loved both your fics omg thank you so much for those!!!! would you be willing to write something with vi? whether a cold or allergies (I personally headcannon her experiencing terrible hay fever up in piltover due to lack of exposure living in the undercity and being locked up in stillwater). but anything works really. I just loooove their dynamics so much, can't get enough of them being domestic and caring for each other
Anon, I am in a write-y mood and you are the reaper of its benefits! Also this got kind of long,,, sorry (?)
cw: allergies, sneezing
First Spring in Piltover- Vi (Arcane) Allergies
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Spring had arrived in Piltover, a season full of life, vibrant colors, and blossoming flowers. The city, known for its towering spires and industrious heart, was now blanketed in hues of pink, purple, and yellow. The streets were lined with lush gardens, the air filled with the delicate scent of fresh blossoms, and the sound of the wind rustling through trees seemed to whisper the promise of renewal.
But for Vi, none of it felt like a celebration.
“Bless you,” Caitlyn said, turning to her partner with an exasperated but affectionate smile as Vi sneezed for the fifth time in the span of a minute.
Caitlyn and Vi were out patrolling the streets of Piltover, on their usual day to day rounds one especially warm day in late March.
Vi sniffled, rubbing at her nose with the back of her hand. She looked miserable, her eyes red and watery, her face flushed from the constant sneezing that seemed to come in relentless waves.
“Ugh, thadks,” Vi grumbled, scowling at the world as if it had betrayed her. “I dod’t ged id. I’ve never had this problemb before. What the hell is happeding to mbe?”
Caitlyn cooed softly at Vi’s stuffy voice and reached over to gently stroke her cheek, then quickly adjusted the strap of her rifle as she continued to lead them down the cobblestone path near the Piltover gardens. “It’s called hayfever, darling. You’re allergic to pollen. This is your first spring here, right?”
Vi glared at the flowers blooming in the distance, as if they were conspiring against her. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s just... it’s just...”
She sneezed again, her body jerking forward with the force of it, a sharp “hhUH’schew!”
“Bless you,” Caitlyn repeated, a bit more sympathetically this time. She slowed her pace, her gaze softening as she watched Vi try to control the relentless tickle in her nose.
“I’m fine,” Vi muttered, brushing away the tears that were starting to form at the corners of her eyes. Her voice was hoarse now, as if the constant sneezing had already taken its toll on her. “I can handle it. Just... just need to get used to it, right?”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re fine?”
Vi nodded, but her expression was anything but convincing. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Let’s keep moving. We’ve got a lot to—”
Her breath hitched suddenly, and her eyes widened.
“hEH’dshoo! hhH’gGGKTCHHUHh!”
The sneezes caught her by surprise, causing her to stumble a little. Caitlyn immediately reached out to steady her, a concerned look on her face.
“Bless you, sweetheart,” Caitlyn said again, this time holding back a laugh as she helped Vi regain her footing. “You really don’t look fine. Maybe we should go home.”
Vi sighed and adjusted the gloves on her hands, a futile attempt to distract herself from the miserable sensation that had overtaken her. “It’s just... It’s just spring. I’ve been in Zaun my whole life, Cait. I wasn’t exactly exposed to a lot of pollen down there. Besides, we’re working.”
“Clearly,” Caitlyn said dryly, her lips curving into a gentle smile. She moved ahead slightly, her steps measured as she led Vi toward a quiet bench where they could take a moment to rest. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something that will help.”
Vi reluctantly sat down on the bench, her nose still twitching. “What? You think you can just wave a magic wand and fix this?”
Caitlyn laughed softly, kneeling beside Vi and pulling a small pouch from her bag. “Not magic. Just something my mother used to make when I was a kid. It’s a simple remedy for seasonal allergies. I think it’ll help.”
Vi watched her, still sniffling and rubbing her nose. “You’re not trying to get me to drink some weird concoction, are you? Last time you tried that, I ended up tasting dirt for a week.”
Caitlyn smirked, “I promise, no dirt involved. Just a small herbal solution. You don’t even drink it.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, but she was too miserable to protest. “Fine, fine. Let’s see if it actually works.”
Caitlyn gently pressed a small cloth to Vi’s face, letting the calming scent of eucalyptus and chamomile fill the air. The soft pressure and the soothing aroma were a welcome distraction.
“Breathe in deep,” Caitlyn instructed, her voice soft but firm. “This should help clear your sinuses.”
Vi did as she was told, inhaling deeply, and to her surprise, she felt a wave of relief almost immediately. The tickle in her nose subsided for a moment, and she managed to take a few steady breaths without the overwhelming urge to sneeze.
“Okay, I’ll admit,” Vi said, her voice tinged with reluctant admiration. “That actually works. How do you know all this stuff?”
