Someone Who Sounds Sick. Not Necessarily Coughing, Sneezing, Sniffling Sick, But… Sick Nonetheless.

Sicktember Day 2

Homesick

Fandom: -

Characters: Florian and Celia

Illness: Common cold, Fever

Warning: -

A little bit of context for a better understanding (bc I just jumped straight into action lol): Florian was invited to a neighboring kingdom for diplomatic purposes, and in his escort he brought Celia with himself and now she's providing comfort for him while they're far away from home. The prince and Celia are pretty comfortable with each other at this point but still maintaining their obligatory distance.

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’I just… I want to go home. Everyone is so loud and irritating here and there are always so many problems with everything. And my head hasn’t stopped pounding since two days ago.’

Celia quietly sighed as Florian leaned back and rested his head on the top of the armchair. He was exhausted and this whole room was just uncomfortable and hot, he wished to be back in his own chamber and own bed. It was selfish of him, he knew that well and he felt bad about his thoughts but couldn’t help with the helplessness and homesickness that was clinging onto his chest. Celia’s cold hand on his forehead was what brought him back to reality. The maid was looking at him with a pitiful sadness and Florian’s stomach jumped into a knot at the look in her eyes. He never liked it if somebody was looking at him like this, it made him feel weak and useless like he wasn’t good enough for his title. And the emotional state he was in right now, clearly wasn’t helping his clouded mind.

‘You’re burning up.’

‘What?’

‘You’re running a fever, Your Highness. I believe you’re sick.’

‘No, that can’t be.’ Florian quickly shooed away Celia’s hand, but only realized how hot his head actually felt when the maid’s cool fingers weren’t pressing on his skin anymore. Maybe even his head started hurting a bit more. ‘I can’t get sick right now.’

He was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t right, he was just tired and maybe that has messed with his temperature, but the scratching feeling in his lungs that made him want to cough was clearly protesting against his idea.

‘I’m sorry Your Highness, your body must have gotten tired because of the traveling and caught a cold.’

Celia was still looking at him that way. She was pitying him. He didn’t need anyone’s pity, especially not a maid’s!

‘Stop looking at me like that!’

Florian’s voice was harsh and rough and Celia quickly turned her head away. She was familiar with higher ranking people yelling at her, but it was the first time Florian raised his voice at her and it caught her off guard. She let her feelings show too much and she must not let this accident happen again.

‘I’m sorry Your Highness, please forgive me.’

Her voice was weaker than she had intended and Celia was cursing herself for that. She needs to get herself together, this behavior wasn’t suited for the crown prince’s nursing maid.

‘No, no I’m sorry Celia…’ it only took a moment for Florian to realize how he just acted with her, who was only trying to help him, and immediately felt terrible. ‘I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, it was very rude of me, you didn’t do anything. You don’t have to ask for forgiveness. I’m just…so tired, I’m sorry…’

Tears were forming in the prince’s eyes and he quickly pulled a hand in front of his face but Celia gasped when she saw the tears running down Florian’s face.

‘Oh no, it’s alright, I’m not angry or anything! Please don’t cry Your Highness, everything’s fine.’

‘I’m sorry, I don’t know why am I like this… You shouldn’t see me like this…’ the prince’s voice was trembling and Celia not minding the young man’s status, pulled him close. Florian hasn’t protested, just laid into her hug.

‘I’m the very person who should see you like this.’ Celia’s soothing words filled the air with some kind of comfort. ‘And you’re feverish, it’s normal to experience mood swings, I know you haven’t meant it.’

‘I don’t want to get sick…’

‘I know, but I’m here to help and you’ll feel better soon enough.’

‘But what will they say…?’

Those always-watching and unpredictable gazes felt like burning irons on his skin. Normally he’d know how to deal with them, but right now he was so tired and lost and buried under all those problems without a clear solution. He really just wanted to go back home and hide under his blankets where he could comfortably rest for a few days without everyone questioning him. But even if he set off right now, it’d take two weeks to get home and he had to admit, he was in no way in any shape, or form fit for a road so long. The only thing he had closest to home was Celia right now.

‘For the next two days there won’t be any meetings.’ answered Celia after a little thinking, while gently rubbing Florian’s back. The prince wasn’t sure when was it okay to let go, but he sure didn’t want to yet. ‘The noblemen are going for a hunt and you can kindly decline to go with them, saying that you’re honored, but hunting isn’t your favorite way of passing the time and you must manage some matters regarding a few diplomatic decisions that need your attention. And while they are out and you’re seemingly busy with work, we’ll nurse you back to health in no time.’

