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Requests chapter:

Helloooo!! I am here to say that I am willing to do requests, as I will need ideas, probably. I will just put down my won't do's here, because there's a lot of stuff I am willing to do.. 

Will NOT do:

Bathroom kinks 

Kinks having to do with vomit, death, or anything of that sort.

Descriptive gore

Child x adult

There's probably more that I forgot to add, but please just keep it relatively normal. I do delve into some more obscure areas, but nothing related to the ones I listed up there, thank you! 

Feel free to leave your requests! (Fyolai only guys)

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3RD PERSON POV: 

         Fyodor woke up in his bed, wrapped in his husbands strong arms. He had already felt off the minute he opened his eyes, he feels..warmer than usual..and his body feels sore. He sighed as he realized he was probably becoming ill, but didn't pay much mind to it. He made his way out of his husbands embrace and gave a small wince at the soreness in his lower back. Yea, he was definitely coming down with a fever..but who was he to complain about a fever when he would get them every winter when he lived in Russia? He scooted off the bed, groggily making his way down to the kitchen. His legs felt as if they were about to buckle, and he felt nauseous..very nauseous. Once he made it down to the kitchen, he began to brew some coffee, which isn't good for illness..at all. He waited for it to brew, trying to cool down the already cold house by opening windows so the freezing morning air could find its way inside. He knows the cold isnt good for illness, especially a fever, but he doesn't really care all that much, as he feels like he's boiling alive. 

Soon enough, he heard his husband, Nikolais, footsteps making their way downstairs. He began to pour him a cup of coffee, which was about twenty percent sugar, because his husband seems to prefer it that way..

"Goodmorning darling..did you sleep well?" 

He didn't realize just how sick he was until he spoke, his throat hurt and his nose was stuffy, which made him sound...weird.

Nikolai froze in the middle of rubbing his eyes, staring at his husband. Fyodors face was paler than usual, and his eyebags looked awful ...and was his nose also stuffy? He gave a dramatic gasp before running over to his boyfriend and immediately tilting his head up so he could feel his forehead, which was hot, of course. Then he noticed that all the windows were open, which they never were, because his husband was usually cold..

"Fedya! You're sick! What do you think you're doing out of bed, did you hit your head while you were sleeping and somehow think this was a good idea? You also opened all the windows, you aren't supposed to be cold, dummy!"

He immediately began to shut all of the windows, and then shut off the coffee maker. 

"No coffee while your sick, either! Don't you know that this will just dehydrate you? What would you do without me.." 

Fyodor just blankly stared at his husband, he's much too dazed to even attempt to process what he's saying. .the fever is probably making him delirious. Nikolai just sighed once he realized Fyodor probably was barely even conscious before picking him up up bridal style.

"You, sir, are going to lay down until you can actually breathe and think correctly! You can barely even look me in my eyes! How did you even get this ill? I've made sure you were dressed warm..hmph." 

Fyodor sighed and looked up at Nikolai with a frown on his face. He hates when he gets sick for this very reason, Nikolai treats him as if he's the most fragile artifact on earth. He gets sick often due to his poor health, so he's used to this already.. but it still is irritating. He tried to bury his face into Nikolais chest for warmth, but he immediately got pushed away. He just gave a puzzled look to his husband, trying to ask why he would push him away like that without quite asking. "You're not allowed to be warm right now, silly! If anything, you have to try to cool down.. hmm" Nikolai set Fyodor down on the couch, then ran upstairs to get one of his shirts and a thermometer. While he was up there, Fyodor carefully got up and went over to the coffee pot, starting to pour himself a cup of coffee. Having just one should be fine.. He eventually heard Nikolai making his way downstairs though, so he gulped down the coffee and put the cup in the sink before running right back to the couch. When Nikolai got back, he immediately began stripping his husband of his clothing, which the smaller man did try to object to... he even tried to squirm so he wouldn't get taken out of his clothes. "Darling.. is this really necessary? I'm very comfortable in my pajamas.. and if im naked, I'll get sicker.." "You are exactly right, which is why you won't be naked! Here you go!" He slid his shirt over Fyodors head. It fit him a bit big... It went down to his mid thigh, which was a bit oversized, but also wouldn't leave him too cold or too warm. He just gave another exhausted sigh. "Okay fedya! Open up wide, I'm gonna take your temperature!" Fyodor complied and opened his mouth, completely forgetting that he had just drank a mug of coffee. He was confused when his husband immediately frowned and glared down at him.. "What's wrong, darling-" "I told you no coffee, and you still drank it! Don't you know that it'll make you even sicker? Don't even try to lie because I can smell it on your breath!" He gave an annoyed sigh as he shoved the thermometer under Fyodors tongue and waited for the beep. When it eventually beeped, he checked the thermometer. 101.4F was his temperature, which didn't make Nikolai too happy. "You have such a high fever! You really have to start taking care of yourself better, or maybe I'll just have to do it for you." Nikolai got up and walked to the kitchen, muttering to himself. He made Fyodor some chicken soup, then put it in a small bowl and walked it over to him. He set it down on a small table next to the couch and gathered some of the soup on a spoon, then put it up to Fyodors lips after blowing on it. "Say ahhh! I know you don't like to eat, for whatever reason .. but it'll make you all better! Kay? So just eat a little bit, for me.." Fyodor looked at the taller man, then back down at the spoonful of soup. He gave a small wince before just closing his eyes and eating the spoonful of soup. He didn't want to... but he would rather do it out of his own volition then have his husband shove it down his throat like he usually does. "Aweee! Good boy fedya! See, that wasn't too hard at all!" "Dont call me that... please. " "But you seem to love it when we're in bed~". He giggled as he gathered some more soup on the spoon, and put it right back up to his husbands, who is now flushed due to his comments, mouth. He took the spoon into his mouth with no protest once again. Nikolai continued to feed him, even when he tried to grab at the spoon and feed himself. He would just slap his hand away and feed him the next spoonful, praising him everytime he took another bite. Eventually he had finished the bowl, so he put it in the sink, then sat down next to Fyodor. "Do you feel any better now? You usually don't eat my soup.. so it must've been good today, right?" "Your soup is always good, dear. I'm just not very hungry most days.. and yes, I do feel a little better. " "Awe your so sweet fedya! So pretty and sweet! You're like an angel!" He laid himself down on the couch next to his husband and wrapped him up in his arms, pressing kisses to his head. Fyodor immediately melted, he likes cuddling with his husband, they just don't get to cuddle unless it's time to sleep most days.. so this was a nice change. "I know I said you weren't supposed to be warm.. but how can I resist cuddling you?? You're so pathetic and I just want to love and protect you!!" Fyodor couldn't tell if he should be offended or relaxed. He chose to stay relaxed, as he didn't care much for the comment. Nikolai gently grabbed fyodors face, tilting it upward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He doesn't care if he gets sick, he just wants to love his husband when he needs it most. Fyodor gave him a small smile before slowly starting to drift off into sleep. He didn't sleep much, so it was no surprise he was exhausted. Nikolai pet his head a few times, encouraging him to relax and sleep, and so he did. Nikolai pressed a gentle kiss to his husbands head before burying his face into his neck. . "Goodnight, fedya.."