#Gen/shin Im/pact

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How many Bai/z/hu enjoyers are here? Please let me know! I haven't played Gen/shin in a good while, but today I hopped on and did his character story quest, and oh my goodness I love him even more, and the snz hc's are arriving again!!! If people are interested, I'll share the ones I shared in Snzhnaya here tomorrow (it's past 2 am now so I should go to bed). Note that they'll include spoilers for his character story quest, although I'll block those off with a cut so anyone who hasn't done the story quest won't get spoiled

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Just saw an announcement of a new Genshin character, Emilie, and there's this... 👀

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after. MONTHS. i have finally completed this Wanderer fic everybody clap

word count: 5k

Of all the people that Aether had been expecting to see as a participant at the Interdarshan Championship, the Wanderer was not one of them. 

The Hat Guy name was completely unexpected as well, and it had honestly taken everything in Aether’s power to not burst out laughing the instant that the other was introduced on stage by that name. The fact nobody else seemed to think of it as strange made Aether outright think he was hallucinating for a moment, but a simple glance at Paimon’s equally as confuzzled expression dismissed that idea. 

After briefly talking to the other contestants, Aether tracked down the Wanderer to the side of the stage- 

Turning the corner, he caught sight of the Wanderer ducking his head into his hand, once- twice- three times, his hat giving off a faint jingling sound with each movement. Aether raised an eyebrow, but was cut off by Paimon before he could even begin to form a sentence. He remained in silence, watching as Paimon and the Wanderer snarked at each other, taking his time to analyze the Wanderer’s appearance. 

Nothing seemed… obviously wrong, but Aether just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was just ever so slightly… off. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He… somehow looked slightly paler, maybe? Or maybe not, he was a puppet after all- could his skin even get paler? 

Aether probably shouldn’t ask him that. 

Learning that Nahida was the reason the Wanderer was in the Akademia, and was going by Hat Guy no less, wasn’t much of a surprise. Still, Aether took the small lull in conversation that followed to ask his more pressing question. 

“Are… you doing alright?” He asked, slowly, rolling his eyes when, as expected, the Wanderer glared at him. 

“Tsk, I’m doing fine. There’s no need to concern yourself over me- hey- hey! What are you doing!?!” The Wanderer hissed as he attempted to back up as Aether strode forwards, only for his back to end up hitting the boxes behind him, practically trapping him as Aether tilted his hat back slightly, and leaned down to lightly press their foreheads together. Aether hummed as the Wanderer went completely still- staring at the Traveler with something in between confusion and anger. Even Paimon was floating off to the side, silent in shock at Aether’s seemingly spontaneous movement. 

“Checking you for a fever.” Aether quietly explained, as it was, Aether didn’t feel any heat- in fact, if he had to guess, he’d say that the Wanderer was running slightly colder than most people. “Something just felt… off. Figured you might be sick.” 

“I don’t get sick.” The Wanderer huffed, “I’m not some kind of weak mortal, remember? Now get off me.” 

The Wanderer forcibly shoved Aether back, Aether stumbling slightly with the motion, bumping his head against the Wanderer’s hat, knocking it further askew. With Aether out of the way, and his hat no longer shading his face, the Wanderer ended up getting hit in the eyes with a stray ray of sunshine. He let out a high pitched gasp- and Aether watched with slight concern as he turned to the side, stifling four sneezes into complete silence. 

“Bless you.” 

“Snf, unnecessary…” The Wanderer muttered under his breath, readjusting his hat so that the sunshine could no longer hit his face as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand- which had Paimon grimacing in disgust. Aether tilted his head to the side. 

“Unnecessary since you were nearly a god, and are as close to blessed as can be, or…?” He trailed off, smirking a bit as the Wanderer re-centered his glare on him. “Either way, you might want to take things easy-” 

“Enough idle chit-chat- you’re better off wasting your time with the other contestants.” The Wanderer interrupted, crossing his arms. He maintained his glare for a minute, before his expression shifted to a small, slightly evil looking smirk. “Someone’s about to get very unlucky, can you guess who?” 

“Ugh, how is anyone meant to relax with you around?!” Paimon groaned, floating along beside Aether as he turned and walked away. “We’re going to need to keep an eye on this one…” 

Aether couldn’t help but to agree, albeit, it was for a slightly different reason than Paimon thought. He still couldn’t help but feel like something was up with the Wanderer, and given that little… display he had given, Aether wasn’t going to drop this subject so soon- he hated to say it, but he genuinely was concerned for the other. There was a point to the fact that the Wanderer couldn’t get sick, he was a puppet afterall, he likely wasn’t susceptible to the same things that people were. But still, there was something off, and if it wasn’t a normal illness, then, well, what was it? 

Past-enemy that he was, Aether still didn’t want the guy to end up passing out in the middle of a competition because of some mystery condition. 

There was going to be a lot to keep an eye on during this competition, but it shouldn’t be too hard to pay a little bit extra attention to the Wanderer’s actions, would it? 

-

Aether was just about ready to strangle the Wanderer. 

He was astoundingly hard to keep track of. It had only been 20 minutes since the first round of the competition had started, and he had already lost track of the Wanderer’s position no less than 3 times. His only saving grace had been the trackers given to each participant to trace their movements during the game- and even then, it had taken him five minutes to find the Wanderer’s exact location again. 

Mainly because he hadn’t expected the Wanderer to be sitting at a table in the corner of a cafe’s terrace. 

Aether walked over to him with as much false-calm as he could muster. He’d left Paimon behind to keep an eye on the other contestants- someone needed to record the rest of the competition while Aether investigated the one participant who was not participating. 

“What. Are you doing.” Aether deadpanned, coming to a stop in front of the table as the Wanderer lifted his head to acknowledge his presence. 

“What does it look like?” He said, lifting his cup of tea to his lips to take a small sip. “You were the one who said something about me ‘taking it easy’, right? I’m just taking your advice. Not that it’s necessary, but it sure beats running around like a clown in a circus. I’m no clown.” 

Aether let out a tired sigh, pulling out a chair to sit down across from him. 

“Says the one going by the name ‘Hat Guy’. Why are you drinking tea anyways? It’s like, a million degrees outside right now- wouldn’t you be better off drinking something cold? They do make cold teas, you know.” Aether watched as the Wanderer stiffened almost imperceptibly at his question, something he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been looking for anything to give an indication of what was up with the Wanderer. “Is your throat-” 

“I’m fine.” The Wanderer hissed, setting his cup down on the table with an audible clack- Aether was concerned for a moment that the cup would actually crack from the force of it, but it thankfully seemed to be undamaged. The Wanderer leaned forwards, resting his elbow on the table, holding up his face with one hand. “Really, I don’t understand what in the world has you so concerned anyways-” 

Aether reached across the table, and snapped his fingers in front of the Wanderer’s face, summoning a small flash of light with the motion. It wasn’t an ability he used often, his few remaining powers from before landing in Teyvat reduced to nothing more than small, harmless sparkles and flashes, but in this case it served it’s needed purpose. 