‘That sounds actually… quite manageable. But I’m sure they will comment on me missing out on the hunt.’

‘We can’t make anyone happy, but I’m sure they’ll understand you have work.’

‘Hm.’

‘So, how about it Your Highness? I can send someone out immediately if you want to.’

Florian was quiet for a little, trying to think through the plan and find some weak points in it, but his mind wasn’t working properly anymore, too fogged to do any of its work.

‘Yes, alright… This one will do it… And nobody will know how I…?’

‘Nobody. I promise.’

‘Thank you, Celia…’

‘Of course.’ Celia smiled at him as she gently pulled away from him and Florian let her go with a shaking breath but found her fingers on his face again before having a chance to step away. She was carefully placing her palm on the prince’s cheeks, tapping the hot skin with her fingertips and discreetly whipping away some of his dried up tears. Florian closed his eyes and haven’t even flinched when Celia’s soft lips made contact with his forehead and rested there for a few seconds to feel his temperature. Even her breath felt nice and cool and for a fragment of a second, Florian was no crown prince, just a sick boy in a loving hold.

‘Please get comfortable and go to bed, Your Highness. I’ll bring some water and tea for you and make someone inform the noblemen. You’ll have to sweat this one out.’

Florian just nodded and threw his clothes on the ground as Celia quickly left and climbed to bed with aching muscles. He wasn’t even sure how he had the energy for this day when the only thing he was able to do now is to hide under the heavy blankets shivering and waiting for his maid to finally return back to him.

You know what doesn’t get enough attention?

Sleepy sneezes.

Where you can hear the “sleepy snuggly noises” the person makes, in between sneezes. It’s so freaking cute!

Okay, that is all.

About the chest:

Placing one's hand on the chest of someone who has a bad cough, in a soothing, warming, protective gesture. They might put their own hand over it, giving it a slight squeeze as they keep coughing, holding it like a talisman, a life line

The chest of a character shaking violently with sobbing. OR with a frantic buildup to a sneeze. Or both

Collarbones and neck glistening with feverish sweat, chest rising and falling a bit too fast with troubled breaths

Putting something warm, like a warm water bottle, a warm towel or such against the chest of a sick character who has a bad cough

Feeling the hard, loud heartbeat of a feverish person when hugging them

A sick character falling asleep with a hand holding a handkerchief on their chest

Shirt pervert bonus: just the look of a shirt covered chest when someone is sick in bed. A nightshirt, a pajama shirt (light pinstripe on white, or such), just... shirt !!!

Sicknario

Okay so earlier I got to thinking about subtle sick progression.

A classic caught in the rain scenario:

A gets caught in the rain walking home from work. They are drenched and chilled through when they get home, and B quickly ushers them to the bathroom for a hot shower. A feels worlds better as the hot water chases the chill away, and they spend the rest of the evening with B until they go to sleep.

In the morning, B is pulled from sleep by a few sneezes and a couple of weak coughs from A. B places a hand on A’s thigh. “Are you coming down with something?”

A shrugs. “Probably just a cold.”

Since it’s A’s day off, B tells A to spend the day resting before getting ready for work.

With B gone, A gets up for the day. The first few hours start off okay, with just a few sneezes and a couple of coughs here and there, but as the day progresses, a headache begins to take house across A’s forehead. A decides to take a nap to sleep it off.

Hours later, B comes home and finds A fast asleep. They look on fondly before migrating back to the living room to watch some television before starting dinner.

A is pulled from sleep an hour after B’s return by what feels like ice clinging to their bones. They sit up, sneezing harshly, before shuffling out of the bedroom while struggling against a headache paired with post-sleep disorientation.

A finds B on the couch, and they flop down beside B, curling up against B’s side when B lifts their arm in welcome.

A’s shivering has B growing worried. “Are you cold?”

“Freezing,” A responds, and B brushes cool fingers against A’s heated cheeks with a frown.

“You’re very warm.”

A only replies with a weak cough followed by a groan, and B pulls a blanket from the back of the couch, drapes it over A, and makes a mental note to check A’s temperature and get medicine before the two go to sleep for the night.

it’s the little sick things..

