Needlessly Long and Dramatic APH Belarus Slander
A/N: Just to clarify, I am NOT at all referring to the REAL COUNTRY of Belarus. The citizens of Belarus are already trying so hard to fight, literally risking their lives, for freedom and national identity. I am not about to ignorantly hold an entire country accountable for what their government and dictator do and have done, especially since people are dying trying to fight for basic human rights.
This is about HETALIAāS Belarus. SPECIFICALLY Hetaliaās Belarus as a PERSON, not as a nation. As I said in one of my first posts, thereās not nearly enough slander of this depiction of Belarus. And when there was, it was for the wrong reasons (āshe gets in between me and my shipsā). This has been festering inside me and I need to let it all out.
And do keep in mind that this is APH Belarus slander. This is my opinion. It's in the title. Don't like it? Then move on. I don't care, I don't wanna hear it.
And if you stayed, I hope you're ready because I'm about to spill my angry guts outšš
Hetaliaās Belarus is a terrible person and a poor, insulting personification of the country.
How?
Let's see, uhā¦
She bullies, deliberately ignores, and is overall a complete cow to her older sister because she falsely assumes that Russia wants to marry her instead.
Is needlessly hostile and rude to everyone, regardless if they mean well.
Threatens and curses people who disagree with, or even question, Russia because "how dare they have an opinion".
Gets angry when Russia talks to anyone who isn't her, regardless if itās for professional reasons.
One of the (many, many, many) reasons why Russia doesnāt have any friends is because she scares people off just to have him all to herself.
Blames other people (especially her sister) for Russia's constant avoidance of her rather than reflecting on her own behavior.
Is weirdly contradictory. Sheās been shown actively stalking seeking out recruits to ābecome oneā with Russia but gets all ornery and pissy when said recruits are close to him (like, what did you expect??).
Makes Russiaās life more of a living Hell and even curses him when he outright tells her ānoā.
Throws violent temper tantrums when things donāt go her way and destroys things.
Has deluded herself into thinking that Russia does want to marry her and dismisses his fearful reactions as stubbornness/āTsundere behaviorā.
Is completely on board with Russiaās desire to take over the world (which she misinterprets as "turn everyone into big brotherās slaves" rather than Russiaās real intentions [as fucked up and naive as they are], "being friends with everyone").
Has been bullying Lithuania since childhood even though he loves her and has repeatedly broken his fingers and legs.
Has been implied to have done questionable things to the Baltics ("Today, I played around with___. Itās interesting to see what expressions he makes when I do such things to him").
Isnāt above hurting animals. Got into a fight with a cat simply because it was āin big brotherās wayā.
Has done an impression of the stereotypical "ImÅto-chan trope" in an attempt to "persuade" her brother into marriage (I know it's minuscule compared to what I've already mentioned, but the fact that she just blatantly assumes that Russia is the kind of person who would be into that is just...ew).
Held Liechtenstein in a chokehold when asked to interact with her.
Actually likes her authoritarian jackass of a boss and has made a fansite of him (the only other person sheās done this for is Russia, which is saying a lot).
Silent calls people out of spite.
Has stolen, smelled, and worn her brother's underwear on her head as a nightcap.
Takes invasive photos of Russia without his knowledge or consent.
Constantly ruins and/or breaks down Russia's doors.
Leaves scratch marks on Russia's property as a hobby.
Has indecent, sexual fantasies about her brother.
Has used physical force on Russia (ie. crushing his arm) to get him to marry her and showed zero remorse over hurting him.
Has an entire Hetastagram (Instagram) account called āDaily Big Brotherā, where she praises, stalks, and publicly posts photos of Russia online without his consent (and Iām willing to bet that some of them were the suggestive ones I mentioned earlier).
Overall, not a good person. A brat, even.
Belarus is one of those characters that I adore aesthetically. I love her design (have you seen her in a ponytail?), I occasionally do voice impressions of her for fun and Iām always ecstatic when I discover canon information about her. Hell, I have an entire document dedicated to canon descriptions of her physical appearance just to cosplay her (Iāve been wanting to cosplay Bela for a very long time).
But at the same time I know for a fact that, if I knew her in real life, I would absolutely hate her guts.
I already don't like her as a person, and I know I said this is about her personality specifically, but I especially don't like her as a personification of a country that's already been going through hell just to keep its independence (and it's even more gross and insulting in real life knowing that it's Russia that's out to take away Belarus' national autonomy).
Belarus' obsession with Russia does influence most of her bad traits. He's not, by any means, a good influence.
However, she fails to recognize his many fatal faults and misinterprets what he wants as malicious world domination and enslavement, which she's concerningly more than happy to indulge.
She sees Russia as this idealized, flanderized version of himself. She sees him as something to praise and revere, as this brooding, merciless god-on-earth who's righteous in every way. To put it into perspective, the way she sees Russia is very similar to how the fandom saw him during the 2010s and sometimes still sees him today.
She doesn't really know her brother or even see him as his own person. Sure, she can name every location he's ever been to, is obnoxiously protective of him, and knows his pinky toe turns red when he's embarrassed, but she doesn't know who he is as a person. His likes, dislikes, what he wants, and especially, what he doesn't want. She likes the idea of him and just makes assumptions from there without any input or consent.
Belarus won't acknowledge it, but to her, Russia is essentially a doll. Just a target. An object to keep, project, and force her affection onto.
And this isn't the same as Russia doing harmful things out of a lack of understanding of how the world works. This isn't the same as Russia being cognitively unaware of everyone's fear of him.
No. Bela knows exactly what sheās doing. She knows better than to be doing what sheās doing. But she indulges anyway simply because she lacks impulse control. And from the looks of it, it's deliberate.
And the worst part about all this? Sheās never been held accountable for her actions. Not once does someone reprimand her or call her out for her shitty behavior and, if anything, itās enabled.
Russia can't bring himself to tell her off or get rid of her (out of both familial love and fear), which only makes matters worse since Bela's fanatical dumbass will only assume that his lack of action means that he approves of her behavior.
But it's not like what Russia does matters anyway because if he even tries to put her down (gently or otherwise) and behaves outside of her idealized version of him, she'll just throw a shit fit and make him more miserable. He's forever stuck in this vicious cycle until he's drained from her antics and finally gives in to what she wants.
And the reason(s) why other people let her get away with the shit she pulls is because:
They're also scared of her.
Sheās a female nation, and no one tells female nations what to do.
"Sheās just so cute!ā (PrettyPrivilegeā¢ļø).
The closest thing sheās ever gotten to a āreality checkā was in that 2011 Halloween comic. When Denmark casually brushes off her usual attempts at intimidation.
And laughs to her face for even trying in the first place.
(Denmark, youāre wonderful, donāt ever change)
Belarus is implied to be lonely and has had a rough upbringing like her siblings, leaving her with a pessimistic view of life and relationships. She's tried to break away from Russia once (I imagine her bosses at the time forced her to) and lived with America, who also got tired of her antics and tried to get rid of her as well. This would explain a lot of her obsessive, co-dependent behavior and, by all accounts, is enough to garner some form of sympathy.
However, the reason why Bela is lonely is that she's actively choosing to cling to one person. She pushes all of her projections and issues onto Russia, further isolating him while not giving a single flying fuck over how her actions affect him and those around her.
And even when there are other people who love and care about her unconditionally (for some reason), sheās dismissive and a complete bitch to them. She takes those relationships for granted and only ever indulges them if it serves some sort of benefit to her (usually as a means of getting closer to Russia).
As if the fact that she's indulging in incestuous fantasies isn't bad enough, she's making active attempts to make them a reality and giving no regard over how her target feels. She takes time out of her day to intentionally hurt others who dare to disagree. The fact that there are other people who care about her and want her to be happy means nothing to her. It's painfully frustrating to watch.
Even traits that should be positive (strength and passion) are manifested in negative ways. She's been noted to be talented and has so much potential. But instead, she chooses to waste said potential in favor of being...this.
So long story short, Belarus is the kind of person who will never be happy. Regardless if she magically gets what she wants in the end.