The Wanderer’s face twisted in a way that Aether was starting to rather easily recognize, as he leaned back and away from the table. 

“Oh- fu-hH... fuck y-hIHH-” The Wanderer’s head snapped forwards into three completely silent stifled sneezes, followed by another short, hitching gasp, the final stifle escaping his forced silence into something more vocal. “Hh’nNxti!” 

“That, is why I’m concerned.” Aether said, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen you sneeze before.” 

“What, so I’m not allowed to sneeze now?” The Wanderer leaned forwards again, gripping the edge of his hat with his hand- possibly to be ready to shade his eyes from any future flashes of light. “I didn’t take you to be so controlling, Traveler.” 

“No, no, it’s not that.” Aether rolled his eyes. “Of course you can sneeze, you’re clearly photic after all-” 

“I am not-” The Wanderer paused- practically biting his own tongue as Aether held his hand out again, fingers poised to snap. He tugged the edge of his hat further down. “...So what?” 

“I’m just saying, being photic doesn’t explain why you were sneezing even before me and Paimon started talking to you-” 

“Paimon and I.” 

“You have no right to try and ‘proper-grammar’ me right now. I expect that kind of stuff from Nahida, not you.” 

The Wanderer’s only response to that was a cocky smirk as he picked his tea up again. Aether sighed. 

“Don’t think you can distract me that easily. I know there is something up with you today.” He said, maintaining pointed eye-contact with the Wanderer. 

“And I think that you’ve finally gone paranoid. Tell me, do I really frighten you that much?” The Wanderer said, laughing a little- cutting himself off with a barely restrained series of coughs that had Aether’s face switching from irritated back to concerned in an instant. 

“I knew it. You’re sick.” 

“I am not- Like I said earlier, I can’t get sick. …The tea just went down the wrong way.” The Wanderer avoided eye-contact, staring off to the side. They were both well aware that that excuse was complete bullshit- despite having picked his cup back up, the Wanderer had yet to sip any of his tea again, there had been no tea in his mouth to have gone the wrong way. Aether was about to call him out on it- 

His communicator went off. 

“Aether, you need to come see this!” Paimon’s voice rang out, and Aether let out a sigh. 

“I’ll be right there.” He said, waiting for the click indicating that Paimon had hung up, pulling out the device to check the other contestant’s locations as he stood up before glancing back at the Wanderer. “Don’t think I’m going to drop this. We will be talking about this later. I’m not afraid to drag Nahida into this if I must.” 

The Wanderer scoffed. 

“Be my guest.” 

-

It was only after the first round of the competition had wrapped up, that Aether realized that, with all the contestants' trackers turned off for the day, he no longer had any way of finding the Wanderer. He searched around the main stage- not surprised to find absolutely nothing, not even the slightest trace of the other. 

The only other place he could think of to check was the Sanctuary, which meant, of course, getting Nahida involved. To be completely honest, Aether hadn’t truly planned to bring Nahida into this so early, he was kinda hoping that the Wanderer would cave in first, but there was no chance of that happening if he couldn’t even find him. 

“...Nahida?” Aether called out, letting the doors of the Sanctuary softly close behind him. He stepped in, glancing around. There was nobody in the main room, which meant that Nahida- and the Wanderer, if he was here, were off in one of the side rooms. Sighing, Aether decided that he would check the library first- outside of the small garden that had been installed, the mini-library was the most common place where Nahida could be found. 

He gently knocked on the door before entering, letting out a small sigh of relief upon hearing Nahida’s voice call out “Come in!”. Aether stepped into the room, taking a moment to take in the room before focusing on where Nahida was seated on top of a chair covered in pillows, multiple books open on the table in front of her. 

“Oh- Traveler! I hadn’t been expecting you!” Nahida hopped down out of her chair, walking over to greet him. “I’d been kinda hoping that you were the Wanderer- he hasn’t come home yet.” 

“He hasn’t?” Well, that got rid of the possibility of finding him here. “Do you… have any idea of where he could be?” 

“Hmm…Nope! I can tell he’s in Sumeru, but his exact location is beyond me. …Why? Did something happen?” 

“Well… There’s something just, a little off about him?” Aether tilted his head to the side, wondering how best to explain the vague feeling he had, before deciding to just settle on presenting his main theory to her. “I think he might have come down with something- like a cold.” 

“That…shouldn’t be possible.” Nahida’s brows furrowed as she thought. “Being a puppet, he shouldn’t be able to get sick.” 

“That’s what he said too…” 

“But-” Nahida glanced up, like some kind of realization had just struck her. “I did think there was something a little off about him too, the last time I saw him. I just thought that I was imagining things.” 

“Considering that I’m also sensing something off? Unless two people can have the same hallucination, something is definitely up.” Aether said, “When was the last time you saw him, by the way?” 

“...About 2 days ago, actually.” Nahida hummed, glancing off to the side. “I didn’t think much of it- he’s spent a week in the forest without coming back before, but now that you also think there’s something up… Hm. Maybe I should try and find some way to check in on him…” 

“I mean, he’ll… probably show up for tomorrow’s round of the competition, right?” Aether asked, “You could always come to see-” 

“Ah- no. Unfortunately, I can’t go, there are some… other things I must take care of.” Nahida let out a forlorn sigh. “But… you’ll be there, won’t you, since you’re a commentator and all? You’ll continue to keep a close eye on him, right?” 

“...Well, he can be rather hard to find sometimes, but… I’ll do my best, Nahida.” 

-

Aether couldn’t help but feel worried when he couldn’t immediately spot the Wanderer at the competition’s main venue in the desert. What if something had happened to him- what if he’d passed out in the woods somewhere? 

He had informed Paimon of his suspicions about the Wanderer’s condition last night, so he wasn’t all that surprised when she shot up into the air to get a better vantage point to look around, only to sink back down to float beside him with a small shake of her head. No luck on that front then. 

There was a small beep from their devices as the second round of the competition began, and Aether quickly flipped to the section displaying the trackers on the participants. 

The Wanderer’s title of “Hat Guy” flickered on the screen. 

Huh. So he was in the desert- within the competition grounds even, just like everyone else. 

Why hadn’t he been at the venue, then? 

Highly suspicious (and also worried), Aether decided to check in on him, first. 

