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tg's annual sneezefic meme (2019)
Directions:
1. Post prompts. Any fandom (original fic allowed as well) and any pairing, as long as there is potential sneezing involved character. There is no limit to how many prompts you can post.
2. Please warn for anything current that might be potentially spoilery!
3. Prompt posting will be open while there's interest, most likely until this time next year
4. Reply to any prompts you like with art/drabbles/ficlets/fics in parts/links to fics in your blog. The entry must not be friends-locked.
5. Please warn for anything that might be a trigger including something an emetophobe like me might have a problem with.
6. Prompts can have as many fills as people feel like writing. Just because one person has filled a prompt doesn't mean you can't write for that prompt as well. Different spins on the same thing are absolutely welcome!
7. There will be no deadline for fic responses. If you see a prompt you like and want to write it, go ahead!
8. There's no limit to how many you can write either. WRITE THEM ALL!
9. Please feel free to pimp this on any communities and forums you think would be interested in this.
10. You are allowed to repost prompts from previous or other memes. If the prompt belongs to someone else, just give them credit. You're also more than welcome to reprompt your own!
11. My birthday is April 19. I'm just saying...
Have fun, everybody!
Fills:
Sneezing and wearing fingerless gloves.
Water Demons by
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vergoftowelsMarvel
"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
A Head Cold, Exhaustion, and a Complicated Washing Machine by
tarotgalMiddle Earth
It's a bit embarrassing to be the only Elf with allergies. Luckily, the elf's significant other finds it more than a little endearing.
Suffering is Temporary by
tarotgalOriginal Characters
A character has a cold but just feels a little like sneezing from it. The character doesn't have allergies but does get an itchy nose at really powerful scents. Combine the two and the character has to sneeze so badly!
They've Discontinued My Perfume by Anonymous
Character gets turned on by their own sneezing (whether just naturally, or because of a curse or something) and tries to ignore it. But then they catch a cold or have a strong allergic reaction to something, and it becomes harder and harder to ignore, so to speak.
Exhibit by
vergoftowels"Wow. How many times have you sneezed today?"
"I don't know, I lost count."
Untitled by
vergoftowelsPerson A is carrying something delicate (like a fresh painting, tray of china, hot bowl of soup) and there's nowhere for them to put it down when they feel a sudden sneeze coming.
Person B come over to steady them and ends up catching the oncoming sneezing fit for Person A while trying to protect whatever item it is.
Toward Satisfaction by
tarotgalTwo characters have to share one small sleeping bag, so small that there's barely room to turn over. One character is coming down with a cold and can't help but sneeze over the other person all night long.
And OMG, They Were Rollmates by
vergoftowelsSupernatural
Sam's got a cold, and colds and migraines really don't mix well.
Vigilance by
tarotgalStar Wars
Finn's been on suppressants all his life, because sexual urges are just a distraction for stormtroopers. Now that he's off them, he's discovering all kinds of new things, including that he really likes it when Poe sneezes.
Tell Me What You Want by
tarotgal
no subject
"I don't know, I lost count."
Fill - Original M/M
Fallon bent with the sneeze, clutching his schedule book to his chest and trying to direct most of the spray to the side. The abrupt change in posture sent his golden hair flying into his face and his glasses slipping down his slim nose.
"Wow," drawled his companion, who had long since given up on blessing his advisor. "How many times have you sneezed today??" Adrial was draped over the chaise lounge at the head of the room, as usual, observing with an annoying smugness. He wasn't a particularly sympathetic man on the best of days, and whenever Fallon found himself in a tight spot, it always seemed to be exacerbated by Adrial. Of course, Adrial was a duke and could do whatever he wanted. And he was Fallon's master.
"I've lost coundt," he muttered in response, straightening. The soft, pale skin around his eyes and nostrils was rosy with irritation and felt hot to the touch. He pushed up his glasses with an elegant finger and tried not to let on how terrible he was beginning to feel. Though he could often be taken by an affliction of sneezing, this was unusually intense. His ears and throat itched maddeningly and he wanted to wash the inside of his head out with cold water...
"That's unfortunate." Adrial's voice was light with mirth. "Come here."
Fallon tried not to let his jaw tighten as he walked up to the self-styled throne. He wasn't in the mood for this today. He took a knee, but when he glanced up to assess the duke's mood, he found Adrial shaking his head. Fallon frowned minutely in confusion. "You don't want my mouth, master?"
"Later," said Adrial. "Did you forget that I have an audience this afternoon? Get up. Try to act like a proper advisor." Rings glittered against his dark skin as he waved Fallon to the side.
Fallon swallowed, chastised, because he had forgotten. He rose stiffly and took a position behind the chaise, hastily reviewing the appointments in his book. Right, there it was. The head of the merchants' guild was coming to discuss tariffs for the new year. He sighed. Any hope of being dismissed early went out the window. Trade discussions were the worst and Adrial often took out any frustration with Fallon afterward. He sniffed, hoping that somehow this would fly by without requiring his input or him drawing attention to himself. But life would never be so kind to him. Even such a small sniffle caught in his chest and he felt his nostrils flare, the only warning he had before another pair of sneezes forced its way out.
