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9, 42, and 45 for a sick, sneezy vash please, if that’s okay? 😄
Thank you for the ask, of course that's okay!! (it does feature a hint of W/olfwood action too, just a smiiidge, hope that's alright hehe~ It's also a V/ashwood story since, well, I figured that would be alright~!)
1.9k words, prompts 9, 42, and 45, story under cut!
9. “You’re trembling.”
42. “Baby, you’re all sniffly.”
45. “Your nose is literally twitching.”
(Brief mentions of anxiety just incase anyone doesn't like that!)
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“hn’chh-! hh’keshh-! ‘Scuse me, sorry.”
“I told ya, no need for the ‘pologies.”
“Y- you did but it’s a hahh... habit. hek’ishh-! Sor-”
A dark look from Wolfwood cuts off the apology, Vash being reduced to stuttering out some nonsensical syllables in his effort to recover. His leg is still, but there’s constant movement in his hands as they attempt to find something to grab onto. Anxiety was never a stranger to the man, despite apparent lack of concern for his own safety most of the time.
The town they find themselves in doesn’t have a motel, which isn’t that unique in these parts. They’ve grown quite used to sharing a room, or even just a bed, wherever they could find one. For instance, they’re currently sharing a guest room above the town bar. Not an awful crashpad, a couch, nice radio, their own bathroom.
It’s secluded from the rest of the bar too, giving them a bit of privacy. Sliding onto the bed, Wolfwood motions for Vash to join him. Surprise crosses his sharp features as the request is denied. Instead, Vash points himself towards the couch, offering a wave over his shoulder as he spins away. ‘Well that’s new…’
“What, suddenly too good to share a bed with me, Blondie?”
“Wh- what? No, not at all! I just… I figured you’d- en’chh-! ih’tshhie-! Excuse me, sorry. Where was I..? Oh right, m- maybe you’d want it to yourself this time and I don’t mind t- taking the couch.”
“‘Cause of your cold? I don’t care, now get over here.”
“Because of my- what? I’m… I’m not sick?”
Wolfwood doesn’t reply, instead he lets the uncomfortable silence settle over the room as he watches Vash. ‘Either he’s playing dumb, and doesn’t want to admit it, or the needle noggin really didn’t notice. Gotta know which before I make my move.’ Under the weight of tension starting to spread through the air, Vash gives a heavy sigh. The breath comes out shaky as his body vibrates, hands starting to rub his arms.
“You’re literally trembling. You tryna tell me that ain’t shivers?”
“It’s not! Well okay… I mean it is shivering, but not from sickness, it’s just cold in here, that’s all! ennchh-! Sorry, excuse me.”
The sneeze brings a fresh round of shudders as Wolfwood raises a brow at the display. ‘So denial it is then. If it was cold in ‘ere I’d’ve noticed long before him.’ A blessing almost slips out, but that’ll just lead to a new round of apologies. Right now it’s more important to get an admittance and go from there.
“Blondie, we’re in a fuckin’ desert. It’s not cold anywhere.”
“W- well they must have the air on! Or… or something… probably the air, b- because it’s so hot out, so they uh… they want it to be cool indoors.”
“Guess I should go ask ‘em to turn it off-”
“Hey- wait no, uh… it’s- it’s actually starting to uh… warm up..? D- don’t bother them. hk’ishiee-! Sorry. They let us stay here, I don’t- I mean we don’t want to be a burden on them-”
A hint of pride starts to break through Wolfwood’s mind as he grins. ‘And there it is. Gotcha.’ Vash has always been hesitant to be a burden. Not a horrible mindset to have for most people, ‘Hell, a few could use more of it’. The problem is that his definition of ‘burden’ includes things such as eating, sleeping, breathing, or simply existing when he’s not actively helping in some way.
Sickness was high on his list of ‘things that make me a burden on everyone I come in contact with’, despite Wolfwood’s constant reminders that he doesn’t mind. However, there is something above it, and that’s ‘bothering someone else’, especially when it’s for a made up reason. Given the choice between admitting sickness or waking the bartender to ask them to turn off the ‘air’ that doesn’t exist, well…
“-Okay fine. I might be… a little bit sick… but- hh’ishh’iee-! hehh- en’chhh-! heh’kshh’iew-!”
“Blessin’”
“Thank you, sorry, it’s really not that bad!”
“Then get in bed ‘fore it gets worse.”
“I uh… I really don’t think that’s-”
“I’ll even read from the book I’ve been finishin’. But that's a limited time offer, Blondie. Goin’ once, goin’ twice-”
Before he can start the next word, Vash hurls himself towards the bed, an excited set of vibrations starting to replace the shivers. Wolfwood chuckles, lifting the blanket from his legs to wrap it around Vash, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. In response the huddled form leans into his lap, head resting against his chest.
“Ready?”
“Yehh… yep!”
“Alright. The second reason he realized she was gone was from the smell. The air had lost a sweetness. One he’d grown so used to he hardly recognized it anymore. That is, until it was gone. -----”
Wolfwood continues reading, his focus being drawn away from the world once more. ‘Would’ve thought romance books were more Blondie’s thing, but… well… after he gave me that one about the garden love story… I guess I could understand the appeal… But only because Vash likes it when I read them. That’s all.’ No one else can hear him, but Wolfwood still feels the need to justify the surge of emotion starting to creep through his heart.
Maybe it was the fact Vash had given him them. Maybe it was the fact that blondie was gazing up with a hazy adoration as each word leaves his throat. Doesn’t really matter why. All that matters is how the words seem to glide off the page, through his deep voice to dance around their heads, playing out each scene as he reads them. This sensation is short lived though, as soon he feels himself snapping back to the bedroom where a soft sound has begun.
“hkk-! guhh…”
“Brushing the branches from his uh… from his face, he starts to cut through the dense forest.”
“heHh-! hhh… Snnff-”
“T- the branches, oh wait read that already, ah here we go. The dense forest. Eyes seem to be peering at him through the-”
“hahHhh- snff- hkIH-! hehh…”
“Through the, uh, the-”
“hhih-!”
“Christ, Blondie. Just sneeze already.”
Vash’s head pops out from its blanket cocoon against Wolfwood’s chest, a pink tint spread across his cheeks that has nothing to do with his cold. Bringing up a single finger to lightly rub his nose, Vash tries to offer a sincere smile. What instead crosses his face is a look that just screams itchy. Wolfwood feels a sympathy tickle through his own nose.
“Wh- what?”
“Your nose is literally twitching. You’re makin’ me itchy from the look of it. Jus’ sneeze, it’s okay. I’ll even pause my readin’.”
“I- I don’t… okay yehh… yes I do- I’m so sorry ehH-!”
“Don’t ‘pologize. Nothin’ to be ‘shamed of.”
“eH’tmmfshh-! hh’mmshhii-! hk’ishh’ieee-!”
He attempts to muffle the first two into his hand, the third escaping with a pitch that sounds incredibly unsatisfying. ‘No wonder he always has these long drawn out fits. Those sound like they do nothin’ to relieve the itch.’ Pausing his analysis, Wolfwood leans towards the nightstand, grabbing a handful of tissues and pressing them into Vash’s unused hand.
A timid smile meets the gesture as Vash brings them to his nose, humming a sigh. The action seems to bring a new level of irritation, his breath snaring as the tissues are gripped tighter. It teases him for a minute, Wolfwood choking back a laugh at the whimper the tissues barely muffle. Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, a desperate “hnnchh-! ih’tishiee-! keshh’ii-!” break through. Wolfwood lets a knuckle crush his own nose, sympathy waves running through it again.
“Blessin’.”
“Thanks. Sor-”
“You’re only welcome if you don’t finish that apology.”
“-So are you gonna keep reading..? hih’ishhiee-! hk’ieshh-! Excuse me.”
“Blessin’s. Good save, Blondie. Remind me where we were?”
“Eyes in the- eh’kshhiee-! forest.”
“Blessin’, alright. So- wait… hold on a sec.”
Wolfwood lets the book rest on his knees, staring up through his sunglasses at the ceiling. Vash attempts to follow his gaze, but can’t notice anything worth staring at. Deciding to ask, Vash leans up to meet his eyes. Hardly a noise escapes before Wolfwood holds up a finger to silence him, tilting his sunglasses down and blinking through the brightness.
“huh’yIEZzshh’oo-! ai’GNZSHhh’oo-! Whew, that’s better.”
“Oh- bless you! Did- did I get-”
“No you didn' get me sick. My immune system ain’t nearly as fragile as yours.”
“Hey! Well then, is- hh’tieshh’ii-! Excuse me. Is something bothering you?”
“Nah, jus’ a tickle. Think it was ‘cause of the itchy look you were wearin’.”
“Oh, okay! S- sorry…”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for, Blondie. Now, back to the book?"
"Yes!"
"Eyes seem to be peering at him through the darkness. Watching his every step, daring him to come closer. Daring him to betray his heart alongside his kingdom. What did they know? Surely not his heart. That was something that couldn’t be known by anyone, not after her. ------.”
Wolfwood feels the words flow from him once more, almost before his eyes can trace their forms on the page. Figures begin their dance, chasing each other in beautiful patterns through the humid air. The only thing pulling him from the daydream that he finds himself in far too often with Vash is the sound of constant sniffles.
There is an outright refusal to address the noises, so instead Wolfwood continues reading, making it through another two chapters before giving in and setting the book back down. Vash looks up with an innocent gaze, absentmindedly rubbing his palm against his nose as another sniff breaks free.
“Baby, you’re all sniffly. You can blow your nose.”
The pet name gets the reaction it was meant to, Vash suddenly laser focused on Wolfwood’s every word. ‘Alright, easy now with this next part. He’s jus’ about there, gotta be delicate. Which… has never really been my strong suit.’ There’s a hint of unease beneath Vash’s smile, palm crushing against his face again.
“I know you’re sick, Vash. You told me that earlier. So you can drop the ruse.”
“We- well…”
“It’s just us.”
Vash flushes as Wolfwood passes him another handful of tissues, but brings them to his nose anyways. He turns away, ever mindful of others, and blows a couple times. The first seems unsuccessful, but by the third he manages to get a semblance of airflow through his sinuses.
Giving a heady sigh of relief, Vash turns back to Wolfwood, mouth open as if to form words. He never gets the chance, the next breath through his sensitive nasal passages bringing his hands up to his face by instinct. Wolfwood chuckles, letting a hand drop to rub his back through the fit.
“hH’ieshh’ie-! keshhh’iee-! hihh- tnnshhii-! Ih’tieshhiee-!”
“Blessin’s. Heh, you’re awfully adorable at times, Blondie.”
“I am no- heH’ishh-! hk’ishh-! tieshh’iee-! not!”
Humming out another laugh, Wolfwood brushes the hair from Vash’s warm skin, planting a kiss on his forehead. Vash responds with a sigh, airy and light, before he sinks back into Wolfwood’s chest, wrapping himself deeper into the blanket. A smirk crosses Wolfwood’s face, ‘Not cute, huh?’ before he lifts the book once more.
There, in the safety of Wolfwood’s embrace, Vash finds himself drifting off to sleep, figures dancing through his mind as the deep voice fades off into a peaceful darkness.
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you for the request!! Hopefully this is acceptable compensation for the wait~ haha#I'm over the burn out that I was feeling before so I'm hopeful I'll get quite a few done!#but i also don't wanna sink back into it- so it might be a touch slower than before~~!!!#but as always if there's something specific you wanna see#feel free to send in a request and I'll see what I can do!#long as you don't mind a bit of a wait~ I promise I love getting them!! sparks my mind hehe~#anyways- hope anyone who reads this enjoys some v/ashwood sweetness~#t/rigun s/tampede#v/ash#v/ashwood#w/olfwood#snz
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🌵 w/ inum/aki?
Thank you for the ask~ Sorry it's taking me a little bit to fill these, been working on a different project.
🌵 Inconvenient for I/numaki~
Everyone in this is Aged Up, think 20+
Dropped under cut, 1.3k words (still a drabble!~)
(feat. M/egumi and Y/uta, and definite I/nuokko ship.)
Hope that's alright~ It's just how 'inconvenient' felt to me!
“hH-”
“Did you say something?” Megumi calls, Yuta spinning around to meet Toge’s eyes.
“Okakahh-” With a fast rub to his nose, Toge tries again. “Okaka.”
Megumi rolls his eyes and walks away, focus drawn to his dogs as they scan the building. Once they’re alone, Yuta gives his shoulder a light squeeze. He whispers something Toge’s sure is reassuring, but the buzzing in his sinuses renders the words lost on him.
He shouldn’t have pulled his zipper down. They’re used to missions in abandoned buildings, the dust isn’t exactly new. Usually Toge will keep his zipper up, or stock up on medication, but he was a last minute addition to this mission. It was supposed to just be Yuta and Megumi, but Yuta had a long week and asked Toge if he’d wanna come.
It was a sweet request, considering the circumstances. If not for this assignment they likely wouldn’t see each other for more than a passing minute between assignments. The life of a Jujutsu sorcerer is busy enough, but a special grade? Yuta barely got a day to himself anymore.
“huhh-” But he shouldn’t have pulled his zipper down.
He wasn’t even supposed to be using curse techniques, Yuta had instructed him not to. ‘Hey, I don’t want you to be in pain because I wanted to hang out, so leave the curse to me!’ Megumi though.
Toge casts a glance towards the Ten Shadows user. He’s wearing the look of arrogant displeasure he usually dawns. Once they got to the building he had taken charge, despite Yuta being a higher class. He’d sent Yuta to survey the building, and instructed Toge to prepare for any smaller curses.
Pulled from his memories, Toge feels the urgency bubble up in his throat. Megumi and Yuta are rambling on about something, Yuta can set anyone at ease. Taking the moment to retreat, Toge throws himself into an empty room, huddling in the further corner for-
“hgNt-! dnxt-!”
He feels the release of cursed energy fade out into the air, the buzzing from his seals starting to fade. Bringing a hand to his throat, he offers a light cough. It doesn’t seem to have done any damage yet, but holding them in will only last so long.
“Toge? Where’d you go?”
Following Yuta’s voice, Toge rejoins the group. He offers a halfhearted shrug, holding back the sniffle that urges to break through. Megumi seems distracted, his dogs starting to whine as they walk towards the second floor.
Using their brief privacy, Yuta pulls Toge aside.
“You alright? I noticed you’re a bit quiet.” At Toge’s chuckle, Yuta’s face flushes. “Well- well not quiet, well yeah quiet, but just more than normal! B- but of course you’re quiet, I mean- well you know what I mean, I ju-”
Toge cuts him off with a soft touch, running his fingers against Yuta’s cheek. With his other hand he spells out ‘I know.’ Yuta melts into the touch, eyes starting to close, before snapping back open as Toge coughs again.
“Is something wrong? Did your mission yesterday get intense? I had thought it was just a small thing, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have asked you to come out right after that…”
“Okaka.” Holding his hand up again, Toge finds himself looking at anything but Yuta as he spells it out. ‘Sneeze.’
Now that it’s in the open, Toge lets his fingers grip his nose. The itch dies down a little, but the tingling running through his seals tells him it won’t last long. Yuta’s frowning, eyes tracing over a line in the wall as he runs through the same thought process Toge already completed.
If it was just them, he could just let them out. While it might embarrass Toge a little still, Yuta’s made it clear he doesn’t mind. But it’s not just them. And Megumi? Megumi does mind. Out of everyone, he’s probably the most annoyed by it, Maki following at a close second. Though Maki at least has the courtesy to pretend she isn’t.
Feeling a hand on his arm, Toge pulls his focus back to Yuta. The look that meets his eyes is determined. “I’ll make up an excuse so you can leave. Megumi never has to kn-”
As if hearing his name, Megumi shouts from up the stairs. Toge barely catches the words, but Yuta yells back something about ‘on the way’, so they begin to run. Once they open the final door, Yuta’s mouth falls open. A swarm of low grade curses scurry across the floor, mumbling their usual nonsense.
“Toge, your turn,” Megumi says, pulling his hands together in preparation.
Without thinking, Toge opens his mouth. “Twishht-!”
The spirits let out little bursts of air, beginning to skitter faster. Behind him Yuta and Megumi double over in harmony with sneezes of their own.
Toge pinches his nose for the next command. “Crush.”
This time it works, the spirits pulling together into a ball before crushing into mist. Megumi growls, glaring at Toge as he turns to face them. Feeling his cheeks heat, Toge offers a meek ‘sorry’, glancing at Yuta at the arm squeeze.
