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Okay so this is about my angry fairy princess OC Solara who has the SUPER rockin hot body of the fairy goddess. She wears an outfit made of ceremonial daisy petals, buuuuut she is very allergic to it. She's also a very petite individual but has a loud, violent sneeze that is very un-princesslike, so there really is no opportune time for her to sneeze.
It's in the POV of Callum, her sweet servant who's mute but loves her very much and would do anything for her! I wouldn't label this nsfw but it DOES have descriptions of her, um, overactive chest with her overactive sneezing.
2.4k words, f sneezes, tiddy descriptions, PLEASE DON'T REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS PLEEEASE
(also HEY so I change OC names for fics when I post them to tumblr and sometimes I miss a name or two, so pls forgive me calling the painter by two different names in here lmao)
There was always a very limited window of time for Princess Solara to sport the ceremonial daisy bralette. Even when overloading herself with antihistamines, the chokehold that daisy pollen had on her was ultimately unstoppable. That’s why Kien the royal painter had been told to work fast to paint Solara in the bralette before she could wind up sneezing every last petal off. If yet another portrait had to be restarted due to the interruption of Solara’s allergic sneezing fits…Well. Callum knew that the Queen would be having a very different kind of fit in response.
He sat patiently on the window seat, silently observing the portrait at hand. Callum would occasionally peek at Kien’s canvas as he painted the visage of Solara, but the majority of his attention was on the princess herself. She was…not faring well. Root-based allergy potions always got her sleepy and a touch disoriented, a stark difference from her typical fiery personality. Solara’s nose had evidently missed the memorandum that said potion was meant to last several hours. It had only been two since Kien began painting, and Solara was already beginning to scrunch her nose with persistent sniffles. That’s how it always started, with harmless, delicate sniffling that steadily grew damper and heavier as time went on. He supposed that was rather how Solara was as an individual; Seemingly the proper, fragile princess that grew increasingly difficult to deal with as one got to know her.
“Hold still, Princess,” Kien urged, using a small brush to paint the hundreds of tiny petals of the bralette.
Even as the antihistamines took away most of her typical awareness, Solara scowled with pink eyes flashing in irritation. “And just whaddoyou think I’m--sdff, trying to do here, Kien?” she asked, words beginning to run together slightly.
“I just--”
“No, I’d like knowing wha’ you’ve thought m’goal has been this--snf--entire--snff! Damned time. Enlighten me.”
Callen looked over to Callum, silently asking for help. Callum pursed his lips into a flat line and simply offered the painter a shrug. Kien sighed and nodded, leaning back behind his canvas to avoid Solara’s glower. “Nothing, Princess.”
Solara’s frown softened, though she was still evidently unhappy. She simply focused back on her posing with a sniffle. Callum had to admit that it was…difficult not to stare. Princess Solara was considered to be the end all, be all of Aurorian beauty, and for good reason. The bralette didn’t cover much, allowing her full chest to rest mostly exposed in the sunshine filtering through the grand windows. One strap hung loose on one shoulder, simply allowing the daisy petal garment to slip lower down her chest. Her nipples weren’t quite exposed yet, but Callum kept an eye out in case more of her areolas became visible. He knew she would very much not want the bra to get that low. Solara didn’t seem to notice amidst her concentrated sniffling, and Kien evidently wasn’t interested in adjusting it. Callum supposed it made sense for the Aurorian princess to show off as much of her body as possible for a portrait, but he wondered if Kien knew or cared how sick of the public sexualization Solara got.
Kien leaned back on his stool, examining his work with a slight tilt to his head. He nodded over to Callum. “Would you go tuck the hair on her right side over her shoulder? I’d like an unobscured look at the cups of the bralette.”
Callum obeyed without question, rising from his seat to go to Solara’s side. He offered her a soft smile as he took her curls in hand. He tucked the hair behind her shoulder, fingers inadvertently brushing along her bare skin as he did so. A warm blush spread over Callum’s face as he flashed her an apologetic wince, but Solara was oblivious. She was currently sniffling at a much faster pace than before, freckled nose scrunching to the left and right. She let out a shaky, whining little breath as her running nose escaped the confines of her nostrils to slide down onto her upper lip.
“Fuck…” she swore, shoulders shuddering as she crossed her eyes to look at her nose. She made a valiant effort to sniffle the beads of mess back into her nostrils, but Solara’s attempts proved useless. While she didn’t move her head, her eyes flickered up to the painter. “Kien, I need---”
“Not yet,” he said, motions speeding up as he captured the visage of the royal before him. “Don’t move.”