I've said this before and I'll say it again: I absolutely love it when the fandom goes the extra mile to expand on her character. She's shrouded in mystery and could have at least one positive trait for all we know (unfortunately, that reveal's not gonna happen anytime soon).
I typically don't care for headcanons and this is one of the few exceptions. It's a breath of fresh air to see different interpretations of her character.
Man, Belarus. You bring out the worst in people.
And you're not putting in any effort to change that. To be a better version of yourself. Have you any self-respect?
So you must be happy with where you are. And if that's the case, then why should I, or anyone, feel bad?
I guess I see why I should be sorry for you, but I also see no point in wasting sympathy on someone who's content with being a shitty person.
Don't go out of your way to be a petty asshole and this wouldn't happenš¤
So yeah, Hetaliaās Belarus is not just a terrible person, but a poor, insulting personification of the country.
Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.
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Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 š„ŗ (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario š
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I admire your honesty lmao. So. Here ya go:
āGen. Reader (but tbh, *you're* a very minor part of this). Child is not named or gendered, either, and can easily be read as adopted instead of bio (with cheeky little hints geared toward this). Fluff(ish).
āI'm not really sure if this constitutes as cute but I wanted to try and write something that was extremely vague but also incredibly...not vague. Transparent, almost. This is that. A thought experiment. Enjoy.
On the surface, the package isn't anything special. Nondescript beige. Square. It's a bit beat up from its journey, bruised and dented like most boxes shipped halfway across the world tend to be, and much too light to be a care pack.Ā
He sits in his assigned cot with a heavy sigh that creaks through aching bones and tender muscles, eyes already half mast from a day staring at sand dunes and trying to divine answers in gunpowder, reading bullets like tea leaves. Sleep isn't beckoning, it's screaming. Howling loud in his ears and knocking all his thoughts asunder.Ā
He has half a mind to tuck the box aside, lay down with his boots still on, and sleep until it doesn't make his head split at the seams to keep his eyes open. It's needed, too. They head out tomorrow. Sure, firm, and bound in brass. An unavoidable calamity as they chase shadows with grasping hands, fingers always a hair too short to reach. He might, yet, he thinks, but the box is nearly weightless in his hands, and despite its featherlight heft in his lap, it calls to him.Ā
If he waits, it'll never leave the sanctity of this safe house. It'll get lost in the shuffle. In the tumult tomorrow morning, a breath before dawn, will surely bring.Ā
So, he opens it.Ā
Clumsy fingers, numbed from curling around the butt of a gun all day, paw at the tape until it unravels in a messy cluster, sticking to the palm of his hand. He presses it to the side before slipping his fingers through the flaps.Ā
It might be a letter asking for a divorce. He thinks about laughing, maybe, but the humour is bereft of reprieve.Ā
You'd hit him, he thinks. Smack him upside the head for the very thought.Ā
(Maybe dislodge the monsters in there, too.)
But when he peels back the lips, and peers inside, it isn't a letter. It's a bear.Ā Ā
Pocket sized, he remembers saying. A negotiation tactic in the middle of a toy aisle to keep the tears from flooding over a glistening lash line. It was as effective as he expected it to be, but the compromise, however shaky, was reinforced with the promise of McDonald's if they didn't cause a scene in the middle of the shops. Sniffles meet his ears still, but they slow, considering the offer. Head tilts adorably to the side (ladies in the aisle over coo). Then, sticky, wet fingers slapped his palm. Deal made. Done.Ā
Done.Ā
The bartering toolāa subpar toy for less than twenty dollars in lieu of a roaring dinosaur that was nearly seventy (Jesus fuckin' Christ)ābecomes a reluctant ally against a set of imagined enemies, and then trusted friend. A companion, one carried everywhereāthe bath, school, bedāand its loved state is shown through its disarray. Carried in patches of scant fur, in a nose that lost its glossy shine from too many kisses at night and in the morning, and just because ("because he's cute and he needs a kiss!"), and from rips and tears, and clumped cotton when it was hung to dry lopsidedly after spending a day at the beach. It's in the missing button on the little dungarees it wears, and the loose threads that split the seams.Ā
It's just a bear, butā
"If anything happens to Mr Bear, I will die, dad!"Ā
Little feet pounding the pavement, frantically searching for the fallen friend who slipped from the basket after a walk to the park. Eyes wide, wild, and filled with tears. Head swivelling in all directions.Ā
"Why will you die, exactly?" He hedges, brows drawing taut. He's not versed in this well enough to know if this is alarming yet. Maybe. He thinks it might be, has a nagging suspicion that it is, but you offer a shrug in response, and he's calmed a bit by your nonreaction. Normal, then, he thinks, and turns back the way they came, peering at the grass for any signs of an ugly little bear.Ā
"Because!" It's snapped in that waspish huff only children can musterāthe one that says, duh! despite the absurdity of it all. "We share a heart. That's what mum says. And if a cat got him and he's all chewed up, andā"
You have the wherewithal to be a little bit sheepish when he turns to you, mouthing the words back.Ā
"It wasā," you start, shrugging. A touch embarrassed. A little flustered. It suits you, he finds. You wear it like an endearing garment. "It was just a joke, but kids take everything so literally, and so nowā"
"Mind, body, heart, and soul!"Ā
More little stomps. A pout forms. Wobbles. He bends down before the tears fall, gentle as he thinks he can be (and gentler some, because if parenthood has taught him anything, it's that his patience for a little being that picked him, that looked at him and said, you, you, you; I want you, is infinite) he places his hands on trembling shoulders, and tries to soothe the pain that etches in glossy eyes. Hand bearish and uncertain, but quivering from holding back, from offering nothing in this moment except liquid adoration and unfettered devotion. He feels it writ across the lines in his face.
"It's alright," he gruffs, and then hides a wince when the boney, fragile shoulders beneath his hands tense, shake. Soft as smoke, he adds: "we'll find the bastardā"
"Ahem!"Ā
"āthe bear."
A sniffle. "His name is Mister Bear and I love him to the moon and back."
It melts him in ways he never expected. Unthaws tundric parts of himself he thought were lost to permafrost; empty and void of life. It cracks, shatters. He moves, tugging the little body wracked with sobs tight to his chest as if he means to tuck them between his rib cage where they'll stay, a little bird safe and sound and untouched by the uglier parts of the world that wants to maim and hurt. Gentle shushes fall from his lips. Clumsy affection he doesn't know how to give but will learn if it means he can whisper the same wordsāto the moon and backāuntil his throat rots and his words turn to ash. Until his bones are brittle and weary, and the earth reclaims his life.Ā
He says them, then, stilted and unsure, but firm. Heavy.Ā
"Love you, little bird," he rasps, lips pressing tight to a plump cheek. "Now let's find that Bastarā" ahem! "ābear. That bear. Okay?"
The bastard was in a pile of rubbish by the side of the road. His ear was lost to the many washes he went through to rid the stench of trash and cat piss from his fur.Ā
You'd scrubbed the bear in the sink before, it's little dungarees hung up to dry in the garden. He startled you, then, when his hands wrapped around your middle, tugging you tight to his chest. Your ring caught, cutting a clean stripe through the one beady it had left.Ā
He paid it little mind at the time, too busy nipping the nape of your neck as you offered weak protests that fell apart when you arched into him. Pretty and wanting.Ā
"Maybe another?" He'd rasped into your ear, eyes drifting down to the ugly, sodden bear in the sink. "Call up the stork and have one delivered tomorrow, mm?"
"You're ridiculous," you huffed but it wasn't no.Ā
And it wasn't meant to be, either. He was called away three days later, the words murmured out while you stitched up the misshapen mess of a teddy bear in the living room. Patient to a fault, you'd simply smiled at him, taut and painful around the edges, and said, be safe.Ā
The announcement of his departure wasn't nearly as smooth, though. A tantrum, fraught with heavy sobs and howled no's seemed to threaten to topple the house down over them all.Ā
But you'd spoken words he couldn't hear, and moon-shaped eyes turned to him, fogged over with tears. There was acceptance buried in the webbing nebula, but it was shaky. Tenuous.Ā
Childish hands hold him tight before he leaves. "Mr Bear always keeps me safe.
