#first thought it was allergies cause dust

[wyrcan]

either this allergy pill ain’t shit or i’m ill

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Ayo! Can I request of TF141 + König x Fem! Reader who sneeze like a kitten and how the mens react when they see her sneeze. Imagine like Y/n was minding her own business and she sneeze, then the men’s watch her awe.

Take all the time no need to rush.

Thank you for this!! Thought this was a cute request. Sorry this is a bit short, but hope you enjoy!🙃🩷

141 Boys + König with a Reader who Sneezes like a Kitten

Warnings: swearing

Simon "Ghost" Riley-

It was awhile into the two of you dating, before he heard you sneeze for the first time.

You were cooking dinner together in your apartment, when you turned your head to the side and squeaked out a sneeze.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" Simon asked, directing his attention to you.

You lifted a finger at him, and turned your head away as you let out another sneeze. "Apologies, must be my allergies."

"That….was a sneeze?" Simon asked incredulously. He'd never in his life heard someone sneeze like that.

"Unfortunately." You chuckled, amused at your boyfriend's reaction.

"It was…kind of cute." Simon's cheeks burned at his admission. "It was like a little kitten."

Soap MacTavish-

Both of you were laying in bed, cuddling before a mission. You were snuggled into Soap's side while he was stroking your arm lightly.

"I love y-." You were cut off mid sentence by an oncoming sneeze, you sat up and quickly turned your head to the side to sneeze. A small squeak came out, and you turned to see Johnny staring at you in awe.

"That was possibly the most adorable noise I've ever heard." He couldn't help but laugh, incredibly amused at your little sneeze.

"Oh hush, I've always hated my sneezes." You pushed him lightly. You felt another one coming and braced yourself.

"Oi yeah, give me another one. Gotta hear this again." Soap bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing further.

You let out another squeaky sneeze, and Soap cackled the rest of the day because of it.

"Hey L.T. You've gotta hear Y/N's sneeze. Sounds like a mouse kitten hybrid. It's bloody adorable." He'd later told Ghost, much to your dismay.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick-

Like you, Gaz also has rather squeaky sneezes. The first time he'd heard you sneeze, you and the 141 were on a mission together.

You and Gaz were camping out in a small hideout when you had the urge to sneeze. You took a deep breath in to try and fight iy, which caused Gaz to look in your direction. "You good, babe?"

You nodded your head, causing you to squeak out a sneeze.

"Oh my God! You sneeze like me!" Gaz cried out, a smile forming on his face.

"I, what?"

"Your sneeze, it's like mine. Got a little squeak to it." Gaz was practically beaming, and you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing at your boyfriend. This certainly wasn't the reaction you expected.

Later on that night, you awoke to sounds of repeated squeaking coming from beside you. "Gaz?"

"See? Told you my sneezes were like yours!"

John Price-

Price was on a work call at your house when he heard your sneeze for the first time. You were in the other room trying to be as quiet as possible, but you'd looked at the sun through the window a little too long and felt the distinct feeling of a sneeze coming on.

You quickly threw your face into your arm and let out a squeak.

You could hear Price stop talking in the other room. He poked his head out from the doorway and called out to you. "Love? You okay?"

"I'm fine! Just a sneeze!"

"That was the weakest sneeze I've ever heard in my life." John had a shit eating grin on his face as he addressed you.

"Would you rather me sneeze like you? Loud enough to shake the whole house?" You quipped with a smile.

"Fair enough, love. I'll take the squeaky sneezes."

König-

The two of you were cleaning your weapons together, when a bit of dust came off the weapon, directly into your nose.

You blinked back slight tears, and turned your head to the side letting out a sneeze.

König whipped his head around the room, looking for the source of the noise. "Y/N. Is there a cat in here?"

The fact that he was deadly serious had you in a fit of giggles. He was walking around the room, inspecting each corner intently.

"What? What's so funny?" Konig asked bemused, stopping his search to look at you.

"I sneezed, love. There's no kitten."

König's eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. From then on, you'd lovingly earned the nickname "Kätzchen" from him.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! :) working on some requests now, but am always open for new ones🙃

Also Kätzchen is German for kitten😊

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Hyper Specific Poll time!

Thought it might be fun to bring back this old fad from when we first got polls. Mostly out of curiousity as to how common my allergies are in my sample space.

