Forewarning for vomiting (for those with emetophobia)

This isn't super long, but I wanted to write Olix because I love them <3

For context, Pix is autistic in this oneshot

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Oli blinked his eyes open and yawned, sitting upright. He looked over at the clock which read 10A.M. and nearly panicked. He and Pix were going to be late for their couple's therapy appointment. They didn't have any issues, but Pix had been paranoid at the beginning of their relationship that something would happen between them, so Oli signed them up for therapy to work everything out before something did.

The blonde turned to shake Pix awake and kiss him good morning, but his boyfriend wasn't there. In his place was a large, damp spot of sweat. Oli furrowed his brows in confusion, then heard Pix throwing up nearby.

Oli sighed and got out of bed, walking over to the bathroom where Pix was knelt over the toilet. He knelt next to his lover and pulled his hair out of his face, then kissed his temple.

Pix looked over at Oli and sobbed dryly before he was pulled into a hug. "Throwing up sucks," the brunette murmured into the blonde's shoulder.

"I know," Oli said softly with a chuckle. "Come lay down, okay? I'll grab you a bucket and some crackers to munch on."

Pix nodded and let the taller man lead him to their bed, lying down whilst Oli fetched a bucket and crackers. His stomach definitely felt better than it did before he threw up, but some of that nauseousness lingered. And he hated it. Not to mention how stuffy and achy his head was, or how his mouth tasted, or the awful smells that came from the bathroom now. And he was hot and cold, at the same time.

When Oli finally came back, Pix was curled up in a ball and sobbing.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Oli asked after setting down the stuff he brought. "Baby?"

"'Don't f-feel good," Pix stuttered before wailing again. He was clutching his stomach, and Oli worried he might cry until he vomited again, but he knew how Pix was when he was sick.

Pix was very prone to meltdowns and tantrums because of his sensory issues and his preciseness. If his food was too hot or too cold, he wouldn't eat it. He refused to wash his sweaters and jumpers more than once a month because he hated the way the texture changed when they went through the wash. If he had a headache, he would cry for hours, even after it went away. Being sick was the worst for him. He was utterly miserable every second of it.

Fortunately for Oli, however, he found ways to work around these meltdowns in a healthy way. He usually gave Pix some allergy pills and painkillers for his head, and a couple of his anxiety meds to sort of sedate him so he could rest easier and so the other medication had a chance to work its magic so when Pix would wake up, he would already start to feel better.

"Pixie," Oli cooed, rubbing his husband's arm. "I have-" Pix twitched, so Oli moved his hand away. "I have medicine and water."

Pix sniffled and looked up, Oli's heart breaking at the despondent look in his eyes.

"Wanna sit up so you can take these and go to sleep?" At the brunette's nod, Oli grabbed the pills and water, waiting to hand them over until Pix was sitting upright. "There you go."

Pix took them, practically chugging the water.

"Do you want to watch something while we wait for the meds to kick in?" Oli asked, shuffling back under the covers and giving Pix the bucket and package of saltines. Pix settled against Oli's side, resting his head on his chest, mumbling something that Oli couldn't hear. "Hm?"

"Owl House," Pix murmured sleepily.

Oli snickered. "I should've known," he joked, and Pix whined. "What?"

"No teasing."

"I'm sorry, honey." Oli kissed the top of his head before reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. "Alright, Disney+..."

They were barely through one episode before Pix was snoring in Oli's lap, drooling on the blankets. Oli ran his hands through his soft hair and smiled down at him, admiring the view even though Pix didn't look so great right now. Pix had claimed that he was in need of a haircut, but Oli liked it like this. If he was completely honest, Pix was hot with long hair.

Oli looked up at the TV. Luz was teaching Lilith and Eda about glyphs now. Oli always thought that The Owl House was cool, he liked the idea of magic and stuff like that. Pix liked it more because of the comedic horror part, but he also really enjoyed the fantasy part.

Pix mumbled something in his sleep before rolling over to his side of the bed, no longer in Oli's lap. The brunette pulled the covers off of Oli and onto himself.

Oli laughed. "You can keep 'em," he whispered, then kissed Pix's cheek and got up. He went downstairs to the kitchen, figuring he'd get some chores done while Pix slept, and the dishes desperately needed to be cleaned.

Their dishwasher was broken and they didn't have the money for a new one, so they had to wash the dishes by hand. Neither of them had time to do it, expecially since Pix had just gotten back from a trip to Greece for his job and Oli was busy with planning lessons for his kindergartners. So needless to say, the house wasn't very tidy.

"Oliiii," Pix drawled out, waddling down the stairs just as the blonde was finishing up with the dishes.

"Hey," Oli said. "How are you feeling?"

Pix groaned. "Can't breathe... nose." He mumbled in between, but Oli understood well enough. "And... just threw up."

Oli sighed and dried his hands. "Oh, babe," he said. "Did you eat too many crackers?"

"Only ate one," Pix answered.

"Do you want to try some ginger ale?"

Pix let out a soft sob at that, shaking his head. "Want to die," he grumbled, and Oli sighed again.

"You can't die," Oli said gently. "But you can go back to sleep."

Pix shook his head. "Too... hurts," he mumbled, leaning over. His shoulder hit the wall, stopping him from falling further. "Can't... no sleep."

Oli walked over to Pix to press the back of his palm to Pix's forehead, then chuckled. "No wonder you're so loopy," he said. "You probably have a fever. Let me go get the thermometer."

Pix nodded and sat down at the dining table while he waited for Oli to run upstairs and grab the thermometer.

"Alright, open up," Oli said, then put the thermometer in his husband's mouth. They waited in silence until it beeped, and Oli grimaced when he looked at Pix's temperature. "Jeez, babe. Did you get something from when you went to Greece?"

Pix shrugged. "'Dunno."

Oli sighed. "Well, you need to stay in bed, love," he said. "I can give you another anxiety pill if you want so you can sleep easier."

"Mhm," Pix hummed, nodding. "'Wanna... sleep."

"Okay." Oli cupped Pix's face in his hands and kissed his forehead then his cheek. "Come on, let's get you back to bed."

Pix slept until the evening that time and came downstairs to Oli, who was grading papers in the living room. "Oliiiii," Pix drawled, looking and feeling quite a bit better. His head was still stuffy and he couldn't breathe through his nose unless he was walking around (which made his nose runny), but he wasn't as sweaty and he didn't feel nauseous anymore.

The blonde looked up from his work and smiled. "Hey, you look like you slept well," he said, setting his pen down and standing up. "How are you feeling?" He walked over to the kitchen where Pix was to place his hand on his forehead. "Hm, your fever's gone down."

"I feel better," Pix said, then sniffled. "Can you make me some chicken broth?"

Oli checked his watch. It was already almost seven. "When was the last time you threw up?" he asked.

Pix shrugged. "This morning?" he guessed. "When I came down here earlier."

"Well, it's been, like, eight hours since then, so..." Oli shrugged. "I'll make you half a serving, how about that? Then if you can keep it down for, let's sayyy... an hour, and you're still hungry, I'll make the rest. Sound good?"

Pix nodded. "Yeah. I'm starving."

Oli chuckled. "Not being able to keep anything down all day will do that to you," he said, kissing Pix's cheek. "You can go ahead and turn on The Owl House in the living room if you want while I make the broth."

Pix did a little cheer and went into the living room, and Oli could hear Luz talking before he even got the broth mix out.