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I had an idea for your Erasermic wav! Aizawa coming home from a patrol in the early hours of the morning, soaked to the bone from the storm raging outside but Mic is up grading papers/working on his radio show and greets his under the weather husband with open arms, tea, and tissues.

Thanks for the request!~ Sorry that it took me so long T-T I've been sitting on this waiting for a chance to edit for awhile, finally sat down and did some grinding to get it out~

Feat: sneezing, sniffling, coughing, noseblowing, sfx of door/rain briefly, and talking, scenario as requested: E/raser comes back from a long night of patrols in the rain, already sick, thankfully his loving husband M/ic is already waiting for him~

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Can you do a longer wav where you make yourself sneeze and describe the tickle building up, where the tickle is inside of your nose, describing the sneezy sensations, and talking through hitches?

Sure, I can give it an attempt!~ I hope this is overall what you are looking for, this is not exaaactly my type of thing, but I gave it an attempt, so hopefully this is enjoyable!~

if there's more specific things you wanted to hear that I wasn't doing, feel free to send another request with a bit more of the specifics, and I can give that a try~ but otherwise, here you go!~

Also the magic powder only got one this time, so if you'd like another where I use that a bit more and describe the difference/attempt to get a few more, I'd be open to that too~ as always, just let me know, any requests/feedback are always welcome, thanks!~

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Are you attracted to another person on snzblr (it’s obvious)🙄

so I normally delete attention seeking anon asks like this but uh. this is the third time i've gotten one like this, in the past, idk, week? so I'm guessing you're the same person so hey!!! let's talk about it

firstly, you uh? couldn't say this to my face? off anon? why not? if it's so desperately important to you to know who I may or may not be attracted to, something tooooootally your business in the first place, why not ask it face to face? mayyyyyybe because you know it's a shitty thing to ask, and don't want people to know it's you? hm. just something to think on <3

secondly!!! actually yeah, I'm attracted to a fair number of people on snzblr, that's. kinda a big part of what this space is used for. sharing things that are attractive to us with this kink and being attracted to them. isn't that just wild??? this community is really amazing that way, and I'm so happy and honoured to be a part of it. but, in the words of your previous asks, 'in love with', haha, no. and even if I was? that would be my business, maaaaaaybe something I'd share with them if we were both single/available and close in that way, buuuut that would still be my choice, and not something you would get to know about, especially hiding behind the anon <3

and thirdly!~ fuck off my blog please!~ <3 i answered this one because I'm getting a bit sick of this shit, and think you deserve to see that you are deeply unwelcome here talking like that!~ maybe if you fix up your attitude, try being polite, and stop hiding behind anon, we could have an actual conversation!~ but otherwise? go away <3 there's no room for you here, and I will not be answering any further drama seeking messages on this blog <3

consider that an official stance, I don't answer obviously drama seeking shit, so send it if you really feel so deeply that you have to, but know it's getting deleted and laughed at between my close friends <33

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Not sure if you have any interest in this ship, but I was wondering if I could request a DabiHawks drabble with a sneezy Hawks? I tend to prefer colds, but honestly I’d be happy with whatever scenario you chose.

Feel free to say no or ignore this if it isn’t your vibe, though!! Either way, I’ll continue to devour whatever you write with reckless abandon hahaha ❤️

Hello!~ Thank you so much for the request!~ I don't ship these guys in canon, but for a snzfic?? oh yeah, they're an amazing dynamic to play around with~ I had a lot of fun with this, even though it's rather short, and hey- might actually get me to reopen that d/abihawks document that I've not touched in months, hahaha~ <3

(in a twist that was in no way planned but kinda just happened-) Here is kink!D/abi, with a sick H/awks!~ 870ish words, contains swearing and references to contagion and nsfw concepts~ (nothing too bad on either point, but be aware incase it's not your thing!~

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“Birdie, if you sneeze one more time I’m going to spray disinfectant directly into your mouth.” 

Hawks can’t help but roll his eyes, taking a second to collect himself before he turns towards the voice, Dabi’s judgemental gaze meeting his own. 

“While I’d certainly love to see you attempt that,” Hawks pauses, a far off look starting to form as he powers through the rest of the sentence, “I wouhh- wouldn’t wish this cold on my worst ehhnemy. And you, Dabs, are certainly not that.” 

There’s a hint of a smile across the charred skin, but it’s quickly chased off as Hawks raises a fist to his nose, ducking to the side and bracing it with his other hand for a desperate, “hhh’nTGht-! ek’GDtshh-!”  

Dabi scowls at him, taking a clear step back, and making a face Hawks can’t quite place. “Why are you even here then?” “Awwh,” Hawks coos fakely, knuckling his nose with a sniffle (and internally wincing slightly at the congested nature of his voice), “I was hoping for a bit of a nicer greeting, hot stuff. Didn’t you miss me?” 

“Didn’t miss your fucking germs.” 

“So you did miss me then?” Hawks taunts, tilting his head and shooting Dabi a smirk. It’s half-hearted at best, given current conditions, but it does the trick. That telltale glint alights in Dabi’s eyes, a hint of smoke wafting from his fingertips. 

“Don’t recall saying that.” 

“And you’re so afraid of catching this, that you won’t even get a liiiittle closer? Didn’t realize thhh- hHH’ETCHH–! eh’NGT-chh! Oh, bless me. What was I saying?” 

“Something you’d regret,” Dabi retorts, smoke continuing to fall from his fingers. There’s a hunger in his eyes that gives Hawks chills, and he can’t resist the urge to take a step forward, eyes locked on Dabi’s. 

“Right, I remember now, it was something about how I didn’t realize you, Dabi, one of the most powerful villains in the league, were scared off by something as common as a cold.”   

It’s a point-blank challenge, though Hawks can’t even tell why he’s making it. He wasn’t lying, he really doesn’t actually want to give Dabi this wretched cold. But still… something about that look in Dabi’s eyes and his posture, leaning against the wall– it’s damn near flirtatious. 

A single step forward is all it takes before Dabi moves, faster than Hawks can keep track of. First he feels a warm hand grab his wrists, then one against his wing, and before he knows it he’s pinned to the wall. Dabi’s mouth is against his neck, teeth meeting his skin. 

Hawks lets out a low gasp, letting his hands fall idle in their place above his head. The soft burn of Dabi’s heat against his slightly feverish skin is heavenly, and sets each of his nerves alight. 

“Dabs-” Hawks manages to slip out, voice raw with a mixture of this cold and something more personal to them. Dabi recognizes the tone instantly, and leans back, surveying his prisoner. 

True, Hawks could break free without much trouble, even sick, but well. That was hardly the point, now was it. 

Dabi leans forward, letting his charred lips meet Hawks’ mouth. He tastes familiar, and Hawks lets himself melt into the taste, just for a minute. Smoke, something vaguely minty, and a hint of the chapstick Dabi adamantly denies using. 

“W-wait–” Hawks mutters through the kiss, pulling his head as far back as he can manage. Dabi follows him at first, teeth clenching his lip (grinning at the near-moan it gets in reply) but quickly backs off as he gets the message just in time. 

“hH-gNDxt! F-fuck I… hhhh– hk’ntCshh!- D-Dabs you gotta release my haahh… h-hands… hh’kNXgt–chh!” 

Dabi concedes, taking a step back and letting Hawks deal with the mounting situation. Smoke could get to him sometimes if he was already irritated, and it seems this cold was the perfect flame of irritation. 

“hH’ETCShh! ETCHH’uh! Oh fuck- hH’nGXt-chh!” 

Taking pity, Dabi holds out a tissue. It’s crumpled, and torn, but clean. Hawks takes it with a thankful gasp, pitching forward with a harsh double “hHZShh-EZSHh!” into the soft folds, before finally blowing his nose and putting a stop to the attack. 

“That,” Dabi says, a glimmer of greed in his eyes, accentuated by mischief, “Was disgusting.” 

There’s a tone that Hawks can’t quite place, until he glances down. 

“Oh?” It’s congested to all hell, but the teasing nature of it remains squarely in tact. 

“Not a word, bird brain,” Dabi retorts, leaning forward for another kiss. 

