O Método Snowflake - Parte II

Healing Touches

Cursed TV 2o2o  Lancewain Rated T and up but probably actually okay for general audience sickfic hurt/comfort  Cross Posted to AO3 here Prompt FIll Healing touches  While Lancelot is away Percival falls deathly ill. There is nothing Gawain can do for him. 

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Coughing, temp taking and "Hold me" for Victuuri :)

Sorry this took like 3000 years to do! I hope you like it!

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(Caretaker’s pov)

“It’s okay, Victor. Just try and breathe. This will be over soon,” Yuuri tries to console the sick man next to him, an arm wrapped supportively around his back.

Victor doesn’t respond to Yuuri’s words, only continues to cough, a breathtaking fit that has Yuuri wincining with the intensity of it. Victor’s cough had come with his cold, both hitting him a couple of days ago. Victor’s fever had gradually gotten worse, and his coughs started sounding wetter and deeper, leaving him breathless and exhausted by the time his fits are over.

Victor hasn’t accepted much of the food Yuuri has offered, and with the force of Victor’s coughing, Yuuri is reluctant to force him to eat in case he ends up bringing it back up. Victor has hardly even been able to sleep, woken up by the incessant fits. Yuuri wakes with him every time, slinging his arm around Victor’s too-warm body and hauling him upright so he can breathe better.

Coughs pour and pour from Victor’s lips as they sit on the bed, and after a particularly rough sounding one, he finally catches his breath. With a shaky exhale, he lowers the tissue he had been holding against his mouth and tiredly tosses it in the direction of the waste bin. It doesn’t make it in, but there are more important things to worry about. Like Victor, who is leaning onーor more accurately, slumping overーYuuri’s shoulder.

Yuuri feels the rise and fall of Victor’s chest as he takes panting, shallow breaths. His skin burns where it makes contact with Yuuri. Yuuri kisses his head and caresses his cheek, not missing the shiver that runs through Victor’s body as he does so.

“You’re fever hasn’t gone down at all…” Yuuri says, frowning. “I’m sorry you’re so sick.”

Sorry is an understatement. Victor has been miserable the entirety of this cold. He doesn’t seem like himself, and Yuuri just wants him well. Whenever Yuuri meets his eyes, they’re dull and glassy with fever, rather than that usual sparkling and stunning shade of blue. Whenever he kisses Victor, it’s on his burning forehead to asses the temperature, rather than on that heart-shaped mouth Yuuri loves so much and aches to see.

“Is there anything I can get you? Anything I can do that will help you feel better?” Yuuri offers.

The answer he gets in response is a weakly whimpered “hold me,” as Victor trembles against him. Without another word, Yuuri does. He holds Victor tight, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words of comfort until his eyes droop with exhaustion and sleep takes him once more.

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(Sickie’s pov)

Yuuri is saying something to Victor, but the only thought that registers on his mind right now is the pain of the coughs scraping his abused throat. His lungs burn with the effort, his skin burns with fever, and his eyes burn from lack of sleep.

Yuuri has his arm around Victor, keeping him upright as he holds a tissue in front of his mouth and tries to eject the fluid from his lungs. Victor knows he’ll get over this cold faster if he does, but trying to do so is painful, to say the least. Still, he squeezes his eyes shut and lets the coughs tear up his throat.

After what feels like an eternity, the fit ends and Victor is at last able to breathe. He takes in short and rapid inhales, desperately trying to prevent another fit before it has a chance to start. The used tissue is tiredly tossed at the trash bin.

Victor is heavily weakened from the virus, sleep deprived, and on top of that these seemingly endless fits leave him panting and low on oxygen. He hardly even realizes he’s collapsed against Yuuri until an arm is gently rubbing his back and Yuuri is placing a kiss on top of Victor’s aching head which is resting on Yuuri’s shoulder.

Now that the latest fit is over and the haze of pain is (mostly) gone, Victor becomes more aware of his situation. He feels the sweltering heat his body is giving off, made no better by Yuuri so close to him. Despite the heat though, he has no desire to let go. Victor needs Yuuri close, needs the comfort that comes from the contact, no matter how hot and miserable he currently is.

He’s sure he looks even worse than he feels. Heavy bags are stamped under his eyes, weighing them down and begging him rest. A persistent headache pulses agonizingly in his skull. His high fever is noticeable in the bright red branded on his cheeks, bringing out the paleness of his complexion. Victor can feel it all, and he’s sure Yuuri can see it too.

And yet, Yuuri has stayed by his side, despite the mess he is. Yuuri has been so loving, getting Victor whatever he needs, taking such good care of himーeven on the odd occasions Victor’s fevered brain causes him to snap irritably at his caretaker. (He regrets it immediately after, more than once breaking down into tearful apologies.)

Yuuri has been nothing but kind, keeping Victor upright and easing the pressure on his chest, running his cool fingers through Victor’s messy and greasy hair as the coughs are pushed past his chapped lips.

Yuuri has been completely compassionate. Like now, as he caresses Victor’s cheek with his cool fingers, expresses his sympathy at Victor’s misery and asks if there’s anything he can do for him.

Victor whimpers out a feeble “hold me”, and just as soon as the plea leaves his mouth, Yuuri is tightening his arms around Victor as he embraces him. The heat is a bit much, but it’s bearable for the blissful feeling that is Yuuri once again petting his hair and whispering sweetly and softly until Victor is eventually eased back to sleep.

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This was written for the two pov’s drabble challenge which can be found here!

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Am I the only one that really enjoys the exhaustion part of a whump fic? Like for example:

A character has pretty bad flu/cold and it knocks down their energy reserves. So much so that they can fall asleep anywhere at any time. And while their caretaker is by their side, comforting them, they just slowly rest their head against the caretaker’s shoulder and just… doze off. Without warning. And when the caretaker wants to get up, they notice the skight weight on their shoulder and decide to stay a little longer.