Megumi’s having no part of it, wrist still pressed to his face. “What the hell was-”
Frantically signing ‘sorry’ over and over, Toge feels the tingle spread back into his seals. He only manages to duck into his chest with the fit that refuses to be contained anymore.
“tieshh-! ingxt-! I- Ikurahh… ashhih-! kshh’ie-! ieshh’uu-!”
Megumi curses under his breath, raising his other hand to support his wrist as the burst takes him over. “kpshh’iew-! ingxt’iew-! apshh’iew-! hp’tschhiew-! et’pshhuh-!”
Both turn to Yuta, his hands frantically fanning his nose. “S- sorry guys it’s…. hehh- tIHHzShHyew-! kIHnXGt’ew-!”
There’s a pause, desperation swimming through Yuta’s eyes as they begin to water. He gasps once, twice, before another pitchy whine pulls it’s way free from his sinuses. “hHyiEZSHhih-!”
“You gonna live?” Megumi asks, the concern starting to leak out. Figures, Yuta was always his favourite.
“Y- yeahhh… hihh! gehh… I’m okay. It juhhh… huHtieZShhYEw-! Oh, scuse me. One mehhh… more.”
Toge attempts to sign ‘I’m so sorry’ over and over, but with his eyes fluttering shut, Yuta can’t see it. Not for the first time, Toge curses himself for being unable to communicate such a simple thing.
Noticing his irritation, Megumi softens, offering a quiet, “He’s saying sorry.”
Yuta manages to pry open his eyes long enough to meet Toge’s gaze. Repeating the gesture, Toge apologizes again. With his free hand, Yuta reaches over and gently brushes his arm. He attempts to talk between the hitches.
“You hh… have- oh wait it’s- hHdYIZShhyueww-! Oh, there we go,” Yuta chuckles, rubbing his nose. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who takes five minutes to get through what takes you two mere seconds.”
A tense silence falls over the trio as Toge sniffles, Megumi casting a dark gaze his way. Toge replies with “Okaka.” Done, for now.
Just as Yuta thinks about filling the silence, Megumi breaks it first. “When you, uh, hold them in like that-”
“Stifle,” Yuta offers.
Megumi nods, attention still on Toge. “When you stifle, that makes others stifle too?”
Flinching a little, Toge nods. It’s hard to test that sort of thing, but through Yuta he’s learned a bit more about how the effects work. It has something to do with cursed energy and the way it’s a ‘command’, of sorts.
“Huh,” Megumi replies, a bit of humour in his tone. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard Yuta stifle before.”
His turn to blush, Yuta’s voice cracks as he begins to stammer out a reply. “W- well I usually don’t, or I guess more can’t. Well, okay I can, but-”
Letting himself fade into the background, Toge watches the interaction unfold. Megumi seems enraptured, attention completely centered on the ramble Yuta’s going off on. A little pride works its way into Toge’s heart. Yuta really is something incredible. His Yuta.
#waterfallasks#waterfalldrabbles#thank you for the request~ I hope it's okay that I included a few others#generally I try to stick to the character requested#but with I/numaki and 'inconvenient' it just felt right to have others~#since I heavily subscribe to the hc that his CT causes those around him to fall victim to his bursts as well~#anywayssss here it is! another lil 'no quality just writing' one
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i’ve missed seeing you on my timeline so much and i was just thinking of you so i wanted to pop in and say i hope you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself <3
omg thank you so much!!! 😭💗🫂
real life has been getting in the way a bit, but i've been checking in when i can, and always happy to see your (picrew ;3) face around!~
aghaihgahugh i don't really know what to say other than this is so sweet, and I miss getting to interact more too!~
Hopefully in a few days life is gonna calm down again, but as for now!! I hope you're taking care of yourself too, I know it's been so hard for you, and I really hope it starts to get easier <3 You're such a ray of light, you deserve so many good things~ 🫂🫂
#waterfallasks#thank you snzbeannn~#getting a reply/message from you ALWAYS brightens my day and ive missed it a lot~#i hope you can start to feel better soon- i know its always so hard for you <3#and i hope to be able to be more active soon and get to connect with people on here again!!~#not snz
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53 and 55 for d/azai and ch/uuya (the sick one 👁👁) perhaps please if you would like… <3
Thank you so much for the ask/request!! These have been so fun hahaha~~ I did get just a touch angsty/fever heavy towards the end, so hopefully that's alright, I promise it's not super serious!
I also did want to include a little french, and while I did take it in school, I remember less than nothing, soooo this is all thanks to google, therefore I apologize for anything inconsistent/incorrect!
[ Putain de merde = Holy shit ] [ À tes souhaits = Bless you ]
[ Merde = Shit ] [ Je dois = I've got to ]
2.1k words, prompts 53 and 55, story under the cut!
~Part Two/Continuation Post Here~
53. "Bless you?"
55. "You sound awful."
(References to mild violence, high fevers, and swearing just in case anyone doesn't like any of those!)
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Dazai is nothing if not observant. There is hardly a single detail in any given encounter he hasn’t seen, or predicted. Which is why he finds it almost insulting that people always insist on ‘hiding things’ from him. Especially his former partner.
‘Chuuya still seems to believe, incorrectly and against all odds, that I won’t notice if somethings wrong. Something such as the cough he was suppressing that was shaking his frail little form. Or the pink tint around his nose. The nose he couldn’t stop touching throughout our encounter.’
This is how Dazai came to be leaning against a wall outside a pharmacy. And if it just so happens to be the pharmacy a certain hat-adorned Mafioso frequents, wouldn’t that be a strange coincidence. ‘Any minute now, don’t keep me waiting- Ah. Here we go~.’
Chuuya steps out of the store, a gloved hand pinching his rapidly trembling nose. ‘He must have been trying not to sneeze the whole time he was in the store. Aw~! That’s just adorable. It’s practically famous within the Port Mafia that our dear Chibi can’t hold back to save his little, tiny, life. Well, time to announce myself!’ Dazai smirks, pushing off the wall and stepping into Chuuya’s line of sight.
“Chuuuuuya~! What a surprise, running into you here!”
“heH’EK- fuck!”
“Uh, bless you?”
“Damn it you idiot, you scared it away.”
Dazai lets his mouth twitch, a smile threatening to break through at the look of annoyance on Chuuya’s face, nose practically twitching with unreleased tickles. He snapped his hand away from his face the second he saw Dazai, but they both know he’s just itching to bring it back up, pun intended. ‘Oh this will be even more fun then I’d foreseen.’
“S- scared away the sneeze..? Is even Chuuya’s nose easily startled?”
“Eh?! I- You- oh whatever. What the fuck ar- hahEHhh… hePT-!huhh… Damn it- What are you doing here, Dazai?”
It’s practically a growl, and Dazai doesn’t miss the way Chuuya’s hand twitches as he presses it firmly into a fist against his side. ‘You wanna rub so badly, don’t you? I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold out. Judging by that glaze coating your eyes, I’d say not long, but hey, I out of anyone know how stubborn you can be. Shall we test your resolve, Chuuya~?’
“I was just passing through this part of town, and happened to notice the sky starting to look a tad cloudy, so I figured I’d duck under a nice dry roof! Just so happens to be of a pharmacy- say, what is Chuuya doing in a pharmacy anyways?”
“Nothing.”
“Wow, you bought a bag just for nothing? Seems a bit of a waste.”
Chuuya’s eyes roll, teeth clenching as he snarls, both of them knowing that any other time, he would have aimed a punch at Dazai for that. 'And we both know why you didn't. Little preoccupied there, Chuuya?' Dazai studies him carefully, noticing the way his mouth is starting to twitch right along with his nose, the itch seemingly spreading across his whole face.
“I bought some pain medication, alright? I get hurt a lot in this job, and I was running low.”
“Doesn’t the Port Mafia supply the good stuff? Why settle for cheap store bought?”
“I- I jus- Why do you even care! Doesn’t the ‘great Dazai’ have better things to do?”
“Awe~ You think I’m great? Chuuya~ you flatter me!”
Chuuya opens his mouth to retort, but what falls out instead of a cough that he quickly attempts to suppress, ducking into his hand and spinning on his heel, away from Dazai. ‘It’s a futile effort, I can still clearly see your body shaking. I think you know that.’
“Oh Chuuya, are you not feeling well?”
“Sh- huHh-! Really? Of all the times to come bahhHh- back… hePT’NNSHH’oo-! hAh’IZZSHHAA-! heHh… AhHH-! ahH’YZZSHH’iuh-!”
“Bless you.”
“Shut up, bandage factory. J- just leave me alone, I have things to do.”
Dazai notices the roughness of Chuuya’s voice as he lowers it, adding a growl in an attempt to make it seem intentional. ‘You must be feeling worse than I thought, a couple sneezes and a cough shouldn’t be enough to wreck your throat. Unless, of course, you’ve been doing it non-stop for days.’
“Well my schedule is completely clear, so I think I’ll just hang out with Chuuya for awhile! Where are we going next?”
“There is absolutely not a ‘we’. I am going back to my apartment. Alone.”
“Aw- come on, don’t be like that!”
“Ge- hehHh… get lost… hH’KZZZSHH’iuh-! Fucking… Ehh’knGSHH’aa-!”
“Double blessings for the double sneeze! Keep up the doubles and you’ll start sounding like me.”
“A fate worse than death, truly.”
Dazai clutches his chest, an arm draping across his face in mock hurt, making sure to keep one eye trained on the shorter man. ‘He’s practically trembling. It’s chilly out, but not enough for that reaction, especially not for someone like him. It’s most likely a fever, but it could just be exhaustion. I’ll need an excuse to get in close to check.’
“You wound me!”
“I’d certainly like to. hah’gNNShh’aa-! hh’ETZZSHH’iuh-!”
“Quite a threat, if only you could back it up. Alas, I fear this illness has reduced you to the level of a mere goon. Certainly not an executive in the elite Port Mafia.”
The words work exactly how he’d planned, a closed fist hitting Dazai squarely in the chest as the shorter man lunges at him, giving Dazai every opportunity to let his hand brush against Chuuya’s forehead. ‘He’s burning up. With the clouds gathering faster than I’d foreseen, I’d better get him off the street and fast, otherwise we’re looking at an outcome I’d rather avoid.’ A grunt breaks free from Dazai’s throat as Chuuya finishes the attack with a kick right to his gut.
“That feel like a sick man’s blow? Didn’t think so. D- damn it… hAhhHh-!”
Dazai pauses, leaning back against the wall to watch the show unfold. Chuuya has a gloved hand gripping his nose once more, eyes starting to gloss over as they lose focus. His hand is trembling, eyes starting to water. ‘Tsk tsk. We both know you can’t hold this back, are you really going to break your nose in an attempt to? Sorry, I just can’t have that.’
“Even Akutagawa can punch harder than that, Chuuya.”
“Eh?!”
Chuuya’s eyes snap to him, his hand wavers, and just like that, Dazai knows he’s won. The loss in focus, even for a second, is enough to give Chuuya’s nose the upper hand, its twitching visible from between the cracks in his fingers. ‘Checkmate.’
“ih’KNXT’chh-!”
Dazai bites back a wince at the way the stifle seems to scrape at Chuuya’s throat, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as his breath catches once more. ‘Bad idea, Chuuya. You know that’s just gonna make you-’
“eH’KnGT’chhh-! inGT’chh-! GNT’chh-! heHh… dTnxxgt’chhh-! hH’KNgT’choo-! hEH’INGSHH’AA-!”
‘And there it is.’
“You gon-”
“AAISHHH’OO-! ATSHH’AA-! hH’INGSHH’AA-! heh’ASSHH’iuh-!”
“-gonna live, Chuuya?”
“hNGGSHH’OO-! Shut- nnMMGSHHH’AA-! Shut up- hH’INMSHHH’IUH-! S- slug… heAhh-!”
A deep chest soaked cough starts pouring out between the sneezes, rattling Chuuya to his bones, and sending chills down Dazai’s back. He nearly flinches as Chuuya falls against the wall, using it to study him as the wet coughs shake through his lungs. He manages to catch his breath, tears freely flowing down his cheeks, just to have it sucked out of him again as another round of sneezing starts up.
“hEH’NNGSHH’AA-! eh’KETSCHhh’iuh-! heP’TZZSHH’aa-! Putain de merde!”
“Doing french, are we? Well then, À tes souhaits, Chibi.”
“Whatev-”
The hoarse quality of Chuuya’s voice, barely above a whisper causes them both to pause, a wince escaping across Dazai’s features before he can mask it. Chuuya’s eyes widen, the panic in them seeming to seep into Dazai’s very soul. They stand for a minute, eyes locked, before Chuuya straightens his into a glare once more.
“You sound awful.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m just saying. You should really have taken some medicine for that.”
“That.. was the plan.. before you.. interrupted me..”
Dazai can’t help but grimace at the harsh whisper, Chuuya attempting to lower his voice to a growl to make it sound intentional, but they both know no one’s buying it. ‘I really need to get him home and get him to take some medication. If he gets caught in the rain like this, it’ll be bad.’
Making sure to catch Chuuya’s eye, Dazai lets his hand slip into his pocket, pulling a dose of medication out, the kind you won’t find at any pharmacy. He smirks at the flash of desire that Chuuya doesn’t manage to hide.
“Whoops, guess that one’s my bad. In that case, this will just have to go to waste, I suppose. Since you have your own, and I was so rudely uninvited to your apartment.”
“You.. can’t be uninvited.. to something you.. weren’t invited to.. in the first place.. hH’RSHH’AA-! oww…”
They both flinch at the sneeze, Dazai letting his concentration slip for just a second. However, a second is all Chuuya needs, planting a roundhouse kick on Dazai’s arm as he snatches the vial, taking a swig before sticking it in his own pocket. Dazai raises an eyebrow at this, cheshire smile painted across his face, but a hint of something much more genuine in his eyes.
“What aggression Chuuya! You should really try some anger management classes to get that rage under control.”
“I didn’t have.. anger issues.. until I had the misfortune.. of meeting you..”
“Oh yes~. You were just a ray of sunshine when I first met you! Definitely no thinly repressed rage bubbling just below the surface that boiled over every time anything happened.”
“Oi.. are you trying.. to get punched again.. jackass..? eH’KtSHH’iuh-! Christ.. hASHHH’AA-!”
“Save your energy, you’ll need it. And besides, I’ve taken quite enough of a beating today.”
Chuuya doesn’t respond, ‘Electing to save your voice too, are you? Smart, given how quickly it’s fading’ but he does give Dazai a nasty look, raising his hand to scrub at his nose once more. Dazai feels a swell of concern in his chest at how unashamed his former partner has grown about his rapidly increasing symptoms. ‘The medicine should kick in within the hour… but I doubt you’ll make it home on your own before then.’
“huh’KKSHH’AA-! hEIYYSHHH’iuh-! nNGT’chh-! eh’INGT’chhh-! M- merde… Je d- dois… ehH’hEZZSHH’aihh-!”
A hand is casually raised as Chuuya attempts to cover, aiming for his shoulder with a hazy look that isn’t like him. ‘Damn it, I was hoping to avoid this outcome-’ Dazai manages to think, getting cut off, just as he foresaw, as Chuuya collapses into himself. A strong grasp catches the smaller man, Dazai letting out a huff at the weight suddenly in his arms.
“Easy there, still with me?”
A weak nod is his response, the glassy nature of Chuuya’s eyes suggesting the fever has grown worse. Touching his forehead, Dazai winces again at the heat, ‘Definitely gotten worse. The game is over, I’m taking you home now.’ Without a word, he lifts Chuuya into his arms, not missing the grunt he gets in response.
“You can fight me, and risk falling on your face, or you can just let me help you.”
Chuuya growls, but lets his eyes flutter shut, ducking away from Dazai and into his shoulder as another set of exhausted sneezes tears out of him.
“heh’nNKjschh’uhh-! ah’mmKNschh’uhh-! hehHhh-! hEH’IZZSHH’iuhh-! Guhh..”
“Bless you. Can you stand, or shall I carry you?”
Dazai easily dodges the fist aimed his way, but doesn’t miss the way Chuuya shakes at the force of his own weight. Without a word, he moves Chuuya’s arm back over his shoulders, letting the man lean against him. There’s a certain level of unease when someone’s relying on you to walk, and yet, with the two of them, this is an all-too-familiar sensation.