Hawks pulls away just before their lips meet, giving Dabi a mischievous grin. “Is that why you were so worried about catching this? Gonna make for some embarrassing moments with the league.” 

“I stand by what I said. You better not fucking get me sick.” 

“hH’eNGxt! Hey, you’re the one kissing me, hot stu-” 

“Oh shut up.” 

Hawks does as he’s told, wrapping his hands around Dabi’s waist and pulling him in close for another greedy kiss. Of the facts about this hothead that he’s learned? This is hardly the most interesting. And hey, maybe this cold can be useful for something after all.

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Your wavs are so wonderful. I love them! Can you say “achoo” through your build up until you actually sneeze?

Thank you so much!~ I'm glad you enjoy~

These are actually some of my favourite requests to hear, I've requested a few myself actually, so I'm happy to fulfill this!~ Might do another longer one at some point, as this is just a short thing~

aaaaaaaand I am currently catsitting, and had a few interruptions from my lovely little friend, so kitty bloopers (and short video of the lil guy) under the cut!

the lil void man himself <3

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Hey, I saw you were doing the fridaysnzchallange and I was wondering if u could do this prompt: “my sneeze has been stuck all day, please make me sneeze”

Sorry if it’s too vague🙏

not too vague! thanks for the request, hope this is what you're looking for! ^^

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Hello! Just wanted to say that reading your fics has reawakened the t/m/a hyperfixation in me. I am loving it so I must thank you for that XD

Since you asked for prompts, would you consider writing J/on trying to push through a massive dust allergy in the archives? Maybe he forgot to take his meds and is still trying to quietly tackle the monumental task of organizing G/ertrude's hellscape of an office by himself. Unfortunately for him, it doesn't go to plan ^v^"

Have a good day/night! 🧡

I'm glad!! it's such a hyperfixation for me too haha~ thank you for the prompt, I hope I managed to do it some form of justice!~ this is early days though, so do be warned that Martin and Jon will not have the uh, more friendly vibes we know of them from later!~ <3 which did actually hurt a little to write ;-;

Malfunctions

The one in which Jon experiences some... bodily malfunctions.

Word Count: 3.5k Characters: Jon, Tim, Martin

“Boss?” 

Jon waves a hand for Tim to enter, barely glancing up from the paper he’s scouring. If he’d have known what kind of state the archives was in when he was offered the position… well he’d still have taken it, but he might have negotiated a better pay. 

“-about it, right?” Tim says, seemingly the end of a sentence, not the beginning. 

Wearily, Jon looks up, groaning softly as he realizes Tim has definitely been talking this whole time. “Apologies, I was… a bit preoccupied. Would you mind repeating that?” 

Tim simply shrugs, giving Jon a winning smile. “It can wait till later. What’s got you so distracted? Another case not workin’ on the laptop?” 

“Quite. It’s frankly unbelievable, the state Gertrude left these archives in.” Jon starts, clenching the paper slightly in his hands. “Boxes and boxes of files and paperwork, all scattered and randomized and don’t make any sort of sense- You’d think someone with such a meticulous system of numbers would bother making it a usable one!”

There’s a slight chuckle from Tim, but Jon hardly even registers it. 

“And then the fact some won’t even record- Not to mention the fact they’re mostly just rubbish fiction, it’s starting to feel like her entire existence was aimed at making my job as difficult as possible,” Jon finally trails off, slightly out of breath. 

Tim chuckles at this, giving Jon a playful smirk. “Much as Gertrude may have been a bit of a waste of an archivist by the end, I don’t really think you can blame her for your laptop not recording properly.” 

“I can blame her for whatever I damn well please…” Jon finds himself muttering under his breath. Tim’s raised eyebrow proves he heard it, but neither of them acknowledge this. Instead Jon simply nods, letting out a long sigh.

“Anyways,” Tim continues, gesturing to the file that- Jon didn’t even notice he was holding. “Found another one fallen behind a shelf, figured you’d want to know about it.” 

Another weary sigh, followed by Jon nodding for Tim to leave it on the nearest pile of boxes. What Jon meant was for Tim to set it on top of the boxes so he could go check it out once he was finished here. What Tim did, however, was drop it on top without a care in the world. 

A plume of dust rises from where the file hits the box, drifting around into the office air. Tim immediately coughs a few times, waving a hand in front of his face in an attempt to clear a bit of it. Jon, on the other hand, winces visibly, fighting the urge to pull his shirt over his face. He settles for running a knuckle under his already twitching nose. The slight itch that he’d been fighting since this morning spreads into a burning tickle, and it takes everything he has not to sneeze. 

“Woah,” Tim exclaims, still coughing slightly. “Bloody hell there’s a lot of dust around here.”

“Seems cleanliness was hardly one of Gertrude’s strengths either,” Jon replies, each word bringing him one step closer to the brink.

Mind over body, he does not have to sneeze. He’s not allergic to dust, and his eyes are not beginning to water. He’s a professional, damn it. And professional archivists, head archivists, are not taken down by something as simple, and common, as dust. 

“I mean I knew it was bad in storage,” Tim continues, seemingly oblivious to the struggle Jon finds himself fighting through. “But I figured at least in your office it would be a bit cleaner.” 

“I haven’t had a chance to get a deep clean done,” Jon retorts, feeling annoyance start to creep into his tone. “I’ve been quite busy, if you hadn’t noticed.” 

Tim holds up his hands in mock surrender, “Right, right, wasn’t making a comment on your work ethic or anything. Honestly I just figured Elias would have sent someone to do it for you or something.” 

“I know,” Jon offers, softening his tone. “I’m sorry. I’m just a bit…”

“Yeah,” Tim replies. His smile is back, but it seems a touch more genuine this time. “We’re all pretty stressed. Gertrude left us a hell of a mess to clean.” 

“Quite literally,” Jon says, giving a small smile of his own. “And yes, Elias did offer, but there’s hardly been a reasonable hour that I haven’t been here cleaning up hehh– her mess.” 

It’s only for a second, but Jon feels his entire body go slack as the sneeze begs to be released, teasing up the edge of his nose. He manages to turn away from Tim enough to pinch his nose for a minute. It does nothing against the deep itch that’s beginning to creep up into his ears and eyes, but at least for now it stalls the sneeze enough for him to turn back. 

Tim, for his part, doesn’t seem to be paying attention. Instead, he’s standing in the doorway, holding up one hand with the other hovering in front of his face. At first, Jon can’t for the life of him figure out what the hell Tim’s doing. Is this some form of practical joke? 

It takes him right up until Tim gasps, with Jon nearly jumping to his feet at the sudden noise, before he realizes. 

“hiehh– hiH’YIESHh’ooo!” 

Jon finds himself damn near envious of Tim. He always seems so carefree and unashamed. Those were never qualities Jon shared, even with something as trivial as this. His own nose throbs fiercely in response. 

“Wheew,” Tim sighs, lowering his hand with a dramatic sniff. “Sorry ‘bout that, not normally that affected by dust, but I guess if there’s enough it’ll get to anyone!” 

There’s a beat of silence, Jon finding himself physically incapable of response. The tickle’s damn near unbearable. His entire being is aching for the release. He knows there’s no point in fighting, it’ll just make it worse when it finally breaks free, but still. A boss should be able to control themselves. The Head Archivist should be able to control their own body. 

“What, no blessing?” Tim mocks playfully after a moment of silence passes. He pauses slightly when Jon still shows no sign of response. Finally, Tim seems to get bored, waving a hand in front of Jon’s face as he chuckles out, “Boss? You still in there?” 

It’s barely a breeze, but the movement is enough to stir the dust in the air around Jon’s face again. Imperceptible to anyone else, but Jon sees the particles begin to swirl. It’s just enough to break his focus, and he hardly has time to pinch his nose before the sneezes begin to break free.

“hh’nGT–! ah’gNDt–!” 

“B-less you boss! See, that’s how you respond when someone sneezes-” Tim begins, trailing off slightly as Jon shows no signs of stopping. 

“ah’gNT–! gNNT’ch-! hh’gNDTchh-! Good lord... h-hehh– ah’dNGT–iuh!” 

“Bless you some more, wow you really-” 

“hH’NNGT-iuh! ah’knDGT-dhh!” 

