tarotgal: (Sense8- Cluster Comfort)
12. Many (again)
(Sense8, Cluster)

Riley stroked Will’s cheek. He stirred, coughing and snuffling. She got a tissue for him and tried not to feel overwhelmed by helplessness.

“Boiling water and carom seeds will help with the cough,” Kala advised.

“Asian pears with honey,” Sun suggested.

“Nah, Makatussin’s what he needs,” said Wolfgang.

“Or tequila shots.” Lito mimed tossing one back.

“Just get some rest,” Capheus said knowingly. “It could be worse.”

Will sneezed, wincing as she rubbed his nose.

“At least get softer tissues.” Nomi settled on the bed and everyone else did the same. Remedies were in short supply, but comfort was not.

12. Many

Jul. 26th, 2017 12:04 am
tarotgal: (Dwarf Axe)
12. Many
(Middle Earth, Oin/Frár/Eagen/Nord/Toron/Gloin/Sima)

Eagen sat up in bed, gasping. He clamped both hands over his nose and mouth. But he still snapped forward. “Ehhktchhhhh! Ehh-ehhhKehtchhhh!

All around him, his spouses woke. He flushed, wishing he could invent something to help him disappear or from the bed they shared. He muttered an apology, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes.

But then he felt many hands petting him, stroking him, caressing him. He felt kisses to his temples and his cheeks. A warm blanket was wrapped around him and a soft handkerchief was pressed into his hand.

Everyone snuggled close, comforting him from all sides.
tarotgal: (Pissed Off)
11. Restraint
(Forever Knight, Nick/Natalie)

Burning with fever, Nick leaned on the counter for support. He could hear her heartbeat, the blood pulsing through her. His eyes went straight to her neck.

Natalie moved closer as she drew her hand across his forehead. “How long?” she asked.

He heard the question as though it were a mile away. It was drowned out by the beating, the rushing. He was so hungry. He had to feed.

His fangs descended. His sight fixed. He needed blood.


Nick pulled back, tearing his gaze away, recovering his senses. But he was still burning hot. And still so hungry.

Jul. 23rd, 2017 03:53 pm
tarotgal: (Star Wars- Finn/Poe)
10. Prickle
(Star Wars, Finn/Poe)

It was a strange sensation, the prickling deep in his nose. It was something he couldn’t stop, couldn’t fight against. “hahhh-Ehhtchhhhh!

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Poe asked, rubbing a couple fingers under his own nose and then sneezing into the back of his gloved hand. “ihhhTchhhhhhh! Hihhhtchhhh!

Good wasn’t exactly how Finn would have described it. But now that he brought it up… Poe did have that look in his eyes, the one that meant he was going to jump on Finn at any second. “What’d you call these flowers again?”

Because of Poe’s kiss, Finn didn’t get an answer.
tarotgal: (Legolas/Gimli)
9. Cloak
(Middle Earth, Legolas/Gimli)

They’d taken shelter under some trees for the night, but the snow and wind still found them. Gimli shivered. His teeth chattered. His nose ran. He could barely feel his hands, though he had them tucked under his thighs to keep them warm.

“Are you cold?” Legolas asked softly, his words nearly eclipsed by the storm.

“N-nay,” Gimli replied, trying not to sniffle.

Legolas moved to take off a cloak.

“Don’t!” Gimli reached out to stop him. “I gave that to you because you’re ill. You need it.”

Legolas hesitated then reached out, pulling Gimli under the cloak with him.
tarotgal: (Firefly- group)
8. River (Again)


“Bless you!” Kaylee popped into the cockpit. “You comin’ down with somethin’?”

River shrugged.

“If you are, you should see your brother.”

River shrugged again and coughed a little.

Kaylee turned. “I’ll go get him for you.”

“No!” River reached out, grabbing Kaylee’s arm. “Just keep me company?”

After a moment, Kaylee nodded. River relaxed. Much as she wanted her brother to get her medicine, she didn’t want Kaylee to find Simon, because Simon was currently in bed with Jayne.

They didn’t know she knew, but she did. She knew everything. “ihhhChii!” Except where Simon kept the cold medicine.
tarotgal: (Riverdale- Jughead)
8. River

eh ehh Ehptchoo!” Jughead rubbed the back of his wrist against his nose. This was crazy. He hadn’t even gone into the river; he’d just watched and worried as he made sure Betty and Veronica stayed back and Archie pulled Cheryl out. “ehhh-Heptchooo! Sniff!” And, yet, here he was with sniffles and chills that wouldn’t go away. Crazy.

Sitting in the only chair in the trailer that wasn’t broken, he poured the hot water from the kettle into the bowl his bare feet were already in. Warmth spread through him. “ehh EhhTChoo!” It wasn’t enough, but it was a start.
tarotgal: (SPN- Sam with a Blanket)
7. Prayer

Dean could hear Sam down the hall, coughing. Was it just the trials or was he sick again?

