tg's annual sneezefic meme (2019)
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tarotgal
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
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
FILLED: Suffering is Temporary
Date: 2019-04-24 04:45 pm (UTC)“ehhhIKSHH! EhhKIHShhh!” Legolas hastened to cup one of his hands over his nose and mouth as Gimli led him down a pathway by his other hand. Legolas stumbled along behind his dwarf, sneezing too much to pay any attention to where they were going. “ehhh hnnn ehhhhh-IHChhhhh!”
“Galu,” Gimli muttered, pulling Legolas around a corner and then down a narrow flight of wooden stairs.
“IHHHTchhhh! IhTishhhh! Ihhh ihhh KIHSchhh!” They squeezed to the right side of the stairs so that two elves on their way up could pass on the left side. The elves stopped halfway up, however, and stared at Legolas as if they had never seen an elf sneeze before.
And, in fact, they probably had not.
Legolas felt the embarrassment rise up inside him, and he wanted to hide himself away in some distant corner of Lórien until this sneezing passed. But all he could do was follow behind his dwarf.
It had been some years since he had encountered one of the bushes with lovely pink flowers that triggered Legolas' allergies. Over the years, he had become better and better at recognizing it and at checking what items were made of before touching them. He had had a few near misses, but on the whole he had managed to deftly avoid the bush entirely. He was immensely proud of himself for that.
Or, at least, he had been vigilant until today. Gimli and Legolas had traveled to Lothlórien for the spring festival. Though it was perpetually spring in Lothlórien, the passage of winter to spring was taking place outside their realm, and that was cause for their highest annual celebration within. It was a time of renewals and reassurance, of fine foods and dancing. It was, apparently, also a time for little elflings to make wreaths of leaves and place them on respected visitors' heads to show appreciation. The pink flowers were only buds and the normally rich green of the leaves were only a young, bright green. Legolas hadn't noticed until he had four wreaths stacked on his head and one around his neck. He hadn't noticed until it was too late. He hadn't noticed until he'd started sneezing uncontrollably.
“hehhh-IHSchhh! Hetchhhh! Hnn hehh Nngg hehh-IHShhhh! Kehshh! EhhKtchhh! Hhh hnnn EHSchhhhh! Sniff! HEHTChhhhh!”
And then all the elves at the celebration had noticed him. The music had stopped. The dancing had stopped. The chatting and singing and merriment had stopped. Every elf there had turned to watch curiously as Legolas had sneezed and as Gimli had panicked for just a moment before leaping into action.
Gimli had thrown off the wreaths on his head first, then had shoved away the ones decorating his elf. Then he had pulled his handkerchief out and tried to wipe Legolas' twitching, streaming nose. But Legolas, in his desperation to rid himself of the irritating tickle, had sneezed in his face then grabbed the handkerchief himself to hide his nose and face in it as best he could. He had apologized profusely between sneezes and had scratched at his reddening neck even as Gimli had taken him by the elbow and had led him away from the celebration with orders to not scratch or it would only get worse.
“ihhhTchhhh! IhhhhhTCHHH!” Even his sneezes reminded him of how itchy he felt on top of feeling sneezy, as if he needed the reminder. “hh-Hihtchhhhhh!” He wasn't sure where Gimli was leading him, but he very much hoped it was to a tub where he might bathe and rid himself of the irritation.
Therefore, Legolas was disappointed, though not entirely surprised, when Gimli led him straight to the kitchens.
One of the kitchen attendants tried to stop them from entering. “Sir Dwarf, you cannot—”
“Out of my way,” Gimli snapped, motioning for the elf to step aside at once. He was like a stone rolling down a steep mountain and would not be stopped. “I've got an elf to take care of.”
“We can make you whatever you desire,” the attendant offered.
“I wish you could, laddie, but—”
Gimli was interrupted by Legolas sneezing. “ihh-Kschhh! IhhHihtchh! Ehhkshhhh! Hehshhhhh!” Gimli rubbed Legolas' back and murmured something soothing in the dwarvish tongue that made the corners of Legolas' mouth turn up in just the faintest of smiles even as Legolas massaged his itching, tickling nose with the handkerchief.
The attendant, on the other hand, stared unblinkingly at Legolas, stunned to see the majestic elf snapping forward with each irrepressible sneeze and rearing back with a sharp breath for the next. He did not speak and did not move as Gimli pushed passed him, with Legolas still in tow, to head toward the bottles of herbs in a rack on the far wall of the kitchen. The dwarf parked Legolas there and then began to make his way through the bottles, pulling each out one at a time to glance at the labels. He gave a pleased grunt at the sight of one and set it on the countertop while he went through the rest. The rest of the kitchen staff moved back to give them space but kept watching.
“hehh-IHHTchhhh! Gibli...” Legolas started, uncertainly. He rubbed his hand up and down his upper arm and then wrapped both hands around his chest, hugging himself. Though it gave him little comfort, it did keep him from scratching. No matter what he did with his hands, he was still exposed and being watched and being laughed at. His nose might be stuffed-up, but his ears worked just fine, and he could hear their light, elven sniggers and twitterings from across the room. “Hurry, blease?” was all that Legolas could think to ask.