By this point Tim has the decency to look concerned, reaching across Jon’s desk and pulling the tissues closer. Jon blearily grabs a handful, pausing for a series of desperate sounding hitches before ducking into the pile for a few more tight stifles.

“Damn, boss,” Tim says, seemingly a bit lost for words. If Jon’s misery wasn’t the sole cause, he might even find that a bit entertaining. It’s hardly a common occurrence for Tim to be speechless. 

“‘Scuse mbe. I’b fide-” Jon begins, noticing Tim wince at the congestion in his voice. Can’t really blame him for that. 

“You certainly sound ‘fide’,” Tim mocks gently, moving the tissues closer again. Jon blushes slightly at this, taking a few and turning away politely to blow his nose. Tim, for his part, seems unfazed by this, simply waiting until Jon finishes to resume his taunting. 

“That was a hell of an attack, never knew you were so allergic to dust!” 

“I’m not,” Jon starts, almost by instinct. Tim’s immediate raised eyebrow confirms there’s really no way out of it this time. “Alright, maybe a little, but it’s usually not nearly this bad. I juhh… hehh– eh’GNDt–iuh! Excuse me. Just forgot to take my medication this mor- enGT-uhh! Excuse me. This morning.” 

Tim looks a touch taken aback, staring at Jon with a face Jon can’t quite place. Almost… concern, but with a bit of respect? 

“How do you function like this?” 

“It’s not normally like this,” Jon replies, massaging the brink of his nose gently. “That’s the point of the medication. I simply was in a rush this morning, and it slipped my mind to take.. t- take… hH’ENGT-dhh! ah’kNDt-iuhh! Excuse me. To take some. Then with your little file incident-” 

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that,” Tim interrupts, giving a bit of a smile. It’s equal parts sheepish and mocking. “If I’d known you were so allergic, I’d have been a lot more careful.” 

Jon fights back his lecture about ‘carelessness in the archives’, and instead settles for a deep sigh. “It’s alright. No way you could have. Like I said, it’s usually quite manageable.” 

“Well,” Tim continues, “It’s still quite early. You could run home and grab some medication, I’m sure the archives can survive without you for a quick hour or so-” 

“I appreciate the suggestion,” Jon cuts him off, “but I’m fine. I am perfectly capable of running my archives.” 

Tim simply shrugs. This is obviously a battle he doesn’t feel like fighting. Jon gives his nose another rub, shivering slightly at the lingering tickle that’s steadily only growing worse. 

“Ihh.. If there’s nothing else?” 

“Nope! That was all. I’ll leave you to it,” Tim replies, starting to exit the room. Just before he leaves though, he turns on his heel and gives Jon another winning smile. “Oh, and I’ll be sure to tell Martin to pick up some more tissues.” 

Jon just grimaces, half certain Tim’s simply trying to get a reaction out of him. But knowing the man, he’ll do it just to get some entertainment. Still, telling him not to would just be ensuring it happens. There’s really no winning here. 

Thankfully, Tim closes the door as he leaves, and Jon finally has at least enough privacy to let out another small fit without prying eyes. 

“hH– enGdt-iuh! eh’gNT-uhh! ah’ngxT–! eiH’ZSHhhuh! Good lord…” 

The last one breaks free, and Jon silently hopes Tim was far enough to not hear it. It’s mortifying enough that Tim’s witnessed what he has, he certainly doesn’t need to see or hear anything further. 

Sheer power of will carries Jon through the next two statements relatively uneventfully. Sure, the recording has to be rapidly paused once or twice, but that’s simply a slight malfunction that he quickly corrects. On audio you should hardly be able to tell. 

One such… malfunction, however, does manage to slip onto a tape. Of course it had to be one that would only record on the damn tapes. Jon internally (and perhaps externally) curses the  statements for refusing the digital plane. A slight hint of editing could remove this error in mere moments, as he perhaps did with a few others. Instead, he sighs deeply, ignoring how damn itchy that sigh was, and rewinds the tape. 

“Statement of Elyse Williams regarding unusual activity in her attic. Original statement given March 21st, 2011. Audio recording by Johh…” 

Jon pauses for a second, collecting himself and stalling off the impending interruption. 

“Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Mahh… hH- h’nDGxt–dhh! Christ.” 

The tape clicks off again, and the whirring sound of it rewinding sets Jon’s teeth on edge. Head archivist of the damn Magnus Institute! What kind of archivist, head archivist, can’t even control themselves long enough to record a statement. 

With the next go he manages to make it almost halfway through before another interruption.

“It was then that I saw them, crawling all… all around my… hihh– eh’knDgt! ek’nGDt–dhh! Good lord.”

This time he doesn’t even bother rewinding, settling instead for grabbing a new tape entirely. He’ll record over this tape later, but with so much to rewind… it would simply be a waste of time to do it now. 

“Statement of Elyse Willaims regarding unusual actihh… activity in her attic. Original statement gi- hh’nXGt! given March 21st, 2011. Audio reco- eh’ngDT–dhh! Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head… hhh– Head Ar… Archivistofthe- hk’ZSHHieuhh! Goddamn it!” 

There’s a timid knock at the door, and it takes everything Jon has not to throw something at it. Letting out a low groan, Jon clicks the tape off and calls out, “Come in, Martin.” 

As expected, the door swings open to reveal Martin with a collection of boxes stacked in his arms. He seems to hesitate slightly in the doorway, futilely attempting to control the concern and worry lacing his features. 

“S-sorry to bother you, I was just looking over some of these files and had a few questions about the research you asked me to do- oh, but you’re recording and I should have checked and I’m-” 

Jon sighs loudly, cutting off Martin’s rambling. “It’s fine. I was… taking a break. What are the questions?” 

Martin starts off on them, most of which are fairly trivial and Jon finds his headache beginning to grow. He manages to sneak a couple of silent stifles, passing them off with a light cough or simply timing them when Martin’s preoccupied. 

“Martin-” Jon finally interrupts, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He can pass it off as the headache that he does have, but he can’t help but admit it might have more to do with the blooming tickle. After a pause he continues, “make a list of the questions. Tim and Sasha can handle most of them, and the ones they can’t I’ll answer or pass on for Elias to answer.” 

“Oh, r-right!” Martin stutters, gathering up the boxes into his arms again and heading for the door. He pauses, once again lingering at the entrance. 

“Is there somethh… something else?” Jon asks, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth. The tickle is growing unmanageable, and he has mere minutes to get Martin out of his office. 

Martin’s still standing, fidgeting with the boxes as he seemingly builds up the courage for something. Irritating at the best of times, of which these are decidedly not. Jon can’t help but sigh, though he does notice a slight shudder run through Martin at the sound. 

He can’t linger on this however, as the sigh pushes his nose over the edge and he finds himself ducking into his wrist for a tightly contained- “hk’nGDT!” 

“Oh, bless you Jon!” Martin says. Apparently able to form words now. Perfect timing. 

“Thank you, do excuse me. Now, are you just planning to wait in my office for the remainder of the workday?”  

The tone is harsh, and he knows it. There’s a pang in his chest as Martin’s face falls for a moment, but Jon quickly crushes it. He’s wasting time, and lord knows they don’t have enough of that to spare. They should both be working. The tone is warranted. 

Despite this, Jon finds himself softening slightly when he speaks again. “Is there anything further I can help you with, Martin?”

“N-no, not really, just the questions, I’ll make the list like you said,” Martin rambles, still not moving towards the hall. Jon raises an eyebrow, not missing the way Martin blushes slightly. 

“O-okay… well… yes, there is… well-” 

“hk’gNDt–dhh! Excuse me.”  

“Bless you, that’s actually- that’s uh, that’s actually what I wanted to…” Martin trails off, setting the boxes on the ground and rummaging through one of them. He produces a box of tissues along with a handful of travel packs, and Jon curses Tim under his breath. 

“So I take it Tim told you to… t-to… hk’nGT–dh! Excuse me. Tim told you to bring those?” 

Martin mumbles a blessing, but lets Jon finish his sentence otherwise uninterrupted. There’s another awkward silence as Martin stands frozen, eyes wide as he seems to be running through a million possible answers in his head. 

