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23. Snz kink. I don't know. Wassup. (Minors dni 🙏)

[softblesses]

sneezing: beach edition:

- photic sneezes

- sneezes because they got some water in their nose

- sneezes because the suncream scent is too strong

- allergy sneezes because the beach is near some greenery

- getting over a summer cold sneezes

:3

[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

[snzzone]

[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.

[snzzone]

Posting for the first time in ages, but to match that i also need to mention that i caught a cold for the first time in ages.............. so, uh, enjoy the rare self-ob of me reflexively twisting to the side to sneeze to avoid getting my coworker........ ..........even though I was already wearing a mask

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i want... i want... i want them to camp together, in a field of pretty and pretty agonizing flowers, and share a really small tent.

Character A has been managing throughout the day, careful to dodge the plants that they know will get to them. But before their input could be asked for, Character B has pitched the tent practically on top of a soft bed of greens. Each stem is visibly coated with pollen. But what can be done about it now?

B is the first to fall asleep. A wonders if they will get any sleep at all. Rubbing their watering eyes, sniffling every other breath, and clearing their throat once every few minutes. The very familiar itch pricks their sinuses, drawing a harsh blink and an instinctual snap of their wrist, forcing their nostrils closed. After a three count, it still hasn't gone away. A shifts their hand back and forth, attempting to massage the tickle into relaxation, but it refuses to relent.

Occasional howls of wind. The monotone of bugs humming. A knows that those are the only sounds that might override their impending fit.

Should they stay where they are, laid adjacent to B, and try to stifle? Even if they were silent, would their body's trembles shake B awake anyways? Just in time for B to see their pathetic sneezing fits?

Or should they step outside the tent and sneeze freely? Will the door's zipper be too loud? Will they snap a twig beneath their feet on the way out? Even if the exit itself did not wake B, how far away would A have to walk before they could sneeze? Could they even wait to sneeze that long?

The allergic tickle did not appreciate how long it had been ignored, even though it was all A could think of. Building and building, the irritant informed A that once it was out, it would give A a piece of its mind. Decide. Decide. Decide!

Lips parted, shaking, bargaining. Before - Be...fore...!

Ahhh-!!

[feverfangs]

RAMADAN MUBARAK☪️ & HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR🧧 ,, CHAT !!

[corporalviolet]

(newest initiate into the group voice) you're really letting me join :) aw man you won't regret this. i can't wait to— wait what do i have to do? smell this— this one right here? okay um. haha yeah wow it's nice. what is it, like a...? oh, stargazer lily? damn. classy haha. but ok so now what do i—

no it's ok, i can smell it from here. i mean...sure. ok. hands and knees? um. yeah i guess that's a little better. i mean, it smells really good, it's like, soapy. perfumey. keep doing...keep smelling it? for how long? haha no i know but like...five minutes, ten minutes? 'cause i was kinda hoping to...no, no, i don't have a problem with it, i was just curious. yeah, it's cool, just...let me know.

ssnff.

yeah, fine. uh, i don't know how else to describe it. you can't- you can't smell it from back where you are? haha it's pretty strong. no, not bad, it's just like. snff. it could give you a headache if you got too much of it. like a really heady perf-perfume. uhh'khmm. snf. hm? no, i'm good. i could do this for, well however long i need to i guess haha.

ah, fuck. i think i got something in my eye. like a hair or— some dust or something. can you see any...? i feel like i can't even keep them open. so dry. i think i have eye drops, they're probably right in my...no, i know, i'm not going anywhere. shit...augh. my eyes are watering. sndff!

i don't know if this is causing it, but i sometimes get allergies in the summer. my eyes get really itchy...so. so maybe, snff, it's. augh. fuck, that's strong.

put- put my...? how close, like...? ok...like in it? sssnff...auhh. that was really. that really...

keep talking? uh. fuck, i can't think. my nose is like. i'm- i'm pretty sure this thing is giving me allergies. like, i'll keep...smelling it obviously, but i think it's probably, uh. i know, i know, shit, sorry, i can't even talk, it's so strong. um. fuck. i think i...sorry, i cahhnt! ...iT'ZSCHHUh!