“I--”
“Just a few more minutes.”
Princess Solara looked to Callum next with an expression of pleading that only he ever saw. Solara was an…angry individual, to put it kindly, but she knew that she could turn to her lad-in-waiting in times of crisis. “C-Callum…?”
He knelt to her side immediately, collecting the handkerchief from his breast pocket. A Solara in her right mind would have sooner screamed than allow Callum, or anyone, near her nose. This Solara, however, was only a fraction of her regular self at the moment. She hardly seemed to react at all initially, eyes crossing once again to look at the center of her face. Callum gingerly folded the handkerchief over her freckled nose, using all the care in the world as he wiped the underside. Solara’s cheeks began to visibly darken. Instead of shoving his hand away or barking at him, she simply looked away from Callum’s eyes with a sniffle. “Th-....Thank you, Callum,” she murmured.
Despite Solara being unable to see him, Callum gave her a nod and a reassuring smile. After all he did for Solara on a daily basis, cleaning up her nose was hardly notable for him. Solara, of course, would be apoplectic once her antihistamines (and allergy attack) wore off, but Callum could handle it. He could handle anything about her.
“Stay close,” Kien requested of Callum, nothing but focus on his face as he painted. “In case she needs you again.”
Warmth bloomed in Callum’s chest. In case she needed him again. Callum was quite vocally disliked throughout the entirety capitol, and yet he was somehow good enough for Princess Solara to need. He nodded, remaining seated at her side.
Solara continued to sniffle, though her nose didn’t run as it had a moment ago. She inhaled and exhaled through parted lips in some attempt to keep her nose as unbothered as possible, but Callum was very aware that this wouldn’t last long. He wasn’t sure if Solara was capable of that realization at the moment, though.
As he expected, it didn’t take long for Solara’s nostrils to flare into perfect little circles with a hitch of her breath. Her lashes fluttered shut as she drew one hand up to fan beneath her nose.
“Nonono!” Kien pleaded, gesticulating to Solara. “Stay as you were! Just a minute longer!”
A low whine rumbled in Solara’s throat as she set her hand back in its previous position on the fainting couch. She sniffled sharply, nose starting to scrunch irritably to the side. “I need to s-sneeze,” she said pointedly to Kien, words beginning to snag.
Kien nodded, dipping his brush into a brilliant daisy cream shade of paint. “I understand. We’re nearly there. I’ve just got to finish getting all the petals, so you won’t have to wear the bralette for our next session. Okay, Princess?”
Solara was evidently debating how much she wanted to avoid wearing the daisy bralette in the future. Without waiting for her to ask him, Callum cautiously extended the hand still holding his handkerchief. She stared at his hand for a beat before her eyes flickered up to Callum’s. Solara opened her mouth to speak before she instead trembled with a heady hitch of her breath. Her chest shuddered with the itchy little gasp. Callum pretended not to notice. “Hh--! I-I can’t help it. O-Okay--hehh--!”
He didn’t hesitate. Callum reached behind Solara, placing one steadying hand between her shoulder blades. With the other, he folded his handkerchief back over her nose. There wasn’t a moment to spare before Solara convulsed with a sneeze, doing her best to stay as still as possible. A massive feat, Callum thought, given how very…indelicate her sneeze was.
“HiYYshiyUHH!” she sneezed, just as voluminous and violent as usual. She very nearly forced the handkerchief from his hand with the strength of it. Warmth immediately flooded into the handkerchief with the productive release. Callum found himself glad that he’d made it in time. Daisy-induced sneezes were always terribly messy for Solara, and he knew she would have been horrified to sneeze openly at the moment. She wobbled in the aftermath, momentarily disoriented from that big sneeze.
Callum couldn’t blame his Princess for avoiding sneezing whenever possible. He supposed he would avoid it, too, if his sneeze was as aggressive as hers. It suited her loud personality, though, in a way he found painfully endearing.
Kien jumped in response, just as everyone did when hearing Princess Solara sneeze for the first time. “Fuck--ahem. Goodness. Bless, Prince--”
“Shut up,” Solara snarled at him, flashing Kien a pointed glare over the handkerchief. Just after, her eyes snapped shut all over again. Callum tightened his hold on the handkerchief over her nose to ensure it wasn’t at risk of being sneezed away. He wasn’t the strongest individual, so there wasn’t much he could do about the way she rocked back into the hand he held between her shoulder blades. Once again, Callum tried to avoid staring at the way her chest heaved with every sneeze. “Hh’shYYUH! Woah--!” she gasped when she rocked back.