…Only to be severely side-tracked by stumbling upon a half-passed out Tighnari. 

He’d been just about to run back to the main venue, for both water and possibly a medic team- when he very nearly ran into the guy he had been initially searching for. The Wanderer looked no different than he had the day prior, but something was setting off even more alarm bells in the Traveler’s mind then there’d been yesterday. 

“Here- give him this.” The Wanderer held out a completely full water bottle- but that was not the first thing that Aether took note of. 

“Your voice is… a lot rougher today.” He noted, “Is your throat okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Somehow, this sentence sounded weaker than it had the day before. “My voice is the same as always, the stress of the competition is just making your poor little mortal body hear things. That’s not important though- just give him this.” 

The water bottle was practically shoved into Aether’s hands. Paimon clicked her tongue. 

“Are you sure it’s okay to give Tighnari this? What if you’re contagious?” She asked. Aether had to admit, it was a good point. Whatever was up with the Wanderer, he didn’t want to be giving it to Tighnari. The Wanderer tsked. 

“I’m not contagious, I don’t even get si-....sick…” He trailed off, a dazed expression on his face- and Aether knew instantly what was about to happen. There was a brief silence- the Wanderer’s face twisting as he seemed to be trying to resist the inevitable, before his eyes fluttered shut with a hitching breath. “Hihh…hIH- hEH’xNtiu! Hh- hH’nxt! HN’xTii! Heh- hiH’IsHKiu!” 

It seemed he wasn’t capable of stifling into silence anymore- not to mention the one that had completely gotten away from him at the end, complete with a small gust of anemo that surged forth- shockingly cold, for a desert wind. Aether barely suppressed a shiver. 

The Wanderer, for his part, recovered fast, straightening himself back up and readjusting his hat as he sniffled. 

“Not sick, huh?” Paimon said, prompting a glare. 

“...I just got some sand up my nose, that’s all.” Okay, his voice definitely sounded a bit hoarser than before, there was no way the Traveler was imagining that. “...I didn’t even drink out of the bottle though, if you’re going to be that paranoid about it. Barely even touched it outside of handing it to you just now.” 

Aether… supposed he could believe that- not the sand part, there was no way that was true, but the water bottle being fine was probably true- and speaking of which, how on Teyvat had he completely forgotten about the half-passed out person behind him- 

He only took his gaze off of the Wanderer for a mere second, but by the time Cyno arrived, and the Traveler finally felt like he had a moment to turn around… He was gone. Again. 

As Cyno helped Tighnari to his feet, Aether flicked open his device- thankfully, it seemed like the Wanderer hadn’t left the area, as his name was still flickering on the screen. Still though- possibly sick-and-in-denial puppet or not, Tighnari currently took priority- Aether could only hope that the Wanderer didn’t vanish into nowhere again while he was helping Tighnari back to the venue. 

…Except he did. 

Sure enough, after making sure Tighnari was safe and sound, Aether opened his device again- only to find that ‘Hat Guy’ had seemingly vanished. A brief round of asking around revealed that he had also withdrawn from today’s competition- but that didn’t ease Aether’s worries in the slightest. 

The Wanderer could’ve gone anywhere. He could be fighting in the forest, or walking through the desert- and he could collapse out there, and no-one would be any the wiser. 

-

Hearing that the Wanderer had fought some guys, before vanishing again, was at the same time both relieving and concerning. At the very least, whatever was going on with him, he didn’t end up passing out mid-battle. 

Kaveh took up most of Aether’s attention shortly after, however- he did make note that the Wanderer seemed a lot more quiet than usual. 

This was doubly affirmed when Nahida showed up- the Wanderer in tow… and every single response the Wanderer gave was in nothing but a whisper. 

It seemed like, for some reason, he expected that none of them would notice. 

One shared look with Nahida and Paimon confirmed that all three of them did, in fact, notice. 

“Alright, Mister.” Nahida put her hands on her hips, looking up at the Wanderer with a serious expression on her face. “Now that all the other stuff is out of the way- what’s up with you? And don’t think you’re going to get out of this by just vanishing like you did last night.” 

Nahida had found the Wanderer last night? Huh. Looks like there’d been some interactions Aether had missed out on. 

“Heh, and what do you plan on doing about it?” Wanderer whispered- leaning down slightly with a smirk on his face- how he could act so confident when something was clearly wrong, Aether had no idea. “You can’t keep me here.” 

Nahida’s eyes flashed with green light. 

Without any other pre-warning, vines sprung out of the ground, wrapping tightly around the Wanderer’s ankles. The Wanderer let out a curse- his voice breaking halfway through in a way that sounded outright painful, as he immediately tried to fly up out of the vine’s grip. 

Only to be pulled right back down to the ground- with enough force to make his hat fall off. Aether reached out and caught it before it could hit the ground, but- 

“HN’xTii!” There was no pre-warning as the Wanderer snapped forwards with a sneeze, only just barely stifling it into his hand. Aether had only a second to realize that it must’ve been in response to the sun, before the Wanderer was sneezing again, thrown into a small fit. “HH-hH’nXtiu! hEH’xNtiu!! HihH-hH’NXt!!” 

“You know stifling isn’t good for you, right?” Nahida commented, even as a stray gust of cold wind made her shiver. Aether had to agree- those stifles had sounded desperate and almost painful. The Wanderer didn’t respond, one hand hovering over his nose, as though he wasn’t sure whether or not he was going to sneeze again, while his other hand went up to shield his eyes from the sun by covering them entirely. 

“...Give me my hat back.” He eventually sniffled, and he sounded so terrible that Aether genuinely considered giving in for a second. 

But only for a second. 

“No. Not until you tell us what’s going on.” Aether said, crossing his arms, the hat in his grip jingling as he did so. “Nahida confirmed that you shouldn’t be able to get sick, so don’t even try that argument again, we’ve already been over it. But, there’s clearly something wrong, and we’re not going to let you leave until you tell us what it is.” 

The Wanderer, still gave no response, instead standing there silently, vines wrapped around his ankles and hand over his eyes. 

After another minute of a silent stand off, Nahida gave a tired sigh. 

“Well… we did give you ample time…” She muttered, “Paimon, could you come here for a moment? I need your help with something.” 

Wanderer’s whisper of “what do you think you’re planning?” was outright ignored by all three of them, as Nahida brought her hands together, summoning a small flower- considering Aether couldn’t immediately recognize it, it was likely one native to Sumeru. Nahida carefully crushed it up, until it was nothing more than petals and pollen in her hands. 

With nothing more than a short and simple telepathic message, she dumped the pile into Paimon’s waiting hands, and Paimon was off on her little mission. Slowly, being careful not to make any sound, she floated up, until she was above the Wanderer’s head- 

And then she dropped the pile of petals directly on top of him. 

