up before the next set..

So it’s just that easy? Good to know…

As Draeko’s head started to fall back against Al’s shoulder, the redhead got a front row seat at this angle, and who was he to let it go to waste?

Expertly gripping Draeko’s wrists and forcing them behind his back in one fluid motion, the small male could do nothing but gasp in surprise, which is just what Al had been hoping for…

The tickle buried at the tip of his nose instantly forced its way out before Drae could do much of anything about it; although with his hands restrained, each desperate, rapid sneeze misted the air around the two in all directions, only continuing to get more and more frantic as they went on.

“hh’KTishhh’yuu!! Hehh’KISHHH! ihh!! IHSCHHH!!” The mutts cheeks looked as if they would burn clean off of his face as more and more people in front of them started turning around with a disgusted expression. Draeko squirmed frantically under the demons grasp, but clearly Alistar had the upper hand in terms of strength, thus making him powerless except to do what Alistar wanted.

“IHSCHHH!! Hehh’KISHHH! Ihh’dsheeiew! iit’shHIEW! ISHHH’IIEW!” Drae continued to sneeze helplessly as Al tightly gripped both wrists behind him, until he managed to finally slip one through the redheads tight grasp and scrub pathetically at his raw nose that was now the same shade as his blushing cheeks. Thankfully this time, the small circular scrubbing motions the mutt was rubbing into his nostrils managed to at least force the overwhelming buzz back enough that he could try and shoot Alistar a death glare for such behavior. Instead, he was met with the aroused smirk of the demon, causing him to lose his nerve.

But it was just starting to get fun for Alistar.

“Bathroom. Now.” The redhead barked into the other’s ear, gesturing with a nod towards the dimly lit bathrooms in the back of the venue.

“Okay, okay, b-but no more c-cologne, okay? I — hiiihh! I cant h-handle anymore..” Draeko whined, a now soggy sweater sleeve once again pressed around his pink nose as he tried to gently sniff back the mess that threatened to drip down his upper lip.

Alistar scoffed, wasting no time hauling the still sniveling shifter towards the bathrooms, already panting heavily from excitement. “No promises, pup…”

Thanks so much for reading!

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Remi has been waiting weeeeeks for his new Guardin hoodie that he preordered to come in the mail. This morning though, he found the box stuffed full of merch he bought online sitting neatly on their front porch. He scrambled to get the hoodie out of the packaging and shortly, he had the clothing pulled over his head and his arms were the last to slide through. Once on, he tugged down the sides of the hoodie and adjusted it to his liking, only able to see himself partially when looking down and at an awkward angle.

Remi huffed, racing into another bedroom where he knew there was a full length mirror he could use..

But he didn’t think about the fact that the spare room was hit with direct sun around that time of day, and the sun rays would easily pour through the huge windows and sliding glass door..

Just as the wolf turned the door handle to the bedroom and practically ran into the room with excitement, the sunlight that illuminated the small room bore deep into his optic nerves. Suddenly the world went dark, and the normally intense radioactive green color of his irises was now a cloudy, mottled whiteish green.

“F-fuck..” Remi spat before throwing both hands over his nose and mouth, a rather large tickle quickly barreling down to the tip of his nose.

“Hhh’ISCHHIH! Hh’IISCHH! HH’IETSH’UE!!” Remi sneezed in rapid succession into his open palms, ducking back out of the bedroom quickly until his vision had completely returned.

“Damn photic sneezes..” Remi growled in a low rumble, scrubbing at his nose with his index knuckle.

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Nearly 3K words, RemixLevi snzfic with Remi as the sneezer bc obviously I’m a little bit partial 🫠🫠 Pls enjoy 🖤 would love feedback if you have any! 😭🤧

I’ll Make You A Deal…

A RemixLevi snzfic 🖤

“Remington! What the hell!?” Levi shrieked in frustration as he stormed in from the kitchen, waving around a few different food items in each hand and flinging droplets of water everywhere as he did so. The leopard was greeted by a very lethargic looking wolf who laid stomach down on their shared bed, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dull green eyes remained locked on the screen of their tv and the Xbox controller already clacked away loudly in his hands despite it being 9 am. Both Remi’s eyes and his nose were rimmed with the same matching red, moisture glistening from his septum as he gasped out ragged breaths from his spot the bed. With a liquidy yet unproductive sniffle, the large man finally paused his game to look over at the cat with an eyebrow raised.

“What’d I do?” Remi asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Did you forget to close the fridge last night after you made your late night snack?” Levi crossed his arms across his chest as he waited patiently for his mate’s reply, almost like a mom after receiving a bad report card.

The wolf visibly thought for a second, trying to imagine himself making his toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 am the night before, although everything was pretty fuzzy. Drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil to finally be able to sleep through the constant buzzing in his sinuses probably wasn’t his smartest idea; although he did finally manage to fall asleep afterward, so the canine couldn’t complain too much. “Uh, I don’t remember?”

Levi held the items in his hands out in front of him, waving them around a little with a frustrated scowl. “No, you left it open all night and now all of this food we bought for this whole trip is spoiled!”

A flash of guilt passed over the large man’s features, and he sighed softly before muttering a couple of deep, chesty coughs into his balled up fist. “I’b sorry, Levi, that’s by bad.. I guess it’s doordash for the week, huh?” Remi offered, hoping to try and make a little light of the shitty situation he caused.

Levi gasped and shook his head quickly, a look of horror on his face at the thought of Door Dash for every meal for the next eight days, when they had a perfectly good kitchen to cook in right inside their bus. “Ummm.. no.. we’re going to find the grocery store and get FOOD.”

“Levi, combe od..” The wolf nearly whined, suddenly looking equally horrified thinking of having to be anywhere around people right now in his current condition. As if on cue, Remi’s chapped, dampened nose twitched to life, the tickle quickly becoming too intense to ignore and he could only duck his head down towards the bed weakly. “Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh!!”

A mist of contagious droplets coated the bedspread in front of him, the wolf was left sniffling thickly while scrubbing at his septum with an index finger knuckle. “Nngh. How the hell are we godda do that? Just drive there and park our giadt blue bus in the parkigg lot?” Remi slowly began to rise to a full sitting position, and once he sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers snatched a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. With a thick gurgle, the wolf drenched the ball of tissues in his hands in one blow, grimacing before tossing it in the trash can and clearing his throat.

“There’s one not super far from here, but I can’t read the directions at the same time as watching the mountain roads..” The leopard thought out loud, taking a second to ponder, before his face lit up mischievously. “I know! Since you left the fridge open all night, your punishment is giving me directions~” Levi giggled with a cheeky grin, sticking the tip of his tongue out towards the very unenthusiastic wolf.

“Levi.. you kdow I dod’t feel good..” The canine whimpered with a defeated exhale, the other’s stern parental -like expression softening slightly when his icy blue orbs met with Remi’s dim green ones.

“I’ll make you a deal.. If you can help me with the directions there, I’ll go in and do all of the shopping and you can go back to bed, okay?” The leopard offered with a gentle smile, to which Remi shrugged his shoulders with a quick eye roll.

“Fide.. But I’m goidg to be extra addoyidg..” The wolf chuckled softly, but his laugh was quickly cut short by a deep, painful coughing fit that echoed through the small living space. Once able to catch his breath, he pulled his hood over his head and came to his feet. Remi managed yet another sigh, and Levi rolled his eyes playfully at how dramatic his mate could be for such an otherwise extremely intimidating guy. The two made their way up to the front where Remi lazily plopped himself down in the passenger seat, and Levi shimmied his way into the drivers seat, keys in hand.

“Here, I pulled it up on my phone already, just tell me as the turns come up?” Levi smiled graciously again towards his mate, passing him his phone with the screen already open on the route. Remi took it, leaning back a little in his seat to try and make himself more comfortable for the 20 minute drive, sniffling sharply against one of his wrists. “Nnngh, my dose is so stuffed up..” He complained hoarsely, to which Levi passed him a quick, empathetic expression.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some more NyQuil at the store if you take it how it’s supposed to be taken..” The cat chuckled breathily, slipping the keys into the ignition and turning them. The bus engine roared to life, and Levi rubbed the steering wheel gently with a smile. “Good job May, let’s get going!” He cheered happily, quickly clicking his seatbelt on. With an almost inaudible grumble from the wolf, they were off.

Only a few moments after leaving the gravel road of the rest stop they had been staying at, the bus finally made it to the main road, coming to a full stop at the stop sign.

Levi took the opportunity to turn to his mate to make sure he was still paying attention to navigating as the other had a habit of getting distracted, but was met with the wolf’s fluttering eyelids, and quickly flaring reddened nostrils that gleamed with moisture. Before words could come out of the cat’s mouth, Remi pitched to the side, one arm weakly lifting towards his face in a half assed attempt to cover his sneezes, although he failed miserably.

“hh'IETSH’UE! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly into the open space of the cab, spraying not only himself and the air around him, but even Levi was a casualty, placed perfectly in Remi’s ‘Splash Zone’. Without a word, the cat swiped away a few particularly large droplets that had landed on his arm, although he was used to it after being with the large, immune deficient man for so long.

Remi snorted thickly, before scrubbing at his nose in quick, circular motions, a soft clicking sound echoing loudly above the low hum of the vehicles engine as he did. “Nnngh, by bad..” he grumbled again, finally able to focus his eyes on Levi’s phone.

Seeing Remi relax once again took some of the edge off for the leopard, exhaling silently and looking back towards the road with a smile. Pushing forward, they traveled onward for a bit, before the wolf cleared his throat suddenly.

“Turdn left odn Naglee Road up here.” He instructed, looking up at Levi to see that he had heard him. The smaller man nodded with a grin, thankful Remi wasn’t too preoccupied to get them lost, and did as he was told. The bus cruised around the corner smoothly, and the map on the phone in his large hand updated accordingly.

The wolf attempted to snort back some of the congestion that was beginning to make his face throb, although at this point, it was pretty much useless. He whined softly, pinching just under his bridge piercing as another tickle began to bloom deep within his sinuses. Every sneeze felt like it would make his head pop with the pressure, and he REALLY wanted to go lay back down..

Suddenly, Remi’s mouth began to curl up into its own mischievous smirk. To be fair, he told Levi he would be extra annoying if he had to be up here.. Why not make it fun?

Sniffling softly a few times to tease the building tickle from his nose, the wolf wouldn’t have had time to cover even if he wanted to with how fast it completely took over.

“—HEH’TXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSSHHhhh’ih!” The two forceful sneezes tore from the large man’s throat, a large cloud of contagious mist filling the space between them again, and coating the other’s freckled arm. When Levi’s eyebrows furrowed to try and concentrate more on the road, Remi’s smirk got a little bigger. Even someone as sweet and patient as Levi was had to have their breaking point, right? Anyone else would have already been done with Remi’s childish behavior.

Snuffling wetly, he leaned back in his seat again, this time with his sock clad feet up on the dashboard, to which Levi gave him a quick side eye. The wolf grunted, slipping them off again and thumping back on the bus floor.

“What’s the next turn?” Levi asked over his shoulder, clearly unamused by his mates shenanigans.

“Turn right on Belbourde Street in a half mile.”

“On.. what street?” Levi questioned, his eyes flickering to his mate’s face for a second before returning to the road in front of them.

“…..Belbourde.. Bel—“ The congestion behind Remi’s eyes continued to increase, leaving all of his words rounder than intended, and he sighed in frustration. “BMELBORNDE” he barked finally, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a self conscious huff, and Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently.

“Okay baby, we should be almost there. I think there’s one more turn off after the Melbourne exit.” The white haired man smiled, quick to reassure his mate, despite how much of a brat he’d been. But then again, that was just who Levi was.

The wolf huffed again from his seat, coming to the quick conclusion that the extra 10 minutes he would get if he was told to go lay down now weren’t as worth while as he thought, and the canine gave up the grocery sabotage entirely.

Again Levi turned the bus around the next corner with ease, driving the huge vehicle expertly around the tight, windy roads down the mountain a little ways, seemingly in his element as he remained completely focused on the task at hand. After a second, the cat waved one thin hand out towards Remi to get his attention again. “Hey, the last turn off shouldn’t be too far off from this one.. what’s the name again?”

