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my fics in one place:

Dreadful Timing [Al/astor; HH]: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Keep Smiling [Al/astor; HH]

Feigning Illness & Falling "Sick" [Al/astor; HH]

Won't Admit It [Al/astor; HH]

One "Small" Problem [Al/astor, large demon version; HH]

Untitled [Al/astor; HH]

Count Your Blessings [Al/astor; HH; feat. Lu/ci]

Show, Don't Tell [Al/astor & An/gel Du/st; HH]

[allergyenthusiast]

idk how to describe it but the hint of congested surprise after the fact? yeah, thank you for that.

(also this sounds nothing like his other in-game sneeze lol, new hc that he usually stifles like this unless his hands are full)

[allergyenthusiast]

"checked on me" dude how fucking much were you sneezing, what?

[allergyenthusiast]

go on...

[allergyenthusiast]

how many times is sneezing brought up in this game exactly because what

[allergyenthusiast]

if there are any l/ove and d/eepspace fans on snzblr pls point me in their general direction

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go on...

[allergyenthusiast]

they're seeing the vision

[allergyenthusiast]

ik this is an al/as/tor thirst snz blog but ca/leb from l/ove and d/eep/space would 1000% indulge you in this kink whenever you wanted and i think that's very sexy of him

(like... imagine the ver/dant wet/lands audio but snz-ified... i'm unwell)

[allergyenthusiast]

proof of life / proof of fic (al/as/tor and lu/ci/fer wip)

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Lucifer whistles under his breath. "You're really makin' a whole show out of this. I just wish I didn't have a front row seat-"

"hh'h-! ehhzt'tkshh!"

"Eugh, really?!" Lucifer recoils, cringing under the plight of a fine, germ-riddled mist now clinging to his cheeks. He doesn't remember Alastor being this close; in fact, Alastor was just on his side of the makeshift tape border not two seconds ago. "You-!" Leave it to the master of petty bullshit to forego manners in the name of revenge. Lucifer almost wishes he could sneeze on command. Oh, it'd be so satisfying to singe the tangled sweaty bangs right off of that loud idiot's forehead.

"Sss- ss- ehh-hh hihdtzzt! -ehdtzsh! hah'idzzshu!"

The ache in his muscles whines in complaint, but Lucifer refuses to take another infectious spray to the face. "Anyone ever told you you sneeze like a broken record?" He deadpans behind his makeshift shield of arms and blankets, and boy, it really shouldn't require a feat of body-building to keep his arms raised, but his limbs tremble all the same. "Hurry up and knock it off already. You made your point."

"Ahh- aehh--! A-Ahp-! My-ehh! My ap-pheh eh'hHIZZ'TSH! Ah'heh- h'iIDZZTSHUE!" Alastor hobbles over to the closet, each step reminiscent of a frail kite lost on a hefty coastal breeze.

There's a pang of something - a cousin to guilt, perhaps - hammering beneath Lucifer's nest of crumpled sheets and pillows, right where the open button of his nightshirt sits against his rattling chest. The stolen blankets suddenly weigh heavy on more than just his fatigued body, the ache pounding in unspoken remorse as Alastor fumbles for a quilt of his own.

Well, shit. He didn't have to make him feel bad about it. Watching the Radio Demon sniffle and sneeze his way across the room like a plague patient on death's door is supposed to feel like a well-earned victory, not the shared burden of defeat. The unbuttoned top doesn't help matters. The undone bowtie draped over his flushed neck. The wavy curls of damp hair stuck to his rosy cheeks. And, y'know, the whole attempt at an apology for sneezing in Lucifer's face.

"You could've just asked," Lucifer finally grumbles. "I'd've given them back. Probably."

Alastor shuffles back to his taped off side of the room, tripping over his once-pristine coat with a disgruntled sigh. The fabric audibly slaps against the carpet, and Lucifer realizes that Alastor had been using his fucking jacket as a handkerchief, too proud to ask him to pass the box of tissues sitting between them.