“Wha-” The Wanderer’s breathy exclamation of confusion was cut off as his breath instantly caught on a hitch. “Hehh-hiIH- hiH’IsHKiu!!! Hh’shKiu! Hih-heH’inKshiu!!” 

The sudden gust of ice cold wind blew the petals and pollen away, and both Paimon and Nahida found themselves fleeing to hide behind Aether’s back to escape the biting cold that came with it. Aether noted, faintly, that the lines on the Wanderer’s body were glowing an icy blue, instead of their usual anemo teal- and that, when the Wanderer’s eyes cracked open with small tears, they were glowing the same colour. 

“B-Bu’er, wh-hh…why would y-you…Hh…” The sunlight landed directly in the Wanderer’s eyes, and he ducked his head, clearly fighting against another fit, if the tense way he was holding his shoulders was any indication. Was he holding his breath? Aether was pretty sure he was. 

Finally taking slight pity on him, Aether walked forwards and gently placed the Wanderer’s hat back onto his head. The Wanderer’s hands immediately went up to pull the brim of the hat down, shielding his face from any more beams of light. 

“Uh, where did the ice come from?” Paimon questioned, and Aether turned to look at her in confusion, before following her eyes down and- yep, sure enough, that was ice on the ground. In the desert. In the middle of the day. Yeah. Okay. 

“Wanderer?” Nahida slowly moved forwards, still shivering a little, clearly unused to being exposed to any kind of colder temperature. “This is extremely abnormal. You have to tell us what’s going on.” 

The Wanderer shook his head, still looking down, shoulders tense. Aether leaned down to Nahida and whispered to her conspiratorially; 

“I think he’s holding his breath so that he doesn’t sneeze again.” Considering for a moment, he then added on, “Probably embarrassed by the fact he sounds like a kitten-” 

“I do no-hH-hIH’ksh!! H’nXti!! Hh’NxTiu!!! N’xTt!! Heh-hHiKshiu!!!” The Wanderer’s protest was cut off by yet another kittenish fit- as well as another gust of ice cold air, his hat getting knocked slightly askew. Aether watched in slight fascination as the patch of ice on the desert floor grew slightly wider. Fit finished, the Wanderer gasped slightly for breath. Nahida, despite shivering, walked forwards, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him down slightly so that she could fix him fully with her expression of concern. 

“Wanderer. Please.” She said, “Tell us what’s wrong.” 

Silence. 

And then the Wanderer tsked, pulling his hands out of Nahida’s grip, readjusting his hat again. 

“You’re all worried over nothing.” He hissed, “I just… got hit by a Fatui member's attack. Ice shot, y’know.” 

“That’s not nothing!” Nahida gasped, “Are you hurt?!”

“Of course not!” The Wanderer’s voice broke again, and he coughed, before continuing. “I’m fine. It’s just… a little elemental residue. It’ll go away in a bit.” 

“It doesn’t seem to be going away.” Aether noted, ignoring the glare the Wanderer shot at him. “In fact, you’ve seemed to be getting worse.” 

Nahida snapped her fingers, before pointing at the Wanderer accusingly. 

“I told you stifling was bad for you!” She said, “You’re just keeping the remaining elemental energy inside of you!” 

The Wanderer tsked again- not confirming but also very obviously not denying her observation. Nahida put her hands on her hips, staring up at the Wanderer with an unimpressed expression. 

“So, then… how do we fix this?” Paimon asked. Nahida’s expression did a complete 180 as she turned to smile at Paimon. 

“It’s simple, really, he just needs to kitten-sneeze it out!” 

“Not a kitten sneeze.” Wanderer muttered, but was steadfastly ignored, even as he continued. “I can’t just turn Sumeru into a winter wonderland. Besides, it’s not like I can just sneeze on command-” 

The vines that had been gripping his ankles let go, only to move shoot upwards to wrap around his wrists instead. 

“What are you-” 

“So that you don’t stifle!” Nahida explained, simply; “And besides, we can always get rid of the ice afterwards. Now, Traveler?” 

Both Nahida and Paimon moved to hide behind Aether once more, and the Wanderer didn’t even have a second to protest this development before Aether was snapping his fingers in front of his face, summoning a bright flash of light. 

The Wanderer’s breath hitched immediately, unable to get out a single complaint before he was pitching forwards into another fit of kittenish sneezes, his hat falling off from the force of them. 

“HhiH’IsHKiu!! Heh’Shkii!!! HahH…heH’ishiu!!! ‘Kshi!! H’inKshiiu!!” The swirling burst of anemo and cyro was almost enough to make Aether stumble back as he summoned a geo shield to protect both him, Nahida, and Paimon. The ice spread across the ground, steadily increasing and covering an eight foot radius. A few snowflakes appeared, and the Wanderer’s next hitching breath was visible in the cold air. “HiihH- Ishhiu!! HihH’inkshii!! H’eshii!! ‘Kshiu! Hh’iKShiu!!!” 

The Wanderer gasped for breath, and it was only after a minute passed with no further sneezes and accompanying burst of freezing anemo that Aether slowly lowered the geo shield. Carefully, to avoid slipping on the sudden layer of ice surrounding them, Aether strode forwards, picking the Wanderer’s hat up off the ground and placing it back on the others head for him, yet again. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, slightly adjusting the hat as the Wanderer’s hands were still tied. The Wanderer’s eyes blinked open, hazy with tears, and Aether noted that the fading glow was back to it’s usual teal. 

“Was th-” The Wanderer’s voice, which quite frankly sounded painful, gave out on him. Aether figured that, with how vocal his little fit had been, that only made sense. 

“Here, here, let Paimon say it for you!!” Paimon floated up beside him, slipping into her ‘best’ impression of him. “‘Was that really necessary?’ That’s what you were gonna say, right?” 

Based on the Wanderer’s pissed off scowl, yes, that was exactly what he had been going to say. 

“It was very necessary, in fact.” Nahida shivered, and Aether reached down and picked her up so that her bare feet weren’t touching the cool ice. “It would’ve taken a week at the rate you were going, and you would’ve only gotten worse over that time.” 

She snapped her fingers, the vines disappearing, and the Wanderer instantly crossed his arms, looking away from them. 

Nahida let out a sigh. Aether, after a brief moment, sighed as well. 

“C’mon.” He said, adjusting Nahida slightly and turning around. “Lets head back to the Sanctuary and get the both of you warmed up- I’ll even make that bitter tea that you like so much. At the very least, drinking something hot will help your throat.” 

