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A sickie who- "end of cold edition"

A sickie whose sinuses just won't unclog even after a week and is left sniffling miserably-

A sickie whose cough went from dry and ticklish to deep and wet

A sickie who still feels the weight of the congestion in their sinuses (and as a consequence hasn't gotten their full hearing back)

A sickie whose nose is now clear and is super sensitive to strong smells

A sickie who feels better but lots of movements can remind them they still need to rest a little bit

Basically a sickie who is not quite sick anymore but still is a little~

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An anxious caregiver that fusses and worries over every sniffle or sneeze from their sickie, who lovingly reassures them that they'll be fine, its just a cold.

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we all pretty much agree C/r/owley sneezes when he’s blessed, right? 

imagine fetish!A/z/iraphale purposefully blessing him while he sleeps, so that the demon sneezes himself awake.

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guys i'm like hella sick kjfdgnkfd idk what got me but I've been with all the flu symptoms today someone wrap me like a burrito in a mattress and throw me off the window please

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i love the idea of someone faking sick not to get care/attention for themselves but because their partner NEEDS to slow down and take a break, or they NEED to feel needed. like the only way they’ll get their partner to stay home and relax is if they themselves fake being unwell because their partner will drop everything in a split second to care for them. or their partner has been feeling really down lately and needs a confidence booster, needs to feel needed for something, so they fake ill and act a little more needy and attention seeking, asking small things like “could you get me that box of tissues?” “could you make me some soup?” “could you get me an ice pack?” “could you bring me some water?” “could you put on some water for tea?” “could you get me some more blankets?” small small small things but they make their partner feel useful. idk. i love those

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HAPPY JUNE 15TH, EVERYONE!!! Here is the official Sicktember 2025 Prompts list!

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Sicktember Prompts Text Version:

“It’s the middle of the night, why are you up?”

Forced to go to school/work while sick 

“Why are you so sweaty?” 

Pneumonia 

Worst possible timing 

The boy who cried sick

“There’s a frog in my throat,” 

Aches and pains 

“Get your butt back in back!” 

Red eyes 

No known cure 

“You’re adorable when you’re sick,” 

Chronic Illness 

Bedridden 

“This is the worst headache of my life,” 

Misery loves company 

Infection

“We’re going to the hospital,” 

Stomach ache 

Fever Nightmares

“I’ll make you some tea,”/tea 

Sobbing 

Overdoing it 

“I feel like I’m dying,” 

Medicine

Slow Recovery Time

“I’m sick, not stupid!” 

Ghostly Pale

Came back worse/round two 

“You’re too sick to (blank)

Alt Prompts:

Gentle Back/Belly Rub

Warm Bath

“I want my (comfort item),”

Lullaby

“I love you,”

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Yoooooo characters who rush recovery. Passing out because they’re trying to run around the day after a high fever breaksssss 💖

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Everyone’s talking about stuffy deep voices with a cold but no one is talking about raspy dry voices with horrible voice cracks and squeaks. No ones talking about completely lost voices that no matter the gender sound in dire need of a warm tea or a comfortable soup.

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Day 9: Sweaters (Cr/owley, G/ood O/mens)

Summary: A/ziraphale has been looking forward to dinner plans. Cr/owley’s demonic immune system decides otherwise.

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“Crowley, darling, are you planning on being a snake all evening?”

Snakes cannot blink or shut their eyes, but the snake blinked sleepily up at Aziraphale anyway. This was because Crowley did not care for the nature of physics, unless it was related to the creation of stars, which he hadn’t had occasion to do in well over four thousand years. Because of this, and because he was wanted to be, he was the kind of snake who could, despite all logicalities, blink.

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows at his demon and tapped his foot. The bookshop around them seemed timeless, but Aziraphale, being an angel, was very good with time when he wanted to be. It was rare that he did in fact want to be, but he made an exception for food. “Our reservation is in an hour, my dear. You may wish to change back.”

