I guess you're in London today... || 🥇👑
A/N: May I present: 56k words of R^WRB/F^irstPrince sickfic, as roleplayed over the course of a couple of months between myself (as ar Henners) and the lovely and talented @w1ngxd (as thee AGCD).
It's been sitting burning a hole in both of our Google Docs, and so we hope at least someone else out there gets some sort of a kick out of it! Speaking for myself, I had the most fun ever doing it and getting to know Winged in the process was a real gift. So so proud of what we did here!
Contains: silly little men in unknowingly requited love, long distance yearning, and David the beagle mentions wherever I could possibly cram them in. Also, more pertinently,💗💦 contagion 💦💗
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IM BACK! I’m just thinking about maybe some EvanStan at a convention or something but one of them is sick 👀
I did a convention one recently so maybe during an interview??
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“Are you… feeling okay?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sebastian manages to keep his composure for about three seconds before his face falls. He turns over his shoulder and lets out an exhausted sounding “aiiishoo!!” that leaves him sniffling into his elbow.
Chris sighs and shakes his head. “Come on, let’s go find some tissues.”
***
It only takes five minutes until Sebastian’s shoulders shake with his fourth stifled sneeze of the interview. He really hopes his sneezing is subtle enough that it isn’t noticeable on camera— though for Chris, it’s definitely noticeable.
Chris lays a gentle hand on Seb’s thigh and gives a reassuring squeeze. “Bless you,” he whispers.
Seb sniffles and looks at Chris with tired, teary eyes. “Thanks,” he mouths with an apologetic smile.
Luckily, Mackie had been the one to answer the first couple questions the interviewer had asked them, though both Seb and Chris chuckled and nodded along.
“So,” says the interviewer, transitioning to her next portion of questions. “Tell me more about the filming process. What was it like for all of you this time around?”
Chris decides to answer this one. “Well, it’s sort of different every time…”
But as Chris speaks, Sebastian feels an all too familiar itch prickle in the back of his sinuses. He scrunches his nose a few times in a quick succession to ease the ferocity of the tickle, but it doesn’t do much. Seb’s nostrils flare as the sensation makes its way into the front of his nose. He clamps a hand tightly around his nose and mouth, turning into his shoulder to let out a harsh, unstifle-able sneeze.
“H-h… hngk’xxtshhiew!!”
“Bless you,” Mackie says quietly, giving Sebastian a pat on the back.
“Thank you,” Seb replies, though he knows he isn’t done sneezing. That last sneeze seemed to have merely opened up the floodgates.
Sebastian lifts the collar of his shirt over his nose and once again twists away from the camera. His body shudders with a strong “ahH’TSHoo!” immediately followed by a wetter, sick-sounding “UH’DTSHhhiew!!”
“Bless you!”
“God bless you!”
“Gesundheit.”
Sebastian’s face turns red when all the attention lands on him.
“Ugh, I’m so- oh, thank you- so sorry,” Seb apologizes as a production worker offers him a box of tissues. He immediately holds one to his face and dabs gently at his nostrils, careful not to upset them any further.
“Are you alright?” Asks the interviewer, genuinely concerned.
“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” Sebastian coughs into his fist then clears his throat. “Just got a small cold.”
“This guy’s tough, he can handle some sniffles,” Mackie chimes in, wrapping an arm around Sebastian to give him a good-natured squeeze. “He’s got that Romanian DNA.”
Sebastian chuckles bashfully and looks at his shoes, rubbing the side of his nose out of habit. He senses Chris’ concerned gaze from his peripheral vision as he absentmindedly fiddles with the used tissues, waiting for the attention to be directed elsewhere.
***
“Is the tea too hot?”
“Ndo, it’s perfect. Tha’gk you.”
Chris nods then takes his seat on the couch right next to a pale and blanket-wrapped Sebastian. Tissues, cough drops, cold medicine and mugs of all sorts take up the majority of the coffee table in front of them.
“Let me know if it gets cold, though. I can add more hot water,” Chris says, making Seb chuckle and consequently dissolve into a small coughing fit.
Once Sebastian catches his breath, he turns to Chris with a fond smile. “You’re being fussy.”
“Your nose is running,” Chris deflects, grabbing the tissue box from the table.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and takes a couple tissues to wipe his nose. He can’t help but wince at the soreness of his raw, red nose. He also can’t help but give in to the sneezes that come over him so suddenly.
“heh-GHXTShhh! hih’gdtSHHuhh!! Oh, sddfff!”
Chris doesn’t waste a second before handing over a few more tissues.
“Here, Seb. Blow.”
Sebastian does as told, sounding all squelchy and stuffed up and just flat out sick.
“I hate this,” he groans, his nose taking on an even angrier shade of red.
“I know,” Chris replies. He picks up the mug of tea and nudges it into Seb’s hands. “Drink some tea. Your throat sounds scratchy, babe.”
Sebastian just smiles to himself and obliges, hoping to appease his fussy boyfriend.
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Body Aches Sickfic Prompts🤒😫:
1: Constantly clinging to caretaker because everything hurts, they're miserable, and they don't know what to do with themselves.
2: Crying any time something cold touches their sensitive body.
3: Being extra sensitive to bumping into things, or to rough touch.
4: Just straight up inconsolable crying because they feel bad all over and they're just fed up.
5: Cuddling with caretaker in a warm shower/bath.
6: Being fed pain meds by caretaker.
7: Whining while getting a massage from caretaker, because even the lightest touch hurts.
8: Curled up in bed, not wanting to move and swaddled in blankets.
9: Being super uncomfortable on a car ride because every bump is painful.
10: Making a bed for themselves in whatever the warmest room in the house happens to be.
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