A small, cool breeze hit the back of Aether’s neck, and he just barely kept himself from yelping, turning slightly to see the evil smirk on the Wanderer’s face. 

Aether’s only response was to roll his eyes.

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T/artaglia is the type of guy to say "he never catches colds" or "he never gets sick" or "he has an immune system of steel" and then he is the one to catch one of the worst colds ever, you can't change my mind.

[agoodcupoftea]

Lol Alhaitham and Kaveh cause well *___* they’re the best and they live in my mind went free xD also yay another genshin hyperfixater I’ve been hyper fixated on genshin since version 1.0… it’s only gotten worse lol send help! I hope you get some fun asks :3

Hmm...

K/aveh first cuz he's a senior

-Definitely has stuck sneezes

-Incredibly hitchy

-He's a bit sensitive to dust but it's not immediate, more of a slow tickling sensation that increases the longer he's exposed to it

-I dunno if he has an alchohol sensitivity but if he did... imagine him being all angsty and having to sneeze into his sleeve because he never remembers to carry a handkerchief

-K/aveh completely carries a handkerchief because he's dramatic asf but it's probably the fancy kind and not the practical kind

-His immune system is rubbish because he's bad at taking care of himself

- and he is incredibly dramatic when he's sick. He's written a will once when he had a particularly bad cold.

And Alhaitham... our lovable control freak

-His sneezes tend to be harsh. Not too loud... just forceful.

- is amazing at holdbacks

- Holds back until he physically can't anymore

-Except when sick because that would be a waste of energy

-Body temperature runs cold (hence the cape)

- Does care for others but it's more wanting them to be at peak productivity than sympathy

-Follows the medical book's instructions for all health related things

-Will work through a cold as long as he can actually work. Otherwise, he has no problem taking off.

-Al/haitham's headphones tend to fall off when he does sneeze unstifled

[danafeelingsick]

ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

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ᴅᴀʏ 20: Panic attack/anxiety

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3 [out of it], 13 [shaky and shivery] and 20 for Diluc

ᴀ/ɴ there you go anon! i wrote this one in a daze honestly, but I'd be lying if said i didn't enjoy making diluc this miserable 👹✌️

TW EMETO

Diluc took a cautious sip of his drink, paying close attention to every subtle note of its flavor. The sweet and only slightly sour taste of grape juice bathed his tongue but soon came the bitter aftertaste, and he couldn't help but want to gag when his mouth went dry.

Backed against a wall and begrudgingly sipping a tall glass, he must've looked inviting to all of his hosts, but it was on purpose. There was something off about the zest his drink left behind, how it plagued his palate for a moment too long, a taste almost too fresh for a bottled beverage.

Diluc tried to push these thoughts away, uncomfortably licking his dry lips, a subtle scowl tugging at them. It was useless, he couldn't tell the bitterness of poison apart from the subtle one the beverage left but he could consider himself a lucky man for that.

Even more useless was trying to find it in the first place. The affluent owner of the Dawn Winery had hunted down one of his servants and made them open a fresh bottle he had personally picked from the stock, to take only a glass of it. There couldn't be poison in it, not a chance, but how could he be so sure? Someone could've sneaked something into his drink when he wasn't looking, anyone who worked in the Winery could've…

No. Some master he would be if he couldn't even trust his own servants. Then again, what type of vigilante would he be if he couldn't keep watch of a simple room? Let alone an entire city.

Diluc closed his eyes for a moment, thoughts racing through his head like the many voices filling the ballroom. He gulped audibly, bringing the rim of his glass to his lips, but gave up on taking a sip when he realized just how much his hands were shaking. The dark liquid rippled inside, and for a moment he couldn't stop looking at it. The tips of his fingers were numb holding the stem, he could almost feel his heart palpitating on each of them, his blood rushing to every pore of his skin.

With his gaze locked on the swirling juice, watching as it seemed to thicken and coagulate before his eyes, he missed when the clacking of sturdy heels came his way. It was hard to tell anything from the chatter of the party, and the growing blood buzz in his ears.

“Enjoying yourself from this far?”, a smooth voice asked from the side. Diluc whipped his head to find Kaeya standing there, the stem of an empty glass between his slender fingers, and a conceited smile hanging from wine-stained lips. “Sorry for the wait. There's a great selection of wine waiting for you over there, have you tried any?”

Diluc blinked, but not in surprise, darkness lingered at the corners of his vision, and all he could focus on was Kaeya right in front of him. The smell of alcohol subtly wafted off him, telling. It was enough to turn his stomach, just the sight of him, what he knew, and what he did.

“What is it? Some host you are, hiding from your guests” Kaeya spoke again, his playful tone getting lost when his voice sounded like coming from underwater. “You won't say hello?”

Diluc opened his mouth to say it, almost mechanically, as he'd always do in events like this, sing his praises in the most petulant tone he could muster on a straight face, but his voice refused to come out. He could feel his heart on the back of his throat, tightening with each thump. He took small passed breaths, warm air pulling back as soon it left his nostrils. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck, staining the fine fabric of his collar, dampening his back, like his clothes were alive and trying to smother him.

It was like time had slowed down. Kaeya stepped forward, one hand reaching out. Diluc flinched, then gasped when the man's fingers clutched at his shoulder, firmly planting him back on the ground, holding him in place.

“Whoa, are you… sure you didn't drink anything?” Kaeya risked the last jab before the playfulness of his voice was gone. Diluc shakingly raised his eyes, only slightly surprised when his glass reappeared on Kaeya's hand. He took a careful whiff of it, his eyebrows raising before he asked: “Is this grape juice?”

“D-Don't drink it”, Diluc mustered through labored breaths. He clutched his chest, feeling it tighten, his heart lunging against it like it was trying to break free. “I-I think I’ve been poisoned.”

Kaeya was silent for a moment, as he measured the odds in his head, looking from his empty glass, to the one half-empty, then to his brother, who looked seconds away from falling over.

“You know that’s impossible”, he said, giving both of the glasses a quick swirl for emphasis, but Diluc only seemed to grow paler, his breathing came in short hiccups. If this kept up, soon he would need both of his hands. “Diluc, you're not poisoned. You know that.”

“H-How can you be sure…?” he whispered, nearly slurred as he struggled to swallow, his tongue tying itself into a know. “I was so careful, but… but, still… I could be –”

“Diluc, you have to calm down. I only left your side for a moment”, Kaeya responded sincerely, his grip on his shoulder tightening when he saw his gaze drop to the ground. He was trembling. “Diluc, look at me.”

He did as he was told and raised his eyes. Kaeya felt his heart break in two when he noticed the glisten of tears pooling under them. Diluc's lips were the same tone as his skin, quivering like he was trying to hold something back.