“Let’s get you home, partner. The medication will kick in soon.”
“Not.. your partn-”
“Save your voice, it’s physically painful for me to listen to you. I can feel my own throat starting to ache.”
A dirty look is shot his way before Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut once more, not even bothering to turn his head away, instead aiming the sneezes towards the ground in front of them. Dazai grimaces, not from the possibility of germs, instead, entirely from the concern that washes through him at the lack of shame.
“heH’DTZSHH’AA-! AIISHH’oo-! ehh’gnSHHH’iuh-!”
“Bless you.”
“Save.. your breath.. stupid Dazai..”
“Hey, at least you still have that temper! I’d be really worried if that was gone.”
“Just.. take me home..”
Dazai lets a smile wash over his face, a warmth replacing the panic in his chest as Chuuya leans into his touch as they start the journey. ‘I’ll keep you safe, partner. Leave it to me.’
Without a word spoken between them, he knows he was heard and understood, just as he understands the response.
‘I trust you.’
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you for the requestttt this was so fun to write#hopefully its okay that its a bit angsty haha#i dont think its TOO bad but i was just in that mood when writing#also i might possibly do a follow up with what happens once they get there#if anyones interested!! or even just if IM interested haha#but if anyone bothers to read this and wants to see that let me know and ill do it~~#snz#snzkink#b/sd#c/huuya#d/azai#s/oukoku#they are my beloveds so id be thrilled to write more for them
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I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick
That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy!
2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut!
71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it.
76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.
(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)
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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.
His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes.
‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’
“How was patrol.”
While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’
“It was… alright?”
“Was it now.”
Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip.
“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?”
“You really don’t, do you Sho?”
A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.
“Bless you, by the way.”
Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through.
“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”
“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”
Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes.
“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”
“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”
“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”
“Bless you.”
“Thank you.”
The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.
“Headache?”
“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”
“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?”
Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck.
“You’re warm.”
“I d- heHh…”
The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.
“Bless you.”
“eh’GNXT-!”
Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.
“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”
“Bless you again.”
“Thank you, Mic.”
Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly.
“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”
The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words.
“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!”
“Really, Mic?”
“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”
“Why did you make me tea instea-”
“Blessings, again.”
“heAHhh-!”
He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.
“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”
“Yeah, I wonder.”
“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”
“No particular reason I’d switch out-”
“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”
“-the coffee for tea.”
Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’ In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise.
“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”
“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”
“No, love, I didn’t.”
A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.
“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”
“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.”
Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.
“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”
“Bless you.”
It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true.
“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”
“You will.”
“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”
“Whatever you say, Shota.”
Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.
“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”
“Aizawa.”
“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!”
The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl.
“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”
“I’m sneezing, I know that.”
“You’re sick, love.”
Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.
“Bless you.”
Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose.
“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”
As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again.
“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…”
“Bless you.”
Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.
“Not done, are you?”
“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-”
Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud.
“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!”
“One for the money!”
“eHYZSHH’oo-!”
“Two for the show!”
“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!”
“Three to get ready, aaaand!”
“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!”
“Four to go!”
“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!”
“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.”
Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’
“You really didn’t notice, did you?”
A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.
“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.”
“How long have you- wait, how long have I?”
“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”
“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”
“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.”
“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”
“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”
“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!”
Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait.
“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”
“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.”
“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…”
With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’
“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."
"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"
"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?”
Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up.
“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”
“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!”
Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon.
Bringing him home.
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you so much for the ask!!!#e/rasermic my beloved#i will admit im running on NO sleep for this so im hoping its still good hahaha~#mostly my comments at the beginning may be illegible#but either way thank you!!! i hope you enjoy <3#snz#snzkink#m/ha#a/izawa#m/ic#e/rasermic
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So um… what’s The Blue Forum? But most importantly, how do I read that fic???
Hiya!~ It's what we use to refer to the sneeze f*tish forum, and as for reading it, the link to the smoke one is in the comments of that ask, and the C/huuya one I'll put here!
https://www.sneezefetishforum.com/topic/70468-%C3%A0-tes-souhaits-bungou-stray-dogs-chuuya-part-33-completed/
(I hope it's okay to put a link to it here!~) Hopefully that helps, and thanks for the ask!~)
#waterfallasks#it's SUCH a good one like- props to OP#idk who they are but they live IN my head like hello HELLLOOOO c/huuya makes me so insane#i should make more c/huuya content i should CONSUME more c/huuya content damn i love this man ahugiojsklgnjo
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30 + 46 for v/ashw/ood (with v/ash sneezing) if you feel like it? I love what you’ve been writing for these!
Thank you for the ask, non!! and I'm so glad you've been enjoying them~~ Here is some V/ashwood, and I decided to make them actually an item for this one just for the heck of it, so hopefully that's acceptable hehe~
(Not confirmed dating, but they do kiss, so you can think of it as 'actual boyfriends' or just 'they kiss but haven't talked about it', whatever you would like!)
1.8k, prompts 30 and 46, story under cut!
30. “What’s got you all worked up?”
46. Touching their nose leading to a sneeze
(References to swearing and tiny mention of drinking, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)
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“ketNG’uhh-!”
“ehTDGnn’huh-!”
"hh’nGkT-!”
By the third, Wolfwood’s book is forgotten on the table, attention solely on the spiky haired man lounging on the couch next to him. In response to his intense gaze, Vash blushes, then raises a fist to crush his nose as another breaks through his defenses.
“haH’EnxgD’uhh-!”
“Are ya almost finished, blondie? My reading is slightly disturbed by the constant noise.”
A sheepish grin is the response, Vash pawing at his nose once more in what Wolfwood can only assume is an attempt to starve off further interruptions. ‘I don’t think he’s sick, he’d be practically quarantining himself to avoid getting us all sick like usual by now.’
“Yeah- yeah, sorry. I’m all done.”
“If you say so.”
Just as the book enters Wolfwood’s hands he hears Vash’s breath catch. His eyebrows climb seemingly on their own as he meets Vash’s gaze over the book.
“You sure you’re done?”
“heHh-! Yea- aHHhh-! Okay fine, I lied, s- sorry I have to- heh’NGTzz’uh-! knDT’huh-!”
“Don’t need to ‘pologize, it’s just sneezing.”
“ndJZT-! Thanks, sor- I mean, uh, thanks..? Or maybe I should sa-”
“Spikey, you’re making my head spin. Just take a breath, you ain’t in trouble.”
Wolfwood retorts, not missing the wince Vash lets out as he attempts to inhale through his nose. ‘Obviously congested. Given the way he’s holding those in, I’m surprised his head ain’t exploded yet.’
“hH’dNch’taa-!”
“Alright, what’s got you all worked up?”
“Wha- nothing, I’m alright, nothing’s up. haH’INgtchaa-! heHh-! Ihh… hehH-! hNGT-!guhhh…”
The heady sigh that follows sends shivers up Wolfwood’s spine. ‘Christ, if that made me uncomfortable, the hell is it doing to him? Guess I smacked him a little too hard last time he let one out, slapped the common sense right out of his head. The whole point was that we were hiding, not that he was sneezing.’ And yet, instead of voicing his concern, Wolfwood takes a role he finds easier, letting a witty retort slide out.
“Well that’s obviously not nothing. I wasn’t born yesterday needle noggin, despite you apparently thinkin’ I was.”
Pausing for a second, Wolfwood lets the concern bubbling up in his chest spill over into his tone, placing a hand on Vash’s leg, eyes softening.
“Just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Okay, alright… I might be just a touch sensitive…”
“Common knowledge.”
Vash lets out a grin, raising a hand to his chest mockingly, before his rambling continues, leg starting to shake, bringing the couch along with him. Trying to maintain focus, Wolfwood can feel his attention being drawn to the vibrations. Something within him stirs, memories starting to flood into his mind. The car shaking around him, watching Vash sleep, the way his tongue dips out against his lips whenever they hit a bump… ‘Damn it, focus!’
“Ouch, Nicholas. What I meant was- well okay maybe it’s easier to explain- well see- hold on… eh’KnDG’taa-! Scuse me, sorry, so what happened was, well-”
“Just spit it out already, blondie. Beginning to feel like a rock during an earthquake over here.”
A blush starts to pierce its way through Vash’s soft features, a warm tint mirroring the action on Wolfwood’s own cheeks. ‘Why does he look so damn adorable when he’s blushing? It’s wholly unfair. How’s a man supposed to stand firm when the accused looks so-’
“Meryl bought some kind of new spray”
The voice slices through his thoughts, sending Wolfwood careening back into the conversation.
“What?”
“She bought this new spray, I think it might be a perfume, but it might also be something for the car… all I know is she was using it earlier and I’m-”
A silence settles, Wolfwood finding himself watching Vash’s face contort as another sneeze works its way through his system. ‘It starts with his nose scrunching, then his eyes flutter, but they don’t shut. He’s fighting it, his hand comes up to rub it away, but the action only leads to his chest shaking… likely he just made the tickle worse. Then, sensing defeat, he’ll pinch his nose shut and-’
“INgT-!”
‘But his nose isn’t so easily satisfied. He barely gets another breath in before-’
“heH’KNDT-!uhh…”
‘And since he’s still not let it out, there’s gonna be a thir-’
‘H’AInG’taa-!”
‘So far there’s always been at least three.’
“Slightly allergic.”
“‘Slightly allergic’, huh? Just when did you come in contact with this spray?”
“M- maybe an hour ago..?”
“And you’re still sneezing this much? That’s hardly ‘slight’, Vash.”
At the sound of his name, Wolfwood watches Vash’s face darken three shades, a bright smile bursting onto his cheeks. It’s quickly quelled by the incessant tickle returning once more, eyes going blank as his mouth tips open.
“hh’GnDT-! aINGT’uhh-! haH’DTN’shh-!”
“Bless you.”
“Thanks, sorry. It really isn’t that bad, I promise, it’s just that… well… I came in here immediately after, and you were here already, so…”
“So?”
“It’s a bit embarrassing…”
Wolfwood laughs, gesturing to Vash with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
“Trust me, I’ve dealt with embarrassing. Have you seen you after a few too many drinks? You were hitting on a rock for almost 20 minutes.”
The comments trigger a deeper blush, Vash lightly swatting at his arm, but they seem to serve their purpose. His eyes have lost the hint of anxiety they were holding before, replacing it with an air of warmth that’s so distinctly Vash.
“I just need to… sneeze it out. It usually stops after that.”
“That’s all? In that case, I doubt holdin’ em in like you’ve been doin’ is helping remedy the situation.”
“N- not exactly… but it’s a habit!”
“Where was this ‘habit’ when we were hiding?”
Vash’s response is to rub his nose again, a timid whine escaping as he lets out a “That happened one time…” in reply. Wolfwood smirks, raising himself from the chair and strutting over to the couch, perching beside him, prompting Vash to sit up.
“What are yo-”
Wolfwood silences him by resting a finger between his eyes, laughter vibrating his chest as Vash attempts to cross his eyes to get a better look. Slowly Wolfwood lets his finger trace the bridge of Vash’s nose, the appendage trembling at the attention. He pauses right before the tip, making sure Vash meets his gaze.
“Don’t you dare hold these in, blondie. This is a one time deal, I won’t be offering this service again.”
A nod is all he gets in reply, Vash’s tongue sticking out between his teeth as he gasps, the hitchy quality of each inhale suggesting nodding is all he’s able to manage. Wolfwood responds by tapping the tip, letting his finger brush against his flaring nostrils as he pull away. The result is instant.
“heIShh’aa-! heh’aiyshh’oo-!”
Vash manages to get his arm up in time to cover the third, “eH’GNshH’iuhh-!” gesturing frantically at Wolfwood for something better to cover with.
“Nic- hddjzshhh’oo-! hh’AIYDZshh’oo-! Nicholas- hAiYshh’aa-! T-tihhSHH’oo-!”
“Managing to ask for a tissue with a sneeze, pretty impressive, blondie.”
The watery glare he’s met with is entirely for show, the giggle between shaky exhales giving away the truth. ‘He never was able to hide what he really felt. I used to think it was a curse, but the more time I spend with him, the more I’m beginning to think it’s a gift. One I don’t share.’
“eHH’GZshh’oo-! Nico, pleaahhh-! Please! hh’DjZshh’aa-!”
“Huh? Oh, right, sorry. I just have a couple napkins I swiped from the car, but they’re clean, if you wan-”
He’s cut off as Vash grabs them, face never leaving his arm. Wolfwood finds himself rubbing loose circles on Vash’s back, chuckling lightly at the groan that escapes after the deep blow. Brushing away the hairs that fell loose during the fit, Wolfwood offers a murmured blessing.
“Bless you.”
“Th- thank you… and uh… sorry about- eH’dzShh’aa-! Well, that… I know it’s gros-”
Wolfwood cuts him off with an eye roll, grabbing Vash’s arm and dragging him into a deep kiss. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, but without fail Vash collapses into the embrace every time it occurs. And, without fail, Wolfwood has to break it so they can both breathe, Vash seemingly content to faint in order to keep their lips touching.
“You’re not gross, blondie. Not to me.”
“Tha-”
“Plus, your sneezes are frankly adorable. Nothing compared to mine.”
A melodic laugh dances out of Vash’s chest, Wolfwood finding himself enchanted by the sound. The warmth in his chest spreads to his ears as Vash giggles out-
“I remember the first time you had a cold, nearly killed us all!”
“Hey, it ain’t my fault Meryl’s so jumpy. Woman nearly crashed us into a fucking rock because I had to clear my sinuses.”
Vash laughs harder, tears starting to sprout in the corners of his eyes as he leans into Wolfwood for support. ‘I could listen to this sound forever… if this was the only thing I got to hear for the rest of my life, I would be content.’
“heH’aizshh’oo-!”
“Bless you. Not quite done, then?”
“Just a couple leftover tickles, I promise.”
His nose still has a pink flush, but Wolfwood notices the twitching has stopped, so he decides to take Vash at his word for now. ‘Though if this interaction has been anything to go on, I’d better get that spray away from Meryl before she sparks another reaction. I doubt he has the self preservation to say anything himself.’
“I’ll have a talk with Meryl about not using that spra-”
“No! Nicholas you can’t! She was so excited, and she’ll feel so bad if she finds out, I can’t do that to her over a few sneezes, really, I’ll be fine!”
“Alright, alright. Jeez blondie, don’t blow a fuse. I’ll keep your secret. For now, you should go change. You probably still have some of that spray lingering on your clothes.”
“heH’iDZshh’aa-! I hadn’t even thought of that.”
A smirk works its way over Vash’s face, eyes lit with mischief that, frankly, still sets Wolfwood’s chest on fire, no matter how many times he sees it. As Vash practically purrs out his question, Wolfwood finds himself resisting the urge to pin him to the couch to kiss him again.
“Can I borrow another one of your shirts?”
In lieu of a response, Wolfwood stands, heading towards his room, Vash in toe. As they pass Meryl’s, Wolfwood lets a plan form. ‘If Meryl just happens to misplace the spray, Vash gets to keep being the good guy, Meryl doesn’t have to feel bad, and I don’t have to watch him attempt to subdue another attack. Everybody wins.’
Glancing back at Vash’s slightly pink nose as he attempts to rub it against his shoulder while walking, unsuccessfully, Wolfwood lets a smirk flash across his features once more, dropping a step, hand grabbing Vash’s with a light squeeze.
‘If this is what my life’s been leading to, well… I guess it was worth it after all.’
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you so much for the request!!#its a BIT different tone for them then i usually do#so im hoping that its still enjoyable!!!#snz#snzkink#t/rigun s/tampede#v/ash#w/olfwood#v/ashwood
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could i maybe request 32,47 and 52 for vash? 👉👈 (ft his bf wolfwood)
side note i love all the trigun and jjk fics you've been putting out and the buddy daddies fic,,, omfg i Love them sm
Aha- yes you can non, and I'm so sorry for the wait!!
(Honestly I'm not even sure if you'll still be around, so I'm really really sorry if you're not~ But thank you so much for the praise, and the request~)
1.8k words, prompts 32, 46, and 52, story under cut!
32. “Are you sick?”
47. Hiding sneezes
52. “Did you just sneeze?”
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There are moments that Wolfwood would swear Vash is born of the suns.
A muffled thud pulls Wolfwood from his coffee induced trance. Stumbling into the kitchen, Vash appears to have walked straight into a wall. Eyes half closed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the only response to this abrupt chance of pace is a yawn.