Callum gave her a quiet look in the eye that he hoped communicated: I’ve got you.
Kien gasped. Callum was about to shoot the painter an unhappy look of his own before seeing exactly what Kien did: Half a dozen daisy petals shuddering off of the bralette’s wire frame with that last sneeze. “No--keep the petals intact!”
Callum didn’t need explanation for the importance of this. Solara’s breath was already seesawing in preparation for another sneeze. Callum rapidly looked between her face and the shuddering bralette. Her hitches were so strong that it began to shake a few petals off of it without even needing to sneeze yet.
He had seen this happen on many an occasion. One or two heavy, hard sneezes, and the bralette would begin falling apart. And Princess Solara was only full of heavy, hard sneezes.
“Hah--!”
He had two options, neither of them ideal. As Solara’s chest rose with a final hitch, Callum decided on the lesser of two evils to keep his Princess’ pride as intact as possible. He dropped the damp handkerchief in his lap and used both hands to hold her chest.
“HihHYYSHuh!”
Attempting to keep Solara’s chest from wobbling with a sneeze was as effective as trying to keep a shattered vase from crumbling. Callum tried, certainly, and he did succeed in cutting down on the amount of petals that could have been shaken free, but it did require holding both cups of the bralette with splayed fingers. Solara’s chest was so…much, that he couldn’t have held them otherwise.
This also involved Solara needing to sneeze without a handkerchief. She seemed to realize at the very last moment that her protective cover was now gone and managed to sneeze downward rather than straight ahead. Even with this precaution, a fine mist still settled on her chest as well as Callum’s forearms and hands.
He wasn’t perturbed. Callum simply hoped this wouldn’t be getting him slapped later. Even if it did, he would have rathered Solara be temporarily enraged with him than permanently humiliated by sneezing her bra to pieces in front of Kien. Callum didn’t distrust the painter, necessarily, but he didn’t think there were many people in the capitol who wouldn’t go bragging about getting to see the Princess completely topless. After an out of control sneezing fit, no less.
After her first love’s abandonment last year, Callum didn’t think Princess Solara could handle much more whispering about her.
Solara sniffled, blinking at Callum through teary lashes. She looked exhausted and embarrassed and--
“Good save! Just a few more---”
No. No few more minutes. Callum was a patient individual (he had to be to work for Solara) that anger didn’t come naturally to, but the sight of Solara’s discomfort mixed with Kien’s calloused response was enough to push him over that edge. Callum shot Kien a pointed frown and shook his head, beginning to discard his jacket. A few petals fell loose from the bralette once his hands were away, but not enough to send it falling apart yet. Solara was already getting a new sneezy expression on her face, so Callum worked quickly.
He wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, doing his best to close it over her ample chest. It didn’t cover them completely, but enough for the moment. He wrapped an arm around Solara and helped her to stand. She looked confused for a moment before that look crumbled with a wobbling chin. “Hh! HyYYshuHH!” she sneezed openly in front of her, another burst of mist dampening her chest. Callum gave her a squeeze in lieu of a blessing and had to resist the urge to use his handkerchief to dab at her chest to dry it.
“‘M sorry…” Solara murmured with a nose-crinkling snuffle.
Kien, of course, was less than thrilled. “No!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and nearly knocking the easel over in the process. “Where are you--? No, no, we were nearly--”
“Kien.” Solara’s voice was unsteady as she let her head fall against Cananver’s shoulder. He smiled softly and squeezed her again. “Fucking deal w--hih! With it.”
He was still protesting as the princess and her lad-in-waiting left the room, Callum holding Solara protectively.
She was out of it. Her head lolled sleepily against him. She blinked up at Callum with a sniffle, raising one hand to rub under her nose. “I…I wanna take a nap,” she said just before she hitched with flared little nostrils again. This time, she was able to smother a sneeze into the arm of his jacket. “Ughh. I’b sorry…”
Callum shook his head, reaching up to smooth unruly locks from her forehead. He couldn’t tell her with words, so he could only hope that Solara felt how he would do anything for his Princess.
I have a new au I’m playing and and have been absolutely stuck on for DAYS! And I’ve drawn enough that I wanna share.
I made sun moon and eclipse as fae dragons
But because I’m trash and have some shit with my own characters, this dragon au is gonna be different.
The story goes like this:
The boys’ bio mother is on the run when she stumbles into the wrong territory; Zytrix the tiger Sphynx’s territory. Her and her feline crew always demand one of two things: food or a life.
The Fae dragon ran with her babies in tow, the cats giving chase. She hid them and promised to return by morning. But she never did.