—id'TSSSCHH!

had'TSHHHOO!

haT'JJJJSSHEW!!

ugh.

oh my god.

holy shit. i need— can i blow my nose?? i'm not trying to, sdrrf, get out of this or anything...ugh. no, i'm not kidding, i seriously need to blow my nose. i'll go right back, i swear. swear to god. please.

please i'm serious. i gotta...hohgod. i'm gonnas— gonnasneezagain—

[rachwavs]

how has no one thought of this idea before lmao

aka scaramouche fic

~

These days, the Wanderer would look back on his memories of fatui harbinger banquets with fondness. The drama, the gossip, the pathetic fronts some of them would put on to get out of certain missions… it was just so amusing. There was very little he wouldn’t give to go back in time and show up with a friend, comment on Signora’s weight, then sit back and watch the chaos happen.

Back then, he found it bothersome. Back then he was ready to be rid of all worldly emotion, welcoming the day he’d simply be too high above such meaningless squabble. Gossip and chatter, however amusingly petty, was just not something a future god needed to concern himself with. 

He sat at the banquet, sipping his classically bitter tea and ignoring the food he did not need to eat. He didn’t speak a word, just idly listening to the chatter like he was simply above it. Practice for when he’d become a god, he supposed.

Sandrone was shouting at Columbina again for something absolutely trivial. Mortal issues a future god like him was probably too high above to understand. He shared a glance with Dottore. Soon, he’d leave all of this behind.

“Fine,” Sandrone huffed. “I guess I’m too busy to need to care about some meaningless singing.”

“Really?” Scaramouche muttered. “I thought I heard Arlecchino say your anger issues were a liability.”

“She said WHAT now?” Sandrone practically screeched, immediately launching into another argument.

….Okay, maybe the drama was a little entertaining.

Scaramouche sniffed, rubbing at his nose with a curled index finger. Ever since his last experiment with Dottore, his nose hadn’t stopped… buzzing. It was an odd sensation in the back of what probably would be his sinuses, as if there was something welling up inside for no other purpose than to make him utterly uncomfortable. It was tolerable before, but now, he was starting to notice the way it extended through his head and made him feel…

exhausted.

Him? Exhausted? No, he couldn’t be. A future god should be above exhaustion. Hells, a future god should be above… all of whatever this is! The buzzing, the sniffling, none of it should be happening. Especially not in front of Dottore, who has the fate of his deification in his very hands. If he deems him too weak…

“Scaramouche, tell Sandrone I’m not ‘childish’ and ‘annoying!’” Childe demanded, drawing a groan out of the tired puppet.

“Oh my me, I don’t CARE.”

“For the last time, Scaramouche, you don’t get to say ‘Oh my me’ instead of ‘Oh my god’, you’re not even a god yet!” Sandrone reminded him.

Scaramouche tuned out the rest of the petty argument, focusing on trying to get his pathetic nose under control. Whatever… reaction he was having to whatever Dottore did to him, no one was going to see it. He had to be extra careful too, he could feel Dottore’s eyes on him…

He cupped his hand over his nose and mouth. Don’t sniffle, don’t sneeze… they are watching your every move… That little ‘buzzing’ in the back of his nose had grown into an unstoppable force. Think, Scaramouche… think… what is there to do…?

“You okay, Scara?” Childe asked, nudging him by the shoulder, almost startling the sneeze out of him. In a moment of pure genius, Scaramouche dropped his fork onto the floor, giving himself an excuse to duck under the table to grab it.

“HehNGt! n’gtt-ch!”

Nearly silent… at least, nearly silent when covered by the sound of pointless bickering. He lifted his head once he realized incessant rubbing wasn’t going to will the tickle out of his nose.

“You were down there for a bit, are you-- woah there.” Childe was giving him a look he really didn’t like. “Your, uh…”

Childe pointed to his nose, and Scaramouche quickly covered his embarrassingly pink nose with his hand. Damn how human-like this puppet body was… he couldn’t wait to be rid of it.

“Hh--” He took a sharp inhale, not daring to release it. He thanked his future self that Dottore was distracted talking to Pantalone about something. He still had a chance…

He couldn’t falter now. Not when he was so close.

…Dammit, was Signora wearing perfume!? She was warned multiple times that that stuff was way too strong for comfort and no one in their right mind liked it, but no, the whole rest of world only exists just to serve number freaking eight of the fatui harbingers--

“Scaramouche,” Dottore cut in. “I am speaking to you.”

