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[onelittleaster]

Sneeze kink blog, if that's not your thing then move along! Minors dni!

Hello! You can call me Aster- I'm a long-time lurker that now is aiming to be an interactive member of the community, though I am a bit nervous lol!

I have a Lot of interests but G/enshin I/mpact is probably the biggest rn!

You can follow even if you aren't a snz kink blog, but if you aren't, please don't reblog!

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[ahtchew]

I know no one is going to read this, but I’m desperate enough to try. One of my kittens got rushed to the emergency vet today and was ultimately diagnosed with panleukopenia, the cat version of parvo. I’ve applied for and maxed out all the credit lines I have to pay for his treatment on the chance, even though it’s small, that he may pull through. I couldn’t just end his life like that. He’s only 4 months old. Please, if anyone can donate to help pay for his vet bill, it would be beyond appreciated. They’re quoting 6000 total atm, and I’m able to pay 4k myself. It’s the 2000 difference we’re struggling to find after I was just out of work for a month for my own surgery.

I never thought I would ever have to do this. I know it probably won’t get traction. But I had to try for my baby. Please. Any kind of help is appreciated. If you’re willing, I can message my Venmo

[doublegsnz]

Can you please elaborate on these wedding sneezes you speak of?

I’m sooo allergic to lilies!! I could feel my nose tickling as I walked in, so I sat as far away from the flower arrangements as possible, but I knew it was going to be bad. They were the big white ones with pink inside, and I could just feel a sneeze building and building.

There was a woman a few rows in front of me who sneezed a couple of quite strong sneezes while we were waiting to start, which *did not* help, because I was trying not to think about the tickle. (I’ve always thought that lilies are a risky wedding flower because it seems like lots of people are either allergic to them, or just sneeze because the scent is so strong.)

I couldn’t stop myself sneezing (of course!!) but I was doing a good job of stifling - but then the bridesmaids and bride walked down the aisle with their bouquets and I sneezed a huge sneeze because I couldn’t hold it back. I remember being relieved because everyone was sitting down again, and so it wasn’t obvious. BUT then I couldn’t stifle - I had a handkerchief so I muffled them, but once I start to sneeze with lilies I can lose control quite quickly, so I fled to the toilets after a while and sneezed (and sneezed and sneezed) out the tickle!!

Luckily the bride wasn’t someone I was super close to (family friend) so neither of us was particularly upset that I missed the ceremony.

Here’s a video from a couple of years ago that I don’t think I’ve posted (maybe the audio at some point?) of me losing it at the end of a lily sneezing fit (that I thought was recording but wasn’t - I think I needed to sneeze so badly that I didn’t manage to hit the record button, and only noticed right at the end🤣). I don’t usually sneeze in multiple multiples like this, but lilies = chaos.

[sylviluna]

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Tw: snz ofc, very vocal and moany sounding hitches, possible quality loss from having to downsize the file

stark contrast to my last post, but I remembered a request to post some ragweed sneezes a while back so here's a recording I did a few weeks back I think? Bit different sounding than my normal sneezes - ragweed really brings out the big and intense sneezes for me sorry if thats not yalls jam lol

[onelittleaster]

so can we all like. Collectively agree that being slingshot back to the top of the blog while editing tags more than a few posts down on tumblr mobile, EVERY TIME, is bullshit

Oh my g o d

I'm just glad I didn't wait LONGER, so much scrolling omg

Anyway, updated organization tags mostly for myself but have at em xD

[onelittleaster]

thinking about rainbow roses. l/yney giving one to a/ether. maybe more, as l/yney does. but a/ether is allergic

however, he also doesn't want his precious magician crush friend to feel bad. so he takes them. but he can't help but sneeze eventually-

but as luck would have it. l/yney is into it. and maybe they can have some fun

[hitchykitty]

I love you so much disabled/chronically ill/immunocompromised snzfuckers!!!!

Your life matters & you matter so much 💖💖💖

[hitchykitty]

HAPPY DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH TO THE SICK/CHRONICALLY ILL/IMMUNOCOMPROMISED/DISABLED SNZFUCKERS!!!!!!

I love you!!!!!!!!! I see you!!!!!!! I’m so happy you’re here!!!!!!!! We deserve accessibility & care & to be seen!!!!! 🫂🥰♿️💖

[glitterrosesnzz]

lavender oil

a s/ethos/cara fic for the people

(also uh... an asexuals first attempt at writing nsfw i guess)

"You seem stressed."

The Wanderer barely kept himself from startling as Sethos leaned over his shoulder, staring down at the paper the Wanderer was currently trying to write.

Key word being try.

With everything that had happened recently, from giving his core to Sandrone in Nod Krai to dealing with a Dottore corrupted Irminsul, it was significantly harder to focus on his studies. One would think that Dottore being gone would make it easier to think, but no, his mind just kept spinning back to it, replaying everything over and over.

Not to mention the fact that Dottore had figured out who he was, without the help of being connected to Irminsul. Could the other Fatui Harbingers do the same? He was trying not to be too concerned about it, but if his presence in Sumeru made it a target…

"Hey hey hey, don't space out on me." Sethos waved a hand in front of the Wanderer's face, and the Wanderer batted him away with a glare.

"Try be interesting enough to keep my attention." When Sethos' expression didn't change, the Wanderer let out a sigh. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what's got you so stressed. More so than usual, I mean." Sethos lightly tapped the paper on the table, "I've never seen you struggle to write something before."

The Wanderer huffed, leaning back in his chair with precisely zero intention to tell Sethos about any of his internal thoughts. Sethos, thankfully, seemed to pick up on his unwillingness to talk about it.

"Or, if you don't want to talk about it…" He trailed off for a moment, clearly debating something. "I uh, I have some things in my apartment that I use to help me relax, if you wanna try them."

"…Are you propositioning me?" The Wanderer was pretty sure he wasn't, but still, it was fun to watch the way Sethos' expression change to one of nervous fluster.

"Wha- I- No! No, no, I just meant, like, essential oils and stuff." Sethos let out a slightly nervous laugh, "They're not always effective for everyone, but they help me relax a bit. I thought it might help you a little bit."

….Essential oils, huh.

Just thinking about them made him itchy… but.

He was well aware of the way Sethos… liked it when he sneezed. He was more subtle about it than the Traveler, but he wasn't that subtle. Not to mention the fact that the Wanderer had been subjected to the Traveler and Sethos' scheming multiple times already…

But Sethos didn't have that look in his eyes that he normally did when planning to mess with Wanderer in this way. Did he truly not even consider the possibility? Then again, he was pretty sure Sethos had only ever been witness to him sneezing from pollen, elemental energy or, ugh, sympathy. He can't remember a time he's sneezed from perfume in front of Sethos…

So… did that mean…

Hm.

He supposed… Sethos had been incredibly helpful during the most recent incident… and it wasn't like the Wanderer had ever specifically thanked him for his aid…

(Not to mention, Sethos had seemed plenty stressed recently too).

