tarotgal: (Marvel-S.H.I.E.L.D. Logo)
20. Exhausting
(Marvel, Clint/Coulson)

heh-Ihptshhh!

Clint could barely keep his eyes open as he pressed tissues to Coulson’s face. “All right?” Clint asked.

Coulson nodded weakly, nose running. Coulson had sneezed and coughed constantly all night long, and Clint hadn’t had more than an hour of sleep in total.

“Good.” He pulled the blankets up to Coulson’s chin. “Then try to get some sleep.”

“I’b dot really tired…”

Clint’s hopes fell. He scrubbed his knuckles against his dry, burning eyes.

“Clidt?”

“Looking after you is exhausting. If you go to sleep, I’ll finally be able to get a few hours of rest as well.”
tarotgal: (SPN- Impala and the boys)
19. Familiar
(Supernatural, Sam & Dean)

Everything felt different since returning from Purgatory. The world felt too colorful, too complicated. Even the cold he had didn’t feel so bad. His head pounded, his throat was sore, and his nose was stuffed-up, but it was just a cold. Not nearly as bad as Sam was making it out to be.

“C’mon.”

Frowning, Sam muttered something then sneezed into his arm. He shuffled toward the Impala.

Dean took his seat behind the wheel. Same old car. Same old complaining Sammy. Same old Dean pushing them to hunt and taking care of them both. This, at least, was familiar.
tarotgal: (Torchwood- Stopwatch)
7. Prayer (Again)
(Grantchester, Sidney/Geordie)

The church was empty. The peace made it easier to pray but was also disconcerting. If people stopped coming, he’d be out of a job. He smiled when he heard footsteps making their way down the aisle.

He wrapped up his prayers then he turned with a heady sort of compassion.

Only it wasn’t a parishioner. It was Geordie, looking defeated. Geordie with a handkerchief at his nose. His hayfever was acting up. At least no one was in the church to be bothered if he sneezed. And no one was in the church to see the two men embrace.
tarotgal: (Remus/Sirius)
So... sometimes when I looked at the prompt words, I got multiple ideas about what fandom/situation to write about. I'm bad at choosing and decided, instead, to write them both.

6. Reunion (Again)
(Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius)

“When Dumbledore sent me to you… I was worried you wouldn’t take me in.”

Remus laughed. He stretched, naked, spanning the height of the small bed. He rubbed at his tickling nose. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me. It’s been years. I haven’t aged well.”

“Nonsense.” Sirius reached over, pushed Remus’ hand away, and rubbed Remus’ nose for him. Remus relaxed. No one could drive a sneeze away like Sirius could. Even the sneeziest of colds didn’t stand a chance around him. “You’re just the way I remember you.”

“So are you,” Remus returned, leaning over for a kiss.

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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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