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•´¯`•. F͜͡l͜͡u͜͡f͜͡f͜͡y͜͡ ͜͡O͜͡T͜͡P͜͡ ͜͡P͜͡r͜͡o͜͡m͜͡p͜͡t͜͡s͜͡ .•´¯`•

° Character A unexpectedly catches a cold on the day Character A and B were supposed to go out. A feels bad the entire time since B is left to take care of A, like putting a wet towel on their forehead , giving them medicine , and cooking soup for them. Character B doesn't mind though, and even enjoys taking care of A. (Bonus points if Character B ends up sick the next day.) °

° It's Character A's birthday, and B wants to make them a surprise breakfast in bed before they wake up, but it ends up going horribly wrong somehow and they burnt the food. Because of this, B gets really upset but A is happy nonetheless, and comforts B while they eat the food. °

° Character A gets very drunk from a party, unbeknownst to Character B. So when A randomly appears at B's apartment at 3am, they end up letting A stay for the night, in which A drunkenly tells B how much they love them, and ends up passing out on B's bathroom floor. (Bonus points if B carries a passed out A to their bedroom.) °

° Character A and Character B decide to buy a dog/cat! Only problem is, they can't decide on which breed to get, so Character A and B spend an entire day in a pet adoption center playing with the dogs/cats, giving them treats, and petting them. Somehow, they end up buying 5 dogs/cats, and all of them are a different breed.

° Character A and Character B decide to try out each others hobbies for a day! B teases A as B's hobby is known to be a bit difficult. Yet Character A masters B's hobby almost immediately, and B absolutely cannot get the hang of A's hobby even if their life depends on it. So A ends up helping B step by step on how to master their hobby. (Bonus points if they end up liking each others hobbies and now they do it together almost everyday.) °

° Character A wakes up in a bad mood, so Character B attempts to cheer A up by secretly putting a sticky note near A's lunch box. (The contents of the note is up to you, whether it be a cheesy pick-up line, a quote, a simple joke, etc.) So when A leaves for work/school/other , they end up finding the note during lunch, which makes their day a little better.

° Character A and Character B decide to go to a fair one day, and they agree to ride on the scariest rollercoaster in the amusement park , Character A isn't scared at all, but pretends to be just so they could cling onto Character B the entire ride. (Bonus points if Character B sees right through them but lets A cling to them anyway cause they like it.) °

° It's late and both Character A and B can't sleep for some reason, so they go to a 24/7 convenience store, buy some ice cream, and goes to a nearby playground to eat it there. After A and B eat their ice cream though, they end up playing on the swings, going on the seesaw and just overall having fun. They have so much fun to the point that the sun is almost out. °

° Character A and B have a long distance relationship, so they indirectly send gifts to each other daily, their gifts getting bigger and bigger as the time passes. At first, it started off with some chocolate , jewelry, etc, but one day, Character A gets surprised when B sends them a note that says "look outside". So they do and they see B holding their favourite flowers, chocolates, and a huge-ass stuffed toy. °

° Character A gets detention one day, but Character B gets lonely and ends up causing trouble just so they could be with Character A. When they do, they try denying the fact that they just wanted to see A, and comes up with lame excuses like "You were my ride", which Character A sees right through. (Bonus points if Character B is known to be a good student , and barely causes trouble.) °

° Character A is craving ice cream, so B rushes to the store to get some. B gets ice cream for both of them but on the way home, B accidentally drops A's ice cream. So B decides to just give A their ice cream, without telling A that it was originally B's. A gives B some of their ice cream though so it's all good. °

° Character A and B have a shared love on a certain video game, so they add each other as characters in said game, and spends months trying to make their in-game characters fall in love with each other. Character A in the video game falls in love with another Character though, so Character A and B cry in defeat. °

° Character A and Character B go on a date! B sets up the entire day just for Character A but everything goes wrong in the worst way possible. Character B apologizes to Character A for everything going horribly wrong, but A reassures B and says that it'e fine. So instead of them kissing on a fancy bridge with fireworks going off, they somehow end up kissing in a parking lot instead. (Bonus points if it's their first kiss.) °

° Character A meets Character B's grandmother for the first time, and their grandmother shows A Character B's picture when they were a baby and tells A embarrassing things B used to do when they were a kid. B gets very, veryyyy flustered over this, but the whole time A is just in awe by how cute B was when they were a baby. °