"…Fine." Wanderer grabbed his paper and roughly shoved it into the book he'd been using for references (which the Akademiya had recently started demanding he use), fully intending on returning for it later. He dutifully ignored the pleased-with-himself expression on Sethos' face as the other started yapping about some random subject or other as he started leading the way to his place, the Wanderer silently following behind him.

He'd better not regret this.

~

Sethos slid a box out from underneath his bed, and the Wanderer barely kept himself from cringing as a strong scent filled the air as soon as it opened.

He was maybe starting to regret this. Just a little.

"C'mon, sit down!" Sethos said, and the Wanderer, not wanting to draw any suspicion, quietly and obediently sat down on the floor beside him. "Now, where did I put the lavender…"

His nose itched. The scent… wasn't really fading. If anything, it was getting stronger even. The Wanderer could only hope his eyes weren't glowing already, he'd left his hat over in Sethos' entryway. He had nothing to hide his face with.

He was so focused on Not Showing Any Reaction that he got startled, again, when Sethos suddenly held his hand out to him.

"Jeez, you're jumpy today…" Sethos said, staring at him questionably, "…I guess that's just more evidence to how much you need this. Give me your wrist."

"…Why?" Despite asking, the Wanderer still held out his wrist to him.

"There's specific points where the oils get absorbed into the skin better-"

(Would that even work on his false puppet skin?).

Sethos let a few drops of oil fall onto the Wanderer's wrist, using his thumb to rub it into the Wanderer's skin, continuing his explanation, but the Wanderer was no longer listening.

Fuck that stuff was strong. Much stronger than he had anticipated.

His eyes were definitely glowing now. Thankfully, Sethos didn't seem to notice, moving to do the Wanderer's other wrist.

Still, the Wanderer wanted to hold out for just a little longer.

He wasn't going to just give in that easily.

And yet, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his nose against his wrist- his wrist with the lavender oil already on it.

"HihhH-" The Wanderer hurridly shut off his breathing, but it was too late, Sethos' eyes had already snapped up to him.

"Oh, your eyes are- uh. Is the scent bothering you?"

The Wanderer waited until he was absolutely certain that letting out his breath wouldn't instantly trigger a sneeze before answering.

"What do you th-think?" …Okay. The small waver in his voice was… managable.

Sethos, though, suddenly looked hesitant.

"Um." He started setting the bottle down. "I can get a washcloth and wash it off of you-"

"It's fine." The Wanderer answered before he could even think about it. Sethos seemed like he was caught off guard, so Wanderer hurried to add- "I'm fine."

"Are you… sure?" Sethos asked- and the Wanderer would've sassed him had his breath not abruptly caught.

"Hh- hiIH—" The Wanderer pinched his nose shut, stifling a sneeze into silence. "Ggh… Just- just hurry up and finish putting it o-onnHhihh- hh-hH—"

"Uh- Okay, okay. Okay. If, if you say so." Sethos had that look to him again, and the Wanderer had to supress a smirk at the slight hint of nervousness in the other's voice. At least going through with this was actually getting him some fun results.

The Wanderer ended up stifling three more sneezes into complete silence before suddenly Sethos was shoving a pillow at him.

"Here just- muffle into this." He said, when he caught the bewildered look Wanderer gave him before he was snapping forwards with yet another silent stifle. "If you're going to… get worse when I add more then… you probably shouldn't stifle with your hands."

…Sethos was probably right. Keeping his hands, with the oil on his wrists, so close to his face definitely wasn't helping. And he did decide to do this to indulge Sethos specifically, so it would be best to follow along with what he wanted…

Still though, it took more effort than he wanted to admit to bring his hands down and grab the pillow- an audible "Hiih'NXTtii!" slipping out as he did so.

"Cute."

The Wanderer shot Sethos a glare, before his head ducked down into the pillow with another stifle. At the very least the pillow would hide his own blush…

"Hh'nXTiu!!"

Even though it didn't really seem to muffle the sound very well.

"Hm, well, I can't exactly get to your temples when you're like that…" Sethos mumbled… "I guess I should just-"

The Wanderer could hear Sethos moving, but chose not to pay attention to it, instead deciding to attempt to hold back his next sneeze.

"Hh… hih- hh-… hEH-… hhH…"

Sethos' fingers lightly touched the back of Wanderer's neck.

The Wanderer jolted, a noise inbetween a squeak and a- a moan slipping out of him before-

"hEH'xNtiu!!!"

…Fuck.

He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the sneeze had been enough to distract Sethos from-

"Did you just- just moan?"

Damn it.

When the Wanderer didn't respond, Sethos hesitantly reached out to touch the symbol on the Wanderer's neck again.

Half expecting it, the Wanderer nearly bit down on his tongue trying to prevent himself from repeating the humiliating noise.

He failed.

"Holy shit, you did!" Sethos laughed- and the Wanderer briefly abandoned the idea of hiding his face in order to twist around and whack Sethos with the pillow, knocking him over. "Ahk-"

Unfortunately, doing so was enough of a distraction that-

"HehH'KShiu!!" A gust of anemo blew through Sethos' room, and the Wanderer in just the slightest bit of a panic dropped the pillow to pinch his nose shut again. "Hh'NXttii!! 'nXt- 'NTtii! —!!"

It took him a second to get ahold back on stifling silently, but when he did it- it almost seemed like his body didn't really want to stop sneezing. He snapped forwards with must've been about seven or eight more silent stifles before he felt Sethos grab hold of his arms.

"Woah woah woah, you're going to make yourself dizzy."

Not really, the Wanderer was pretty sure he'd survived worse fits than this without any of the telltale dizziness humans seemed to get. Not needing to breathe was incredibly useful on that front.

Still though, that didn't stop Sethos from trying to forcibly pull the Wanderer's hands away from his face. The Wanderer resisted for a moment, before once again remembering that he had indeed decided to do this to indulge Sethos.

He didn't resist the second time Sethos pulled- which unfortunately meant that Sethos tugged with just a little too much strength-

And the Wanderer's next stifled sneeze was muffled against Sethos' shoulder.

Which, of course, Wanderer would've found mortifying- if it weren't for the shudder that racked through Sethos' body.

Oh. Right. Okay. He could work with this.

He freed his hands from Sethos' grip, and before Sethos could process or react, the Wanderer adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the back of Sethos' clothes-

-and lightly positioning his knee in between Sethos' legs.

If he hadn't already been aware that Sethos' was aroused by what was going on, this would've confirmed it.

"Hh-h'XnTtiu!!" The Wanderer jolted forwards with another sneeze, his knee lightly nudging against Sethos and-

Oh. The sound the other made was-

(Wanderer wanted to hear it again).

He jerked forwards with another sneeze, and was rewarded with another one of those sounds-

Sethos' hand touched the back of Wanderer's neck, and the Wanderer's next hitching gasp was abruptly cut off by a moan of his own. Still though, he didn't protest as Sethos started lightly tracing the symbol on the back of his neck.

It felt… good. Really good.

