SneezyBird

Snz kink blog/snz fic writer/reposter/follower, 30s she/her ace/bi/pan. Obsessed with Gen/shin & snz *Please do NOT follow me if you’re under 18!* *Accounts w/o info/posts/age will be blocked* Feel free to boop me if you wanna talk Gen/shin or snz im shy but would love to chat \\(*^▽^*)//

[sneezybird]

Master thread of fics

Gen/shin Im/pact Hai/Ka/veh

Taking Care of a Stubborn Scribe Part 1 4k~

Taking Care of a Stubborn Scribe Part 2 4.5k~

Taking Care of a Stubborn Scribe Part 3 10k~

Actions Speak Louder Than Words 6k~

Changes 12k~

Newest: Love Languages are Not Studied in Haravatat 18k~

Will add more to this list and pin it as I go.

[snzzone]

[kotyonoksnz]

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[kotyonoksnz]

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[dylan-1117]

okay i swear this is my last witch hat post (of today anyway lol) but let me just. my thoughts.

a) qifrey turns away to hide his face when he feels vulnerable so maybe ....when he sneezes.... the thought of him whirling around and covering with his hand splayed in front of him is so

b) the snf sound effects??? so cute he definitely gets sniffly with a cold/allergies

c) he is denying in this despite it being So damn obvious what is happening so he is obviously deny deny deny even if he is very bad at it

d) "i may need a moment" i am going to commit war crimes at the thought of him saying this knowing he is going to sneeze

[dylan-1117]

reference for the splayed hand cover. so fucking hot sorry. i am choosing to ignore that he only sneezed once because i know in my heart he is a double sneezer olruggio told me x

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Oh, slowly disheveling attempts at sneezing politely, my beloved.

“ht’shh!“

“Bless you.”

“Thank you. Excuse me.”

“HM’PCHNX!”

“Bless you!”

“Snf! Thangk you. Mby apologies.”

“HAT’SHHHH! HIT’SHH! TSHHH!”

“Oh, gosh, bless you! Are you feeling okay?”

“I’b s-sorry - HAT’SHOOO!”

“No, no, don’t apologize! Here, why don’t we go inside? You don’t look so good, poor thing…”

[tempestofdreams]

:x

[peachsnz]

A little animation. Just for youuuuu

MINORS DNI! DONOT REBLOG TO NONKINK BLOGS!!

[daystar428]

Soo Big

The tickle is enormous, the build ups are huge, and the sneezes are soooo big 🌬️🤯

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Classic announcements: I'm gonna, I need to- , Sorry I can't stop -, you're making me-, I'm about to - , I can't holdback -, please pleeehh-, I don't need to- , I gotta holdback- , It's building-, Oh no-, It's tickling - , I need a tissue-, it feels so good- , I want to-, Pardon me-, urge to sneeze-, help me-,

✨💚Cheers! If you have other ideas for audios feel free to send me an ask. Can't promise I can do everything but suggestions are welcome. Let me know what you think of this one above👆 and DNI if your not a sneeze blog and 18+.

[snzqt]

A and B doesn't like each other, but when one day B shows up looking completely miserable, A can't stop thinking about how cute they look

"aww you're so weak you can't even fight off a silly cold"

"shud up, i'b dot id the b'mood for your bullishit— hh... hehh'KSHIEW! sdff.."

"wow, you sound.. awful"

"go to hell.. hh— hh'SHWNGH!"

"nah i don't want to" A slowly gets closer, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair away from B’s flushed face

[glitterrosesnzz]

L/OHEN WHAT THE FUCK

[sneezybird]

Sorry what was that 😳 are they targeting us now?!?

[allentown32]

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Whoa - first wav since December! Hope it was worth the wait.

POV: I just get home and have had a long day. I'm ready for date night with my one and only. You come and give me a big hug, and my nose instantly reacts to whatever it is you're wearing. You hold the hug long enough to really set me off - and I have no idea why! You ultimately lead me to the bedroom where I'm about to discover just what sneezing does to you - how interesting...

If you liked this, feel free to leave a comment - it may motivate me to try to get back into a regular flow of things. If not, I love you all anyways!