° Character A accidentally gets injured because of Character B, so B apologizes profusely to A and offers to fix up their injuries for them. At first, A refuses, but eventually gives in, so B caringly treats A's wounds, such as wrapping it in bandages, cleaning the injury, etc. Eventually, B has to spray the wound with alcohol, so they tell Character A to just squeeze their hand when it hurts. B finishes it off with kissing A near the wound, as a way of saying sorry. °

How was it? This is my second post! :) feel free to give me some feedback, ty 😄

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° Character A accidentally falls asleep on their desk while they're working on something, Character B stumbles upon them and gently drapes a blanket around them. °

° Character A waking up frantically from a nightmare, which also wakes Character B up. Character A is struggling to get back to sleep so B sings A a lullaby, while stroking their hair softly. °

° Character A and B are on a video call, having fun. A few hours later, A ends up falling asleep mid-call, and B can't stop admiring and thinking about how cute they are when they sleep....even when they're drooling all over. °

° Character B went to go somewhere, and comes home late due to traffic. Character A promised to wait for them, but since B took longer than expected, B finds A asleep on the couch, with snacks sitting on their lap and the TV on, probably wanting to watch a movie with B. °

° Character A and B are having a road trip, and a couple of hours in, B notices A (the one who's driving) getting a little sleepy, so they offer to take the wheel. Immediately after they switch places, A knocks out on the passenger seat and B can't help but laugh at how cute they are. °

° Character B wakes up a little earlier than A, so when A stumbles into the kitchen, B is giggling to themselves, as A's hair is all over the place. Bonus points if Character B brushes and fixes A's hair for them. °

° Character A gets sick one day, and B spend the whole day taking care of them, feeding them, etc. A tells B they're craving some snacks, Character B quickly goes to the convenience store to buy A what they want, but when they come back, A is neatly wrapped up in countless of blankets in their bed, and is fast asleep. °

° Character A and B are sleeping in the backseat in the middle of a roadtrip with some close friends. Their friends decide to prank them, so when they both wake up, everyone is laughing uncontrollably because A and B's faces were drawn over. °

° After quite some time of not being able to see each other due to some personal reasons, A finally surprises B by visiting them, so they go to their house with gifts/flowers/snacks in hand, only to find B sleeping.....while wearing A's jacket. °

° Character B is getting late for work, but cannot move an inch as Character A is snuggled softly into their shoulder, and B simply doesn't have the heart to wake A up, as they just look so cute. °

° Character B gives A a massage after them having a really rough day, and while stroking their hair, A falls asleep during the process. Character B carries A to their bed, and making sure they're comfortable.°

° Character A is the first one asleep in a sleepover, and Character is trying to keep everyone else quiet, as to not wake Character A up. Bonus points if Character B is a pushover, and this is one of the first times they truly use their voice. °

° Character A and B are on vacation. After a long trip on the way there, they finally arrive at the hotel. When they do, Character A immediately collapses into their bed, even though it's only around 8pm, and B stays up all night. Bonus points if B ends up waking at 11am, and A is just playing with B's hair. °

(this is like my first post lmao)

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Overprotective

Overprotective by AnxiousElfWalkingBy

Five times Kirishima and Fatgum were protective of Tamaki and the one time he was protective back.

Because I want this fic in my life, thank you.

Words: 2589, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Amajiki Tamaki, Kirishima Eijirou, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Toogata Mirio

Relationships: Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki & Kirishima Eijirou, Amajiki Tamaki & Kirishima Eijirou & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Amajiki Tamaki & Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, FatFam, Team as Family, Family Fluff, Protective!Kirishima, Protective!Fat Gum, Protective!Tamaki

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/19728427

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hi! can you write a bnha sickfic for me? the scenario i want is; tamaki is sick with a stomach bug and gets sick during class time. his anxiety is at it's peak from gettin sick, but mirio is there to help him through it. thank you, if that wasn't too much to ask!

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under the weather - tamaki amajiki

word count 1.1k

contains graphic depictions of illness and vomiting, anxiety, crying, panic attack, comfort

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Amajiki had unwisely dismissed the queasy feeling stewing heavily in his stomach.