“He- he did mention something, yeah,” The answer finally comes, Martin blushing slightly again as he places the box on Jon’s desk. “But um… well, you’ve also been- it’s uh, it’s not exactly been… subtle?” 

The tone pitches up towards the end, and Jon feels the heat begin spreading over his own face in return. He wants to say something, make some form of denial, but… he’s not an idiot. And at this point, denial might be a bit out of reach. 

Case in point, Jon finds his breath catching again, his mouth falling open slightly. Martin takes notice of this, and timidly holds out a travel pack, offering a warm smile that Jon merely glimpses as his eyes begin to flutter closed. He accepts them, weighing the embarrassment of accepting help with the mortification of letting this fit out into his hands. 

“Thankyou-” Jon manages, breathy and high, before he ducks into his stapled hands, tissues pressed in them. 

“hH’nDGt–dhh! hk’gnDXt–uhh! Excuse me. Oh god… I’m gon- gonna… hH’DZSHHhuhh! eh’zzZSHhhh’oo! hH’DZSHhhuh!” 

The last of the fit breaks free, and Jon finds himself blushing behind his hands. 

“Bless you a lot, Jon, Christ. Are you alright?” 

“I’b fide-” Jon starts, still from behind his wall of tissues. There’s no point in attempting any discretion now, and he gives Martin an apologetic glance before swivelling in his chair and blowing his nose. It barely helps the itch, but it does help reduce some of the congestion before he speaks again. 

“I’m fine. Please do excuse me, that was-”

“Quite the show!” Martin interrupts, laughter beginning to seep into his tone. It doesn’t feel cruel, nor does it even carry the tone of mocking Jon had grown so accustomed to from Tim. This laughter feels… almost light. As if he’s included in the joke, instead of being the subject of it. Despite himself, Jon feels the hint of a smile ghost his face. 

No. It’s unprofessional, and… he has to be mocking him… just, he’s better at hiding it. That's worse than Tim's blatant lack of respect. At least he doesn't pretend to... to care.

“I suppose. Now, back to work,” Jon says, letting the ice dip into his voice. 

Martin blushes a bit, beginning to stammer again, “R-right, of course, well I just- I mean, I didn’t mean- I’m just- I don’t want to pry but… I wasn’t- uh, are you sure you’re fit to work right now…?” 

The question is almost whispered, Martin’s voice dropping off in what might be… concern? Jon finds himself biting down the urge to reply. To tell Martin that no, he’s not fit to work, he needs to go home, and that he just feels… miserable, to put it frankly. But no, it isn’t concern. It’s… pity. It has to be pity. 

“I am fine,” Jon begins, standing from his chair. “I am more than fit to continue my work, and more than that I am capable of continuing to act as your boss. This is nothing I can’t hahh– hH’NdXGt–dhh! Nothing I can’t handle.”

Martin whispers a blessing, but goes a bit pale while doing so. Jon feels that familiar pang start in his chest, the one that says… maybe you went too far. Honestly, he’s not even sure why Martin brings that out of him. Tim mocks him all the time, Sasha even can cast a glance and throw a joke but… somehow when it’s Martin it just… 

“S-sorry, you’re right, I’m sorry-” Martin’s rambling cuts through Jon’s thoughts just in time for him to see Martin beginning to walk into the hall. 

“No, I’m sorry Marti-” Jon starts, but finds it comes out merely a whisper. The door closes, and he hears Martin’s footsteps retreating down the hall. 

Well, that’s that. Jon grabs a handful of tissues, choosing the box Martin had brought for… well because it’s closer. That’s why. That’s the only reason why. 

He blows his nose a few times, letting out another stray “hH–dnGt’uh!” into the soft folds. After a few rounds of this, he clears his throat, and finds the quality satisfactory. He still sounds a bit rough around the edges, but on such an old device you should hardly be able to tell. 

Clicking on the tape again, Jon starts the statement over from the beginning. Again. He pointedly ignores the guilt beginning to fester in his chest, devoting himself entirely to the recording. He was merely being the boss, doing what he needed to do. Martin was speaking out of turn, and had to be reminded of such. 

Still… he makes a mental note to thank Martin for the tissues next time he sees him. Suppose maybe he’s not entirely useless after all. 

“Right, now then,” Jon says, grabbing his papers and placing the recorder in front of him. 

“Statement of Elyse Willams regarding unusual activity in her attic. Original statement given March 21st, 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.”

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I just wanted to tell you that your posts are so fire, and I know you know that because of all the likes and reblogs you get, but I wanted to be able to tell you personally! Thank you for all your contributions!! <3

I'll have you know I did in fact squeal a little at this-

awhh, thank you!!~ I'm always just so happy when literally anyone else also agrees with/flails over/loves the lil feral things I post since... well, I mostly post them because I'm frothing at the mouth alone in my room~ hahaha~

so!!! genuinely, this has made me so happy!!~ and I very much appreciate the personally/direct 'hey this thing is cool'ness!! i totally get it and do it too, when I'm not waaay too anxious, hehe~ this is so sweet you are so sweet, thank you for this!! (and for enjoying my insanity posts, hehe~) <333

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Hello! I know it’s after Friday but I was wondering if you could do some girly/ high pitched sneezes? Like putting the pitch in the “choo” part of the sneeze? I hope this makes sense lol

Not a problem! It definitely makes sense~ Happy to take lil wav requests anytime anyone has any~ ^^ Thank you for the ask!!

High pitched/choo are a bit difficult for me sometimes without stifling, it just gets so desperate, so I tried my best, but apologies if it's not exactly what you wanted!! Feel free to request again if you want another try <3

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cho//zo....? 🤭

I'm gonna assume this means C/hoso...? but if it doesn't, I'm so sorry!~ this bingo is for 'c/hoso', and if 'cho/zo' is a different character, I don't think I'm familiar <3 (all meant as genuine, not teasing <3 I genuinely want to make sure I'm answering the right character~)

(last bingo in this set so hopefully the spam will go down a little <33)

Bingo sheets under the cut!~ + rambling as always

Choso my beloved aghagh <3 i think as part curse who isn't used to this world, he is just- so allergic to most things. And also just the most sensitive, I put 'weird allergy', it doesn't exactly fit, but I hc so hard that if you touch/stroke/anything on his facial markings, the one over his nose, it gets him so desperately sneezy~ little kitten snz too, that he stifles instinctually, no one taught him he just does it~

I think he gets sick a lot, again, not used to the world, and he does not know/care to take care of himself well enough to prevent it, and he doesn't want to get anyone else sick (especially his 'family') but he also doesn't want to be alone <3

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omg tma!! I started re listening it a few weeks ago and obsessed again. I would love to see some more Elias from you🫣 Your previous fic with him is still one of my favourites

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!~

So I uh... meant for this to be a drabble, but it... got a little out of hand... and it's not very snz heavy, more plot/general sickness heavy, so I apologize if that's not what you had in mind, just kinda went the way it went~

A Betting Man

The one in which Peter bets Elias he won't last the day with the terrible head cold he's 'hiding'. (Definite HUGE spoilers for the M/agnus Archives, so please be aware of that!)

Characters: Elias, Peter, Tim, Rosie ( ft. lonelyeyes + mentions of Jon + Sasha) Word Count: 4.3k

It’s been a long week, even for Elias. Dealing with a new archivist is always a bit of a headache, but especially now with all that’s at stake. Near constant surveillance has left a strain on… what perhaps one could refer to as his ‘eyes’. Jon has required a fair amount of supervision to make sure he stays on the right path- or, shall we say, at the right pace. 

Leaning forward in his chair, Elias allows his face to rest against his hands. Jon’s in the middle of another statement, still adamant to deny his way through the horrors. He’ll be occupied for at least another fifteen minutes. More than enough time for a brief rest. Not a nap, just… a couple minutes to rest his eyes…

“Mr. Bouchard?” Rosie’s voice over the intercom jolts him awake from the waves of fatigue that had been pulling him in. 

Elias hits the button to respond. He barely manages to get the “yes-” out before his voice breaks. He releases the button, ducking into his fist with a harsh cough, before trying again. 

“Yes, Rosie, what is it?” His voice still sounds rough, and he silently curses the nasal quality it possesses. 