**DO NOT REBLOG THIS TO ANY NON-KINK ACCOUNTS. MINORS STAY AWAY**

[daystar428]

Soo Big

The tickle is enormous, the build ups are huge, and the sneezes are soooo big 🌬️🤯

Visit Original Link

Classic announcements: I'm gonna, I need to- , Sorry I can't stop -, you're making me-, I'm about to - , I can't holdback -, please pleeehh-, I don't need to- , I gotta holdback- , It's building-, Oh no-, It's tickling - , I need a tissue-, it feels so good- , I want to-, Pardon me-, urge to sneeze-, help me-,

✨💚Cheers! If you have other ideas for audios feel free to send me an ask. Can't promise I can do everything but suggestions are welcome. Let me know what you think of this one above👆 and DNI if your not a sneeze blog and 18+.

[sky-snz]

commiserate (m/f, illness)

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The other side of the bed was empty when he awoke. He made no sound - swamped with muck and fever, the world like a thick painting of greys and blues. And she wasn’t there on the other side of the bed, where she should’ve been. Curious. 

He heaved his sweating, aching form upright, facing the empty unlit bathroom. A streetlight in the window dotted yellow like a bright star. Dull pain swam in his head. A heavy combination of nasal congestion, and perhaps dehydration, and any number of things… Soreness in it all. Breathing, against a course of inflammation and mucus. 

“*snrk* …. *’grmm*…”

He found himself standing some moments later, in the upstairs hallway. In a checkpoint of sorts, head still swimming. He dragged his feet to the stairs, and descended them in slow steps, clinging to the railing.

A lamp was on in the living room.

“*sdrff!*” He stood at the bottom of the stairs, still holding onto the railing. The air was cooler downstairs - somehow making the streaming of his nose more apparent. “*sndrff*…”

There was a tissue box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. And on the sofa, there was a lump of blankets, and from the lump of blankets, came a peculiar sound. Slowly, he shuffled closer. 

The blanket pile groaned softly as he reached the sofa. From an opening in the fabric, her face peeked out, half-obscured with a rumpled tissue. Making the same strange muffled sounds as before, her body shuddered beneath the blankets, as she muffled sneeze after wet sneeze into the tissue in her palm.

“-d’eisschhiuh!!-isshhiuh!!-isschh!!- hh’Isschhiuh! -eisschh!!”

He sank down next to her on the sofa, not trusting his face not to burst with pain if he bent over. He pulled the tissue box nearer. His hand found her shoulder on top of the layered blankets as she sat in a dizzy interlude, panting through parted lips. Her head hung, causing her hair to fall into her face. Carefully, he lifted a hand and moved back the unruly strands.

Her face crumpled with a closed-eyed scowl as- “iyY’ISSCHhiuh!” another sneeze came, misting his hand. She lifted the damp tissue to sneeze again, over and over, intense and less smothered than before. “huUd’ISCHHh!! uht’ISSCHH!!-isschh!!-isschhioo!!” Suddenly, he turned away from her and let out a harsh, spraying sneeze, too quick to consider covering.

“hdt’zZZSCHHhioo-!!” He sniffled liquidly, and coughed, blinking teary eyes. She huffed an awful, wheezy shell of her laugh. The “Bless you” sounded worse. The urge was still strong, making his breath snag. She was pressing a tumbleweed of tissues into his hand, which he only had time to lift before a fierce second sneeze burst from him. A desperate exclamation, grazing his raw throat and soaking the layers of tissue. “haAD’TCHIEWWhh!!!” He pulled more to blow his nose, making a noise he could’ve compared to a brass solo in a sad andante. 

As he sat quietly, blinking in reset, he felt her head sink onto his shoulder. She drew a thick, liquid sniffle. The warmth that emanated from her was both pleasant and concerning. He let the side of his head rest gently against hers.

[unstifled]

laundry.

kaveh, alhaitham | genshin impact

simmer pot-smelling detergents aren’t made for everyone.

“hhih… hiH’eTZSschh!”