Caitlyn shrugged, a faint blush creeping up her neck. “My mom used to be very... proactive about natural remedies. I spent a lot of time in her garden learning how to make things like this. I guess some of it rubbed off.”
Vi looked at Caitlyn for a long moment, noticing the tenderness in her expression as she tended to Vi’s comfort. It was such a contrast to the world they’d both come from—the harsh underbelly of Zaun, the ever-present struggle to survive. Caitlyn had grown up with a certain kind of privilege, but she’d never once seemed disconnected from the suffering of others. Vi was still getting used to how different things were here, in the shining city of Piltover.
“Well, I appreciate it,” Vi said softly, her tone almost bashful. She rubbed her nose again, but it was a less frantic gesture this time. “I don’t think I’d survive this without you.”
Caitlyn smiled, a warm, genuine expression that made Vi’s heart do an odd little flip. “It’s nothing, Vi. Besides, I think we both know I’d be completely lost without you, too.”
Vi laughed, though it was a bit hoarse. “Well, you’d be a lot safer if you didn’t keep getting into trouble with me.”
Caitlyn chuckled. “That’s a fair point.”
The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a while, the spring air filling their lungs with its fragrant sweetness. Vi’s nose was still a little sensitive, but it had become bearable, and for the first time since they’d stepped outside that morning, she felt like she could actually enjoy the day.
Just as she was starting to relax, the sneeze returned—sudden, powerful, and relentless.
“Hu'tschuhh!”
Vi leaned forward with the force of the sneeze, her body shaking from the intensity of it.
Caitlyn quickly reached out, ready with the small cloth once more. “Bless you... again.”
Vi sniffled, embarrassed, her cheeks flushed with the effort of trying to hold back another onslaught of sneezing. “This is the worst...”
Caitlyn’s expression softened in understanding. “I know. But it’ll pass. You’re just not used to it yet. Piltover’s spring can be a little... overwhelming if you’re not used to the pollen.”
Vi sighed, looking out at the gardens once more. The beauty of the flowers and the city’s charm seemed so foreign now, as though her body had decided to rebel against the natural world.
“I’b gonda get you back for this,” Vi muttered half-jokingly, her voice still stuffy from the sneezing. “I’b gonda sdneeze all over your fandcy clothes next time, just wait.”
Caitlyn laughed, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’ll survive.”
Vi shot her a playful glare, though there was a softness in her gaze that spoke volumes. “Yeah, well, just make sure you’re prepared for the next wave, ‘cause it’s coming. “Hu'tsssHuu! Huh-tshoOO! HAH-tzx!”
The onslaught of sneezes was so sudden that Caitlyn barely had time to react as she handed Vi a tissue with a smile. “Bless you, my love! I’m sorry you’re so sneezy, darling” Caitlyn doted with a kiss. “This pollen is oh so mean for doing this to you!” She teased.
Vi wiped at her nose, looking up at Caitlyn with a hint of affection in her gaze. “Alright,” Vi said with a deep breath, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Next time, I’m dragging you down to Zaun, and we’ll see how you like the smoke and grime.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “I think I’ll pass on that, thank you.” Vi laughed, her nose twitching again. “Yeah, you’d better! HHh-ngxt!” Vi stifled another sneeze lazily into her shoulder.
Caitlyn sighed, though her smile never wavered. “Bless you. Again.”
As they sat in the peaceful silence of the Piltover gardens, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the scent of fresh blooms, a sharp tone echoed from Caitlyn's communicator, breaking the calm.
"Kiramman," a voice crackled through the earpiece. Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed as she quickly adjusted the device and turned her focus to the information being transmitted. Vi, still trying to recover from her constant sneezing, groaned in frustration.
"Not now..." she muttered under her breath, but it was clear Caitlyn's mind was already elsewhere, processing the incoming intel.
Caitlyn shot a quick glance at Vi, her eyes apologetic. "We have a lead on the smugglers we’ve been tracking," she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. "We need to move. Now."
Vi blinked, still dazed by her allergies. "Wait—seriously? You want me to go after smugglers while I can’t even breathe?"
"Yes, I know it’s inconvenient, but it’s crucial," Caitlyn said, her voice firm yet soft. "Come on. We’ll make it quick. Just try to keep it together."
Vi, who was already fighting off the tickle in her nose, sighed deeply. She was just about to protest when her nostrils flared, and her breath hitched.
“Hh-hh...hH’TSCHH! Hh’R’CHH!” Vi’s body jerked with the sneezes, loud and forceful.
Caitlyn immediately shot her a warning look, her finger pressed to her lips, signaling for silence.
Vi’s eyes widened, a bit of panic in them. "I can’t help it!" she whispered, rubbing her nose fiercely.
Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, frustration evident in her voice as she hissed, "Just try, Vi, please. We’re not the only ones out here."
Vi quickly sniffled, her eyes watering. "I’ll... I’ll try, but I cad’t promise anything."
Just as Caitlyn was about to speak again, Vi’s breath hitched once more, too quickly to stop. "Hehh... Hh... Hih-HH’SHH!"
Caitlyn, in one swift motion, reached into her bag and pulled out a folded handkerchief, Kiramman logo front and center of course, and shoved it into Vi’s hands. “Press it against your nose, and hold it there,” Caitlyn whispered, moving in close. "It’ll help quiet them."
Vi’s face scrunched in frustration, but she pressed the cloth against her nose, trying to stifle the sneezes building up inside her. She managed to suppress one, but another wave quickly followed.
"Hh-ggkttchh...h-hh'RRGGHTCHH!" The muffled sneezes shook her body, but with the handkerchief pressed tightly against her face, the sound was less noticeable.
"Good," Caitlyn whispered, leaning closer and holding up a finger to her lips, signaling for Vi to stay quiet. They could hear the faint sounds of footsteps approaching from nearby. Caitlyn’s eyes scanned the area, her hand subtly resting on the grip of her rifle.
Vi’s breath was hitching again, but Caitlyn gently cupped her hand around Vi’s nose and mouth, muffling the sneeze before it escaped.
“Keep it down,” Caitlyn urged, her voice barely audible.
Vi, her face flushed and her eyes watering from the effort, nodded. She pressed her face into Caitlyn’s hand, trying to contain the tickle, but it was a losing battle.
Another sneeze surged, this one more forceful than the others. "HH’GSHH—hhH’KTTCHH!” It was muffled enough that it barely carried, but the force of it made Vi’s entire body shake.
Caitlyn quickly grabbed her jacket sleeve, pressing it against Vi’s nose in a final desperate attempt to keep the noise from drawing attention.
"Okay... okay, I’ve got you, darling,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice tinged with affection despite the anxiety.
Vi, her breath still coming in short gasps, shot her a look of gratitude. "You’re... you’re serious about this, huh?" she whispered, her voice still stuffy but softer now.
Caitlyn smiled, her lips curling slightly. “You can’t help sneezing, but I’ll make sure we don’t get caught.”
Vi managed a weak grin, still trying to control her irritated sinuses. “Yeah, well... maybe next time you can pick a mission with less pollen."
The footsteps came closer, but with Caitlyn's help, Vi held her ground, trying not to sneeze again as they both blended into the shadows of the trees, waiting for their moment.
“Alright,” Caitlyn said, after a long pause. “We move in five. Stay with me.”
Vi nodded. She had to. Even though she was miserable, she trusted Caitlyn. And right now, her partner’s quiet guidance was the only thing that kept her from letting the whole city hear her miserable plight.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Caitlyn's body stiffened, her senses sharp, every muscle primed for action. Vi, still struggling to stifle the allergic barrage building within her, could feel her breath catch in her chest. The pressure was unbearable, but she held firm, her hand clutching Caitlyn’s sleeve as though it were a lifeline.
The shadows deepened around them, the thick foliage of the Piltover gardens concealing them from view. Caitlyn’s eyes flicked between the narrowing gap between them and the approaching footsteps, her mind calculating their next move with precision.
"Just... a little longer," Caitlyn murmured, her voice barely audible.
Vi nodded, doing her best to push aside the constant itch in her sinuses, her lungs protesting with each shallow breath. The handkerchief was soaked now, and it was becoming harder to hold back the sneezes. Her nostrils flared again as her breath hitched.
Caitlyn noticed the telltale signs and gently placed her hand on Vi’s shoulder, offering a quiet, reassuring squeeze. "Focus on me. Breathe slowly. We’ll get through this,” she whispered.
Vi swallowed, trying to steady herself, but her chest still felt tight. The sneezes weren’t done with her yet. Another one surged, and she could feel it building again, unstoppable. Her throat tickled violently. Caitlyn, noticing this, yanked Vi into a shadowed alley and quickly pressed her jacket sleeve to Vi’s nose and mouth.
“Hhh... hhh-hh'KKTCHH! Hh-hh...hh’ksnx!” The sneezes were muffled, and Vi even managed to stifle the last one, but each one left her feeling weaker, her control slipping.
Caitlyn, her expression still calm and composed, gently pressed Vi’s face into her side. “Just hold on.”
The footsteps were so close now that Caitlyn could almost make out the murmurs of the guards. They were just a few yards away. Caitlyn’s grip tightened on Vi, her fingers brushing against the rifle at her side. She was ready to move, to make the shot, if it came to that.