The sounds it drew out of him were significantly more embarrassing than the sneezes though, but it wasn't like he could swallow those noises down when his nose was so i- ihh- itchy-

"hH'KShhii!!" Fuck, he was too caught up in how good he felt to stifle, a burst of anemo filling the room. Sethos paused in his tracing, and the Wanderer was silently thankful for it, as it made it so there was nothing to interrupt him from- "hH’IShKiiu!! Hh-heHH'IShiu!! hih-h- hH- haH'Kshiuu!! 'Ksh-'shh- hH'SHkii-'ksh!! hEH'KSHhiiu!!"

Sethos let out a cry, shuddering much more intensely than before, and it took the Wanderer a moment of post-sneeze fit haze to figure out that Sethos had actually came.

"…Tch. Pathetic." Wanderer pulled back a bit, letting go of Sethos' clothes. "Hh- 'KShiu!!"

Dammit. His nose still itched a bit. That lavender oil sure was effective…

"Gyah?!" The Wanderer jolted with surprise as Sethos suddenly pulled him back closer to him, returning to softly tracing the back of the Wanderer's neck.

"What, did you think I wouldn't return the favour?" Sethos asked, sounding slightly breathless. The Wanderer squirmed slightly, the pleasure from before returning immediately, and Sethos let out an inquisitive noise. "Hm, I wonder what would happen if I-"

A jolt of electricity sparked against the back of the Wanderer's neck, and abruptly he was biting down on his lip hard, the markings on his body glowing brightly for a completely different reason this time.

Sethos let out a light chuckle as the glow died down.

"Guess that was effective."

"Shut up." The Wanderer was tempted to smack him on the arm, and the only reason he didn't was because- "Hh'Nxtii!!"

"Alright alright alright. We should get that oil washed off of you… among other things."

This time, the Wanderer did smack him.

[snzcomfortblog]

i take cashapp/paypal but will try alternate forms of transfer if necessary I am Slightly desperate only a tiny bit just a little

[snzcomfortblog]

Dude we can't even buy water fuck my life man this is why I haven't posted for days

[ohgodnonotthis]

guys please help my friend if you can

[ceciliasniffles]

If you chose to pick fruit in the La/uma snzfic, here’s your ending! Relationships are open to interpretation (aka this was not intended as ship but like they’re both adults you can ship em if you wanna)

Gathering fruit, Lauma determines, is the best option. There’s not many people out where the best fruits grow, so she can sneeze as much as she’d like, and being out in nature should help her cold.

So she’d think, anyway.

She’s trembling as she picks the fruits, her arms aching from holding the basket and from reaching over her head. The frigid winds send goosebumps all over her skin, and when she sneezes, some of her fruits fall from the basket, slowing her progress immensely.

She slowly fills two baskets, and is halfway through the third when she remembers that today she was supposed to go and check on Kuutar, and make sure her Moon Maiden had everything she needs.

She takes her half filled basket with her, too tired to put it with the others or to go and fetch other foods for Kuutar. These apples are fresh and ripe and sweet; they will make a fine treat for her.

Lauma is shivering uncontrollably by the time she reaches Silvermoon hall, sneezing every few steps. She catches each sneeze with one hand, but her antlers make her almost lose her balance each time.

“Kuutar?” She calls softly, stepping onto the lush carpet of flowers. Her voice scrapes over her throat and she coughs.

There is no answer, which is not uncommon, so she continues walking. Her nose tickles as she makes her way through the cavern, and as much as she tries to hold it back, a sneeze bursts out of her, echoing off the walls.

“HhhHH’ehtcHUUU!”

“Bless you.” The musical voice speaks from beside her, Columbina appearing at her side.

“Oh!” Lauma jumps a bit, nearly stumbling as her head tips to the side once more. “Kuutar. You startled me.”

“I’m sorry.” Columbina tilts her head to the side a bit. “Is that not what one says when another sneezes?”

“No, it is.” Lauma sniffles into the back of her wrist. “I just… didn’t see you co— Aaeshuu!“

“Bless you again.” Columbina hesitates. “Are you alright, Lauma?”

“Thank you. I am fine.” Lauma tries not to sniffle again. She holds out her offering for Columbina to take. “I brought you some fruit. It is freshly picked, and should be delicious.”

“Hm…” Columbina’s brows furrowed slightly. Her expressions are hard to read with her eyes closed and behind that blindfold, but she appears to be thinking deeply.

“Thank you,” she says at last, one hand roving slowly over the basket to choose an apple. “Everything you have brought me so far has been quite a novel experience. I only…”

She trails off, and Lauma’s heart leaps. Was Kuutar about to make a request?

The reborn Moon goddess has been withdrawn and quiet this whole time, thanking Lauma for the things she brings, but never saying anything when asked if there is anything else she could want. She will only hum thoughtfully, a meloncholic look on her face that tells Lauma there is much she longs for, but nothing she feels comfortable to say.

“If there’s something else I could bring you, Kuutar,” she says encouragingly. “I would be more than happy to… hheh… hhEHH— Hhhe’shtuu! … to fetch it.”

Columbia shakes her head slightly. “It’s… less of something to get, and more something to do.” She holds out one hand, extending her fingers in an open gesture. “Would you stay and keep me company for a bit, Lauma? The khuehenki are friendly, but even they come and go like the wind.”

Lauma actually hesitates for a moment, worrying about all her other chores and duties. But, when it comes down to it, is she not the leader of the Moon’s religion, the head priestess of Kuutar herself?

“Of course, Kuutar,” she says sincerely. She places her hand in the moon goddess’s.

Columbina smiles.

As Lauma steps forward, the weight on her head suddenly increases, her antlers growing in the light of the moon goddess’s khuvaki. Tired as she is, Lauma can’t hold her chin up.

Lauma brings one hand up to try to balance herself, holding her head up. The sudden motion has made her so, so dizzy.

Then, a cool touch settles on her shoulder. “Lauma?”

“I— I’m alright,” Lauma says, embarrassed. “It’s just… the khuuvaki… my antlers are quite heavy today.”

“Oh.” Columbina is silent for a moment. Then, she stretches up on her tiptoes, touching a fingertip to Lauma’s antlers.

There’s a soft hum, and slowly the overwhelming sense of energy fades, Lauma’s antlers settling back into their usual size.

Lauma lets her head rest in her hands a moment longer, letting out a sigh of relief. “How…? eeH’shh! …How did you do that?”

“Bless you.” Columbina withdraws her hand, taking the moonlight with her. “I simply drew the khuuvaki towards myself, instead of letting it flow around you. Just as I can focus it to go out, I can also bring it back in.”

As if to demonstrate, she holds up a small, swirling orb of silver-blue energy. Even with it contained in the palm of her hand, Lauma can feel the khuuvaki energy radiating from it.

“Snf… Amazing, Kuutar.”

Columbina does not answer, occupied by guiding the khuuvaki with a wave of her hand. Swirling trails spread from her palm, the moon’s energy fading off into the fathermost corners of Silvermoon hall.

“There,” she says softly. “That should keep your antlers from growing too much while you are here. Provided you stay towards the center, anyway.”