The wolf blinked towards Levi for a moment, his brain fighting for its life against his raging fever that flushed his cheeks and forehead, but he slowly began to register the question he was asked. His dim emerald eyes shifted down to the leopard’s phone screen that sat face up on his lap, squinting to try and read the words through his double vision. When he still couldn’t make out the number or the name of the exit, Remi began to get frustrated again, swiping the phone from his lap and bringing it up close to his face.

“Oh, found it..” he mumbled, Levi passing him slightly anxious glances as more and more exits began to fly by their window.

“Okay, it’s.. Hehh..” The canine’s breath snagged sharply, the intense buzz within his nose returning full force.

God, his nose tickled SO damn badly…

As his thick eyelashes began to flutter ever so slightly, he quickly clamped one large hand over his nostrils to squeeze them shut with a loud squelch , although his breath still hitched helplessly while his jaw hung very slightly slacked.

“Hiihhh.. it’s.. f-fuck.. hhheh—hold on..” Remi’s eyes began to water from the effort it took to fight off such an intense tickle that was burning white hot within his quivering nostrils, although still trying his best to do what Levi had asked of him.

Levi’s gaze flashed back and forth between Remi, and the road, even attempting a quick snatch of his phone from Remi’s otherwise occupied hands, but he was unsuccessful. “Rem!” The cat grumbled loudly.

“Th—huhhh.. The n-nehhhh..” the wolf gasped, raising one finger to point out of his window at a passing sign, and Levi thankfully was able to catch a glimpse of it before it flew by their vehicle.

“I turn off on Pacific Road!?” The leopard raised his voice a little in a panic as the exit sign got closer and closer.

The wolf couldn’t do anything other than nod exuberantly, afraid of the repercussions that would come from removing the hand he had pinching his nostrils closed, but as Levi whipped Maybelle around the corner to be able to make the exit, Remi’s hand slipped from its position in order to brace himself on the door of the bus.

As soon as the fresh air flooded into his reddened, sensitive nose, he gasped an enormous breath of air into his lungs, trying to mentally prepare himself for the hammer to the temples.

“hih’AESSSHH’ue!! HA’AETTCCCHH’uh! Hihhh— hiiih’AETTCHH’uh!! Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!” Remi sneezed so loudly that the bus windows shook, his poor nose desperate for a release, one way or another and eardrums be damned.

The smaller man let out a startled squeal as the whole right side of his body was sprayed by the canine’s mess, flashing a look over at the disheveled wolf riding passenger who was still frozen in place. Both hands were in front of his face, and his long body was doubled up on itself, hugging his own knees with his feet planted on the floor. Remi dared not move, dared not even breathe lest his nose might have something else to say about it. He stayed frozen for so long, that when the leopard finally pulled into the parking lot at the local grocery store a minute later and carefully brought the bus to a stop in one of the parking spots, the wolf still hadn’t even picked his head up.

“Rem? You okay? Those were some pretty big ones..” the leopard’s eyes were filled with concern for his mate as he stretched out one thin freckled hand to rub his mate’s shoulder gently.

Remi opened his mouth to reply, but the scratchiness of his voice overwhelmed his already sore throat, plunging the weakened man into yet another thick, chesty coughing fit that made him tremble slightly from the force. ‘Nnnngh…” the wolf whimpered after a few seconds, followed by a loud snort that still did almost nothing for the congestion packed into his raw sinuses. “Okay.. I gave you directiodns, and dow we’re here… I’b goigg back to bed dow..” he nearly whispered, his head completely reeling and every inch of his body pouring sweat.

The leopard’s face was taken over by an empathetic, caring expression as he eyed his sickly mate, nodding his head in agreement. “Of course baby, thank you so much for your help. Go ahead and go get comfy in bed, and I’ll rent us a couple Redbox movies, and get us some lunch, okay? If you want, I can even rub some of that vaporub on your chest if you think it helped last time?” Levi leaned down to kiss Remi’s very damp forehead, and the wolf sighed happily this time, his gaze slowly raising to meet the icy blue pools of his mate’s.

“I definitely won’t argue with you.. that all sounds so nice..” the large man’s voice was breathy and exhausted, followed by a few loose coughs that didn’t make it out with the others, and a forceful, deep snuffle as he ever so slowly rose to a standing position. As the canine trudged weakly back to bed, he turned just in time to catch Levi as he was pocketing his wallet right before heading out the door.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Remi called out hoarsely in an uncharacteristically needy tone that made the leopard’s heart almost explode out of his chest with pure love and admiration for the big wolf.

With a thoughtful smile, Levi nodded as he quietly pulled open the door of the bus, the crisp early afternoon air caressing his face as he stepped out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Acushla…”

The End…

Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far, it really means a lot to me! 🥺🖤

Hope you enjoyed my snz-y, needy boy as much as I enjoyed writing him 🥺

[aller-geez]

FINALLY, The fic I have been teasing!

Well, part 1 of 2!

(I may have gotten a little carried away with the preface of the night before, and after 4000 words I decided I needed to split it…)

Part 2 should be out in the next few days, and will be in collaboration with the lovely @thekinkyleopard who also owns Levi 🖤

Please enjoy some cold denial, obviously snz, some holdbacks (or I guess Rem’s attempts at holding back..) and of course, miserable Remi on the night before his 29th birthday 🖤

“So, the big 29 is tomorrow, huh, big guy?” The deep voice of his brother-in-law followed by the gentle nudge he gave the wolf’s shoulder broke him from the fog he was in, his slightly duller than usual green eyes adjusting back to reality as he turned his attention to the man next to him. With almost anyone else, Remi would have at the very least had some choice words for the person touching him, however, Biziil was already like a brother to him. The silver haired man had been dating both Remi and Levi’s sisters for a while now, and the girls never had anything bad to say about him. In fact, Remi couldn’t have picked out a better man himself for his sister, even if he was slightly intimidating to the large wolf.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Remi responded with a small flash of a smile, clearing his throat gently as he adjusted himself in his wooden chair, the loud chatter of the crowded restaurant all blending together in the background around them. Remi seemed a little more distracted tonight than he usually did, although it was was a widely known fact that the wolf also hated his birthday. “Levi’s even making me have a party this year.” Remi’s head lolled towards the white haired man next to him who was deep in conversation with the two girls who sat on the opposite side of the booth, their fingers intertwined with each other’s as they chatted along. The mention of his name pulled Levi’s attention away from the girls and he smiled brightly at his boyfriend, who now sat with his head rested on his hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of him, but he still returned his smile as their eyes locked.

“What about Levi?” The leopard asked with a grin, taking notice of how tired his boyfriend looked as he sat there, the dark circles under the mans eyes hard to miss even in the dimly lit restaurant.

“Rem was just telling me about how you’re making him have a party this year?” Biz snorted a laugh as he grabbed his half full glass of water from the table, fixing the straw between his lips before sipping it.

Remi felt miles away even if he only sat a few feet from the group.

The wolf had been scrounging around the bus earlier that afternoon for a change of clothes while Levi was out running a last minute errand, and stumbled upon a black plastic bag that was tied up and stuffed in the back reaches of their shared closet. In his hurry to find something usable, all common sense was thrown to the wind and his sharp nails made quick work of the plastic, tearing a large hole into the side and allowing a light blue sweater to lazily spill out onto the floor. Without finding any other options thus far, the desperate wolf peeled the sweater from the bag, and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply through his nose for a sniff test. Instantly, the large man’s bright green eyes began to water, an intense tickle building rapidly throughout his sinuses. “What the—?” The sweater was quickly removed from his face, and suddenly the soft black and grey hairs that littered the fabric where his face once was pressed caught his attention. Too late now.

“H’TSCHH!! HIHH’ITSCHH’IEWW!” Remi sneezed openly, spraying the sweater he held out in front of him. With a suddenly wet sniffle, the wolf grumbled obscenities under his breath, throwing the sweater deep into the closet again. Although that did nothing for the ever present tickle that now made itself home in the back of his nose. “Hhh..” His breath hitched, allergic tears threatening to spill over his eyelids already from the intensity. Waving one large hand in front of his face, his features remained twisted in pure helplessness as he tried to coax out the release he was denied. A few moments pass, and the stubborn itch retreated back into his nose, leaving the wolf painfully congested and desperate for the onslaught to subside. With the knuckle of his index finger pressed under his nose, Remi quickly made his way into the bathroom, where he fumbled to open the medicine cabinet on the wall, the mirror hitting the paint behind it as it flung open. As his thin fingers combed through the various bottles of god knows what they had in the cabinet, the burning within his nose made itself known yet again, despite his knuckle pressed against his septum. Remi never was any good at holding them back..

“H’IITSSCHHH’IIEW!! IH’TTSCHH! —TSCHH!” Each itchy sneeze continued to get messier, until his hand was soaked in small droplets, his eyes watering so badly he could barely see. With a quick swipe, he tore off a small amount of the toilet paper that hung up on the wall beside him, and blew his uncooperative nose into it with a thick gurgle. Thankfully, it was enough to repel the intense quivering of his nostrils enough to be able to locate the familiar white and pink bottle of Benadryl that was tucked in the corner of the cabinet.

“There you are, you little shit..” Remi grumbled, fishing two pink pills from the bottle and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them with ease with just the saliva in his mouth. As the pills slid down his throat, his now bloodshot eyes flew open, realizing his terrible mistake. “Welp, I hope I bake it till the edd of didder with Biz add the girls before passigg out..” The wolf muttered to himself, his voice thick with congestion, replacing the cap on the bottle of Benadryl and sniffling wetly.

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“Yeah, of course I’m making him have a party this year! The man is horrible about his birthday and hasn’t even let me celebrate for the past 3 years!” Levi playfully put his hands on his hips as he spoke, an excited grin plastered on his freckled cheeks. He had been planning things to do for Remi’s birthday party for weeks; since Remi gave him the ‘shrug of approval’ after intense pleading on Levi’s part. When the man was asleep, he planned to decorate the bus they lived in to surprise him, and he had the recipe perfected for an amazing cake he just knew Remi would absolutely love. The gang was to come over to party and celebrate with them until the next morning, to which they were all going to head over to Remi’s favorite diner to have breakfast. It was a typical Levi plan, which is the only reason the grumpy wolf agreed to the idea.

Still propped up on the table on one elbow, the large man smiled back at the leopard, a breathy chuckle leaving him in response to the very true accusation. As he opened his mouth to explain himself to Biz’s and the girl’s shocked gaze, the familiar tickle in his nose that he knew so well caught him off guard, causing the wolf to gasp slightly before scrubbing at his twitchy nostrils with his knuckles.

“Hey, you good?” Biz’s concern for his brother in law was apparent in his tone, his violet eyes searching Remi’s exhausted, run down features. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

Remi shook his head quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him in defense as his other hand rubbed deep, full circles against his nose, trying desperately to kill the distracting itch. “No, no, definitely not.. I Hahh-..” The tickle in the wolf’s nose only seemed to get more intense the more he tried to make it go away, causing his breath to catch but not enough to be productive, leaving his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering helplessly. After a moment of suspense and nothing to show for it, he slumped back into the wooden chair with a frustrated sigh.

“No way, by allergies are actigg up.” Remi finally finished, trying to ignore the concerned look his boyfriend was giving him from down the booth. “I accidedtally foudd Levi’s jacket he wears after shiftigg earlier.. I swear its really just allergies. I’b fide,” The wolf’s voice was thick with congestion but he was able to give the others a rather convincing smile, despite how tight his face felt already from the building pressure behind his eyes. One thin hand suddenly came to rest on the wolf’s knee, and Levi scooted in towards his boyfriend, rubbing tenderly in reassurance.

Levi already knew. Remi might have been able to convince himself that he wasn’t going to be out of commission tomorrow, but the feline knew his mate better than anyone else. But then again, who was he to give him a reality check?

With a wet snort, Remi’s gaze was adverted to the floor beside him, a soft blush dusting his already reddened cheeks from the amount of eyes on him. By this time, Meeko and Connie who were still sitting as close as possible to each other with their fingers still interlocked were even focused on him, his younger sister’s lime green eyes laced with worry.

“Rem, are you sure? You just look really tired..” The pitiful tone of the girl’s voice made him grit his teeth tightly, and when Biziil clapped one of his own pale hands against Remi’s shoulder empathetically, the wolf flew up from the table, his heavy wooden chair squeaking loudly as it was forced back. The group suddenly became silent to watch the volatile man, unsure what to expect from the sudden outburst.