And then, just as it seemed the guards would round the corner, Vi’s next sneeze tore through her with a violent force, her body jerking in Caitlyn’s arms. “HHHSHH’KT! Hh’RRGGSHHH!”
It was louder than the others, the sound a dangerous risk to their position. For a split second, Caitlyn’s heart stopped. She heard the footsteps scuff to a stop, wait for a moment, before walking away again.
Caitlyn let out a slow breath, lowering her rifle. Vi, finally able to exhale, wiped her nose with the handkerchief. “That was close,” she whispered, wiping her eyes, still red from the constant sneezing.
Caitlyn nodded, her expression softening. "Stay with me, Vi. We’re not out of the woods yet."
Vi nodded, her head still pounding, but her trust in Caitlyn unshaken.
Caitlyn led the way, her movements swift and calculated, cutting through the dense garden underbrush with practiced ease. Vi followed, still fighting the relentless tickle in her nose but pushing through the discomfort. The muffled sneezes had become almost rhythmic now, each one a struggle, but Caitlyn’s presence kept her grounded.
They moved silently through the garden, the sounds of their footsteps barely audible beneath the soft rustling of leaves and distant city noise. Caitlyn’s sharp eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, every corner and shadow checked for potential threats. Vi’s mind raced, but the effort to keep herself quiet was taking its toll.
“Hhh... hhH’TSCHH! Hh’KTSHH!” The sneezes came in quick succession again, though this time Vi managed to catch them with the crook of her arm. She gritted her teeth, her face flushed with frustration, but Caitlyn’s reassuring nod kept her from losing focus.
They reached the outskirts of the garden, where the narrow alleyways of Piltover’s upper district converged. Caitlyn stopped, signaling for Vi to do the same. With a quick, practiced motion, she pulled out a small device from her belt and tapped a few buttons. The device flickered to life, displaying a series of coordinates and a faint blip on the map.
"We’re getting close," Caitlyn whispered, scanning the area. "The smugglers are nearby. They’ve been operating in this sector for weeks."
Vi, still struggling to keep herself composed, shot Caitlyn a side glance. “You know, I’m starting to wonder if the real mission is making it through this alive without blowing my nose off.”
Caitlyn smirked slightly, the first sign of a playful smile in what had been a tense few minutes. “You’ve got this, Vi. Just a little longer.”
Vi sighed dramatically, but she was grateful for the light-hearted comment. It made the pressure in her sinuses a little easier to bear. Still, as they pressed forward into the narrow alleyway, the scent of something unfamiliar reached her nose—a sharp, metallic tang, mixed with the unmistakable smell of smoke.
Her eyes widened. "Wait... I smell something," she said, her voice still thick with congestion.
Caitlyn raised a hand, signaling for silence. She turned her head slightly, eyes narrowing as she adjusted her stance. "Smugglers," she muttered under her breath. "They’re close."
Vi’s nose twitched again, the allergy flare-up threatening to escalate. She could feel another sneeze building. Her breath hitched, and Caitlyn, who had been keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings, caught the subtle movement.
"Not again," Caitlyn muttered, quickly moving to cover Vi. “Stay down,” she ordered, her voice low and firm.
Vi, her face scrunched with the effort to contain the tickle, did as told. Her eyes watered from the sheer force of her suppressed sneezes, but she remained crouched behind Caitlyn, doing her best to breathe through the congestion.
"Stay focused," Caitlyn whispered again. "We’re about to get some answers."
Just as Caitlyn finished speaking, a figure appeared at the end of the alley—one of the smugglers. The man was tall, wearing a dark cloak that blended into the shadows. His eyes darted left and right, clearly on edge. He stopped just short of Caitlyn and Vi’s position, seemingly sensing that something was wrong.
Vi’s breath hitched once more, a loud inhale that made Caitlyn tense. The smuggler was just a few steps away now, and the last thing they needed was for him to hear Vi’s impending sneeze.
"Vi, now," Caitlyn whispered urgently, her grip on her rifle tightening.
With an almost painful effort, Vi stifled the sneeze long enough to give Caitlyn the opening she needed. In one swift motion, Caitlyn rose from her crouch, her rifle aimed at the smuggler’s chest.
"Hands up!" Caitlyn commanded, her voice cold and authoritative.
The smuggler froze, his hands instantly rising in surrender. He had been caught off guard.
Vi, still holding the handkerchief to her nose, glanced at Caitlyn with a look of mixed relief and annoyance. "I thought we were gonna wait for backup," she muttered through clenched teeth.
Caitlyn’s gaze didn’t waver, her focus entirely on the smuggler. "Backup will be here in a few minutes," she said, "But we need answers now."
The smuggler swallowed hard, sweat forming on his brow. His eyes flickered between Caitlyn’s gun and the tense Vi, who was barely holding it together.