“You have my thanks.” Lauma risks lifting her head again, and is punished for it with another wave of dizziness and a splitting headache. “Oh… I…”

Columbina catches her arm as she stumbles, slowly guiding her across the flowery field. “If your head is still too heavy, why not lay it down for a while?”

She leads Lauma to the silver moon carvings she likes to sit on, and kneels with her back on the stone. “While I don’t have any need for pillows here besides the grass, my lap is one that I can offer to you.”

Who is Lauma, really, to deny the wishes of her goddess?

And the idea of laying down sounds so, so good right now…

“If you are sure you’re alright with it,” she says slowly, lowering herself into the soft grass. “Then I suppose that for a short while…”

Columbina nods once as Lauma lays down. She shifts so that the sharp tips of her antlers hang in the wait, Lauma’s head cushioned in her lap. One hand rests beside Lauma’s antlers, sitting still yet comforting over her hair.

Perhaps it isn’t entirely selfish to choose to stay here, where the cold wind only howls outside, as if nothing but a lullaby.

Or, perhaps, even if it is, it’s alright.

Despite telling herself that it’s only for a moment, within minutes, Lauma drifts off to sleep in Columbina’s lap.

Columbina smiles, listening to Lauma’s quiet breathing, slow and even as she rests at last.

“Sleep well, Lauma.”

[onelittleaster]

You guys have been so awesome with responses to my fic omgg thank youuu

Your comments made my day

As a thank you, and so I don't forget, I'll share another idea I had- I'm not sure if I'll do anything with it, but I want it to exist even if it's just like this xD

K/azuha being aware of almost everything on the Alcor means he's often the first to notice when someone does something Very wrong, and Be/idou is unforgiving if you piss her off

But one person on the ship doing a said something wrong also knows smth about K/azuha- something that just makes him sneeze like crazy

When K/azuha finds out and goes to tell Be/idou this person panics and uses it to their advantage somehow. he can't tell her if he's uncontrollably sneezing, can he

[ceciliasniffles]

Idk what possessed me, I have had very little interest in Lau/ma in the past but suddenly I wrote a choose your own end snzfic for her

Disclaimer real fast I have not finished most of the No/dKr/ai archon quests so my knowledge of the setting and the characters may not be fully accurate

Lauma has no choice other than to admit it now.

She’s catching a cold.

It started sometime yesterday evening, when the chill of Nod Krai’s evening winds got to her, making her shiver even though she usually withstood them just fine. She was more tired than usual too, having had a long week of running around and fulfilling her duties as Moonchanter, as well as keeping watch over her animal friends. She was starting to feel a bit achy in her antlers and… well, everywhere.

Despite her exhausted state, and her desire to just fall into bed and stay there, she’d been up until almost midnight helping one of the scions find a lost family heirloom. On her way back, she’d been stopped by a lost adventurer, two different squirrels, and a perturbed puffin. At last, she finally did manage to reach her hit and crawl under the covers, only to be awoken mere hours later by arguing birds.

Lauma sniffles, her nose twitching and tickling. She sits up slowly, pulling the covers with her. She’s freezing, even with the thick, handwoven blanket she made herself. There’s a dull ache in the back of her head, her throat feels like sandpaper, and her nose is… so… itchy…

“Hh- hhhH— aaahh’shooo!”

The birds on her windowsill scatter, startled by the sudden sneeze. Lauma sniffles, then pitches forward into her blankets once more.

“Hhhh—! Heh’shishhh! Ahhhe’ESHhh! hhHih’iiish!”

A chill runs through her and she shudders, hugging herself. Her head rests on her knees, her antlers suddenly three times as heavy as usual.

With her natural alignment with kuuhvahki, Lauma rarely falls ill. Each time, she forgets just how cold and exhausted it makes her feel.

Normally, she delights in helping her flock, finding joy and purpose in their smiles and their thanks. But today, she feels groggy and lethargic, not wanting to get up at all.

Lauma instantly feels guilty. Her people depend on her for so much. How can she stop for a stuffy nose?

“Ah… aahheH’chu! Hhh’shiew!”

… A very stuffy nose.

After taking several minutes to sniffle and sneeze, the guilt finally outweighs her desire to sleep, and Lauma drags herself out of bed. She makes herself a cup of warm herbal tea, and stares at her clothes, debating what to wear.

That fur-lined cloak Sir Flins once brought her is beyond tempting, it looks so soft and warm… but it is certainly out of place with her moonchanter’s robes, and people would notice.

She settles for a compromise and wraps herself in a dress that isn’t as exposed to the cold air as her usual robes, but still is elegant enough that no questions will be raised.

She steps outside, shivering as the cold air hits her skin. Perhaps even this dress isn’t warm enough, but it’s too late now. There’s already a little fox scampering up to her, complaining about a pesky seagull.

Lauma crouches down to meet it, setting one hand on the ground to steady herself when it makes her head spin. “What seems to be the trouble, little one?”

After a lengthy back-and-forth, she finally settles their spat, and the two creatures depart. One of the seagull’s feathers spirals down as it flies away, landing on the tip of Lauma’s already sensitive nose.

“Ahh… ahH— AH—! AAASHHHOO!”

Lauma sniffles and rubs her nose, blinking tiredly. She pushes on, heading to begin the morning prayers.

She manages to only sneeze twice while leading the worship, although the tickle in her throat has grown into a bit of a cough by the time she finishes. She’s relieved when it’s over, the Frostmoon Scions dispersing to go about their days.

Most of them, anyway. Several head right for the Lady Moonchanter; there is no shortage of tasks for her today.

Lauma listens to each of them the best she can, trying hard to pay attention and store the information in her soupy brain. It gets more and more difficult as the itch in her nose returns, growing stronger by the second.

“Hhheh… hhh….”

Lauma tries to hold it back, but it’s too strong. Her breath catches, chest hitching as one of the scions speaks.

“My lady?” They pause. “Is everything alright?”

“hhhhHHH— Yeh— yes, ever-reehH—! heh! hheverything is f-fi— Ih! fine—! hhEH— hhHuH’choo!”

Lauma cups her hands to catch her sneeze, trying not to poke anyone’s eyes with her antlers. The tickle doesn’t dissipate, but she’s already made quite a fuss, so she wrinkles her nose and wills it not to act up again.

“My… Hh… my apologies.” She places one hand on her chest to regain her composure, smiling apologetically at those watching. She sniffles softly, trying not to make it very loud. “I seem to have lost my composure. Where were we?”

By some miracle, she manages not to sneeze again through the rest of the conversation. It’s only after she has received every grievance that she slips behind the statue and lets out the fit that’s been tormenting her.

“Ahh! Aahhh’choo! Eh’shhhu! Hh’chuu! H’CHuu! Ehp’tchu!”

Lauma stumbles, steadying herself with one hand on the statue. Her antlers tip, and she follows the gravity, resting her forehead on the cool stone.

If only she could just sit down… rest here…. That would be nice… despite the chills wracking her body, the smooth, cold surface of the statue feels nice on her too-warm skin.

But she is a Moonchanter. She has duties to attend to.