“Uh, sorry to disturb you, Tim just has a few questions about some follow up to a statement, but I can tell him you’re busy… or…” Rosie trails off, the hesitation evident in her voice. 

“Well,” a voice sounds out, ringing out like a gunshot in the silent office. “Better not keep him waiting.” 

Familiar as it may be, the sudden nature of the intrusion comes as quite the shock. Elias maintains a white-knuckled grip on his neutral expression as he turns to face the captain, heart pounding in his throat. “Peter, I believe I’ve asked you to announce yourself.” 

“Ah, you did, seems I’ve forgotten again, ever so sorry Elias,” Peter smirks, unfolding himself from the corner he’d been watching from. “Wouldn’t want to step on your toes, what with the watching and all. More your thing than mine, isn’t that right?” 

Elias simply rolls his eyes in response, glancing back to the intercom. Peter follows his gaze, chuckling lightly.

“Peter,” Elias cautions, scanning back over to Jon in his mind. Still caught up in the statement, going on about some form of… meat. Not something Elias needs playing in the back of his mind while dealing with Peter. 

“Rosie’s waiting,” Peter interrupts, pulling Elias’s full focus back onto him. “Shame to leave her hanging, sweet girl and all, just trying to do her job.” 

“If you’d really like me to answer her, you’d leave me alone so I cahh… can do just that.” 

Elias trails off for only a second, feeling the itch that he’d believed quelled earlier this morning start to bubble back to the surface. The cold medicine should have had another few hours left. Seems burning the candle at all ends has its downfalls. 

He still manages to finish strong, fighting off the sensation with a single brush of his finger. It did not, however, go unnoticed. Elias fights back a sigh as the sparkle he’s come to know all too well begins to appear in the sea captain’s eyes. The eager glisten of someone with a bet to propose. 

“We both know you’re perfectly capable of answering her with me in the room. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to be… subtle,” Peter offers, still watching Elias carefully. 

With a deep resignation, Elias hits the button again, informing Rosie to tell Tim he’ll stop by later. She answers with thanks, interrupted by Tim shouting something about ‘right-o double boss!’ in the background. A slightly mortified Rosie repeats her thanks, the intercom cutting off her apologies for the intrusion. 

Elias simply ignores it, turning his attention instead to Peter, still lingering in the office. Not undivided this time though, as Elias feels his nose twitch again. Eager to get this over with, he simply awaits Peter’s proposition. He could attempt to Know it, but with the current state of his head, and the dangerous buzzing in his sinuses, the risk seems to outweigh simply waiting.

“So,” Peter begins, eyes flicking up and down Elias, as if running final calculations. “I’ve got a wager to offer.” 

“I figured as much,” Elias replies, leaning back slightly in the chair and adjusting his suit jacket with feigned disinterest. “But I don’t believe you have anything to offer me that would entice me to accept it.” 

“I have a feeling you’ll take it anyways, Elias.” 

“And whhih.. why iihh- hehh!-” With a desperate sniff, Elias manages to pull back control, fighting back the burning creeping up his nose. 

“Because,” Peter cuts in, looking damn near gleeful at Elias’s struggle. “You’ve always been a betting man.” 

 “hiEh’mMPFfshh-uih!” Elias winces as the sneeze breaks through his control. He barely manages to catch it in the soft folds of his rapidly deployed handkerchief. Peter looks beyond thrilled at this, as if the sneeze itself was some form of acceptance. And– 

“hH’MPFSHh’uh! hiH’MFSHH–oo!” 

They both know it never stops at one. Managing to stall the onslaught with a rough massage of the handkerchief, Elias cautiously lowers it and meets Peter’s eye again. Peter, for his part, offers a blessing. Elias shrugs it off with a grimace. 

“Fine,” Elias says, internally cursing again as his voice scrapes painfully against his ever-worsening throat. “Will taking this bet get you to leave me alone?” 

“I suppose so, if that’s what you’d like,” Peter replies casually. They both know it’s not a hard sell, getting him to be alone. 

“Then get on with it, what’s the wager.” 

“A simple one,” Peter smiles, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk. “If you manage to hide this terrible head cold you’ve picked up from the rest of your staff, then you win!” 

Of course Peter could tell. The medication had picked a lovely time to wear off, but… having this be the focus of such a wager was still… unpleasant. And besides, he had no time for such dramas. Jon was finishing up his statement by now. Elias found himself Knowing that Jon was in fact asking Sasha and Tim for the final reports on the follow up they managed to do. And for that, Tim was still waiting on him. 

With another sigh, this one hitting something on the edge of his lungs and leaving him coughing into his fist, Elias manages to gain enough composure to reply with a mild, “I’m quite the busy man, Peter.” 

“Oh I know you are,” Peter pushes the glass of the water on the desk closer, and Elias gives him a muted thanks. “However, all I’m asking you to do is- well, what we both know you were planning to do anyways. I’m just interested in making a little money on the whole ordeal.” 

“Fine, name your price and then leave me to my work,” Elias replies, managing to stall the coughing with a few sips of the water. 

“Fifty dollars says you get caught before you go home today.” 

“Noted. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” Elias stands from his desk, gesturing Peter towards the door. “I have an appointment with Tim.” 

Peter doesn’t fight this, simply offering a deeply unsettling smile as he folds back out through the door. Only a faint mist clouding the hallway and echoing in Elias’s mind lingers as any proof he was there at all. It soon fades from the doorway, though the fog covering Elias’s thoughts remains. Maybe that one is more from the fever than the visit. 

“mMFhsh’oo!” Elias groans softly into the handkerchief, already feeling the hitching start up again as his eyes begin to water. Never just the one. “mPFShh–eh’MFSHhh’oo!” 

He pulls his hands away, before ducking frantically into his shoulder for a final, “ah’tshhiew!”  that manages to slip through before he can catch it in the cloth. 

Mercifully Peter left before that particular outburst, the pitchy whine of the last burst sending a rush of heat to Elias’s ears. Peter’s never been one to shy away from a good bit of taunting when he gets the opportunity, and this would definitely have served as host to some mocking. 

Making his way down the hall, Elias gives Rosie a polite nod, wincing slightly when she calls out to him. 

“Mr. Bouchard! Sorry sir, just have a couple things to run past you, if you have a moment?” 

“Of course Rosie,” Elias replies, turning slowly to face her with a calculated smile. She means well, and he can’t find it in himself to be upset with her. It’s hardly her fault that he’s unwell, or that he had the misfortune to draw Peter’s attention. 

“I’ll try to make this fast, there’s just a few forms that need a signature, some follow up for you to review- oh! And I almost forgot, Jon was asking about a few different statements.” 

Absent-mindedly beginning to sign the papers, Elias turns his focus to finding Jon. It turns out he’s in artifact storage, looking at something related to a statement, perhaps. It’s not an inconvenient spot for him to be, should make the meeting with Tim go a lot smoother. 

“Sir?” Rosie says, hesitantly. Elias manages to pull himself back, finding it harder than it should be. This fever seems to be worsening by the minute. 

“My apologies, I’m a touch… preoccupied,” Elias pauses briefly, feeling the all too familiar sensation start buzzing in his nose once more. He manages to stall it with a quick rub. Rosie doesn’t seem to notice, too busy looking down at her stack of paperwork. 

“Oh, I’m sorry sir! There’s just the follow ups, and Jon’s questions-” 

“Please leave those follow ups on my desk, I’ll get to them after I go and see Tim. As for Jon, I’ll pop by his office and talk to him myself,” Elias cuts her off, keeping the smile on his face as gentle as he can manage. 

Rosie smiles back, nodding and jotting down a few notes on her pad. Elias nods his thanks, then making a few polite excuses, takes his leave. He barely makes it down the hall before the buzzing becomes all consuming. Handkerchief long forgotten at his desk, he settles for pressing his wrist to his nose, and attempting to stifle the onslaught. 

“ek’ngt-chh! eh’dngt! –nngdt’chh! hihh… hh’ngKT’chh–oo!” 

The last breaks through with a whiny exhale, spreading the fevered flush deeper into his cheeks. He’d always taken a sense of pride in his control, both of himself and those around him. Part of being alive, and in power, as long as he has, it comes with the territory. But this cold was determined to rob him of any decorum he had left, it seemed.

