I'm feral about photic Il/ya at a press conference or a red carpet event. Sh/ane keeps chastising him for not covering and says "I know you're photic but knock it off. Germs". Il/ya says "fo- what?? What the fuck does that mean Hollan/der ?" . Sh/ane blushes at having to explain what sun or bright light sneezes are because he has the fetish. Il/ya opts to sneeze on Sh/ane's shoulder since he wanted him so badly to cover. The Canadian sighs and said "not like that dipshit". And the Russian says "don't wanna ruin my suit". The shorter one says "so you ruin mine??".
Katya canonically has the photic sneeze reflex because she's a vampire, and the fact that her father has it bad. In a tanning salon, which neither Katya nor Liz would go to, Katya would have a hard time trying not to sneeze due to the UV light on her face. Any UV light, natural or artificial, makes her sneeze. Also, in a tanning bed, she'd probably be a sneezing mess due to the fumes and the light.
I'm black, and I don't know the mechanics of a tanning salon. Can someone enlighten me?! 😞
Even flashing her face with a flashlight or even the moonlight will make her to go into a fit of sneezes.
The fact I'm just noticing this is weird. 😂
Katya's also allergic to garlic, holy water, cats, and Lily of the valley.
Something both Liz and Katya will sneeze at: Cats and some "Holy" flowers.
In a shameless attempt at getting more followers and engagement because I've lurked for far too long most of my life and want to make a honest effort to engage with this part of my life more I offer this:
I have been blessed genetically to be a photic sneezer and to also have minor allergies in addition to general strong smell triggers. This leads to 5-10 sneezes typically a day, mostly singles. Occasional doubles and the odd fit here or there.
I work in an office building where the parking garage and door I exit faces to the west and this time of year I'm ambushed by the sun every day it isn't cloudy. I also happened to buy some new strong peppermint gum and chewing mint gum can often trigger a sneeze.
While in the elevator I popped a piece into my mouth and start feeling that familiar tickle. I exit and head to the door and get attacked by the bright sun 🌞. So almost immediately I have two common triggers vying for control of the sneeze nerve (sure lets call it that). To my surprise it's almost like my body queued up a really rapid double, one per trigger, like a computer script. I'm terrible at describing sneezes so use your imagination here but it was basically a sneeze and while sneezing without a second breath another sneeze. Stifle to let out because I was so surprised.
If you made it this far let me know if you think the sun was the first sneeze and the mint was the second or the other way around!
This is a very rushed ficlet with photic!Henry during their first “photoshoot” together at Kensington Palace. Shoutout to subtitles for having my back again, as I was able to quickly copy the lines down into my fic.
Alex would rather be anywhere than at Kensington Palace waiting for His Royal Dickhead to arrive.
Okay, maybe not anywhere, but the point stands.
Why does he have to take time out of his day to fake smiles and act like he’s best friends with Henry, anyway? Henry was the one who caused this entire mess when he let go of the handkerchief Alex was trying to help clean him off with, anyway. It wasn’t Alex’s fault that a $75,000 cake was right behind him.
Thankfully, it’s only a matter of moments until Henry’s flashy car races into the lot, but that also means Alex has to be face to face with him again. Or, maybe not completely, since he is wearing sunglasses. It’s not even sunny outside, so that’s a clear dick move… but what else is new?
“Alex. It’s good to see you,” Henry says as he steps out of the car, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves. “Sober.” He adds at the last moment.
Ha ha. Very funny. Of course he would--
Shaan grabs his arm. “One of our photographers will now take some pictures of His Royal Highness welcoming you.” He’s pulled over toward Henry before he knows it.
“Well, don’t I get to shower and change first?” This is absolutely ridiculous. All for some pictures?
“I’m afraid we’re on a very tight schedule, sir.”
Alex can’t help himself from retorting: “Oh, my god, wouldn’t want to screw up the ‘shedyule’.” He ends up to the left of Henry as the man removes his sunglasses and straightens his posture even more than the stick up his ass already makes it.
Just as he expected, he’s being herded again, but this time to the other side of Henry because god forbid the Prince look anything less than perfect.
Speaking of perfect… Henry gasps quietly as Alex crosses in front of him. It’s probably just Henry bothered by how close Alex is to him, so Alex thinks nothing of it. He really needs to get used to being near Alex if they’re going to--
“Hegnxt!”
Did he just… sneeze?
Alex turns to look at Henry as the other man is turned away, wrist held up to his face. He stays in place for a moment before jerking with another sneeze. “Hegnnxtt!” This one is less controlled and harsher, as if it’s more difficult to stifle. However, it seems he’s done since he straightens up with a quiet sniffle.
Shaan’s by his side within seconds, offering him a crisp, white handkerchief. Henry waves him off and steels his expression back into one fit for royal duties.
Alex doesn’t know what to do. Does he bless him and risk getting thrown in the dungeon or ignore the act entirely and get this over with? Since he’s always been more of a little shit than anything, he chooses the former.
“Bless you?” Alex offers, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize you were human after all.”
Henry doesn’t even look at him, but at least he responds -- albeit absentmindedly. “Of course I’m human, Alex.” There isn’t any bite in his response, but Alex can tell he’d rather get this over as soon as possible.
So let them. He’ll learn more about the pain-in-his-ass later.
someone trying to hide either a summer cold or their allergies from their friends, but are launched into a fit as soon as they step out the door because they forgot about the damn sun