The sentiment was overlooked at the time. A passing murmur that was lost in the shuffle of packing, leaving. Kisses and whispered worries in the middle of the night.Ā
But he thinks about it now, and tries not to laugh.Ā
At the bottom of the box is a note. He'll keep you safe, too! Love you to the moon and back.
He tucks the bear into his breast pocket where it'll be the safest on this journey, and wonders what you thought about the whole mess. It makes his lips curl.Ā
Halfway across the world, and they still make him smile.Ā
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The Gathering
A group Non-Canon Fic (LONG!)
Ft: Alistar, Remi, Biziil, Rexar, Kriia and Meeko
ā ļøContent Warningā ļø
Contagion, Uhā¦germ rolling?, Teasing, Fluff
Description: The Anti-Christ has been up to his usual antics, but now heās craving something new. He wants excitement. He goes looking for it, and it coincidentally enough, seems to work outā¦or does it?
Snz Color Key:
Alistar
Remi
Rexar
Kriia
Biz
Meeko
Authorās Notes: Hey Guys! A little bird has told me they want some Al sneeze and Iāve decided to make it happen! Also bare with me on the cover art, Geez is busy and Iām impatient so I just snipped the teaser for now š
I donāt wanna talk about it š„² š anyway! Enjoy!
Alistar has gotten bored of soul collecting, and life ruining. He needs something new. Heās been on earth for a few years now, and heās expanded his horizons a few ways, by making friends. Kind of. If you could call half of them that. Whoās he kidding, they all secretly love him. However, he was feeling, melancholy, bored, missing something. He had watched so many of his mates come down with colds and messy sneezing afflictions. He wanted that. What did it feel like? To be out of control of your bodily functions? He only felt like he had met that feeling in sex, when he reaches orgasm and that electric shock tingles through every cell in your body. He had to imagine it was something like that, but for some reason it brought those afflicted, suffering. It seemed less than suffering to him.
Step one; Find someone sick. Which wasnāt hard to do in a friend group where many are cursed with poor health and immunities. Al sent everyone a text.
āHey Hruā and though some went unanswered, he did get one back from the little mutt.
āBringing some cold medicine by Leeās, Remi is sick again, why?ā the demon snickered. No wonder he didnāt hear from either the cat or wolf. Typical, the man was a walking virus. He knew that would be his best bet. However, getting into their space while Remi is unwellā¦might be a tad more difficult to achieve than he originally planned. Itās fine. The wolf wouldnāt be able to strangle him into a one way ticket to hell, being less than 100% condition. Heāll risk it. Without texting Draeko back, the mutt feeling a bit annoyed that the demon bothered him for no reason. Al got his keys and made his way to the Conderson House.
Parking in the driveway, he had stopped at the store with all kinds of different goodies he could use to charm the two, less than friendly, acquaintances of his. He got out of his car with the bag of care items in one clutched fist, he approached the front door, knocking for once. Maybe it would make them feel a bit less apprehensive sending him away. Shortly, the door opened and there standing was the freckled face cat.
āAlistar?ā He asked confused, raising an eyebrow as he looked the demon up and down, taking note of the bag in his hands. āWhat are you doing here?ā It was never usually good when the red head showed up, so Levi was more or less on guard.
āHeard the wolf is sick, thought Iād bring some stuff and help out,ā shrugging his shoulders. Levi narrowed his eyes. This was unlike the other. He didnāt care. He didnāt help. He didnāt nurse. What was his angle?
āWhat do you want?ā The cat asked now with great apprehension.
āWhat??? Why do I have to want something to help out my dear sick friend, Remi? You offend me so,ā smiling to sell the image he was clearly trying to provide. Levi wasnāt buying it even more than he had been previously.
āAl, please, he is not in the mood to deal with any of your clown behavior, you can leave the stuff and go back home,ā the leopard went to reach for the bag of items the demon brought, however, it only left access for the redhead to slip inside.
āI wonāt be long, donāt worry,ā snickering in an almost unnoticeably menacing way. Truthfully, Levi was just too busy closing the door and trying to brace himself for the irritation that was soon to be fogging up the entire house. Al stepped into the bedroom where Remi was splayed across the bed in only a pair of boxers. Sniffling and loosely wiping his arm across his reddened and chapped nostrils. āNnnnā¦ā the wolf groaned as he rubbed his nose in hard circles soft clicks echoing off his face.
āHey buddy, you look like shit!ā The demon chuckled as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor at the wolfās bedside. Speaking of, his pale green eyes shot open and immediately looked to the intruder.
āWhat the actual fuck are you doing here?ā He growled low in his sore throat trying to avoid coughing through the angry response. Alistar stood back, giving a performance of offense as he touched his chest with his open palm.
āIs that ANY WAY to treat your friend?? I brought you supplies! Snacks! Drugs! Wellā¦the boring oneā¦ I brought you edibles!ā He now gestured to all the things he had just previously dumped onto the floor.
āGreat, now leave,ā followed with a rough, hoarse cough that ripped through the manās already pained throat. It felt like daggers going in and out his esophagus every time. He groaned lowly, his face twisting, nose clenching and scrunching as he was trying to stifle in the prickling tickles that threatened to over power the conversation with each flex of his jaw.
Al stood a bit closer immediately trying to waft the sprayed contagion that entered the air as the larger black haired man had expelled his coughs into open air.
āStop that, freak,ā Remi glared harder at the strange demon as he wiped his mouth. Alistar more or less ignored the statement as he collected the balled up tissues sprawled about the space within the bedroom. āWhat the fuck are you -hdāISCHhh, hh'IETSHāUE!ā¦!?ā The wolf tried defensively sitting up, but exploded into a loud powerful series of sneezes that caused his whole body to tremble, his hands trembling, bringing them to his face in a panic. Trying to cover himself, hating that the demon was here to see him like this.
āIām just cleaning! Uncle fuckinā Christ, man, worry about that illness of yours,ā the red head shook his head slowly, almost with joking solemness followed by a humored chuckle. Remi sighed deeply throwing his head back against the headboard to fight between his deteriorating health and the obnoxiously strange demon collecting his trash.
āLeeeeeave!ā He groaned snatching up Leviās pillow and hucking it over violently at the quick moving demon. Who eventually threw his hands up in defense.
āCan you do that again though? One more time?ā He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before another pillow was thrown directly into his face with a PFFD! It then fell to the floor with an almost silent thud. āOkay! Okay! Iām leaving! Shit!ā Mumbling as he snatched up his now refilled bag of used goods and shuffled with haste out through the bedroom door. Levi stood in the living room, looking at Alistar with an apprehensive gaze. āSomeone is a sore anal cavity today,ā the red head chuckled as he shot a wink toward the cat. Whom in turn rolled his bright ceruleans.
āYou want me to take that bag of yuck?ā Already starting to reach forward in Alās direction, but was quickly met with retaliation, the demon recoiled from Leviās grasp.
āNo! Uhā¦I got itā¦sāfine!ā Chuckling nervously, he scratched the back of his neck before awkwardly shuffling his way now to the front door. āThanks for letting me stop by!ā Waving frantically before he disappeared altogether and began racing his way to his car.
Levi, inside, walked toward the bedroom and looked out the large window that overlooked their property. Remi sat up now as well. āWhy did he take all that trashā¦?ā The wolf asked with confusion as he sniffled loudly, rubbing his nose with a new piece of the throw away cloth.
āNo ideaā¦ā the leopard muttered back but continued to watch through the window, while Al scrambled into his car, and proceeded to dump the bagās contents over his head. Grabbing handfuls of the used trash and rubbing it across his face. Levi looked over at Remi, who too was watching and they equally shared a silent, but confused gaze.
Alistar on the other hand was now stuffing tissues in his nose, huffing them through his open mouth, and just overall being a gross menace. Once he felt that he was satisfyingly submerged in germs and ick, he started up his car and headed home, leaving the two stunned silent and with millions of unanswered questions.