[solomons-poison]

Ugh I saved the asks to my drafts to work on it and now Tumblr won't let me edit it so I'm tagging you instead 😑 @yarnnerdally This one kind of escaped the requested prompt but I hope you enjoy lol

♞: Caring for each other while ill

Pairing: Nanami Kento x GN!reader

When you first heard a sneeze in your classroom, a feeling of dread immediately filled your chest. You tried to brush it off, attribute it to simple allergies or some dust. But once your other students started to sneeze as well, you knew what was coming. It was cold and flu season, and everyone seemed to be coming down with something, leaving you surrounded by the sick.

You had tried your best to maintain distance with your students and keep up with hygiene and sanitation, but it was too late by then. It was to no one's surprise when you fell ill, sniffling and coughing and sore all over. Poor Nanami had recently moved in with you, and between training the same students and sharing a space with you, he quickly followed suit.

Despite Gojo's repeated efforts and offers to look after you both, you and Nanami decided to quarantine in your home instead, thankfully recently stocked with tissues and cold medicine. It was a little strange at first, admittedly, being stuck together like this without your students to interrupt. But perhaps this was the opportunity for some one on one time with your boyfriend.

You knew, deep down, that Nanami was a caretaker. It was evident in the way he handled the students, always thoughtful and caring in the way he spoke to them and taught them how to fight. But it became even more apparent in his care for you. Although he was equally as sick, the man was unstoppable, cooking warm, comforting food for you and fetching you things for your fever and cough. Often times, he knew what you needed before even you knew, warming your heart at just how sweet he was. So you did your best to reciprocate, making him rice porridge, tea with honey, and getting him warm compresses for his aching muscles. You were both suffering, but at least, you supposed, you were suffering together.

The whole situation was also giving you terrible daydreams of what married life would be like with Nanami. You didn't like to assume where the relationship was going, although him moving in wasn't a minor move by any means, especially by his standards. But as he showed his expert skills at caring for you, you just couldn't help it.

Gojo, who had been checking up on the two of you daily, seemed to pick up on your feelings without even mentioning it to him, something you always found irritating about him just as much as it was useful. Just as the same daydream began to cross your mind again, your phone chimed with an incoming text.

[7:26PM] Satoru☆: soooo what do you think Nanamin would be like when you're married? 💒

You could feel your face heat up at the question, and you knew the cause wasn't your cold. Thankfully Nanami was busy cooking dinner, giving you time to respond, but you could imagine the exasperated sigh he'd let out if he caught sight of Gojo's message.

[7:29PM] You: We literally just moved in together, we're not even thinking of marriage yet

It was a lie, but you'd be damned if you'd admit your daydreams to Gojo so easily.

[7:30PM] Satoru☆: oh please, moving in together is the same as getting married for him

[7:31PM] Satoru☆: and anyway you can't tell me that him taking care of you doesn't make you think about it?

Damn him and his annoying perceptiveness. You deigned not to answer his question, but Gojo never made it easy to ignore him, as your phone blew up with several more messages.

[7:35PM] Satoru☆: cmonnnnn Y/N you know you've thought of it ;)

[7:36PM] Satoru☆: Y/NNNNNN

[7:37PM] Satoru☆: helloooooooo

[7:38PM] Satoru☆: you can't ignore me forever, you know you've thought about husband Nanamin before 💖

You couldn't help the exasperated sound that left your mouth, rolling your eyes at his childish behavior. You finally went to reply to his texts when someone took the phone out of your hands. Looking up, Nanami now held your phone, looking at you worriedly before glancing at the contact name on your phone.

"I was trying to tell you dinner is ready, but you weren't responding. I heard your phone keep going off so I thought something happened, but I see now it's just a pest," he said, brows furrowing in distaste. Nanami always tried to shield you from the annoyances of his colleague, making you smile.

"It's just Gojo. He's just being silly while he checks up on us. It's nothing to worry about," you said.

"I see," he replied, now looking over the text messages. You worried for a moment about what he would say, but Nanami simply huffed before typing out a response.

[7:41PM] You: This is husband Nanamin. Stop texting my spouse or I will have to block you.

He quickly sent the message, not allowing you to see what he wrote, before setting your phone to silent and tossing it onto the couch. He then pulled you up and into his arms, his face finally relaxing.

"That should distract him for a little bit. Now, come eat some dinner prepared by your loving husband," he said, leaning down to peck your lips.

Instantly, you could feel your cheeks burning, and you struggled for a response. Nanami only smiled at you before turning to the kitchen, leaving you a flustered mess. Perhaps getting sick was the best thing that could have happened to you two.

