A Little One-Shot Book

Bashdil One-Shot: Sick

A/N- Okay, I finally did one that was actually requested!! XD This is for @Lilylabombe (I think I spelled that right?) who I'd just like to thank for the amazing feedback! And for all mah friends out there, I have something special coming out for all chu giaz. ;3 Alright, I WILL LET YOU READ!! SEE YOU AT THE END!!

*3rd Person POV*

"Ready?" Bodil asked his boyfriend as they were getting ready to play another parkour map.

"Yeah." Sniffled the melon. Ever since he woke up this morning, he'd been more passive.

"You okay?" The Bulgarian asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Bash smiled meekly.

"I dunno, you're not lookin too good..."

"Bodil, I'm fine. C'mon, Sky, Ty, and Simon are waiting."

"Alright. Let's go." Bodil lead the way out the door. They walked the short distance to the map teleporters, selecting the one Simon had told them.

"Hey, there you two are!" Sky said, slinging an arm around Bodil's shoulder.

"I bet I'll beat you today, Martin." Simon said confidently, puffing up his chest.

"In your dreams, dolphin boy!" Bodil smirked.

"LEZ GO!!" Cheered Deadlox, jumping to the first block.

"Heeeeey, no fair!!" Sky whined, following.

The three parkour-pros finished the course within twenty minutes, Simon following only a few blocks behind.

"Where's Bash?" Remarked Ty, glancing around.

"Oh no, I told him we shouldn't have gone!! Crap!" Bodil panicked, cursing himself.

The Bulgarian went backwards through the course, looking for his hybrid love. Eventually he spots him around the halfway point, struggling up some cloud jumps. He jumps again, barely clinging to the edge of the slippery marble. He pulls himself as the other male land on the one across from it. The melon is a paler shade of green, a very tired expression etched across his features. He sits down in a coughing fit, breathing heavily. Afterward he groans, flopping backwards and closing his eyes.

"Bash! Are you okay, babe?!" Bodil jumps down, kneeling next his boyfriend.

Bash just shakes his head. Martin scoops up the smaller male lovingly. Using some cheats, he teleports to the rest of the group.

"Woah, what happened?"

"I think Bash came down with a cold."

Bodil's hand goes up to his love's forehead, retracting at the intense heat resonating off of it.

"I'm gonna take him home."

"Good idea. Call us of ya need anything!"

The couple split from the others, teleporting back home. Setting Bash down on the couch, Bodil walked into the kitchen.

*Bodil's POV*

I came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of soup. Setting it on the coffee table, I looked at the sleeping body.

"Bash..." I cooed gently. Taking hold of his shoulder, I shook very him carefully.

"Bash, c'mon buddy." He slowly opens his eyes, squinting at me.

"Bodil?" He asked disorientedly.

"Yea, hi." I smile.

"What-where-"

"You got sick while we were doing the course."

"Oh..."

"Here." I pulled him into a sitting position, grabbing the soup. He took it from me and slowly sipped at it.

Soon he just lost interest and set it back down. He leaned against me, looking up like a small kitten.

"Bodil..." He clung to my arm, still giving me that absolutely irresistible face.

"Hmm?" I smiled, raising one brow.

"Snuggle?" He pleaded.

"Of course, babe." I said, pulling his head into my chest. He smiled and closed his eyes, letting me take over. I placed him in my lap, and lay down. Sighing contently, Bash wriggled in my grip, becoming comfy. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me tiredly.

"Martin?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"Anything for you."

He sniffled a bit, cuddling back into my shoulder. I felt my own eyes get heavy, and soon I fell into a warm sleep.

*Bashur's POV*

I woke up to a dimly lit living room. Martin's light snores vibrated a little under me, giving a secure feeling. I just layed there, listening to his snores and heartbeat. Soon he mumbled something, his eyes opening a bit. They look down at me, and I blink a few times, staring back with wide eyes.

"Hi."

"Hey." He says sleepily. God, I love him...

I try to sit, but my head is hit with a wave of pain. Groaning, I clutch it. Bodil pulls me against his chest, again. Shushing me, he sits up and picks me up bridal style. I love it when he carries me. Even though I felt weak and my head was pounding, I wiggled as close as I could. Soon, he places me on the soft material of our bed. He pulls the covers up and over me and I listen to his footsteps fade away. I frown a bit, but I'm too tired to go chase after him. But his footsteps resound as he walks back in and closes the door. The bed shifts as Martin climbs in.

Cuddling up next to me, I wind my hands around his bare torso.

He took his shirt off...

Hot damn...

I get close to him again, and he hugs my hips to him.

I feel myself finally drift to sleep again.

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I wake up to a cold spot next to me. I feel awful, everything aches. I groan, rolling over. I slowly sit up, my head is throbbing.

"Bash?" A voice coos gently.

"Bodie?" I croaked, looking over at the door. A face is poking in, concern creasing his features. As he walked in fully, I burst into a coughing fit. He set down a tray on the nightstand and sat next to me. Gently rubbing my back he waits until I finish hacking my lungs up.

"You hungry? I brought you some breakfast." He gestures to a tray of pancakes. I smile but shake my head. His hand goes up to my forehead. Before he retracts it, I place mine on his. He smiles as well.

"I love you, Bashur."

"Lave ya too, Martin."

Bodil takes care of Bash for an entire week before catching the virus himself.

A/N- Is it fluffy? Is it forking fluffy?!!! Yes? Okay! But, yea, I'm sick, soooo...INSPIRATION!! XD Okay, post your one-shot ides down bellow and I'll catch ya later Sparklings!

~Mute Waterspark