The Next Day
Alistar woke up with a pounding headache, his body hot, sticky, like heād been sitting in a sauna. He sat up and pressed his palm to his forehead. āDear Grandpa Godā¦.what the actual fuckā¦ā groaning lowly in his newly sore throat. This was an experience he had never felt in his entire existence. His entire body was stiff, almost entirely impossible to move. Managing to muster any strength within his aching bones, Al came to a stand and slowly stumbled his way into the bathroom, flicking the light on and met face to face with a gruesome reflection. āOh, Unholy shitā¦ I look worse than I feel,ā he mustered up a sore chuckle before it followed with a hacking cough. āAck!ā He cleared his throat, trying to fight over the uncontrollable urges building within his now awakened body.
Though most would find this current state of being completely de habilitating and check out for the next few days, Al was fueled by the aching that throbbed behind the cells of his vessel. Suddenly, an entirely new, foreign feeling started to prickle at the inside of his nostrils, trailing down his throat. He swallowed once, and twitched his pierced nose back and forth. Nothing would soothe and he found himself squinting under the harshness of the bathroom lighting. āHāhā¦ā he stuttered, his breath catching in his throat as he begged to swallow it. āW-Wha-HEhHāeEZSCHhhāiiEW!!ā
It came exploding out of the anti-Christ at lightening speed, he hadnāt time to cover as a mess of saliva came splashing across the bathroom mirror. He sniffled loudly and hung over the sink weakly, each hand on both sides of the counter to hold him up. āFuckā¦ā he gasped with a raspy voice, his eyes leaking and nose starting to drip. āOh shitā¦ā he stumbled around and grabbed a towelette hanging from the little golden ring on the wall. He slid his nose over it and tried to relieve himself of some of the wetness that polluted him as he grinned with bright satisfaction. āSo thatās what thatās likeā¦ā he bit his lower lipā¦interesting. There has to be someone he could play with in this condition.
It took most of whatever strength he had left in him to move himself out the bathroom and through the halls. He searched Draeās room, nothing. Kanaiās room? Also nothing. Living room, kitchenā¦ āSeriously? None of my toys are home?ā He clicked his tongue with irritation as he scanned the small home. āFine, Iāll just find some,ā he grabbed his keys and he was on his way to find some trouble with his new found virus. Who knows what could happen.
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On the other side of town, Alistar found himself quite at a loss. It seemed no one wanted to come near him as he sniveled and sniffed. It seemed that majority of citizens look at him as if he said something offensive, and walk very quickly away. He didnāt understand why no one else wanted to join him with such glorious displeasure of bodily suffering. He snorted a glob of snot from the base of his sinuses down his throat to avoid hacking it out. When a flash of familiar white and red hair caught his attention at a near by cafe he happened upon. He looked over, there they were. His friends. Rexar, Biziil, Meeko, Kriia and Remi all at one table. Where were the others? He wondered silently to himself.
āIām tellinā you bro, dude, male hummingbirds are like MAD horny cause they got hella testosterone, I read it online,ā Rex went on and on about the most random of facts that he had recently absorbed, while on another 14 hour acid trip, doom scrolling online.
āNature is so beautiful,ā Biz shook his head with a softened smile still finding the appreciation for the world and how it moves to grow and evolve. Meeko, however, looked over at her boyfriend and giggled almost unable to hold the childish expression written on her face.
āItās something thatās for sureā¦ā the ginger haired girl swung her feet, more or less keeping the inappropriate jokes to herself as she was seated on top of the table itself. Remi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
āNature is weird as fuck, and now I will never unknow that dude hummingbirds are just Perma horny,ā the wolf also shook his head, but almost solemnly, as if this news really, genuinely, sat uncomfortably with him.
āHonestly, good for them,ā Kriia laughed openly, which then gave Meeko the courage to giggle loudly right along side her. The boys shaking their heads with softened smirks at the two immature women.
Slowly, Alistar approached the congregation of friends, blackened hands in his pockets as he came to a halt at the perimeter. āWell Hello there, crew, what arā¦huhā¦HIāHā¦HEhHāeEZSCHhhāiiEW!!ā The demon sneezed outwardly onto the middle of the group, causing them all to recoil quickly and cover their own faces. A fine mist floating amongst them. Al breaking into a fit of coughs now.
āFucking, ew, dude,ā Remi glared hard at the red head scooting his whole chair back at least a foot from the table itself now. āI literally just got better, donāt even look at me with whatever weird, super demon virus you have,ā the wolf looked disgusted, his emerald eyes narrowed and glaring daggers down at the sick cretin.
"Whoa, Al are you sick? I didn't think that was possible!" Meeko looked genuinely shocked, almost curious enough to inspect him closely but deciding it would be best to stay away. Al sniffled and slid his hand lazily over his dripping nose.
"It's fibe, I'm fibe...oh...no, my voide id weird now...." the redhead furrowed his brows.
"Yeah, I think you may need to go home and lay down..." Biz said cautiously, also taking a slow up and down look at the male. "You look terrible,"
"Yeah like a pile of dog shit run over, twice," Rex chuckled sparking up a joint with the snap of his index and thumb. "But if you manage to feel better later dude, you should come to my show! I'm spinnin out at the theatre, my family owns the venue so we can get hella rowdy," a cocky, charismatic smirk spread clear across his face, while everyone else's fell. Did he just invite the visibly ill demon to the show? In a small venue? Packed like sardines?
"Dawg...seriously?" Remi looked over at Rex, being the only one brave enough to actually speak up before Al could accept the invitation. Kriia shrugs her shoulders and puts a hand on the wolf's back.
"In his defense, he did say if Al felt better," the redheaded female spoke matter of factly, but still with an air of gentleness to defend her mateās careless action.
"Yeah exactly, thanks babe," he winked at his girlfriend giving her a soft purse of his lips as if to kiss her from afar before taking another long dramatic drag of his jay. Alistar cleared his throat and stood his ground, shaking his head back and forth regardless how lightheaded that action made him feel, he cleared his throat to gain some composure.
"I'm fine! What time tonight? I'll definitely slide through," shrugging off the loving embrace of his illness to convince the rest of them he was actually completely fine. More than half of them, audibly groaned, Biz slapped his palm over his face.
ā8pm sharp, thatās when I go on and rock everyoneās world,ā he chuckled releasing a cloud of smoke in the wake of his excitement. He really just wanted to try and get a huge gathering going, he wanted as many people to see him as possible. He believed music could heal. Even if his music was of special taste.
āI wouldnāt miss it,ā Al smirked as he pulled up a chair only for Biz to stop him, coming full stand and pressing an open palm to the demonās chest.
āGo. Take. Meds. Rest. Youāre not gonna hang around us and give us your disease, youāll give it to my little bug here, and sheāll pass it to our love at home, and then Iām stuck nursing their weak immune systems back to health,ā the two men furrowed their brows at each other, but Biz easily towered the redhead. Al grumbled and stepped back from the chair only for Kriia to speak up.
āAh, come on Bizzy, what if he just stays within 6 feet of little Crickers here,ā Meeko snapped her gaze to look at Kriia. She hated the nickname her brother gave her, she hated it worse when his friends used it. She folded her arms and huffed but remained relatively silent on the matter. Biz now narrowed his grey brows again at the female who put her hands up defensively. āJust trynaā be accommodating my bad,ā snickering at how serious the bear got.
āCome oooon Bizā¦ā Al pleaded with his watery eyes, dripping nose and chapped lips not selling his argument any further.
āNo, go home,ā the silver haired man sat back down in his seat, knowing full well the demon wouldnāt challenge him any further.
āYouāre a dickā¦.Iāll remember this,ā the anti-Christ squinted at the large man, who made eye contact over with Remi.
āAm I a dick, brother?ā The polar bear asked his in law from across the table, who could only return the gaze with a hefty chuckle and shrug of his own large shoulders.
āYou? A dick? Laughable,ā his glowing emeralds moving slowly to gaze at the pouting dragon that could only cross his arms with annoyance and defeat.