His hands folded on the bed, legs bent at the knees, head hung, Dean once again pleaded for Castiel’s help. By now, he was pretty sure the angel wasn’t listening. But just in case, Dean kept asking. Talking to Cas was different from praying somehow. But he was willing to talk to anyone who could help Sam.

heh-EHtchhhh!” Sam sneezed.

Sick again, then. Dean grabbed the spare blanket off the foot of his bed and went in search of his little brother.
tarotgal: (Breakfast Club- Group)
6. Reunion
(The Breakfast Club)

His allergies acting up, Brian scrubbed at his nose. “Think the girls will show?”

Andrew shrugged, leaning back in his chair to study the door. Muffled music from the cafeteria where the dance was being held could be heard. “Probably not. I’m just surprised Bender did.”

“Hey, that’s Dr. Bender to you,” John corrected. “It’s their loss if they don’t come.”

Brian sneezed, the sound much louder in the empty library than he’d expected, making him blush. He looked down at the High School 20th Reunion nametag on his shirt.

But the others’ attention was on the opening library door.
tarotgal: (Yuri On Ice- Victor Clinging)
5. Manipulate
(Yuri on Ice, Victor/Yuuri)

It was past midnight. Yuuri was ill. But Yuuri was still practicing. What would make him stop? After Yuuri sneezed and fell during a jump, Victor called him over to offer the poodle tissue box.

“I cad get this,” Yuuri promised, his nose running into a tissue.

Victor sighed. “Well, I’m heading home. I want a hot bath and a pork cutlet bowl.” Dramatically he turned and headed for the exit. He was nearly there when he looked over his shoulder. “I said: I want a pork cutlet bowl.”

Yuuri’s eyes widened and off came his skates for the night.
tarotgal: (Sherlock-sitting)
4. Betrayal
(Sherlock, John & Sherlock)

The footsteps paused then entered the room. There was no clear, discernible pattern to their movement—first they were by the fireplace then by the window then back near the stairs.

hn!” No. Please not now!hnnn-huh! h’Yihpttchh!

At once, the curtain was drawn aside and the space between armchair and wall thoroughly examined. “How awful to be betrayed by your own nose,” John smirked. “How did you even manage to fit there?”

Reluctantly, Sherlock squeezed out of his hiding spot. “Suppose you’ll ply me with all sorts of nasty cold remedies now?”

“You’re brilliant, Sherlock.” John patted his back.
tarotgal: (Avengers-colorful)
3. Cells
(Avengers, Tony/Steve/Bucky)


Bucky sat hunched over, elbows on knees, head in hands. At the sound, his head snapped up to look from his jail cell into the next. “You cold?”

Tony crossed his arms over his chest. The only thing he wore were boxers. “Can’t imagine why. Sniff! When’s Steve coming?”

Bucky shrugged and ran one good hand and one metal one through his hair. “Long time, I hope. He’s gonna chew us out. We promised we wouldn’t wind up here again.”

“Steve knew we wouldn’t keep that promise.” He sighed. “Just wish I could remember what we did this time.”
tarotgal: (10thK- Wolf thoughtful & determined)
2. Fleece
(The 10th Kingdom, Wolf/Virginia)

“Would you get me a blanket?” Curled up on the couch, Wolf shivered.

After depositing their cub in the baby bouncer, Virginia pushed used tissues aside to settle on the couch. She draped a large, green blanket over him.

“This isn’t the one from the bedroom.” He sounded disappointed. He tugged at the blanket and froze as it brushed his cheek. “What is this?”


He shook his head. “I’m an expert on sheep, and—huff puff—this is not fleece!”

“I can get you anoth—“

“No.” He snuggled and nuzzled into the blanket. “I0th Kingdom fleece is magical…”
tarotgal: (SPN- Samulet)
I'm shooting for 25 this time. I've got all but 8 written, so I thought I'd start sharing. Also, I'm trying to switch to DW now, so I'm cross-posting differently as an experiment. Let's see how this goes!

1. Convalescence
(Supernatural, Sam/Dean)

When Dean stirred, Sam got out of the car. He opened the back door and retucked the blankets.

“Sam…” Dean’s voice was weak. He didn’t even have the energy to lift his head, but he objected to this fussing. “Y’don’t have to do this every time…”

“Yeah, I do. How are you? Can you eat?” Sam offered a granola bar.

“Dunno…” Dean closed his eyes. “So tired…”

Sam kissed Dean’s forehead. “Don’t fight it. Recovery will take a while. Rest up.” Sam got back behind the wheel and drove until the movement of the car sent Dean back to sleep.


Contents of this journal include: sneeze fetish references and lots of hurt/comfort, short fics and/or WIPS, everything from gen and het to slash and femslash, everything from G to NC-17, random ramblings about my life and fandom obsessions.

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