#sunday sickness

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Felix is sick after flying

Firstly, I just wanna say that I'm sleep deprived as shit.

Secondly, I wanna say i'm so excited for the Sunday Sickness thing proposed by our whump fic queen (@bellysoupset)

Lastly, I love this one. These two are adorable ❤️❤️❤️!!

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Atticus kept looking at his watch. He was impatient and fidgety as he waited by the airport gate for his boyfriend.

Felix had gone to visit his mom in London, and he’d been gone for two whole weeks. Atticus missed him a lot.

He tapped his foot and tapped his fingers. Finally, people started walking through the gate. He watched carefully, trying to spot his short boyfriend in the sea of people. And then he spotted him.

Felix saw him, too, and ran to him, dropping his suitcase and backpack halfway there before throwing himself into Atticus’s waiting arms.

Atticus squeezed Felix and Felix laughed.

“I missed you,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Felix said. “Because every single text you sent me and every single phone call didn’t make that clear.”

Atticus blushed and pulled away enough to look Felix in the eye before leaning back in and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Felix’s hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled the blonde tighter against himself.

Finally, they got Felix’s stuff—Atticus being the gentleman he is and carrying it all—and they went to the parking lot and left the airport.

The airport was two hours away from their apartment, and after about thirty minutes on the road, Atticus noticed Felix dozing off in his seat. He wasn’t surprised. It was only early in the night there—the sun had just set—but he knew it was well past midnight in London and Felix was still on London time.

Atticus turned down his music on the radio so his boyfriend could sleep in peace.

He drove in silence, listening to the sound of Felix’s breathing. When they were just twenty minutes away, Felix started to stir in his sleep. He blinked awake and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atticus cast a look at him. “You okay?”

Felix nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah. I think it’s just some delayed air sickness or something.”

Raising a brow, Atticus asked, “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? You’re the medicine major, aren’t you?” Felix groaned again. “Since when are the roads in Tucson so bumpy?”

Atticus cast a confused look at Felix. The roads aren’t bumpy, he thought. “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. Then he paused, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Actually, yes.”

Atticus’s eyes widened. “Shit. Okay, there’s a gas station right here. Just give me a second to—”

But it was too late. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth and the Coca-Cola he’d drank on the plane ride came back up in a slow, painful gush.

Atticus cursed under his breath as he pulled into the gas station parking lot and put the car in park before cupping Felix’s forehead to steady him as he puked.

“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “You’re okay.”

Felix wasn’t puking anymore. Two gushes, and he was done. Now he realized what a mess he’d made of his pants and his boyfriend’s car.

He was about to apologize, but it was as if Atticus was reading his mind because the brunette suddenly said, “It’s fine. My car is old as hell, and it’s way overdo for a cleaning anyway.”

After another minute, Felix told Atticus he was fine.

Atticus knew that Felix didn’t get carsick. This was something else.

He went inside the gas station to get some plastic bags, and then they were on the road again.

“We’ll be home soon. Don’t worry,” he said when Felix made a pained sound.

Felix closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the movement of the car. His head was pounding, but this didn’t feel like one of his migraines. He didn’t know what this felt like.

It felt like forever before the car came to a stop, but Felix didn’t even notice the car was parked until Atticus said his name and he opened his eyes. He still felt like the car was moving on a bumpy road.

“Hey, Baby,” Atticus said softly, reaching out a hand to cup Felix’s cheek. “What’s wrong? You look pale. You’re sweaty, too.”

“Am I feverish?”

Atticus narrowed his eyes a bit and continued to feel Felix’s cheek and forehead. “Actually, no,” he said. “You feel clammy, but not warm.”

Felix involuntarily leaned further into Atticus’s touch, eyes closing again. “I’m dizzy.”

Atticus used his thump to stroke Felix’s hair for a minute before finally getting out of the car and going around to Felix’s side. The blonde’s eyes were overly shiny, and he looked exhausted. “Jeez,” Atticus sighed. “You were fine at the airport. What happened?” Maybe it was an ear infection, throwing Felix off balance. Immediately, Atticus fell into a mental state that was stuck between concerned boyfriend and talented med-student. “Does it feel like there’s pressure in your head? Or your ear? Or is this some kind of migraine?”

