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How do you think H.usk would coax out a stuck sneeze? (In himself)

omg I received an ask from the poni??? I feel like a celebrity 😲

ok but I have many ideas.... like my first thought is that h/usk is a cat, right? so his sense of smell is probably wayyyy stronger than most people's. and a/ngel probably has perfume because he's a material girl

so h/usk has some kind of tickle. he's working the bar and he absolutely hates sneezing around other people because it's never just one. so he tries to hold back for a while (as usual, though it barely ever works), and to his surprise, it actually works out this time. except that's a problem in itself, because now it's just itchy and it won't go away. so he sneaks up to a/ngel's room (maybe they're sharing at this point, or maybe they're still separate) and goes searching for his perfume. just one spray is enough, and he gets sent into a whole dramatic fit, like he assumed he would. but at least he's alone so no one can make fun of him for his tiny kitten sneezes

or maybe he needs something more immediate. well, he's got feathers! they probably shed a lot at times, and while he's not usually sensitive to them, they can be just what he needs when he's stuck. it usually takes a bit with his feathers, he has to poke and prod around for a bit. his fit with the feather is much shorter than with the perfume since he's not actually allergic, but it's still way more than one would reasonably expect

or when he's sick, he gets way more sensitive than usual. so when he's got a stuck sneeze, sometimes all he needs to do is just rub his nose for a few seconds and it sets him off. definitely the easiest method, but only really works in that specific instance

and you know it has to be really bad if h/usk is trying to make himself sneeze. so if anyone actually caught him in the act there would probably be some concern (or maybe amusement in a/lastor's case) since it has to really be stuck for h/usk to induce himself willingly

or or or maybe he gets so desperate, nothing else is working, that he actually goes to n/iffty and asks if she can use her duster on him, as a last resort. n/iffty would probably go along with it without question, but h/usk would beg her not to tell anyone (she told everyone)

ok that's all my brain has rn thank you for the ask and letting me talk about my little kitty 🙇‍♀️

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me after reading through 700 incredible h/uskerd/ust fics already but still being unsatisfied because I'm an insatiable whore

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An/gel Du/st caring for an injured and feverish Hu/sk post-A/la/stor errand send tweet

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I didn't see this post until now but y'all better respect my trans homies or I'm gonna identify as a fucking problem

happy trans visibility to trans folks on snzblr! including, but not limited to, the non-binary, genderfluid, agender, & generally gnc people who consider themselves to fall under the trans umbrella. You're so cool and ily <3

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Do you write H/usk snz as well? I’d love to see him trying to hide that An/gel got him sick :3

Your fic is amazing btw I’m so glad you’re here!!

Yes, yes, yes! I'm super open to writing other characters, thanks so much for the request, you're too sweet! I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but I think it's just because I've been busy so I was writing it in bits and pieces lol. Anyways-! Like, 2,200 words of sick Hu//sk trying his darnedest not to make Angel feel bad. I hope you enjoy it anon and anyone else who stumbles upon it!

(Also, if anyone has any requests, feel free to submit them! I may not be the fastest writer in the world but by god I do know at least a few words!)

MINORS DNI THANKS!!

Sick as a Dog (That's it, that's the title)

“HhiIH…hUH-!hHUH-RrSHWw!!” Husk braced himself against the bar with his free hand as yet another sneeze ripped itself from his core, bending him in half.

The demon couldn’t help but groan as he righted himself, back sore and neck stiff from standing all day. A few chesty coughs escaped and echoed through the empty hotel lobby. Husker dragged a paw down his face, trying and failing to assess his temperature. Angel had barely started getting better when the bartender’s own health began to take a turn. The initial onset of a slight headache had been followed the next day by a scratchy throat. These mild symptoms had been easy enough to ignore and thus deny any possibility that the demon could be–

“eH-! hUHH–irRSSHh-ue!! Ugh–!”

–sick. The aches he’d begun to notice the day before and the chills he’d woken up with that morning however were nothing to sneeze at.

He’d taken every post-cautionary action he could: some vitamins he’d found in the long-forgotten back of the medicine cabinet, copious amounts of tea and shots of honey, a good night’s sleep. Hell, he’d even subbed his usual midday whiskey with a mimosa for the extra vitamin C! No one had noticed the demon’s weakened state yet, but if Angel’s own miserable experience were something to go by, Husker doubted that would last long.