“I… I need to vomit”, he pleaded shakingly and pressed his lips into a thin line, his cheeks quivering as he neared his limit. The urge to cry was so clear in his voice, Kaeya didn't waste any time.

He nodded, whispering tender words of comfort as he carefully slid a hand to his back for support, ready to catch him at any moment.

“It's alright, I'm right here with you. We're going outside now, okay?”, he reassured, gently guiding Diluc forward, one step at a time.

Thankfully, the ballroom wasn't as full as Diluc's racing mind made it out to be. Kaeya was able to lead him out discreetly, keeping close to the walls for safety until they reached the exit. He took the opportunity to leave both glasses on a table as they passed by it.

The cold air would've done well for Diluc if he was able to take a full breath of it, but the brief walk seemed to have forced his lungs to the max. He was nearly wheezing as the two stumbled outside like a drunken couple. Kaeya had an arm around his waist and the other on his back, softly patting when a hiccup threatened to break the man.

Before Kaeya could even be sure they were out of view, he lowered Diluc on the gravel path and knelt beside him, his hands never leaving him, even as the man heaved breathlessly under his touch.

“Shh… you're okay now. There's nobody around, it's just the two of us”, he encouraged, slowly rubbing circles on his back while pulling his ponytail away from his shoulder. “Just try to get it up.”

Shakingly, Diluc parted his lips and held his tongue out, airy hiccups quickly morphed into unheard sobs as only a line of drool dripped off his mouth. His voice was a pitiful whine as he called out for Kaeya, who gave up on patting his back and just pulled him closer, humming tender words.

“I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere”, he promised, throwing all caution to Barbatos when he hugged Diluc, and the man broke into a dry heave that spilled his tears. ”Don't worry, just let it out.”

“...ugh— eurGh… uRrRRgh— bleEeuUurrGggHHh!”

Diluc took his advice to heart as he lurched forward and retched continuously, barely contained by Kaeya hugging his side when he let out a gurgling surge of watery puke onto the gravel. The purplish mixture splashed sharply, so violently that small pebbles lifted with the dust, leaving an abstract pattern on the ground that was quickly ruined by another splash of runny vomit.

“That's it… there you go”, Kaeya reassured, slowly pulling back to his previous position, holding Diluc's low ponytail away from the line of fire as his head whipped forward.

With another pained retch, he brought more of that acidic juice concoction in a sizable wave, gasping for air as it tapered off into a trickle. No doubt he was feeling so anxious, his stomach must've been empty aside from all of that liquid. Kaeya knew well how he got during events like these, around so many people, it wasn't anything new, but it had never been this bad.

“There you go…”, he repeated, patting his heaving back as Diluc hacked painfully, trying to clear his throat of that awful burn. “Think you're done now?”

Diluc shook his head and a second later his shoulders came down, another mouthful of stomach contents hitting the ground, closely followed by another heavy gush that left him breathless, nearly choking on how much his stomach was spewing out. His vision must've blacked out, because when he realized the ground was inches from his nose, and Kaeya's arm wrapped around his chest was the only thing holding him from falling.

“Don't pass out on me now”, Kaeya reprimanded, but his strained voice gave away just how worried he was. “Diluc?”

“I'm not… going to”, he slurred through tears, the strain clear in his voice, but at least he seemed calmer now. Still sniffling as he breathed in and out, but finally able to fill his lungs fully. “I don't know what came over me, I was–”

“Not poisoned”, Kaeya completed, to which Diluc just gave a weak nod, frowning as he looked down. “I know, and I'm sure of it. I was with you the whole night. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Y-Yeah…”, he admitted, swallowing the few sobs still left in him. “Gods… did anyone see me?”

Kaeya simply shrugged, daring to look at the puddle of vomit on the ground. Most of the purplish-red liquid had been soaked by the gravel already, but a few small lumps of barely digested food stayed behind. He tried not to pay much attention to those, recognizing every bit of food he had also ingested when it still looked the part.

“I did, but you're used to that already”, he said finally, looking back to Diluc. “You're okay now, right? Think you can go back?”

“I-I suppose…”, he responded, not an ounce of confidence in his voice.

“No, we'll wait it out here”, Kaeya didn't suggest, he simply said as it was. “You don't have to go back there.”

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*Slams hands on table* HACHII THESE ARE AMAZING I LOVE THIS!! Coming back to stuff like this is SO GOOOD AAAAAAAAH YOUR WORK IS INCREDIBLE AS ALWAYS

As promised, another short comic belatedly celebrating a certain hat-clad character's birthday! I'm totally projecting onto our protag guy here btw with the snzfuckery stuff I'm making him say.

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[alans-snz]

Oops, my hand slipped and I made Bai/z/hu's birthday art look like he's allergic to the flowers—

Sorry not sorry, I love him sm

(Now to actually go to bed. I am satisfied and feel I have actually contributed for his birthday now. Happy birthday Bai/z/hu 💚)

[glitterrosesnzz]

genuinely Furina is the MOST attracted i've been to a female character in AGES beyond the usual "oh she's really pretty" reaction. im so invested in her.

i can fully and 100% believe that she would have a very overdramatic sneeze, but i can't decide if she'd let it happen while in public because it fits her drama vibes, or if she'd try to keep it quiet or something because she doesn't want the public to view her as "weak". for some reason, while i can see her shocking the whole room into silence with a sneeze, i can also picture her literally running out of a room to avoid sneezing in front of people.

[snzzone]

I blame your face for my photic reflexes

Scara/mouche snz fic?????

Hey guys, this is my first time posting a fic 👉👈🏃‍♀️ b-be nice

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"W-what are you doing?!!" Wanderer protested as Traveler gently yet switfly lifted off his hat. Though he'd been out in the sun all day with the Traveler, he was still surprised by the sudden brightness in his eyes. He grimaced. Suddenly he could feel the warm sun on his face, and the glare from the light stung his eyes. He felt something suddenly take over him, and all at once, the reflex pulled him. He felt the muscles on his face involuntarily twitch.

The expression of displeasure that he had from the Traveler stealing his hat, was starting to waver into something else. He gritted his teeth, and even though it looked like it was out of anger, it really was just a weak attempt to delay the inevitable.

He tried to stop it, but the reflex took him over anyway, "hah- uhh- IPTCHuu! IhkCHUuh! ahh- aPTCH!" He bobbed his head downwards for each sneeze as he tried his best to shield his eyes from the sun.