“Excuse be..” Remi grumbled, his voice hitching on the last word almost silently, but it definitely caught the attention of his boyfriend.

Without another word, he excused himself from the table, quickly darting for the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. His nostrils flared helplessly under the single knuckle he scrubbed desperately against them, bright toxic green orbs quickly filling with tears as he tried to hold back the tickle that tried so desperately to escape.

Not here.. not in front of so many people.. the wolf thought to himself in a panic.

His long legs carried him quickly through both of the crowded dining rooms, around booths and tables full of people who gave him a judgmental glare as he slid past them, and finally into the hallway that would obscure him from watchful eyes that led directly to both bathrooms before the buzzing of his nose finally won out.

“H-h’ngkt’ischhh!! HhH’Nght’tschh!” Remi half stifled into his elbow before once again scrubbing at his itchy nose, the release having done nothing to relieve the tickle that burned within his sinuses. “Nnnng..” he groaned after exhaling slowly, his head swiftly filling up with more congestion. Suddenly, the wolf had a hand at his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before the familiar body of his mate was wrapped around his waist from behind, causing him to jump in response before relaxing into him. Remi wasn’t usually startled whenever healthy, however the somehow both stuffed and runny nose he currently had definitely blocked his ability to smell anyone approaching him, thus making him an easy target.

“You okay back here, my love?” Levi’s sweet voice was like music to the wolf’s stuffed ears, and the anxiety melted from his rugged features. The cat’s thin arms rubbed at his mate’s chest tenderly, a freckled cheek pressed against the man’s warm back. With a telling liquidy snuffle, Remi swiped at his streaming nose with the sleeve of his suit, a wet trail joining the rest that already stained the fabric there.

“Yeah, I just dod’t wadt to be babied by by sister add her boyfriedd because by allergies are actigg up..” The large man grumbled thickly, his pride obviously hurt by the interaction.

Levi couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at how someone of Remi’s size could have such a LARGE ego, but he only tightened his tender grasp on the wolf’s frame when he felt the familiar swell of his chest.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!! iht’tsschieww!” The large man pitched forward sharply with each sneeze, his eyes streaming against the single index finger he had pressed against his septum. Thankfully his last fit seemed to keep the irritating tickle at bay, climbing back up into his overcrowded sinuses, and leaving him slightly dazed. Purring softly behind him, Levi fished in his own pocket for the tissues he always carried for just occasions like this, and once his thin fingers slid past the plastic that wrapped them, he stuffed the personal pack of tissues into the wolf’s slightly clammy hands. The older man tossed him a defeated look of gratitude, before pulling out a tissue from the top and loudly blowing his nose into it.

“Cmon baby, let’s go home. Biz already picked up the tab for us for your birthday, and he and the girls said they’d be over tomorrow for your party.” Levi cooed, still wrapped around Remi’s waist from behind.

Remi let out a raspy sigh. He would never admit it, but he did kinda feel like shit.. The constant buzzing in his nose just seemed to get more and more aggressive as time went on, and he was starting to get a very raw feeling down his throat that made him a little uneasy.

Shaking his head quickly to dismiss any other thoughts, the raven haired man snuffled through his full nostrils, and finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go home..”

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“Okay Mr. Birthday Boy! I know it’s not your birthday quite yet, but you get to pick the movie we watch before bed, okay?” Levi chimed happily as the two men pushed their way through the door of their fully converted school bus RV. The leopard was cheery as always, prancing up the stairs into the living room with his butt swaying back and forth with excitement. Remi, however, came trudging up slowly behind him, trying to hide the pure exhaustion that coated his features. He flashed a tired smirk in the leopards direction, already peeling the jacket to his suit off of his muscular frame and tossing it lazily to the side.

“I feel like you already know what I’m going to pick though..” he chuckled in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly to avoid the cough that caught in his chest as he spoke. Remi was notorious for always picking the same movie; his one guilty pleasure comfort that Levi was the only one besides his sister, Meeko, that knew about.

“Rem, come onnnn…” Levi whined to his mate playfully, removing his own suit jacket and folding it neatly over his arm, unlike the large man in front of him. “That can’t seriously be the only movie you ever want to watch..” The leopard gave Remi a quick shake of his head to show his shame, the white strands of his hair falling messily across his freckled forehead.

By this time, the wolf had managed to completely strip out of his fitting smoke grey suit down to just his boxers, the sudden quick bobs of his head as he changed causing his already noticeably red nostrils to leak profusely.

“Uh, Hey, who’s birthday is it agaid? Whed it’s your birthday you get to pick the bovie…“ Remi smirked again while helplessly dabbing at the already raw, chapped skin around his nostrils with a tissue he had retrieved from his suit, which brought a sarcastic eye roll from Levi, but was followed a smile. With another thick snort and a grumble under his breath at the ever present congestion that filled his already rather empty head, Remi managed to retrieve a deep crimson button up sweater from the back of the couch beside him and lazily drape it over his lanky frame.

Levi had already thrown on some teal silk sweatpants and a tee shirt in place of his once formal attire, and was sifting through their surprisingly large collection of movies with thin fingers, his butt wiggling in the air behind him. When the cat managed to find the movie he was looking for, he clicked his tongue loudly before swiping it from its place and thrusting it in the air above his head with a huge grin.

“Found it!” The feline giggled happily, bouncing back over to their shared bed that was blanketed in stuffies, with Remi already making himself comfortable in his usual spot with the small pack of tissues clutched tightly in one hand.

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the adorable picture Remi made among all of the brightly colored plushies, the wolf’s red cheeks and nose giving him a more animated appearance despite his constantly streaming eyes and mouth that hung slightly ajar as he struggled to breathe through the congestion. The cat’s ivory hands popped open the disk case, and carefully took out the DVD by the edges, before sliding it into the DVD player on their tv that hung on the wall of the bus. After a few seconds, the black screen faded to the title screen.

“The Princess Bride” the screen said in large letters, the familiar music causing a smile to tug at the corners of Remi’s mouth. Once the movie began to play, Levi scurried quickly back to the large bed, diving under the blankets and wrapping himself in the wolf’s strong arms, sighing in contentment when the older man pulled him tightly to his chest.

Remi could recite every line of The Princess Bride, and against the leopard’s wishes, usually did so under his breath throughout the whole movie, bright green orbs locked on the TV. However, this time was a bit different..

The words Levi had got accustomed to having breathed directly into his ear were scarce and far between this time, every few moments punctuated by an unproductive snuffle that seemed to get more and more frustrated as they went on. As they neared introducing Remi’s favorite character which usually drew a large reaction from the wolf, the buzzing that had finally subsided within his dampened nostrils roared to the front of his sinuses before he had a chance to catch it.

“h’dzzshh’uu! —’tschuu!!” Remi sneezed openly to the side, the air suddenly misted with hundreds of small droplets that cascaded down on the bed, although Levi’s exposed arm got the brunt of it. Before the feline could even turn his head to address his mate, the wolf’s sensitive nose exploded into another itchy fit.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!’iuh! hih— Ht’tssch’iew!! Sdnff—!”

Without another word to Levi, his freckled fingers quickly drew a handful of tissues from the box they kept on their nightstand, and he attempted to thrust them into the wolf’s trembling hands, but the other’s face was still twisted up desperately as the burning inside his poor nose only seemed to increase.

“I’b hih—! not d-donee!” Remi hitched helplessly, his huge chest hiking up and up as his wet nostrils flared, only a small sliver of glowing green iris visible under the pools of tears that poured over his eyelids.

Thinking quickly, Levi cupped one hand around the back of Remi’s head, and the other hand full of tissues pressed firmly around the wolf’s raw nose, his thumb and index finger on each side and pressing in on his quivering nostrils just in time.

“hH’kngt! Gnxxxt’iew!! HAh—! HIH’IITSCH’IEW!” The last sneeze tore through the wolf’s throat at an unexpected volume, even making Remi grimace before sniffling a few times, taking the wad of tissues from the felines hands and fully blowing his nose into them with a liquidy gurgle. Trying to rid his sinuses of the pressure that continuously got more intense with each unsuccessful sniffle, Remi rubbed quick circles into his dampened nostrils, a soft clicking noise could be heard from inside his nose as he rubbed.

“Nnnnh, sorry babe..” Remi apologized gently to the cat who still sat perched on the bed in front of him, concern filling Levi’s ocean blue eyes as the older man ducked into his shoulder, a short fit of ticklish coughs capturing all his attention now.

“Remi..” the cat’s voice was gentle as he rolled over to now have his dainty frame wrapped around the wolf’s huge one, his fingers combing through Remi’s jet black hair in reassurance.

It only took a few moments for the rhythmic motions of his mates fingers up and down his scalp to suddenly put the large man to sleep, and before long, the thick snores from the wolf’s stuffed nose filled the bus as he slept. With a small frown, the leopard got comfortable next to the older man, his limbs draped completely over Remi as they always were when they slept.

Levi placed a tender kiss in the middle of the the wolf’s sweaty back, his lips ghosting across the dampened skin as he whispered.

“Twenty nine, huh? You’d almost think you were celebrating your birthday as One Year Sicker, and not one year older every year..”

The cat chuckled near silently to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep around the snoring wolf.

[aller-geez]

Alright so this fic definitely didn’t take me an entire month to write a little more than 4k words…….. hopefully it’s good, if it’s not……………. I’m very sorry 😂😂😂 I maybe got a lil indulgent with Remi’s cat allergies….. 😚 I know it’s Christmas Eve and I should have written a Christmas Fic, but here we are 🙃

You’ve Cat To Be Kitten Me Right Meow…

“God damn, I haven’t had food like that in a minute,” Remi grunted happily from the behind the wheel of his truck as he drove the two home from one of Remi’s favorite restaurants, tossing a satisfied smirk to the smaller male that sat beside him with an equally content grin.

“Definitely a good choice! I’m stuffed.” Levi giggled, rubbing his stomach gently with both hands and relaxing back into the large passenger seat. His blue eyes scanned the dark road in front of their vehicle as Remi drove, the scenery still unfamiliar as they both tried to get used to the new house they had just moved into.

The wolf slowly opened his mouth to release a deafening yawn that even vibrated the rear view mirror, followed by a breathy chuckle.

“Stuffed and ready for bed.” Remi agreed, his toxic green eyes locked on the poorly lit pavement.

“In 500 feet, turn left on Springer Street,” his gps’ voice chimed loudly, making them both cringe a little at the volume. Silently, he slowed the vehicle down and turned down another slightly unfamiliar road that brought them just a little closer to their home, and therefore, their bed.

“You aren’t going to pass out as soon as we get home, are you?” The feline crossed his thin freckled arms over his chest, his bottom lip jutting out slightly with a disappointed pout.

The wolf gasped dramatically, an incredulous expression taking over his features at such accusations, before twisting into his trademark smirk. “No promises, but I guess I’ll try to stay up for a little bit.” The light from his irises momentarily decorated Levi’s face in the dark cab before he returned his gaze to the road.

Admittedly slightly annoyed, the leopard shook his head, pointing his knees towards the door and forcing his focus to the near pitch black surroundings that flew by the trucks window, the road framed by trees that seemed to whisper secrets through their rustling leaves. The two remained silent, although after a few seconds, an object in the distance caught Levi’s attention. He had much better night vision than Remi due to obvious reasons, but due to their speed, it was still only a few seconds of observation he was allowed before it finally came into view.

At first glance, it looked like an average, run of the mill cardboard box that had been soaked by the unforgiving elements, laying haphazardly on the side of the road. But as the truck began to get closer, the cat was able to slightly make out some sort of movement that wasn’t simply buffeting by the wind.

“What the hell is that?” Levi squinted as he sat up straighter in his seat, peering out the expansive windshield to try and get a better look.

Confused, the canine raised an eyebrow, brushing off his mate’s curiosity. “It looks like a cardboard box..”

The leopard furrowed his eyebrows in frustration at the other’s nonchalance, but continued to study the fast approaching box.

Suddenly, a small kitten stumbled from the cardboard refuge, clearly shivering and covered in mud and other debris, and began to wobble into the road in front of them. Levi couldn’t hold back the shocked gasp that made him shoot up from his seat.

