H/C where when Aziraphale gets sick he spikes a high fever and burns for a night and wakes up the next morning weak but over it. Crowley gets the same bug and he hovers at around 38 degrees for a week and a half with a miserable streaming cold leaving him drained. Azi is blessed with an extremely effective immune system while C's illnesses linger on.
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can I get a martin over working himself (season 1 I donât like to acknowledge canon) and getting really sick? If not itâs ok!! I just am having a rough day at work and comfort characters
hi friend!!! Iâm so sorry youâve had a rough day!! I hope this will make it a little bit better, and I hope itâs what you wanted <3
âMartin?â
At Jonâs soft call, Martin jolts to attention, blinking rapidly as his head adjusts to the sudden change of position. Moving his eyes quickly over him, he takes a moment to consider his appearanceâthe pallor of his face, the unusually mussed tangle of his hair, the way his eyelids seem to droop below their typical stationâall serving to make Martin look decidedly unwell.
âJon! Christ, you scared me,â he breathes, resting a hand against his chest in relief.
âIâm sorry,â Jon says at once,  and finding that he means it.  âWhatâŚwhat are you doing here, exactly?â
âCould ask the same,â he replies, a bit of accusation coloring his toneâand Jon supposes he deserves that.
âForgot to lock up.â
âCould have texted me, Iâd have done it.â
âI didnât know you were here.â
At last, Martin drops his gaze, smashing a hand over his unkempt hair. Â Something about this simple action stirs up something incredibly fond in the pit of Jonâs stomachâand he does his best to repress the feeling in favor of professionalism as quickly as possible.
âWhich begs the questionâwhy are you here?â he asks, watching carefully as Martin worries at his bottom lip, clearly hesitant to say something.
âIâm justâjust finishing up a couple of things, thatâs all,â he replies with a smile, tone kept intentionally light and jovial.
Something about this is not right, and Jon is determined to find out what.
âWhat are you working on?â he asks incredulously, squinting to get a glimpse of Martinâs laptop screen. Â âItâs after nine on a Friday, Martinâyou shouldnât be here.â
âYouâre one to talk,â he mutters under his breath, so openly that Jon is taken aback.
I suppose I deserved that too.
âIâveâŚbeen trying to get better about that,â he says lowly, a bit hurt at the irritation he seems to have stirred up by his presence alone.
âI know,â Martin replies with a sigh, taking off his glasses to scrub a hand over his eyes. Â âI know you have, Jon. Â Sorry.â
The silence they hold is far from comfortable, but the look on Martinâs face tells Jon that heâs considering carefully what to sayâand Jon will not hold that against him. Â After a long inhale, eyes closed in an effort toâbrace himself?âMartin speaks.
âI needed to catch up. Â Because I was gone.â
ââŚoh.â
Oh, Christ.
Jon could just kick himself over this, over forgetting about his mumâs health scare this weekâthe one he had learned about only after he had gotten very terse with Martin over the quality of his work. Perhaps a bit more than terse, to be honest.
âMartin, IâI didnât meanââ
âNo, itâs alright,â he is quick to intercept, holding his hands up to stop him. Â âYou were perfectly in the right, and I know this work needs to get done. Â So I will do it.â
Oh god oh god
It kills himâthe exhausted smile shining across Martinâs face, just knowing that he is the one who put it there.
âI didnâtâŚI didnât know.â
âI know.â
âI shouldnât haveââ
âItâs alright, I justââ he cuts off, removing his glasses and setting them on the desk before leaning his head on one hand. âItâs my fault, Jon, really.â
Jon finds himself  unable to control the expression of shocked incredulity he feels washing over his face at these words.
âHow on earth is this your fault?â he asks, tone ticking up in incomprehension.
âI donâtââ he pauses, beginning to rub circles across his forehead and temples with the tips of his fingers, in obvious pain. âI donât know, Jon.  JustâŚit is.â
What are you talking about? Jon wants desperately to sayâbut he stops himself in favor of taking in the renewed pallor of Martinâs cheeks that deepens with every passing moment.
âYouâŚyou donât look well, Martin,â he says, stepping just a bit closer, forcing his tone into its gentlest possible shape.  âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine,â he replies at once, eyes still closed tightly where he leans on the desk.