“You won’t get anything out of me," the man spat, but the defiance in his tone was already beginning to crack.
Vi could barely hear him through the fog of her congestion, but Caitlyn didn’t need to. With a sharp motion, she grabbed the man by the arm and spun him toward the nearby wall, pressing the barrel of her rifle against his back.
“You’re going to tell us everything,” Caitlyn said, her voice as cold and precise as ever. “Now.”
The smuggler let out a defeated sigh, slumping slightly. "Alright," he muttered. "Alright... I'll talk."
Caitlyn gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to Vi, signaling that they were in control. Vi, for all her discomfort, couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. Despite the sneezing fits, despite the allergies that had nearly given them away, Caitlyn had pulled them through once again.
Once they had all they needed from the Smuggler, and they were on their way home, Vi spoke.
“So, Cupcake. Now that we’re done here, you think a pretty girl might buy me a drink? I think I’ve earned it.”
Caitlyn’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I think you’ve earned a week’s worth of rest, darling. But a drink sounds good.”
“Maybe some cuddles when we get home?” Vi wondered, leaning her head against Caitlyn as they walked.
“Oh certainly, my darling.” Caitlyn hummed, as she planted a kiss to the top of Vi’s head. “You can have all the cuddles you like, all spring long.”
ignore this if you only write mlm but caitvi allergiessss.....
i generally write mlm relationships because i tend to hyper fixate on them more often, but i'm always happy to receive any asks! it's my first time writing cait/vi, so if their dynamic is off just lmk!
with that said, here's 1.4k of v/i suffering from allergies
After an admittedly rocky start to their relationship, Vi and Caitlyn have managed to settle into a peaceful domesticity. At least, as peaceful as it can be for the couple. They’ve only been living together for a couple of months, and it’s certainly had its ups and downs. Except now they seem to have found a steady contentment in sharing Caitlyn’s old apartment, which is nice by any standards. Its rich architecture differs vastly from the home Vi was raised in, but she’s started to make it her own as well: hanging posters where Caitlyn permits, reorganizing cupboards to better accommodate her height, and framing pictures of her family in the living room.
There’s only one problem that’s currently at the forefront of their focus. It’s not nearly as pressing as any of the issues they've faced before, but it’s giving Vi one hell of a time. The problem being spring in Piltover; everything is in full bloom, flowers displayed proudly in most yards or gardens, and the spring breeze carrying enough pollen to create a yellow coating over most outdoor areas.
Vi’s allergies have only really set in the past few days as spring has officially come about, and they’re practically insufferable for her. She’s not one to admit to weaknesses or discomfort, especially not to those she cares deeply for– ironic, isn’t it? The only person who can level with her stubbornness is Cait, and even then it’s a painstaking process.
The couple sits idly in their living room, Vi’s leg draped over Cait’s as she stretches out on their couch. The windows throughout the apartment are sealed tightly, despite Caitlyn’s typical preference of leaving them ajar to allow for a pleasant breeze. She’d learned her lesson two days ago, having left the bedroom window without second thought, only to wake up to Vi muffling a fit into her pillow. It’s safe to say she won’t be doing that again.
As Vi pesters her nose with her shirt sleeve, rubbing the itchy appendage side to side roughly, Cait pulls a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket, murmuring a soft, “here” as she offers it to her girlfriend.
“I’m fine, cupcake. I don’t want to soil your- hhhh-handkerchief,” Vi denies, her voice catching part way through the sentence but still continuing with steadfast determination. Cait rolls her eyes at Vi’s denial of her handkerchief, her gaze flicking down to observe the wet patch forming on her girlfriend’s sleeve.
“So you’d rather soil your shirt instead?” she teases, pressing her hankie into Vi’s palm despite her refusal.
“Point taken,” Vi mumbles, rubbing the silky synthetic fabric between two fingers. She turns it over, grinning as she notices Caitlyn’s initials embroidered neatly in the corner of the white cloth. She bites her tongue from teasing Caitlyn, knowing her girlfriend chooses to indulge in expenses such as these. Afterall, who is she to judge? If she’d grown up as rich as Caitlyn, she probably would’ve spent money on much more trivial things than embroidering a handkerchief— likely excessive amounts of booze and a good pipe similar to the one Vander had always used.
She smiles at Caitlyn with a fond expression, raising a hand to cup her cheek. Her fingers are rough and calloused against Caitlyn’s porcelain skin, and yet Caitlyn leans into the touch, her eyes drifting closed in a moment of vulnerability.
A moment rudely interrupted by the recurring itch plaguing Vi’s nose, “hhH- god, this fuckhhing- hhuh- hhH’sZSsChhew!”
“Ble-,” Caitlyn starts, only to be interrupted with a second, “hhHSZxChh!” caught into the folds of the handkerchief.