It’d been there when he’d rolled out of bed, but he didn’t let himself think too deeply about it and its implications. His anxiety had given him an ultimately harmless upset stomach an infinite amount of times in the past and because of that, he figured this was nothing new or anything to worry about.

He knew he was wrong about that claim from the moment that the idea of eating his usual hefty breakfast made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. Amajiki was someone who loved to eat and that paired well with the conditions of his quirk so he ate his food this morning as usual because it was his responsibility to do so.

His work-study, something he couldn’t even fathom doing with his gut constantly churning like this, was relying on his constantly varied diet and for him to show up after school…

Maybe it was nothing and his anxiety had just simply turned it into something. He had to believe that, had to believe it wasn’t sickness to blame.

He couldn’t be sick today. He couldn’t be sick, period.

Waiting for this first class to end is bad enough before his stomach suddenly gives a startling groan that’s both extremely audible and just as nauseating. Amajiki’s eyes go wide with embarrassment as he winces and waits for it to pass. Someone nearby had to have heard that over the teacher’s lecture.

The sounds don’t seem to be stopping any time soon either. The angry burbling noises continue mercilessly on as if the organ itself is yelling at him. He holds a shaky hand to his clammy forehead and tries his best to ignore the sudden pressure that’s building in his chest.

It starts with a loudish belch that Amajiki wasn’t prepared for, his ears fold over themselves and burn with intense shame when he receives several varying glances from the students around him. Some appear merely amused by his surprising outburst and some toss dirty looks his way.

There’s another. This burp is much queasier, wetter, and is stifled pathetically against the hand he slapped over his mouth after the first one. Something truly horrible burns his throat, insistent, and his stomach gives another drawn-out sickly gurgle.

An excess of saliva fills his mouth, rapidly pooling on the tongue that suddenly feels heavy, and he can taste the remnants of his breakfast with every single sour burp that leaks out of him. Reality hits him with a rush of despair.

He’s going to throw up.

The nausea is aggressively overwhelming, but Amajiki can manage to register that one thing he’d been denying, that one thing he’d been trying his best to push out of his mind this entire time. He still can’t get himself to move or do anything for that matter. He’s petrified, frozen in place at his desk.

He whines, low and fearful, before the first gag makes him jolt forward. His stomach clenches, bracing itself. The second one accomplishes nothing more than a final soggy belch and it’s the next violent retch that does it.

A torrent of thick vomit hits the hand that’s still over his mouth, a good portion of it spurting between his fingers and out from under his palm. It gushes down to his desk, half-digested chunks of his last meal splattering the front of his shirt.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh shit!”

“Ack!”

“Gross!”

The various surrounding cries of disgust are nothing more than faraway background noise as Amajiki sputters and coughs up more lumpy sick onto the tabletop. He lets out a wobbly sob when some of it squirts from his nose, burning like the abundance of tears stinging his eyes.

His head pounds like a drum and his stomach continues to ache even after expelling its ill contents. It’s an eternity of sitting there while trying to catch his breath and keep his cries subdued.

Nothing else seems to exist. It’s just him and his mess…

“Hey,” It’s Mirio. He clutches Amajiki’s trembling shoulder with a strong hand and doesn’t look nearly as repulsed as he should be. “It’s okay. Can you get up for me?”

“M’m really sick…” Amajiki mumbles, feeling dizzier by the second and head growing foggier in half of that time.

“I know, buddy.” He feels his shoulder being squeezed. His vision focuses somewhat, for better or worse. “Let’s get you out of here. Do you think you could walk if I helped you?”

Maybe it’s the pungent smell of his own vomit choking him or the stares from his classmates that pierce his skin like needles, but either way, Amajiki finds himself being led, practically dragged, by Mirio to the door.

They’ve nearly made it there when his stomach gives another urging twist and he whimpers as he swallows thickly. Amajiki tugs pressingly on Mirio’s shirt and he gets the message quickly, thankfully, pulling him over to the trash can at the front of the room.

Salty tears dribble down his flushed cheeks as he weakly spits up more liquidity puke on top of piles of pencil shavings and discarded papers. His shoulders shake forcefully from the effort of silently crying before Mirio places a palm on his back and moves his bangs away, effectively stilling some of the hysterical tremors running through him.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. Just let it all out, you’ll feel better, I promise. Keep breathing for me, Tamaki.”