Usually, the demon would be more than happy to keep up his illusion of health by day with the promise of complete solitude through the night. Nowadays… it just typically didn’t play out that way. Not that he would complain! Far from it, Husk had slept better than he ever had before in the comfort of a certain spider’s oversized bed. The sleeping arrangement didn’t leave him with much private recovery time though, and suddenly returning to the full-sized cot in his own room would only worry Angel. That’s exactly what the demon was trying not to do.

Then again, having Angel know that he had gotten him sick would only have a similar effect. So, he’d been wasting the day away, watching the hours tick by at a snail’s pace until Angel got off of work. 

The bartender grabbed a handful of scratchy brown napkins to tend his leaking nose with. Rather aggressively, he scrubbed back and forth in a vain attempt to quell the buzzing sensation that’d been lingering in his sinuses all day. If anything, the action made the offending appendage revolt in a series of rapid, kittenish sneezes that were more reflex than actual effective reactions,

“hH’kTsh–! tTSh-!h’pPTChw! hH–” The fit sent Husker’s head shaking, despite any true force behind it, only to culminate into one much-needed and satisfying, “–hUDt’dDsSHWw!!”

The fit left the bartender leaning against the wall, shoulders drooping with exhaustion and panting for a complete breath. 

“That’s not how you normally sneeze…”

Husker found himself scrambling back to attention, looking around for whoever had voiced the sudden statement. Whoever it was sounded almost… disappointed? Actually, it sounded quite a lot like–

“Usually you sneeze like a real man,” The bartender’s eyes stopped on Niffty, the small demon having seemingly taken a seat at the bar while Husk had been distracted.

Irritation took the place of any previous relief that had flowed through him upon spotting the culprit of such an… absurd statement, “Niffty, what the Hell are you talkin’ about?”

Of course Husker knew what she was talking about, but the whole thing was so off-putting, and the man was off his game! Niffty’s response was muddled, as though water filled the other demon’s ears. Trying to shake the water out however only made the room around him spin and shift. If the chills hadn’t been enough, Husk’s disoriented state and the spinning room that it was creating was proof enough of a fever. 

Closing his eyes, Husk grabbed hold of the edge of the bar, taking a few breaths as the room around him settled back down. Slowly he began to open his eyes, lifting his head back up only to be met with the wide-eyed stare of the cleaner.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” Straight to the point, as always.

“Or were you poisoned?!” 

And oddly giddy about such dark subjects, Husk thought as an evil grin spread across Niffty’s face.

“Just got some fuckin’ bug, Niff. Nothin’ to–”

“What kinda bug?!” 

The demon’s excitement visibly came crashing down as the other explained, “Nah, like a um– a virus, Niff. I’ve got a cold or some shit,”

“Well that’s no fun! That’s just–” Niffty’s disappointed gaze became momentarily disgusted, “–gross.” The cleaner folded her arms over her chest in a show of frustration that made the bartender chuckle.

Both demons’ gazes shifted to the entryway of the hotel as the double doors creaked open, spilling humored chatter into the lobby and filling the awkward silence. Before Husker could get another word out, Niffty had scurried away to follow after the intruders with a broom and dustpan.

Husker’s throat bobbed with a nervous swallow as his eyes fell on Angel Dust, situated between Charlie and Vaggie who he’d presumably ran into on the walk home. Unconsciously, the demon smoothed out his hair, crumpling up the napkins he still had in hand and tossing them into the nearby garbage can. Trying his best to act natural, he began polishing the same glass for what was probably the 47th time that day. His nerves dissipated soon enough as the usual chatter of the hotel tuned out into a sort of white noise. Angel seemed as though he’d had a good enough day. Coming to his usual bar stool and swinging around to smile at the bartender across from him.

Husker passed him an aperol spritz– his latest usual– and rolled his eyes at the kiss the spider blew in thanks. Spinning back around, the other demon re-acquainted himself with the conversation he’d been having previously. Relieved to be out of the spotlight of anyone’s attention, Husk leaned against the wall and watched on as the domestic night routine unfolded. 

Shortly after the first arrivals, Alastor seemed to seep into view from some growing shadow and the devil himself made his entrance down the stairs and onto the couch next to his chattering daughter. Husker would’ve loved to bask in such an unusually peaceful scene had it not been for that damned itch that had slowly but surely been creeping its way back into existence. 