"Yeesh, that's a whole lotta sweat and snot." Lucifer's lips curl into a grimace. "Might wanna burn that thing."

"Niffty will handle it," Alastor sniffles.

"Seriously? That thing's a biohazard with sleeves. And it's twice her size. She'll get swallowed whole just trying to pick it up."

"She likes cleaning."

Yeah, no, Lucifer's not gonna let that slide. Consider this his good deed for the day, and unspoken apology for snapping earlier. A pained grunt trickles through his chapped lips, exiting his cozy cocoon just enough to reach for Alastor's coat. Copious amounts of fluid weep against his palm the moment he picks it up; his good deed mantra barely keeps him from dropping the soiled garment in outright disgust.

Alastor quirks a tired brow, monocle glistening in the low lamp light of their quarantine zone. "What are you doing?" The sigh devolves into a fit of wet coughing, static crackling with every heave of his chest.

If Lucifer heard his accent slip, he makes no note of it. "Cleaning," he mumbles.

By the time Alastor puts two and two together, Lucifer's breath is audibly hitching.

"Don't you dare," Alastor growls (rasps).

But Lucifer's past the point of no return; head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut, nostrils flaring with a violent need. "hehh! hiehh!"

"Put it down or I'll... I'll..."

"hhHGHT'SHIEW!"

"hdt'zzshue!"

Ashes float to the floor, right alongside Alastor's hope for his clothes.

Lucifer's not done, hastily pinching his nose shut. "hhdt'ch! nnxgt! hep'tch! hh'h id'txch! nght!" He exhales with a whispered "choo," sniffling as he reaches for a tissue. "You're wel-" His fingertips meet polished wood. "-come."

Alastor holds up the box in one hand. A beat passes between them.

"You stole my tissues."

"You burned my coat."

"I didn't burn it, I incinerated it. That thing would've infected the entire hotel. Y'know, the thing we're trying not to do."

"And?"

"I need to blow my nose."

"Use your coat."

---

[allergyenthusiast]

imagining human al/as/tor having a bad day for a variety of reasons on top of his allergies acting up

subsequently getting annoyed that his assistant keeps eyeing him all day because he's turning them on with all of his little sneezing fits, stifles, sniffles etc

usually you're pretty good about not gawking at him but he's been quite the spectacle today - all the false starts and disgruntled sighs really get distracting y'know

end of the day rolls around and you find him post-broadcast with watery eyes and a well-used handkerchief held up to his face, anticipating yet another flurry of sneezes

they're stuck, he's getting impatient and huffy (and maybe a little whiny)

in an effort to keep his voice in good shape he tends to vocalize a little more; puts more emphasis on the latter part of a sneeze but still has those audible "ah-!"s and "iht-!"s (especially noticeable with all the false starts)

you're just standing there trying to process (/memorize) everything happening right in front of you

"can i he-hh-! can i hehh-help you?" - grumpy man can't get a full sentence out without stumbling over his words

"uh, ah, i was just uhh, wanting to follow up on..." literally nothing, you're lying through your teeth

he'd probably be a little more snarky if he didn't sound so breathy and desperate. "it can- hih! it can- hihh! i-it can wai-ayh-ayht-!"

you, dazed and distracted, unable to pull your eyes away and hoping to cover your ass with a stupid joke: "...am i giving you stage fright?"

it's like he takes it as a challenge, immediately pitching forward with a flurry of sneezes that practically tumble into one another

you need to sit down.

"iehht- tshoo! -tishiew! ahh-hh heyht-tdshu!"

you have sat down.

he's mumbling something under his breath, sad handkerchief cupped around his mouth and nose

pauses, catches your eye, decidedly does not blow his nose because "you're staring. am i that entertaining when i make a mess of myself?"