“Mornin’,” Wolfwood laughs, the greeting nearly knocking Vash off his feet. As the messy hair tilts in his direction, he notes the sweater hanging around Vash’s shoulders. “Ain’t that mine?”
It’s a rhetorical question, and they both know it. Wolfwood acquired said hoodie a few months back after some particularly intoxicated gentleman tried to purchase his jacket with it. The refusal was met with some slurred ‘k’p it an’way’ from the form stumbling out of the bar.
The sweater was much too loose on Wolfwood, the gifter having stood at least two heads taller. Still, Wolfwood was never one to toss out something of possible use, so the hoodie found itself stashed in some corner of a motel closet. It wasn’t until a chance encounter left Wolfwood staying in the same room a few years later that the sweater made its reappearance.
“Hey Nico, someone left a jacket in here!”
“Hm? Oh. Forgot about that.”
“Wait, this was yours? I didn’t know you’d been here before!”
“I’ve been ‘lot of places, blondie.”
The second he’d put it on, Vash’s entire face had lit up. The sleeves hung far past his hands, flapping at each movement. He spent the next couple hours just waving them around, convulsing with a laughter that left even Wolfwood smirking. It quickly became his nightshirt, though he’d normally be changed out of it by now.
“Makin’ a fashion statement today, are we?” Pulling his mind back to the present, Wolfwood catches up with his mouth, gesturing to the outfit.
Vash seemingly attempts a response. Instead, he only succeeds in a strangled noise that leaves them both wincing. With a light cough into his sleeve, he clears his throat and tries again. “Morning! Sorry about that.”
Raising an eyebrow, the silence echoes through the room. Wolfwood’s learned by now that commenting on the apology only leads to a never ending loop of ‘quit ‘pologizing’ followed by Vash’s instinctual apologies for apologizing.
“Want some?” Wolfwood offers instead,gesturing to the coffee leaving trails of steam drifting through the chilled morning air. The response is a chuckle, Vash shaking his head in time with his sleeves.
There’s a slight shake in his legs, accompanied by his fingers fidgeting through the holes in his sleeves. Once he picks up on this, Wolfwood’s eyes soften. Yeah, definitely not a coffee day. Vash can handle it occasionally, but if he’s feeling heightened anxiety already, caffeine tends to leave him jumpy.
It’s been a good week. Relatively calm, no angry mobs chasing him out of town. Hardly surprising he woke up anxious. Seems the universe can never cut the poor guy a break. If he has even a moment of peace, something has to come along to ruin it.
Wolfwood reaches up, lazily grabbing Vash’s hand and begins to rub soft circles against his palm. Vash gives him a soft smile in return, sinking into the chair closest to his and pouring out a serving of juice.
He’s barely taken a sip before a far off look consumes his eyes. Wolfwood squeezes his hand. Not a word spoken, but a question asked. Vash answers in the form of a hum, laying his arms on the table and resting his forehead against them.
“Gon’ suffocate like that, needle noggin,” Wolfwood says, noticing Vash’s shoulders shake lightly. Laughter? Didn’t think it was that funny. After a moment Vash emerges, mist lining his eyes. Okay it can’t have been that funny. Maybe… crying?
“Y’alright?” Despite the rough grammar, his tone is soft. Gentle in a way the blue-eyed dipshit just seems to pull out of him. Despite countless attempts to maintain just a touch of his previously rough exterior.
Vash shakes his head, which Wolfwood takes to mean no. Before he can ask any further questions, he realizes he misinterpreted the action. Vash’s eyes remain hazy, his metal arm raising to meet his face as he flinches against the back of it.
“tnsshiew-!”
“Blessin’,” Wolfwood pauses, analyzing the man sitting in front of him. There’s a pinch to Vash’s brows, his teeth beginning to show as gasps fall from his lips. The light reflecting from drops hanging off his lashes matches the metallic sheen coating his hand. “More?”
“Y- yeah…” Vash manages to choke out. One breath, two, and he ducks again, this time his voice crackling through the pitchy sounds. “in’kasshhiew-! hh’akkshihiew-!”
“Another blessin’.”
“Thanks,” Vash smiles, raising his other hand to swipe away some stray drops migrating down his cheeks. After a breath he pipes up again with a “Sorry-” before seeming to catch himself, and trailing off into a light cough. His knee brushes against Wolfwood’s as it resumes its trembling, dipping in rapid succession as the table shakes.
Wolfwood reaches down, placing his hand against Vash’s leg. Meeting his gaze, the tone used is lower. “You okay? If somethin’s the matter, you know you can tell me.”
Blushing under the scrutiny, Vash lets a sniff escape before verbalizing his response. “Yeah, sorry, I’m alright.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Vash nods enthusiastically, though Wolfwood clocks the way he flinches at the movement. “I’m gonna sit on the couch, put a little music on, you wanna join?”
Pressing a kiss against Vash’s temple, Wolfwood stands, heading towards the sink to rinse his mug. Not waiting for a more solid answer, Vash heads off towards the radio with a touch more speed then he should have this early.
A sweet melody begins to swirl through the air, followed by a muffled sound Wolfwood can’t quite make out. Electing to ignore it, he hums along with the rising beats, settling into the couch next to Vash. A few words slipping out as the song begins to slow again, he raises his arm so Vash can settle against his chest.
The singing soon fades away, a light instrumental taking its place. Wolfwood feels his eyes begin to shut, starting to drift off. The light in the room dulls as a few clouds cover the suns, everything bathed in a peaceful haze.
A sudden jerk snaps the room back into focus.
“What w’s that?”
“Sorry,” Vash shrugs, snuggling deeper into Wolfwood’s chest. “Arm fell asleep.”
“Oh, s’all?” Clearing the sleep from his voice, Wolfwood lets his chin rest against Vash’s hair, breathing in the floral notes. As the rise and fall of his chest leaves them both slightly rocking, Wolfwood lets his eyes shut again. Still, a nagging suspicion keeps his consciousness focused on the form in his arms.
Sure enough the shudder comes again, this time with an audible “engnkt-!”
Gazing down, Wolfwood leans back to get a clearer view of Vash’s face. “Did you just sneeze?”
Vash’s eyes are cloudy, his fingers still pinched round his nose. “S- sorry… I’b dot… dot fidished…. hH’ingkt-!”
Letting his lips meet Vash’s forehead, Wolfwood whistles. The warmth is low enough that it was easily missed earlier. Combined with the shivers bounding through the frail form huddling in his arms, the fever is obvious.
“Let ‘em out, blondie. Can’t have you blowin’ a fuse on me.”
There’s no reply, but considering the panting, it’s not for lack of desire. Wolfwood feels his heart skip a beat as Vash’s canines peek out from between his lips. It’s not unusual for his teeth to show in a smile, but Vash isn’t the type to snarl, so watching them get bared is a rare pleasure. Dropping his fingers, Vash aims for cupped hands, spinning himself towards the couch.
“hh’kNZSHhuh-! hk’PTZSHh-! ARKSHh’oo-!”
“Bless,” Wolfwood chuckles, the harshness never failing to get a jump outta him. They’ve never seemed fond of being held back, reaching a vocal quality the timid man producing them seems utterly incapable of.
“Thagks.”
“Are you sick, or is somethin’ settin’ you off?” Brushing loose strands from Vash’s forehead, the heat seems to have rapidly increased. “You feel a bit warm.”
“It’s not-” Whatever denial Vash was attempting to produce fades away as his voice breaks, leaving him descending into a rough cough. He begins to lean away, attempting to aim himself towards the floor instead. A squeak breaks free as he slides towards the edge of the couch, only being saved as Wolfwood grabs his arm.
“Vash.”
The coughs halt immediately at the name, Vash’s head swinging around to face Wolfwood. The look that he gives could melt anyone, okay? It’s not a him problem, no one could resist those puppy-dog eyes. No one.
“You sick?”
With a faint nod, Vash sniffles again. His eyes begin to swim, lip quivering with what seems to be only half irritation. He knuckles his nose, a light huff slipping out. It’s obvious it wasn’t aimed at anyone but himself.
“That’s not a crime, blondie,” Wolfwood pauses to cup Vash’s cheek, thumbing away a stray tear. “ I’m not gon’ be mad at you for gettin’ ill.”
“B- but… if I get you sick, I’ll be mad at myself.”
Wolfwood chuckles, a smirk breaking loose as the corner of Vash’s mouth twitch up. He’s never been able to hear someone else’s laughter without joining in. “I won’t let you. Jus’ means you’ll get a chance to take care of me back.”
“Back?” Vash pipes up, tilting his head in one of his many acts of pure innocence. Ironic, given all he’s capable of. Ever the walking contradiction.
“Yup. Starting right now, you’re under my care.” Wolfwood grins, starting to sit up. Vash feigns a shudder, earning himself a light slap upside the head. Still, Wolfwood doesn’t miss the way his leg is bouncing again.
“Vash.”
Those eyes turn to look at him again.
“I love you.”
Vash pales, the rose stain against his cheeks blooming up to his ears. It doesn’t matter how many times it’s said, blondie always reacts as if it’s a revelation. “I love you too, Nicholas.”
Wolfwood slides onto the floor, standing up and pulling Vash close in one graceful movement. Suddenly playful, he lets his lips brush against Vash’s ear. “That’s my shirt, ya know.”
Vash hums, leg going still. “Need to take it off me?”
Wolfwood grins, lips greedily meeting Vash’s. He sighs against the feeling, the world dissolving away as the two draw closer until even they can’t tell where one ends and another begins.
Finally Vash pulls away to direct a “knshhiew-!” into his collar.
Catching his breath, Wolfwood addresses the earlier question. “For now, you can keep it. At least until you’re better. In case you need some motivation.”
The laughter that follows pulls the air straight from Wolfwood’s lungs.
There are moments that Wolfwood would swear Vash is born of the suns.
#waterfallwrites#waterfallasks#thank you for the request and im so truly sorry it took so long!!#I'm hoping to start filling these again faster#but im not gonna make any promises just yet#(still have a bit of a hectic week coming up but after that i'll have a lot more free time!~)#but this one was fun to write even if it's a bit short~#t/rigun s/tampede#v/ashwood#v/ash#w/olfwood
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hmm snzcanons for Mahito 👀?? Ik he's evil but he's silly
Evil doesn't dissuade me, just means they need to be a lil tormented.... ego stripped... or uh... ~snzified <3~
I think M/ahito loves the act of sneezing. He loves experiencing new things, and sneezing is something that feels satisfying (at times) so he just adores it.
I think he will tack on really over the top hitching/whining, just really playing into the tickle, and ends up with these vocal, drawn out kind of sneezes. Something like 'hHIeASShhh'ihh-! hIhh- hueHh! yiEHzashh-ieww!'
Buuuut if he just let them come naturally, it would end up more like 'yeishh'iew-! hIH'ashhuh-!' whiiiich does end up happening if he gets sick. I think he also enjoys the idea of being sick, so much so that he'll actively seek it out when possible, buuuuut once he is sick, he tends to get a bit whiny.
He does enjoy the symptoms, and will often brag about them,
"Isn't this such an interesting experience! Hey G/eto, look at my... my nose... hHh.. eHhHAh- YIEazSShh'oo-! Woah, isn't that cool!"
Buuuut the fatigue/fevers do tend to hit him hard, so he'll seek comfort.
Whiiich is difficult to find, considering he's wholly unwilling to even attempt to cover anything. Coughing, sneezing, literally no effort goes into covering. In fact sometimes he'll get people's attention just so they can watch the show~
I don't actually think he's sensitive to things, like at all, despite being such a new curse. He finds this out when he spends weeks trying to provoke more sneezing in new ways.
He does, however, have a few allergies, and he can tell you exactly what each one is, and how he'll react to it. (He does many, many experiments, much to his fellow curse's chagrin).
This got a bit lengthy hahaha~ hope that's alright!! <3
#waterfall snzcanons#waterfallasks#m/ahito!! lil curse guy!!#actually haven't done anything with him yet either#but i hope these are enjoyable~~#ive def thought about him before.#specifically bc ithadtobesneezing used to call him one of her lil guys#veeery briefly but it did happen~#but also hes just a silly lil lad#silly guy. silly guy with deeper crazy and i love that~
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Thank you to the INCREDIBLE @ezynse for giving me this so I can ramble about my guys~ 😭💗ily so much
(part one can be found ~here~)
~From This Ask Game~
Part Two: G/ojo
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🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)
If he let it out naturally, it would be whiny, slightly desperate, and deeply ticklish, yet still soft. Something along the lines of "hh'yiieshhiew-! hiHhZShh'tiew-! hiHHkashh'ih-! tshhieew-!"
But he normally likes to add some ~flair~ to them, whether to annoy people, or just for fun. So they end up sounding more like "hK'yIEZShhh'CHOO-! anGZShhh'shhoo-! krZSHHhhioo-!"
Though, he can also stifle almost perfectly, (though he can't keep it up forever), so those can range from "nxt-! kxt-!" to "enGXT-! ah'dNT-!" all the way through to ones that break free with more of a "knzshh-! dt'chh-! ah'nGXT'iew-!"
😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?
Multiple times. If he gets one sneeze, and just one, it's a sure sign that something is wrong. Like for some reason he is holding the rest back (which he's entirely capable of, at least for a little bit~) or he has some sort of illness, basically the only time he'd get singles, though it's still rare.
Even his 'natural' sneeze comes out in multiples. Photic sneezes are always multiples, allergies are fits, and usually sickness is fits, albeit sometimes spread out ones. T
he cause will change the desperation of the fit, how long it lasts, maybe how intense the sneezes are, but the amount varies more based on how sensitive he's feeling that day. (he's incredibly sensitive, but some days are worse then others).
😭: When they’re sick, do they try to downplay their symptoms, or do they treat every little cold like the plague? Do they whine a lot, or do they complain quietly or even just in their head?
I think he's the first one I've done for this where it's an intense complainer. Mans could have the sniffles and he'll act like he's literally about to die. Whining all the time, INCREDIBLY clingy, pathetic, just a mess.
However. This all ends the second he actually starts feeling that the illness/attack is out of his control. If he starts feeling actually unwell, like there's actual weakness being shown, the complaining will stop because he will vanish. Just dip immediately, you will not see him anymore. </3
���: How wet are their sneezes? Do they spray barely at all, or are you gonna need an umbrella? Do they try to cover at all, or just let it go? Do they sniffle a lot when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them?
(still not a mess person 😭) I'd say he gets a little bit of mist if he's letting them out naturally, but when he does the whole exaggeration thing then they end up a little wetter because he's spraying a bit more. However his stifles end up pretty dry, surprisingly, until they start being a little more let out/escaping.
Absolute sniffle man. Purposefully to annoy the people around him or/and show how pathetic and miserable he sounds. He wants the attention, whether that's sympathy or annoyance, attention is attention <3
😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?
Not embarrassed, doesn't care, in fact I'd go so far as to say he likes them because they get him attention. However. If his natural slips out when he doesn't mean for it to, that can get him a little embarrassed. Also he does not apologize, but he might give a mocking "wow, sooorry!" or "exSCUSE me!" entirely meant to draw more attention/tease.
📝: Quick! Come up with a scenario for them! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just something you think would be cute or something you’d like to see with them!
Off the top of my head- so it's not gonna be very good, and it's feat. Nanami because while my heart is a satosugu, they're a lil too tragic for the lighthearted prompt im thinkin of rn <3
The first indication of a fit was the hitching. Nanami had to push Gojo to keep from him hitting a wall. Still, no one batted an eye. It was more unusual to go a day without a Satoru Sneeze, and he's not exactly known for being careful.
When the sneeze never came, Nanami didn't bat an eye. Any scents could be setting him off, or the lights, but with infinities help, it makes sense that it would be held off.
But when Nanami turns around to scold him for lagging behind, his glasses nearly fall off at the sight waiting him. Gojo has one hand pressed against his nose, blindfold hanging around his neck, tears streaming from his brilliant blues.
"What are you doi-"
"Shhh!! You'll sc- hh... scare it away!"
"What are you on about?"
BLAH BLAH- Gojo has to sneeze, it isn't coming, and he drops infinity, still doesn't come, he's staring at the lights, still not coming, eventually Nanami has to grab him by the arm and pull him into a heavily scented store (bath and body works typa place).