Inspired by an anon earlier: we’ll start with that

- when you make sickie laugh, and the laugh sounds like a half cough/half laugh 

- the small huff of frustration when sickie takes their jacket off, only to have to put it back on because the chills are back

- the worried look you give sickie when you spot them feeling their cheek with the back of their hand

- the wince when sickie has to use a rough paper towel on their nose because they are out of tissues 

- the whimpered “ow” sickie mutters after a rough coughing fit

- the tug of a shirt collar when sickie is suddenly feeling too hot 

- the hunched over posture when sickie’s stomach hurts 

- the jacket pockets filled with cough drops

- the shaky sigh when sickie enters school/work as if trying to mentally prepare for the day despite feeling horrible

- sickie sleeping with their head pillowed on their arms on their desk

- the concerned look only you give to sickie on the subway while everyone else grimaces at the coughing and sneezing 

- the defeated sigh when sickie realizes they left their umbrella home and it’s raining 

anyways I’m still yoi trash so here’s another fic. This one takes place entirely over text message and features a sick Yuuri who is in Japan while Victor is in Russia (from Victor’s pov)

900~ words

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Received 8:32pm hypothetically speaking, what’s the best way to get over a cold?

Sent 8:34pm✓ rest, soup and tea, and snuggles!

Sent 8:34pm✓ why do you ask?

Sent 8:35pm✓ also isn’t it super late where you are right now?

Sent 8:36pm✓ !!

Sent 8:36pm✓ wait

Sent 8:36pm✓ are you sick??

Received 8:37pm …

Received 8:37pm um… maybe a little?

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ok imagine two characters who are the type to tease each other nonstop. sometimes its obviously affectionate, sometimes less so, but its just their thing

character A is sick and missing from class/work/wherever B would typically see them for a day or two. they return, still sick and miserable but less obviously so and just trying to get through

character B sees A sneezing and sniffling and, not thinking anything of it at first, makes some teasing comment about how gross and snotty A looks (exaggerating only a little) because thats just what they do

A immediately starts to tear up. B freaks out and backpedals harder than they ever have in their life

I love the way you write soft whump!! Would you consider writing a sickfic in which A is very sick (fever, weakness, the works) but keeps trying to get up and do things so B and C have to band together to keep them in bed and take care of them?

thank you so much!! and thanks for being patient - this was a perfect prompt for @sicktember!

sicktember day 30: get back in bed!

“Finally got them back in bed,” C says, walking back into the living room where B is watching TV. 

“What was it this time?” B asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

C huffs a laugh. “They were trying to reorganize the bookshelves.” 

B rolls their eyes. “Why? You wouldn’t catch them dead doing that if they were healthy.” 

C shrugs. “I guess fevers make them restless? In any case, they should be–”

A crash interrupts their train of thought, and both B and C look up the stairs, groaning in unison as they head back to A’s bedroom. 

But A’s not in the rumpled covers, nor are they in B or C’s beds (of which they tried to change the sheets twice already today). No, this time they’ve crawled to the bathroom, where they’re carefully lining up all the bath products from the cupboard along the floor next to the shower. A blanket’s tangled around their shoulders, and their hair is sleep-mussed and wild.

“A, honey,” B kneels down next to them, laying a hand on their shoulder. “You shouldn’t be up.” 

“I have to return these, B. There’s too many.” Their voice is scratchy, frantic, and their glassy eyes are wide. “But I can’t find the shampoo.” They’re clutching a bottle of body wash to their chest, lower lip trembling like they’re ready to burst into tears. 

B presses their other hand against A’s forehead, then looks up at C with worried eyes. “Their fever’s worse.” 

C nods, kneeling down on the floor next to the other two. “A? We can take care of this later. Right now, you need to get back in bed.” They gently pry the bottle out of A’s trembling hand and hoist them up, B with their arm around their other side. A is dead weight between them, and C catches B’s eyes as they stumble down the hallway.

“Desperate measures?” C asks.

“Desperate measures,” B replies.

When they get to the bedroom, C pours another dose of flu medicine into the small plastic cup, and B helps prop A up on the bed so they can choke the cherry-flavored liquid down. Afterwards, they ease A back under the covers, then C and B take their places on both sides of them.

“What….what’re you doing?” A’s still out of it, but they’re lucid enough to know that C and B are two unusual additions to their bed.

“Making sure you stay,” B says, gently tapping A’s nose. “Close your eyes and let the medicine do the work. We’ll be right next to you.”

A looks like they want to argue, but their eyes are already slipping shut, and the protests die on their lips. In minutes, they’re unconscious, as evidenced by their short, shallow breaths. B leans up on one elbow, casting a nervous glance at C.

“They’re really sick, aren’t they?” B’s voice is hardly more than a whisper.

C nods. “Yeah, they are.” They gaze down at A’s sleeping form, raising a hand to brush a lock of their hair behind their ear. “But they’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

Still, neither of them leave A’s side for the rest of the night.

Bugtober Day 14: Spore

something much sillier 🍄 (just dont think about it too hard lol)