Complete silence being unacceptable, the demon had been trying to make just enough quips and comments to get by in his usual manner. Every word however was becoming harder and harder to get out, lodging in his throat as that insufferable pressure in his sinuses built. It was only a matter of time before he would lose this fight and he knew it, he just hoped he could get it over with quickly.

“Well, how about dinner then?” The enthusiastic tone of The Radio Demon made the bartender’s ears twitch, “I fixed us up some étoufée, now doesn’t that sound nice?”

A general murmur of agreement traveled through the room and Husker watched hopefully as everyone began to file out. Everyone, that is, except Angel. 

Said demon turned around to face his partner, placing his empty glass onto the bar top.

“Mind toppin’ me off, toots?” The spider’s eyes encroached on puppy-dog territory and his low lip stuck out in an exaggerated show of desperation.

“Mhm…”

The positive hum was all Husk could manage, turning around to fix the drink as quickly as he could. His nose threatened to leak as his head tilted to a lower angle, tickling in a way that made his eyes begin to water. By the time he’d finished making the drink, Husk could feel a ragged breath drag its way out of him in a hitch.

“Not very talkative tonight, are we?” 

The question wasn’t a rhetorical one but–

“hH–!” Dammit!

Husk half-turned, just enough to place the glass in front of the spider without revealing his face. 

“Husk–”

“hH-kXT–!” The sneeze tore through him before the demon even had time to cover, leaving a rather disgusting string of mess hanging from his face. Husk thankfully had no time to even consider the mess before another, completely silent stifle wracked his frame forward ever-so-slightly, this time caught by a paw in the nick of time.

“Whiskers, you alright…?”

Concern laced the question but Husk found himself blushing with shame nonetheless. Scrambling for some napkins, he tried his best to clean up as quickly and quietly as possible. A sudden hand on his shoulder shocked him enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Husky… baby–” The demon turned his partner around to face him. Reaching across the bar, Angel gently guided the bartender around so that he could assess the situation. 

The last thing the demon expected to find was a face streaked with tears, the lower half of which was covered by a bar napkin– the quality of which Angel knew all too well. The younger man had no time to speak before the other pulled away, eyes squeezing shut once more,

“ihIH-HIH–hiIDt’TSCh’ue!” A final sneeze snapped the bartender in half and left him in such a state that he remained that way for some seconds.

“Blesh’ya, here–” Husker straightened slowly to find the spider holding out a travel packet of tissues for him to take. The demon felt the heat in his face rise substantially as he pulled a tissue out, blowing his nose as gently as he could. A few coughs forced their way past his lips before he could find it in himself to say anything,

“Sorry, I usually…” Husk found his voice trailing off as his hearing once again became muffled and the edges of his vision began to blur.

Fuck me, not this again…

The bartender placed tentative claws to his temple as his eyes fell shut once more,

“Just– just a second–”

Before anything else could be said, a sturdy pair of arms wrapped itself around the swaying demon and the room spinning around him blurred with movement. Suddenly, he found himself perched onto the sofa, a fretting Angel leaning over him with a hand to his forehead. 

“...You son of a bitch,” The spider chides, “You’re sick as a dog! And after all that shit about–”

Husk watched as the other continued to rant, hands gesturing wildly. A small sniff was all it took however for the bartender to become distracted again.

“– and of course you’re over here, your usual Mista Grumpy Cat self! So no one–”

“–nNT’Shw! h’rRShWw!– uUDt’TSHWw!! hIHh- hH’pTShw–! SnnfF-!”

“–and I– bl– bless– jeezus, Husk, bless! Salute! You okay?”

The older man tested the waters with a hesitant sniff wet enough to make both parties wince.

“If I’d kn’down a couple of sneezes would get you to shut up I woulda done it a long tim’be ago…” The sentence ended with a productive nose blow.

The spider tsk’d in response with a shake of his head. Despite the show of disapproval, he couldn’t help but spare a concerned glance towards the other.

“... How long have ya been sick? Since I was sick?”

Husker shouldn’t have been surprised he’d put two and two together. For all of the insults he threw at the man, Angel Dust wasn’t stupid.