Then Nanami gets the fun task of explaining to the concerned bystanders and employees why there's a man having a desperate allergy attack frantically smelling a candle that seems to be only making it worse. (and letting out whines that are frankly undignified).
THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS THIS HAS BEEN SO FUN AND I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THESE WERE <3333
(and I'd also be incredibly down to write this one sometime, though this was more off the top of my head and I'm not sure how good it is hahaha~)
#waterfallasks#waterfall snzcanons#waterfall snzarios#thank you for the asks i adore you~~~#dont mind the NOVEL i just wrote in response but im so feral brained about them rn#i literally started. hyperventilating. 2 sentences into this post.#im actually so insane about him it makes it hard to handle#but in a way that i ADORE i love him so much auhdsjoigknjo THANK YOU!!!!
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Hi! I was wondering if you had any more V/NC snz or h/c ideas/thoughts? 👀
One of my favorite scenarios for them is that I feel like they’re set up really well for coming down with a cold in the rain/snow! It was. Definitely on my mind when they spent so long in the snow in part 2 lol. Very very soft for the image of Van or N/oe getting sick in cold weather and the other giving them their jacket. Vampire constitution is also an interesting area—N/oe teasing a sick V about human frailty or Van/itas complaining to a sick N/oe that he’s supposed to be stronger. I feel like these two clowns would end up getting each other sick and then one of the girls would have to step in and take care of them both lmao.
Vampire scenarios also work really well here like if one of the vampires is drinking blood from one of the others, but they’re wearing a new perfume/cologne that irritates the vampire’s nose. Perfumes are often concentrated on the neck and/or wrist, which are exactly the places we’ve seen vampires feed from most often in this anime… the proximity could make their reaction even worse, maybe causing them to sneeze helplessly against the other’s neck/wrist?
Van/itas begrudgingly giving a sick N/oe some of his blood (not straight from the vein of course, from a separate container) to help him recover faster so they can get on with their mission and certainly not because he cares about him in the slightest or anything like that.
That scene (or a similar one) where Do/mi binds V, but he needs to sneeze from whatever cause and it gets stuck. She might decide to have a little more fun playing with him since she has the chance,,, maybe even using a feather from a masquerade mask/costume or a quill?
Hello! So I uh... I saw this when it first came in, and I intended to answer fast but... honestly just kept coming back and reading it~ You have so many good ideas here!~ (also been on a little 'not motivated' kick, so been a lot less active~)
In order to not flood the feed, I'll stick my answers under a cut!~ But I'll say here, genuinely... that last one... I'm a little dizzy from now much I adore that >///< now get ready for some rambling!
(V/anitas No C/arte Spoilers Under Cut!!)
ALRIGHT~ Now that the readmore's out of the way, let's get into this.
Firstly, the!! snow!!! I'm not a super heavy whump/general sickness person but... fevered Vanitas...? A little out of breath~ I so completely agree that if one goes down, so does the other. Noe catches something and Vanitas quarantines him to a hotel room. Vanitas only enters the room once. Vanitas is sick as a dog the next day <3 (he complains the ENTIRE time, but... hey... weirdly enough, now that he's sick... seems the 'stay AWAY from me' has faded into a light 'mmmmpf. fine.' weird how that works~)
And the girls taking care of themmmm! Even if both aren't sick, I can totally see one calling the 'other's girl' like "come get this IDIOT to take his STUPID medicine!!" (or in Noe's case, "Hey... so I don't think he's gonna let me give him the- I said give me a mINUTE pleAse! The medicine... he uh- tried to bite me last time I tried-")
Or, alternatively, the girls trying to watch over their sick boys, just to realize the only way to actually get anything done without constant nagging, complaining, and moping, is to let the idiots be together. Funny, given how adamant they were just the other day that they 'never wanted to be in the same room again'. And yet, the only time they'll sleep is when the other's safely in the same room.
And then the perfume... lord knows I've thought about that- I'm definitely more of a Vanitas girlie but uh... Noe could use a little suffering too <3 And then the girls?? ugh- just so many possibilities. And, selfishly because, ~Vanitas Girlie~ the idea of him mocking Noe mercilessly for having a fit from the person's perfume, just to succumb to a few stifles of his own from mere proximity. And, ofc, Noe would never find humour in that. (aka: he laughed, and Vanitas punched him~)
And uh... that last one... yeah nothing more to be said than I still in fact lose my actual genuine mind any time I think about it~ Vanitas, always in control, smug, arrogant, being knocked down a peg... and by Domi...? Ahahaha~ Let's just say yes <3
As a gift for making it this far, have a Vanitas~
(I did say this would be long-)
Now onto some of my own hcs or thoughts~
Pulling out the google doc again hehe~ let's do this bullet point style, then throw a few scenarios I had considered on at the end~
Vanitas:
★ Tells Noe (or most anyone) to shut up if he gets blessed
★ Regardless, will pout if he doesn't get blessed (including if he just told them to stop)
★ Enjoys most blessings, despite pretending he doesn't, but French ones will always make him blush a little~ (Noe mostly goes for a classic English, Domi figures out first that the French gets Vanitas, she debates telling Noe for about 3 days)
★ Has allergies <3 Hates, and I do mean hates that he has allergies
★ Wants to fit in with the rich crowd, but he's very sensitive to their strong perfumes and colognes, sometimes feels like he's allergic to nobility itself
★ Usually prepared, whether that's medication, avoiding settings, or setting his will in place to get through without a single symptom presenting itself
★ Despite all this, he almost never has tissues on him. Doesn't believe in handkerchiefs for anything but watering eyes or dabbing at blood, and even if he does use them, they're a 'one-and-done' deal in his mind
★ Allergic to certain types of flowers, but put him in a setting with enough of them and you'll get a reaction (aka: Waterfall wishes that scene had an allergic twist, and you know what? in my mind it does <3)
★ Not actually that prone to sickness, but when he goes down he goes down hard (and Noe will always catch it too, despite how careful they both try to be)
★ Will somehow play up every single symptom for attention, and also feign ignorance when presented with any genuine concern. A mixture of "I'b dyigggg-" and "I'b fide, shud ub." At the same time. And yes, this does get unbelievably irritating, and honestly... that's kinda the point </3
★ Cannot stand having a fever around other people, which is part of the reason he hates getting sick so often. He's quite prone to them~
Noe:
☆ Compulsive blesser, and this applies to himself as well. The only time he might miss a blessing is if he's offering an 'excuse me' instead
☆ Yes, he even blesses in the midst of battle, much to Vanitas's utter infuriation (and being around him so much, Vanitas has slipped up a few times and offered his own blessing. Noe adores this, Vanitas despises it~)
☆ Doesn't have an actual allergies (which pisses Vanitas off) but does have a few vampire-specific sensitives, as well as... I kinda love the idea of like- if he's reading a memory where someone felt certain... sensations... he feels them too?~
☆ While he doesn't have allergies, he does get sick quite often. Which Vanitas finds utterly insufferable, similiar to anything this poor man does <3 because you're a VaMpIre?!?! How are you this WEAk???
☆ Noe will always get sick if Vanitas does, but the opposite doesn't apply. While it's more than likely Vanitas will catch it too, there have been a few cases he doesn't. Noe however? Poor lad has not evaded a single illness one of his friends has befallen
☆ While he's not allergic, his nose is still sensitive, especially to touch. Feathers, flowers, even just a finger, all will work wonders when gently brushed against his delicate bridge or flaring nostrils~
☆ He's fairly similar to Vanitas in the illness department, at least in of that he will complain, a bit of a whining mess, but will still insist on coming along to every adventure
☆ Where he differes is that he won't deny any of the symptoms, and will openly admit how unwell he feels, just refuses that to be a valid reason not to join
☆ He's quite clingy when feeling unwell, and was genuinely surprised to find how much attention Vanitas will, albeit begrudengly, give him
☆ Domi has a specific gesture she does when he feels unwell, running her hands along his hair, down this cheeks, along his neck, and up the bridge of his nose. She learned it from Louis. Vanitas sees her doing it one night, and notices the way neither of them can quite seem to meet the other's eye. He never says a word, but the next time Noe's down with a vicious fever, he's surprised to feel the same familiar touch, despite Domi being far away on business. They never speak of it
☆ Canonically he has trouble sleeping if he isn't holding onto something, so... ofc this means that he's prone to waking up with a fit into his pillow, or whatever unfortunate victim he's currently clinging onto when sick~
A Few Scenarios:
✦ The flower scene, but Vanitas is a bit more allergic than he'd like to admit. Who will be the first to notice? Or, will he be be able to hide it at all? There's more important things to focus on, for all of them, and yet... maybe this is the perfect change to take care of something they can fix~
✦ The Day Noe Found Out About Vanitas's Perfume Allergy: aka, they attend a fancy party, but Noe notices Vanitas often sneaking off. More than that, he's acting weird. Quieter than usual. Noe confronts him, and Vanitas brushes it off, but... are- are his shoulders shaking? Is he... crying..?? Nope, turns out he's sneezing, these... little squeaks that seem to be doing nothing to satiate the ever-growing tickle. Jeez, even Noe's eyes are watering at this point. Time for a little intervention
✦ Noe gets sick for the first time, and Vanitas learns that his bodyguard may need a little guarding of his own. (Cue some chaos, some caretaking, and some comfort. Turns out Vanitas isn't as cold as he may come acrross, at least, not when he's certain Noe won't remember it in the morning~)
✦ Every. Single. Time. Noe. Sneeze. It. Scares. Vanitas. And you know what? Maybe it's time for a little payback. (aka: Vanitas tries to induce Noe, figuring if he has to be freaked out, and embarrassed, well... he should get to have some fun too. Backfires splendidly, turns out even when he's the cause, the volume is still enough to make Vanitas jump. Cue some playfully annoyed banter~)
Aaaaand if you made it to the end of this, well... sorry for the essay, but I hope this was worth the wait!! And that you can enjoy at least some of it~ I've not been in the writing mindset lately, but I do hope to get around to these boys someday, they just... they need some sneeziness, they just do <3
#waterfallasks#waterfall snzarios#waterfall snzcanons#waterfallrambles#by god i put so MANY words in this ahahaha#I'm?? so sorry?? ackhgak~#but hopefully it's welcome!! god i need to rewatch this show now ahaha~
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Breaking Windows & Walls
The one in which R/anpo must save P/oe (for a change) and discovers the reason his dear accomplice was captured. And then, once they’re safe, R/anpo discovers something else, this time about himself.
Requested by the dear @onetrickponi. I hope I didn't make you wait tooooo long, and hopefully this can help give you a little distraction right now <333 (Not sure how well I did the 'language' part, but I hope you can enjoy it anyways~!)
The Request:
- R/anpo helping out P/oe, (role reversal from canon)
- R rescuing P, P has a raging head cold, R figures out quickly, (P can silent stifle, but the shuddering is hard to miss)
- P is sleeping, R admires him, and is fascinated with getting P to sneeze freely
Characters: P/oe, R/anpo (R/anpoe ship lightly implied) ft. T/anizaki
Word Count: 3.4k (a 'ficlet' she said, lying. Sorry hahaha~)
~~~ Windows ~~~
It should have been straightforward.
The intel was carefully collected, each step was crafted with precision. The script was perfect and the stage was set. Ranpo even deduced how it would all go down. It should have been straightforward, there was no room for errors.
“Instead, I’m stuck breaking into a building at three am all alone because no one else wants to wake up for a rescue mission.” Kneeling next to the basement window, Ranpo finds himself monologuing. Not an uncommon occurrence, simply a side effect of the incredible deduction ability!
Placing his jacket against the glass, Ranpo directs a firm blow, and- ouch, that was harder than expected. The following crash elicits a yelp from the detective tied to a chair in the middle of the moonlit room. Sliding through the frame with ease, Ranpo lands gracefully, flashing a smirk towards his colleague.
“Care to explain how you got caught using my brilliant plan, Poe-kun?”
The bleary gaze he gets in return answers all on its own. Still, Ranpo finds himself waiting for the vocalized response, bowing slightly in one of his favourite poses. Poe simply watches him, an unfamiliar look resting behind his eyes. Maybe drugged?
“That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” Ranpo demands, foot starting to tap against the glass splattered floor. Each crunch leaves Poe wincing, his lips parted in what Ranpo can only assume is a scowl, quite rude seeing as this is a rescue operation.
“How did you find me?” Poe replies, a quiet undertow of exhaustion to his words. Ranpo decides to ignore the way he dodged the question, instead taking a new stance, hands against his hips.
“You missed check in.”
This response seems to stick in the air, Poe tilting his head towards the window. “Has… has it really been that long?”
“We don’t have all night, the guards are on break for now but they’ll be back in four minutes. Probably assumed you wouldn’t be able to get out on your own,” Ranpo offers, clicking open his knife, and beginning to slice the rope. “I don’t blame them, how were they to know I was coming to your aid.” As the rope falls limp against the ground, Ranpo turns to the window, beginning to climb up.
He’s halted as a voice sounds out, timid yet clear. “I can’t climb through there.”
Without casting a glance back, Ranpo tosses his reply over his shoulder. “I put my jacket over the glass, it’s perfectly safe, you won’t get cut. Now, stop hesitating, we have to go. My rescue, like all my plans, is flawless if you follow my instructions.”
Based on the weighted sigh and crunching beginning to sound off from behind him, it seems the words got their point across.
Along with one more noise, he can’t quite place. “hh’kngt-! ngxt-! ngt’chh-!”
Once they’re both through the window, Ranpo leads the way, watching his breath swirl through the chilled night air. Maybe using your only coat to break a window isn’t the best plan.
“So, are you planning to tell me how exactly you got captured?” Ranpo begins, spinning on his heel to gaze at the detective-
-not following him? Still at the window, Poe’s back is towards him, body dipping in rapid succession. Even without his coat, the edge of cold in the air is dulled, certainly not sharp. It shouldn’t be leading to this level of shivering, he’d deduced early on it might be unpleasant, but not full shivering…?
“Poe-kun, are you alri-”
“nxgt’chiew-!”
At the noise, Poe whips around to face Ranpo, pink staining his pale cheekbones. “I’m so sorry, Ranpo-kun, that one escaped, it was just… I was distracted and…”
Ranpo begins to piece together the series of events that led them here. They didn’t speak in person, instead texted. Being careful with wording, it was easy to get away with his affliction. The deductions didn’t take into account Poe’s altered mental state from the fever, and… this leaves only one conclusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
This seems to catch Poe off guard, further evidence towards the conclusion being correct. He raises a hand back to his face, this time not turning around as he crushes a few more bursts silently into his palm.
Once the attack dies down, Poe lifts his voice, head remaining bowed. “I’m not… I’m not sick. Just something in the air doesn’t agree with… it doesn’t agree with me! That’s all.” The statement is punctuated with a sharp cough that leaves his breath rising into the air, mimicking the eyebrow raise Ranpo points his way.
“You’re sick. I don’t even need to use deduction to figure that out,” Ranpo pauses, pulling out his glasses with a flick of the wrist. The panicked look he receives confirms his further suspicions as he continues. “But I could use it to figure out exactly what went wrong, if you refuse to tell me.”
The truth is, both of them already know what went down. Poe was supposed to infiltrate the cell with a carefully constructed ruse, and said ruse didn’t account for the fevered slurring. Since each exact line was crucial to the interaction, slipping up was a dead giveaway. Add the fits that left him breathless, and he was basically a rabbit walking into a wolf den.
Easy prey. And even easier to avoid, if all facts had been given from the start.
“There’s no need for that, Ranpo-kun. I’m… I’m well aware that if… if you… hh-!” Dipping back into his palm, Poe stifles the next few bursts.
“nchh-! en’chh-! nchhh-! nn’chh-!” Each sound is no louder than a gust of air. If he wasn’t in the middle of a sentence, maybe Ranpo wouldn’t have noticed at all.
Instead, he finds himself studying Poe. They seem to come in sets, rapid-fire bursts that build intensity as they’re suppressed. Poe’s knees buckle as he leans against the wall, the final one nearly scraping its way out again. As the fit subsides, it leaves only a breathless “gnxt’chh-!” to show it existed at all.
Without a word, Ranpo drapes Poe’s arm over his shoulders, bearing the majority of his weight. Lips part, a refusal starting to bloom on his tongue, but Ranpo shuts it down with a single look. Once he’s confident the remaining gap is only for breathing, they begin their journey back towards the car. Finally.