“REMI! STOP!!” He shrieked, clapping one of his hands over his mouth with a horrified expression as the truck came barreling down the road, headed right for the helpless creature.

Startled by the sudden outburst, Remi slammed his foot on the brake with all of his strength, causing the truck to fishtail slightly on the otherwise empty road and begin to slide diagonally. After what felt like a lifetime, he was finally able to regain control of the vehicle and it lurched to a complete stop.

“Levi! What the fuck!?” Remi growled deeply as his heart still thumped wildly in his throat, his breathing loud and jagged from fear. However, the feline ignored his panicked questions, and as soon as the truck stopped moving he threw the door open and leapt from his seat, slamming the heavy truck door behind him.

“Hey!” The wolf shouted in frustration after him.

Once on the pavement, Levi quickly scooped up the equally as traumatized kitten from only a few feet in front of their vehicle, and the animal began to mewl frantically as it tried to bury itself in the leopard’s warm neck.

“You could have been killed little one! You have to stay out of the road! You’re lucky my mate has good reflexes or you’d be smooshed on the street!” He cried, kissing the top of its head before holding it out in front of him to give the creature a good look. “Are you all alone out here?”

With all of the commotion, the box that the kitten had wobbled from began to shuffle again, and suddenly two more tiny kittens that were more mud than fur scrambled from the shadows and made a bee line towards Levi ankles.

“Oh my god, you poor babies!” The cat whimpered as he scooped up the other two kittens with the first and cradled them in his arms. His heart melted at the sight of them, so fragile and vulnerable. There was no question that the loving and empathetic leopard wasn’t going to be able to just leave such innocent, defenseless creatures out here to die. But he had to clench his teeth tightly as he tried to prepare for Remi’s reaction, as he KNEW his mate would definitely have some choice words.

With a determined breath, Levi finally made his way back to the vehicle and the already fuming wolf inside, and carefully popped the door open.

“Oh hell no..” Remi snarled before the other was even able to slide into his seat.

“I can’t just leave them here Rem, you know that…”

“I definitely can. They aren’t my problem.”

Levi shot a glare at his mate, his icy blue eyes like daggers. “No, Remington. You absolutely don’t get to be an asshole this time. They’re coming home with us tonight, and tomorrow morning I’ll find a rescue for them to go to. But they will not become stains on the road if I have any say in it!” Levi hissed, his words pointed and seemly laced with venom; something that was only used against Remi if he was really serious.

“What the fuck ever..” the wolf reluctantly admitted defeat, cursing under his breath and not make eye contact with the white haired man as he slid into his previous seat, cooing and reassuring the kittens that mewled loudly in his lap.

When the truck’s door slammed forcefully after the leopard, Remi snorted, however his nose already began to prickle. The canine tried to ignore it, quickly flicking off the rhythmic clicking of the hazard lights and slamming the gearshift into Drive. The truck’s tires crunched against the gravel that decorated the wide shoulder that the vehicle had partly slid into. In record time, his emerald eyes began to well up with tears as the tickle within his nose grew substantially, and soon his breath began to catch. The wolf tried desperately to scrub at his overly sensitive nostrils, and the pace of his driving suddenly decreased in order to account for his blurry vision. God, he fucking hated cats. “Hhh—“

Levi definitely noticed Remi’s behavior, and silently fought with the guilt that came from forcing the man he loved to endure being miserable on his account. “I promise,” he squeaked out, “it’ll just be tonight, and I’ll find somewhere for them in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah. W-what— whateve—HHhh! Hiihhh—!! Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh! Hahh— hhh’ISCHih!“ Remi sneezed in rapid succession, the air between them decorated in a fine mist that lingered for a second before dispersing. With a thick sniffle, the wolf drug the back of his wrist against his septum, wiping at his already leaking nose before sighing loudly and quickly looking back up at the road.

“In 500 feet, turn right onto Brookstone Way, and you will arrive at your destination,” the monotonous, robotic voice spoke clearly through his phone.

“Thadnk fuck.” Remi rumbled in annoyance as he slowed down to take the turn, although he was quickly cut short by another onslaught that snapped his eyes closed again. “hdt’ishhhh! Hihh’ISSHh! ihH’ktdSHhh!!! FUCK!” He hissed, barely able to correct the truck in time to turn onto their street.

Gripping the handle on the inside of the door to brace himself, Levi tried to keep his cool while their large vehicle fumbled down the road, but his anxiety was starting to get the better of him. He clasped his bottom lip between two rows of teeth as he glanced at his mate nervously. Just as he was about to intervene, the silhouette of their home began to materialize a short ways in front of them. After a few short moments, the truck’s tires came to a stop on the smooth pavement of their driveway and Levi felt finally able to fully exhale.

With a small, sheepish smile, Levi reached out to run one of his hands tenderly over the irate wolf’s forearm. “Thanks for dinner and driving home, Rem, I really—“

“No problebm.” Remi grumbled quickly, cutting him off as he stuffed the keys into his pocket and threw the trucks door open, angrily exiting the cab and slamming it intentionally behind him as he continued to grumble obscenities under his breath.

The leopard was left in his seat, stunned and speechless as he watched his mate fume up the few stairs to the porch, and jam the key into the front door to unlock it, only to be stopped in his tracks by another fit. This time, the sneezes were more harsh and louder than usual, forcing him to double over towards the bricks below his feet.

“hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! Jesus fuck why did it have to be CATS!?”

Remi’s following frustrated sigh and slamming of their front door must have been loud enough to hear from the next block over, making Levi shrink into his seat, his grip tightening slightly around the kittens who were sleeping silently on his lap. The leopard honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his mate so angry at him. Sighing quietly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and shuffled the kittens in his grasp to press gentle kisses against their foreheads, one by one.

“Don’t worry about the big bad wolf, you guys. I’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable tonight. No more sleeping in the mud and cold~” he reassured the felines with a nervous smile, finally exiting the vehicle and making his way towards the front door with the kittens pressed tightly to his chest to keep them warm.

Slowly as to not make too much noise, the leopard turned the door handle and pulled it towards him to open their heavy door just enough to slip through and gently close it behind him.

Once inside, he could still hear Remi’s deep voice grumbling loudly to himself as he stomped through the house, clearly slamming every door possible as he went. Levi frowned at the childishness of his mate, slinking back into the spare bedroom they had near the back of the house. Once inside, he sat all three kittens gently onto the hardwood floor, and they took no time in stumbling over each other to explore the new space they were in.

The leopard grinned, chuckling softly to himself at such a simple existence. “Okay babies, you guys stay here and I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get you guys everything you’ll need for the night so you don’t even have to worry!” He reassured the kittens who paid him no mind, continuing to pad around the room curiously. Shaking his head and laughing to himself again, he quickly closed the bedroom door behind him and began racing through the house to collect items to use. In his excitement, he didn’t even hear Remi aggressively rip the back door open and go outside for a cigarette on their porch.

Quietly slipping into their shared office, Levi emptied out a plastic tub by tossing the contents on the top of the desk in the corner, and filled it with paper shavings that he fished out of their shredder. See? He knew making Remi buy a shredder would pay off eventually.

Next, he made his way into the kitchen, pulling a few small bowls from the cabinets.

He had almost completely forgotten about Remi’s temper tantrum until their back door slid open, and the wolf loudly made his entrance back into the house, the blinds clattering together as his large body forced its way through. He roughly closed it behind him, and stood just within the doorway, now shirtless with the same slacks he had worn to dinner still perched on his hips. He gripped a bottle of beer that was nearly empty in one of his large hands, and a pack of Camel wides in the other.

Levi managed a glance up to his mate from the dishes he had in his freckled hands. Remi bright green irises no longer glowed as brightly as they had in the car, and they were framed with bloodshot scleras, as well as a slight puffiness to the flesh around them. His nose had a similar pink hue to it, and his jaw hung open just slightly as he was forced to mouth breathe.

He seemed worse for wear, but no longer in a blind rage, which made Levi exhale a sigh of relief. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder when the wolf stood silently for a second, clearly fighting with himself over something. The feline tilted his head in confusion, but just as he was going to open his mouth to ask, Remi’s once stern expression twisted into something else.

His eyebrows shot up just as his reddened nostrils began to twitch, while his lower jaw fell even more slacked than it had earlier. Easily recognizing the expression, the leopard internally braced himself.

Remi’s chest quickly hiked up three times, and any thought that he was previously fighting with seemed to completely leave his mind as the feeling overwhelmed him, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“hdt’ishhhh! Hihh’ISSHh! ihH’ktdSHhh!!!” The wolf’s torso snapped downward towards the floor as every muscle in his abdomen tightened simultaneously, his eyes squeezing shut and saliva misting the floor below him. Immediately after he had managed to regain control of his body, a frustrated growl rumbled from his throat.

“Fuck it, dnevermbind. It doesdnt fuckigg bmatter.” He snarled, running a wrist under his septum and leaving a wet trail against his forearm. He still didn’t make eye contact with Levi as he crossed the kitchen in three strides, storming off into their shared bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

“Oh—kay?” The leopard mumbled to himself under his breath before turning the faucet on and filling one of the bowls he had pulled out. Once it was filled with water, he carefully set it down on the counter, and turned on his heels to rifle through their fridge for anything he could offer the kittens. After a second, he finally settled on a bit of left over chicken that he had baked just the night before and began shredding it into tiny pieces that were distributed among the remaining three bowls.

Once he had finished, Levi clapped his hands together with pride, congratulating himself internally before scooping them up and lining them up carefully on top of the paper shavings within the tub he had prepared. With the tub in one hand, and the bowl of water held firmly in the other, the cat slowly made his way down the hallway again and into the spare bedroom.

All three kittens came running from different corners of the room, mewling happily at the leopard’s return and snaking between his legs.

“Awh, babies!” Levi cooed happily between giggles. “I have things for you!”

Gently slipping between the happy felines, he set the tub on the bed and the bowl of water on the floor in the corner behind him. The kittens all followed his hands, and after a second, all three began to lap loudly in unison at the water they were given.

The leopard giggled again, shaking his head. “If some simple water makes you guys that happy, you’re gonna flip over this!”

With expert dexterity, he maneuvered all three bowls of chicken out of the tub, and spread them out in front of the kittens. They didn’t even need any coaxing to leave the large bowl of water and scramble towards their meals, quickly burying their muzzles into what must have been their first real food in days. After a few seconds, the only sounds that echoed in the quiet room were the furious smacking of the kittens lips, and the almost roar of their combined elated purrs.

Levi watched in wondrous fascination as the three kittens tucked into their meal with fervor, their little pink tongues flicking in and out of their mouths in rapid succession, pulling chunks of chicken into their mouths and chewing eagerly. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of their contentment, his heart melting at the joy on their little faces as they savored the taste of real food for the first time in who knows how long. The aroma of cooked chicken filled the room small bedroom, mixing with the faint scent of cinnamon essential oils from Levi's earlier cleaning efforts, creating a heady blend that made his stomach growl softly.

As they finished up, one by one, each kitten curled up around its bowl, licking any remaining juices and looking up at him with trusting eyes. They were so tiny and helpless…

How could Remi really expect him to just leave them there on the side of the road? The thought in itself made the leopard shutter with disgust.

Levi settled into the corner of the bed, smiling fondly at the adorable kittens as they finished up their meal. He carefully picked up the first one and held it close to his chest, its long whiskers and soft fur tickling his chin.

"You guys are just so precious," he whispered, gently stroking the tiny creature's head. "I can't believe anybody could ever abandon you." He watched as they all began to drift off to sleep, every now and then twitching their little whiskers in their dreams.

As the leopard watched them snooze, his icy blue eyes began to grow heavy too. His mind wandered back to the gruff yet gentle figure of his mate, wondering what could have made him act so coldly earlier.

After a few moments, Levi found himself softly singing a lullaby under his breath; one he hadn't sung in years. It was one his mother used to sing to him when he was their age, and it seemed fitting now. The kittens curled tighter into their respective corners of the guest bed as they fell asleep, exhausted from their meal and from the newfound safety they'd found. They were so small and defenseless that it warmed his heart just watching them sleep.

Just as he absentmindedly let his own vision glaze over while watching over his defenseless house guests, the fattest of the three kittens opened its small, green eyes and stood up slowly before toddling towards the leopard. Levi chuckled breathily, scooping the kitten up in his arms and pressing a kiss to its forehead.