Felix didn’t answer. He just leaned against Atticus’s shoulder. “Everything’s moving,” he whined. Atticus frowned. He couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Come on,” Atticus said. “Let’s go inside.”

Felix groaned once more as Atticus unbuckled his seatbelt and guided him out of the car. As soon as he was on his feet, he swayed. Atticus quickly steadied him and cursed under his breath.

Before Felix knew it, his boyfriend had picked him up bridal style and was carrying him into the apartment building.

Atticus’s apartment was on the first floor, so they were inside it in no time.

“Maybe you should’ve taken me to my dorm,” Felix said while burying his face in Atticus’s shirt. “If I’m sick, I don’t want to make you sick.”

Atticus looked down at the blonde as he carried him into his bedroom. “But wouldn’t you make your roommate sick then?”

“Oh, screw that bloody wanker. I hate him and I don’t give two shits if he gets sick or not. He annoys the hell out of me.”

Atticus was tempted to say that he should move in with him in that case, but he kept himself from doing so. He wasn’t sure whether or not they’d been together long enough to take that step, even though Felix was practically almost always at his place anyway.

He brought Felix into his bathroom and steadied him on his feet before handing the blonde a clean shirt and some sweatpants. He waited outside the bathroom, giving Felix privacy to change. Finally, Felix opened the bathroom door, leaning heavily on the door frame. Atticus picked him up again and carried him to his bed.

He laid Felix down and pulled the sheets over him.

Felix made a pained noise in his throat and shifted a lot, trying to find a position that didn’t make it feel like the world was rocking wildly on a boat.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Felix’s hair. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t have the patience at the moment to read through his medicine textbooks to see if he could find anything.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and opened a website he used a lot for research on his papers and essays. He searched up delayed airsickness and sicknesses commonly gotten on planes and whatever else he could think to search up.

He was researching for so long that Felix finally found the least uncomfortable of the uncomfortable positions and was trying to keep himself as still as possible with his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, Atticus found something.

“Hey, baby?” he said softly. Felis peeked one eye open ever so slightly, indicating that he was listening. “What does it feel like?”

Felix shut his eye again and sighed. “It feels like I’m on a boat or something. I’m really dizzy, Atti.”

Atticus nodded. “Are you nauseous?”

Felix nodded his head a little bit.

“Tired? Like, fatigue?”

Another nod.

“Cognitive impairment?”

Felix opened his eyes and peered at Atticus, a brow raised. “What the bloody hell is. . . whatever it is you said?”

“It’s, like, when you can’t focus. Or have trouble concentrating.”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Atticus nodded. “I think you have disembarkment syndrome. It’s not serious—it’s just motion sickness and vertigo that comes after a plane ride—but I think sleep would do you a world of good. This says it’s best of you stay really still, and it also says that it should only last about 24 hours.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. “Only?!”

Atticus chuckled, most of his anxiety leaving his shoulders. “Hey, it’s better than some week-long bug or something. And the treatment is literally to just stay lying down until it passes. Which means”—he paused as he walked around the bed, climbing onto his side and snuggling close to Felix, hugging him tight—“we have 24 hours of cuddling ahead of us.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He smiled at his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend.

In Atticus’s arms, Felix felt slightly steadier. He cuddled closely to Atticus, letting his eyes fall shut and falling into the sleep that his body was begging for.

“Atti?” Felix groaned sleepily after a second.

“Hmm?”

Felix smiled. “I missed you, too.”

[bellysoupset]

Happy Sunday Sickness, Soup! :D So more of a writing question, but how does an idea for a fic come to you? What's first? Dialogue? Scenario? Desire for a certain character to go through certain experience?

@writing-whump

I'll be real, it's very rare I have a clear idea when writing anything. Normally I open a blank document and start typing without paying any attention. What I generally have are vibes, like today I'm feeling slowburn sickness, today I'm feeling like it should be angsty, etc. That's ALL I tend to have.