Mirio’s soft comforting words guide him through the necessary actions that his body forces upon him. His stomach heaves for the last time, it’s beginning to really hurt from all of the throwing up, and soon he’s finished up and greeted by the fresh air of the hallway.

It’s a much appreciated change from the humid stench that had started to hang heavy in the classroom. He really does feel terrible about that and even worse for whoever’s tasked with cleaning the source. There’s one more emergency pitstop to the restroom on the way and they’ve made it to the nurse’s after what feels like a slow-moving century..

Now that he’s resting on a cot with a small bottle of Gatorade (and a clean shirt), his tummy still feeling upset and turbulent but somewhat calmed compared to before, Amajiki can’t help but let everything sink in and think about what really happened back there.

“Everyone saw me…” He mumbles miserably, rebirthed horror creeping in menacingly to join his lingering nausea. “Oh my god, it got everywhere… I don’t know why I didn’t move...”

“And? They’ll all forget about it by next week! Tomorrow even.” Mirio replies almost immediately from his nearby chair. So far, Recovery Girl hasn’t even questioned his presence.

“Messes can be cleaned!”

Amajiki voices his disagreement in the form of a single grunt and takes a very tentative sip of his drink. That acidic sick taste still remains in his mouth no matter how much he tries to rinse it out. His stomach grumbles a few times, almost passively.

“Aren’t you worried about catching this from me?” He says finally, disbelieving that he was actually lucky enough to have someone like Mirio with him through all of this.

“Maybe you just ate something bad.” Mirio retorts with an air of confidence that Amajiki can only dream of having. “Besides, best friends who share the flu together, stay together!”

“... You’re impossible.”

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LIES

Chapter 5

WORD COUNT: 1,168

WARNINGS: None

INSINCERE AU

Varian’s too tired to deal with Hugo

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Hugo pushed open the door to see Varian glaring at him. Varian had changed into a new set of clothes, but Hugo, unfortunately, did not have a spare set, so he got stuck with drying manually, leaving his clothes rather wrinkly.

He laid down on the room’s second bed and huffed. He looked at Varian and scowled. Varian looked back at him and groaned.

“Ugh, how long do you think this rain’s gonna last? The faster I can get away from you, the better.”

Hugo scoffed.

“I could say the same… I don’t wanna room with the guy who SLAMMED MY HEAD IN WITH A BAG!”

Varian sighed exasperatedly before defending himself for the second time. “The middle of the night in the woods is VERY tense. Someone shouldn’t be talking to himself in the middle OF the woods where strangers can come up and hit them with bags.”

Hugo narrowed his eyes at Varian, and Varian stuck his tongue out childishly. He just walked 2 and a half miles at 1 in the morning with a huge storm outside and this moron. Let’s just say he’s a little cranky.

“Still, a sorry would be nice for my troubles!”

Varian sighed and shrugged. “Alright… I’m sorry.”

He could’ve been a little more polite about it but, again, cranky. Besides, he already hated Hugo enough, forcing himself to be polite would make his contempt worse.

Hugo folded his arms and rolled his eyes dismissively, leaving Varian a little more annoyed.

“Not the best apology, but I’ll take it.”

Varian grumbled, and Hugo waved his hand in the air. “You should be lucky to get my apology! I have half a mind to-“

Varian tensed while Hugo drawled on. He knew those sets of words a little too well, and he was sick of hearing them. (But it was always his fault if he heard them anyway. So why did it matter?)

Hugo noticed Varian’s strained look and paused. He struck a nerve; normally, he would be delighted to know he hurt someone back after they did him in, (such as with a bag or ‘guilting’ him into paying, cough) but this guy… Instead of continuing to scold Varian, he turned his gaze to the window. The rain pattered down hard. Varian’s own gaze followed, along with the pets.

“I’ve haven’t seen rain this bad since I was 5. It’s nice.”

“Where I’m from, it doesn’t rain PERIOD. It’s incredibly dry.” He fake-coughed into his hand and joked, “And so are the people,” before letting out another fake cough.

Varian laughed, and Hugo grinned.

“Co- The people where I’m from, they’re, um, a lively bunch to say the least. Always partying, talking about this, who did that, why, et cetera. Now, the small area where I lived…” He trailed off.

Why was he talking about Corona? At all? He was done with it; he left for a reason! He cut off his last sentence and said, “What kind of dry do you even mean? Like, are they boring or..?”