Youâre not fine.
âLet meâlook, you should have some water at least, before you go home,â he says, turning to retrieve some from the kitchenâbefore turning back at once upon hearing the rather disturbing sound of derisive laughter from behind him.
âNot sure I am, though,â Martin says through his horrible laughter, swiping at his eyes with his sleeve.
âW..what?â
âI didnât pay my bills,â he says, the sound of it coming out wet and muffled from behind his hands.  âI had to go up to Devon, and I left in a rush, and I didnât get back in time, a-and Iâm justâŚI had to spend so much on my stay that Iâm not even sure I can cover it allââ
âAhâMartinââ Jon steps quickly over to him as he breaks off into a choked sob, patting his shoulder in what he knows must be the most awkward mannerâbut how could he just stand there, and do nothing?
âS-sorry, sorry,â he gasps as he struggles to contain the tears, driven by what Jon has been recently made aware has been a lifetimeâs worth of pain and anger and solitude.
This wonât do at all, Jon thinks, starting to rub gentle circles between his shoulders as his breathing begins to even out.
âCome home with me,â he decides as he says it, voice now edging back into its usual commanding presence.
âOh no, Jonââ
âI insist, Martin. Â Get your coat. Â Weâll get your bills sorted in the morning,â he says, already stepping towards the corner of the room to grab his coat for him.
âJon, no, I really couldnâtââ
âCoat,â he says, holding it out towards Martinâs face with a meaningful glare. Â âNow. You are coming with me.â
He looks at Jon hard and long, clearly disbelieving of his kindness, searching for the hidden motive behind it all.  Though he cannot say whyâŚsomething painful twinges in his chest at the very thought.
âAlright,â Martin replies at last, carefully standing, both knees clicking and popping in the process. Â âIâthank you, Jon. Â Really, itâs too much.â
âItâs nothing at all,â Jon replies quietly, watching intently as Martin dons his coat, arms at the ready to support him should he start to fall. Â âNothing at all, Martin.â
A/N: Hereâs a fic I did somewhat based on this drawing. A lot ofâŚemotional+being sick+more coughing than snz+whump stuff because im a sucker for breaking down my ocs , kinda expanding on Thalâs underlying paranoia that comes up when heâs sick/when something happens from this previous fic
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currently obsessed with the idea of someoneâs nose itching really badly, but their hands are occupied or restrained, so they have to resort to all sorts of wrinkling, wriggling, grimacing facial acrobatics to try and ease the irritation, only, itâs really ineffective and only works for a couple of seconds before their nose starts itching again.Â
bonus points if thereâs another character present to witness this and make fun of the ridiculous frustrated expressions the first character is pulling
bonus bonus points if the other character eventually offers to help
âOh, sorry,â Caretaker laughs sheepishly, pulling away from the whumpee. âMy hands are cold.âÂ
To their surprise Whumpee leans into their touch, eyes closed, mumbling, âNo, it feels goodâŚâ Thatâs the first sign Caretaker notices that they have a fever.
a characterâs face coated in shining fever sweat as they go about, on inertia alone, a task thatâs clearly more demanding than is good for them right now
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A whumpee whoâs too ill to think straight. Any words they try to form to Caretaker are delirious, nonsense mumblings, sometimes just slurred sounds and sighs. Their eyes look so empty, when theyâre open at all.
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Omg that person who exposed you... inconsiderate dumbasses will be the death of the human race. I am so sorry this happened and that you and your family were affected. I hope things are on the upswing for all of you.
Luckily it seems like we are finally on the mend and feeling better. The amount of muscle mass I lost during this shit is ridiculous and honestly Iâm mostly mad about that even though itâs silly. How will I be a beefy hot lesbian now!? but joking aside yeah it was ridiculous. I think she ended up in the hospital for a week so just desserts and all that. Iâll probably have to be on my inhaler for a while longer, my lungs got totally trashed from this. ):
Thank you for your well wishes! We stayed home the entire time and will probably continue to stay home well into this month. Our neighbors and family friends have been really sweet about leaving soup and groceries on our porch and ditching lol