What does inspire me though are dialogue tags and just generally situations from day to day. I love hearing about "oh and then X person fell down the stairs", in my mind there's already a whole story forming.

[angstyaches]

hey flick, happy sunday sickness!!

i was wondering which of your characters listen to a lot of music (like is there anyone who listens to music any second of any day?) and which just do not really care for it

i listen to music basically all day every day but I've also met people who barely listen to music ever which i thought was super interesting🖤

Ahh, Em!! Happy belated Sunday Sickness, dearest! My weekend turned pretty stressful and I wasn't able to be here, but I so appreciate the lovely ask 🖤

Any second of any day:

Dani immediately came to mind. Every second that she's not working, she either has her headphones on or had them around her neck, ready to deploy at a moment's notice. They get very overwhelmed in social situations and like to tune out background noise, but also enjoy music as a way to internally stim. She has specific playlists for work breaks, for drawing, for mornings, for evenings, for walks, and for every possible mood. And if she's not listening to actual music, she's probably got a song, or part of a song playing in a loop, in her head.

When Felix has the whole day to himself, he is very likely to have a constant soundtrack going! He would much prefer to dance than walk anywhere, even if it was just down the stairs to get a drink. He's also That Friend who's probably got a Bluetooth speaker to hand in any possible scenario.

Kind of:

Autumn, the theatre kid. After work and study and rehearsals, her downtime consists mostly of miming along with song lyrics and dancing in her room, critiquing herself in the mirror. Also would be pretty devastated if she had to take public transport alone without her headphones.

When he starts living alone, Kazu starts to rely on entertainment to help him get through the different parts of his day - mostly TV, but music, too. He blasts some upbeat songs whilst dragging himself out of bed and getting dressed for work. He plays something a bit more chill when he gets home at the end of the day. And when he does the dishes or other chores. And when he takes a bath. And brushes his teeth. Basically uses music to get himself through the lonely, mundane stuff he would otherwise struggle to do.

Hardly ever listens to music:

Shayne! He's just not used to having the freedom of listening to whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and he also just doesn't see the appeal. He's also accustomed to listening out for signs of danger, and music would just make that harder and increase his anxiety.

Henry. He is attached to his noise-cancelling headphones, but mostly just uses them for the noise-cancelling effect. Despite his love of clubs, he doesn't really seek out music in any other setting.

Donnacha endures the music at the gym when he's working out, but has absolutely no preferences towards any particular kind, nor would it ever even occur to him to put music on of his own volition. He's the kind of person who is happy to sit or walk or run while alone with their thoughts.

[writing-whump]

Happy Sunday Sickness Sol!

You know i'm in love with your world building, so ofc my question has to be about it. Are there any other magical creatures in your verse, besides shadow wolves and witches?

Hi Soup, thanks for the ask!

Honestly I'm not sure. XD I have been concentrating on the wolf dynamics, how their human relatives and siblings fit into the pack dynamics, the role of witches and how they could live outside of packs or not if they want to keep using their magic etc. It's not impossible some other being might join, I want to leave that option open, but I have none on mind right now. Everyone supernatural in the story belongs to a shadow wolf bloodline.

Thank you for the interest though ^^

[witchy-shortcake]

Happy Sunday sickness, feel free to ask me any whump-related questions about my ocs/my whumpy headcannons of a certain character or ask me for a drabble<333

@bellysoupset thank you for the idea.