āYouāre all gonna be sorry,ā quickly lifting two fingers up to his own Ruby red orbs, and pointing it back out to the group in front of him. āDonāt say I didnāt warn you,ā he tried to smirk, he tried to be his usual catty, elusive and sneaky self but his threats were followed in a violent series of coughs and yet another loud sneeze. āHhāHeSHHāIEW!!ā
āAlright man, well, weāll see you at the show then,ā Rex finally having checked back into the conversation after getting lost in his phone scrolling for a moment. He wasnāt too interested in the mindless squabbles. The rest of them looked at the pyro like heād just farted amongst them. Yet, Alistar turned on his heels and went to lick is contagiously ill wounds.
Later that Nightā¦
Rex was already behind the theatre, getting ready for his performance while the crowd piled in. Stage management making sure the jockey table was set up right. It was definitely a full house, and he probably could have anticipated it, but he was always shocked regardless. Biz, Meeko, and Kriia were all up front, securing their spot while Remi went to grab them drinks. āBear, these shoesā¦are already starting to kill meā¦ā the ginger haired girl complained, the heels she chose to wear out to the event were starting to make her feet throb.
āDo you want to go up on my shoulders, mouse?ā He asked already turning to grab her by her waist.
āHmm,ā she looked down at the floor, trying to gauge the level of sanitation, and figured it couldnāt be that bad. āItās okay, baby, can you just put my shoes in your backpack?ā Already starting to unstrap them to hand over. Biz smiled softly and nodded, reaching out to let her hand them to him before he stuck them in his black Jansport.
āBetter?ā He asked her while she stood there for a bit but as she lifted and stepped her feet a few times, he was met with a look of disgust.
āMmh..ā she sort of muttered uncomfortably trying to hide the fact she was regretting this mistake upon realizing the floor feltā¦.sticky.
āHere, mouse,ā Biz bent down and took off his own captain laced boots, now standing in his socks and handing her his shoes. She grinned at him with a brightness that always brought him straight to his knees. A soft dust of pink fell over his cheeks and nose as he looked at her lovingly.
āThank you, Bear,ā hurriedly she slipped them on and tied them tightly so they wouldnāt slide off. Despite their naturally tight fit, the shoes were significantly bigger, however they worked out way better than the previous solutions.
āAbsolutely, darling,ā he leaned down to kiss her lips with a tenderness, a display that caused the red headed girl next to them to audibly respond.
āYou guys are disgustingly adorable,ā Meeko blushed brightly and grinned clinging tightly to her large partnerās arm. Biziil could only look down at his girl, enthralled by everything she did.
āThanks Krii!ā The orangette giggled before the lights started to go down, and the crowd began to push in. Remi slowly squeezed in from behind the group, shoving people with his knees as his hands were full of drinks.
āHere,ā he grumbled, though it went unheard, the intro music starting to blare through the crowd. The group each took their respective drinks, began to sip on them as they awaited Rex to start his set. Remi slid next to Kriia in the front row, his hands grasping the barricade as the sea of people started to sway around them. The stage lights started to shine and change different colors against the performance area, the stage screen starting to display animated characters flashing to the beat of the music. The jockey table displayed as a matching puzzle piece to the main screen showing. Everyone began to cheer when the screens matched up to Rexās artist logo. Meeko and Kriia both screaming and jumping with excitement. Biz and Remi remained in a stoic stance as they drank their beverages, stealing a glance at each other in response to the reactions of the women. Smirking at one another.
Unbeknownst to them, figuring he hadnāt healed up, Alistar was late to sliding through the entrance and security. He had a few too many items in his pockets against theatre rules. Grumbling angrily between sniffles and rubbing his nose with aggressive fervor, that his weed, pills, vodka flask and switchblade were all confiscated in order to enter. He almost went home. However, it was fine, he still had some stuff, hidden. Heavily bagged eyes scanned through the crowd, finding Biz, the tallest in the building up front with the rest of the crew. āTargets acquired,ā the demon snickered loosely that followed with a loud and obscenely large spray of mess. āHEHHāDZSCHhāiEEW!!ā Offending a few close by fans that became casualty to his sick. He could only audibly āSNNDDFF,ā with a sly, charismatic grin at those he had wronged within the crowded space. Those of them having seen the shit eating expression, rolled their eyes.
Alistar started to move his way through the crowd which wasnāt hard, anyone who gave him an issue, took one good look at him and immediately wanted nothing to do with him. He looked worse than he had earlier in the day, his skin visibly glistening with sweat, darker grey than it had ever been, one eye completely blackened, the other his sclera black and iris still red. A terrifying face to be confronted with in a dark venue for many reasons.
The demon moved fast through the people and up to the back of the crew going relatively unnoticed as Rex came into set and began to raise his hands up, flames shooting from his fingers. āLetās, FUCKING, GO!!!!ā He shouted before launching into his first song as the music blared wildly, and bodies began to collide and crash together, Al took his opportunity. He hovered behind Biz and Meeko at first, the two were glued together and managing to get pickled right behind the both of them was honestly better than Al could ask for. He focused his darkened eyes and concentrated on the bright lights flickering about that eventually brought back that tickling, and thrilling sensation from moments ago. Oh it was coming, it was going to be a big one, his nose dripping already with anticipation as it hitched up through his sinuses to front and center. āHihāAESSSHHāUE! SHHāUH! TCH-SHIEWW!ā A short series of loud bursts came flying out of his open maw, but between the two sweating and the loud music, it went passed the coupleās ability to hear anything but filthy trap music. His bacterium floating within their spacing, Meeko consuming it within her unknowingly as she gasped to sing what lyrics she knew and the music itself, had. She was bouncing in her place, as Biz tried to cling to her side, his eyes fixated on the moving images on each screen unaware of the illness being spread quickly through both of them.
Despite the sound, and going undetected, both parties did feel the fine mist of saliva that hit their exposed parts of flesh, but thought nothing of it but maybe a spilled drink. Neither turned to notice the demon, nor that he was mouth breathing so openly behind them as the sudden force from the sneezes, lack of oxygen and lights were having an effect on his flesh vessel.
āShitā¦ā he gasped out loud to himself as he held his head in his palm. He could only grin. āYouāre a tough little virus, arenāt you?ā He thought to himself internally. Never mind that his vessel felt weakened, he allowed the dizziness only to fuel his desires. While the first half of the set he hovered over the unsuspecting couple, to make sure they were well marinated. Who knows if his plan would even come to be fruitful, as most times they were hit or miss. Yet, he wouldnāt squander the opportunity to at least make an attempt at his dreams. After all, thatās what being on earth was all about, no?
A few times the demon found himself having to duck behind others, trying to avoid being spotted by Remi when heād leave and return with drink refreshments, which wasnāt terribly hard to do. The wolf wasnāt as entirely clever as Levi in spaces like these and wouldnāt go looking for someone ducked within the space of people in the crowd. His anxiety usually caused him to avoid most things. Something the demon has noted long ago. Once the coast was clear he just had to maintain a low profile, behind the large raven haired man. Shouldnāt be too hard. Kriia was definitely distracted enough, occasionally flashing Rex during his set. Rex couldnāt really see anyone past Kriia who knew just where to stand to be visible under the lights of his set blinding him. He smirked as he continued to perform. Alās jaw fell open and his eyes watered over, spilling tears down his cheeks. His body prickled in goosebumps while a sharp gasp was the last thing he could control before he sneezed again, āHihāAESSSHHāue!!ā just to the side of the woman, unnoticeably, another cloud of speckled spit ghosted through the atmosphere. Alistar sniffled, wiping his nose across his arm.
Remi was however, side eyeing the crowd, and had been, three drinks in he started to notice the swift flashes of red butā¦thatās Kriia? Right? On occasion he heard the slight snuffle of a stuffed nose coming from his right ā¦no? His left? It caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, desperate to lose himself in the music like everyone else. Yet, he couldnāt shake this feeling there was something hovering them.