Hugo chuckled, not turning away from the window. “Oh, don’t get me STARTED. They’re no fun until you do something that makes them mad, then they throw a tantrum.” He caught himself and snapped his fingers. “Hey, that rhymed!”

Varian laughed as Hugo seemed proud of himself. Hugo continued, “The city is so utterly drained and colorless, you’d swear you walked into a black and white painting where someone forgot to fill in the background.”

Varian let out a small laugh and listened to Hugo for the next few minutes. (About 15?) He was probably just exaggerating and making himself look like the victim, but Varian didn’t care all that much. If Hugo kept talking about himself, maybe he could finally get some sleep. (Oof.)

That was something he realized in prison; don’t interrupt the narcissistic idiots talking about great them are unless you want to get slapped. Getting slapped by a guy in a man bun who can’t stop talking about himself isn’t the most dignifying. He didn’t think Hugo would slap him but still. Nor was Hugo a ‘narcissistic idiot.’

A few more minutes passed, and Hugo noticed it was ominously quiet. Varian fell asleep along with the other pets. Hugo huffed, assuming they had fallen asleep because of his ‘boring stories,’ (they had); he grabbed a blanket off the nearby dress and laid it on Varian. Hugo stretched and looked outside. The rain left.

He glanced at Varian and the pets and yawned. OK, maybe he could stay and sleep… Just a…

He collapsed onto the nearby bed and began to snore.

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Varian woke up in the late morning to see Hugo holding a picture frame with Varian’s open bag next to him. “EY!” He shouted.

He jumped up and tripped on the covers he’d accidentally rolled himself, landing with a thud. Hugo let out a laugh, and Varian groaned, slipping out of the blanket, annoyed. He snatched the photo back, and Hugo joked, “Aw, you were adorable. What happened?”

Varian rolled his eyes and looked at the photo in his hands, a slight pang of guilt in his heart. He missed his dad, and he knew he would miss him a lot, but his father would probably be better off without him. He snapped out of his sadness to glare at Hugo.

He pointed the frame’s edge towards Hugo.

“Don’t go through my stuff!”

Hugo let out a fake offended gasp and laid a hand over his heart in shock.

“I would never!”

Varian narrowed his eyes, and Hugo flipped his hair dramatically. “I simply opened the bag and rifled through it!”

Varian trembled. “THAT IS THE DEFINITION OF-“

He let out a sigh, trying to compose himself and clapped his hands.

“OK! What’s the time?”

Varian looked out the door at the clock outside their room. “11:00. Thank Demanitus. I should get going.”

Hugo shrugged and picked up Cheese off the counter, slipping the little mouse into his pocket. Ruddiger hopped onto Varian’s shoulders.

They left and stopped at the inn’s dining room. It wasn’t the classiest thing, but they assumed that’s where the 40 coins went.

They quickly grabbed a bit of food, Varian trying to hide his face as he ordered. Hugo found this a bit odd but thought nothing more of it. They began to head out the door, and Varian had almost successfully gotten out without being noticed.

But the inn clerk glared at them. Hugo knew she was mean from last night but didn’t know why her stare was so intense.

They were a foot out the door when she said, “See you, Varian.”

Hugo glanced between the two, wondering how in the world she knew his name. The younger boy looked petrified, leaving Hugo a bit confused and honestly worried.

They shut the door behind them, and Varian let out a sigh, not looking him in the eye. (Hey, another rhyme!)

“I guess this where we part ways?”

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I accidentally wrote a 4163 word Varigo sickfic

Have fun

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“Our new project uses cutting-edge technology, and practical, innovative design. It is in YOUR best interest to accept our plans, and here’s why!”

Hugo began his speech with a certain determination and bursting confidence that made his words all the more convincing. His eyes were shining with a strange, unfamiliar charisma, feigned enough to be believed without a second thought. His usual smirk, so smug and irritatingly vain, was now confident in a different way- an essence of that confidence ready to be passed on to the viewer by a single glance. He was an excellent public speaker, confident and convincing, strong enough to feign believable charisma.

Of course, as convincing as this was, he wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular. In fact, he was practicing his speech. He and Varian had come up with plans for a new invention which they were convinced would be the scientific breakthrough of the decade. Of course, that was a bit of an overstatement, but nonetheless, they were really excited about having their project accepted. At least, Varian was.