“N’do it was… well, right around when’d you started gettin’ better,” A few more coughs forced  a fist to the bartender’s chest, “Didn’t start out so bad–”

“Yeah, I think I know how that goes…” Angel joked, earning a small smile from the sick demon, “D’you know you’re runnin’ a fever?”

“Figured as much,” as if to emphasize the point, a full-body shiver visibly tore its way through him, “Ugh, fug’k m’be…” he groaned, wrapping his arms tightly around himself to preserve any sort of heat.

Angel raised an eyebrow at the statement, “As much as I’d love to, Whiskers, I don’t think you’re in any shape for it tonight, yeah?”

A chuff is all the other can manage in response, exhaustion taking over him. The couch was becoming more and more comfortable by the second…

A weight landed softly next to Husker as a blanket was gently placed over him. Gentle hands slowly repositioned the tired man so that his head lay on a pillow elevated by the other’s lap. The same hands soon found themselves in the bartender’s fur, stroking in a familiar fashion behind his ears and neck and eliciting a steady purr from the older man.

Husker wasn’t sure how much time passed on the couch. Occasionally Angel would shift or a voice would drift by that would make the demon’s ears perk up before the practiced stroking started up again and put him back to sleep. At one point a very quiet but rather long conversation was had involving lots of whispered voices and was soon followed up by the faint scent of… something. Maybe fish? His sense of smell at the moment was fairly compromised. But it was no surprise that dreams of talking fish soon flooded the demon’s mind as he fell back into a much-needed sleep.

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Okay, had to share this the moment it jumped into my brain:

Husk randomly sneezes and of course it sounds like a cat's sneeze (all adorable), Charlie cooing and getting all doe-eyed, saying how adorable that sounded, while Alastor and Angel are laughing hysterically, ignoring Husk's 🖕to them 😂

I just realized I forgot to add Charlie 😖 but hope you like

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ok i caught up on h/elluva and now i need f/izz to with a cold by this time yesterday

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h/usk from h/azbin h/otel sneezing send post

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Needing aid for bills!

Anyone who wants art and that can help me. I need about £70 to be comfortable in paying my bills this month! Give me a DM or donate to https://ko-fi.com/S6S02XBG6 Every little right now really helps. Im stressed out thinkin bout it.

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I can't believe I'm actually part of the snzblr hivemind for once

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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

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WAAAAHHH ITS THEM!!! ITS MY BABIES!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME 🥺🥺🥺 (more screaming in the tags)

Today's the day! Guess I ought to post this-

HAPPY SNALENTINES DAY IG??? to @snz-eriya , who I was assigned to! You like SO MANY of my favorite characters and I struggled on who I should draw😭in the end, I went with some R/osaKae, as they are currently infecting my brain😭👍I hope you like it!

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A Strange Feeling (D/an H/eng snzfic, H/S/R, ft. C/aelus)

me: man I think I have writer's block again

also me: *writes nearly 2k words of horn*

anyway this is a valentine's post for @mochindayo !!!!!!! ur art is so good I wanna eat it and u deserve to have the best day ever every day!!! I hope you enjoy this fic I give as tribute to your amazingness :')

Caelus pressed on the button to open his door, wearily. It wasn’t like time was very clear if one were to look out the window, given that they were in space. Time itself was a little vague on the Astral Express. Nevertheless, he had been attempting to sleep for what felt like five years. Though to his exaggeratory mind, it was probably more like a few hours. But for some reason, his mind was running wild. No thought was consistent, only one random idea after another that captivated his attention and kept rest just out of arm’s reach. Eventually he got tired of trying, and decided to walk around the ship in hopes to tire out his body.

Or his mind, hopefully. Though it never really did seem to quiet down.

He walked past March’s room, and then Dan Heng’s. Just before he was about to turn the corner, he paused. He stepped backwards until he was in front of Dan Heng’s room again. Then back a few more steps to March’s. Then back to Dan Heng’s. 

He likely would have seemed to be a lunatic in someone else’s eyes. But there was a strange feeling that he got when he walked past specifically Dan Heng’s room. An indescribable feeling. An emotion? Something that made him uneasy. Whatever it was, it made him pause. He reached a hand out, to test if the door was unlocked. It probably would be. Dan Heng’s ‘room’ was the archive, after all. And as private as he was, he didn’t really mind if someone came in without permission as long as it was for a good reason. Was feeling weird a good reason? Probably not, but who knows? Maybe Dan Heng was dying, or attacked, or something. Probably not. Unless Dan Heng refused to be loud even when dying.

