just-a-nervous-bean:2/2 companion fics!! Here’s the other one: link AN: 2250 words. UHHHH I HA
just-a-nervous-bean:2/2 companion fics!! Here’s the other one: link AN: 2250 words. UHHHH I HAVE NO EXCUSES THIS IS MESS AND INDUCING AND GILLS FOR THE SAKE OF IT!! Shoutout to the grossnasty club, this ones for all you lovelies who are into messy monsterfucker stuff Serious Upkeep Not sick. Not a cold. He was not going to deal with this when he was feeling perfectly fine yesterday. Alphonse stared at his reflection in the mirror, his squarish knuckle rubbing up under one of his fins. The fuschia hue it once had was darkened to an almost chapped shade of magenta, coated in a visible layer of viscous fluid. Not allergies, he hazarded a guess. It hurt to touch. Not sick, not sick, no, not at all. He didn’t have time to deal with his gills getting all inflamed or worse, infected, when the weather outside was nice and warm. They were getting all gummed up with this- eugh!! This sticky stuff! He shook his hand at the sink, flicking a bit of it off. As said before, he felt fine yesterday. Maybe a little woozy, a bit warm, sneezing here and there, but he could easily chock that up to the drier than usual weather and the abundance of pollen and dust that littered the city’s air. Happened every year, he’d get a bit sniffly but it would be the end of it. This, on the other hand, came with a temperature and chills. Waking up this morning he found his body to be shivering while sweat dotted his forehead, the collar of his simple tee shirt soaked completely with the soft but pathetic “flap-flap-flap” of the gills on his neck. Each breath had them slapping shut against itself, like suction cups would but in a thin, feathery sheet. In water, they’d be nice and frilled, soft to the touch. Now they clamped shut with the weight of slime dripping off their tips. The upkeep of these things, he swore. Keep reading -- source link