"Eigschiu!! Hh-- hngschiuh!!"
"Hold it in, would you?" Adrial snapped. "I don't need you teasing me now." A bell rang at the door and a page ducked her head in to announce the guildmaster. "I will see him now," Adrial said. He glanced over his shoulder. "Behave."
Fallon wanted the floor to open and swallow him. Or maybe to punch out the duke. Unfortunately, neither option was likely. He rubbed his nose fiercely until their guest came in and then tried to fade into the background.
It was so difficult. Every breath felt like torture, even though he tried not to use his nose. His nostrils twitched with the intensity of the itch inside, until he was using all of his willpower to hold back. Adrial and the guildmaster were deep in discussion, but Fallon knew that if he sneezed now, he would hear about it later. So he shivered and struggled to hold back for the duration of the meeting, until his eyes were filled with tears and his nose was running down his lip.
"It has been a pleasure," said Adrial, after what felt like an eternity. He rose from his chair to escort the guildmaster to the door, promising to meet again after the new year celebrations to draft paperwork. He closed the door after, and drew across the chain to lock it. Then he turned and gave Fallon a look from head to toe. "Very well."
"Heischgiu!! Engktschiu! Hh- heh-- HH--" Fallon trembled, gasping, before sneezing again, and again. His nose was aflame and he couldn't hold back. "Eygschhiu!! The sneezes curled him into himself and he dropped his book. He tried to cover his nose with his hands, but Adrial came and took both of his wrists.
"Now now," purred the duke. "We wouldn't want to hide your pretty face." He leaned in and brushed his lips against Fallon's, though he drew back before his advisor could get him in the face. "Come here." He drew Fallon into his arms, tucking the other man's face against the crook of his shoulder. Fallon wrapped his fingers in Adrial's robe as he shook and tried desperately to free himself from the itch.
Hsgschiu! Esschiu! Essch!! Hrgktsciuu!
It probably took at least fifteen minutes for the fit to calm. Fallon was gasping, leaning against Adrial. His knees felt like jelly and his head felt light and stuffed with cotton. Adrial's shoulder was a mess, the silk shiny with it, and Fallon felt his stomach rise to his throat when he realized. "I'm sorry," he tried, voice scratchy and weak. Adrial was going to punish him for that, and he didn't think he could manage oral right now.
It was a shock when he felt Adrial lay a warm hand against his nape.
"It's all right," said the duke, voice sweet. "You must be exhausted.
Whatever is troubling you this day must be very fierce indeed. Go to the springs and clean yourself. I am dismissing you for the rest of the day."
Fallon blinked and then scrubbed at his overflowing eyes. "Th- hih-- thank you, my lord." He craved the comfort of his bed and the cool dark of his room, where even though he would be alone, he would be able to rest. "I will attend to you in the morning."
"Oh, I don't think so," said Adrial, releasing him. "When you are done at the baths, you will go to my chambers, where I shall attend to you." He pressed another kiss to Fallon's mouth, relishing in the salt taste. "I will ensure that you are made free of this ailment and able to sleep deeply. You know that you are very precious to me."
And although Adrial could often be a cruel man, or a cold man, no friend to those he perceived had crossed him, Fallon flushed, and bowed. He has still sworn himself to this man, and he knew that Adrial's hands on him would ease the bowstring tension from his body.
"Yes, my lord."
Re: Fill - Original M/M
The sneeze spellings are exquisite. "Hold it in, would you?" Adrial snapped. "I don't need you teasing me now." And that torture of holding the sneezes in during that whole meeting because he fears punishment worked SO WELL. Also, love Fallon's appearance with his glasses. And that intense fit when he's finally able to let them out was so good!
At first, the inequality between their positions made me a little hesitant. But their dynamic is done SO WELL it drew me right in and held tight. I love that Fallon suffers rather than disappoint the duke (nose running down to his lip; GUH! YES PLEASE! Poor thing). And Adrial being so sweet to him was such a surprising turn for both me and for Fallon, though a very welcome one indeed. I love that Adrial will be looking after him (and perhaps taking advantage of those sneezes) all night.
I imagine it will be a while before Fallon can stop sneezing; every time he tries to clean up in the springs with hopes of clearing out whatever's tickling him, water gets up his nose and irritates his poor already-irritated nose even more. And Adrial gets annoyed after a while because he's tired and not getting any rest. So the only way he can get any rest is to sooth and comfort his adviser.
Re: Fill - Original M/M
(I saw you comment when you wrote it, but I've been busy with work and I forgot to reply until now. XD)
FILLED: A Head Cold, Exhaustion, and a Complicated Washing Machine
It ran long. So here it is: https://tarotgal.dreamwidth.org/1121019.html