The snake distinctively rolled its eyes, then slithered up Aziraphale’s arm, tucking itself into the crook of his elbow like a cuddly, scaly cat. Aziraphale was wearing a sweater today, one of his softer ones, and the snake nearly disappeared amidst the fuzzy charcoal gray fabric. The snake made an unnatural hissing noise, not wholly unlike a purr, and rubbed its head along the sweater.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said irritably. “I can’t stay in these clothes for our dinner. You need to let me up so I can change.”

The snake flicked its tongue out in an unmistakably mocking motion, then slithered out of Aziraphale’s arm and onto the middle of the floor. There, it melted into a demon. Crowley still wore his shades, as always, but he was dressed, oddly enough, in the softest cream-colored sweater in Aziraphale’s wardrobe. The angel did not notice this, or how Crowley shivered a little from the bookshop’s cool air.

“Angel,” began Crowley, whose voice sounded thick and strange, “do we really need to go out for dinner?”

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes. “I have been looking forward to this for hours,” he warned, standing up from the couch, “ever since a spot… ‘miraculously’ opened up for us. Just because you don’t always enjoy the concept of eating—”

“It’ss rough,” Crowley said. “On a haplesss demon’ss throat.”

“Hapless! Really, darling—”

The demon fiddled with his shades, glancing at Aziraphale uncertainly through the lenses. “It’s only,” he said, “that I rather feel…”

“Yes?” the angel snapped.

“…sssick,” Crowley admitted, his tongue sliding slowly over the “s” noise. This was always a sign of heightened emotion or off-ness for him, though it sometimes escaped Aziraphale’s notice.

This time, it didn’t. He raised an eyebrow and reached out with one hand to take Crowley’s. It was often nearly ice-cold, for snakes are cold-blooded, but now Crowley’s hand was hot in his own. Unnatural, that. “How long have you been feeling poorly?” he inquired.

Crowley’s fingers curled around his instinctively, and the demon shuffled closer. “Not long,” he sniffed, the congestion in his voice recognizable now. “There was a demon at the records shop. One of those plague-focused ones, gives out colds and lingering coughs and such. He might’ve done it just to ruin my day.”

“The fiend,” Aziraphale murmured. “Your throat, darling?”

“Bit raw,” he confessed. His nose was growing pinker by the second, more and more obvious underneath those dark red glasses. He rubbed at his irritated nostrils, frustrated by a tickle that had re-emerged after lying dormant during his time as a snake. It promptly fought back and sent him doubling over with a tiny, damp sneeze. “hh’issschh!”

“Oh!” Aziraphale said, startled. “Bl—oh, but I shouldn’t. You poor dear.”

Crowley only sniffled and cupped a hand over his nose and mouth, muffling another small, wet, “hh’ksshh!”

“Bl—oh, drat.”

“Sss’okay, angel,” Crowley mumbled, rubbing fiercely at the underside of his pink, pointed nose. He rubbed underneath his eyes and removed his sunglasses, exposing bleary, watery eyes. “Ugh, my head.”

Aziraphale reached up and dragged a thumb across Crowley’s cheek, biting his lip when going over Crowley’s swelling sinuses caused the demon to flinch. “Perhaps… well, I suppose our reservation could wait for a night when we both feel up to going.”

“Really?” Crowley asked unsurely. Aziraphale never canceled dinner plans for anything. He’d made a habit of dining at the Ritz whenever a near-apocalypse occurred, after all.

But the angel nodded. “After all,” he acknowledged, “I can always miracle up a new one whenever we’re ready. In fact, I believe the one we had is about to go to a very sweet couple celebrating their fiftieth anniversary.”

“Blech,” said Crowley, who was, after all, a demon. “Sentimental tripe. Fiftieth anniversary? Sounds like murder.”

“But darling,” Aziraphale said with a smile, “what are we on now? Four thousandth? No, more than that, surely.”