Alistar, ducking back and forth, completely obtuse to the music just trying to keep himself from falling over and also being seen by the ever so observant man. āGod, canāt he ever just chill the fuck out? I just want to get him sick, whatās the big deal? Just enjoy your music, stop worrying about whatās behind you, asshole,ā the demon thought internally in between snuffles and throat ripping coughs. He didnāt need to keep his volume down, the speakers were set close to front row. His actions all drowned out as he continued to skip back and forth between them all. He traced a finger down the center of Meekoās back, and she shuddered, suddenly feeling very cold, almost woozy. She tried shaking it off, the feeling of a light touch caused her to stir, however she could only assume it was Bizzy just being affectionate. She pushed closer into the large man who wound up enveloping her, as the ginger haired woman now stood in front of the large bear man.
āBuzzkill,ā Alistar thought as his access to the small woman was blocked. Itās fine, it would all be fine this was only the beginning. The set was coming to a close, Rex announcing he had two songs left. That meanāt the anti-Christ only had a few moments before theyād all meet up back stage in the dressing room. Biz sniffled, not really noticing the sudden feeling inside his nose, and Meeko the same. Kriia was feeling hotter than she normally would at a show, but Remi, he was the only one seemingly fine as he downed a 4th drink.
The demon just couldnāt get a proper in on the wolf, anytime he would get close, the large man just knew something was beside him. How was he going toā¦.oooh he knew how. Pulling out of his sock was a single muscle relaxer, it would be enough to keep the larger from getting too violent. Donāt ask why the demon consistently carried different types of drugs on him. He just did. He crouched silently trying to stifle his sneezes and coughs, his focus completely on taking the large male off guard. He just needed him to look away from the drink for a second.
As Rex announced his last song, Remi finally decided maybe he would cut loose, they got this far into the set with no issues, why would there be any now? His drink hand lowered at his side while he rocked his head back and forth, eyes closed shut as he absorbed the music. This was his entrance, Al quickly lurched forward and dropped the pill into Remiās awaiting beverage, it dissolved quickly mixing within the substance undetected, Al slid back and disappeared to the other side now. The lights continued to flash crazy, and the crowd pushed up against each other, Remi quickly lifting his drink to save it from spilling. Scoffing before deciding to just chug the rest and call it a night, tossing the cup onto the already dirty floor.
Alistar snickered with a lose and flemmy cough to follow. He decided to slide his way through the crowd and to the side of the audience, closest to where theyād be going to meet Rex in the back. He wanted to see all their faces when they realize heād been in the sea of people with them. His irritated nose was still sopping and full, it throbbed on his face and he tried to desperately rub at it to soothe the irritating sting. āNot now, nosey! We have to save it! We have important plans for these germsā¦.ā As he spoke, he was just out of range of speakers to be heard by a stranger. Who he looked over to make eye contact with. He stared at the human, that blinked with confusion toward him. Alistar blinked his own crimson eyes as they stood in awkward silence.
āForget I said anything,ā his Ruby orbs now glowing brightly as the stranger now looked to have seen a ghost, but after a few moments, he blinked and looked around himself.
āHey bro, you seen the merch table?ā Suddenly asking the demon, whoās eyes had stopped shining at this point.
āOver there,ā pointing a slender finger in the opposite direction to earn a nod and a lift of the other manās index and middle to fashion a peace sign.
āThanks bro,ā seemingly forgetting about the sickly plotting Alistar had been doing just moments before. As the stranger made his journey away from Al, the red head waited patiently while the set came to an end and people started to clear out.
āItās time,ā Al snickered, moving his spindly legs through the venue and into the back area where he would meet a very sweaty and exhausted Rex, already sparking a joint as he walked down the stage stairs.
āDuuuuude! You made it!ā Rex slapped the demon on his shoulder and grinned, taking a long hit off his joint and blowing it within the space between them, shoveling them both into the dressing room.
āI did indeed, friend, it was a very good show, energetic,ā smirking to himself as he looked around the room to partake in any free refreshments. Only finding a buffet of different energy drinks, alcohols, mixers and candy. The redhead blinked but turned around to meet Rex face to face, almost startling him. āOhā¦ā
āHey thanks!! You feelin any better dawg? You still look pretty shit,ā noticing that Alās scleras eyes were now entirely black, large purple bags floating under his eyes.
āNah, but I wasnāt going to miss the first home show, come on now,ā winking towards the pyro before a tight breath caught in his throat. āI-Uh..HhāHhEhhā¦ā at this same moment Alistar struggled to keep his secret sauce contained, Biz, Meeko, Kriia and Remi all came walking in. And the second Meeko toddled herself inside, and the door closed behind her? āHEHāEZSCHhāIEW!ā And almost like a bomb was set off in the room, everyone else started to realize just how poorly they were starting to feel, Remi catching a face full of Alās release. Immediately the wolf closes his eyes and brings his arm up to defend himself as a reflex, but itās already too late.
āFucking SICK, dude, why are you even HERE?? I should beatā¦ā but as the raven haired male raised his fist to sock the shit eating grin right off Alās smug face, his arm collapsed and he found himself much weaker, like all his muscles were asleep. He furrowed his brows. āWhat the fuck?ā
There was a click on the other side of the door, Kanai locking the only way in and out of that room , from the outside, sitting on the floor. āOkay Donnie, doorās locked,ā Biz turned around quickly to shoot a look at the door and then back at Al.
āAlistar, what are you doing?ā His voice suddenly very stern, Meeko gripped the large manās arm and buried her fevering face into it.
āHnnnā¦ā Bizās eye twitched as he heard his girlfriend groan in discomfort, he knew that sound, he narrowed his eyes tighter.
āHey, you all made ME feel like YOU GUYSā¦Snndfffā¦DONT WANT ME AROUND!ā Swiping the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. āI donātā¦Hhāā¦ā
āPlease cover your mouth, Al,ā Biz sighed shaking his head, palm on his forehead as he tried to massage the incoming headache.
āHāHEHhāDZSCHhāUE!!!! PssffF-TSCH!!ā His nose twitched and stretched as his mouth opened and fumbled against his sneeze. Bottom lip dripping as he drooled slightly, almost kind of regretting the fact he left home, cause a blowjob from his bestie sounds almost as good as this whole, revenge plan.
āhAGHāSHHHEUhh!ā Now Biz was sneezing, like a sudden oncoming train it just smacked right into him. He looked almost completely bewildered. āSo because we wanted you toā¦ā he crunched his nose, wiggling it in tight circles to shove away, and scratch that building, insufferable, terrible itch. His whole body feeling hot. āWe wanted you to stay home cause youāre SICK Alistar, not because we donāt LIKE you,ā
āI donāt like you,ā Remi admitted proudly with our hesitation. Biz sighed, trying to keep his train of thought.
āā¦.Point BEING, Most of us here donāt have any issues with you, Al, genuinely, we just didnāt also want to get sickā¦ and nowā¦ā he paused, the room starting to feel much faster now as everything spun around him, making it difficult to keep speaking.
āEhāKSSHOO!!ā Meeko sneezed into the side of her large, clammy boyfriend, he shuddered, blushing as he heard the loud squeak of his sweet Princess.
āOh, Darlingā¦ā he looked down at her and wiped his index under her leaking nose to clear it from her softened face. Wiping his hands on his pants only to return the palm to her burning cheek.
āN-no itās okay I-Iām Fibeā¦ā sniffling weakly trying to push the attention away from her.
āLook it, Al! Youāve gotten us sick!ā Kriia shouted feeling empathetic toward the suffering couple to her left.
āThis doesnāt explain why I canāt lift my fucking arms to make him go lights out!ā Now Remi chuffed in, angry and ready to head butt the demon if he so had to. Bite his flesh off bit by bit. He didnāt care.
āI may have slipped you something in the crowdā¦.ā The red head shrunk a few sizes as he could feel the incoming heat was about to face.
āWHAT?!ā The wolf exploded with rage almost completely ready to do whatever means necessary.
āLook, maybe I was being a liiiiittttleee irrationalā¦but canāt we just enjoy this? I donāt know if you all noticedā¦.but I think we can all agree, this is going to be a good timeā¦.ā Al lifted his hands up in defense, slowly, inching his way behind Biziil to keep the irate man from riping him to shreds with his teeth. Though, he raised a single red eye brow to further insinuate the cheeky pleasure of sin.