[spoopdeedoop]

doctor “trauma dump to companion of five minutes” who

[ataraxiaspainting]

Unexpected Care with HSR/Genshin Impact Characters.

this can be seen as yan but i see it as fluff!! also heavily inspired by @harmonysanreads' carrying you headcanons. i love fluffy domestic fluff. she and her writing are amazing, so please check her out! <3

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Physical Care:

Buys you food, water, and medicine - is silent the rest of the time you're sick, watching from the other side of the room: Xiao, Arlecchino, Diluc, Acheron, Clorinde, Dan Heng, Scaramouche, Wanderer, Yelan, Cyno

Makes you comfortable - making sure you have the best pillows and blankets and all the entertainment you need: Lyney, Aventurine, Kafka, Neuvillette, Beidou, Venti, Arataki Itto

Gives you physical support - prevents you from moving around very much and does everything you ask: Capitano, Blade, Kaveh, Stelle, Raiden Shogun, Raiden Ei

Feeds you homecooked meals - they're especially prepared for you: Childe, Lumine, Aether, Kaedehara Kazuha

Checks your vitals and gives you specialized care based on what your sickness is: Albedo, Alhaitham, Kamisato Ayato, Shikanoin Heizou, Sunday, Tighnari, Dr. Ratio (he's not a medical doctor but he will read up plenty on your sickness)

Emotional Care:

Offers you words of comfort - and assure you you'll get better: Scaramouche (grumpily), Wanderer (also grumpily), Kaveh, Capitano

Listens to your rants - they'll always be there for you: Xiao, Diluc, Acheron, Blade, Raiden Shogun, Aether, Kaedehara Kazuha, Alhaitham, Kamisato Ayato, Sunday, Dr. Ratio

Distracts you from your illness with entertainment - they don't like seeing you distressed: Yelan, Cyno (his awful jokes), Lyney, Venti, Stelle

Encourages resting - you can't take on the world sick like this: Arlecchino, Clorinde, Dan Heng, Neuvillette, Raiden Ei, Lumine, Albedo, Tighnari

Gives you physical affection: Aventurine, Kafka, Beidou, Arataki Itto, Childe, Shikanoin Heizou

Practical Help:

Cleans up your home - daily chores, sweeping, etc.: Blade, Kaedehara Kazuha, Venti

Goes to get groceries - and a few other things they know will cheer you up: Kaveh (falls after getting everything and cries), Diluc, Raiden Ei, Aether, Lyney, Stelle, Aventurine, Kafka, Arataki Itto, Childe, Shikanoin Heizou, Beidou

Manages your schedule - tells your work or friends or family that you have to rest: Capitano, Kamisato Ayato, Raiden Shogun, Yelan, Cyno, Arlecchino, Clorinde, Neuvillette

Keeps track of your medications - no matter how bitter, they will force you to take them: Wanderer, Xiao, Acheron, Dr. Ratio, Tighnari (he gives you sweets after), Albedo (he'll try to make it less bitter for you)

Makes sure tissues, hand sanitizer, and water/snacks are always near you: Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Sunday, Dan Heng, Lumine

Health Monitoring:

Keeping track of symptoms - writes them in their notebook along with dates and times: Kaedehara Kazuha (writes your symptoms and makes a poem out of them to remember), Venti (does the same), Kaveh, Alhaitham

Forces you to follow the doctor's orders - or forces you to go to the doctor in the first place: Blade, Kafka, Raiden Shogun, Yelan, Cyno, Clorinde, Neuvillette, Wanderer, Xiao, Acheron, Dr. Ratio, Dan Heng, Lumine

Buys a private doctor that will be around 24/7 - and will have to stay awake at times you are: Diluc, Raiden Ei, Aventurine, Capitano, Kamisato Ayato, Arlecchino, Scaramouche

Buys you extra medicine just in case - you never know: Aether, Lyney, Stelle, Arataki Itto, Childe, Shikanoin Heizou, Beidou

They are the doctor - and you're thankful for it: Tighnari, Albedo, Sunday (he tries and unironically is a good "doctor")

Comforting Activities:

Blanket fort - or just a cozy room in general: Kaveh, Kafka, Wanderer, Lumine, Aether, Aventurine, Stelle, Arataki Itto, Shikanoin Heizou, Sunday

Reads to you - all stories you like: Kaedehara Kazuha, Cyno, Neuvillette, Xiao, Dr. Ratio, Arlecchino, Albedo, Beidou

Handwritten notes - for when they are away on business: Alhaitham (he's just in the kitchen reading but he puts in effort anyway), Blade, Raiden Ei, Yelan, Clorinde, Diluc, Scaramouche

Hires musicians to play comforting music: Venti (does it himself), Raiden Shogun, Capitano, Kamisato Ayato, Lyney

Makes you all your favorite comfort meals: Acheron, Dan Heng, Childe, Tighnari

[paintedcrows]

Watched Pyramids of Mars and... yeah I'm obsessed with this guy

[annqer]

Penacony welcomes you!! Only now for the low low price of your soul, you too can spend your life in the land of dreams!!