Mercifully it seems no one witnessed this outburst either, but his charade of health is rapidly deteriorating. Elias lets another internal curse slip, this time it nearly passes his lips. Discreetly wiping a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead, he continues down the hall towards Tim. 

Elias’s specific brand of Knowing has its advantages, not the least of which being the ability to find any employee whenever necessary. In this case it’s walking up behind Tim pouring himself a coffee in the kitchen. 

“I heard you wanted to speak to me, Tim?” Elias says, voice cutting through the silence. He admittedly revels a little in the shudder that runs through the (much) younger man’s spine. 

“Double boss,” Tim collects himself fast, giving one of his patented charming smiles. It’s no wonder the– well, everyone, falls for it so fast. “Uncanny how you can sneak up on someone like that! Have you thought about going into the surprise birthday planning business?” 

“I… don’t believe that’s a thing,” Elias replies patiently, offering a contained smile. It’s never a good idea to put off one’s subordinates so soon. Keep them in line? Of course. But this early on, respect and fear are both key weapons to wield. 

Tim chuckles, pouring a frankly outrageous amount of cream and sugar into the coffee before giving it a light stir. “Well if it isn’t, it should be!” 

“I think I’ll leave the party planning to you, though I’ll always find some time to stop by for a piece of cake.” 

“And you’ll always be welcome, you’re the big boss after all!” Tim smiles again, though Elias can see every ounce of sarcasm plastered throughout the grin. While he may not match Tim when it comes to charm, he far surpasses him in skills when lying is at play. He’s had much more practice, after all. 

Biting down the urge to cough again as his throat objects to the prolonged usage, Elias steadies himself with a firm, “I was told you wanted to see me? If you wouldn’t mind getting to the point, I do have other matters of which to attend…” 

“Oh, right!” Tim starts, setting down his coffee and reaching over to the table for a couple files. Elias takes this moment to duck into his wrist, managing a pair of completely silent stifles. Another trick his years have let him hone, though each new body seems to take a varying amount of time to reach perfection.

“hk’ndGT-uh!”  

This one, unfortunately, is deeply uncooperative, letting the final sneeze escape into a strangled noise. Tim doesn’t seem to have noticed, busy rustling through the files. He’s obviously looking for something. It would be much easier to simply Know, and just give Tim the answer before even hearing the question… but that draws too much attention. He’ll just have to wait it out. 

Since he’s standing here anyways, Elias takes the chance for a quick peek at Jon. He seems to have settled himself back into his office, clicking away at his computer as he translates a few statements over to the device. Hardly interesting work, they’re certainly not anything worthwhile, but they should give him something to do for the rest of the afternoon. 

“Boss?” Tim’s voice pulls him back, and Elias attempts to focus on the file being held out to him. Attempts, and fails. 

Instead, all he manages to do is offer a half strangled noise, and sway slightly on his feet. Tim, to his credit, is quick to react; pulling out a chair and leading Elias gently into it. 

“That’s quite alright,” Elias protests, attempting to stand before quickly thinking better of it. He plays off the attempt as merely changing position, crossing one leg over the other. “It was just a touch of dizziness, haven’t been sleeping enough lately, what with Jon in his new position and all. A lot of late nights, as I imagine the rest of you are pulling as well.” 

Tim’s face is nearly unreadable. Elias almost considers Knowing his feelings, but given how poorly checking in on Jon just went, he’s not eager for a repeat performance. 

Instead, he settles on raising carefully to his feet, and steadying Tim with a polite but firm look. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Now, the files? I believe I mentioned it before, but I have quite a lot to do.” 

With a small nod, face still tightly guarded, Tim lets his gaze drop down to the files, collecting the papers he’d been holding out before. He hands them over to Elias, who recognizes quite quickly that they all feature connections to some rather big donors. This must be why Tim wanted his input before continuing. He had given Jon quite the talking to for digging in too far the other day. 

“The trails of these follow ups have led to some interesting places,” Tim begins, going on some rant about Jon’s persistence, Sasha’s lack of interest in hard work, and more meaningless drama. He’s just started on something about ‘needing a contact in the law office down the block’ when Elias feels the all too familiar tickle beginning to reemerge.

He isn’t going to be able to get away without making his departure all too obvious. No room for polite excuses or subtly in this moment, so with a slight grimace, he makes his move. 

“So sorry, please excuse me for a sehh- second.” 

Tim pauses, just beginning to ask if everything’s okay when Elias turns into his wrist, bending at the waist ever so slightly as he ducks away with a tightly contained “ih’gnDt!” 

“Oh- bless yo-” Tim starts, getting cut off by a wave from Elias, still hitching rapidly into his wrist. 

“N- nohhht… d- done… hk’nNgtchh! ih’mMFSShhh’uh! mMPFSHh! ih’MMPFShhh–oo!” 

“Christ, bless you boss! Quite the show there,” Tim laughs, clearly not too worried about mocking his superior. Normally Elias might chastise him a touch for that, but now doesn’t seem the time for such things. Instead, he merely offers thanks, grabbing a tissue from the counter and attempting a polite blow. 

There is a slight wince from Tim at this, Elias mimicking the action as his sinuses throb at the action. The dull ache spreads further throughout his head, and the world seems to spin as Elias pulls himself back to his full height. Tim’s still looking on, a touch concerned, and Elias offers a vague wave.

“Apologies, the dust down here still tends to get to me sometimes, even after these years.” 

There’s a brief pause, Tim seeming to consider this explanation, before the tension melts from his posture and it’s right back to the rambling. It’s much different from Martin’s brand. That seems to be more about nerves, his mouth moving faster than he can keep up with. Tim’s is more calculated, seemingly just enjoying the sound of his own voice. “Seems to happen to loads of people. They’re used to a much cleaner standard I think, the libraries seem to be cleaner at least, and it’s often a bit of a shock I think for people to see what disarray we’re in! I mean hell, I’ve succumbed to a few attacks of my own, and Jon– christ, you should have heard him when he first started emptying out those boxes. Nearly dragged him out by his collar a few times, just to make sure he didn’t stop breathing.” 

“And I thank you for that,” Elias interrupts with a polite smile. “Not eager to have to fill the role again quite so soon.” 

Tim chuckles a bit, but generally seems to be a bit lost in his own thoughts. Recalling memories of those first few weeks, Elias supposes. Or, shall we say, Knows. The knowledge leaves him a bit dizzy, but nothing nearly so bad to knock him off his feet this time. Tim snaps out of it quickly, returning to his line of questioning about donations, funding, and… things that sounded to be walking a fine line of legality. 

Elias gives the proper responses; a smile here, nod there, yes or nos when appropriate, some casual conversation when there’s nothing to comment on past a vague nicety. Eventually Tim finishes with his questions, Elias offering what knowledge he had– or rather, what knowledge he reasonably could have. 

“So if that’s all,” Elias says, relief beginning to spread through him as the end of this meeting draws tantalizingly close. “I’ll be getting back to my desk, and you should get back to work as well. There are still plenty of hours left in the day.” 

“Not much for me to do until Sasha gets back,” Tim starts, but Elias quickly cuts him off with a click of the tongue. 

“I’m sure Jon could always use a hand, perhaps you can go get a few more boxes to pack up the statements he’s already been through.” 

“Or,” Tim strings out the word, giving a tilted grin. “I could go help Sasha with some very important research.” 

This thinly veiled attempt at getting off work would, once again, normally deserve some form of response. The least Tim could do is pretend to be working, put a little effort into the charade. But between the chills beginning to work their way up his spine, and the consistent itch that won’t leave him be, Elias finds himself with bigger things to focus on. 

“Do what you will, just make sure you gehh– get your work done before you leave for the day.” 

The single hitch breaks through his focus, Elias fighting it off with the last of his resolve. Tim doesn’t let this one slide past though, reaching over and moving the tissues closer with a touch of a smirk on his face. Apparently eager for another display from the boss. Even as much as he despises the vulnerability, Elias can’t say the… voyeuristic side doesn’t hold its own appeal. 