“What’s wrong? Did you just need a cuddle buddy? Don’t worry, you’re safe here with me~” he reassured the small feline, stroking the soft fur between its ears, to which a loud, happy purr suddenly echoed through the otherwise quiet guest room. Leaning back against the headboard, his thoughts began to race around in his head. Even with such healing sounds vibrating against him from all angles, Levi he couldn’t help but think of his mate, and how much he wanted to be buried under the blankets with him right now.

He knew Remi was an ass sometimes, there was no denying that, but Levi knew that deep down he had a good heart. He just kept it hidden most of the time. Most people didn’t get to see the fun, loving, and compassionate Remington that he got to see, so the fact that his actions had caused the wolf to explode like he did really dug at him..

Plus, it’s not like Levi made a habit of picking up strays and bringing them home.. But these little nuggets were different; they needed him. At least for tonight. Then tomorrow, he knew Meeko and Connie could point him in the right direction to find a shelter to take them to. One that would ensure they found the best homes with the most amazing people to spend their life with.

With a saddened sigh, Levi slowly peeled the comforter out from under him, tucking his feet into the warmth of its folds very quietly as to not disturb the sleeping kittens scattered around him. The kitten that had made it a point to come keep him company still purred loudly, kneeling its tiny paws into the blanket around them.

As if the kitten could understand him, Levi smiled brightly, before continuing his thought out loud.

“You know, I bet if he wasn’t allergic to you, Remi would really like you guys.” The leopard stated matter of factly with an equally sure nod. “He might be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met once you get him to lower his walls..” Levi’s soft voice took on a sad undertone as he continued to pet the kitten between its ears. It felt wrong to him to be sleeping in the guest room while his mate was probably already asleep in their bed down the hall.

Suddenly, from behind the closed door of the spare room, Levi’s sharp ears caught what sounded like a quick gasp, which was instantly followed by an almost strangled, “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Huh'GDTS'ue!” And then silence again.

Was that… Remi?

Levi stopped for another second to listen again, and when he was only met with silence, he nimbly leapt from the depths of the comforter around him, and within seconds was already at the bedroom door, flinging it open.

Sitting on the floor on the other side of the bedroom door, Remi sucked in a surprised gasp when he was suddenly face to face with his mate who stood in the doorway with a hand on his hip and a small smirk.

The leopard clicked his tongue a few times, shaking his head. “Remington Connors! Were you spying on us?” Levi couldn’t help but giggle softly as the wolf stumbled over his words trying to defend himself even if he was just caught red handed.

“I- uh—.. I was just.. uhm…” Remi tried, but Levi simply shook his head again with a full laugh this time.

“You should maybe learn to stifle all the way if you’re going to try and be stealthy..” Levi could barely get his full sentence out between his laughter, which only made the corners of Remi’s mouth tug upward into his trademark smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, get your laughs in.” The wolf replied with a chuckle as he slowly made it to his feet next to his mate. Once in a little more light, Levi could easily see that while his emerald irises were still framed with red, bloodshot sclera, they were no longer swollen like they had been, and his consonants no longer sounded rounded out by the congestion packed into his sinuses. Plus, the rage that nearly bubbled out of him earlier was no where to be seen, which made the leopard inwardly sigh with relief.

“You sound a lot better..” Levi offered, reaching out one of his small freckled hands to card it through the other’s thick, raven strands of hair, but the wolf expertly ducked out of the way before he could make contact, which made the leopard visibly pout a little.

Sniffling softly and dragging his nose against his wrist for a brief moment, Remi smirked, although it was much softer this time. “I took a couple allergy meds.. but they aren’t magic, and you have dander all over your hands..” the canine explained as Levi pulled his hand back with an understanding nod of his head.

“I uh.. I couldn’t go to sleep without apologizing to you for my behavior tonight..” Remi stated sheepishly, palming the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that, especially if your actions were saving lives, and I’m truely sorry.” The wolf’s toxic green eyes drifted up to meet Levi’s, an honest expression written all over his features.

The leopard couldn’t help but melt into a puddle on the floor.

His mate was notorious for making apologies like pulling teeth.. Yet, he offered this up so candidly and without trying to justify his actions. He knew he fucked up, and that meant a lot to him.

Levi smiled brightly, and without thinking, threw his thin arms around Remi’s neck with a delighted squeal. “Thank you for apologizing, Rem, it really makes me so happy that you aren’t upset with me. I forgive you, my love~” The leopard beamed, covering his mate’s cheek with kisses.

Remi didn’t even have a chance to protest before his already raw nose twitched to life again, and almost instantly his large chest began to swell as his breath snagged within his throat.

“L-Levi.. I- ihh- ih’TTSSHH! hih’IIISSHHHuue! heh’ITTSHH’IEW!!” The wolf sneezed harshly against his mate’s shoulder, grimacing outwardly at the raw, itchy feeling in his throat and nose again.

Suddenly aware of his actions, Levi quickly released his grasp around his mate’s neck.

“Fuck, Rem, I’m so sorry!” He whimpered, covering his mouth with both hands as if to hide the surprised expression on his face.

After a few seconds of clarity, Remi attempted a forceful sniff, only to find his nose had become completely clogged again. Despite the sigh that escaped him, his mouth was still pulled up into a small smirk.

“It’s fine, Pesi. I’m going to go take a shower and probably head to bed, but tomorrow I’ll help you call around to find somewhere safe for the kittens, okay? Just get all your snuggles in with them tonight, cause tomorrow, I’ll be taking them back.” With a rather congested chuckle, Remi tousled the leopard’s white faux hawk before sauntering back down the hallway towards their bedroom.

Although before he could even shut their door behind him, one final “hh'IETSH’UE!” rumbled down the hallway, making Levi outwardly laugh a full, genuine laugh.

“This guy has cat to be kitten me right meow…”

Thanks so much for reading 😚😚

As always, @thekinkyleopard owns Levi 💚

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A Blooming Bromance

A platonic Remi x Rexar sickfic 🖤

Content warning: talk and description of marijuana use.

@thekinkyleopard as always, owns Levi 🖤

GUYS IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME TWO ENTIRE MONTHS TO WRITE THIS FIC I TEASED BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT? 😭😭

So without further ado, Please enjoy some cute platonic snzy friendship between Rexar and our fav grumpy wolf boy 🥰🥰

It was the last day of their seven day cruise to Mexico and Remi had begun to feel himself dragging his tired feet behind an excited Levi who ran hand in hand with Kriia through the stalls and various shops scattered throughout each stop, while he followed behind at a much slower pace and made small talk with Rex. He only knew surface level things about the guy, and combined with his extremely laid back attitude, it made mind numbing chatter a little less mind numbing.

However, the day prior, the wolf had started to feel a little run down while on the groups normal outings. His throat felt a little scratchy, all of his muscles felt a little sore, and that all too familiar feeling of congestion began to set in behind his eyes. He begged his body inwardly to hold out for just one more day, and they could finally get back to their own bed and he could rest— but when he woke up the following day, he realized that his prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

“Babyyyyyyyy~ Wake up! It’s finally the day we get to go to the tide pools!” Levi chirped in his usually upbeat tone, bouncing his small frame off of his mate while he remained balled up under the mess of blankets that sprawled across their bed.

Remi muffled a groan into his pillow before a pair of dull green eyes were peeled open and a soft, unproductive cough escaped his already raw throat. “Hhm?”

As if a premonition to what was to come, the raven haired man was suddenly forced to a sitting position as a string of harsh sneezes tore through him. “hh'IETSH’UE! H'ihhSHHhhiew! Hh'IISHH!”

Levi blinked for a second, before his optimistic expression was quickly replaced by one of disappointment. “Bless you baby.” The feline frowned. He had been looking forward to dragging Remi to the tide pools; it was all that the smaller man could talk about for months and honestly the entire reason he decided to book the cruise for the four of them.

“Oof, you feeling okay?” He asked cautiously with a slight cringe as he sat on the bed next to a rather dazed Remi, even if he already knew the answer to his question. Maybe there was a chance—.

“Ndo.” Remi replied simply, his voice already thick with congestion. Running a sleeve under his nostrils that subtly gleamed with moisture, the wolf tried to snort back the sticky obstruction that lay between his throat and sinuses, although the action only ended in a short fit of ticklish coughs and a deepening to Levi’s concerned expression. “I feel extrebmely shiddy actually..” he grumbled once he was able to catch his breath.

“— but still okay enough to go to the tide pools for our last day on our cruise though, right?” Levi tried once more, this time batting his eyelashes and giving Remi the most pitiful puppy dog eyes he could manage, knowing full well that the large wolf was wrapped around his finger and would do anything the leopard asked, with enough begging of course.

At first, the wolf’s expression became more intense, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead and his eyes narrowing into almost a glare. He hated it when Levi begged him like that. Mostly because of how powerless he was to deny the adorable pout across his mate’s pink lips and dappled cheeks. But within a second, it softened again, without a trace of anger or frustration hiding in his dim green eyes. The wolf let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head softly back and forth.

“You dnow I hate it whend you pull that shit..” Remi shot a side eye to his mate with a small smirk, but his attention was quickly ripped away again as his nostrils flared helplessly, his mouth falling open as his thick eyelashes began to flutter against his cheeks.

“ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! hhh’ISCHIh!! Fuckidn’ A!” The canine growled in frustration, his dim, emerald eyes quickly scanning the area around him for something to blow his nose into. When his gaze met with the black wifebeater tank top he had worn the day before that hung off of the side of the bed, he sighed in frustration, but still swiped it up in his large hands and balled it up to press his reddening nose into it. The productive gurgling sound made them both wince as he soaked through the fabric easily, although it did absolutely nothing to relieve him of the congestion that packed into his sinuses.

After a moment, Remi finally tossed an apologetic glance toward the leopard, but the icey blue eyes of his mate were glued to his phone screen as his thin freckled fingers flew across the keys. Pinching his nose gently in the fabric before tossing it to the floor, the wolf grunted softly in disapproval, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

“Who are you even texting right now?”

Levi looked up quickly, flashing a sheepish grin. “Sorry Rem, just Kriia. She’s trying to tell me they have to cancel today too cause I guess Rex woke up with whatever you have, too.” His freckled fingers continued to fly across the screen as he spoke. The wolf furrowed his brow, not willing to let the smaller male go out alone in a strange place, no matter how shitty he felt. He opened his mouth to admit defeat, but was quickly interrupted.

“— so I told her to bring him here to hang out with you while we go to the tide pools~” the leopard giggled, holding his phone out in front of him to proudly display their conversation.

“…. Ndo you diddt..” Remi gave the other a look of disbelief, snatching the phone from Levi’s ivory fingers and reading the messages. Sure as shit—

The wolf sighed loudly, slumping his shoulders and handing Levi his phone back. “I’bm ndot a fuckigg baby sitterrrr…” Remi nearly whined, throwing his head back dramatically and rubbing his temples.

The leopard scoffed softly at his mate’s theatrics, placing a small hand onto Remi’s head before lacing his fingers into the thick, raven colored strands. “You aren’t baby sitting; Rex is the same age as you, baby. It’s just two guys, hanging out and killing time while you’re both sick. It’ll be fine.” Levi flashed a reassuring smile and placed a chaste kiss against his mate’s dampened forehead.

The sudden knock on their cabin door started both of them, however Kriia’s voice quickly filled the nervous silence.

“Guys! It’s us! Open up~” the elf girl called through the door happily.

Levi smiled brightly, pleased to have someone around with the same level of enthusiasm, and he nearly skipped to the door to greet them. Flinging open the door, the redhead beamed brightly at the leopard. “Hey!” She waved at Levi before her hand disappeared to the blind spot behind the door. “C’mon baby, Remi won’t bite you.” The girl chuckled, flashing an amused grin to Levi as she pulled a maroon lump of blankets into eyesight and into the room. “That’s ndot how everyonde else mbakes it seemb.” Rexar’s scratchy voice was muffled into the huge comforter wrapped around his lanky frame, followed by a breathless chuckle as Kriia hurried him into the room. The pyro sniffed sharply, swiping his dampened nostrils against his already sopping hoodie sleeve, the shade of the raw, chapped appendage nearly matched his crimson fringe that sprawled across his forehead.