Crowley’s lips parted with surprise. “Angel, us meeting doesn’t count as—”

“Hush, dear, we’ll discuss the math of it later,” Aziraphale said firmly. “Now. Perhaps you’d like to be a snake again? You can sit in my lap and I’ll read aloud.”

Aziraphale read aloud the way one might expect a lifelong passionate reader to do so—doing high-pitched, terrible voices, skipping and stumbling in his haste to get to the best parts, and too enraptured by the books to get it to sound perfect. Still, Crowley loved to listen to the comfort of his voice. 

The demon nodded, turning aside with another, “h’tsschh!” squelched into his cupped palms. He started to hitch, but scrunched up his nose, resigned to looking rather ridiculous while doing it, until the tickle went away. Snuffling, he melted into a snake with all the abruptness of a sickly demon trying to escape very congested humanlike sinuses. 

He slithered up Aziraphale once again, settling over the angel’s shoulders like a mink stole. Aziraphale only gave him a small, secret smile, then sat back down on the couch and retrieved his book. As he started to read, the snake curled into the warmth of Aziraphale’s shoulders, the softness of his sweater, and the comforting sensation of his voice in Crowley’s ears.

His eyes were shut before Aziraphale had even finished a paragraph.

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looking-after-your-sick-demon-at-christmas-time-core

also just going to call this the "boxes of tissues" prompt from the sickmas list

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A Little Comfort and Care

Hi @actinium-hydroperoxyl This is your fic from your Santa who wishes to remain anonymous!! Note from them below:

Please let the person know that their secret santa (me) was not familiar with any of their fandoms, but that I watched Good Omens in preparation for writing this fic and enjoyed it very much, and hope I didn't write too out of character :)

Fic below the cut

Crowley scratched his head in confusion, standing in front of Aziraphale’s bookshop. It was closed.

  This was most unusual. 

  Aziraphale had been late before, but that was usually because he was locked in an endless discussion with a customer about the possible location of some ancient tome or the meaning of its contents.

  But the ‘closed’ sign was clearly displayed in the window and when he made an attempt to open the door, he found that it was locked.

  “That’s odd…” Crowley muttered to himself. He was just about to turn and leave when he caught a glimpse of a faint light flickering from somewhere deep within the shop. 

  Looking both ways over his shoulders to make sure no one was watching, he then made a small movement with his hand. The lock clicked open and Crowley stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Aziraphale?” Crowley called into the dark shop. No answer came. He went further into the shop, following the light source.

  “Aziraphale?” he called out again, a little louder this time. “You in there?”

  As Crowley rounded the corner into the back room he stopped and stared at what was in front of him. On the small round table in the middle of the room was a lone candle, burnt almost all the way down. He also saw Aziraphale. Not seated in the armchair as he usually was, but instead laying on the sofa. He had a blanket tightly wrapped around him and looked to be asleep. Again, most unusual.

  “What’s this, then?” Crowley asked in a mocking tone, though in reality he was genuinely confused. Sure, he slept, but he was fairly certain Aziraphale usually didn’t. And especially not when they’d agreed to meet. 

  Aziraphale stirred but didn’t open his eyes. 

  Crowley cocked an eyebrow. He started looking around -had the angel consumed too much alcohol and not managed to miracle himself sober before falling asleep?

  Slowly Aziraphale’s eyes opened. His eyes needed a moment to focus. He looked up and noticed his unexpected guest.

  “Oh! Crowley,” he said, voice still thick with sleep and a little hoarse. A smile spread unconsciously across his face as he said it. Then he remembered. His face sunk as he snapped his head around to look at the clock. “Oh no,” he whispered. He looked back at Crowley, quickly sitting up. In doing so the blanket fell, and to Crowley’s astonishment he saw that Aziraphale wasn’t in his usual attire. Instead of the shirt, waistcoat, bow tie and jacket he appeared to be wearing pajamas and a dressing gown. “I’m terribly sorry. I meant to call and cancel, but-”

  Aziraphale’s voice gave out and he had to clear his throat, bringing on a small coughing fit. Crowley looked on, stunned.