It’s hardly up to him though, he’s been denying the whims of this cold for far too long it seems, and luck has run out. With the last bit of control he has left, he manages to grab a handful of the tissues Tim had so kindly pushed within reach, ducking into them as the fit finally breaks through.

“hH’RRSHHhoo!”

“Woah, bless you boss, that wa-” 

Elias cuts him off with a shake of his head, still hitching desperately into the tissues. 

“N- never… nehh… never just… hK’TZSHHhoo! eh’RZSHhhoo! Christ, I cahh… can’t– eh’RSHHh’oo! hh’ETZSHhhiiew!” 

The last one comes out more whiny than the rest, Tim at least having the decency to look concerned at the change of pitch. Elias manages to watch him through watery eyes, finding it almost amusing how arguably the most charismatic of his employees seems absolutely lost as to what he should be doing. In his defense, at this stage, there isn’t much to do but ride it out. 

“ih’EZSSH–EZSHH’oo!” The pair stumbles over each other, but leaves Elias with a long enough gap to grab another handful of tissues. He manages to get off a quick blow, wincing synchronously with Tim at the noises it produces. Not like he has much ability to save any dignity now. 

Thankfully, it seems to have stopped the attack, and Elias sinks himself back into the chair Tim had pulled out for him earlier, exhausted. Really quite astounding, with how far the modern world has come, still a cure for the common cold remains out of reach. 

“Christ, boss, bless you,” Tim offers, Elias startling a bit as he comes to the sudden remembrance he’s not alone. 

“Thagk you,” Elias replies, once again leaving them both wincing at his rapidly deteriorating state. If he didn’t know better, Elias would think Peter somehow caused this illness to behave in this fashion. Alas, he does know better. And, for that matter, Know better. This state of rapid decline is par for the course in this body. It seems to have a quite poor immune system. Unfortunately not something he can blame Peter for. 

“I think you’re running a fever,” Tim pauses, seeming to, for the first time, truly take in Elias’s appearance. “A pretty bad one too, I’d guess.” 

Elias pauses, face calm as he weighs his options. It’s almost certain the bet’s lost now. The other symptoms he could probably have waved off as more dust related problems, but a fever… that’s hard to pin on a mere sensitivity, or even an allergy. 

Still, the bet’s not his main concern. Maintaining his careful balance of fear and respect requires a lot of maintenance. Being seen this unwell, this vulnerable, that certainly could tip the scales into unwanted territory. 

“I’b–” Clearing his throat, Elias attempts some semblance of normal sounding speech, though the edges of his words still hold that heavy congested tone. “I might be a touch under the weather, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I appreciate your concern, but all I need is a good night's sleep, and I should be good as new.” 

It seems a mutual agreement that that statement was a lie, and that neither of them is going to be the one to point that out. Tim offers a vague shrug, mutters something sarcastic under his breath about ‘not being Martin’, followed by something about ‘spreading the plague to the whole office’, but generally leaves without much of a fuss. 

The fussing, no doubt, will come in the form of a salt-tinged sea captain waiting in his office. Elias doesn’t even have to Know, to know that one. 

As he makes his way upstairs, shrugging off Rosie’s concerns with a tight, yet friendly, dismissal, Elias finds himself hurrying to duck into his office before the–

“hh’atshhew! at’shhoo! Christ.”  

“Bless you, Elias.” 

Elias turns to face the voice, accepting the handkerchief it offers out to him. “You knew I’d lose, dihh… ah’tzshh’oo! atschhew! heh’RRSHh’oo! Bloody hell.” 

“And again,” Peter smirks. 

“Didn’t you?” Elias finishes, keeping an eye on the figure standing next to his chair.

“Of course I did,” Peter replies, nonchalant as ever. “Rosie had you clocked since this morning. You had lost before you even accepted. Surprised someone of your standing didn’t… Know that already. Still, it was quite entertaining, watching you attempt to hide it for so long.” 

Elias simply rolls his eyes, blowing his nose for what is almost the first real time today. It leaves him breathless, and he follows it with a second, then third. He takes more than a hint of enjoyment from the looks of concern that flash across Peter’s face.

Placing a fifty on the table, Elias sinks into his chair, finally beginning to let down his guard under Peter’s watchful gaze. He puts up little resistance when strong arms guide him up, and over to the small couch in the corner of his office. The lack of resistance continues as those same arms pull him down, laying him carefully across the couch, head resting lightly on Peter’s lap. 

No words are spoken between them, but then again, they never really needed such things.

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Could I maybe request a sick fuku/zawa drabble? Thank you so much for always doing these for everyone <33

awhh, ofc!! I love filling requests when I can, it makes me feel so good to be able to bring to life something someone wants to see!~ Hopefully this lil drabble is enjoyable, sorry it took a bit!~ <33

1kish words, feat: F/ukuzawa, A/tsushi, D/azai, and briefly T/anizaki & K/enji~ --------------------

“You look awful-” 

The words slip from Atsushi’s mouth before he can stop them, the world coming to a standstill as Fukuzawa gives him that familiar deadpan expression. 

“N-not how I meant it to come out….” Atsushi squeaks, shrinking into himself and giving a sheepish smile. “I just meant- you don’t… seem well? Are you sure you should be here today..?” 

“I appreciate the concern,” Fukuzawa states, his voice collected and level, even despite the rasp along the edges of it, “but I am perfectly capable of deciding to come into work at my agency. If I was not in a fit state, rest assured, I would still be at home.” 

Atsushi just nods, slinking back to his desk. Alright, it wasn’t exactly a reprimand, but maybe it’s not his place to question the president. No- no not maybe, it definitely isn’t his place. 

“RRZSHH’uh!” 

The sneeze makes Atusushi jump, Kenji and Tanizaki giggling a bit from their desks behind him. 

“Sorry,” Fukuzawa offers, giving an unreadable glance over to Kenji and Tanizaki (who immediately stop giggling). “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“O-oh it’s, it’s totally okay sir, s-sorry for getting startled!” 

There’s a very failed attempt at a contained snort from behind him, and Atsushi debates jumping out the window. He’s a weretiger, his body will heal faster than his pride… 

“No need for that,” Fukuzawa cuts in, pausing Atsushi’s escape plans for the moment, “now, unless there’s anything else you need,” he glares over behind Atsushi, and the muffled giggles stop, “get back to work.” 

“Yes s-”

“RRSHH– RZSHHHH’iuh!” 

“Bless you!” 

Fukuzawa winces, wrist still pressed to his face. Atsushi quickly takes action, grabbing the tissues from the desk and holding them out. Fukuzawa accepts thankfully, and Atsushi turns away to give him a bit of privacy to clean up. 

“That didn’t sound good,” comes a voice from the hall, Atsushi and Fukuzawa turning in unison to see Dazai leaning against a wall. He’s wearing a familiar expression of playful disinterest, but Atsushi doesn’t miss how his eyes scan over the President, clearly evaluating his state. 

“I’m-” Fukuzawa starts, but breaks off into a harsh cough that leaves his lungs rattling slightly as he attempts to maintain composure. While being, Atsushi guesses, about ten seconds from hitting the floor. 

“You know,” Dazai calls again, sliding into the room in something akin to a cat stalking its prey. “A wise man once told me,” 

Atsushi pauses, eyes snapping between the two men engaged in some sort of… standoff? He waits for the words of wisdom, matching breaths sucked in behind him as the whole office seems to be caught in a standstill. 

Fukuzawa meets Dazai’s eye, pulling himself to his full height, coughing subsided for now. He gives a gesture to continue, a single eyebrow raising slowly.

“He said ‘Dazai, you are the best employee we have-”

“I don’t believe that-” 

Dazai holds up a hand, giving a dramatic tilt of his head, “Please, let me tell it as I remember, it was… the most heartfelt thing I’ve ever been told.” A single tear rolls down his face, and Atsushi has to manually close his jaw, risking a peek to find Kenji beaming behind him, eyes full of wonder locked on Dazai. 

Fukuzawa groans slightly, but nods again, rolling his eyes almost imperceptively. He muffles another harsh “RZSHHMPFH– RRSHhh’uh!-” into his sleeve, grimacing slightly as he reaches with his free arm for another handful of tissues. 