[aventurineswife]

Following up from the post when the characters were sick, what if the reader got sick as well and now they're both sick?

When Weakness Brings Us Closer

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Caring for Each Other, Mutual Vulnerability, Slight Whump, Domestic Moments.

Warnings: Depictions of Illness, Mentions of Overworking or Stress as a Trigger for Illness, Emotional Vulnerability, Possible Light Angst (emotional moments, feelings of guilt, or unspoken tension).

The opulent room, filled with Aventurine’s usual flair for the dramatic—velvet curtains, golden ornaments, and dimmed lights—felt oddly claustrophobic. Both of you were confined to the lavish couch, a pile of tissues growing steadily on the ornate coffee table.

“You’re an amateur at this, you know,” Aventurine teased, his voice hoarse but laced with his usual wit. Despite his own flushed cheeks and drooping posture, he gestured grandly, a half-empty cup of tea in one hand. “This is why I warned you about staying too close to me when I was under the weather.”

“You were the one who wouldn’t stop bragging about your ‘impenetrable immunity,’” you shot back, sniffling.

He laughed, though it turned into a hacking cough. Aventurine’s usual flamboyance was muted by the cold, but his sharp eyes still held a spark of mischief.

“Well,” he rasped, leaning back dramatically, “if we’re both doomed to misery, we may as well make the most of it. Cards, perhaps? Or do you prefer a rousing debate about my unparalleled brilliance?”

You rolled your eyes but found yourself smiling despite your exhaustion. In this vulnerable moment, Aventurine’s charm wasn’t just an act—it was his way of making you forget the heaviness of your shared misery.

The room was unnaturally quiet, save for the occasional sound of Sunday stirring a cup of herbal tea. Both of you sat in the dimly lit chamber, his halo casting a soft glow.

“Rest,” Sunday murmured, his voice gentle but insistent as he handed you the tea. His usually immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled—his scarf hung loose, and his golden eyes seemed dimmer. Yet, even in sickness, he radiated calm.

You sipped the tea, grateful for its warmth, though your own fever made it hard to feel much else. “You’re one to talk,” you replied weakly, gesturing at his pale complexion. “You should be resting too.”

“I will,” he assured, though his actions betrayed him as he began fluffing your pillows. “Your health is more important.”

The care in his actions made your heart ache in a way no illness could. Despite his own state, Sunday couldn’t seem to stop prioritizing you.

“You’re stubborn,” you said, lying back against the pillows with a small smile.

“And you’re in no position to argue,” he countered, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles before he settled into the chair beside you. “Let’s both rest now.”

The room was a mess—half-empty cups, discarded tissues, and an overturned bottle of cough syrup bore witness to Sampo’s less-than-stellar sickbed manner.

“See? Told you we’d be in this together,” Sampo said with a grin, his voice raspy but still filled with his signature charm. He leaned against the headboard of the bed you now shared, a blanket draped haphazardly over his lap.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” you muttered, glaring at him from your cocoon of blankets.

“Oh, come on,” he said, reaching over to nudge you lightly. “It’s not so bad. At least now you have me to keep you entertained.”

“Entertained? You’ve done nothing but complain about the soup I made!”

He chuckled, though it quickly turned into a coughing fit. “Hey, I’m just saying, next time we’re sick, I’ll make the soup. I’ve got this great recipe—secret family tradition, you know.”

You groaned, but a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. Sampo, even at his most annoying, had a way of making the worst situations bearable.