Opening up the door, Caelus was relieved to see that Dan Heng was not dying. Though he expected the other to at least be asleep or something at this time(?) of night(?). But no, his fellow Nameless was up and about, at the archives, sorting through various documents and books they had collected over their journeys. Which, that was good, it wasn’t like Caelus could be bothered to remember every detail of all those wordy papers (he could barely stand to read a few sentences without getting bored) but when everyone else had already gone to bed? He could have done it earlier and avoided spending time with everyone.

Caelus had a feeling just standing there and not saying anything for an extended period of time would not give him any avoidance for creepiness, so he decided to speak up.

“Dan Heng?”

The other jumped, as if surprised by his presence. Kind of strange. The doors weren’t exactly quiet. Not a big deal though. Maybe he was just focused.

“Caelus…” Dan Heng muttered, relaxing. Maybe he was expecting an enemy too. Or for Caelus to be dying instead. In any case, he turned back to his work. “Is there something you need?”

Caelus stood for a moment. Not really. For the weird feeling to go away? But how was he supposed to describe that? “Uh… no,” he eventually replied. Dan Heng looked back at him, an eyebrow raised at his answer.

Silence stretched between them once again.

Caelus really had to stop chasing every feeling that interested him.

“Uh… so… still working? Y’know everyone else is asleep,” he finally spoke up again, the awkward energy starting to get to him.

“I could say the same to you,” Dan Heng responded coolly. It seemed like he dropped trying to figure out what Caelus was doing there, and instead turned back to the archives once more.

Caelus still felt weird. So, ignoring his own note-to-self, he approached to stare at Dan Heng’s work over his shoulder. To be honest, his eyes were so tired that the words sort of jumbled together into an incoherent mess. It was more so just to get his crew mate’s attention.

And get his attention it did. Dan Heng glanced over, turning to face Caelus again. “If you don’t need anything, why are you still here? You should be sleeping.”

“Y’know I could just… say the same thing to you, right?” Caelus replied, trying to keep an exhaustedly smug grin off his face. “You’re archiving this late? I didn’t know there was still stuff left to archive.”

“There’s always things left. Please leave me be. I have work to do,” Dan Heng requested again. Though, like he had the mind of a child, it was like being told to stop doing something just made the trailblazer want to do it more. 

“I can help, if you want. I’m sure I can handle the, uh…” He picked up a random book, squinting at its title. “Underground Encyclopedia of Plants and Fungle.”

“Fungi. You’re not a child. You know how to read,” Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. Putting a hand to his head like the interaction was giving him a headache. 

“Meh, close enough. C’mon, it’ll get done faster if we do it together.”

“It’s fine.”

“Look, I know you like it all to be perfect, but there’s gotta be some kind of autocorrect in this thing, right?”

“Please, Caelus, just leave me be.” 

Dan Heng sounded desperate, which was strange. Typically Dan Heng would act annoyed but compliant, even more so when it came to March than him. But looking in the Nameless’ glassy eyes, it seemed like he was a few seconds away from begging.

Wait, glassy eyes? Oh, fuck. Was he actually dying? Was that his dying wish? His last words?

Caelus opened his mouth to apologize for making Dan Heng’s last moments so painful, when–

“heh’GKshu!” Dan Heng quickly turned away as soon as the sneeze rang through him. And suddenly Caelus realized that he wasn’t dying. In the traditional sense, anyway.

“Oh,” he said.

“What?” Dan Heng replied, turning back like nothing had happened at all.

“Uh, you’re sick?” Caelus stated, because it was obvious. After the evidence, anyway.

“I’m not,” Dan Heng immediately denied, turning his head away with arms crossed.

“Uh-huh.” Caelus’ eyes lidded disbelievingly, he had a small smirk on his face. “So why’re you still working, huh? To convince us that you’re not sick? Or to convince yourself? Because, just saying, I never would have seen you if I wasn’t already worried you were dying.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Well, I’m definitely not dying.”

“You are sick, though.”

“heH’GXkshu!” 

Dan Heng faced Caelus again after turning away to sneeze, about to protest for a second time. Caelus managed to shut it down before it started again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not sick, and the whole sneezing is just… a coincidence?” He waved his hand absently.