“Thank you, thank you. Now, as I was saying,” Dazai continues, stepping forward with an exaggerated wave of his hand, “A great man once told me, ‘Dazai, you are the best worker I’ve ever seen, and because of that, I must impart on you this advice, my most trusted and beloved employee’-”

Everyone is on the edge of their seats, except, Atsushi notes, Fukuzawa, who looks as if he’s well aware where this is going, and is resigned to the dramatics of Dazai being how they have to get there. He simply pulls the tissues to his nose, attempting to (poorly) stifle the next “RZSH-NGT’uh!”. Some form of… politeness, Atsushi guesses, despite Dazai’s… theatrics, Fukuzawa’s still trying to allow him room to finish without further interruption. 

“The advice of which was,” Dazai pauses again, this time Atsushi rolls his eyes with a deep sigh. ‘Oh my god,’ he finds himself thinking so loud it’s almost audible, ‘get to the point already…’ 

“‘You’re of no use to anyone else if you can’t even take care of yourself,’” Dazai finally finishes, voice steadily quiet. He turns at that, facing Fukuzawa, and gives a look that’s so raw and unmasked that Atsushi looks away on instinct, cheeks burning as if he’d just witnessed something intimate he shouldn’t have. In a sense, he supposes, he did. 

“And!” Dazai adds, swivelling back around to face the room with his normal grin, “We have unlimited sick days!” 

“That’s not tr-” Fukuzawa starts, voice cutting off into a gasp as he turns back to his, now utterly ruined, handful of tissues for another throat-scraping, “RRZSHHh’uh!” 

“He didn’t deny it!” Dazai calls out in a sing-song voice, casting a wink towards Atsushi, who gives a terrified smile, and suddenly finds the floor incredibly interesting. 

He only breaks that stance when Fukuzawa starts coughing again, Atsushi moving into range to whisper, “Hey, he’s not wrong, you know. I- I know it’s not my place but- if you don’t take care of yourself, th-then…” 

“No,” Fukuzawa starts, then softens his tone and gives Atsushi a measured, yet gentle, look. “I know. You’re both right. I shouldn’t have… I should have listened to you earlier, I’m. I am sorry.” 

“Hey,” Atsushi starts, smiling, “no worries about that! All I care about is you getting better.” “rRZSSHH’uh! RRT’SZHH–oo! guhh…” 

“Now uh- h-how about I help walk you out..?”  Fukuzawa gives a tight nod, leaning a bit of his weight against the arm Atsushi holds out.

“And-” Atsushi continues, “I’ll tell Kunikida to handle the office until you get back, between him and Ranpo, this place will run just fine without you!”

There’s a brief pause, panic beginning to overflow as Atsushi’s eyes widen, realizing what he just said. “W-wait, sorry that’s- that’s not what I meant, we absolutely need you here, I wasn’t trying to-”

“Atsushi.”

“Y-yes sir…?”

Fukuzawa turns to him, a soft smile crossing his stern features. “Thank you.”

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Hi!! I LOVED your wav from last week’s fridaysneezegame!!🫣💖

Could you try some apologetic sneezes?

Like “I’m so sorry, but I hah hafta snehhze!!”

Or “Wow!! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me! Carry on!”

Thank you so much!! ^//^

I absolutely can, thank you for the request! Hopefully this is what you had in mind! ^^

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Who are your favorite artists/writers in the community?

I see this one has been going around!! I actually got two, so forgive me for answering only just the one, but thank you both for sending this in!! Absolutely gonna emphasis *favourite*, not best, so I'm CERTAIN I'm gonna miss people that I just haven't seen

Okay so this is gon be a long list, and tagging people is scary so I really apologize if any of you didn't wanna be tagged <3 and I'm certain to miss a few, so if I don't mention you, please know that you're still amazing and it doesn't mean I don't melt to bits at your content!!!~ <3

(also gonna include a few wav makers bc that's honestly an art too!!! and i feel they deserve to be praised for that!!~)

(and gonna copy snzdreams here <3) People I know/Friends:

--- @onetrickponi is an absolute TREASURE, not only so kind and fun, but also genuine triple threat, despite what her name suggests~ --- @zensations35 one of the BIG names on here, at least to me~ someone I've adored for years, such a kind person too!! Not super close, but adore her!~ --- @snzdreams Absolute dear, and SUCH a fun person, and honestly honestly honestly the best g/ojo writer ive ever had the pleasure of reading, girl i stg that closet fic will live with me forever --- @bestwhumpist SOOOOO good!!! and so sweet, i have the honour of calling you a friend and also the honour of enjoying your WORK bc mmm girl yes --- @ithadtobesneezing also one of the sweetest people, so many people on here are so sweet and it makes me insane, and SUCH a good writer, like hello??? hi???? made me fall in love with y/uta i swear --- @6pmsoup AMAZING art like AMAAZZZINNGGG art, looks so good i'd swear it was straight from a manga --- @hachiibun some of my favourite art on this entire site, hachii is not only INSANELY impressive, also so nice!!! genuinely amazing~ --- @goodlucksnez makes some REALLY good wavs, and Vic is also such a kind and fun person!~ --- @ezynse REALLY good fics, personally seen a few a/ce a/ttorney ones making the rounds, but also just a funny and sweet person~ --- @lycheeehehe made this one w/olfwood drawing that made me feel things AND AND AND then also made a list of hcs for t/oji and ik hcs arent what you asked but literally made me insane over this man --- @devilscastle69 THE h/otwings writer on A/03, absolutely go check them out if you like h/otwings, some AMAZING stuff on there!! (also just such a cool person hi <3) --- @themiseryandcompany older fics but SOOO worth it, tasty lil morsels, and also one of my first friends on here!!! so adore her forever <3 --- @snzluv3r hi so honestly this one is so hguahguh for me to admit but some of the hottest wavs on here, and more than that!! literally a sweetheart, SUCH a sweet person!~ <33

People I don't know, but really appreciate:

--- @whiskey-tango-matcha such good stories about their lil guy ocs, they're SO alive and I honestly feel like they're characters from a published media with how much I know them and feel certain of them!! --- @autumnsneezes some of the best wavs (and snzs) that i've heard, absolutely amazing!!~ --- @gemsden some REALLY good content over here, mostly just posts with vague ideas, but some writing too!~ and just sooo good!~ --- @kotyonoksnz literally SUCH amazing art, released a few comics of it, and SPOILED snzblr with a beautiful h/azbin partial one, absolutely incredible art!!

omg this has been SO long im so sorry!! and im so sorry if i missed someone/you, i PROMISE it doesn't mean I don't love your stuff, just means i forgot T-T but I hope the length (and tags) are alright, and thank you for asking non!!~

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Random glomp time 🫶🏻 sending hugs, even if you don't need them.

did in fact almost start crying- god thank you, this was- yeah, i needed this, love you~ ����🫂💗

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18 and one other dealer’s choice for the ask meme, since I can’t keep track of which ones you have and haven’t answered haha! -w1ngxd

no worries, hahaha!~ I totally get that, thanks for the ask!!!~ under the cut bc spam blahblahblah

(18) How many blogs are you following? BONUS: Are they all snz blogs?

An even 50 actually!~ checked that just a bit earlier, haha!~ and yes, they are all snzblogs, orrrr at least snzblog-related??? some are a bit more vaguely sick/whump/snzblog than specifically snz, but nothing outside of that realm~

Dealer's Choice: (12) Colds vs Allergies (you knew it was coming) and why.

picked this one bc i haven't answered it and well- it's kinda easy hahahaha~ I am very much an allergies girlie~ colds I never liked at all until i got on snzblr, and now I have a lovely appreciation in media, but contagion and mess and such things are not for me at all, and the caretaking aspects are sweet but not hrny, so I will always be an allergies girl <333 god just- the idea that something can just. make someone snz. a lot. their body goes "oh? this thing means we must snz a lot" and that's just. insane to me. that's so hot idk how more people don't find that insanely hot if I'm honest- hahahaha!~ and it generally has less of the symptoms that a cold comes with that i dislike, though overall itchiness of eyes/ears/throat is not my thing, but yes!! allergies girl <3333 through and through <3333