Speaking of Varian, he was terrified. He and King Frederic were still on weird terms after the whole… ‘kidnapping the queen’ thing, so it was always a challenge to get the big guy on his side despite all the good things he’d done to atone. Whenever he was around Frederic, he’d fumble with his words and develop a nervous posture and attitude. Well, of course he would, it was the damn king. The king of his kingdom, who he’d desperately been trying to suck up to so he’d finally feel he wasn’t that awful person he was before. Of course he’d be nervous.

However, Hugo wasn’t. Hugo was never nervous to speak to anyone- not Varian, not Nuru, not Eugene, not the king, not anyone. That man had the nerve to shout “Down with the hierarchy!” in the face of royalty with his middle finger outstretched, hovering in front of a pair of piercing, irritated eyes. No, he was not drunk. No, he was not delirious. He just did it because he was Hugo. If you told Varian that Hugo had whipped his dick out in front of the queen, he wouldn’t be in disbelief.

Of course, that would make him the absolute worst candidate to present their invention to the king, right? Well, no. Sure, normally Hugo wouldn’t care about anything the king thought of him, but Varian meant the world to him, and he was the only person who did. There were two things he loved in the world, and that was money, and Varian. Therefore, Hugo was more than willing to act accordingly in order to get on the king’s good side, and he certainly had the confidence and the cunning to do so. He was manipulative, convincing, confident, strong, and good with words, so without a doubt, they had this in the bag. He’d developed the perfect speech and had already decided just how he was going to execute it. There was nothing they needed to worry about. All they had to do… was get Varian prepared.

“Now, you might say… what about the resources needed to make this project? The financial cost? The time it will take to make something so huge? Well, we have EVIDENCE that the profit outweighs the costs!” Varian rehearsed firmly, a wide smile on his face. He was much less nervous right now, considering it was only rehearsal and not in front of the king. If the king were there, listening to his presentation, he would freeze up and completely break down. However, any time else he was just fine. Especially now, because…. Hugo was there with him.

“Our brilliant plan suggests ways to utilize renewable, abundant resources to fuel every function of the machine. Therefore, there will be low cost and low resource-consumption. Plus, the issue of- excuse me,” Hugo stopped himself in the middle of his sentence, turning away to press a half-curled index finger to the bottom of his nose. He bent over with a forceful sneeze that he just barely managed to contain.

“Bless you!” Varian told him with a light smile as the blonde boy straightened himself up, sniffling and quickly returning to his previous posture as if nothing had happened. The only acknowledgement of it was two quick words, then he jumped right back into his presentation.

“Thank you. The issue of having to travel to other kingdoms for supplies is extraneous. These natural chemicals can be found solely in Corona!”

“Plus, the integrity of the machine will be 96.8% eco-friendly!” Varian pointed out with a toothy grin. “We’ve reduced carbon production as much as possible, lowering the stakes to only 15%.”

“Even so, the use of the machine is worth the financial and environmental cost. Once the project is fully completed- excuse me,” Hugo interrupted his own spiel with the same two words, and a similar outburst overtook him. He bent away at the waist to sneeze again, this time into his sleeve, and much more forceful. This time, he was unable to suppress the strength and high volume.

“Bless you,” Varian offered again, this time with a frown. He didn’t miss the sudden congestion as Hugo sniffled the aftermath away, immediately pulling himself together just as quickly as before, once again paying the least amount of mind to the situation as he could.

“Thank you. Once the project is completed and fully functional-”

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” Varian interrupted, prodding lightly at him with small traces of worry. It wasn’t just that he was worried for his boyfriend’s wellbeing, but… “I hope not. The presentation is tomorrow! I just… can’t do it without you!”

“Relax,” Hugo said calmly, lifting his head with a smug smirk enough to present the underside of his chin. “I don’t get sick that often. Besides, even if I was, there’s not a single illness that could take me down. You have… no idea what I’ve been forced to work through.” The thought of it made him shudder. In honesty, he really didn’t get sick often. But when he did, he got sick bad. Not necessarily because of the illness itself, but the point it got to with how much he pushed himself. He worked through fevers, colds, strep, flus, broken limbs, sprained wrists, migraines, concussions, anaemia, pneumonia… he was pushed to work his body past its limits. As a result, he was often ill as a child. However, eventually, his body… adapted. It got used to the constant sleepless nights, malnutrition, and continuous stress. Naturally, it should be near impossible, but Hugo cheated everything, even illness. Still, he wasn’t invincible. His body still broke down when he was pushed too hard.