  When the fit was over, Aziraphale looked quite miserable. His eyes were streaming, nose running, and he mumbled something about a handkerchief while patting around the blanket and checking his pockets. Crowley looked on in confusion until he snapped out of it and quickly miracled a handkerchief which he slipped into the angel’s hand. 

  “Thank you,” Aziraphale croaked as he accepted it, quickly wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.

  “What’s happened to you?” Crowley asked, sounding more accusatory than he intended. 

  “Well,” Aziraphale said, looking a little sheepish. “I’m ill.”

  Crowley looked as if he had trouble processing this information. “You’re ill?”

  “Yes.” Aziraphale blew his nose again and sunk back down on the sofa.

  “But how’s that even possible?” Crowley asked in disbelief. “Angels don’t get sick. Or if they did, they could just miracle themselves well again.” 

  Aziraphale said nothing. Crowley rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me, you’ve been using too many ‘frivolous miracles’ again?”

  “No, it’s-” Aziraphale managed before he had to clear his throat again. “It’s not like that. Not this time,” he said, dabbing at his running nose again before sniffing and swallowing thickly. 

  “Care to explain it to me, then?”

  “Well, um.” Aziraphale sniffed, “It was decided that angels dealing with human matters should be familiar with all aspects of human life. That includes feeling unwell.”

  Crowley stared blankly at him. Aziraphale sniffed and wiped at his nose before continuing.

  “So, every century or so I am contractually obligated to feel the effects of a common human malady. It’s meant to increase empathy I- aah- I thi-” 

  Aziraphale’s breath hitched and his eyelids fluttered, gaze unfocused. Shaky gasps of air and a scrunched nose hinted at an impending sneeze. At the last second Aziraphale raised his arm, sneezing into his elbow. “Oh,” he whimpered, quickly bringing the handkerchief to his nose and blowing it thoroughly. 

  Crowley shook his head. “That sounds positively idiotic,” he exclaimed incredulously. “And your lot are supposed to be the good guys.”

  Aziraphale shrugged, but didn’t look like he disagreed with Crowley on this particular point. 

  “So, what; you’re stuck like this now until it just passes on its own?”

  Aziraphale nodded. “Pretty much, yes.” He’d begun to shiver, and pulled the blanket up to his neck again. “I believe it was only supposed to be a common cold this time.” Sniffing, he rubbed at his nose and then dabbed gently under his nostrils with the handkerchief. “But I’m not so sure it’s just that. I do feel rather miserable,” he said, closing his eyes and swallowing thickly again. It appeared to Crowley as if the action of doing so caused the angel a not insignificant amount of pain. 

  “Oh?”

  Aziraphale opened his eyes and looked up at Crowley again. He nodded. “My throat burns, my bones ache. And I feel so very, very cold, even though my head feels hot.”

  Crowley took a step closer to the sofa. Taking off his sunglasses, he finally took a good look at the angel. Suddenly it became clear how pale he was. Apart from his cheeks which looked quite flushed, and a pinkness around his nostrils.

  “Do you think I might be running a temperature?” Aziraphale said in a small voice.

  Crowley walked up to the sofa, leaning over the angel. At this distance he could clearly see that Aziraphale’s eyes were glassy. He gently laid a hand on the angel’s forehead. Aziraphale closed his eyes and let out a breath of relief. “Mm, you have cool hands. Feels nice.”

  Crowley scoffed. “I’m a demon, I’m not supposed to be cold. You on the other hand seem to be burning up, angel.” He slid his hand down to feel Aziraphale’s cheek with the back of his fingers. Then down to the side of his neck, just to confirm. 

  Crowley stood back up. “You say you can’t miracle yourself well again, but I could.”

  Aziraphale looked up at him. “No, Crowley,” he said as firmly as he managed. “I know we have our… arrangement. And they don’t check up on that. But there’ll be heaven to pay if I don’t complete this compulsory module. It’s quite mandatory, they made that very clear.”