Ana finds the boys while strolling and takes them to the dragon palace. There she decides to adopt them, gaining Queen Najada’s blessing. Despite the disagreements of some other dragons. Ana cares for Eclipse and the egg soon to hatch.
Years later, while Ana is happy with her pups, the boys bio father makes a return. And there are things he wants.
BUT YE I have a lot in my head for this story and I’ve been slowly writing it in my docs. I might write up some like…smol adventures stuff too. Fluff and small lore that wouldn’t quite fit into the actual story. I’ve actually made a bunch of the fnaf characters into mythical creatures and trying to figure out just where and how they’d all fit into the story! Some of which my friends have been helping me figure out x3
Gnomes With Colds: the Musical (18+, naked gnome sneezing ahoy)
Soooo I wrote another part to these two on my old blog (which I’m just gonna post on this page soon since characters are overlapping and all)!! This is Solara, my human-sized fairy princess (don't ask) and Opal, @virarushi 's asshole gnome OC (1, 2). They're dating and Opal is WAY more distant than Solara would like so she loves when she can take care of him when he's sick :sob:
I'm so blessed (lol) to have Virarushi's approval when writing with this prick, I love it!! Please don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs, this is nsfw
She’d been trying to get him to shower all morning, but prying a cold-ridden Opal off the couch was like helping a beached swordfish back into the ocean; Even if it was in their best interest, they were both more than ready to take a stab at anyone trying to move them. As Solara had insisted would happen, the steam had gotten Opal to (quite audibly) sneeze out a decent amount of the congestion that had his sinuses aching all night. By the time he finally left the bathroom with a wall of steam in his wake, Solara had counted a good five sneezing fits that sounded far more relieving than she knew Opal would admit to. He had never said anything along the lines of ‘you were right, Solara’, and certainly never would.
Solara set her book down as Opal came sniffling out of the shower. She raised both eyebrows in his direction and straightened up on the bed. “That feel better, darling?”
Opal gave a small grunt and a snuffle. That also gave away how much better he really did feel after being too congested to take in a sniffle for over an hour. “A bit.” He was about to head for the walk-in closet before noticing the silk briefs, lounge pants and robe that Solara had left on the bed for him. Opal shivered and didn’t hesitate in dropping the towel from around his waist, taking the briefs first thing.
Solara couldn’t help but watch his efforts to get the briefs on. She had, admittedly, picked out a pair that she knew were a touch too small on him. The opportunity was there, and Solara had taken it. It was just too much fun to watch Opal struggle a little to get the band around his round ass. Solara had to resist the urge to just go take a handful of his butt the way she normally might do, but she knew Opal was in no mood today. He’d been an irritable grouch for days now and was not up for cheekiness.
Solara sat cross-legged on the bed and set her elbows on her knees, plopping her chin into an open palm. “Well, a bit’s better than--”
“ihhd’chheuh!” he suddenly sneezed, a heavy mist bursting from his nose. His ass wobbled, briefs only pulled halfway up. Ohohh, what Solara wouldn’t have given to just go cradle a freckled cheek while he rode out this inevitable-
“hh!”
--sneezing fit.
There was no effort to cover. Opal had barely bothered with that after the first day of being worn down with this sneeze-heavy cold. Solara couldn’t have minded in the slightest. A good show was her reward for taking care of Opal at his pissiest. “hhuhdd’ishuh!” he sneezed again, the second of which Solara knew would be several to come. Those chubby gnomish nostrils of his were teeming with weighty mess that was promptly sneezed away an instant later. Opal gave up on pulling up his briefs, instead setting one hand on the dresser to steady himself. He used the other to cage shaky fingers over his nose, fingers that did nothing to stop the next sneeze-- “hHd’jeuhh!”--that sent a deluge of mess bursting audibly to the floor. Opal groaned, sneezy tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he continued to hitch.
Solara got to her feet, grabbing the box of tissues on the bedside table. Opal normally preferred handkerchiefs, but productive colds like this one always had him busting out the expensive, imported tissues that remained in the back of his closet for when his supply of handkerchiefs would be spent within hours. “Ohhh, Opie…” she cooed, coming to stand before him and offer Opal the tissue box.
He looked at her through cracked eyelids for a brief moment before they snapped shut with another sneeze. This one broke through the flimsy confines of his fingers to douse the front of Solara’s top. The flirt, she thought. “ghhsh’shuh!”