Lauma decides to give herself three minutes leaning on the statue, during which she will plan out what order to do her tasks. Then, she will actually do them.

To start, she could either gather fruit, deliver a correspondence to the Ratniki about Wild Hunt movements, or settle a dispute between the Scions who give out meals in Nasha Town and some rowdy merchants.

Which one for a sick Moonchanter to do? (Hint: what she does will affect which character she meets)

Pick fruit

Deliver letter

Settle feud

Voting ended onJul 1

All relationships in the endings are open to interpretation!

The endings will be posted in whatever order I finish writing them in; the poll is just for fun

[onelittleaster]

I might have gone a little crazy. a quick allergy fic, done in one sitting, posted before I chicken out. Behold, my writing. K/aeya being a little shit and A/ether determined to prove him wrong.

(I imagine this to be pretty early game, hence why Aeth is never called Honorary Knight)

Minors dni, do not reblog to non-kink blogs!!

An Exercise In Foolery

"Hh- 'hd'ISCHhh-!"

Kaeya eyed him critically as they sat together beneath the great tree, then smiled again, that same cocksure smile that put Aether off as much as it drew him to him. That sense of something hidden, something beneath, something more Aether wanted to uncover. It was a game both of them were playing, and he knew it- but that made it only more of a thrill.

Besides... maybe he just liked the Calvary Captain. Liked what was real between the lies. Even if the lies sent him on wild chases for imaginary treasure- it kept life interesting.

Aether wasn't sure how much he liked Kaeya right now, though.

"Oho, seems our glimmering little Traveler is feeling a little itchy~ that's what now, three? Four?" That smirk. It was aggravating.

He glared at him, then watched his own gaze turn hazy, whatever itch plaguing him teasing him now, just like Kaeya. He sniffled, rubbing, and for whatever reason that seemed to make it worse- but that at least meant he chhould- could clear iIHH--

"Ah- ahDTJSHhh... hdhh... hH?- adTJSHIH-!!"

"Goodness," the cursed captain crooned. "That was a rough one."

Aether's glare was rendered less biting by the itchy tears in his eyes. He rubbed at them, and Kaeya tsked, gently pushing his wrist back down.

"Now, now, that'll just make it worse. I would ask what's causing you such trouble, but I'm certain I already know." He glanced down at Aether's other hand, and the traveler followed his gaze, finding the small collection of windwheel asters he was holding. He'd been in the middle of a commission for them when he'd spotted Kaeya beneath the tree at Windrise, opting to sit and rest with him for a bit, not wanting to miss the opportunity... but the flowers being the cause of this? He scoffed, and Kaeya's brows raised. "Oh? You're not allergic to them, then?"

Sure, maybe he sometimes got a little itchy when he stopped to watch them- he loved these flowers. The way they idly turned with the wind... but that didn't mean he was allergic, did it? It was just a human thing that happened sometimes.

Which in itself was contradictory, given he wasn't human... but whatever the goddess that stole his sister had done to him, to his power, seemed to have rendered him human enough for a sneeze on occasion. That still didn't mean he was allergic, because just human enough or not, he didn't have those. He couldn't be allergic to the flora of this planet, it just wasn't feasible. He couldn't exactly explain that, though, so he just huffed, shaking his head. No.

"Are you sure? You do still look rather tickly."

Sometimes Aether hated him. He felt his nostrils flare, rubbing at his nose with distaste. Stars above... "...hh.. h- hhHH..?"

Oh.

"snf- hhah-- hhADHT- mmnhff..."

Oh, this had to be some sort of torture.

"Hmm," Kaeya hummed, sympathetic. He watched the blonde scrub at his nose like a child, almost trying to paw it off his face, and couldn't help but chuckle. Hitch. Hitch- gasp-! Nothing. It was making his own nose tickle. "Good grief, here- why not try one of those flowers you're so certainly not allergic to, Traveler?"

Aether side-eyed him, then hitched, gearing up... for nothing. He whined softly and decided he had nothing to lose, he just- he had. He had to sneeze. At this point he even wanted to sneeze! He couldn't think for the itch, just removing an aster from the bunch, slowly bringing it to his nose. One of the pretty orange petals brushed beneath it, and-

"hhAH-! haDTSH-!! ahDTJSHhh-'TTSH!! 'TDSHOO!!!" Oh, gods, as the locals might say- what a relief. Aether groaned, slumping back against the tree, sniffling thickly. Oh, he hated this part... Kaeya held out a handkerchief, and he accepted it, blowing his nose, rubbing at it through the cloth.

"So," the other said, too smug for Aether's liking. "Shall we revisit my-" He was cut off by the traveler's glare, and laughed in disbelief. "What? Traveler, surely you can't still think you aren't allergic to the asters?"

He stubbornly shook his head.

"I didn't know our dear little visitor was a fool! What more evidence do you need??"

Aether rolled his eyes, which annoyingly still itched. It probably wasn't the flower that had finally made him sneeze. The contact against the tickly appendage had been enough to tip him over the edge, that was all! This hadn't proved anything, and he didn't have to worry about any reaction to these beloved flowers.

Kaeya couldn't believe the lengths of his stupidity. He'd have to make note of this. "Look," he said, some sincerity finding its way into his words. "As amusing as it is to watch you be your own undoing, I must insist that you very much are allergic to the windwheel asters, and should set them aside for now before this gets worse for you."

A shake of the head.

"Traveler."

Glare.

"Goodness, what do I have to do! Shove one up your nose to prove my point?"

Actually... that was a thought. Aether looked down at the asters. If he could sniff these and not sneeze, then it would be his point proven instead! He could have something to finally hold over Kaeya's head, and get the man off his back about his silly idea. The captain in question seemed to realize where his thought process was going, opening his mouth to try and warn him off it, but Aether was lifting the little bouquet long before then. He stuck his nose right into the center of it, taking a long, deep sniff.

And it was fine-

"hhHHH-!!"

Oh, no.

"ahDTJSHhh-!! t'ZTCHIEW!! TSCHH-tsch-tch-hHH-!! h'ADTJSHOO!!!"

Aether had never felt anything like this before- this all-consuming, burning itch that just made him want to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze. He gasped, completely overtaken by this, head snapping down once, twice, three times more- right back into the flowers, which only made him do it again- again! He felt the sensation of Kaeya taking the flowers from his hands, but couldn't do much in the way of reacting, because-

"KTSZH!! Hh- H'kttssh-'ktsh-'tsczh-"

"Trav-"

"AkTCHOO!!"

"Oh, dear." He was being pulled to his feet now, led to.. he had no idea, he couldn't very well see. Away, probably. Where he'd wanted to sneeze before, now he just wanted to stop. But no matter how often he sneezed, it just tickled, and burned-- maybe if he-

Kaeya, leading him to the little creek, glanced down at him as he pinched his nose shut. "No, no, wait--"

"NGT-! Knnxt- ngxt- nxGNT--"

"Traveler!" Oh, his hand was being pulled away from his face. Good, because Aether found that hadn't helped at all, it just pushed the tickling farther up, where it made things rapid and useless and ohh fuck he needed to-

"ahDTJSHhh- 'dtjshh- tdshh-tsh-tch-tch-hhAH-!! Nksh-ksh-ktch-kTCHOO!! Hh... hh-? Hahhh..." Kaeya sat him down by the sound of running water, supporting him for the final, grating "AhDTJSHhhOOOO!!!!"