"bless you." - you, moments later, blushing and willing yourself to get to your feet until-

"ah ah ah! no, no, none of that. sit back down, dear. we need to have a little talk about this little staring problem of yours."

you start stuttering over excuses until he shakes his head in slight reprimand

he has a Look. a Look of Knowing.

moves his hair right up next to yours

"help me understand, would you please? i'm so curious to know how one finds these spectacles so captivating."

????? what do you even say to that? why is he picking at one of the down blankets you keep around for cold spells?

"why don't you give me a little demonstration, hm? i'm sure i'm bound to understand something if i'm the one in the audience."

oh. Oh. "that might not be the best idea..."

god, that tiny feather pinched between his fingers looks so tickly

"oh, come now, it won't be so bad! just slightly humiliating in a most mundane manner of speaking." "unless, of course, you tend to react differently to this sort of... stimulation, shall we say?"

right as he reaches for your face, he stills, mumbling a habitual apology and warning: "oh, one moment, i need to-!"

nothing. he cracks an eye open and laughs. "you're so terribly easy, hah! ah, this will be fun."

cue al/astor hovering over you, knee between yours to keep you from squirming, inducing you over and over until you're a mess in every sense

[allergyenthusiast]

god i just... want him to talk through it.

"bless-- oh my, bless you! couldn't help yourself, could you?"

"enjoying yourself, dear? from this angle, you seem to be tickled pink! hah!"

"careful now, you'll sneeze yourself hoarse if you keep that up. try sounding more like me - your voice will thank you. ... oh, don't act coy, you know damn well how i sneeze. you've probably memorized every breath and sound."

"mm, not quite, but better. let's try again, shall we? ... mh, again. ... dear, are you drawing this out on purpose? sneaky thing."

"goodness me, are these the sorts of faces you catch me making all the time? surely i don't look that helpless."

"so sensitive! you must not be burdened by hayfever. unpleasant, isn't it? or does your deviance keep you from feeling absolutely miserable in the throes of a sneezing fit?"

"you blush every time i so much as say the word. how quaint."

"hold this one back, would you? much i like would during my radio show-- bless you. try again. ... no no dear, don't pinch your nose. your audience will hear the shift in your voice. mm, not so easy, is it?"

"more pressure, dear, right underneath your nose. like this. have you truly never held back a-- really? right on my hand? ugh, messy thing."

"your nose is so animated, always twitching the moment this feather so much as brushes up against it. do i look so adorable when i'm fighting to get a sneeze out?"

or, if i'm being painfully honest with myself:

"don't. remember what i said about self-control? hold it."

"eyes on me, dear. i don't care how much it tickles - i want to watch you struggle."

"don't. you. dare. not until i allow it, and certainly not on me, no matter how badly you want to bury your face in my neck and sneeze."

"was that a sneeze? it sounded awfully suspicious. pleasurable, rather."

"you see dear? i-ihht isn't so difficult to- t-to... hahhh, hold them back. you just need to try... hhieh!-harder, oh, that was close. snf! one short moment away from sneezing on you."

"one moment, dear, i ss'seh-seeehm-! ah, seem to have misplaced my-hah! my-heih! ... hohh, my handkerchief, pardon. i'd hate to make even more of a mess of you."

"oh, good lord, my poor nose is- hahh-ah! hhhih... hah. terribly itchy. it's rather distract... d-iihstract... h'ohh my g-ih!-ihh-iehh'tc-?! ah'hhHT-?! oh, for heaven's sa-aah'ah-aahhktTCHUU! ... *shakes head* still tihhickles--shhoo! ihhSHH!-HEHSHUu-ah! snf snf! ah, pardon me, i didn't-- hh! didn't get you, did i?"

"one typically says 'bless you' after someone sneezes. have you been keeping track of how many times you've failed to mind your manners?"

"hm? you need to what, sneeze? allow me to help. *pinches your nose shut right before you can sneeze.* terribly unsatisfying, no? ... well! if you'd blessed me properly, i wouldn't feel the need to deny you."

"have you... hh'hiheh-hheh-ehHT-? hahh, oh, have you imagined this before? having me tease your nose and... a-ahhnd... letting you watch me up close?"