“Bless you,” she murmurs softly, watching as an allergic tear slips down her cheek, “oh darling, your allergies really are miserable today.”
Vi snorts back the liquid clinging to the base of her nose with a rough snNRK. Caitlyn restrains herself from tutting, hearing her mother’s sharp command of “Manners, Caitlyn,” ring in her ears. But she is not her mother, for better or for worse, so she shoves aside the urge to correct Vi’s behavior.
Vi leans forward as she groans, burying her nose in Caitlyn’s shoulder and mumbling, “you’re lucky I love you enough to live here.”
Caitlyn laughs, a hand coming up to stroke Vi’s hair, “lucky to hear your symphony of sneezes, hm?”
Vi doesn’t reply, instead pulling away from her girlfriend and pitching to the side. She barely raises her arm in time to half-cover the sudden expulsions, “hh’ehTSCHhhew– hhKsSXCHh!”
“Goodness, bless you,” Caitlyn exclaims in slight surprise at the force of the sneezes, cringing ever so slightly at the spray that lingers in the air.
Vi keeps her wrist held loosely in front of her face as she scrunches up her twitching nose, trying to coax out the next sneeze. After a particularly disappointing false start, Vi finally lowers her hand.
“You know, the handkerchief is only helpful if you use it,” Caitlyn prompts in amusement.
Vi huffs quietly, but picks up the hankie and wipes her nose roughly, leaving it tinged with a pinkish red hue, “happy now?”
“Very,” Caitlyn murmurs, her hand returning to its position on Vi’s head. Her fingers work their way through her girlfriend’s pink hair, scratching gently along her scalp and eliciting a quiet noise of contentment, one only Caitlyn has the privilege of hearing.
“How do Pilties- hhh- live like thhhHis…not aghhain,” Vi’s taunt is broken between hitching breaths, her frustrated expression melting into her customary ‘pre-sneeze’ expression. A few seconds pass, silent save for her huffing and hitching. She groans as it only results in another false start, berating her nose once again.
“I’d suspect most Zaunites are sensitive to the pollen in Piltover. Our ecosystems-”
“hhHSZCchh! snDf. Sorrhhy cupcake, not dhhH- hhK’tSCHhh! done,” Vi excuses lamely, tilting her head back against the couch in exasperation. Her nostrils flare, quivering with every inhale she takes.
“Bless you, bless you darling,” Caitlyn murmurs for what must’ve been the hundredth time that day. Vi had given up in trying to convince Caitlyn to stop blessing her every time, knowing her girlfriend’s manners are far too ingrained for her to stop.
“Thangks,” Vi mutters, kneading her nose against the palm of her hand with a wet squelch.
“Vi,” Caitlyn tuts, unable to resist the slight admonishment at her partner’s lack of etiquette.
“Cait,” Vi responds with a grin, lowering her hand and smirking at her girlfriend's slight annoyance. Wordlessly, Caitlyn presses the handkerchief back into Vi’s hand, reminding her that there’s a better way to attend to her nose than with her palm.
Examining the fabric again, Vi questions, “you really take this everywhere you go?”
“Yes, I do,” Caitlyn responds, her hand resuming its gentle affection against Vi’s scalp.
“Hm, seems like a lot of work just to carry around a snot rag.” Caitlyn scoffs slightly at Vi’s use of the words “snot rag”, flicking her head in response.
“Hey!” Vi laughs, “I’m just saying, it can’t be- hhH- can’t- hheh… hhiH-”
“Can’t what, love,” Caitlyn teases, knowing Vi will take it as a challenge to speak through the building sneezes.
“Can’t bhhHSZXSxch! be saniiiH-iHSKSCHHhew! sanitary to hhuh- fugkKHSSZsch’uh!” Vi gives up, fumbling to grab the hankie and muffle the ensuing fit. Caitlyn’s initial amusement dissipates as Vi snaps forwards with sneeze after sneeze, gasping between each expulsion.
Her hand moves to rub Vi’s back, murmuring soft comforts as the fit unfolds, “there you go, just breathe… I’ve got you… oh, that was a big one, hm?”
Once the sneezing subsides, Vi blows her nose messily into the folds of the handkerchief, tossing its sodden form onto the coffee table once she’s done.
“Bless you Vi. Are you okay?”
“I’mb ogkay- snDFF- I’m okay,” Vi mutters, resting back against Caitlin in exhaustion, “but your handkerchiefs not,” she jokes with a slight grin.
“Nothing a simple wash won’t fix,” Caitlin reassures her, her eyes flicking to see the discarded fabric, wet with mess.