“I think that’s enough rehearsal for today,” Varian decided. If Hugo really was getting sick, he’d like him to rest his precious vocal chords. What would he do if tomorrow he’d lost his voice? How would they present? “Maybe we could… work on the base for the machine a bit?”

��There’s no point,” Hugo pointed out. “Our work will be utterly useless if we don’t get permission to even finish the project. Besides, making a prototype for the demonstration would be useless unless it’s actually functional- which is not something we can create, because, again, we do not have the proper permission, and you’re a goody-two-shoes who doesn’t take risks.”

“You’re right,” Varian said. “And we’ve already done the calculations and double checked them. I don’t know, our plans have to be perfect, maybe we should check again-”

“No need,” Hugo assured him, yet his tone was more firm than calming. “I’ve been up until 4 in the morning going through the calculations and fixing every error. You make a lot of them, you know.”

“4 in the morning??” That came out more harsh than it should’ve been, causing Varian’s voice to squeak and crack awkwardly as the pitch increased. “But- you woke up at 6:00! If you get as little sleep as that, you really are going to end up sick!”

“But I’m not,” Hugo said, and his confidence made Varian relax slightly. “My body can withstand such things- or, rather, lack of things. You need to chill sometimes, hairstripe. I’m totally cool taking care of myself.”

“I guess you’re right,” Varian admitted, but still, a hint of uncertainty lingered in the back of his mind. What if Hugo was lying? He was so damn manipulative, so no matter how genuine he seemed, there was really no proving that he wasn’t actually deceiving him. Still, Hugo was his boyfriend. For now, he’d just have to trust him.

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Was there something we could’ve done differently?

A/N: This is a little something I’ve been working on for a while. The disease is called Zhan Tiri’s Tears, and it turns the infected’s insides into black mush. Zhan Tiri created it to wipe out all those who opposed until Demantus created a cure. Varian took a sample of it when he stumbled upon a village that was killed off by the disease, curious as to what it was. The disease spreads through contact, be it with the slime or with someone who is infected, so it can spread quickly. Varian contracted the disease, unbeknownst to him, and that’s where this story as takes place.

WARNING: contains vomiting and death

“Rapunzel…” “In a minute, Varian.” She turned back to the king, ready to argue. “Rapunzel, I don’t feel so good.” Varian coughed violently. Rapunzel spun around to face him. Her eyes widened. The young alchemist looked sickly, his face paling and his bright blue eyes dulling. He doubled over as though he was punched, grunting in pain. “Varian!” Rapunzel reached for him. Eugene pulled her away. “Blondie, no!” he yelled. “Everyone, get back! He’s infected.” Varian gripped his stomach with one hand, his other hand at his mouth trying to contain whatever has come up his throat. It tasted bitter and sharp. It’s too much to keep the vile in. He tried to swallow it but caused more to come up, causing him to let some of it escape from his lips. The black ooze dripped down his hand and glove pooling onto the floor. His throat burned. His stomach hurt so much. His eyes stung as he tried to hold back his tears. Some of it was pushing through his nose. Varian fell to the ground, removing his hand from his mouth as he coughed more guck up. An alarmingly large amount dropped from his mouth. Tears escaped his burning eyes as he looked at the horrified faces. He reached with his slime-covered hand, causing a couple of people to back away a bit. “Please,” he croaked, “Rapunzel, help me.” Rapunzel hesitated before taking a step forward. Eugene caught her arm. “Rapunzel, don’t,” the ex-thief warned, “This could be the disease talking.” Rapunzel stared at her boyfriend, then looked back at Varian. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His face was contorted in pain. She could feel her heart break for the boy. He’s so young… The princess inhaled deeply and took a step back. The alchemist’s eyes widened. “Rapunzel, please,” he begged, “you promised.”His hand dropped as she looked away from him. “I’m sorry, Varian,” she said, softly, her voice wavering as tears rolled down her cheeks. He stared at her in agony, then shifted his gaze to Quirin. “Dad,” he whimpered, “please.” Quirin gazed at his only son. How could something like this happen? Why couldn’t he be more like him? Why did he have to poke his nose into everything? Why did he have to have his mother’s curiosity? A part of him strongly wanted to go over to Varian and comfort him. It doesn’t matter if he was infected, too. At least he wouldn’t have to watch the last of his family die a painful death. However, the other part of him knew that if he did that, no one else would be able to find the cure. No one else would be able to decipher Varian’s notes on the disease. He looked away from Varian. He couldn’t bear to see him like this anymore. Varian’s breathing heightened. No one wanted to help him. How could they? How could they do this to him? One moment they were helping him find a cure, the next they didn’t want to come within a meter of him! Anger boiled within him. Traitors, the lot of them. How could they? How dare they? “How could you..” Varian shook with anger. “HOW COULD YOU?!” He glared at the frightened and surprised faces. “You never cared about me. You only kept me around for the cure!!” He panted, sweeping his gaze over every face. “Varian-” “No! You never cared!” He started crawling towards them. With every crawl, the crowd would take a step back. “You’re all selfish, pretentious, callous snobs who don’t give a rat’s ass about a dying kid! I shouldn’t have trusted you. I shouldn’t have fallen for your-”