The Astral Express was unusually still, the usual hum of activity replaced by the sound of sneezes and groans. Dan Heng sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, his spear leaning against the wall for easy access even in his weakened state.

“You should be lying down,” you said, your voice scratchy as you shifted under the covers.

Dan Heng shook his head, his quiet determination as unyielding as ever. “You need the bed more than I do,” he replied, though his pale complexion and tired eyes betrayed his stubbornness.

“Dan Heng,” you said softly, “you’re not going to be much help to anyone if you don’t rest.”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours. With a reluctant sigh, he leaned back against the wall, finally allowing himself a moment of reprieve.

“I just don’t like being… useless,” he admitted quietly, his stoicism cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of vulnerability.

“You’re not useless,” you assured him, reaching out to brush his hand lightly. “You’re here. That’s enough.”

Dan Heng’s lips curved into a faint smile, and for the first time since the sickness had struck, the weight between you both felt a little lighter.

[marusketch]

don't worry, nobody can even tell you're a fox spirit

your ears are cropped out and your tail is hidden by emojis

[ecstarry]

regulus who has little to no free time making some time to watch james’ current hyperfixation so they can talk about it together

[follows-the-bees]

Stede's journey screams demisexuality to me. (And as someone who is demi, I love it.)

I've posted about a reading of Ed as demiromantic as well.

Stede doesn't leave to find (romantic) love. He set out to find himself, to find a community. And he finds that! His crew becomes his family (it's also part of why he starts crying and really starts to self-destruct in 2x7 when they start to leave.)

Along the way he finds not only a best friend, but the love of his life: in that same person. Stede's journey is a blatant queer allegory: a man who has never fit into society, who is treated poorly for not fitting into *pick your societal norm*, who finds himself through community, fixing some of his past relations, but also discovering his sexuality: gay and demisexual.

Stede and Ed's connection is based on friendship — their emotional journey. We see an instant connection in 1x4 where both of them are fascinated by each other.

Stede tries to be open with the crew beforehand, an open door policy to the cabins, various other rooms, and the library. He tries to form that connection with others (to varying degrees at first.)

But when Ed enters the picture, they immediately have that connection. They are interested in each other and their idiosyncrasies.

We see their friendship grow over the course of the next few episodes. They remain equal in all things, learning and teaching each other. We see the deepening of friendship of course in the big scene of the bathtub.

Ed shares his biggest secret (secrets technically), trusting Stede with it. And Stede responds in kind, using the term friend for the first time. Their emotional intimacy grows deeper here.

We also see their connection and friendshio in the small moments. From how well they match each other with playing/riffing off of each other, finding in one another a partner. Something they always wanted. Someone who gets them for who they are, but also meets them at that level, letting them unmask and have fun.

And in small gestures such as learning basic things about each other: Stede knowing exactly how Ed likes his tea. That Ed will be cranky that he has sand in his beard. That Ed would set the world on fire or die trying, etc.

So much of Stede's s journey is having an emotional connection to Ed, and from there a sexual one. But it takes him a while to figure it out. I don't read his season one trek as repressed but rather not ever having that connection with another human being before — particularly a man. He knows about same sex relationships (he presumably went to boarding school and is on the queerest pirate ship in the Caribbean🌈) but I don't think he ever attached it to himself.

Their friendship crosses the line at their first kiss. But the focus of the kiss isn't sexual, it's emotional. It's that sigh at finally finding the thing you always wanted but simultaneously didn't know you needed. That feeling of oh, there you are.

We don't see Stede show (romantic/sexual) interest in anyone else. (Same thing with Ed in a way, but Ed's journey is another topic.)

Even during their time apart, they are both pining for each other, no hints of feelings or acts with others.

Stede is having sex dreams about Ed at night and writing gorgeous love letters during the day. And when they finally connect again, Stede and Ed take it slow. Stede tells Ed exactly how he feels about him, and it isn't about how he wants to jump his bones. He tells him he just likes being near him. And respects Ed's boundaries, never crossing them and telling him he doesn't have to say anything back.