The couple remains on the couch for the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening, staying closely intertwined as Vi struggles to control her allergies. Eventually, thank god, she finally agrees to take medicine to minimize her symptoms. Stubborn as she is, even she can recognize that she was fighting a losing battle.
for me, nothing hits quite like someone who's sick but like...still in a good mood? like either ignoring it or admitting they're not well but still pleasant to be around. like they sneeze and someone asks if they're ok and they just roll their eyes and say "yeah i just have a stupid fuckin cold" 🫠😳👁️👄👁️🤩
Electrician, scavenger, or science fiction adventurer/trespasser of any kind working to repair a power outage in some decrepit place--analogue flashlight perched between their teeth, fiddling with dusty wires, trying not to sneeze about it.
Caretaking that is casual. Caretaking that's domestic.
You're sick, but it's just a cold. You're exhausted and sleepy, but it's nothing too serious either, so there's no need to worry.
So you're on the couch, sipping tea, trying to read, ending up just lying there, huddled under your blanket, drowsy and halfway to sleep.
Meanwhile, your partner is sitting next to you, also reading. Or playing a video game while you are watching, blinking tiredly but happy to be entertained in this way.
Or it's your friends. They're chatting, talking about their days. Watching a film. All reading. Studying. Playing cards.
And you're just sort of... there. They ignore your sniffling, don't mind when you blow your nose. They don't think you're gross or annoying. Occasionally, somebody might walk by and absent-mindedly pet your head. Squeeze your shoulder. Without even really looking at you.
"You okay?", somebody says, half-amused, when you sneeze forcefully.
"Fine", you mumble, closing your eyes again.
"You want tea?", somebody asks, but it's just an afterthought. They were already on their way to get tea for themselves.
"You warm enough? Want my jumper?", somebody offers. But it's only because they just took it off since they felt too warm.
You're literally just... there. Like a pet. Still part of it even though you can't do much. And you're so happy to simply be around them, feel included. Know you are cared for even though the illness is not that bad. Know you are loved without having to do anything for it.
A thought about sneezes while cuddling on the couch…
You lay contently upon the couch with a blanket tossed across your legs and your head resting in their lap. It’s been a brutal week so the lazy way they run fingers through your hair, nails lightly scratching your scalp, has your busy mind steadily losing focus. The threat of a nap has weighted your eyelids and the quiet hum of voices from the TV serves as delightfully negligible background noise.
Here you can finally rest.
Just as sleep edges into your vision, your eyes creeping closed, the soothing motion of their fingers pauses. You hear their breath catch quietly and can envision how their hand now hovers expectantly before their face.
One. Two. Three. Four heartbeats later their soft sigh delivers a stroke of disappointment. Your thoughts, all too quick to spark with arousal, begin to dissipate. Just a tease.
Their hand resumes its position, fingers once again combing through your hair. But only a moment later it suddenly stops again. They drag an abrupt gasp, their body suddenly jolting beneath you as a sneeze shatters the calm. They weren’t quick enough and a rush of mist kisses your cheek. Instantly they jolt again. Two more sneezes rattle out of them sounding desperately itchy and demanding. These appear to be better covered since the sound is slightly muffled behind their cupped hand. In the wake, you hear them sniffle and release a vocal exhale of relief.
“Guuhh, sorry.” They whisper with a hint of embarrassment.
“Mmm, bless you,” The words come out as a purr, a dead giveaway to the sizzling arousal now coursing through your veins. Gooseflesh dapples your neck when you rotate to gaze up at them, a smile pulling across your lips when you find them blurry eyed and rubbing a hand beneath their nose.
a couple walking home from the store together, each carrying a grocery bag in one hand while holding hands with their partner with the other.
after a while one of them starts to fidget and grimace a bit, eventually letting go of their partner so that they can reach up and start rubbing at their nose with their free hand.
“sorry, I just… got a tickle…”
the rubbing quickly turns rather rough and indulgent, and there’s some sudden-onset sniffliness and wiping involved as well. afterwards they glance sideways at their partner with a guilty, apologetic expression, obviously reluctant to take their hand again, but their partner just smiles and hooks their arms together at the elbow instead.
“there we go. like a victorian couple out on a stroll. this way, you got a hand free in case you need to…”
“eh’tdjshihh!”
“…well, that.” a loving pat on their arm. “now, let’s go home and get some allergy meds in you.”
Polite sneezes are SOOO attractive like i love that they are helpless about their sneezes but always try to cover them with their arm or shirt (and somehow try to be as quiet/ soft as possible or stifle them because they don’t want to bother people with their sneezes). Plus point if they have good manners and very shy about it and keep on saying excuse me or sorry like arghhhh STOP that’s hot 🫵🫠
Two people getting coffee and baked goods...it looks like a date. One of them is clearly sick but didn't want to cancel. They're nodding as the other person talks, a faraway look in their eyes. Then they stifle, their whole body shuddering, gasping afterwards and accepting their date's blessings. They stifle two more times, once when they are talking and again when their date starts another story. Each stifle looks painful, the person's whole face squinching up with effort.