Kaveh wakes himself up with a sneeze that sends a shudder twisting down his spine. He sits up in bed, sniffling, and lifts a hand to shield the sunlight that bleeds through the thin linen curtains of the palladian windows. His other hand he uses to swipe at his nose — he finds he’s been congested for a while now.

The blonde scrubs at his eyes, yawning, and slumps forward with a lethargic sigh. Ever since he’s moved in with the Akademia’s renowned Scribe, life hasn’t been all too torturous for the architect, fortunately. He’s gotten accustomed to the warmth of a roof over his head again, and sleep comes much easier than it has in months. Still, the path of financial recovery proves no easy journey for anyone in debt, and Kaveh works extremely hard, so the man is tired nevertheless.

Today, he’s set to work on blueprints for his next commissioned project — not before he makes his rounds tidying up his roommate’s home, of course — but the sun’s just come up, and he’d spent the last night up terribly late, drafting designs in night’s advance.

I’m going to go back to sleep, he thinks to himself. He sniffles again and rubs the side of his nose with the back of his hand. He considers laying back down, to sleep off the apparent congestion and wait until the sun settles deeper into the day. A bit more rest wouldn’t hurt, he concludes. At least I’ll have more energy to work into the evening—

“—Seems you’re up early for once, Kaveh.”

Kaveh nearly startles and turns his head to the right; in his sleepiness, he’d almost completely disregarded the man who shared the room with him. Alhaitham is up, one leg crossed over a knee as he sits at the right side edge of the bed, book in hand. Unlike Kaveh, “Night-Owl” of Kshahrewar, Alhaitham is a morning person.

As per the newly-appointed Acting Grand Sage’s updated daily routine: Alhaitham wakes up early, showers, and makes breakfast (for two) — all just in time to toss his roomie a witty remark before making his way out the door. (Sometimes, the man likes to switch it up and check “witty remark” off the to-do list first, but it makes no difference:

The early bird gets the first bite, as always.)

“Oh, shut up, ‘Haitham.” Kaveh crinkles his nose. It’s too early for this. The blonde leans back, pulls up the covers, and turns away.

———

Kaveh finds himself sneezing sporadically throughout the morning. His eyes, by now, burn with stinging irritation and take on an even more irritatingly red appearance. He can’t see well enough to find out what’s causing his reaction, so he resolves to attempt to retrace his steps with his mind instead.

Was there a draft in the bedroom last night? Did I leave the window open? It must be the dust. But I changed the sheets yesterday… and I did wipe down the bookshelves this morning- oh, I can’t possibly be sick, can I…? No…. no, now is not the time, Kaveh. You have four clients this month. Of all times, you cannot be—

“hhiH’ieESCHh-! hiIh-!” Poor Kaveh is interrupted out of his thoughts. “iDT’GZSCHh-hh! nghh..”

He’d woken up with the itch already deep in his sinuses, so he could only assume he’d been congested through the night as well. Kaveh rubs at his nose in agitated vigor and wipes his reddened eyes from the moisture that threatens to return every other breath.

The architect exhales, defeated. Today… is going to be a long day.

———

Kaveh is blowing his nose in the kitchen when the front door unlocks with a click.

“I’m home,” a voice calls, and Kaveh can hear the door lock again, followed by the jingle of house keys that soon get muted with a clasped fist. Clothing fabric brushes against the floor as someone bends down at the doorway—it’s Alhaitham, removing his shoes—and moments later, the figure is heading towards the kitchen.

Kaveh, still occupied with his affliction, doesn’t turn around. “Hey,” he offers, in lieu of proper acknowledgment. He wads up the damp tissue he’s been using, gives his nose a final swipe, and tosses it into the trash can. He reaches for another one, but hesitates as his roommate comes into view.

“ihDT’TSschih-! hnG’NGXtt! sdff!”

Alhaitham’s soundproof earpieces are still on as he enters the room. As excellent as they are at muting noise, his eyes do not fool him. He can tell what his roommate is doing, even with his back turned — the deep bending motion as he wrenches forward with a sneeze, the animated shudders that run down his exposed back and shoulders as he gears up for another one.

He’s tired, Alhaitham observes, turning the device off. He takes a seat at the dining table. “Hey,” he replies, almost concerned. “—What’s up with you?”