A few steps in, Poe begins to shudder against him. The fever shouldn’t be this bad, not this fast, is he sicker than previously thought? Maybe it’s chills, those can cause- Oh.
Catching a glimpse of the undeniably itchy look on Poe’s face, the answer is suddenly obvious. Almost ridiculous he didn’t catch on before, Poe was just doing it. Still, these are even quieter than before, each stifle perfectly silenced. Not even a brush of air escapes from his pinched nose.
“Blessings, Poe-kun.”
Given the horror that passes through Poe’s eyes, you’d have thought Ranpo stabbed him. And even so, the words seem to have that effect, his breath growing faint as he nearly knocks himself to the ground attempting to face Ranpo.
“Wha- what?” Poe stammers, eyes beginning to show through his hair as the wind brushes a few strands from his rose coloured cheeks. Ranpo can’t help but chuckle at the sight, he can be quite adorable at times…
“It’s a blessing,” even while teasing, Ranpo can’t help himself from providing the explanation, despite Poe clearly knowing already. “In western culture, people offer one when someone is suffering with sternutations.”
“Y- yeah I know-”
“Seeing as you’re fluent in English, and originally from America, I thought it appropriate to partake in the culture you’d be more familiar with,” Ranpo lowers his voice, eyes meeting Poe’s in a gaze that almost feels too personal. There’s a slight water beginning to run down Poe’s cheeks, and Ranpo decides not to think too much into that, problems for another day.
“Thank you, Ranpo-kun,” Poe begins, turning away for a minute with a hushed noise.
Well that won’t do. “Speak up, I can’t understand you when you’re muttering. It’s like trying to interpretare Karl’s noises.”
The flush deepens as the floor seems to grow in interest rapidly to Poe. “I- it just… sometimes… well uh so just… sometimes it gets hard to not be speaking in… my language. Especially when the words are already… a little fuzzy.”
“From the fever,” Ranpo finishes, ignoring the pleas of ‘no’ and ‘I’m fine’ that burst almost as rapidly as the previous fits. There’s a beat of silence, Poe leaning back against Ranpo as his knees begin to shake again, Ranpo trying to ignore the way… holding him up feels, almost protective.
“I guess we do speak in my language most of the time, don’t we?”
Poe doesn’t meet his eye, instead ducking into his wrist with another stifle, this time it slips through his defenses. “eh’gnxtieww-!”
Letting his voice blow warm air against Poe’s ear, Ranpo begins to speak again. His accent is flawed, and the words are rough around the edges, but the sentence is grammatically perfect English.
“Bless you, Edgar. Let’s get you home.”
There’s a sharp inhale in reply, though if it’s from the English or another sneeze is anyone's guess. Pulling him closer, Ranpo continues back to the car, without a coat he’s starting to freeze out here, both detectives being sick isn’t gonna help anyone.
A noise breaks the silence after a few minutes. It’s soft, Poe’s accent dulled by the familiar American tones. “Thank you, Ranpo.”
~~~ Walls ~~~
As the car door closes, both detectives breathe a sigh of relief. As always, Ranpo’s foresight was excellent, leaving the car running so the backseat was warmed. Poe still shivers violently, Ranpo sighing as the shuddering devolves back into another silent fit. Each jerking motion is followed by a wince, his sinuses clearly upset at the abuse.
Regardless, pressing the issue further is sure to lead to more denials, so Ranpo lets it go, however obvious the infliction may be. Almost insulting at this point to act like it’s not noticeable.
“I called Kunikida to pick us up, since I can’t drive us home, and…” Ranpo leaves ‘you’re in no state’ unsaid. “Though I suspect he’ll be sending Tanizaki in his place. His schedule doesn’t allow for such early morning adventures.”
“Genius as always, Ranpo-kun,” Poe replies, doubling over into his lap as the words bring another set of coughs along for the ride. Ranpo can’t help flinching at the noises, which… of course Poe noticed, and pulled away.
“Hey,” Ranpo says, softening his voice. “That doesn’t sound too good. Should I call Kunikida back and ask him to bring some Esutakku Eve Fine?”
Poe chuckles lightly in response, rewarded with another harshly stifled sneeze for his efforts. “eh’gznnxch-! Despide livig here for years dnow, I’b still dot caughdt up with medicadtions.”
The congestion barely hides the exhaustion starting to lace his words, and he continues to mumble something Ranpo only catches as ‘Quill’ and ‘brand names’.
It wasn’t an answer for ‘should I call Kunikida’, but Ranpo easily deduces that at nearly six am, he wouldn’t be picking up anyways. As these deductions start to fade away, Ranpo feels a weight hit his shoulder. Eyes turn down to find Poe slumped against him.
For a moment, a single moment, all his logic is void, and Ranpo finds himself panicking. Did Poe just faint? The fever was bad, but it shouldn’t have been passing out levels of bad- Maybe calling Kunikida is the right choice after all, or maybe Dazai, he’d actually answer, or mayb Atsu-
The panicked rantings are cut off by congested snores starting to fill the silent air. Logic takes its seat back at the forefront of his mind as Ranpo feels his breathing slow to normal. He’s just sleeping. Given how sick he is, and the events of last night, that makes complete sense.
Gently lifting his arm, Ranpo watches Poe curl closer to his chest, a slight hum breaking free from his chapped lips. In this moment, this quiet peace, Ranpo finds himself bathing in the beauty radiating from the heat-kissed detective in his arms.
As light peeks in through the glass, the warm colours wash over Poe’s delicate features, gliding across his fever-stained cheeks. A feeling starts to form in Ranpo’s mind, one that jumps down into his gut. All the deduction in the world wouldn’t be enough to pinpoint this feeling, and none was even tried.
Ranpo feels his breath catch as Poe stirs, reaches a hand up, and stifles into his wrist. A slight wisp of air escapes, “en’chh-!” not as silent as before, yet still nothing at all like a real sneeze. As he curls back in, the snoring beginning anew, Ranpo finds himself grappling with a new fact.
He wants to see Poe let them out.
Stifling even in his sleep, it’s just… it’s so controlled, and so careful, and so nervous, and- Ranpo just wants to see it set free. To watch Poe let it go, and completely open up.
Careful not to wake him, feeling his heartbeat in his throat, Ranpo angles himself so Poe’s head is resting in his lap, and sets to work. He gently traces the bridge of Poe’s nose with his finger, pressing at the tip. He can feel it pulse at the touch, a quiver running through his nostrils that spreads down Ranpo’s entire body in response.
Still, despite the irritation, it doesn’t seem to be enough. So, reaching into his pocket, Ranpo pulls out a tissue he’d left there days earlier. Unused, of course, though it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Despite knowing the procedure, he’d never performed the action before.
Ranpo felt his hands tremble as he twisted a corner into a point, running it along his hand to test. It’s soft, leaving sensations not unlike a tickle along his skin. This should be ideal. Glancing over towards Poe, Ranpo finds his heartbeat speeding up, his breaths coming shallow and fast.
His hand reaches down, sliding the tool into its intended target. He twirls it around a few times, dragging it up and down each inch of skin inside Poe’s nose. Ranpo watches how his face contorts with irritation. Noting what spots make his nostrils flare, and how if he drags it across certain areas Poe’s breath with catch.
Using this to guide the instrument, Ranpo swirls it deeper, delight filling his lungs as a twitch runs through Poe’s body, spreading from his nose down through his back into his hands. Finally he gives the tissue a sharp twist, and Poe’s entire nose quivers in response. There, finally found the spot.
Gently guiding it back and forth, eliciting breathy hums, Ranpo watches the sheen begin to form on the rims of Poe’s nostrils, the tip of his nose scrunching, lashes fluttering despite his eyes remaining closed. After what feels like a lifetime, there’s a final shaky inhale.
“hh’ekshhhiee-!” The sneeze breaks free, unrestrained but soft. There’s a tired edge to it, the breathless sound matching the way Ranpo feels his vision beginning to swim.
Conscious, but not quite awake, Poe manages to raise a hand to his face in time to catch the next batch. “hh’izzshhiew-! ah’kezzshhiee-! kzzehshhhiew-!” They’re a touch harsher, his voice starting to fill them out.
Poe’s eyes drag open, just to slam shut again as his fingers begin to tighten around his nose. A sudden panic that he can’t quite explain fills Ranpo’s throat, his words starting to fall out rough and scattered. He grabs Poe’s wrist, light yet firm, and meets the confused gaze with a gentle one of his own.
“Don’t stifle them.”
Gasping in response, Poe manages to nod, before ducking into his hands with the first real fit he’s had since Ranpo rescued him and this god-awful cold he’s brought with him.
“aH’KZSHhhuew-! keh’ZSHHhhiew-! huh’kNZSHhiee-! ak’nzehhhieew-!”
“Bless you, Poe-kun,” Ranpo murmurs, captivated by the display.
“Tha… thagk- hH’ENZShhiew-!” Poe manages to pause long enough to let out a sniffle, rubbing his nose frantically as his eyes cloud over again. “Oh, sguse mbe- ah’TNZSHhiehh-! hh’INGZShh’iew-!”
Another blessing slips off Ranpo’s tongue, as naturally as breathing, despite the rarity of such customs in his world. Poe doesn’t seem to notice this one, too caught in the whirlwind of hitching and sneezing. His sinuses seem the type to ‘resent and remember’, not forgive and forget.
“ah’tzshhuuee-! Oh Christ- ahhh… heH- knZESHhiew-! hh’eNGZSH’diew-! hH- guhhh…” Finally seeming to get a break, Poe turns to Ranpo, the tips of his ears starting to adopt that beautiful pink sheen.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he speaks up, voice still holding that breathless sound that follows a sneeze. “Was there a purpose to that, Ranpo-kun?”
For one of the first times that he can remember, in his entire life, Ranpo finds himself speechless. There’s no answer. There’s no logic to back this choice. It was just… a choice. And… there’s no regret, it felt like the right choice… feels like the right choice.
Before he can stop it, he finds himself starting to speak. “I just… wanted to see you let it go.”
Poe smiles, a gentle sort of look that brings Ranpo’s heartbeat right back into his throat. When Poe begins to speak again, that breathless sound is still there, this time matching the way his nose is shaking. “Well.. if- ihhh… if you wish it so, let it… lehhh… let it be.”
“Are you su-”
“hH’GNZSHhhiew-!” Through his hands, Poe manages to shoot Ranpo an awkward smile. “I dohh… hNZSHhh’diew-! I don’t think I cou… could…. ak’tnESHhziew-! Could stop even if… even…”
He trails off, staring at the roof of the car as his tongue starts to press through his lips. Shallow little breaths sound from his lungs, each one seeming to leave him itchy, but not quite over the edge. Ranpo reaches over and taps his nose, before realizing… why? That wasn’t thought through, there was no reason behind that, but…
Poe lets out a faint moan of relief, raising his hands back to his face. “Thankyou- eH’TIEZZSHH’iee-! ingzshhhiee-! ah’kntzsshuu-!”
“Bless you again. Are-” Ranpo’s cut off by a yelp, nearly jumping out of his skin as a knock on the window has Poe bashing his head on the roof. They both stare towards the source of the noise, jumping again as the front door of the car opens, and Tanizaki climbs into the driver's seat.
“Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there. Sorry for the wait, Kunikida-san didn’t give me a lot of warning, and I didn’t want to wake Naomi so I had to be careful sneaking out,” Tanizaki offers, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as matching glares are pointed his way. “I guess I could have given you a little heads up before just knocking on the window…!”
“Maybe a little, yeah,” Ranpo replies, an edge to his voice that he can’t quite place. Why is it there…? At least, until Poe sniffles against his wrist, the fit clearly not over. Oh… that’s why.
“Oh, are you feeling okay?” Tanizaki asks, beginning to start the car. Poe can’t reply, breath stolen by the overwhelming itch that’s not quite ready to let him go.
“hh’kNXGT-! ek’gZNT’chh-! hehh- hH’EZNCHH-!” The stifles are punctuated by harsh gasps, and light moans as each seems to only send the tickle deeper into his sinuses.
Tanizaki opens his mouth to respond, but is quickly cut off as Poe lets out a whine, and the sneezes begin to burst forth, too desperate to be suppressed. “ek’ZIESHHiee-! hh’ENGKZSHh’diuew-! ah’TIEZSHhuu-!”
Poe gasps in between, struggling to get a sentence out as the blush deepens against his pale skin. “I’b- eh’tkzshhiew-! I’b sorry- hH’ENZSHhhiew-!”
Feeling the burning sensation starting to bubble up again, Ranpo bites his tongue, instead pulling Poe into his chest, hiding him from Tanizaki’s line of sight. With a smirk, and barely contained irritation, he offers, “Please drive us home. Poe-kun needs to get to bed.”
“Got it,” Tanizaki replies, the sincerity in his voice starting to dull the simmering feeling in Ranpo’s gut. “Hope you feel better soon!”
Poe manages to stall the coughing long enough to get out a weak “Thangs, eh’ktzshhieu-!” ducking back into Ranpo’s chest.
At a calculated volume, one only Poe will hear, Ranpo speaks up with one last English phrase. “Bless you, Ed. I will care for you.”
With a slight hum, Poe lets his eyes shut once more, the whirr of the car and the soft touch of Ranpo’s embrace guiding him back into a much needed sleep.
#waterfallwrites#waterfallasks#whooopssss- this is longer then i intended haha#i hope thats okay!! sorry for the wait#but i hope this is an acceptable distraction and helps a little <333#the prompts were adorable btw i hope i did them justice bc gAH so cute hehe~~#b/sd#r/anpo#r/anpoe#p/oe
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Can I send you three different asks? No obligation to fill any, but if one strikes your fancy by all means go for it. So, um, here are the numbers for S/oukoku. 52/53 and/or 77?
Hello!! Thank you for the ask, and yes ofc, the more the merrier, I'm THRILLED to receive asks, especially requests because it means someone enjoys my writing!!
I've seen the rest, and I intend to fill them all, but for now I will start with this one and work my way through them! Thank you again, it feels like an honour to receive a request from you, I hope I can do it justice!!
1.9k words, prompts 52, 53, and 77, story under the cut!
52: “Did you just sneeze?”
53: “Bless you?”
77: Pinching the other’s nose before they can sneeze.
(References to mild violence and swearing, in case anyone doesn't like those!)
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The meeting has only been going for about 30 minutes and three death threats have already been thrown around. Chuuya sits with his feet on the table, hat slightly covering his eyes as he attempts to quell the rising headache that being in Dazai’s presence always seems to bring. ‘The idiot has been quieter then normal this meeting, but even just that stupid look on his face- god it drives me insane.’
“-And so, we must work together? I don’t see any reason the Port Mafia should be involved in this, this petty squabble between you and these ‘assassins’ you claim to have annoyed.”
“Don’t be moronic, should this turn into a full fledged war, the Port Mafia would be losing as much as we would. Our organization-”
Chuuya tunes out again, his attention briefly, against his will, slipping back over to Dazai. At first annoyance floods his mind, but it’s quickly replaced by something else as he watches the man shudder. A hand raises to his face, and another shudder runs through him. ‘Well this is certainly an interesting development…’ Keeping his tone low, wanting to ensure his theory before acting on it, Chuuya nudges Dazai.
“What’s wrong with you, bandage waste?”
A cheshire smile meets him, one Chuuya is quite familiar with, and yet… has never lost its disturbing nature.
“Nothing at all, but how sweet of you to worry about me Chuuya~! I can rest easy knowing if something were the matter, you would have my back!”
Letting out a huff, Chuuya starts to turn back to the meeting, almost missing the watery desperation filling Dazai’s whiskey eyes. Almost. At the next cluster of deep shudders, Chuuya acts, ready for a little entertainment to distract from all the arguing of the bosses.
“Did you just sneeze, Dazai?”
The glare he’s met with is instinctual, ‘I’m not even sure he knows he did it.’ and is quickly replaced by the usual carefree mask. All eyes in the room turn to the man, his nose pinched hard between his fingers as he seems to weigh his options in the span of seconds.
“I did actually, seems something’s- heH’YESHHH’oo-! huh’AYYIESSHH’oo-!”
Chuuya bites his tongue against the yelp that forms, trying in vain to play him almost falling off his chair as intentional. ‘Goddamn shitty Dazai, that was on purpose to scare me, and damn myself for letting it work.’
“Bless you, Dazai!”