She shivered at the wetness splattering her collarbone. “Here, treasure,” Solara said near breathlessly, giving the tissue box a little shake to get his attention. At last, Opal noticed it and used his caged hand to go for a tissue. A long trail of mess followed his reach. His chest heaved with a whining hitch that, somehow, managed to wait a moment for those tissues to get to his nose before another sneeze erupted from him. He smothered an additional two sneezes into the tissues before the fit seemed to finally come to a close.
“Eugh…” Opal groaned, tears finally escaping his eyes to slide down fevered cheeks. He slowly took the tissues from his nose and reached for more, grasping with desperation.
“Bless you,” Solara said after waiting for that fit to draw to an end.
Opal coughed as he mopped up his nose, meeting Solara’s affectionate gaze at last. It was only after blowing his nose fiercely that his eyes fell to her splattered pink top. Even the confident heir to a financial empire wasn’t exempt from moments of feeling slightly mortified. “...Shit. Sorry,” he said, voice cracking with overexerted hoarseness.
Awwwhhh, her heart. “Don’t worry,” she said, setting the box of tissues on top of the dresser. Solara looped her middle and index fingers around the band of Opal’s briefs, easing them up to finally tuck his ass in. “You can’t help it.”
He most likely could. Solara knew it should have pissed her off a touch that he didn’t seem concerned with her potentially (definitely, really) catching his cold, but she just couldn’t be upset with Opal. It was easy for her to feel mind-splitting rage toward absolutely anyone else, but…not Opal. He was her world and her heart and the only person who had ever wanted her. The only person who ever would. He was going to marry her and bring her into the big family she had always dreamed about, a family full of people who might be able to actually stand her. Catching his cold and dealing with his attitudes and dismissiveness was worth that and then some.
Opal blinked at Solara with heavy eyelids and took in a dragging sniffle. She could see in his eyes how completely exhausted he was with this cold. No matter how assertive and self-assured Opal was, it was times like this that even he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t knocked down a peg or two. No matter how much was in his bank account, no matter how bright his future was, no matter how much of a jerk he could often be, Opal wasn’t above human need.
…Well. Gnomish need.
“Come here, treasure.”
He didn’t pull away when Solara drew him in close to hug. She loved the handful of inches she had on Opal. It made it all the easier to hold him. Solara set a kiss in his wet hair. Opal shivered in her arms. Despite wanting this sweet moment to last as long as it could, it didn’t take long for Opal to pull back from the hug. He wasn’t anything close to the touchy-feely individual that Solara was. She took a breath, shaking off her desire to plead for him to let her hold him again. She’d seen how that had gone plenty of times before. “Let’s get you dressed, Opie. You’re freezing.”
His expression knit back into one of the irritation she’d grown used to these last few days. Oh, well. It had been nice while it lasted. “I’m fine,” he huffed just before a sharp shudder ripped down his spine. Solara bit back a laugh at Opal’s annoyed pout as he went back to the bed with a new shiver and a sigh. He donned his monogrammed robe and matching lounge pants. Opal ran splayed fingers through his hair before setting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, still as plump and red as a tomato.
He was so lovely. It made her emotional sometimes.
“I’m going back to bed,” he grumbled with a near-useless sniffle. Opal winced with a groan and drew a hand to his swollen sinuses. “Ugh. It’s like I never even fucking showered, now,” he said, shaking his head.
Solara went to Opal’s side as he made his way back out to the living room. She wound her fingers with his, giving Opal’s hand a squeeze. It was only a matter of time before he would go through another period of being irritated with her company during this cold, so she was going to utilize the time of relative peace. “Why don’t I give you another sinus massage, heart? That’ll help.”
Opal didn’t seem put off by the idea, but definitely knit his brow with some concern. He rubbed the underside of his nose with the flat of his hand. “I dunno…Really made my nose run last time.”
Did this man really have no clue how sexy he was being? “It helped, though, didn’t it?”
Opal didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. She had seen the relief on his face before when his sinuses had been cleared of some of this heavy deluge. “Fine,” he said, one nostril hiking up higher than the other with another attempt at a sniffle. He met her eyes briefly before his eyes flickered away, lamplight reflecting off of his glasses. “...Thanks.”
Again, her heart could have just sang. That seemed to be a talent of his.
Been using Picrews to make Solara’s shy fairy bestie Callum (who gets sneezed on whilst tiddy squeezin’ in this fic) and in canon he’s pretty sickly and weak looking but my GOD this picrew just….makes me feel several things about him. I think I would adjust his design a bit to make it more like this if I didn’t know Solara would have no choice but to fall so in love with him
(I’m so sorry I have HUNTED for the link/creator to this picrew but I think it was taken down!! If I’m incorrect pls lmk and I’ll edit this with the artist’s username)