Dan Heng didn’t reply that time. His arguments had been effectively dismantled, and Caelus wasn’t stupid, just nonsensical most of the time.

He sighed, resting his head on an open palm, kept upright by the table. Caelus waited for a moment to see if anything more would be said, but he was met with silence. He took it as permission to carry out his plan.

He reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Dan Heng’s cheek, only to be met with his disapproving stare. “Wrong spot,” he muttered.

“Oh. Right,” Caelus recalled, moving his touch to the man’s forehead instead. He was met with a dry, hot temperature, something that he assumed was probably not good. 

He pulled back, hands on his hips. “Yeah, in my very professional opinion, you should be in bed. Not at a desk.”

“But–”

“Nuh-uh, doctor’s orders, unless you want me to get a literal doctor in here.”

“Caelus–”

“I will call Natasha!” Caelus pulled out his phone, just to make his point entirely clear.

That seemed to shake the last of Dan Heng’s resolve. His shoulders lowered like he had given up all remaining fight. “Fine.”

Caelus smiled, pleased with his victory. “Good. Now, c’mon.” He took Dan Heng’s hand and started dragging him up without another thought.

“Wh- huh? My bed’s right there,” Dan Heng looked down at his blanket and pillow cluelessly, then back up and Caelus as he continued to be pulled away.

“Yeah, that’s not really a sickbed. Or a bed. Or anything other than a poor man’s attempt,” the trailblazer replied. “You need a real bed. A Trailblazer-patented bed, at that.”

Dan Heng sighed. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The only person on this ship more stubborn than you is me.”

That was fairly accurate.

As soon as they had left Dan Heng’s room, its owner soon crumpled down into another sneeze.

“heH’IGHkshu! hih’GXKshih! hh- heh… hih-”

“Stuck?” Caelus wondered, glancing back at his companion. His expression was pained, one eye closed and the other watering. He panted, desperately waiting for the urge to take over once again, but it remained out of reach.

“Here,” the trailblazer spoke, opening the door to his room as the lights flickered on all at once. He dragged Dan Heng along with him. The result was immediate.

“hEH’KGhshu! heH’GKshih! heH- hIH’XGkhuh! huh…”

Dan Heng sighed in relief as the fit finally came to an end. He looked about fifteen shades brighter red, though whether that was from the fever or the embarrassment was anyone’s guess. Caelus, for all the satisfaction being helpful gave him, wasn’t exactly willing to let Dan Heng suffer for his weak fulfillment. 

“Now, to bed with you.” He wrapped an arm around Dan Heng’s shoulders, practically carrying him the rest of the way to bed.

The other man had enough energy to cooperate by the time he was being lied down, allowing Caelus to tuck him in like a child despite his protests. He had to admit that it was comfier than his own room.

Caelus let out a breath, like he was exhausted from a workout. “Okay. Now, sleep.”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t do that on command.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. You almost passed out as soon as we got in here.”

Had he? He must have been more tired than he thought.

“And where will you be sleeping? Sharing a bed with me wouldn’t be smart if I’m ill.”

“Yeah, ‘if,’” Caelus rolled his eyes. Then, he pointed his thumb down towards the ground. “The floor.”

Dan Heng stared for a moment. “...The floor.”

Caelus glanced to the side, then back to his companion. “...Why are you surprised? You do it.”

That couldn’t really be argued. For some reason it just felt inhumane when it came to his friend rather than him. Though that was something he could unpack another day.

“Try not to worry about it, Dan Heng. Maybe worry about yourself, for once. The rest of us are fine.” Caelus gave him a real, genuine and caring smile, before walking off towards what was probably a closet.

It was a bit hard to tell, his vision was starting to fade away, and unconsciousness was pulling at him. It was a little embarrassing to admit how relaxed he felt, in his friend’s room rather than his own.

But it gave him a feeling of safety.

And Caelus’ feeling had gone away too, he realized as he glanced back at Dan Heng’s sleeping form. He still didn’t quite have a name for it. Maybe… a feeling that something was wrong. But not just wrong in general. Something that was wrong with someone he cared about. And that was a feeling he wanted to hold onto.

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Little Hazbin poll you all might appreciate

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H/uskerd/ust interaction doodle I did as a treat for a friend <3

They r so cute,,, but GOD I need to figure out how to draw angels head consistently the shape has always been hard for me to draw for some reason-