Kenji speaks up, Chuuya not missing the way his comment sends chills down Dazai’s spine. ‘Try as you might, you can’t hide this now. What’s your next move gonna be, Dazai?’ Although, just to himself, Chuuya allows his mind to wander, eyes scanning the room.
‘Something’s making him sneeze, but I don’t think any of the usual culprits are to blame here. If anyone had dog fur on them Mori would be sneezing too, and the pollen count isn’t that high, plus if he was sick he just wouldn’t have shown up. No, he walked into this meeting not knowing this was coming, so it’s something he couldn’t have predicted…’
“hEH’TISHHHEWWW-! hahh-! hAH’AIIISHH’uuu-!”
“Bless you again, Dazai!”
The laugh he lets out sounds natural to most, but Chuuya can hear the strangled nature just below the surface. His eyes trace over Dazai’s face, seeing the tint of red forming on his ears, the way his eyes seem narrowed and watery, and finally the twitching nature of his nose. ‘He’s embarrassed, but more than that… he’s far from finished.’ Chuuya’s proven right as Dazai brings a hand to scrub at his nose with just a touch more force then Chuuya feels comfortable with.
“Forgive me for the interruption, we were talking about how the Port Mafia is to blame for setting the assassins into motion, weren’t we?”
It’s phrased as an innocent continuation, but Chuuya sees it for what it really is. A ploy to get the bosses fighting once more, and it works exactly how Dazai knew it would. Immediately Mori stands up, and Fukuzawa matches him, both staring each other down. Kenji and Gin turn their attention to the bosses, leaving only Chuuya watching the trainwreck sitting across from him.
“hhH’MMPFFSHH’uhhh-! aHH’MMMSHHH’huhh-!”
Despite being smothered into his coat, they’re not stifled, and Chuuya can feel the frustration resonating from the man.
“Bless you again, Dazai!”
It’s dripping with sincerity that seems to burn Dazai on impact, a hiss escaping his teeth before he can stop it, which he quickly covers with a laugh and a smile. ‘You can fool them, but you can’t fool me. You’re desperate to get out of here as soon as possible.’
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a hint of fresh air.”
The excuse isn’t needed, no one but Chuuya is paying attention anymore, Kenji having stood up to hear better as Fukuzawa and Mori raised their voices even louder. Chuuya’s eyes track Dazai’s rapid movements as he attempts to glide out of the room, nearly running into a wall as he whips around to stifle another sneeze into his shoulder.
“KNNGT-!”
‘Just the one, that must be driving him insane. The other will follow soon enough.’ Chuuya hums lightly, using his gravity to make his footsteps practically nonexistent as he follows Dazai out into the hallway. He watches him duck into a door leading to what he can only assume is an empty room. Following suit, he squeezes himself into the- ‘Oh for fucks sake, a damn closet? Damn it Dazai, even unintentionally you’re a pain in my ass.’
“Chu- What a- are- heH-!”
The panic slipping past his mask is enough to get a smirk painted across Chuuya’s face.
“You didn’t see this coming? Wow, you must be out of it if you can’t even manage such simple predi-”
“hEH’AIISHH’OO-! IZZSHHHUEE-! mMTISHHHEEEWW-! hahh’KNNGT’CHOO-!”
“Christ, Dazai, you’re reall-”
“hehh’INGGT’choo-! hePT’KNGT’choo-! EZZZshh’oo-! heH’aiiiZZSHH’uu-!”
“Are- are you gonna stop anytime soo-”
“hEH’NNGT-! enngt-knxxgt-DTNNGT’choo-! heh’eTSH’uee-! tISHH’uiee-!”
Chuuya can’t help but wince, the nasal quality of the sneezes increasing as the space between them decreases. Dazai’s watery eyes meet his for a second before crushing shut as he raises his hand to his face for another bout that leaves even Chuuya breathless.
“iSHH-ZZSHH-AIESHH-DASSSHH’iiee-! heH’IZZSHH’uiee-! knNT’sheew-! AIIYISHH’oo-EHZZSHH’oo-! eHH-! hEDT- guhhh Ch- Chuuya… wh- what are you doi… doing…”
Staring right back at the watery gaze, Chuuya tries to form an answer, but honestly he hadn’t put that much thought into it. All he had known was Dazai needed to stop so he could breathe, and well… his gloved hand just sorta found its way to his face where it now sits, pinching his nose shut.
“I- y- you need to stop.”
“Ch- Chuuya… I have… I- I gotta… it tic- tickles… hehh-!”
“I know, shit-for-brains, but you gotta breathe before you pass out. I don’t want to explain to the bosses the reason I’m carrying you is because you sneezed yourself into a fucking coma.”
Dazai manages to smirk from behind the teary expression, his nose still twitching against Chuuya’s fingers.
“Is Chuuya enjoying the power he holds, along with my nose?”
A yelp escapes before Chuuya can stop it, a growl right on it’s heels, and he drops Dazai’s nose. The blush that dares to start along his cheeks is quickly suppressed as he watches Dazai’s eyes roll back in his head, nose twitching violently.
“Hahh…. Hehhh… heH-! Achhoo-!”
Its the fakest sounding thing Chuuya has ever heard, no volume or desperation at all, too breathy to be an actual sneeze, and yet…
“Bless you?”
“N- No I… I still… I can’t… Chuuyaaa~!”
“Christ Dazai, fine.”
With that, Chuuya raises a gloved finger, and lets the fabric softly run against the bridge of Dazai’s nose, adding a flick at the tip. The result is instant, Dazai only having enough time to bury his face into Chuuya’s chest to muffle the onslaught.
“hH’MMFFSHHH’uu-! nnNNSHHH’oo-! hAH’AIISHH’choo-! hehH’ISHH’chuuu-! ehh… iHH-! iHH’TSHHH’chhuuuuya-! iZZSHH’chhhuuuya-!”
“Not funny, dumbass.”
Chuuya growls, raising a fist to hit Dazai’s arm with enough force to get a muffle groan from the man, before he ducks back into Chuuya’s chest for the remainder of the fit.
“uHH’MMMFSSHH’IEE-! NNGSHHH’IEE-! Wheew~ Thank you Chibi, that hitching had me in agony, I couldn’t stand it!”
“Oh shut up, I just didn’t want to have to watch your pathetic face anymore, that’s all. And you’re having this dry cleaned!”
Dazai’s eyes meet his, venom soaking his words as he lets the raw quality of his voice shine through.
“I think I’m allergic to Mori’s new cologne.”
The words have the intended effect, Chuuya feeling his face pale a touch. Dazai just smirks in response, raising a fist to rub at his nose.
“W- what?”
“A gift from you I assume? It’s too high quality for him to have bought it. While he does dress well, and carry himself quite formally, when it comes to the finer things in life, he doesn’t have such expensive tastes.”
Chuuya growls, letting just a hint of sincerity escape as he offers,
“It’s not like I knew you were so sensitive to it…”
There’s a look in Dazai’s gaze that Chuuya can only classify as hungry as the man lets his form draw nearer to Chuuya’s body. They stand that way for a minute, breath close enough to touch the other’s face, a lust starting to pool in their eyes, before Dazai lets himself slip back, mask dipping back over his face. He smirks, waving a hand casually in the air.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Plus~ I got to see Chuuya jump! My my, I didn’t realize you were so easily startled Chibi! Reminds me of a cat, or rather, a kitten. Much like your size does~!”
He can’t move fast enough to avoid the kick aimed straight for his chest as Chuuya growls, knocking Dazai back into the shelf behind him. It’s only after a cloud of dust raises from where Dazai crouches on the ground does Chuuya realize his mistake. ‘Shit- was that his plan the wh- whoole… t- time… hehh…!’
“Uh-uh-uh!”
Chuuya manages to pry his eyes open at the feeling of skin against his face, breath catching in a gasp at the sight before him. Dazai stands, mere inches from his face, fingers firmly pinching his nose.
“Eh?! What the fuck are yo- huhh… you doing?! Le- lehhht…. hAHH-! Let go of me!”
“Fair is fair, Chuuya. Eye for an eye, nose for a nose~.”
All Chuuya can manage in response is a grunt, hissing as Dazai moves slightly, the tickle elevating to new highs. His eyes flutter shut once more, the hitching threatening to turn into sneezes on every breath, only Dazai’s grip prolongs it.
And yet, Chuuya makes no effort to remove his fingers. They both know he could, and he’s entirely aware that Dazai’s watching him carefully, but he doesn’t make a move. Instead, he lets his head tilt back, tears starting to form in his eyes.
He manages to get his eyes to flutter open long enough to witness Dazai’s smirk, before the man lets his lips almost brush Chuuya’s ear, whispering two words that get Chuuya’s blood boiling.
“Bless you.”
With that, Dazai lets go, hand returning to scrub at his own nose as it twitches yet again. He pauses at the doorway, letting his head hang slightly back to witness the results of his little experiment. Chuuya, however, notices none of this, stuck instead in a fit that seems set on revenge for being denied so long.
“kesschh’oo-! eschhh’oo-! asshhh’iew-! dnggt-! heh’iSHH’iew-! hih’tishh’iew-!”
“I was right! Just like a cat. Adorable as ever, Chuuya~.”
He easily dodges the punch Chuuya throws, ‘Damnit, ca- ishh’oo-! Can’t see straight throu- esschh’oo-! Through the sneezing-’ giving a wave over his shoulder as he descends down the stairs. Chuuya can’t help but smile as he hears a “IZZSHH’uuee-! Christ.” echo out from the stairwell.
‘Never a dull moment with you. Until we meet again, partner.’
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ummm omg hi hi can i get either 💀 or 🪶 for either of inuo/kko .. 👉🏻👈🏻
hello there dear~~ you can in fact get BOTH!!
💀 No warning and 🪶 Deliberate for Y/uta & T/oge~
(aged up, picture early 20's working as fellow sorcerers~) Dropped under cut!
~Key~
Shake = Yes (with "?" is yes?)
Mentaiko = Motivational (in this context 'go on?' or 'you can go on?')
Ikura = Cursing/Expletive
Takana = Concern/Worry
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“-and so then Maki showed me how to do the move, you just gotta drop your leg when you’re swinging, which is actually harder than it sounds, so I fell a lot of times, and-” Yuta trails on, head pressed against Toge’s chest as they lay against the cool grass.
It had been a hot week, but the fall chill was finally starting to creep into the air. It was a welcome relief, especially to the sorcerers working night and day in the sweltering heat. Yuta and Toge were not exempt from this fate, today being one of the first days this week they’ve gotten to spend time together.
Reaching down, Toge taps Yuta’s arm to pull his focus back, raising his hand above their heads, fingerspelling a message.
Want a drink?
“Oh, sure! I guess it is still a bit dry out here,” Yuta replies, pausing to meet Toge’s gaze. “Is your throat feeling okay? I know you had a heavier assignment yesterday.”
I’m okay.
Comes the reply, followed by a kiss on the forehead that Yuta leans into with a sigh. The drink conversation immediately forgotten in lieu of the touch.
Toge leans his head into Yuta’s hair, soaking it in. The smell is familiar, something vaguely floral, with hints of leather and vanilla and… something hard to explain, but distinctly Yuta. Another sigh runs through them both, their breath synchronizing as they seem to melt deeper into each other.
“ishh-! Ikura-”
“hiHYIhhDJShhuh-!”
Hands immediately come up.
Sorry, didn’t mea-
Yuta cuts him off with a single touch, his fingers locking around Toge’s wrist. Not enough to prevent the movement, just to show that it’s unnecessary. With his other hand still pressed to his nose, Yuta gives him a warm look, letting the adoration flooding his eyes do the talking.
“kshh-! yshh-! hh’pshhiee-!”
Guilt floods Toge’s eyes as Yuta gasps, ducking into his sleeve. “hHdJZSHuh-! hH… ehHh- ehTZSShhIHyew-!”
There’s a pause, both waiting as Yuta’s chest swells, nose trembling as his eyes crash shut for a final “hIHtzDJZShyieww-! Whew, scuse me!”
“Takana…”
“Hey,” Yuta begins, rubbing circles against Toge’s palm. “I’m sure, really. It was just sneezing. Honestly, I’ve had a tickle all day that just wouldn’t come out, you were doing me a favour!”
Seeing the uncertainty still lingering on Toge’s face, Yuta begins to stand. Toge watches, hands as silent as his voice as he waits to see where this is going. Once Yuta has his balance, he reaches down and pulls Toge up with him.
“Shake?”
“Just follow me.” Comes the reply, Yuta heading off towards the school. Despite having been out of it for years, somehow on days off, they always seem to find themselves gravitating towards it.
Walking through the field, memories come in flashes. Remnants of their past coming in waves. The bench where Yuta first opened up, the room they shared their first kiss in, and the garden where they had their first fight.
All these moments in time replaying as they walk through the empty building, hand in hand. Finally they reach the kitchen, Toge tiling his head in lieu of words.
“Hold on, I know I left it somewhere around…” Yuta trails off, eyes scanning the cupboards until finally, “Oh! Got it.”
Spinning around, he shows off his prize. Toge takes a step back on instinct, one hand raising to his face, the other beginning to spell.
What is that for?
Warmth floods Yuta’s face, beaming as he reaches down to the duster and plucks a single feather. “Well, you feel bad about making me sneeze, so…” he pauses, letting the barbs from the feather shimmer in the air. “I figure this will even us out!”
You know you’ll sneeze too? “Shake? Takana…” Toge replies, a mixture of spelling and sounds, his voice wavering slightly. Just the visual dynamic is already taking its root in his sinuses, and they both know touch is where he’s most sensitive.
Yuta pauses for a minute, letting his gaze meet Toge’s, an air of hesitation to his tone. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. It was just an idea to make you feel better because I’m the one controlling our reactions.”
“Shake.” If you’re sure, so am I.
With permission given, Yuta takes a step forward, letting the feather brush just under the tip of Toge’s nose. The effect is immediate, his eyes starting to tear as his markings begin to get a light flush. As his mouth dips open, Yuta has a clear view of the markings on his tongue, before suddenly Toge dips into his chest.
“iieshh-! hshh-! dshhh’iew-!”
Yuta makes a noise of content, before burying his own face in Toge’s chest, feeling strong arms pull him close. “hH’DJZShhuUh-! ehtzZSHhhihhyew-! knEZSShhhyeww-!”
B l e s s.
Each letter is spaced out, the emphasis lingering in his hands. Yuta grins up at him, sniffling against his wrist. “So we’re even now?”
"tieshh-! kishh'yew-!"
"eHKYIEZShhuh-! hktZSShhDjZSHyeeww-!"
“Shake.” Now we are.
Toge lets a giggle escape, swiping at his nose before nuzzling into Yuta’s neck. Standing back to his full height, Yuta easily pulls Toge into his chest, letting them both sink onto the couch behind them.
“I like it, you know,” Yuta murmurs.
Toge feels his breath catch, and he looks up to meet Yuta’s gaze. He nods for him to continue, offering a soft “Mentaiko..?”
“Feeling close to you. I don’t mind it when your technique causes a reaction. It just… makes me feel close to you. Like I’m in your world, sharing your sensations.” A blush spreads over Yuta’s cheeks, their hue starting to match Toge’s markings. “I just thought you should know.”
Words forgotten once more, Toge leans up and meets Yuta’s lips. He tastes of vanilla, and leather, and something distinctly Yuta.
It’s Toge’s favourite flavour in the world.
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57 and 68 for either s/hin soukoku or All Might? Okay there's one more coming and then I swear I'm done
Another thank you for the ask!!! I've been having such a good time with these, you have no idea, hahaha~~
I chose S/hin S/oukoku because it sparked an idea for how it might go down, but I’d be more than happy to do something for A/ll M/ight too if you’d like <3 (I just… the idea of tormenting A/kutagawa was too good to pass up hehehe~) Another first time writing characters, so I hope it’s enjoyable, or at least tolerable!
2.2k words, prompts 57 and 68, story under cut!
57. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
68. Sparring/training and coughing/sneezing.
(References to slightly high fever and violence, they're sparring so there's attacks from both of them, though it's mostly from A/kutagawa. Nothing graphic is mentioned, but there are definitely implications, so just in case anyone doesn't like that!)
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‘By all accounts, Akutagawa is dying right before my eyes.’
Atsushi watches his sparring partner aim yet another attack, pausing to lean into his hand with a cough that leaves both of them winded. ‘He sounds rough… I’ve noticed he coughs a lot on a good day, he must have weak lungs. Oh- that can’t be a good match for a chest cold…’
“Maybe we should take a brea-ouuf!”