That finally seemed to scratch at the horrible itching sensation, and Aether groaned, just complying as Kaeya directed him to wash his face. He was panting, stunned by the intensity, slumping against him as he recovered his ability to breathe. Never before had he felt anything like that, and he hoped he never would again. Kaeya nudged him to blow his nose, so he did, finally deciding maybe it was a good idea to listen to him.

"Well!" Kaeya said, once it seemed he'd recovered enough to prove the sneezing wouldn't start up again. "Do you believe me now, dear Traveler? Not only are you allergic to them, you're very allergic. I haven't seen anything like that since Master Diluc's incident last Windblume." Aether whined softly, and Kaeya sighed, gently patting his head. He didn't mind the blonde leaning into him for support after all that.

"...fine," Aether whispered hoarsely. "You were right."

"Oh, I do love those words."

The traveler elbowed him, and Kaeya snickered. Yet another win for him- he was quite enjoying this little game.

[ceciliasniffles]

I am in desperate need of fluffy Kae/bedo snz

[rachwavs]

ok my goat i came up with this really fun hc for them just now

[rachwavs]

Now hear me out. I came up with this fun headcanon for al/bedo through roleplay.

Sneezing is generally considered impolite. And as silly as al/bedo is, he does strive to be polite. Although in rather orthodox ways.

Cue my headcanon. If he’s having a conversation, and he feels the urge to sneeze, he will just… stop. And wait for it to pass. Like he’ll be talking to you, and in the middle of a sentence, he’ll stop, shut his eyes, and just… wait. In silence.

Maybe he’ll think it’s gone and try to keep speaking. Maybe it will be gone by then. Maybe it won’t. Maybe he gets out three words and a gasp and then retreats right back into silence.

Maybe it takes a full five to ten minutes for him to finish his sentence. 😭

Cue Ka/eya. I imagine he’s a little confused the first time he experiences this.

“Oh? Cat got your tongue?”

Tilts his head.

“Or maybe your nose.”

The first few times, he finds it endearing, maybe teases a little.

Then he gets used to it. When they’re alone, he’s patient and charming. They’ll be chatting, and Alb/edo goes into silence. It takes Ka/eya maybe a second or two to realize before he pats his shoulder and gets up. 

“I’ll go get us another round. Let yourself loose, I’m not listening.”

He only catches the very beginning of a rather desperate gasp as he exits the scene.

Sometimes when he’s feeling a little playful, he’ll jokingly try to finish Al/bedo’s sentences.

Al/bedo: “[...]Will soon report back from a mission, accompanied by….”

Kae/ya: “....Yes?”

Al/bedo: “.....” Kae/ya: “Oh, I see. Gonna make me guess, are we?”

Al/bedo: *still silent.*

Kae/ya: “Let’s see…. Accompanied by…. A fellow knight? ….Their fiance? …The anemo archon himself…? A fluffy little cat?”

Al/bedo: “hh--?”

Kae/ya: “Ooh, your nose didn’t like that one. Was it the word fluffy?” Al/bedo: “hih-!”

Kae/ya: “I tease, I tease. Hmm… what else could it be… drum the table if I’m getting close.”

And then there’s the times they’re not alone. Maybe they’re doing knight business, and Ka/eya notices Al/bedo’s familiar quirk. By now he knows better than to call him out, and quickly picks up the conversation for him. Usually the urge passes after a few minutes.

There’s the rare occasion when it doesn’t.

It’s been maybe half an hour and Alb/edo’s spoken maybe a total of two minutes. K/aeya doesn’t mind chatting for him, but he can see the alchemist’s nose growing pinker by the second, to the point where it’s less charming and more miserable. What’s usually a stray tickle that passes within a few minutes seems to be either an awful cold or a pretty persistent irritant.

“Allow me a moment to speak with my colleague,” K/aeya would say, and pulls Al/bedo aside.

Alb/edo: “I can’t--”

K/aeya: “Hush.”

And he fishes out a handkerchief, cupping a hand to the back of Al/bedo’s blonde head and pulling him in, hunching over him to keep the sight contained.

Ka/eya: “You’re not rude right now. Let it all out. Your poor nose has been begging all evening.” He pinches the handkerchief to Albe/do’s nose. “I’ll catch the sound. Let it all go, dear alchemist.”

Anyway just some thoughts I had

[ceciliasniffles]

Paintings (Kae/bedo snzfic )

Kaeya discovers how ticklish Albedo’s nose is

Finally given a free afternoon together, Albedo and Kaeya elect to spend it relaxing. For Albedo, this means painting, and for Kaeya, this means bothering Albedo while he paints. He’s not sure which of them is more pleased with this arrangement.

“You know,” Albedo tells him, tracing green paint over his canvas to form stems for a bouquet of calla lilies. “If you could sit still for a few moments longer, you’d make an excellent model.”

“Do I not already make the perfect muse?” Kaeya feigns an offended gasp, clutching one hand to his chest. “My dear, you wound me!”

Albedo rolls his eyes, stirring two colors together on his pallet. “You’re so dramatic.”

“That’s why you love me~”

Albedo pauses, looking the slightest bit thoughtful. “Hm…. I suppose so.”

Kaeya gasps loudly again. “You hesitated! Does this mean you don’t love me?!”

“Yes,” Albedo says flatly, his lips quirked in amusement. “That’s exactly why I’ve been courting you for all this time. Because I don’t love you.”

“Pfft~ You jerk.” Chuckling softly, Kaeya reaches out and boops Albedo’s nose.

To his surprise, Albedo’s nose twitches. His expression turns almost quizzical, eyelids fluttering.

“Ihh… chiu!”

Albedo cups his hands to cover what is perhaps the most polite sneeze Kaeya has ever heard. His hair floats in the air a moment as his head ducks sharply.

“Oh,” he murmurs. “Please, excuse me.”

“Awww,” Kaeya coos. “You have such a cute sneeze~”

Cuter still, if the reason why he sneezed is what Kaeya thinks it is. Curious, he smiles playfully at Albedo and taps the tip of his nose once more.

“UhhH…?” Albedo hitches, his nose scrunching as his gaze grows distant again. He shudders quietly before his head bobs with another sneeze. “Hh…! hHi’chiuu!”

“Oh, bless you!” Kaeya can’t help chuckling softly at the way Albedo blinks in surprise after his sneeze. “I had no idea your nose was so sensitive, darling.”

“Is it?” Albedo sniffles softly. “I didn’t know this was irregular.”

His nose twitches again, and Kaeya has an idea.

He takes the end of his fur collar in one hand and brushes it under Albedo’s nose, watching his eyes glaze over once more.