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 14: Fever

Feel Better 721 words on AO3 or below. Summary: Dean notices something is off with Cas

Dean and Cas were in the Dean Cave with Cas stretched out on the couch, his head in Dean’s lap. Usually it was the other way around but Dean realized he might like this arrangement more. He got to look down and stare at him without being embarrassed at being caught, he got to run his hands through his hair, yeah it was a nice set up. His relaxing pastime was interrupted by Cas turning over to have another coughing fit.

“You ok?” Dean questioned. “You’ve been coughing all day.”

“I’m fine.” He replied, trying to stifle another cough. “It’s just allergies. It’s dusty here.” 

“Uh huh.” Dean kept the bunker clean. There was no dust in here, thank you very much. He let his hand slip from Cas’ hair to his forehead. Just as he suspected, it was warm. 

“Hey, Cas, how you feeling?” He asked innocently. 

“Still fine. A little cold actually.” He said with a shiver.

Dean reached back for the blanket and covered him. Cas pulled it tight, snuggling into it. That confirms it, thought Dean, he’s sick. Cas started coughing again. 

“I think you’re sick.” Dean said, gently. 

Cas scoffed. “Dean, don’t be ridiculous. I’m an angel, I don’t get sick.”

“An angel whose grace levels are inconsistent at best. The witness you interviewed the other day was sick. You probably got it from them.”

Cas tried to get up but Dean could see it wasn’t easy, as if the simple act of sitting up was tiring. “I’m not sick.”

Dean could see where this was going. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I’m ready to go to the room. What about you?”

“But this episode isn’t over?” He said confused. “I thought you wanted to catch up on Dr. Sexy.”

“I do but I kinda got distracted on my phone. I don’t really know what’s happening anymore, we can watch it later.”

Cas shrugged. “Ok, if you say so.”

It took all of five minutes for Cas to fall asleep once they got to the room. Dean carefully got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He would be ready with soup and cold medication for Cas when he got up. He could protest all he wanted but Dean knew cold symptoms when he saw them. The make of a true Winchester, always in denial when sick and Dean guessed, a terrible patient too. 

Finally, about two hours later Cas stirred. “Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?”

Cas groaned. “I’m fine, Dean. I was just tired.”

Dean laughed. “I know you’re sick. You know you’re sick. You just don’t want to admit it. So we’re going to take your temperature,” he held up the thermometer, “and before you say anything about how you’re an angel and could just tell me I want to see it myself cause I don’t trust you to tell me the truth.”

‘I wouldn’t lie.” Cas protested weakly. 

“You would,” Dean insisted, “because if you’re sick that means your grace situation is probably getting worse. I know you think not having your grace makes you useless on hunts but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I don’t care about that and I never have.” He squeezed Cas’ hand. “Now this is the part where I would kiss you but I don’t want to get sick.” He laughed. 

Cas tried laughing but it quickly turned into another coughing fit. 

“Now let’s take your temperature.” Dena handed him the thermometer. 

Cas sighed. “That won’t be necessary, it’s 100.7. You were right, I’m sick. And you were correct about my reasons for not wanting to acknowledge it.”

Dean gave Cas’ hand a quick kiss. “And we’ll talk more about that when you’re better, I promise.” He motioned for Cas to sit up. “But first take these.” He handed him a glass of water. “I don’t know if these will even work with your grace but it won’t hurt. I also made soup earlier so I'm going to grab a bowl for you now.”

Cas took the pills without complaint. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Of course,” he said sincerely, “and who knows, your grace might kick in soon and you’ll be better in no time, but first soup.”

Cas heard the unsaid I’ll take care of you until then.

[snezario]

Haz/bin Hot/el V/ox Headcanons

a collection of Thoughts by your fellow television demon enthusiasts, me & @stormyweaver

Different malware/viruses affect him differently. Some can cause cold symptoms, other flu, some mono, etc. Some just simply make him itchy and sneeze and he absolutely HATES IT BC THOSE ARE THE EASIEST TO CATCH

He doesn't have a nose/sinuses so it's just this all-encompassing sensation stuck in his head and he can rarely ever sneeze once and be done with it because it's just THAT intense of a feeling. He's at least gotta get two out before feeling any sort of relief.