One of my favorite things about their relationship is their consent and bodily autonomy respect in each other. He knows Ed and respects Ed. Ed knows and respects Stede.

They are friends first and lovers second.

At the surface his dreams may be about becoming a pirate (not really being a pirate but rather using the stories of pirates he read in books to achieve his dream of getting community), but ultimately, his dream is just really getting to be himself, love himself, and in the process, he picks up a found family. It's mutual.

Stede no doubt knew about sexual attraction, particularly others having it, but not so much himself having it nor acting on it. Not until Ed at least. And when he does discover and puts into words those feelings, everything going on with his sexuality, Stede does not hesitate, he does not doubt. He goes after Ed, after love.

Watching Stede discover love for the first time, a deep emotional friendship that then evolves into a romantic and sexual one. His demisexual journey over the two seasons (so far) has been wonderful to watch and connect with.

That's my demisexual king! And queen! Everything!

I've written pieces of this before, but I wanted to combine all of it together into one post.

Happy Asexual Awareness week, loves! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[hellsitedotcom]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ More Honkai Men & How They Kiss ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

featuring Jiaoqiu, Moze, ...

๋࣭ ⭑ Finished the Trailblazer Quest they appear in recently, and I...let's just say I get it now. I do apologize if it seems Out Of Character tho ๋࣭ ⭑

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings & info: none ๋࣭ ⭑ english is not my native language!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ JIAOQIU ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ I believe that Jiaoqiu can be a sweet talker, a true gentleman when he's in love, which can be seen in the way he treats you, and thus, in the way he shows his affections to you.

⤑ He's the kind of person that has you practically melting at his touch, at the way he kisses you. He's gentle, sensual (not in an overly sexual way, but I lack a better word for it), and his kisses convey the deep love he feels for you.

⤑ Jiaoqiu is the kind of person that takes things slow, even after years of being together. He never gets...bored of what you have - it never becomes something he's so ''accustomed'' to that he feels the need to rush through it.

⤑ He'll hold you close, just shower you in compliments and sweet nothings before eventually leaning down to kiss you slowly, gently, taking your breathe away with each kiss.

⤑ Definitely the type to kiss your palm/hand, or kiss your shoulders when he walks past you from behind or while lying next to you. He's more on the affectionate side compared to some others, though he prefers keeping those affections private for many reasons.

⤑ When it comes to receiving kisses, I doubt he has much of a preference, since he prefers being the one to initiate kisses. And when you do end up being the one to kiss him, he'll probably be smiling just a tad more than usual, but only his closest confidants will notice.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ MOZE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ Don't hate me, but I do not necessarily see Moze be the most physically affectionate guy. Maybe I'm biased, maybe I'm putting him a box, but to me, he shows his affections differently.

⤑ But, when it does come to kissing you, I can see him be somewhat roughly initially. Not necessarily because he lacks the experience (though you can headcanon it that way, if you prefer), nor because he ''dislikes'' kissing you. It's just...It just used to be how he does it.

⤑ Moze's kisses weren't ''intense'', per se, but just...rough, his lips crashing against yours in a way that would make you stumble back if it weren't for the arm he wrapped around your waist. Those kisses were brief, as if rushed, before he departed again, and left you standing there trying to process what had just happened.

⤑ With time, as he felt more and more comfortable, his kisses became longer, the roughness turning into passionate, intense kisses. He's still not one to frequently kiss you, but maybe that makes his kisses all the more special.

⤑ Again, while I don't see him be overly physically affectionate, I believe he'd be the type to kiss the top of your head occasionally - say, when you are cuddling or sleeping together. It's...a rarity, though becoming more frequent or a form of routine. Still, it is kept behind close doors, as Moze is no fan of public displays of affection.

⤑ On the receiving end, I do think he'd be more...vulnerable? I believe he loves receiving physical affection from you (though he prefers it in private, again), and would probably be the time to secretly/quietly long for your kiss. He'd definitely love random pecks on the cheek; totally possible that it would make him blush!

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Onward! To ay(oym) chapter 4

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Abandon or save the child?