  Crowley stared blankly at him, then let out a bored sigh through pursed lips. “Alright. Well, how’bout I stay here then. Make you… feel better in the meantime?”

  Aziraphale looked up at him in amazement, eyes welling up.

  “Really? You would do that?”

  Crowley pretended to consider the matter deeply, scratching his chin. “I think I’ve filled the chaos quota enough to take the rest of the week off, if that’s what it takes. And if Gabriel or Michael or someone should come to check up on you I’ll just, you know, skedaddle. For a bit.” He smiled down at the angel, who beamed back up at him.

  The moment was interrupted when Aziraphale’s nose once again began tickling incessantly. No amount of scrunching his nose or rubbing the nostrils would cause the itch to abate. After many shaky breaths and false starts, Aziraphale caught another sneeze in the crook of his arm.  

  He let his head fall back and let out a faint “guh”, sniffling and swallowing thickly again. He began looking for his handkerchief but before he found it, Crowley handed him a brand new one. 

  “Can I get you anything else?”

  Aziraphale blew his nose gingerly, already sensing the skin of his nostrils beginning to feel raw.

  “Um. A cup of tea, please? For my throat. And perhaps another blanket? I do feel quite chilly.”

Crowley nodded. “Your wish is my command.”

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Crowley spent all day caring for Aziraphale as best he could. It mostly consisted of providing more blankets when he felt cold, new handkerchiefs when the old ones became sodden, and presenting him with endless cups of tea. 

  Aziraphale wanted to read but his eyes were too heavy, so he asked if Crowley would read aloud to him. Which is how Crowley ended up in Aziraphale’s armchair, feet on the table, book in hand, reading to his sick charge. Aziraphale was curled up under a mound of blankets, drifting in and out of sleep.

  Once Crowley was positive that Aziraphale had finally fallen into a deeper sleep, he quietly put the book down and stood next to the sleeping figure on the sofa. He carefully rested his hand against the angel’s forehead. He was still warm, though perhaps a touch less so than he had been earlier.

  Crowley shook his head at the stupidity of this ‘angel illness’ business. He didn’t always feel his side was in the right, but he certainly had his objections with the other side too. This now being added to the list.

  He sat back down in the armchair. He decided to get some sleep of his own. He did consider just miracling Aziraphale well again, as he couldn’t help pitying the poor man who seemed so miserable with his aches and sore throat, chills and fever, nose which was somehow both runny and stuffy, and with red-raw nostrils to boot.

  On the other hand he didn’t want to risk the angel getting some sort of punishment. And besides, if he was honest with himself, he found that he quite enjoyed it. Not Aziraphale being unwell of course. But being wanted, needed. Specifically by Aziraphale. It was a very good excuse to spend some time together. 

  And all of a sudden, the ‘angel illness’ initiative didn’t seem like the worst thing after all.

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“Oh, hello~!”

“S-Surprise! I bought it this morning, but I simply c-couldn’t wait to show you! Do you - snf! - like it?”

“I absolutely adore it — I hope you don’t mind me taking it off so soon-”

“O-Oh, excuh-! Hih-! hhhhh’tsshhIIIEW!”

“Oh dear, bless you - my god, you’re shivering! How long have you been waiting here half-naked?!”

“S-Since…well, since I brought it h-home-! hhhhh’tshIIIIEW!”

“Sweetheart, that was nearly eight hours ago! No wonder you’ve come down with something, as cold as it is…”

“I j-just couldn’t w-w-wait…snf!”

“Poor thing, let’s get you into something warmer…perhaps that lovely costume is more of a summer affair…”

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A sniffled, the sound bubbling with thick congestion, before coughing and scrubbing at their nose. They looked so much like a grumpy child that B nearly snorted with laughter. Clearly A did not take being sick well

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thinking about aziraphale not realizing he's actually ill and crowley preening because he can and he's basking in literally everything about the situation 😈

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I have so much fucking stuff to draw right now and so little time but oh my GOD I need to get an idea out.