Eventually their date goes to the bathroom. Hazily, the person rummages in their bag for tissues and a small hand mirror. They blow their nose; it's loud and gurgling, and it sounds like they need two or three good blows for any real relief. Then, panic crosses their face and they glance towards the bathroom. They sneeze twice into their handful of tissues, hissing, forceful things that sound like the only thing that will actually give this person any relief. One quick blow after and they open the compact and check their face. They look 40% more comfortable, but 0% less sick. How they thought they could fool their date is anyone's guess.
wheres that post talking abt ppl still being competent while being sick because yes. but also. when being sick makes ppl worse at their jobs/hobbies. fumbling and slow and foggy and apologetic. yeah thats good stuff. u can work thru the cold but u cant deny ur off ur game
The previous post I reblogged reminded me of this: I have such a thing for a very specific stifling scenario.
Someone is embarrassed about sneezing fit whatever reason, and usually they opt for stifling to avoid drawing attention/making noise/making a mess, but sometimes their allergies get so bad that stifling becomes painful/incredibly uncomfortable. They still do it out of habit and embarrassment.
Their partner can tell when it starts getting uncomfortable (the way their face scrunches up, the shaky breath they let out in the aftermath, the way their post sneeze apologies sound so congested) and gently coaxes them into letting it out. Their partner hands them a few tissues, watches them hitch as they prepare to sneeze again, and then tells them gently, "It's okay, just let it out."
They stutter through a half stifle, then finally bury their nose into the tissues and let out a series of itchy sneezes. They sigh heavily in relief when it's over, wiping their nose and looking up at their partner with gratitude. Their partner just smiles and says, "Bless you, darling."
I don’t know if I even have the followers for this but…
Do you consider your interest in sneezing a kink or a fetish?
Kink
Fetish
I don’t know
Voting ended onSep 10, 2024
Basically, a kink is more just like, an interest you can get off to, a part of play in sex. But a fetish is like, an intrinsic part of your sexuality, it’s really hard for you to get off without it or imagining it: you can trace back the shame you felt around it before puberty. For me I know that it’s a fetish, but I noticed that most people on snzblr use the word “kink” more often so I just wanted to ask.
Yesterday I was at a thrift store and the guy working was sneezing non-stop.
He had reddish brown hair, brown eyes, tallish, and had alt-grunge style, his sneeze was very itchy sounding, half of them were stifled and then eventually he gave up on stifling and he sneezed freely, they were medium volume and he at one point just held a tissue up to his nose while working.
This got me thinking about thrift store workers being allergic to perfumes or animals and when people donate clothes the employees would go through the clothes and would get sneezy from it, but they have no other choice so they’re just sneezy and miserable but they have to do their job.
A usually downplays or stifles their sneezes, but just now they have whipped out a tissue. They smash their sneeze(s) into it and then keep it in place. Sheepishly, they meet B’s eyes over the top of the tissue.
A thought that won’t leave my brain so here:
A has got nasty bouts of insomnia and B one night wakes up to their lover who is struggling. They’d finally managed to sleep earlier, but it’s obvious, something has woken A up. It doesn’t take B long to figure out as A smothers another sneeze into submission, shaking the bed with it.
I can see B in my brain just making a little sympathetic noise, as they stretch their arm out to the nightstand on the side of their bed snagging the box of tissues there, before rolling over to A. Sitting up and carefully swinging their leg over so they can sit on A’s stomach. A weakly tries to apologize for waking them, as B cuts them off pressing the back of their hand to their forehead, humming a little at the feverish warmth they feel before taking the tissues and gently tending to their nose.
Maybe collecting a bottle of Vic’s and gently sliding their shirt over their head, before gently rubbing the menthol gel on their chest. Dutifully catching the sneezes the heavy scent draws out in a tissue-clad palm.
B then settles with their lover’s head resting on their chest combing their fingers through their hair, or just rub their back, drawing soft shapes on their skin with their fingertips. Ignoring the draw of sleep in favor of taking care of poor A who already has such a hard time sleeping without being sick.
B is only able to finally relax when they feel A’s breath start to even out as they start to snore softly.
Just a soft intimate moment between two people that doesn't require a lot of words.
"Doing research" on how/why cold symptoms can manifest differently for different people and read something along the lines of "some people are prone to more pronounced symptoms in certain areas" just because of genetics/anatomical structure and by "certain areas" they DID mean parts of the body and by "parts of the body" they did mean that the physical structure of someone's nose might make them sneeze more with a cold. 😵💫
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