āYeah assumingā¦Rex doesnāt set the place on fire and I donāt throw up because MY SISTER AND BROTHER IN LAW ARE TWO OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM,ā the black haired male still yelled though each time he spoke with such force, it was taking more and more out of him, and the virus only worked through his blood faster.
āOkay well, itās fun for me, I just thought If I could paint the illusion that itās a benefit for you, we could move on from this conversation,ā Al shrugged his shoulders still perched behind the large polar bear man.
āIām going to kill him,ā Remi narrowed his eyes and looked up at Biziil this time.
āYou canāt keep killing him,ā the larger shook his head.
āBut it feels goodā¦regardless,ā now looking away like a kicked puppy, he mumbled loosely.
āOkay, look, Iāll just have Kanai open the door, itāll be fineā¦.NAI, LET EM OUT,ā he grumbled almost, while still speaking loudly enough for the hell hound to hear. Yet, there was no sound to be heardā¦silence.
Unknown to all of them, Kanai had barricaded the door, making sure it was secure just as Alistar instructed of him. However, Al did not say he could not explore the theatreā¦and there was so much to learn about human entertainment! He couldnāt resist taking a peak around.
āIs he ā¦okay?ā Kriia asked quietly , her own features flushed, her eyes lowered not just cause sheād been sharing a joint with Rex as they watched all this unfold, but she was not feeling very well, whatsoever.
āā¦Nai?!ā Al called out again now sweating from illness AND nerves because the longer the silence went the closer Remi inched toward the demon. In turn, Al would step two inches away every time he did. āOkayā¦soā¦we might be trapped here for a bitā¦ā
āBiz, are you SURE I canāt kill him???ā Out stretching his arms to try and strangle the panicking red head.
āIām sure, too many consequencesā¦youāll have to hear from Drae,ā Remi shuddered at this realization. He would. Drae chastised him every time he sent the demon back to which he came. All because that one time he didnāt come back. Whatever. The wolf sighed and rolled his eyes, lowered his arms and the began sitting on one of the couches provided.
āGuess we just have to wait for idiot #2 to come back,ā he finally spoke, allowing the fire to calm into a fizzling steam within him.
āHey, thatās my idi-ā¦.Hhhāā¦ā Alistar went to interject but found himself struggling to get it out.
āOh for fucks sake can you just close your mouth!ā Remi shouted tossing a nearby coaster at the anti-christ. It missed him just by an instance as the demon lurched forward and dodged it by blowing out.
āHIHāAESSSHāUE!ā He sneezed loudly, directly across him, toward the pyro, without much conscious thought to it, truthfully.
āOh, godā¦ā Rex wiped off his face as the spray hit him directly in the mouth. Kriia smirked, reaching over to wipe it off with her loving thumb.
āJust got sneezed on by a Demon, babe, thatās lowkey kind of hotā¦ā the white and red haired male looked over at his girlfriend, matching her grin and shrugging it off.
āGotta try everything at least once,ā now acting as if his intuits response wasnāt genuinely how he felt. However, if Kriia was into it, he was into it.
āI heard that,ā she smirked back at him reaching up to kiss him tenderly. Their arms entangling around one another regardless of the others around them.
āGuysā¦can we be ssā¦H-..HhāRSHHāhiiu!!ā The bear snuffed loudly, taking the tissue Meeko took out of her purse to give him. āThank you, Mouse,ā he mustered that same gentle smile he always gave her.
āNini id godda be do updetā¦ā she sighed shaking her head solemnly, knowing all too well their poor girlfriend was going to be shocked at their current state of health.
āShe isā¦but itāsā¦ahāKESHhhāyiewā¦just is what it isā¦ā he sighed and the small ginger haired woman giggled reaching up with another tissue to dab, and wipe his leaking eyes and then poor reddening and pierced nose. Trying to be careful, and clean the metal as well to keep it from crusting over.
āSāk we take good care ob you baby,ā reaching up to kiss him but she was caught by the sudden storm brewing from within her own sinuses. āHAāAETTCCHHāuh!ā Her spit hitting Biziil directly in the middle of his once cleaned face, now undoubtedly wet again. He blushed brightly, trying to hide the fact he found it undoubtedly adorable of her to do such a thing. He cleared his throat.
āOh! ..Bless youā¦darling,ā Biz quickly started to dab at his face with the tissue he had clasped in his own hand, and then her face as well.
āS-Sorry B-Bearā¦I..ā she started to apologize but was quite swiftly cut off.
āShh..itās quite alright, mouse, itās not your faultā¦itās his,ā he looked over at Al who was ogling perversely at the two, an obvious line of drool falling from the corner of his mouth before he loudly slurked it back up and looked away, clearing his scratchy throat. āStop enjoying this,ā Biz narrowed his gaze.
āI canāt help it! Itās not my fault youāre all relatively sexy and now ā¦afflicted with my demon germsā¦itās wonderful,ā he wiped a single tear from his eye as he felt warm and fuzzy all over.
āHhāhEhTXSSHhhāihā¦iitāshHIEWā¦FUCK!ā Remi cursed loudly as he sneezed despite his best attempts to keep the rest from becoming aware. Too late, stewing in this small room only a few feet from everyone around him sneezing, his own terrible immune system failing him yet again. āHow the fuck did it happen so fast?!ā
āI predict the fact that I am not from hereā¦probably mutated the virusā¦theoreticallyā¦of course,ā the red head shrugged his tired, heavy shoulders.
āheTāCHXOO!!ā Rextar now but instead of a fine mist of saliva, no it was a cloud of flames, everyone quickly jumped back, Kriia only moved slightly to the side, rubbing his back gently. āShiiiitā¦sorry guys..sndfff,ā rubbing his nose on the back of his performance hoodie sleeve.
āYou only mildly scorched the carpet, no biggie, we can pay the damages,ā Kriia shrugged trying to assure her boyfriend that everything was fine, minus the trapped in a room full of sick individuals that canāt stop sneezing, thing. Everyone looked at each other with pitiful sunken eyes, every other sound a sniffle or cough. It was roughly a 300 square ft space, it more or less, didnāt have a whole lot of elbow room. Everyone could be at most, 3 feet away from the other person.
āDude, Iām so going to kick your ass once I have full mobility,ā the wolf groaned, slumping in his chair with his head thrown back, thumb and index pinching the bridge of his nose. The thudding echoed from the center of his head to the rest of his body, he felt miserable, all he wanted was his little leopard, rubbing his head and making him soup. He lifted his head up enough to try and pull out his phone but it was pointless, there wasnāt any service in here. āFuuuuuuck!!!ā He groaned loudly throwing his head back again but the quick motion only forced the itch back up his bridge, and tickling his throat, he bit his lower lip tightly.
Alistar grinned sliding closer to the wolf trying to be quiet but was pulled backed with a tight hand on his wrist. Turning his head he was met with another ice cold stare from Biz.
āNo,ā the demon sighed and stood back again, crossing his arms.
āSit,ā and though everything inside of his aching vessel screamed at him to defy the large Inuit man, he decided against it and simply sat, crossing his arms.
āFine but you canāt stop me fromā¦ā twitching and and stretching his nose with purpose before sticking his blackened index tip against the edges of his nostrils tickling it carelessly. āHhahāAETTTSHHāuh!!! HāETSCHU! HNāCH!ā Loudly, proudly, like he had something to prove, which he did. Despite the fact they all realized he came to the show sick and had spread his germs on to them, and wanted out, they couldnāt. Theyāre stuck here with him. As well as the constant puffs of sickly sprays that shot from his wet lips.
āStooooop!ā Remi groaned with an exaggerated sigh to finish it, he would kill to turn these lights off right now.
āUuuggghhā¦.ā Kriia wiggled a bit back and forth grabbing at her boyfriendās arm. āThis is too muchā¦ā feeling a mixture of embarrassment as she was turned on and terribly terribly ill.
āWhatāsā¦ā but before he could get the words out..