Electronics and rain/water do not mix, if he's ever caught out in a storm he shortcircuits, which lowers his immune system (?) and makes him prone to catching a cold

His air filtration system for overheating is essential but if something gets in there and mucks it up, he's done

Allergies: dust (oh man do you know how much dust my pc tower collects? this is prime pickings my dudes), cats/animal fur (the hair gets trapped in his vents and it's game over for him)

When he first manifested, he didn't know that he could even sneeze in his new form until he came into contact with an allergen, which was a Disastorous event and memory he'd like to forget

Can lose control of his electro-teleporting abilities, especially if the sneezes sneak up on him or during extended fits

His sneezes have an effect on electronics and electronically-powered things - from lights flickering out to complete building power outages

Val and Vel have a nickname for him "Sparky" (that he hates ofc) because he has the tendency to give off sparks during particularly intense fits

Definitely one of those workaholic CEO types that would try to ignore/work through the beginnings of illness until the point of collapse

Building off the last HC, he would also be one to squirrel away in his office and avoid interacting with anyone when he's ill, probably the only time he's away from the multitude of screens

Downright terrible patient - will be in denial for as long as he can get away with it and hates being coddled when he's found out

I also LOVE the idea that Alastor is able to set him off with radio wave manipulation

[v-love]

Tissues and Blood

(Dandy Mott x GN!Reader)

Request: “heyy! so, i was thinking about a short fic where the reader is concerned about dandy’s sudden sneezing and allergic reaction through the past few days and the both find out it’s actually dandy’s dust allergies seeing as dora hasn’t been cleaning anything for our infamous man child just to spite him? I THOUGHT OF THIS RANDOMLY AND I THINK IT COULD BE RLLY CUTE? though poor dora when she gets caught though 💀”

I love this idea! I am going to put a darker twist to it because why not, amirite? I hope you enjoy this first part and please be gentle!! This is my first writing after not doing so in so long!!

Warnings: None

Images/GIFS are not mine.

You sigh softly as you walk through the door with a few bags. “Dandy, I’m home! I brought you something from the candy shop.” You stumble a bit to close the door and start walking to his room. Your face contorts to a slight frown as you hear nothing but sneezing and noses being blown. As you turn the corner, you see Dora blowing her nose.

“Oh my, you have allergies as well? Everyone in town has been so upset with the pollen lately.” You say as you hand her a tissue, seeing her nod and stiffen a bit. “It has been a bit difficult miss, I’ll manage. Thank you.” She says, her brows knitting together as she wipes her nose. In the distance you hear Dandy whining and sneezing as well.

“Everyone really is a bit sick. Oh also, please clean the windows again. They look a bit dirty because of the pollen. I’d appreciate it a lot!” You say as you walk towards his room, not seeing her roll her eyes at you and continue to blow her nose.

Hearing a knock at his door, Dandy frowns and opens it. He hears you gasp at his appearance, his eyes were swollen and his nose was runny and red. “I look a mess! I can’t even see properly! It hurts..” He whines and sits on his bed, pressing ice to his eyes to try and sooth the swelling.

“My love..god what even caused this?” You say as you help him wipe his nose and the stray water streaks leaking from the ice on his eyes. He leans into your touch, suddenly tired from his little outburst. You hear a slight wheeze in his breathing and frown. “We should see a doctor, sweetheart..” you say and reluctantly move away, dialing the number. You hear him whine quietly from the loss of contact and the sound of the bed dipping in his weight.

“Hello yes…I would like to set an appointment for tomorrow morning at 9 for Dandy Mott…yes…it seems like he’s having a small allergic reaction from something. It might be the pollen…yes…” You look over at Dandy’s tired and flushed form in the bed, his breathing getting a bit heavier with exhaustion. “…he’s too tired to go today…yes thank you, I’ll take the number…” you quickly wrote down the number the secretary gave you and soon hang up. As you glance at Dandy again you notice how the room feels a bit stuffy.

“Dust? But Dora is so good at cleaning..maybe it’s just my eyes…” You say to yourself as you walk out of Dandy’s room to let him rest. The click of your shoes against the floor echo lightly as you travel to the kitchen. “Dora, please make me a snack. I don’t mind whatever you give me. I just need to eat before I pass out.” You check the time and see that it’s almost 4 pm. “And make dinner right after please. I trust you will make something delicious for Dandy and I.” I smile and she nods in her usual cold manner.

You turn on the tv and sigh softly as you watch it, snacking on the apples Dora cut up. Your legs itch to get up and move to Dandy’s room, just to check up on him. Eventually that thought wins and quickly head up to his room. You quietly enter and see him having a sneezing fit. “Dandy hold on.” You say and pull him away from the shelve he was about to hit with his head. He smiles shyly at you and wipes his nose. “I think it’s gotten a bit worse..” he says sadly and pulls you to bed.