A character is exhausted from either a coughing fit, sneezing fit, etc. and when they finish they slowly rest their head onto the nearest surface and the caretaker has to try and drag them up gently to their room.

Bonus points if:

The character starts to snore with heavy amounts of congestion into the mix.

The character ONLY snores when sick.

The character is usually a light sleeper, but can’t even be woken up when sick.

zasp time babey

The majority of the team is down with a deadly illness. Only a few are still up and functioning – one of them is their medic, who is pushing and pushing and pushing themself to find the cure. No food, no rest, nothing but the endless cycle of tests. This is life or death; they can’t care about themself when their loved ones are dying, no matter if the immune ones are begging them to rest.

When the medic’s body finally gives out, the immune ones immediately think it’s because of the nonstop exertion. As soon as they reach them, however, they realize that the medic has almost every one of the symptoms. They’ve been hiding it for the sake of saving the others all along.

what’s that buzzing sound?

Omg your art style is so cute!! I love it! If you're interested in prompts, maybe one with Lan/ce cudding with a very sick Kei!th, who is so miserable and exhausted that he doesn't have the energy to move when he sneezes so he ends up sneezing into Lan#ces chest?

(I started with an outline to come back to and draw, but it turned into a drabble?? I’m going to still tag it and come back to it later, but I hope this short blip is okay for now)

Lance absently eyed the raindrops drumming against hisapartment window, feeling his eyelids droop as he traced Keith’s palm withgentle, sloppy circles.

It was blissful to finally hear the faint intervals of Keith’sairless snoring, escaping his mouth among his frequent heavy coughing fits. Fora few hours Lance had been lost in thought on the living room couch, exhaustionclouding his brain from taking care of his boyfriend all night.

There was something inexplicably calming to Lance aboutKeith being tightly bundled across his lap. Despite the nasty fever he couldn’tseem to shake, the warm figure secured closely into his side made Lance feel relaxedsomehow.

Keith stirred, breaking Lance’s train of thought as hecracked open his eyes pitifully. His cheeks were still notably flushed, and hisbreathing was labored by a thick congestion.

“Can’t sleep for long, huh?” Lance sighed sympathetically,running loose fingers through Keith’s fringe. “I lost track of how long youwere asleep, but I know it was longer than you slept earlier.”

Keith’s expression shifted slightly enough to indicate thathe heard his boyfriend’s words as he rolled onto his side to bury himself inLance’s chest. A strained groan escaped his lips as his hands shakily grippedLance’s shirt.

Lance frowned, securing a loose blanket tightly around Keithas he pulled him close. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Everything is spinning.” Keith spoke through his teethgritted in frustration, his voice warped and raspy.

“Just keep your eyes closed, okay?” Lance soothed, pressinghis face into Keith’s messy hair with a soft kiss. “The more you sleep, thequicker you’ll get better.”

“Either that or I’ll die first-“ Keith slurred, his voice cutoff by coughs relentlessly rolling out of his lungs.

Lance steadied Keith into a sitting position as he miserablychoked out one cough after another, nearly collapsing against Lance as his fitbegan to ebb away.

“God,” Keith sniffled, trying to collect himself from hisdisaster of a virus. “I need more tissues.” His face was pressed into Lance’schest, muffling anything he said.

“All I heard was ‘tissues’, so let’s go with that.” Lance saidworriedly as he leaned over to grab the box of tissues from the coffee table.

“Class is going to suck tomorrow,” Keith opted to whisper,not dedicating any more energy to raising his head to look at Lance.

Lance snorted, glancing down incredulously at his boyfriend.“There’s no way you’re going to class tomorrow.”

“But-“ Keith sniffed as he feebly reached for a tissue, hisother hand pressed against his irritated nose as he huffed. Before he couldreach for a tissue, he jolted his head into Lance’s chest in a last stitcheffort to suppress a sneeze. “’Htch’oo!”

Lance winced as he glanced down at Keith, who hadn’t movedand was groaning in agony.

“I’m sorry,” Keith whined inaudibly, keeping his face placedin Lance’s shirt.

“That’s it, you’ve infected me! I guess I have to stay hometomorrow and take care of you too.” Lance dramatized. “Also, you’re disgusting.”

“I tried to grab a tissue!” Keith croaked, weakly smackingLance’s shoulder as he remained face down.

“I’m teasing you. You’re sick, it happens.” Lance chuckled,pulling Keith close as he plucked a few tissues from the box. “Would letting metake care of you until you’re better be so bad?”

“It would be a miracle for you to put up with me muchlonger, honestly.” Keith whispered, pressing the handful of tissues against hisnose.

“I love you, it’s kind of my job.” Lance said, shrugging.

“I love you too.” Keith mumbled as he curled up against hisboyfriend, feeling his thoughts fade away to the sound of the rain as he fellback asleep.  

One trope that I really like for Shiro is having him fall asleep somewhere when he’s not feeling well.

He comes down with a cold? After a terrible night, his throat is sore, his head hurts and he’s tired and achy as hell. He takes a sit at the sofa, lays his head back, just for a few minutes, and closes his eyes, but two hours go by, and meanwhile someone has already gone by, taken his shoes off and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders.

He injures himself? Same thing. He hadn’t been sleeping well and his body aches, and staying still feels better than moving. He wakes up a while later, pillows and blankets all around him, and he’s so comfortable, he just closes his eyes again and drifts off to sleep.

Shiro being comfortable and rested and cared for is so great.

um, im fucking loved this short whump fic by @secret-bug-pain-blog so i drew some art of it <3