The Wanderer tried to grab his hat back from the Traveler, but the Traveler was way too agile, especially since he was the one with the disadvantage here. "Aptchhh!! Give it back! How dare you steal my hat! You- ! You thiefhCHHH- uhhh!" Everytime he tried to grab it he was always just out of reach. As he was struggling, Traveler was laughing his head off. "Hah... you think this is funny? This isn't as amusing as you think it is!" Wanderer managed between sneezes. Though the complaining did nothing to slow down the Traveler.

Traveler- even through laughter- did not waver. He dodged every attempt that the Wanderer made to get his hat back. There was a point during one of the openings, where the Wanderer saw his clear chance for victory. However, before being able to even have the slightest taste of winning, the sun suddenly glared in his eyes, causing his face to contrort. The Wanderer didn't want to do something as gross as spewing all over the Traveler, so he halted, and buried his face into his elbow- "hhg- !! uhKTSHH!! itSHHiew!! huhhh... itSHiehh! ... hadtch! aptchh!!"

Finally, after feeling enough pity, the Traveler stopped dodging and gave the hat back. The Wanderer aggressively grabbed it back. Huffing out breaths. He fixed his hair after it got slightly messy from the whole ordeal. "*snf* Some hero you are... stealing other people's stuff," he grumbled.

"Hahaha! Who knew that the great and powerful balladeer always wore his hat because a little sunshine makes him sneeze..." Wanderer blushed at this.

"Ghh.. obviously I don't wear my hat just because of a stupid reason like this! The attire that I choose fits according to my situation and goals. The hat has always represented my itinerant lifestyle. Don't act like you know everything about me," he retorted.

"Sure... however, the sun doesn't lie, and neither does your face," the Traveler tips the Wanderer's hat up but the Wanderer quickly pulls it back down again. The Traveler laughs again. "You know, had I known that you have this little quirk of yours, I think me and Paimon would've found you a lot less intimidating." The Traveler smiled.

"Hmph, as if something simple like this could've lifted your animosity towards me during our earlier encounters."

"Haha, you could be right. But... how would you know if you didn't try it?"

"Wh- did you want me to just start randomly sneezing during our first meet, just to possibly gain your favor??!"

"Why not? I think it would've been a good first impression," the Traveler chuckled before continuing, "and I think... you would've looked rather adorable," the Traveler said genuinely. Hearing the comment, the Wanderer became speechless. He felt blood quickly creep up his face. Tipping his hat down, the Wanderer shielded his face. Though this time, not from the sun, but from someone who was literally the human embodiment of it...

[cuddles-and-snzies]

Thinking about k/aeya and that one hc of how when he's sick, he ALWAYS has chills. No matter what. Despite being a cryo user, his cryo vision and abilities just work against him. Basically whenever he is sick, he is just a shivering mess for a couple days before he can finally feel better.

His snz probably also comes out quite shaky? hh

[alans-snz]

Here it comes. The long-awaited part two to my Ka/veh/th/am fic from a while ago. Featuring a fun little scenario inspired by Gen/shin snzcord last night. Enjoyyy! I'm still having so much fun with this, so I hope you all do as well

Part 1

About Time (Pt. 2/?)

(Gen/shin Im/pact, Al/hai/th/am & Ka/veh)

CW: Light mess

When Alhaitham awoke the next morning, he felt anything but better. His sinuses were filled with congestion, his throat was scratchy, and there was already the persistent tickle of a threatening sneeze in the back of his nose. His eyes still shut, he gave a groggy groan as the tickle feathered through his strong nose. He lazily raised one hand to his nose as he hitched, "Heh'hh, h'hhuh!—"

Teetering on a sneeze, he startled as he felt a soft cloth practically forced into his hand. His breath caught in his throat out of surprise, and he forced his eyes open. In front of him was a familiar blonde figure, sitting directly next to his bed with his long hair neatly tied behind him. His red eyes seemed to show...concern? Sympathy? Alhaitham was too tired to tell.

"K-Kaveh?" Alhaitham asked in shock. His voice was gravelly yet filled with congestion, and speaking was a bit of a chore itself. It took all his might to avoid coughing right then and there. Kaveh had just handed him a handkerchief? Surely, he was dreaming and hadn't actually awoken yet...

"Morning, sunshine," Kaveh teased. "Well don't you look dreamy?" As Alhaitham prepared to snap back at this incessant remark, the buzzing tickle in his reddened nose returned with full force. He clutched the handkerchief to his nose.

"Hh'h...hn'gXt, h'KngXt–chuh...hnKT'chuhh!" Sneeze after sneeze escaped Alhaitham's nose, sending him pitching forward so he was forced to sit up in the bed. The more he stifled them, the more the tickle seemed to build. But Archons forbid he were to embarrass himself even more than he already had this morning with Kaveh directly next to him. He felt a gentle hand on his back. Kaveh was...comforting him? Or maybe he was just supporting his weight. Alhaitham shivered. Although gentle, the hand felt cold after a night of sleeping under the warm covers.

Alhaitham took a quick quivering breath and tightly pinched his nose with the handkerchief once more, "H'hh, h'hheh...hn'Xt, hn'GkT!—chuhh...H'gSxt-uhh, hKgt–uhh!" The stifles were growing progressively more desperate and powerful and continued to give him no relief. Alhaitham's eyes were beginning to tear up, and his nose was slowly beginning to rebel against his stubborn refusal to sneeze freely.

"Haitham..." Kaveh stated calmly, a hint of gentleness and concern in his tone, "Please, let yourself sneeze. You'll feel better."

"I c-can't—" Alhaitham began quickly, "I can't let y-heh-you..." His teary eyes narrowed, and before he could pinch his nose again, Kaveh grasped ahold of the man's wrists. Alhaitham couldn't even process it very well, he was so focused on fighting the sensation to sneeze. But oh Archons, he needed to sneeze, and he needed to sneeze now.

Unable to pinch his nose with Kaveh tightly holding his wrists, Alhaitham clenched his teeth. "Hn'GSs-chhn!" A gentle spray misted the covers. While it wasn't as satisfying as a full sneeze, it was better than the stifles from previously. As a result of this slight release, his nose did not seem ready to stop. "Hn'GnKt—chnn, hn'GsS—chihn! Hh'huuhh!" A desperate gasp escaped Alhaitham's lips, the following sneezes avoiding restraint.

"Heh'GSSchuu, h'YISs–chyuu!" Alhaitham's body convulsed forward with the powerful double. He shivered and took another sharp breath. His nose was far from done. "Hih'hh...heh'AS'shyuu, hah'TIS'schhih! YISs'Shhuhh! Ung...snrfk..." The final sneeze in the small fit was punctuated with a soft groan and a congested sniffle. Kaveh let go of his wrists, and Alhaitham brought the handkerchief up, blowing his nose wetly.