Kriia offered her mate an empathetic frown, ghosting her fingertips across Rex’s back as he crossed in front of her to sit at the tiny dining area, but he simply shook his head with an enthusiastic grin.

“Dod’t worry about me, Prindcess.” The canine’s grin somehow managed to grow wider as he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently in his palm. “Go have fudn at the tide pools with Levi, add I’ll be here whend you get back.”

Kriia and Levi beamed back at him, both extremely thankful that at least one of the two men were reasonable. Swiftly the redhead hooked her arm around the cats, not wanting to waste any more time than they already had. “Well, you heard him! C’mon, sweet cheeks!” She winked with a mischievous grin, dragging Levi to the door without giving him another moment to even consider staying back in the room.

“Call me if you guys need anything, kay, Rem? I love you, be good!” The cat shouted as he was removed from the room by his ecstatic friend.

The wolf watched them go rather sadly, although his gaze quickly shifted over to Rexar as the door shut behind them.

Making small talk with the guy while they were forced to follow their mates through the never ending stalls and shops was one thing, but being stuck in a small hotel room for an entire day with him when you feel like you were hit by a truck was a completely different story.

Subconsciously, the wolf raised one eyebrow slowly as he watched Rex get comfortable in his seat, his laptop opened and set out on the table in front of him, along with a pair of seemingly well loved wireless earbuds. The case that housed his earbuds had dark singe marks on the outside, the crimson plastic of the case almost peeling away in some places where it had been melted. With a thick, viscous sniffle, Rexar wiped his streaming nose on the corner of the comforter wrapped around his shoulders this time, leaving a wet trail against the fabric before cracking an apologetic grin to the still silent wolf who sat upright in the bed.

“Sorry, I kndow I’m probably super gross and easily the last persodn you wadda see right dnow, right?” The pyro had less energy than he usually did, his hoarse voice making it difficult to keep up his usual banter as well. He reached into the bag that he brought with him, hidden underneath his large comforter, and pulled out a full box of tissues that were set on top of the table he sat at. “Feel free to help yourself; I know I’ll probably— hh— use this whole—..” Rex’s usual calm, laid back demeanor was suddenly twisted into one of desperation as he hurried to pop open the box, as well as snag a few and tent them over his face in time..

“HIIH’NKXSHH! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” The pyro pitched forward, a handful of tissues crammed over his nose and mouth that smothered the embers that exploded from his face before they could catch fire to anything. “Fuck, Bless mbe, sorry!” Rexar chuckled breathlessly before soaking the handful of tissues with a few deep blows of his nose.

Remi could only furrow his brow self consciously when he made eye contact with the redhead again afterward, though his nerve broke instantly. “Bless you—“ the wolf muttered quietly, words that almost never came out of his mouth except when directed at Levi, making even Rex stop what he was doing and flash Remi another grin, despite how crappy he was currently feeling.

“Thandks! But I would’t hold your breath, you’ll be tired of sayigg that withidn the h—.. hour with hhH—.. how— per—.. h'ieXSHHH! Hxxtschhh! HIH’NKxXSHH! Damnd! See?!” The redhead laughed a little, scrubbing the red, leaking appendage on his face vigorously with his index finger. The smoke that usually flowed freely from Rexar’s nose was no where to be seen except when he sneezed those messy triples, and then suddenly a huge cloud of it burst forth from his momentarily unclogged nostrils along with another shower of embers.

“Krii was telling mbe you get odne of these modnster colds like odnce a modnth? How do you survive themb? I feel like I have mbore ndose goo in mby head thadn braidns..” The canine snuffled weakly with a laugh, dragging yet another tissue from the box and drenching the soft paper with another wet gurgle.

The closing statement from the other the corners of Remi’s mouth turn up into a small smirk. He couldn’t deny the fact that Rex was extremely amusing, as much as he really wanted to dislike the guy, and that was something for the usually ornery and defensive canine.

See? As long as his body continued to cooperate with him and his usual constant string of desperate, exhausting sneezes whenever he came down with something were kept at bay, this sick day with Rex would be a walk in the park.

Remi cleared his throat, the sharp stinging from within making him wince slightly. “Yeah, mby Ibbude systebm is shit.” The wolf responded simply, his words rounded from his own congestion, although at the end of his sentence, he began to feel the tickle from deep within his sinus cavity begin to grow; the one thing he asked his body NOT to do.. Using his index and middle finger knuckles, the canine scrubbed his septum in small circles, hoping to stave off the inevitable. But he already knew it was too late when his huge chest began to hike up a few times as his breath snagged.

“H'ihhSHHhhiew! iit’shHIEW! Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hhh— heh’iTTSHH’iiEW!! Hiihh— ihh- ih’TTSSHH!! Ssnddfffff!!” Remi sneezed harshly into his sleeve and grimaced at how damp it already felt against his skin before his newly focused vision was caught by the pyro, who studied him with tired eyes from across the room for a second. Feeling the full force of the fit against his open palm, the wolf dared not lower his hand even slightly before getting a tissue, although his embarrassment almost immobilized him. A few more seconds pass in silence, and the flush to the wolf’s cheeks only continued to deepen as time went on.

Suddenly, Rexar was overwhelmed by small, breathless chuckles that quickly evolved into full on laughter, although a sharp coughing fit put an end to it quickly. Once able to catch his breath again, the grin across his face was huge but genuine and he was still fighting off short chuckles as he spoke.

“Bless you, Jesus fuck. Yo, you good?!” Rex laughed loudly again.

If this was any other person, Remi’s ego would have definitely taken a hit, thus creating a resentment for the redhead. But somehow, his humor was lighthearted and even the wolf himself couldn’t help but chuckle through his fingers, although the other’s question went unanswered. Sniffling thickly behind his large hand that was still held in front of his face, Remi finally willed his aching body to peel itself out of the damp hotel bed and shuffle to the table where Rexar was sitting.

Without even being asked, the pyro knowingly snagged the quickly dwindling box of tissues from the table in front of him and offered it to the wolf with an innocent grin on his face.

“Here— my bad. Didn’t mean to hog them all!” He chuckled, running his long fingers back through his somewhat knotted white and crimson locks before palming the back of his neck sheepishly.

The wolf was almost stunned for a second, completely thrown off by his guest’s cheerful, helpful attitude despite the circumstances. After a moment, Remi swiped the box from Rexar’s outstretched hand with an almost untrusting glance, yanking a few out to blow his nose again before quickly cleaning himself up of any mess that was forced from his full nose and disposing of the tissues into the trash.

Satisfied for the time being, Remi sighed as he trudged back towards the large couch that sat off to the side of the spacious room, throwing his sore body across the furniture with a slightly pained grunt. He lay there motionless for a few moments, completely absorbed in the comfort of the strange couch. The wolf had no intention of passing out, but his body seemed to have other plans..

Though he would definitely deny it, Remi’s eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier as he sprawled out on couch; his soft, inevitable snuffles as he tried to get air through the wall of congestion in his nose slowly dissolved into a full snore.

It was so easy for the canine to forget his guest, however, the pyro wasn’t too bothered. Besides, there was still 13 songs left on Toad Biscuit’s album to master..

—Though he would be the first to admit that this final, tedious step was his least favorite of the entire process.

With a sharp, thick sniffle, and a glint of determination in his uniquely colored eyes, Rexar pulled up the comforter that hung lazily over his shoulders and again wrapped it more securely around his lanky frame while he adjusted slightly in the chair and his gaze stayed locked onto his computer screen.

After only a few minutes, Rex suddenly froze with a look of horror replacing the calm, laidback expression he had plastered on his face, his gaze quickly flying to Remi’s sleeping body that still lay motionless sprawled on the couch.

‘Fuck, really, nose? You always have impeccable timing..’ the redhead grumbled inwardly, scrubbing his quivering nostrils on the back of his wrist in hopes of avoiding the inevitable.

Surprisingly, his forceful approach seemed to convince the persistent tickle to climb back up into his full sinuses.. but the relief lasted him only a few fleeting moments.

“Hhh—! H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh! Hih— ehhh'NGXX!!” Rexar tried desperately to stifle the ticklish sneezes that forced its way out to avoid disturbing Remi, although the shower of embers scattering across the table top and the pyros laptop were loud enough to subsequently jolt the wolf awake again. The canine’s thick black hair stuck out wildly in every direction as his emerald eyes scanned the room in confusion. When his gaze finally fell on Rexar who was still sitting at the table with his thick comforter pressed tightly to his suddenly flushed face, Remi quickly adverted his eyes to the floor as his cheeks lit up to match the redhead’s.

“Fuck, I’bm sorry, I didd’t mbeand to—“ the two men reply at the exact moment, before breaking to snort a chuckle at the situation.

Desperate to alleviate the new, slightly awkward atmosphere in the room, the wolf cleared his throat with a small grimace.

“Hey, you trynda sbmoke a blunt? I cad throw od sombe mbinddless TV if you wadnt— I’bm sure you’re bored..” Remi offered, shrugging as he slumped back against the couch, his neon green eyes that were much dimmer than usual scanned the pyro’s reaction for any uneasiness. Of course, Rex was nothing but enthusiastic.

“Fuck, yes please, I’m hella dowdn dude. Anythigg but masterigg this damnd album, ond god..” Rex let out a slightly sheepish chuckle as he stood from his seat, stopping to completely secure the comforter around his broad shoulders and snag the box of tissues from the table before making his way to the couch and plopping himself down next to the wolf. “I do gotta wardn you though.. it’s probably godda make me sdneeze.. so.. beware of that.” He laughed as he palmed the back of his neck sheepishly.

By this time, Remi had already fished out his massive grinder, a pack of Irish Cream Dutch Master cigarillos, and baggie of dark purple herb from one of the almost untouched suitcases that was propped up next to the bed. “Do whatever you godda do. Cand you gridd these while I gut this?” The wolf asked offhandedly, holding out the baggie and his grinder for Rex to take.

The pyro grinned again with a nod, taking the items in his own warm hands and removing the top to the grinder and setting both pieces on his lap. The plastic baggie crinkled softly as he pulled open the zipper, and without thinking, Rex plunged his nose into the bag and attempted to inhale deeply, wanting to take in the pleasurable aroma. However, he only was able to nearly snort, the congestion that made his sinuses home refusing to allow air to pass through, and his cheerful expression faded to one of disappointment.

“Fuck, I forgot..” he mumbled, more so to himself than the wolf, and Remi couldn’t help but laugh deeply, shaking his head with his trademark smirk as he pulled a cigar from the plastic pouch and began to split it down one side between his thumbs.

Rex began to remove the buds from the bag, carefully destemming each one as he broke it apart and stuffed the smaller pieces into the teeth of the grinder, and replaced the top. Smashing the top down with one hand, and tightly gripping the bottom with his other, the pyro began to roughly twist the grinder back and forth until he felt no more resistance, and finally held it out again towards Remi with a grin.

By this time, the wolf had split the entire cigar down the side, and emptied the tobacco guts into the trash that sat next to the couch. With a soft, ticklish cough, Remi cleared his throat before nodding his appreciation to the other, and taking it from his freckled hand.

“Thandks. You wadda fidd somethigg to watch while I roll this?” He offered, raising an eyebrow towards the tv remote that sat on the coffee table in front of the other.

“You got it! I godda show you this odne show Kriia’s got me stuck odn..” the redhead beamed with excitement as he scrambled to lean forward to swipe the remote from the table and turn on the tv.

Glancing up at the tv momentarily, the canine dumped the contents of the grinder into the wrap, and finally began to roll up a blunt for them to share.

Rex had the same huge grin plastered on his face as he turned on a show called “Love Island” and settled back into his comforter against the back of the couch.

The wolf tossed a quizzical look towards the pyro, who met his eyes with both palms raised in front of him defensively.

“Trust mbe, I had the sambe reactiond..” he laughed before swiping at nose quickly with a freckled wrist.

Remi had his doubts, however, he did ask him to find something to watch, so he couldn’t complain all that much.

After a few minutes of Rex’s show filling the silence between them, the wolf held out his hand to show off a perfectly rolled blunt with a proud smirk. “Bars.” He chuckled with pride before putting it between his lips.