āHtātchkt!!! HhhānGNxxt!ā It was Kriiaās turn to lose control, trying to send the second into Rexās other sleeve, but finding it hard to find privacy in such a position. She snuffled loudly, wiping her face loosely back and forth on the fabric. Rex blushed, brighter than his already sun kissed cheeks currently were. He tried to clear his throat, while he allowed his girlfriend to intimately release onto him and use his clothing as a rag.
āB-Bless you, baby,ā considering maybe even just giving the demon what he wanted, a show, but he shook his head, no, not the right place or time.
āOooo look at you two, see, I knew someone would enjoy this! We are making VALUABLE memories right now,ā he tried to pull out his phone but before he could even open the app, Remi grabbed the device in one quick swoop and hucked it across the room. It shattered against the wall.
āDonāt be a fucking creep!ā The wolf practically towered over him now. Fuck he was fast. Alistar rolled his eyes and lifted his palms up in defense.
āI was simply going to seeā¦if I could contact K, that is all, I wasnāt up to anything and frankly Iām insulted youād accuse me,ā the two men stared each other down. Remi refused to believe his innocence.
āThereās no service, you know that,ā slanting his dulling emerald eyes even further in accusation toward the demon.
āI forgot?ā Al raised a thin red brow before suddenly he was taken by the throat, as if his head hadnāt been pounding as it was, it surely increased with the lack of oxygen to his brain now as Remi squeezed his fingers around him.
āForgot?? Is that a question? See? Why should we ever trus-ā¦.ā His eyes widened, his grasp slightly weakened just before Biz could finish standing back up to stop the manā¦./it/ happened.
ā-hdāISCHhh!! HIāDTSCHIEW!!ā Almost like granddad finally heard him, like he was calling Alistar on speed dial. āHello my sonā¦I grant youā¦this blessingā¦.ā
āThank you, Granddadā¦.ā He thought internally as a large gesture of spiddle and debris hit his entire face, Remi feeling mortified in between snuffling, he quickly let go and leaped back. Alistar realizing now, he didnāt think what he said, he had spoken it. Now the wolf was half across the room rubbing his nose from under his hoodie, almost feeling dirty, like he needed a hot shower.
āYouāre fucking vile,ā the raven haired male glared, turning his back.
Alistar shrugged his shoulders, not even a hint of shame written on his face, but satisfaction. āIāve gotten what I wanted out of this, I donāt know about any of youā¦ā he smirked before he wiped a straying trail from under his nose with the back of his hand but not the wet from Remiās previous sneeze.
āI mean I got to play my show and once we are out of this me and Kri are def gon-..etāTCHOOO! etCHXIEW!!ā Throwing his head in an upward direction to keep his heated blow outs from singeing anyoneās eyebrows clean off their faces. Regardless, a mistral of flames spewed out of him, smoke following out his nose as he slurped loudly to contain any of his salivic mess. Kriia bit her lower lip and just continued her motions of assuring and comforting back rubs. Her nails digging every so often.
āOh, you already know meā¦ā licking her lips before reaching to brush a few strands of his red locks away from his tear stained white and ruby eyes. They shared a moment together, while Alistar could barely contain himself. This was more than enough mental storage for later tonight. Endless imagery. If Alistar had a choice a of favorite sneeze in the room, it was Rexās, because it came with a dark edge of danger. Nothing better than a sneeze followed by, FIRE?! Are you KIDDING ME?! This was enough to last him a life time.
Just when it was starting to get good, they all collectively heard a series of thuds at the door.
āAl, you done yet?ā Kanaiās voice echoed from behind it, everyone feeling a sense of ease and relief but Al hummed lightly an index and thumb at his chin. Considerably, he could tell the hound no, and stretch this out for a painfully long time. However, he wasnāt sure how long it would take for the wolfās blood to burn out that muscle relaxer and beat the dog shit out of him, it seemed to already be weakening. Having gotten this far alone, was a win. Best to not push his luck.
āA while ago.. why the fuck did you leave post???ā He yelled back toward his best friend, when a moment of silence rolled by before the hound had any nerve to respond.
āItās a historical theatre, Al, and you didnāt tell me I had to man the post, just barricade the door until you said, soā¦mind you, I did,ā almost a slight edge of sass to his usually monotoned communications. He was spending too much time with that bratty pet of theirs, Drae.
āOkay, smartass, open the fucking door then,ā Al hucked his foot toward the wood, making a loud banging sound. Remi snorted, trouble in paradise. He couldnāt relate since he and Levi made such a good team. They heard a serious of bangs and shifts of metal against the wood when suddenly, it came swinging open.
āIf I am a smart ass does that mean itās a compliment? Typically oneās ass does not have a brain, so therefore it has no intelligenceā¦with that being said would tha-ā¦.ā Alistar took his full blackened hand and palmed the center of Kanaiās face before pushing him clear out the door frame entryway.
āJust take me home,ā shaking his head back and forth with a roll of his tired ruby orbs. As they all relatively sighed with relief and began to walk out, Biz quickly grabbed Al by the shoulder and turned him around
āHey Al?ā He spoke softly, almost suspiciously kind.
āYeah?ā Al looked at the taller male, cautiously but curiously still.
āI donāt hate youā¦.Connie adores you, in some strange way, and I respect thatā¦so I want you to know that despite how Remington may openly feel, me and my girls do not hate youā¦okay? Youāre always welcome overā¦ā the grey haired man opened his heart, and metaphorically his arms to the demon. His girl saw something in him that was more than difficult for anyone else to, but he would do anything to make amends for those thoughts that may play inside the redheadās brain. If only for her.
āOhā¦uhā¦thanks, Biziilā¦I appreciate thatā¦but you know, I donāt, really feel that way right? I was just trying to stop Remi from serving me rare to the gates of Hell,ā he chuckled, slightly shocked that the large man, cared about how he might feel if the group really did hate him. Regardless, they were friends of his pet, and in turn just more toys to play with. It was not important to him whether or not they liked him.
āWell, whether or not it was true, I just want you to know that there are people on this plain of existence that care about youā¦.if you ever do, start to feel, anything,ā the large bear followed with a chuckle, and it almost made the demon think deeply on it for a second before Meeko came stumbling out behind him.
āBearā¦hot bathā¦homeā¦pleeeeeaaaasssseeeā¦.ā She whimpered slamming her forehead onto the middle of his back, arms slumped at her sides.
āOh sweet girlā¦as you wish,ā Biz quickly wrapped his strong tatted arm around her shoulders and brought her close to him before he turned to look at Al with a wink. Disappearing to the parking lot. As everyone else made their way home, Kanai walked with Alistar out to their own car.
āWhereās Drae?ā The red head asked loosely, almost as if it didnāt really matter in the first place.
āHeās at home in bed watching some human drama show you like, because he misses you,ā Kanai responded, unlocking the doors to the vehicle as they approached it.
āJeez, heās so needy,ā shaking his head back and forth but feeling a slightā¦tingle in the base of his chest at the thought.
āHe is quite persistent of our company, that must be a human thingā¦I have to research it when we get homeā¦ā mumbling now to himself as his brain started ticking away at the theories and possibilities.
āOkay nerd brain, just take me home so I can get my dick sucked at the LEAST with this fucking head cold I haveā¦.ā He groaned rubbing at his temples. āI just know the orgasm is going to be fucking mind blowing,ā unable to stop himself from snickering pridefully as they slid inside the car.
āI can imagine it would be a nice change of pace to have that feeling whilst also afflicted with that terrible one at the same timeā¦might even possibly cure youā¦let me know,ā the grey one looked over from the driver seat before the red head shot the hound a finger gun and a cheeky wink.
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To Be Continued?!
Authorās Notes: Iām so sorry this took so long and IS so long?! Uncle Fucking Christ! (Sorry I love saying that) anyway I decided to do a part two for when Alistar comes home and Drae helps him feel relief (; itāll be a lemon one shot Part 2 which should be easier for me to crack out than a full fic with 6 characters to keep track of Lmfao. Thanks for supporting mine and Geezās characters! We appreciate the love it really is just the best š„° Itās nice to create for fun and have others just simply enjoy it for what it is. All my love š«¶š» @aller-geez owns Meeko, Remi, Rex, Kriia and Kanai! (also Draeko who was mentioned!)
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