“Kaehhyahh…” Albedo protests, but he’s smiling even as his nose twitches like a bunny, so Kaeya knows he’s not upset by this. “I… hhah… hHHhh… I’m… going to… sneehh— snee-! HhhEH’szchuw!! hAH’TChIEWW!”

He stumbles a bit from the force of the sneezes, grasping Kaeya’s wrist to steady himself. He shoots Kaeya a fondly exasperated look. “At least let me put down my paintbrush first.”

“Sorry.” Kaeya gives him one of his dashing grins with a touch of apology. Albedo just rolls his eyes and sets his brush in the cup of water next to his pallet and the little jar of other brushes.

Hmm…

With a cheeky smile, Kaeya reaches past Albedo and deftly scoops up one of the clean brushes. He flicks his wrist in a circle, pretending to paint in the air and wiggles the brush under Albedo’s chin.

“Kae— Kahahaeyaha!” Albedo laughs, batting at Kaeya’s hand— though he puts no significant force behind it. “Thahhahaht tickles!”

“Oh~? Does it now?” Kaeya hums cheerfully, enjoying the sight of Albedo’s smile staying even after he composes himself. He leans closer, this time using the brush to tickle the tip of Albedo’s nose.

Albedo freezes. “Ihh—!”

Kaeya “draws” little circles on Albedo’s nose, watching as Albedo’s eyes blink shut. Then his whole body shudders, breath hitching sharply.

“Ihh… ihHH— iihH—!”

“Does that tickle?” Kaeya teases, tracing the brush against the underside of Albedo’s now-pink nose.

Albedo tries to nod, although it’s lost in his desperate, breathy hitches. “Yyehhh— ehh… yyehhhs— hi’H—!”

Kaeya gives the brush one last little wiggle and pulls it away.

“AhHhh… hHhhH…! IihH—! iihhHA! hEh—! hiihH… hhHEH’EH’shIEWW!! hhhHEhSH’iew!!! HhAA’ESSSHhooo! ehH’chIEW!”

“Bless you!” Kaeya coos softly. He reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief, but Albedo’s nose is still quivering with an unreleased sneeze, making Albedo hitch helplessly, hands still hovering.

“hhHH-? hhehhh—! hIH— iHhH—! h’iH-!”

Oh, that looks torturous. Looking to help, Kaeya swipes the brush under Albedo’s nose, inducing a rapid triple.

“hhHI— hI’Tchiew! AAESSHOoo! HHH’ihSHiEWW!”

Albedo’s head bobs sharply into his hands with every sneeze. He sniffles, barely getting a sharp breath in before— “hhHE’TChoo!! hhEH’SSHOOO! IiiiSSSShIEW! hhhH…! HATchoo!!”

Kaeya rests both hands on Albedo’s shoulders, steadying him through the sneezing fit. Albedo leans into him when it’s over, slumping on his chest with a little sigh.

“That was more intense than I expected,” Kaeya says, finally drawing the handkerchief out of his pocket for him.

Albedo accepts it, burying his pink nose in the fabric as his shoulders hitch and tremble. “IhhH… I’mhH— I’m nohHt done yehHt—! hAH— hhIH’chuh!! iiiIIH’SSshhH!!!!”

Kaeya holds him close against his chest, rubbing his back soothingly.

“hEehhH—!” Albedo’s head tips back, almost facing the ceiling with his eyes squeezed shut, then pitches forward into the handkerchief with a “hEH’SSSHIEEW!”

Kaeya waits a moment, still running one hand up and down his back. Albedo is panting quietly in his chest, but several seconds pass without any sneezes. Kaeya smooths back his hair for him, tucking a blond lock behind his ear. “Got it all out?”

Albedo nods, sniffling. “Y-yes, I think so.”

He sighs, turning his head to lean on Kaeya. “I think I’m too tired to paint now…”

“How about some sweets?” Kaeya suggests. “I’ll buy you a slice of cake at Good Hunter.”

Albedo sniffles into the handkerchief. “That sounds nice.”

“Alright, then.” Kaeya laces their fingers together, bending down to press an apology kiss to the tip of Albedo’s valberry-pink nose.

He doesn’t really think about what that action might do to Albedo’s sensitive nose until he hears a sharp intake of breath.

“hiH—! ih- ihh! HhhiiiiH'ISShhiew!!”

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Okay so yknow how there’s like head colds and chest colds and whatnot and colds for various body parts

And yknow how visions have been described as being an extension of the user’s body? (I think it was Kae/ya who compared it to his eye? Or smth like that)

So: vision colds.

Only vision bearers can catch them, and they’re passed through exposure to an infected vision’s elemental power. Keeping vision usage to a minimum helps reduce spreading, but-

A symptom of the sickeness is loss of control over a vision’s power.

It varies depending on the person and the severity of the illness; sometimes they lose control completely, sometimes they simply can’t use it, but most commonly, their control is weakened and the powers flare when they sneeze. And they sneeze a lot during this time because they’re sick

Pyro users sneezing flames. Cryo users sneezing little flurries of snow. Geo constructs sprouting from nearby surfaces when geo users sneeze. Plants popping up for dendro users, gusts of wind sweeping in around anemo. Lightning crackling around electro and sudden waterworks for hydro users.

Other symptoms include

- fatigue

- dizziness

- light (sometimes) fever

- cough

- headache

And then specific symptoms for different elements as the vision works against them

Pyro: much higher fever. Most vision colds are not a medical emergency unless they fester too long, but pyro users have the most danger because of how fast and how high their temperature can rise

Cryo: chills, but like really bad chills. A lot of shaking, and probably the sneeziest element

Anemo: an even worse cough, sometimes trouble breathing

Geo: fatigue is worse, as well as getting stiffness and soreness all over. Many afflicted have described it as feeling like they’ve been turned to stone

Dendro: brain fog and dizziness. Everyone is a little out of it when they’re sick, but dendro users become delirious very quickly when coming down with vision colds, even if their fever isn’t very high. Also, the headache is probably a lot worse

Electro: hmm I’m not really sure. Maybe a horrible sore throat? Cough could be worse too, although not as bad as anemo. Maybe vision colds cause most electro users to lose their voices for a while

Hydro: sweating? I dunno

Anywayyyy so that’s my pitch for a genre of gen/shin snzfics/sickfics. Ooooh you wanna write/draw this soooo bad (spinning a giant red and white swirl in front of you) you wanna make sickfic content, especially of al/bedooooo

[onelittleaster]

I might have gone a little crazy. a quick allergy fic, done in one sitting, posted before I chicken out. Behold, my writing. K/aeya being a little shit and A/ether determined to prove him wrong.

(I imagine this to be pretty early game, hence why Aeth is never called Honorary Knight)

Minors dni, do not reblog to non-kink blogs!!

An Exercise In Foolery

"Hh- 'hd'ISCHhh-!"

Kaeya eyed him critically as they sat together beneath the great tree, then smiled again, that same cocksure smile that put Aether off as much as it drew him to him. That sense of something hidden, something beneath, something more Aether wanted to uncover. It was a game both of them were playing, and he knew it- but that made it only more of a thrill.