“Deed a light?” The pyro asked with a raised eyebrow, and Remi nodded. With a quick snap of his fingers, a small flame shot from the tip of the redhead’s index finger, licking up from the bottom of the blunt and igniting the tip as the other inhaled. After taking a long drag, the wolf removed it from his lips and blew out a large cloud of smoke that slowly spread across the room, before finally passing it. Almost as soon as the smoke left the canine’s lips, Rexar’s eyes began to water, causing him to squint as he took the blunt in his own hand and put it to his lips. He, too, took a long drag and blew out an equally thick cloud, but near instantly his breath snagged and he began to hitch with desperation.

“Hhh—…” The pyro half whined from the intensity, however his expression seemed nearly stuck for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head. “Ndope, lost it.” He chuckled with an unproductive sniffle, taking another drag off of the blunt before passing it back.

Remi couldn’t help but study him cautiously, but eventually cracked a smirk and took the blunt again. “It’s good, yeah?” He asked, trying to make small talk before inhaling again.

“For sure! It’s rea—.. hhh.. real t— tastyyy—! et’tCHOO!! HH— hah’ESSHH’IUE!! hh'ieXSHHH!!” The pyro muffled his sneeze into the comforter wrapped around his shoulders, a few stray embers dancing through the air and across the floor. “Bless mbe.” He mumbled, producing a liquidy sniffle and a breathy exhale.

“—bless you. Do you always sndeeze in threes?” The wolf asked with a slightly awkward chuckle, coughing deeply to the side for a moment before handing the blunt back.

Rexar looked up with a smirk, taking the blunt between his fingers.

“Literally always.” He replied matter-of-factly, shifting his weight in his spot on the couch and leaning his suddenly heavy head against the back of the couch and hitting the blunt again.

The two passed the blunt back and forth until it was nothing but wrap left, every few times it was passed resulted in another firey triple erupting from Rex, who proceeded to bless himself and brush it off.

Remi smashed the roach into the side of the trash can beside him, putting it out, and tossed it onto the table before slumping back into the couch. He felt extremely heavy, but in a good way, his aching body easily getting comfortable within the soft cushions of the couch. His reddened eyes lazily focused on the show that played on the tv, trying to absorb anything of substance. “Wait, is this evedn the first episode of this show?” He asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow as he looked over at Rex.

The pyro’s blank, open mouthed expression that was lost in the TV didn’t change for a few moments, until suddenly he realized he was being spoken to.

“Shit, sorry, imb mad zooted. I probably should have started it from the begiddidng huh?” He laughed at his own stupidity, grabbing the remote from beside him and adjusting the tv.

Remi burst out in a deep, genuine laugh that shortly dissolved into a harsh coughing fit, but afterward he wasn’t left with a frustrated grimace on his face. He was actually slightly enjoying the others company, although he would never admit to that. The wolf shook his head with a smile as he leaned more into the couch, propping his head up on his elbow, and his focusing his attention on the tv again. After no more than 30 minutes of near silence besides the tv, and the soft coughs or unproductive sniffles of either man, his vision began to unfocus and his eyelids would flutter closed for a moment, before flying back open, trying desperately to fight off his own body’s exhaustion.

His efforts to stay awake worked for a while, but not for long. Soon the quiet, rhythmic sounds of his congested snores replaced his occasional sniffling, and his chin began to slide from his palm, his heavy head lolling towards the redhead.

When Remi’s head inevitably fell to land roughly against Rex’s shoulder, the redhead gasped in surprise, but upon the realization of the situation, he smiled gently. Honestly, he had no idea why everyone seemed to have so much of a distaste for the big guy. He wasn’t all that bad once you got past his defensive outer shell. Chuckling under his breath, he returned his gaze back to the tv that continued to drone on in the background, and leaned his head closer to Remi’s ever so slightly.

“Awh, don’t worry, bud. I had fun with you today too~” Rex whispered with a smug smile on his face, very gently patting to the top of the wolf’s head.

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So this may or may not be a piece in premonition to a Rex & Remi (platonic bromance) fic I may or may not be 1000 words in to writing 🫠🫠🫠

My two large men that share a brain cell getting all fluffy and becoming close friends while Levi and Kriia have plans on the last day of a seven day cruise~ ( especially makes me 🫠 cause Remi doesn’t like being that vulnerable with anyone except Levi but NOW HE HAS REX AS A FRIEND 🤤)

FUN FACT: Rex always sneezes in threes. ALWAYS. If you only hear two, the third one will come shortly 😂

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I created my main OC, Remington (Remi) 13 years ago with my friend, @thekinkyleopard , owner of Levi, (she also owns Connie, Alistar, Biziil, Elex, and Sy) and have been using him ever since (he’s super fun and adorable to torture >:3)

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I love to draw and otherwise make art, and sometimes I like to write, even if getting it perfect takes a little time. I frequently post my art of my main OC, Remington, and his mate, Levi, as well as the occasional fic when the creativity allows lmao. I do always have my requests open to anyone (any of my own, or Kezzie’s thekinkyleopard OCs only!)

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Sneezing (obviously~) M & F

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Geez.. when I posted Part One (the preface) of 29: Another Year Sicker, I said Part Two would be out in a few days and boy was I wrong!!

I actually wrote 3/4ths of the entire fic, then decided I hated it and didn’t touch it for a few weeks (^: (sorry guys, I have self esteem issues 🥸)

So change of plans, cause this fic is going to be upwards of 30k-40k words, I have broken it down further into parts! Each part will still have the illustrations I promised also! (:

Part Two includes: sick, super sneezy, so absolutely miserable that he’s emotional Remi on his 29th birthday, sweet Levi fluff taking care of him at home, stifles, full snz, some contagion? and slight mention of mess (nothing crazy)

Please enjoy! 🖤 Part Three will be posted soon, I hope!

Part One can be found here!!

29: Another Year Sicker Part Two

“Hey baby?” Levi’s soft voice broke through his boyfriend’s subconscious, the wolf letting out a soft groan from between his chapped lips, his face buried deeply into the pillow under him. “I know you’re going to hate me for this, but you can’t sleep all day on your birthday..” The leopard continued, one hand tenderly petting the large man across his raven hair which was matted with sweat and stuck out wildly in all directions.

“Nnnngh..” Remi’s eyes very slowly peeled open, revealing a dull green hue to the normally bright irises. He felt like he had been run over by a train and still laid in a puddle on the tracks. “W-What?” The wolf struggled to remain conscious, his eyelids heavy with sleep. As he swallowed a few times, the rawness in his throat was undeniable now, making him wince into the fabric of his pillow. “What time is it?” Remi’s deep voice was harsh, and missing all of the octaves it usually hit, sounding as if it scrapped his throat as he spoke. The quick exchange of air seemed to irritate the raw feeling that extended deep into his chest, and suddenly he was forced into a full sitting position, his large frame shaking from the force of the deep coughs that wracked through him. 

Levi offered his mate a gentle frown, his thin hand coming up to trace small circles against Remi’s sweat soaked back until the harsh coughs subsided, leaving the wolf with a hollow, dry feeling within his lungs. 

“It’s almost five, baby..” Levi purred sympathetically, the deep blue pools of the cat’s eyes displaying nothing but love and concern for his ill mate.

“Are you serious? Of course it is..” Remi hissed in frustration, his hands mindlessly rubbing at his eyes before giving a quick swipe to his bright pink nose. As he did so, the crust from his nose running over night, as well as the drool that still stuck to his face from having to sleep with his mouth open was removed, sending a gentle stinging sensation through the tip of his nose, and settling itself into the back of his sinuses. “God, i feel like shit..” he grumbled, slumping back into the bed beneath him.

Levi couldn't help but smile softly at the wolf's grumpy demeanor, his heart swelling with love for the sickly man beside him. He knew that Remi wasn't feeling his best, but seeing him so vulnerable and weak made the leopard want to care for him even more. "I know, love. But we can't let you spend your entire birthday in bed. I still have plans for us here, even if we aren’t going to have a party~," he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Remi's forehead.

Remi groaned, the sound deep and guttural, as he buried himself further into the bed. His head throbbed painfully, and he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and drift back to sleep. However, the mention of plans piqued his curiosity. "What kind of plans?" he asked after a second, his voice rough and scratchy.

Levi grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh, you’ll see!” The cat chimed happily, clapping his hands together in front of him with pride that he managed to catch the wolf’s attention, especially under these conditions.

Remi raised an eyebrow. Despite feeling like death warmed over, he couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the prospect of spending time with the leopard. He knew that his boyfriend always had something up his sleeve, some grand adventure or surprise waiting just around the corner. "Alright, you've got me intrigued," the wolf said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tried to lean himself up on his elbows. However, his body felt heavy and weak, like all of his strength had simply been leeched away as he slept. Levi immediately took notice and reached out to help him, his hand supporting the other's back as he settled against the headboard.

"Thanks," Remi muttered, still feeling embarrassed by his weakness. He was used to being strong and capable, but now he felt like a burden to his mate. With a small snort, he ran one of his wrists up his nostrils to wipe away the already incessant running of his nose, looking away from the leopard in embarrassment.

Levi sensed his discomfort and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the wolf’s lips. "Don't worry about it, love. I'm happy to take care of you, especially on your birthday," he grinned with reassurance towards his sick boyfriend, his voice filled with sincerity.

Remi couldn't help but smile at Levi's words, feeling grateful for his boyfriend's unwavering support. "I love you, kitten." he croaked, flashing the younger man a gentle, gracious smile.

Just like his body knew it was the reason for the wolf’s misery, the same familiar tickle that he knew so well suddenly stung at his sensitive nose, the congestion in his full sinuses adjusting itself as he sat up. The intensity even took Remi off guard as he could do nothing but gasp desperately in preparation, his arched brows knitting tightly together on his forehead as his nostrils flared, his stubborn dampened nose begging for a release, one way or another.

“-hd’ISCHhh!! -h’dtTISHh! hhh’ISCHih! hh'IETTSSSH’UE!” Remi sneezed harshly to the side away from the leopard, which was instantly followed by a frustrated groan and a few unproductive snuffles. Wiping his already reddened nostrils against his sleeve, the wolf roughly cleared his throat, before sighing openly.

He could already tell; it was going to be a very long night..

“Bless you, and I love you too, baby~” The cat chirped happily, running his fingers through the large man’s damp hair, hoping a little positivity would help bring his mate’s mood up. “Whenever you feel okay enough to get up, I can show you—“

Cutting Levi off mid sentence, Remi's phone began to ring, the sound reverberating throughout the otherwise quiet room. The wolf frowned, not expecting anyone to call as everyone tended to avoid him like the plague on his birthday, simply because of the bad mood he was always in every year. Glancing down at the screen that lay face up against the bed, he saw the smiling face of his younger sister, Meeko, on the caller ID and his scowl instantly dissolved into a relieved smile. He tried to clear his throat a few times before answering to try and disguise his telling hoarse and congested voice but to no avail. By time it had already rung a few times, he still just stared at his phone instead of picking it up with a distant, slightly confused expression.

“You should probably take that," the cat nodded towards Remi’s phone with a smile, before handing it to the wolf, who took it slowly, still fighting the overwhelming buzzing in his full sinuses.

The moment he answered and put the call on speaker, his thoughts of love and gratitude quickly dissipated as an onslaught of sneezes erupted from deep within him.

“Ih’GXXNT’iiew! Huh'GDTS'ue! H'ihhSHHhh’iew!! hhh’ISCHih!!” Each one seemed louder than the last, and Remi felt helpless as he tried to stifle them with little success.

Meeko's high pitched voice on the other end of the line was filled with worry as she was greeted with the sudden fit. “Rem! I thought you said they were allergies! You sound horrible!” She cried with concern.

All the wolf could do was mumble something inaudible in response before another two sneezes came bursting out of him. “H'utsschhiew! hh'IETSH’UE” It seemed like it would never end...

Remi smashed his palm into his itchy nose, desperate to stop the breathtaking fit that took over every part of his weakened body, rubbing back and forth so quickly he could almost start a fire on his chapped skin. Before he could be interrupted again, he brought the phone closer to his face, his green eyes filled with tears as he fought against the burning that only grew more intense the longer he tried to smother it.

Levi quickly snatched another handful of tissues from the dwindling box that sat on their nightstand, and tried thrusting them into Remi’s free hand, but they were quickly waved off, the large man too concentrated on fighting his ticklish nose to do anything else.