“Aye, I'm working as fast as I can here.” Aragorn had taught Gimli how to make some herbal tea that would quiet the sneezes, but it did take some time to brew properly. “You'll have yer cure as soon as it's ready. I know you want to stop sneezing.”
“I do.” Then he glanced around. There were a few elves huddled in one corner, laughing and pointing. Some of the kitchen staff kept glancing over, looking amused. And more than a dozen other elves who had followed from the celebration hovered in the doorway, watching the dramatic effects of Legolas' allergy attack.
“ihhh ehhh-KTchhhh! Kihshhh! Hihhh-Gib-hehhhh-li-ihhh-IHHShhhh!”
Gimli paused and turned, adding his own pair of eyes to the crowd gazing at Legolas. Then he reached out and pulled his elf close. “Bury yourself against me,” he murmured. He'd been wearing the wreath as well, and Legolas nuzzling into his hair was likely an awful idea. But the elf was already sneezing his head off, so it wasn't as though he could get much worse. “Hide yourself until this is ready.”
At first, Legolas doubted this would help at all. But he felt another fierce tickle in his nose, and he felt so many elves watching and laughing as he acted so completely unelvish, that he decided he truly had nothing to lose. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in Gimli's tunic. Gimli lifted his arm, and Legolas nuzzled into Gimli's armpit. His nose was far too stuffed for him to be able to smell his dwarf's scent, which would have gone far toward comforting him. But the arm that Gimli wrapped around his shoulders helped significantly. Legolas closed his eyes and clung to Gimli.
“hhhh-Uffffff! H'umff!” His sneezes were soft and muffled, and his contorting, itching face hidden from view as he sneezed relief filled him immediately, and he held on tighter, his hands squeezing fistfuls of Gimli's tunic. “huhh... hhh-Chfff! Hmffff!”
Gimli hummed as he worked, partly to mask the sound of Legolas' almost constant sniffles and partly because it helped him keep track of where he was in brewing. As soon as the water in the kettle hanging over the fire whistled that it was hot enough, Gimli used his free hand to add the herbs in their carefully measured amounts.
He rubbed his hand back and forth across Legolas' back and shoulderblades, whispering little reassurances every so often like “Almost ready” and “Not long now” and “Aye, that's it. Sneeze it out.”
“ihhh.. ihhFfff! Hihffff! Hexffff”
“Galu. Just a few more minutes.”
Immortal though he might be, to a sneezing elf, that length of time seemed an eternity. “ehh-Huchffff! Shufffff! Hshhffff! Hn... hnnnnn! h'Ikshffff!”
And then 'just a few more minutes' became 'now.'
Gimli poured the tea one-handed, blew on the surface to cool it a little, and then patted Legolas on the back. “All right. Lift your head and take a few sips for me. Be careful as it's still a little hot.”
In all his years, Legolas had never burned his tongue, so he disobeyed and gulped down the tea all at once.
The result was hardly instantaneous, but the first thing to back off was the intense urge to scratch his head and neck, all the places the leaves and buds had been. The relief in shaking off that itch made him sigh. His shoulders sagged as he leaned back into Gimli.
“hnn-Ihfffff!”
Gimli waited, making sure it was just the one this time before blessing his elf. The fact that it was only one this time was an excellent sign that the herbs were starting to do their work.
Gimli absolutely hated seeing Legolas suffering miserably from allergies. And he knew Legolas was terribly embarrassed to have had this violent allergic reaction in front of so many of his kin. But being able to take care of his elf and hold him close like this was exhilarating. He put his arm back around Legolas, letting his elf know that they could stay here like this as long as he needed. Gimli would always fight for him; there was never any question of that. But he would also comfort and care and protect if the situation called for that instead. He didn't mind that his tunic was wet from sneezes. He didn't mind that half of Lothlórien was watching.
Let them watch. Let them be jealous. Let them wish they had a dwarf of their own to look after them.
Re: FILLED: Suffering is Temporary
Date: 2019-04-25 03:14 pm (UTC)Poor Legolas, I was so embarrassed for him/with him. The curiosity I get, but the snickers were just mean. Stuck up Lothlorien elves! I felt a little bad for the elflings too, watching their wreaths be destroyed, but I imagine Legolas and Gimli will explain things to them later and Gimli will charm them again, because that’s what Gimli does. :-)
As for Gimli, how wonderful is he?! So sweet and supportive and just sweeping in and taking care of everything. I want one! Lol.
Re: FILLED: Suffering is Temporary
Date: 2019-04-25 05:00 pm (UTC)Legolas and Gimli will DEFINITELY smooth things over with the little elflings. Thanks for thinking of them. I feel like, were it not for the itching/rash and the experience knowing how bad the sneezing would get, Legolas might have tried to tough it out for their sake. But Gimli wouldn't have let his elf suffer in any case.
I love that by now in their relationship, Gimli knows what to do and how to help and is going to make damn well sure Legolas gets what he needs (even if it means sailing off to the undying lands by his side). Gimli never was the type to put up with ceremony for ceremony's sake when there was something more important afoot, but I imagine many years of their being together also means many years of caring for/protecting Legolas (Legolas doing the same for him, of course) and by now he's not going to let anything stop him. He always seemed like an "act first, deal with the consequences later" kind of dwarf :-)
Re: FILLED: Suffering is Temporary
Date: 2019-05-01 01:24 pm (UTC)