Not so much "an idea" but i wanna yap for a bit so hear me out <:

I've seen so much snz G/O stuff about C/ro being allergic to holiness and A/zi being allergic to cursed(?) stuff but it always limits to either specific objects or verbal stuff and I REALLY wanna see more than that...

I did read one (presumably vanilla) fanfic about C/ro being unable to enjoy most foods because people got their crops blessed so the food was slightly holy and it made him go all anaphylactic (poor guy lmao) so A/zi made him some sweets from scratch so he could eat them.

So with that in mind, I really wanna explode the whole holiness deal, because let's be real there's a lot more "blessed" places than cursed ones irl

I like to think random blessings on the air from strangers get to him. I like to think getting into a house/room/place that was blessed before gets to him as well. I like to think he gets all asthmatic if someone is burning blessed plants around the house (I got asthma I know how shitty it is. let's torture the snek) ANDDD I like to think stuff that isn't necessarily holy but got in contact with holy stuff ALSO gets to him! Crossed Contamination ✨

And this could also apply to cursed stuff with A/zi, like people directing curses at him, him being in places were demonic summonings/rituals have occurred, being listening to music that was composed by artist that made deals with devils (and it makes him all dizy), him being allergic to animals that were used during rituals/were breed for dark rituals cuz Crossed Contamination ✨

ALSO ALSOOOO whenever something happens that make either of these events occur more often (like people doing more blessing and stuff during religious holidays OR people doing more satanic stuff during let's say... halloween??) and it's like allergy season for them and they have to wear masks and stay indoors as much as possible or they'll get SAUCY (or like- break out in hives however you'd like to call it)

so yeah.... I need more snz stuff with this >:] 🥂

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I have so much fucking stuff to draw right now and so little time but oh my GOD I need to get an idea out.

Not so much "an idea" but i wanna yap for a bit so hear me out <:

I've seen so much snz G/O stuff about C/ro being allergic to holiness and A/zi being allergic to cursed(?) stuff but it always limits to either specific objects or verbal stuff and I REALLY wanna see more than that...

I did read one (presumably vanilla) fanfic about C/ro being unable to enjoy most foods because people got their crops blessed so the food was slightly holy and it made him go all anaphylactic (poor guy lmao) so A/zi made him some sweets from scratch so he could eat them.

So with that in mind, I really wanna explode the whole holiness deal, because let's be real there's a lot more "blessed" places than cursed ones irl

I like to think random blessings on the air from strangers get to him. I like to think getting into a house/room/place that was blessed before gets to him as well. I like to think he gets all asthmatic if someone is burning blessed plants around the house (I got asthma I know how shitty it is. let's torture the snek) ANDDD I like to think stuff that isn't necessarily holy but got in contact with holy stuff ALSO gets to him! Crossed Contamination ✨

And this could also apply to cursed stuff with A/zi, like people directing curses at him, him being in places were demonic summonings/rituals have occurred, being listening to music that was composed by artist that made deals with devils (and it makes him all dizy), him being allergic to animals that were used during rituals/were breed for dark rituals cuz Crossed Contamination ✨

ALSO ALSOOOO whenever something happens that make either of these events occur more often (like people doing more blessing and stuff during religious holidays OR people doing more satanic stuff during let's say... halloween??) and it's like allergy season for them and they have to wear masks and stay indoors as much as possible or they'll get SAUCY (or like- break out in hives however you'd like to call it)

so yeah.... I need more snz stuff with this >:] 🥂

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Thought for the day

A and B are strangers who have ended up in a voice chat for a video game. Specifically some kind of team game where callouts and being able to hear each other are quite important.

A is having a terrible sneezing fit, extremely embarrassed and apologetic. B has the kink and is fawning over them, assuring them it's fine and they needn't apologise.