“I’b really— sorry about the—… p-party.. HihhHh—!” The wolf’s breath hitched, and his broad chest swelled quickly as air began to fill his lungs, signaling that he was about to lose the battle he had been desperately trying to win.

“Ah, Rem, just get some rest and feel better, okay? We’ll be over as soon as you’re feeling up to it. Promise!” Meeko reassured him, a clear cringe in her voice as even a simple phone call had her feeling like she needed to duck and hide from her ill brother.

“IH’TTSCHH! HT’TTTSZCH!! IHT’TSSCHIIEWW!” His body shook with each powerful sneeze and he could feel snot dripping down his upper lip; it was impossible for him to keep his eyes open without them stinging with tears. Levi tried his best to help out, quickly swiping Remi’s phone from his trembling hand and taking it off speaker to put it up to his own face as his mate continued to snap forward with seemingly endless forceful sneezes.

“Thanks Meeks, I’ll make sure he rests and gets better soon so we can all celebrate for real. And I’ll tell him about the jenga as soon as he’s cognizant enough to listen!” Levi couldn’t help but chuckle lightly into the phone. “I’ll call you back later with an update!”

“You’re the best, Lee.. Good luck over there! Please don’t get sick!” Meeko was quick to get off of the call, thankful to have Levi there to dote on the wolf. She definitely wouldn’t want the job, no matter how much she loved her brother, as everyone who was ever around Remi when he was sick knew.. If you caught your cold/flu from him, it would be the worst illness of your life; like the man somehow made his own super viruses within his large body.

Tossing Remi’s phone beside him onto the bed, Levi leaned down to kiss the top of the older man’s head, the tissues he had tried to hand the wolf earlier once again slid gently into his grasp. With a soft groan, Remi graciously accepted this time and blew his nose into them thickly, even making himself cringe as he drenched the tissues in his hands instantly. Once the wolf was finally able to catch his breath from his fit, Remi looked at Levi with an apologetic expression on his face.

If the leopard had to be honest, he looked rather pathetic compared to his usual stoic facade. The wolf sat with his legs crossed in front of him, both hands held up to clutch a handful of tissues to his nose, not even considering taking the chance and removing them in case he was ambushed again. His sinuses were clearly swollen, leaving his face looking puffier than usual, and his eyes and nose were both rimmed with red, dry skin, his mouth constantly hanging open enough to breathe.

Levi could feel his heart breaking for his mate. The man deserved a good birthday for once, not feeling like absolute garbage.. He did everything for Levi, and was always more than attentive to the cats needs and feelings.. Stretching out a freckled hand, he rubbed Remi’s knee tenderly with a small frown.

“I’m sorry you feel so awful, baby..”

Letting out a slow, full exhale, Remi finally felt safe enough to be able to move the wall of tissues away from his face again. “Thadks, kidden.. sndff!” He swiped at his nose once more with the sodden ball of tissues before tossing them into the trash can by the bed. “What did I hear about Jedga?”

“Meeko’s present to you this year..” Levi’s worried expression was replaced with one of excitement as he glanced back at Remi. “I promised her we’d play it tonight, even if it’s just once.. you’ll get it when you see it. But you’ll have to go through the decorations, first~” The leopards features were taken over by a bright grin, thankful to have already spoken to his sister in law when she dropped off the game earlier in the day. He was constantly blown away by the love that Meeko had for Remi; this time though, it might be just what his mate needed.

A small smile tugged at the corners of the wolf’s mouth, and a little light returned to his unusually dull green eyes. At this point, anything was better than being the sole reason there was a worldwide tissue shortage while never leaving their shared bed that was currently soaked in his sweat. He snuffled softly, not willing to even tempt his sensitive nostrils to go off again, although the few harsh coughs that escaped couldn’t be helped.

“Oh? You didd’t put too buch effort id to it just to have to cagcel, though, right?” His dim, emerald eyes slid up to Levi’s with a sheepish expression, praying to whatever higher power that he was about to walk out of their room to a bunch of 3 balloons, and a little cupcake with a single candle lit on their table. But he knew his mate better than that.

With a carefree laugh, Levi ran his fingers through Remi’s hair starting from his forehead. “Do you even know me?” The cat stuck his tongue out playfully, giving his mates shoulder a light shove.

“No, you’re right.. that was a questiod I defiditely already dew the adswer to.” The wolf couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, although he was more embarrassed than he’d like to admit that Levi still did everything for his birthday party, something that the cat was so excited for, all for his stupid body to give out the one day he needed to not be sick. Figures.

As Levi’s attentive blue eyes traced his mates figure, he could see the man’s sickly body trembling forcefully under the blankets despite the constant stream of sweat that kept his hair matted to his neck and forehead. The cat’s eyebrows knitted together on his face, worry for his mate filling his blue orbs. “You doin okay, baby? Here,” he quickly turned on his heels to begin digging in their shared closet, a few clothes here and there being tossed out to the side haphazardly as the younger man searched. When he finally found what he was looking for, Levi chirped with happiness before pulling them off of the hangers they had been clipped to.

Once the cat emerged from the small space again, he laid the three articles of clothing down on the bed next to the wolf with a tender smile. One of Remi’s favorite hoodies, black with the words “SewerPerson” scrawled across the front in a death metal font, a clean pair of boxers, and a pair of thick grey sweatpants that fit him perfectly.

“C’mon, I’ll help you.” Levi smiled, before he offered an outstretched hand to reassure him. Remi started to open his mouth to argue, but the sudden sternness in his boyfriends usually relaxed features quickly caused him to abandon the idea all together, shutting his mouth forcefully with a ‘click’ from his teeth. A raspy, defeated sigh left the wolf, before he reluctantly took the cat’s thin hand and coaxed himself to stand, very slowly.

Helping the wolf get out of the bed and into the clothes he had laid out for him, Levi tried to remain positive despite the worry he had for his beloved. He and Remi had been together for a long time now, and he hadn’t seen his mate this sick in years.. The cat gulped silently, hoping with everything in him that this was just an ill timed head cold from hell, and not something more sinister like what had landed him in the hospital a few years back. But he didn’t have time to sit and worry. It was Remi’s birthday and damn it, they were going to have fun, even if it meant killing themselves to achieve it.

When Remi was finally dressed, Levi couldn't help but admire him, thinking how handsome he looked even in times like this. His poor nose was bright red and chapped, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed with fever, even visible against the darkness of both his own hair, and the black hoodie he currently had on. His mouth hung open just slightly as he breathed, and a noticeable wheeze echoed in his lungs accompanying each exhale, the constant mouth breathing causing his lips to split painfully in a few places. Yet even so, he was beautiful to Levi.

“Okay, are you ready to see your party now?” Levi bounced up and down with excitement to show the wolf how much thought and effort he had put into his birthday, even if there was no one else to see it but Remi.

The wolf was almost dazed as he stood next to Levi, taking a full few seconds before he was able to even register that he was being spoken to. He had a far off, distracted look glazed over his dull green eyes, but the stoic wolf simply scrubbed at his now runny nostrils with his knuckles, giving an alarmingly liquidy snort that did nothing but increase the pressure behind his eyes, however he returned Levi’s smile weakly. “Okay, I thigk I’b ready.”

Gently taking Remi's hand in his own, Levi guided him towards the kitchen of the RV, but when they fully stepped in, what Remi saw completely took his breath away. The small kitchen was filled with decorations that were obviously meant for his birthday party, all set up by his mate, despite how sick he was feeling the night before.

‘He must have stayed up all night putting these up..’ Remi thought to himself as he looked around the once familiar space now blanketed in various birthday decorations.

The warm yellow and green lights glittered along the walls, illuminating colorful streamers and balloons that gave off a cheery atmosphere. There were two recently delivered boxes of pizza that still radiated heat on the counter, and drinks chilling in a mini-fridge nearby. A big banner hung from wall to wall reading: "Happy Birthday Remi!" Even though no one else could be there due to how sick he was, Levi had clearly gone out of his way to make sure this day was special just for him.

Feeling incredibly touched by the gesture, but also, overwhelmingly guilty that the love of his life could have spent the time resting last night instead of running around everywhere, Remi's throat tightened as tears started welling up in his eyes. He wanted to say something—anything—but words failed him and instead he just looked at Levi, his expression caught somewhere between amazement, and sadness. The cat looked back, clearly understanding what was transpiring within the complex man’s head without a single word being said. As Remi took a step back to admire everything, he stumbled slightly, losing his footing and ungracefully hitting his back loudly into the wall behind him. He sighed in frustration, before sliding down the wall slowly, and resting his head in his hands that were propped up against his knees.

Levi had been standing in front of the wolf, and the loud thump of his mate’s back against the wall nearly made him jump out of his skin, but he quickly recovered, gently crouching so he could be at Remi’s level. Carefully brushing the few stray tears away with the pad of his thumb, Levi tucked a couple of loose strands of jet black hair behind Remi’s ears before pressing their foreheads together gently, his bright blue pools displaying the genuine grin on his freckled cheeks.

“Remington… I’ve lived with you for years now.. You didn’t think I knew you were coming down with something yesterday?” The leopards tone was gentle and sweet as always, but there was definitely a hint of playful sarcasm in there as well as a small smirk that now tugged at his mouth. Snagging the corner of the small cow print blanket that hung neatly over the back of the chair next to them, Levi threw it over the wolf’s shoulders, rolling it in on itself up by his fevered cheeks and tucking it in the top of his hoodie.

“Baby, you don’t do a very good job at hiding it, if I’m being totally honest with you..” Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently at his own statement, although when he glanced back at Remi after a few moments with the same uplifting grin, the wolf’s expression remained troubled, tears still steadily filling his eyelids until they spilled down his cheeks. Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Remi finally allowed himself to cry softly into Levi’s shoulder, which on its own was troubling for the smaller feline.

Remington took his strength and his ego very seriously, and Levi could count on one hand how many times he had seen his mate cry. So the fact that tears were pouring down his face now over something so small and trivial was indicative of how truly awful the wolf must have felt.

“Thagk you for doigg this for be.. do ode has ever dode adythigg special for be od by birthday..” Remi croaked between the small sobs that threatened to choke him. “I’b sorry I got sick agaid add you had to cagcel the party that you worked so hard od..” His voice was hoarse from all the crying and his sinuses began to swell, making it impossible to breathe through his nose whatsoever, yet pathetically his reddened nostrils ran like a faucet as if they were taunting him. He tried to open his mouth to speak again, but the breath caught in his raw throat, sending him into a deep, wet coughing fit that forced him to double over with his face buried in his elbow, that same ‘sick’ dry feeling in his lungs catching with each forceful exhale.

Levi tenderly wrapped his arms around Remi, holding him as he coughed and wiped his eyes once he was able to finally catch his breath again. “Hey, it's okay, don't apologize. I should apologize to you for not being able to throw you the birthday party that you deserve. I know it didn't turn out like we wanted but I still wanted to make sure you felt loved today so I did what I could." He ran his fingers through Remi's hair and kissed the top of his head before continuing in a soothing whisper, "Although this isn't how we planned on spending your birthday, there's still plenty of surprises in store for tonight - if you're feeling up for it. And if not...we can just lay here all night and cuddle under the stars with some hot tea." The leopard smiled warmly at him and brushed away a few fallen tears with his thumb.

As much as curling up with his warm mate sounded like heaven to Remi’s weakened body by now, even the thought of snuffing out any more of his thoughtful mate’s plans made him sick to his stomach. He shook his head quickly, maybe even too quickly, the room around him spinning to life and causing his stomach to flip and twist uncomfortably.

“N-no..” the wolf nearly pleaded with the other, his usual deep, threatening voice reduced to nothing but some occasional hisses and squeaks after his recent coughing fit.

How was anyone supposed to pretend he wasn’t the cutest thing in the world in his current state?

Chuckling breathlessly, the leopard was beyond grateful to be one of the only people in the world that his mate trusted enough to be this open and vulnerable with. “Okay, okay, Rem, it’s your birthday, okay? I’m just the chaperone.” The leopard giggled gently with a wink, thankful to finally see some of the color returning to his mates dim green eyes again.

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Thank you so much for reading Part Two of 29: Another Year Sicker!! Hopefully Part Three will be completed and posted before 2 months pass! 😭

Pls stay tuned 🖤