"Bless you," Kaveh said simply and continued to gently rub the scholar's back. As much as he longed to tease the man, that would be saved for another time. As for now, Kaveh was sure to keep Alhaitham company throughout his illness. Alhaitham began to move as if to get out of bed. His movements were clearly groggy and much slower than normal. Kaveh pushed him back down into the bed. "Oh, no you don't."

"I need to work..." Alhaitham stated through congestion and sniffled again. "I have so much to do."

Kaveh sighed and pinched the bridge of his own nose in annoyance. Even while sick, Alhaitham was so focused on his work. He swore even Alhaitham's breaks consisted of working. "Fucking pissant shithead," he grumbled under his breath.

"What did you call me?" Alhaitham had been blowing his nose once more and had his eyes shut tightly, but he opened them and glared at his roommate behind his handkerchief.

Right. Despite his soundproof earpieces, it seemed Alhaitham could always recognize when Kaveh mumbled an insult, even if he was across the room. He'd known Kaveh for long enough to be able to tell without even seeing his face. But well, this slightly snarky remark assured Kaveh Alhaitham was at least somewhat fine despite his continual sneezing and congestion.

Kaveh turned toward Alhaitham with a scowl, returning to his normal demeanor. "Fine, you fucking pisshead, I'll bring you your damn things," he snapped, sighed, and wheeled around.

"That's what I thought," Alhaitham stated, leaned back, and finished blowing his nose as Kaveh left the room. If the doors in their home didn't open and close on their own, Alhaitham bets Kaveh would have slammed it behind him. That is partially why he had them installed to begin with. Anyway...

Alhaitham's sneezes from earlier had surely helped loosen the congestion in his sinuses, but the tickle in his nose nonetheless continued to persist. Plus, he'd likely need a box of tissues, as this handkerchief was proceeding to grow useless. Though knowing Kaveh, despite his expressed annoyance, he'd likely caught on with this before Alhaitham even noticed, so he didn't bother to say anything else. Instead, he closed his eyes and inhaled softly, hoping to get these other sneezes out before Kaveh returned.

"Huhh'hh..." The first sharp hitch followed quickly, and Alhaitham threw the handkerchief to the bedside, pulling up the blanket just in time to catch the first of many sneezes, "Huh'h, heh'hh—heh'ISS'schmp! Heh'TSS'schm!" A quick lull to take a shaky breath. "Hiiihh'hh...O-oh—Ahuh!—Archons...heh, h'hh! Hg'GSSchuu, h'KSS'chyuu, HA'Sschuu! Snnf! Ugh..." Alhaitham was in shock at just how unsatisfying all this sneezing felt. His nose just...still wasn't done.

"Hah'ISSchuu! Heh...h'KSSs—shyuu! H'huh...aht'GSSchuhh! Snf! A-Archons, what th-huh?—Hn'GSSchh-yuu! Fuuuck..." Alhaitham shook his head and rubbed his nose vigorously. It seemed to temporarily help the tickle, but holy shit this was more than he expected. Maybe his nose was pissed of being unable to sneeze overnight that it was making up for it in the morning. Now of all times would actually be a good time for Kaveh to walk back in. He could really use a tissue...or three. He desperately wanted to blow his nose to avoid sneezing even more.

"Bless you!" Kaveh called from the other room. Within seconds, the blonde man showed up at the door with Alhaitham's quills, ink, some parchment, and—as Alhaitham had guessed—a large box of tissues. "I thought you'd need some of these as well, with that sneezy nose of yours," he said teasingly and placed the tissues on Alhaitham's desk with the rest of his supplies.

"Wow. You shouldn't have," Alhaitham stated sarcastically. He sniffled, snatched a tissue, and blew his nose strongly. With a slight groan and a sniffle, he made his way out of bed and stood. "Now if you don't mind, I have much to do. Snrrf! I can't afford y-your..." His eyes narrowed, he paused, and his face contorted with the tickle, yet he still attempted to continue his sentence, "hih'h...dist–hh!–distra-hah-act—" He snapped to the side once more, clutching the tissue over his nose, "haht'TSSchnt, hn'TSSchnn! Hiih, ht'TSSchyuu!" He attempted to muffle them, but these sneezes were too powerful, instead coming out harsh and only half-restrained, as well as pitching him forward at his waist.

"Bless you," Kaveh stated simply as Alhaitham finished sneezing. "As you wish. Just don't spill your ink. I'd rather not have to clean that up for you." Alhaitham straightened up and glared at him behind the handkerchief. Kaveh smirked before leaving the room once again.

Alhaitham sat down at his desk with a sigh. He picked up his quill, dipped it in the ink, and started scratching away at the parchment. He was so lost in his work that he did not notice when another tickle brewed in the back of his sinuses.

"Huh?" was the only warning he got. He couldn't even move his hands before the sneezes overcame his body, "Huh'YSSchhih! Ht'TSSchuu!" Between his sneezes, he heard a snapping sound, but he was so focused on not sneezing on the page that he couldn't discern what it was. When he opened his eyes after the sudden double, he found his quill had snapped from the force of his sneezing. He gave a frustrated sniffle, scrubbed his nose, tossed the broken quill into the trash, and grabbed a new one before pausing. He'd completely forgotten what he was writing, and the broken quill had splattered ink on the page to where he couldn't even try to get himself some context. Plus he shivered, as he just now noticed how cold it was in his room. Speaking of...

Damned cold, he thought. He couldn't do anything without it breaking his train of thought. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. Maybe work would have to wait. At least until the sneezing died down a little. Despite having only been out of bed for a few minutes, being back under those warm covers was looking more and more tempting by the second.

"Heh'ISSs—shyuu!" Another sneeze brought the scribe back to his senses. So finally, he gave in, set down his quill, threw away the trashed piece of parchment (and any others the broken quill's ink bled onto), and hoisted himself back into bed. He was hungry, but another nap was in order. Only after that could he maybe prop open a nice book and settle down with his quill in hand.

"H'hh...hn'TSSchuu!" And hopefully when he awoke once more he'd feel a little better. He sniffled again, laid his head down, and dozed off.

[tumsnstuff]

the misfortunes of an overstuffed belly<3

my first kae//ya drawing :0

in the time i was gone, did my art get any better? lmfao

[alans-snz]

After Ti/gh/na/ri discovered a powderized combination of ingredients for inducing sneezes that could clear the sinuses, Chi/lde had a brilliant idea to give you a nice surprise by trying it out. It works even better than he expected, and leaves him struggling to even speak through the overwhelming urge to sneeze.

After a few minutes of this, he cannot help but go deal with it on his own, as he may or may not have become just a little excited.

[tumsnstuff]

hes a little stuffed… mind rubbing his tummy for him?