He’s cut off by another blow to the chest, Akutagawa’s eyes burning straight into his soul. The ferocity is dampened by the hand Akutagawa raises to his mouth, ducking away with another cough that nearly brings him to his knees. Managing to subdue it enough to speak, Akutagawa resumes his glaring.
“We will do no such thing. Dazai has personally asked me to train you, so that is what I shall do. ah’GSh’kieu-!”
“A- are you sure you’re up for- hey!”
This time he manages to dodge, rolling across the alley as Rashōmon grazes his arm. ‘He’s still able to put up a pretty good offense, despite being so sick. His defense though… whenever he has to duck away to relieve his lungs or sinuses he’s vulnerable. B- but… that feels unfair to take advantage of…’
“Tired alr- heh’enSH’kiue-! already, weretiger? We’ve barely begun.”
“I’m fine, Akutagawa.”
“And what is that suppo- eh’DSHhh’kuu-! supposed to mean?”
“Oh I wonder. Come on, you’re sick. You can’t go-”
“hh’gSHh’kieu-!”
“-a few minutes without sneezing.”
Atsushi can’t hide the giggle spilling from his lips at the adorable nature of Akutagawa’s sneezes, jumping to the side as another blow lazily misses him. ‘His movements are getting slower. I was late on my reaction, unfocused, he should have been easily able to hit me.’
“ah’knshh-nNShh’kiew-!”
“Bless-”
“Don’t. Just because Dazai picked- gshhh’kuu-! that up doesn’t mean you need to follow suit.”
“Uh- aren’t you the one who practically worships him..?”
“I want him to notice my strength. I do not want to become him. Besides, he only started- hh’enDSHhh’kieeu-! using that particular expression to torment particular members of- eh’nnNSHh’kiu-! the port mafia.”
Each sneeze seems to shake his entire body, Atsushi barely resisting the urge to grab his arm as Akutagawa trembles from the force. ‘They’re pretty tiny noises, and yet they seem to take so much out of him. He’s gotta be sicker than he’s letting on. Maybe I can use Dazai as a way to get him to admit it…’
“Oh, I actually didn’t know that! It seems you know Dazai pretty well, huh?”
“Enough talking. Rashōmon, Agito!”
This time Atsushi doesn’t even have to dodge, another cough shaking Akutagawa enough to have the jaw crash into the ground before it can reach its target. Atsushi responds with an assault of his own, letting his claws form on one hand as he lunges. Akutagawa’s barely able to block, only succeeding since his Rashōmon blocks by instinct.
“After that, you’re still claiming you’re fit to train?”
“hieSHhh’keew-! gNNSHhh’kuu-!”
“Bless you!”
“I thought I told you not to do that.”
A light warmth bathes Atsushi’s face as he offers a sheepish smile, eyes closing as his cheeks raise. At the sound of Akutagawa coughing again, he reopens them, starting to ramble to give Akutagawa a bit of privacy to rid his lungs of the irritation.
“Sorry, it’s become a bit of a habit. We all say it in the agency now! I actually think Dazai started saying it to tease Kunikida, but then Kenji latched on, and now even Ranpo will use it at time-”
“What exactly gives you the impression that I care, weretiger?”
“N- nothing I guess, sorry- I ju-”
“Tsk. Focus on the battle. If you drop your guard like that the enemy can easily- aH’DnGshh’kiew-!”
Laughter bubbles up through Atsushi’s throat before he can muffle it, Akutagawa responding with Rashōmon. Unable to dodge in time, Atsushi finds the jaw latching onto his leg, a wound that would be serious on most anyone else. ‘He knows my healing will take care of it. If he wanted me dead he’d aim for the throat. B- but… I can’t tell if he’s going easy because Dazai asked him to train me, or because of-’
“hH’INdgT’kiew-!”
“That sounded like it hurt.”
“dNgZSh’kiew-! It did not.”
“The wincing would suggest otherwise.”
“hheHh-! N- no. I am simpl- eh’geXGT’kiew-! simply growing tired of these interruptions.”
Akutagawa’s hand is clenched against his face, pinching his nose shut as each ‘interruption’ grows in force. ‘It’s almost hurting me to watch him do this, they sound utterly unsatisfying.’ Atsushi finds himself thinking, eyes darting down to the tremble in Akutagawa’s legs once more.
“hH’eNXGT’kieuu-!”
“That can’t be helping-”
“Rashōmon, Sawarabi!”
Climbing the wall of the building to his left, Atsushi manages to dodge the spikes rising from the floor where he once stood. ‘Alright, alright, I get the message! Focus on the training. Maybe… maybe I can use this to get him to admit he’s sick…’ Another attack has him springing back to the ground, his paw managing to grab the cloth before it can strike once more. Akutagawa is too busy shuddering into his hand with another fit of coughing to interfere.
“If I pin you, will you finally call it for the day and go rest?”
“Even if I was in a weakened state, you wouldn’t stand a chance, weretiger.”
Akutagawa attempts a huff, a cough spilling out in its place, Atsushi finding himself unable to prevent the wince from scraping through his clenched teeth.
“I- I mean, at least you’re admittin-”
“I said if. But that time is n- haHh-! N- not… nohhEht- eH’dSHh’kiew-! hH’eNSChh’kiue-! Hihh… guhh’eSHH’kiuu-!”
“Didn’t quite catch that through the sneezing attack.”
“That time is not tod- hH’eNgT’kiew-! Not today. I am perfectly fine, weretiger. Focus on tr- trahhh… training- aH’GSHh’kuu-! INgT’kiew-! gNNt-eNDT’kuu-!”
Using the lapse in concentration to his advantage, Atsushi throws himself at Akutagawa, easily pinning him to the ground. ‘I didn’t even need my gift to have the strength to hold him… that can’t be good.’ Akutagawa gasps, the force of the impact leaving him panting, prompting another cough to rattle his lungs. Atsushi flinches at the expulsions. ‘His decency’s still intact, even when it comes to me. He’s attempting to aim for his shoulder. I was careful not to crush him, but I might have been a bit roug-’
His thoughts are quickly silenced by Akutagawa’s Rashōmon catching him in the chest, jaws tightening against his arms as the frail man slips back to his feet. The cough hasn’t receded, and a few more sneezes push their way out as he weakly lifts a hand to cover.
“ihh’geashh’kieu-! Guh… hnn’EShhh’kuu-!”
A slight wheeze starts to present itself from Akutagawa’s battered lungs, Atsushi prying Rashōmon from his arms with a grimace. ‘That really doesn’t sound good… Screw this! I’ve had it.’
“You know what? No.”
“Wha-”
“Nope, shut up, it’s my turn. Stop telling me you’re okay! You’re clearly not, and it’s starting to feel like an insult to my intelligence for you to keep insisting you are.”
“I see no intelligence to speak of- hnN’GShh’kiew-!”
“Enough, Akutagawa! Training’s over, you need to rest.”
“Rashōmo-”
The attack is cut short as Akutagawa’s knees give out beneath him, Atsushi’s mouth hanging open as he stumbles forward, catching himself against the wall. ‘D- didn’t see that one coming… maybe he has a fever..? Or maybe I pushed him into the ground a little too hard. I was trying to be gentle bu-’
“Weretiger, stop thinking so loudly, you’re g- giehhh… hinNChh’kuu-! giving me a headache.”
“S- sorry… hey wait- no, I’m not sorry, how is my thinking giving you a headache?!”
Akutagawa seems to be forming a response, raising himself from the wall to let his glare meet Atsushi’s eyes, just for them to flutter shut as he falls once more. Atsushi finds his body moving on its own, catching Akutagawa before he can hit the floor. The heat radiating from his body causes beads of sweat to form on Atsushi’s face in response as he pulls Akutagawa back to his feet. The man’s eyes snap open, wide with terror as his body flinches away from Atsushi’s touch.
“It’s just me.”
Atsushi keeps his tone low and grip tight. ‘He won’t like that I’m holding him up, but if I let go I think he’ll just fall back on his face… much as he doesn’t believe it, I don’t actually want to watch him die in an alley.’ The panic from Akutagawa’s face slowly starts to fade as his eyes meet Atsushi’s, recognition slowly replacing the feverish haze. Seizing the moment while he has the chance, Atsushi speaks up once more, voice still low, careful not to startle the man in his arms.
“Dazai would be upset if you died here, Akutagawa. It would ruin his plans. And you’re not weak for being sick, you’re human, it’s not exactly like you can help it.”
Deciding to add a little humour, Atsushi lets his eyes crinkle shut with a wide smile, a faint laugh humming out.
“You should hear Dazai if he even has the sniffles! He’ll just mope around the office moaning and whining, it’s frankly hilarious!”
Clarity returning to his eyes, Akutagawa attempts to stand back up, neither of them mentioning how he needs to cling to Atsushi to do it. He huffs lightly, seeming relieved when the action doesn’t trigger another round of coughing.
“I don’t need your help, weretiger.”
“Whatever you say, Akutagawa.”
Atsushi lightly chuckles at the grip Akutagawa still has on his shoulder, the weaker man letting another round of sneezes tear from his sinuses. He aims for one of his hands, the other bracing himself against Atsushi as they tremble through him.
“hH’GnSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhhh’kuu-! hAHh-! hihhh… hiH’NNChh’kiuee-!”
“Bless you.”
Akutagawa’s only response is another huff, Atsushi’s eyes meeting his with an unspoken message. ‘I’ve got you.’ He can’t help the smile that spreads down his face as Akutagawa lets his eyes flutter shut, weight shifting onto Atsushi.
They begin the two block journey to the detective agency’s headquarters, Atsushi deciding it’ll be the quickest way to get Akutagawa sleeping. ‘I doubt he’d let me know where he lives, and I’m not exactly eager to bring him back to my place… and if I walked into the port mafia with him like this I’d be shot on site.’
“What is he doing here, Atsushi?”
Kunikida’s voice pulls both men out of their trance, Akutagawa quickly detangling himself to lean against the wall. Atsushi flinches, Kunikida and Akutagawa exchanging dark looks as they stand toe to toe.
“Dazai requested him to train me, but I needed a bit of a break! I hope it’s okay we came inside, I just need to grab some water before I continue..?”
Eyes flicker over to him, Kunikida seeming to evaluate the situation while Akutagawa raises a hand to his face, feigning nonchalance as he brushes it against his nose. Atsushi recognizes the look in his eyes as he attempts to pinch his nose shut subtly. ‘He has to sneeze, but he’s not willing to show that weakness in front of Kunikida.’
“Well… I suppose that’s acceptable, just- keep an eye on him, okay kid? I know Dazai asked him to train you, but I don’t trust him here for a minute.”
“The feeling is m-heH… mutual.”
Atsushi picks up the “Or trust Dazai not to make a reckless call to further his own personal gain, the idiot,” Kunikida lets slip under his breath as Akutawaga’s glare hardens, nose twitching beneath his grasp. Electing to ignore the insults, Atsushi offers a nervous smile.
“Thank you, I knew you’d understand, we’ll be out of here in no time, promise!”
With that he grabs Akutagawa’s free arm, dragging the man into another hallway away from prying eyes. Once they’ve gotten far enough he stops, turning to Akutagawa who’s attempting to smother himself against his hand.
“We’re alone now, you can-”
“hEH’GNZSHH’OO-! nNZSHH’UHh-!”
“Oh- bless yo-”
“hH’DSHh’kiew-! eh’nNSHhh’kuu-! hiHh-! hih’nnSHhh’kieu-!”
“Bless you again, Akutagawa.”
“I didn’t ask for your blessings, or your help.”
Rolling his eyes, Atsushi lets Akutagawa lean against him once more, the fever soaking through his clothes as they keep walking. ‘Would it kill him to say thanks?! Actually- knowing Akutagawa, it just might.’
“I know a back office even Kunikida never goes to. You can sleep there, no one will bother you.”
Reaching the door, Atsushi pulls it open, revealing a small office complete with boxes, shelves, and a small couch in the corner closest to the entrance. Akutagawa rolls his eyes, growling out a retort as his body seems drawn to the couch by a force he’s unable to avoid.
“I’m not sleeping in th- eh’gSHh’kiew-! this office. I’m not weak like you weretiger. I don’t need to…”
Akutagawa’s sentence trails off, eyes snapping closed as his head hits the soft leather. Light snores start pouring out, congestion crackling in his chest as he lets out a soft cough in his sleep. Atsushi lets a warm smile creep back onto his face, lightly brushing the hair from Akutawa’s feverish forehead before turning off the light and shutting the door.
“Sleep well, Akutagawa.”
#waterfallasks#waterfallwrites#thank you so much for another ask!!!#poni you are truly the best <33 hahaha~~#hopefully this is an acceptable addition to the wonderful s/ssk content on here!!#i had a lot of fun getting their dynamics so im hopeful i did an ok job at it~#snz#snzkink#b/sd#s/hin s/oukoku#a/kutagawa#a/tsushi
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I absolutely adore your writing and wavs!! Do you happen to have headcanons for Hotwings and Erasermic you could share with the class? Totally cool if not, make sure to stay hydrated. <3
Aww, thank you non! 💗😭 That reminder goes for everyone who may see this, remember to drink some water and eat something today~!!
I do in fact have some hcs for both, but in the interest of not writing my uh... like 6th novel in the past 2 days, I'll keep it a bit brief~ <3
(it's still quite long 😭)
~Erasermic~
-~- Aizawa stifles constantly, basically a reflex at this point, and Mic tells him off for it. (But secretly admires it, just a little, he can never figure out how to suppress them like that) He can do this hands free, so you have to verbally persuade him not to, just grabbing his hands won't help.
-~- Mic has louder sneezes that usually end up hurting his throat if they go on for too long/if he's sick already. Aizawa has to be the one to remind him when he's sick to shut up before you lose your voice! (it happens often)
-~- Mic is a wine snz person, the alcohol gets to him, but not reallyyy other allergies (though, like all of these, it changes based on what you want!)
-~- Aizawa is heavily allergic to pollen (CANON!!) and also anything floral scented, though he's not certain if he's actually allergic to that, or it's just the fact that it reminds him of flowers.
-~- Aizawa tends to get headaches a lot, especially when sick, and Mic will offer to hold his head and give him gentle scalp massages, or run fingers through his hair <3 Mic's illness tends to hit his chest/throat harder, so Aizawa has memorized which types of tea are best for what symptoms, and keeps a pad of paper and pencil nearby incase he needs to enforce some vocal rest.
~Hotwings~
-~- Hawks is a stifler. It has to do with control issues, and being such a young (and specifically trained) success. He's taught never to show weakness, and he counts this. Despite acting like he doesn't care, Dabi does, and so he often tries (in 'not-so-subtle' ways) to try and get Hawks to knock it off. His natural is pretty soft and vocal.
-~- Dabi will stifle occasionally, something harsh and raspy, though it can have a bit of a 'uhh' or 'choo' sound that slips out. However if he's alone, or with Hawks, or honestly just can't be bothered, his natural is a bit more harsh, and sometimes desperate. (though... I can't lie, I also adore him having lil kitten snz and being pissy about it, especially when Hawks teases him. Soooo, I bounce between the two <3)
-~- Hawks doesn't really have many allergies, though he can be quite sensitive all of some of the time. That said, he always sneezes in fits. At least 3 kinda deal, so if it's just one, he assumes 'someone's talkin' bout him'.
-~- Dabi is not as lucky in the allergen department. He assumes it's something to do with his immune system being somehow basically trash, and also hyper alert. Allergic to cats, flowers, and occasionally (mostly when I, or others, wish to torment him) dust. Though, much to the annoyance of Hawks, he's not sensitive at all. (Cept around his piercings, that will always get a sneeze).
-~- Both tend to get sick often, though Hawks gets more of the sinus infections and chills, while Dabi seems to veer more towards chest infections and fevers. Despite the tough act, both of them know exactly how to care for the other. Dabi will let Hawks nestle into him for warmth and comfort, and Hawks will get cold washclothes to help Dabi stay cool. Both like their hair being pet, but would never admit it.
#waterfallasks#waterfall snzcanons#thank you for the ask non~!#and for the compliment~#I hope these are enjoyable~ I definitely had to hold back on writing a whole essay#though I did uh.... did write a fair bit#hope that's alright! thank you for asking about them 💗
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