The way his name was spoken sent a chill down Scaramouche’s spine, thus knocking loose the sneeze he was so desperately holding back. He dipped forward into cupped hands, no time to even stifle.

“Eh’ptshhuu!”

The whole room went silent. Scaramouche sniffled, honest to his future self, wishing he had never existed.

“...You can sneeze?” Was Childe’s bewildered response after a good few seconds.

“So?” Scaramouche scoffed.

“Oh, he can sneeze,” Dottore confirmed through a breathy chuckle. “He used to be impossible to work with because of it. I’d have to find ways to sedate him if I wanted to even touch his nose.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Scaramouche muttered from where he’d sunk into his seat, his face burning red with embarrassment. “Besides, I’m much stronger now.”

“Maybe so. But regardless, unlike the most of us, you don’t sneeze without reason. Do you have something to declare, Scaramouche?”

“Not to you.”

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” Pantalone scolded with a tsk. “This kind of behaviour isn’t very becoming of a ‘future god’.”

“Right, because you’re the expert on being a god, not me, who will actually become one. While we’re at it, why don’t we go to Childe for medical advice?”

“Ha,” Sandrone scoffed. “Funnily enough, I think even Tartaglia would be a better doctor than Dottore.”

“Now now, it’s best we all calm down,” Pulcinella cut in. Scaramouche wasn’t having it. 

“I don’t need to listen to you,” He snapped, “I’m a future god, I-- I’m not--” He sighed in utter annoyance, letting the embarrassment come. It was more embarrassing to fight it and lose. “eh’issHhhu! heh-iSHHhieww!

“Here,” Arlecchino extended a folded napkin, to which Scaramouche swatted it away.

“I’m not one of your pathetic children.”

Arlecchino’s fingers tightened around the napkin, crushing the thin cloth beneath her grip. “You’re right, you’re not one of my children. But don’t worry, some day you’ll get to that level of maturity.”

“That’s enough,” Pierro cut in, silencing every voice. “I was hoping this time I wouldn’t be entering to witness such a mess, but here we are again. Why is it that you all behave like children the moment--”

“Hh’TSShhiuu!”

…Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit, be damned with his troublesome nose, now is not the time…

“...Signora.”

….That… was not the name Scaramouche was expecting to hear.

“What did we say about the perfume?”

…Holy shit, God was real.

Scaramouche was too busy reeling over how lucky he got to notice what happened next, but when he was being snapped back into reality, Pierro was gone, Signora was gone, and one or two others he didn’t care for had left as well. 

“Scara.” Childe snapped his fingers once, twice, in front of Scaramouche’s face.

“Hh’NXTt--!”

“There he is,” Pantalone teased.

“Yikes, it’s gotta hurt to do that,” Childe winced. “Just let it out, comrade.”

“I’ll do what I-- n’gtt! What I w-- nXxt-ch!”

“Scaramouche,” Dottore’s voice came in next, and that shut him up completely. “It’s not the perfume… is it? You’re reacting to your last procedure.”

Scaramouche froze completely, all sneezes suddenly disappearing from his sinuses.

 “And to think you’re supposed to be number 6…” Pantalone tsked. He was probably just jealous his sugar baby was paying less attention to him.

Dottore tsked as well. “I didn’t think your body would be rejecting it in such a way… perhaps I overestimated you.” He must have noticed the way Scaramouche’s face fell, because he continued, “Ah, but, before you say anything, we will still be continuing with the experiment. We just need to make a few extra… changes first. Come find me when you’re ready. We’ll open you up and see where we went wrong.”

At some point during the conversation, Scaramouche’s fear turned into a glare, which he held onto Dottore his whole way out. A sigh. A moment in silence to rub his nose with his palm… and then…

“...He’s such a dick.”

“RIGHT!?” Sandrone practically screeched, a rant on the tip of her tongue.

The fear and embarrassment he’d felt in that moment, the amusement and belonging he felt ranting and gossipping with his coworkers… it was all a part of his past. Who he was, and who he is now.

Wanderer couldn’t help but scoff at his old self for ever trying to erase that.