His harsh words were cut off by violent bouts of coughing. The black guck pushed up into his throat, closing his airway. Varian gripped his neck as he heaved the thick solution out and on to the floor. He managed to catch a breath before more came pouring out. The sound of gagging and retching was all that filled the throne room. Rapunzel had buried her face into Eugene’s shoulder, unable to watch. She was tempted to cover her ears, to block out the awful sounds her friend was making. Varian was dying, and there was nothing she could do. Maybe he’s right… Maybe she was being selfish. She didn’t pick up on any of the signs that could’ve pointed to the fact that he was sick. She was so absorbed in getting the cure done that she didn’t pay attention to anything else. She was a horrible friend to Varian. He needed help, and she didn’t see it… Now, she’s being punished by watching the young alchemist puke up his blackened insides. The princess snuck a look at the boy, and her stomach clenched at the sight. The pile of black sludge had grown larger. Varian’s tears had turned black, and the ooze has found its way through his nostrils. Varian hadn’t been able to take in another breath since the previous inhale. His lungs, or perhaps what was left of them, screamed for air. He couldn’t get what it needed. The slime had completely blocked all of his airways, so it was close to impossible to breathe. His head was starting to spin. He needs air. He can’t get it. The arm he had been using to hold himself up had started trembling as more of the slime poured out of his mouth. It shook so much that it could give out at any moment.   All Varian can see now is the glistening black. All he can hear is the sound of his retching. All he could feel is the cold sweat he had broken out into when he started coughing, and the pain that started in his stomach had spread down to his legs and up almost to where his heart is located. The edges of his vision started to turn black, slowly creeping along toward the centre of his vision. His vision blurred; he blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of it to no avail. The black was getting into his peripheral vision when his eyes rolled back, his brain shutting down completely. Varian felt himself fall and land in something wet. He heaved another mouthful of the slime before becoming still and his vision being engulfed in black. The throne room became eerily silent when Varian stopped moving. Everyone stared at the boy’s still body, unsure of what to do. Rapunzel was the first to find her voice. “Varian?” No response. She swallowed. “Varian?” This time a little louder. Still no response. He just laid there in the sludge, unmoving. Part of her refused to believe this was happening. It just can’t be. He’s too young. Rapunzel stepped forward, as though someone had taken over her body. She had to know if this was really happening. Eugene tried to grab her. “Rapunzel, don’t!” he called. “I have to check,” she responded before carefully approaching the young alchemist. She walked a little around to the side of and knelt down to see his face. Varian’s usual flushed face was turning a sickly, pale grey. His lips were parted, dripping with the ooze that was still pushing itself out of him. His face was streaked with black that fell from his eyes. His eyes. They were half-lidded and dull, now more of a grey than their usual bright blue. Tears brimmed at her eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hands. She looked away from the fourteen-year-old and softly sobbed. Eugene rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. King Frederic took a breath and turned to Quirin. “We need to find a cure,” he informed him, “fast. As I understand it, your son had been studying Zhan Tiri’s Tears and was in the process of finding a cure. Do you think you can finish what he started?” Quirin gazed at his friend, fighting back tears. He curtly nodded. “Yes, I think I can.”

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