Besides... maybe he just liked the Calvary Captain. Liked what was real between the lies. Even if the lies sent him on wild chases for imaginary treasure- it kept life interesting.

Aether wasn't sure how much he liked Kaeya right now, though.

"Oho, seems our glimmering little Traveler is feeling a little itchy~ that's what now, three? Four?" That smirk. It was aggravating.

He glared at him, then watched his own gaze turn hazy, whatever itch plaguing him teasing him now, just like Kaeya. He sniffled, rubbing, and for whatever reason that seemed to make it worse- but that at least meant he chhould- could clear iIHH--

"Ah- ahDTJSHhh... hdhh... hH?- adTJSHIH-!!"

"Goodness," the cursed captain crooned. "That was a rough one."

Aether's glare was rendered less biting by the itchy tears in his eyes. He rubbed at them, and Kaeya tsked, gently pushing his wrist back down.

"Now, now, that'll just make it worse. I would ask what's causing you such trouble, but I'm certain I already know." He glanced down at Aether's other hand, and the traveler followed his gaze, finding the small collection of windwheel asters he was holding. He'd been in the middle of a commission for them when he'd spotted Kaeya beneath the tree at Windrise, opting to sit and rest with him for a bit, not wanting to miss the opportunity... but the flowers being the cause of this? He scoffed, and Kaeya's brows raised. "Oh? You're not allergic to them, then?"

Sure, maybe he sometimes got a little itchy when he stopped to watch them- he loved these flowers. The way they idly turned with the wind... but that didn't mean he was allergic, did it? It was just a human thing that happened sometimes.

Which in itself was contradictory, given he wasn't human... but whatever the goddess that stole his sister had done to him, to his power, seemed to have rendered him human enough for a sneeze on occasion. That still didn't mean he was allergic, because just human enough or not, he didn't have those. He couldn't be allergic to the flora of this planet, it just wasn't feasible. He couldn't exactly explain that, though, so he just huffed, shaking his head. No.

"Are you sure? You do still look rather tickly."

Sometimes Aether hated him. He felt his nostrils flare, rubbing at his nose with distaste. Stars above... "...hh.. h- hhHH..?"

Oh.

"snf- hhah-- hhADHT- mmnhff..."

Oh, this had to be some sort of torture.

"Hmm," Kaeya hummed, sympathetic. He watched the blonde scrub at his nose like a child, almost trying to paw it off his face, and couldn't help but chuckle. Hitch. Hitch- gasp-! Nothing. It was making his own nose tickle. "Good grief, here- why not try one of those flowers you're so certainly not allergic to, Traveler?"

Aether side-eyed him, then hitched, gearing up... for nothing. He whined softly and decided he had nothing to lose, he just- he had. He had to sneeze. At this point he even wanted to sneeze! He couldn't think for the itch, just removing an aster from the bunch, slowly bringing it to his nose. One of the pretty orange petals brushed beneath it, and-

"hhAH-! haDTSH-!! ahDTJSHhh-'TTSH!! 'TDSHOO!!!" Oh, gods, as the locals might say- what a relief. Aether groaned, slumping back against the tree, sniffling thickly. Oh, he hated this part... Kaeya held out a handkerchief, and he accepted it, blowing his nose, rubbing at it through the cloth.

"So," the other said, too smug for Aether's liking. "Shall we revisit my-" He was cut off by the traveler's glare, and laughed in disbelief. "What? Traveler, surely you can't still think you aren't allergic to the asters?"

He stubbornly shook his head.

"I didn't know our dear little visitor was a fool! What more evidence do you need??"

Aether rolled his eyes, which annoyingly still itched. It probably wasn't the flower that had finally made him sneeze. The contact against the tickly appendage had been enough to tip him over the edge, that was all! This hadn't proved anything, and he didn't have to worry about any reaction to these beloved flowers.

Kaeya couldn't believe the lengths of his stupidity. He'd have to make note of this. "Look," he said, some sincerity finding its way into his words. "As amusing as it is to watch you be your own undoing, I must insist that you very much are allergic to the windwheel asters, and should set them aside for now before this gets worse for you."

A shake of the head.

"Traveler."

Glare.

"Goodness, what do I have to do! Shove one up your nose to prove my point?"

Actually... that was a thought. Aether looked down at the asters. If he could sniff these and not sneeze, then it would be his point proven instead! He could have something to finally hold over Kaeya's head, and get the man off his back about his silly idea. The captain in question seemed to realize where his thought process was going, opening his mouth to try and warn him off it, but Aether was lifting the little bouquet long before then. He stuck his nose right into the center of it, taking a long, deep sniff.

And it was fine-

"hhHHH-!!"

Oh, no.

"ahDTJSHhh-!! t'ZTCHIEW!! TSCHH-tsch-tch-hHH-!! h'ADTJSHOO!!!"

Aether had never felt anything like this before- this all-consuming, burning itch that just made him want to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze. He gasped, completely overtaken by this, head snapping down once, twice, three times more- right back into the flowers, which only made him do it again- again! He felt the sensation of Kaeya taking the flowers from his hands, but couldn't do much in the way of reacting, because-

"KTSZH!! Hh- H'kttssh-'ktsh-'tsczh-"

"Trav-"

"AkTCHOO!!"

"Oh, dear." He was being pulled to his feet now, led to.. he had no idea, he couldn't very well see. Away, probably. Where he'd wanted to sneeze before, now he just wanted to stop. But no matter how often he sneezed, it just tickled, and burned-- maybe if he-

Kaeya, leading him to the little creek, glanced down at him as he pinched his nose shut. "No, no, wait--"

"NGT-! Knnxt- ngxt- nxGNT--"

"Traveler!" Oh, his hand was being pulled away from his face. Good, because Aether found that hadn't helped at all, it just pushed the tickling farther up, where it made things rapid and useless and ohh fuck he needed to-

"ahDTJSHhh- 'dtjshh- tdshh-tsh-tch-tch-hhAH-!! Nksh-ksh-ktch-kTCHOO!! Hh... hh-? Hahhh..." Kaeya sat him down by the sound of running water, supporting him for the final, grating "AhDTJSHhhOOOO!!!!"

That finally seemed to scratch at the horrible itching sensation, and Aether groaned, just complying as Kaeya directed him to wash his face. He was panting, stunned by the intensity, slumping against him as he recovered his ability to breathe. Never before had he felt anything like that, and he hoped he never would again. Kaeya nudged him to blow his nose, so he did, finally deciding maybe it was a good idea to listen to him.

"Well!" Kaeya said, once it seemed he'd recovered enough to prove the sneezing wouldn't start up again. "Do you believe me now, dear Traveler? Not only are you allergic to them, you're very allergic. I haven't seen anything like that since Master Diluc's incident last Windblume." Aether whined softly, and Kaeya sighed, gently patting his head. He didn't mind the blonde leaning into him for support after all that.

"...fine," Aether whispered hoarsely. "You were right."

"Oh, I do love those words."

The traveler elbowed him, and Kaeya snickered. Yet another win for him- he was quite enjoying this little game.