[vanillasnz]

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[snzzone]

why am I obsessed with characters who have a mental block for sneezing what does this say about me genuinely

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I was very fortunate to get my first commission from @hachiibun and I'm so excited and happy! Thank you so much, hachi! I'm seriously so grateful for how beautifully you drew my characters, they look wonderful and just like I imagined! T_T In fact, they look even better than I could've imagined LOL

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[hachiibun]

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[envlense-snz]

"Affinity" (M/M, an allergies/sympathy snz fic)

OCs Elliot Alcor and Ramir Kansanari (pics and character descriptions here): 2 princes, both 25M, fantasy universe, ≈1.5k words

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SUMMARY: When his dust allergies flare, Elliot learns from experience that Ramir is an unfortunate victim of sympathy sneezing. Ramir would never admit to it, though. First half is snz, second half is the conversation that results.

It was a typical day for the two princes in the kingdom of Seiyara. Elliot was studying, Ramir was working on his translations. The weather was excessively hot, so they were staying inside that day in the royal library, just the both of them. Though unfortunately, where there were books, there was dust - they just kind of went hand in hand, even if the shelves were cleaned regularly. As someone who spent much of his time in this library, Ramir was somewhat used to it, though dust seemed to affect his throat more than his sinuses. As long as it didn’t trigger his asthma, he could live with that, since he didn’t really care to use his voice much anyways. But unfortunately, Elliot was more the opposite. It wasn’t long into their work before it quickly, inevitably got the better of him.

“I… I’m s… sorry- going t… sneeze…” Elliot breathed suddenly, his hands rising up to meet it. And as soon as he did, Ramir could hear the itch in his voice so palpably - so much so that he could feel it himself, and before he could even register it, he was also on the verge of sneezing. W… Why now… He just managed to catch Elliot’s expression crumple before his own eyes forced themselves shut, his brow furrowed, and the tickle overpowered him-

“-nnSCHiew-! Hh… hh’SCHu-! Nhh- …nk’KSCHhiu-!”

“-n’NTtsh-!” Ramir echoed. Both he and Elliot sneezed simultaneously - although Ramir tried his best to silence it between his fingers. As Elliot came out of his typical fit, he caught his study partner’s bleary-eyed appearance, and Ramir quickly averted his gaze.

“Oh - bless you, too!” Elliot laughed, running a finger under his nose. “How funny that we sneezed at the same time.”

Ramir said nothing, just turned back to his work.

“I guess it must be the d… dus…” Elliot’s voice tapered off, and Ramir made the mistake of glancing up as it did, and saw his expression falter and break once more. Again? Damnit- now he was going to-

“NGHh-SCHhh-! Shh… SCHIu-! Ihi… ih’IHTSCHIUu-!” 

Ramir tried to stifle it, crushing his nose between his fingers to keep it as quiet as he could. “-nNGkt-! …Hh… ht-T’Schh-!” Ugh... Why the hell did it have to itch so badly?! This time it was strong enough to make him sneeze twice, and Elliot finished first, quickly enough to catch him in the act.

Elliot snubbed his nose softly, blinking back a few tears. "E-Excuse me, sorry… Um… Did you also just sneeze again…?” 

Ramir sighed through his nose. “...I guess…” He could only hope Elliot hadn’t picked up on why.

Except… he did. At least, he thought he did. He knew Ramir would just deny it if he asked him outright, though. So… he decided to test it out instead. Elliot leaned forward slightly, watching Ramir’s face closely, even though the other prince still wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“I’m… going to sneeze…” he said again, trying to make his breathing static, his voice sound like he really was going to, wondering if that would be enough to-

“Nnhh.... -nNK’TSCh-! Hh… hnn…” 

Wow. As soon as Elliot said those words, he broke almost immediately - even faking it was enough to make him sneeze a third time. Ramir blinked his eyes rapidly open again, sniffing softly. When he saw Elliot staring back at him with a sneeze-free expression, understanding dawned on him - Ramir turned away quickly, hands still covering his face. 

Elliot couldn't help but smile. I can’t believe that actually worked. “Bless you - I knew it! I did make you sneeze.” 

“...Don’t… trick me like that…” Ramir murmured through his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Elliot said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve just never seen someone react like that before to someone else’s sneeze. I didn’t even know it was possible.” 