“Whadt do you thibk?” Kaveh retorts, hand still clasped to his face with tissues. The itch is still burning like coal in a firebox, and he rubs it vehemently.

“Client’s perfume again?”

“Like I’be seed adyone. Haved’t left the house, gedious.” Noseblow.

“Someone’s got a short temper today.”

Kaveh massages his forehead with a hand, and takes another sharp sniffle. “I’ve just been.. sneezing like this all day, Alhaitham,” he grumbles, still heavily congested. “It’s given me a migraine. But now that you’re home, you’re going to make it worse!”

Alhaitham watches as Kaveh’s hands are thrown out by his usual expressive habit. They return just as quickly to his face to quell the itch that has forced itself upon him again. He finds it amusing, his roommates movements. Kaveh always gets so pouty when he’s upset. It’s quite endearing, actually.

Both hands are at his head now, rubbing his temples in lethargic circular motion. He’s propped his elbows up on the dining table, and he’s leaning in forwards, bracing nearly the entirety of his upper body against the table’s wood.

He’s quite tired.

“I should sleep, maybe,” Kaveh thinks aloud, as if he’d heard his roommate’s thoughts. “Although… I’ve tried that already, and it doesn’t help. In fact, I think gets worse. I really don’t get it, the dust shouldn’t be be that terrible. I did the laundry last evening.”

Alhaitham blinks. Ah.

“The bedsheets.”

“hh..htT-GZSHh-hh! snf! I said I washed them. What about them?”

“The bedsheets, Kaveh,” Alhaitham repeats.

Ah. Kaveh’s mouth gapes open. There it was, then! But how?

“It’s simple. You’re allergic to the detergent. I thought it was a coincidence, since I switched the tablets out yesterday.” Alhaitham pauses and gets up from the table, disappearing from the kitchen. He returns just a moment later, with a couple of detergent tablets in his hand. He holds the hand out, all the while maintaining a safe distance between the culprit and the man with the affliction.

“These. You used them, didn’t you?”

Kaveh reaches forward to take the tablet for inspection, but Alhaitham retracts his hand.

“I did. But I wonder why I couldn’t smell it.” He pauses to consider; perhaps he’d been too congested all last night and this morning to register the detergent scent a possibility. “How did you know?”

Alhaitham doesn’t answer. I didn’t expect you were this allergic, he thinks to himself. He turns around and starts back towards the hallway, still looking at the tablets as if he’s in the middle of considering something. Maybe he plans on throwing it away.

“No, no, it’s okay! We can keep it. Things probably smell good with it anyways.” You probably smell good with it anyways, is what Kaveh’s mind corrects. He physically fans the thought away with his hand, but only because the tickle has returned.

“That’s masochistic,” The other man replies, lacing the thread between sarcasm and seriousness.

Unbeknownst to Kaveh, he’d gotten the tablets on purpose. It’s a custom-crafted fragrance, a combination of his favorite autumn scents; a simmerpot of mulled cider and pine, and a sprinkle of other spices. To Alhaitham, this is what Kaveh smelled like… warm yet subtle, like summer slipping into fall. Though, he can’t have the man sneezing from something that was meant for him. That would be inconvenient for both of them.

“Ha! Let’s put it this way,” Kaveh quips suddenly, snapping Alhaitham from thought. “I’d… rather be allergic to you for a while than put it to waste.”

This surprises Alhaitham. For someone who can’t handle his spices, Kaveh definitely loves to sprinkle his life with flavor. Or perhaps he feels bad, having lived under the scribe’s roof for this long. The scribe doesn’t press on it. He likes Kaveh and the warmth to the house he brings; it doesn’t matter to him either way.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the architect’s voice.

“You know what? I’m just going to pretend you did this on purpose!” The man starts up again, only to twist away with another shuddering sneeze.

Alhaitham cracks a small grin.

“Sdf! What? Wh-haat’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing.”

[rykno-gs]

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[snzimpact]

Ooooooo? Another sneak peak at the next wav? Could it be…huh? An animatic?? Hmmm…. Guess you all have to wait and see…

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[hachiibun]

How exciting, yes~?