"i-i don't think i can keep... kehh'keep holding back... where should i-hh! wh-hehhre should i-iehh'hh-hih! ... use your wo-oorhds now, tell me where you want me to... t-to- ah! i'ihd ha-ahheh-haeet-! hahh'haate to choose wrong."

[allergyenthusiast]

imagining human al/as/tor having a bad day for a variety of reasons on top of his allergies acting up

subsequently getting annoyed that his assistant keeps eyeing him all day because he's turning them on with all of his little sneezing fits, stifles, sniffles etc

usually you're pretty good about not gawking at him but he's been quite the spectacle today - all the false starts and disgruntled sighs really get distracting y'know

end of the day rolls around and you find him post-broadcast with watery eyes and a well-used handkerchief held up to his face, anticipating yet another flurry of sneezes

they're stuck, he's getting impatient and huffy (and maybe a little whiny)

in an effort to keep his voice in good shape he tends to vocalize a little more; puts more emphasis on the latter part of a sneeze but still has those audible "ah-!"s and "iht-!"s (especially noticeable with all the false starts)

you're just standing there trying to process (/memorize) everything happening right in front of you

"can i he-hh-! can i hehh-help you?" - grumpy man can't get a full sentence out without stumbling over his words

"uh, ah, i was just uhh, wanting to follow up on..." literally nothing, you're lying through your teeth

he'd probably be a little more snarky if he didn't sound so breathy and desperate. "it can- hih! it can- hihh! i-it can wai-ayh-ayht-!"

you, dazed and distracted, unable to pull your eyes away and hoping to cover your ass with a stupid joke: "...am i giving you stage fright?"

it's like he takes it as a challenge, immediately pitching forward with a flurry of sneezes that practically tumble into one another

you need to sit down.

"iehht- tshoo! -tishiew! ahh-hh heyht-tdshu!"

you have sat down.

he's mumbling something under his breath, sad handkerchief cupped around his mouth and nose

pauses, catches your eye, decidedly does not blow his nose because "you're staring. am i that entertaining when i make a mess of myself?"

"bless you." - you, moments later, blushing and willing yourself to get to your feet until-

"ah ah ah! no, no, none of that. sit back down, dear. we need to have a little talk about this little staring problem of yours."

you start stuttering over excuses until he shakes his head in slight reprimand

he has a Look. a Look of Knowing.

moves his hair right up next to yours

"help me understand, would you please? i'm so curious to know how one finds these spectacles so captivating."

????? what do you even say to that? why is he picking at one of the down blankets you keep around for cold spells?

"why don't you give me a little demonstration, hm? i'm sure i'm bound to understand something if i'm the one in the audience."

oh. Oh. "that might not be the best idea..."

god, that tiny feather pinched between his fingers looks so tickly

"oh, come now, it won't be so bad! just slightly humiliating in a most mundane manner of speaking." "unless, of course, you tend to react differently to this sort of... stimulation, shall we say?"

right as he reaches for your face, he stills, mumbling a habitual apology and warning: "oh, one moment, i need to-!"

nothing. he cracks an eye open and laughs. "you're so terribly easy, hah! ah, this will be fun."

cue al/astor hovering over you, knee between yours to keep you from squirming, inducing you over and over until you're a mess in every sense

[allergyenthusiast]

in the middle of a fight scene huh

[allergyenthusiast]

why are we adding this

[allergyenthusiast]

this kink has ruined my ability to read books without harboring suspicions when sneezes are mentioned more the once

[allergyenthusiast]

the sequel is also guilty of adding odd off-hand mentione of snz. i'm thoroughly suspicious.

[allergyenthusiast]

in other news i am fucking feral for human al/as/tor

[onetrickponi]

First art of 2026, I guess? A little rusty….

[allergyenthusiast]

this kink has ruined my ability to read books without harboring suspicions when sneezes are mentioned more the once