Ramir didn’t know what to say, so he just looked down awkwardly, wondering how to move on from how exposed he felt. 

“But I’ve sneezed around you before, and I think this is the first time this has happened…” Elliot thought aloud.

It wasn’t the first time it’d happened - it was just the first time Elliot noticed. “...It’s not always like that…” Ramir muttered.

“So what causes it only some of the time, then?”

Ramir sort of knew. It felt contagious in the same way that seeing someone yawn did - sometimes he felt nothing, other times he could suppress it, and sometimes he couldn’t help it at all. He didn’t know what caused the susceptibility that made him sneeze like that in the first place, though, just that it was totally out of his control. For him, it typically only happened around people he felt comfortable with, though sometimes it caught him off guard. But there really wasn’t anyone Ramir felt more comfortable with than Elliot, so occasionally, when Elliot sneezed, he didn’t stand a chance. Of course, he was never going to say that out loud. So as usual, when he didn’t want to answer, he just responded, “I don’t know…” 

“Do you think you’re the only one who sneezes like that? Have you ever asked your doctor?” 

“Mmn…” Ramir half-shrugged, turning back to his work, hoping they could just move on from this…

Elliot could tell he was putting too much attention on him and backed down. “Sorry, sorry. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Especially Vivianna… she would give you a terrible time. Ah- if I sneeze in front of Vivi, and then it makes you sneeze…” Elliot groaned, slumping his forehead into his hand. “...she’s going to figure it out… and she’ll never let us hear the end of it...” 

Ramir’s face darkened and Elliot quickly waved his hands.

“Uh, but don’t worry, I’ll just never sneeze in front of her again and then she’ll never know!”

Ramir sniffed. “I don’t think that’s possible for you…” 

“Eh heh… you’re definitely right…” Elliot laughed ruefully. “I’m sorry I sneeze so easily. Most of the time, anyway.” 

“...You can’t help it, so…” 

“I wish I could a little… It’s so distracting. Look, we’re still talking about it…”

“...We’re only talking about it because of my… weird… reaction.” Ramir wasn’t sure what else to call it. There wasn’t really any other sort of way to describe it; even if he had been speaking his first language, he wouldn’t know how else to say it.

“It’s not weird! I’ve just never seen someone sneeze from that before and, well, uh… I sort of think it’s um… it’s cute…” Elliot mumbled. 

“Wh-” Ramir looked up abruptly, then froze when he saw the other prince looking away, flushed. Blood ran to his cheeks. Did he really just say-!? Just… how was he supposed to respond to something like that?! 

He had never been told he was cute before, even when he was young. He was serious and quiet, but unafraid to refuse when he didn’t want to do something - so not really what people would call adorable. And he was the same as an adult. He always tried to avoid things that would draw attention to himself, because attention was embarrassing. But… Elliot never tried to embarrass him on purpose. So… why would he… say something like that…?!  

The only explanation was… Elliot really did think he was cute. A guy saying that to another guy… that wasn’t common, unless they were romantically involved, or wanted to be. And Elliot knew that. He was purposefully hiding it less and less that he had feelings for Ramir. He wanted Ramir to know he liked him, and sometimes that meant being obvious, so that there was no other way that what he said could be interpreted. Besides, Elliot wouldn’t have said anything if he didn’t have a feeling that Ramir… was maybe having similar thoughts. After all, they spent so much time together, and during that time Ramir was often flushed and acting nervous and tense, but not the same way he was tense with other people… It just really seemed like… maybe Ramir liked him back.

It’s cute.

Except Ramir wasn’t the type to make a move, even when someone already did. If anything, he was the type to deflect anyone’s advances no matter how he felt inside. That was certainly what he had more experience doing. So it’s how he decided to respond. 

“...It isn’t…” he managed to say quietly, looking back down at his book - as if he could actually pay attention to what he was reading any more. He rested his chin in his hand, covering his mouth and cheek, trying to hide how red he knew he was. Elliot smiled softly at his crush’s reluctance but didn’t respond. Best not to push him too much. Instead, they continued to work in silence and let the moment hang between them, with Elliot left wondering if the other prince ever found him cute, and Ramir left fighting back the knowledge that he did.

[snotmorty]

J/ax with a cold and every time he says P/omni's name it sounds like "Pomdi". That's it that's the post.