You smile a bit and hold him close. “My sweet boy, are you sure you haven’t eaten anything unusual?” You ask and watch as he nods in response. “Have you eaten lunch? Was it late?” He nods twice more and yawns, pull you closer. “I just want to sleep..” he mumbles and then is out like a light.

The next morning you both get ready and head out to the doctors. Dandy’s eyes were still a bit puffy and red and around his nose was irritated and raw. You held his hand as you check him in and head into the room, sitting him down before sitting down yourself. “They are going to take a few tests and we might have to wait a day or two.” You say as the nurse takes all his information down.

“The doctor will be in to see you in a few minutes.” They say and leave just you two in the room. “How do you feel? Still hurts a bit?” You ask and kiss his forehead. “It does hurt a bit in my nose and eyes but my chest bothers me the most.” He says and looks up when the doctor comes in.

The doctor clears his throat and nods at Dandy. “The results will come in sometime tomorrow. When they do, I’m going to do at-home check ins. Take this right before you go to bed, this is just general allergy medicine for pollen and things like that. It should give you some relief. I will ask you to please stay home. That includes you as well.” The doctor says, looking at you. “We need to make sure it’s not anything you’re being in either. You can go to work but come straight home after.” They do one last temperature check to make sure it’s not linked to any virus. “Lastly, don’t eat anything or drink anything you wouldn’t consume on a day to day basis. This is very important because if we need to run anymore tests, we can pin point exactly what food or drink it is. With that, you two are free to go. Take care Dandy. I’ll see you at around 3 pm.” They say and watch as you two walk out.

When you both get home, the aroma for Dandy’s favorite meal wafts out into the hall. It’s now around dinner time and Dandy has been sort of complaining that he was hungry. “I think she made your favorite, love.” You say and set your things down, watching as he heads to the dining room. Humming, you hang your hat and do a double take. “Are you serious?” Inspecting the coat and hat hanger, you see more dust. “The hell is going on…she’s always been so proficient at details.” Your head fills with things to say to her when you get time to pull her aside as you sit down at the table.

“Looks delicious.” Dandy says, smiling a bit at her. It was rare but when he did Dora seemed to beam in pride. This time, she stayed the same. “Thank you, enjoy.” She says and retires herself to the other room. As you both eat, you think hard on a reason why Dora has been failing at what she always takes pride in. At least her cooking was still brilliant. You barely notice Dandy calling your name until he sets his cup down a bit hard.

You look up and see him annoyed. “Why are you ignoring me? This time it’s not my fault that I’m sick or whatever I am at the moment.” He says and frowns. “Or is it..” he mumbles to himself.

“No, Dandy. I’m just in my own head, I have a lot to think about.” You say, smiling apologetically. He frowns more and stands, walking over to you. “You have to stop thinking so hard.” His hands cup your face gently. “You always get horrible headaches and we can’t both be sick. I can barely breathe through my nose and see through my puffy eyes..imagine having a headache on top of everything.”

You laugh and shake your head. “I know..it’s getting late, let’s get ready for bed. We don’t want to miss our show do we?” Dandy smiles and shakes his head, helping you out of your chair and taking you upstairs.

The sounds from the tv drown out any thoughts you have as you fix your hair a bit so you don’t wake up with it too messed up. Hearing Dandy laugh at any jokes the people make make your heart soar. You lay down next to him and laugh too, gently kissing his cheek and watching the show. “Why does he always fall in the same spot? You would’ve thought he would learn by now.” He says to you, looking down and noticing how your eyes start to droop.

“Sleep my love.” He says in a soft tone and watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, staying up to watch a bit more before he himself drifts off to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed it! Part two will be posted sometime this week or next week! Send in any requests you have and any comments!! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed!!

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[vvatchword]

For a long time I experienced day-killing, life-ruining sinus headaches. They would absolutely wreck me. They'd knock me out for days at a time. I'd wake up with pain over and behind my eyes. Sometimes it was bad enough that I would throw up. I would have to avoid screens, light, and heat. Others have described these episodes as migraines to me, but I really don't think they are, even now. I never had any of the other migraine symptoms, like auras.

It was relatively easy to blame certain traits--dust storms and high-pollen days being the most obvious. But as to fixing it? Jesus christ i didn't know. So I went on a long trek over a period of 4 years to figure out how to stop these motherfucking headaches.

Early on, I tried pain medication, which only dulled the pain a little; this was par for the course for me, since medication has a reduced effect on me in general. I progressed to sitting in hot showers with the lights turned off. I started using something I called "Magic Drink," a preworkout supplement full of caffeine and amino acids called "NO Xplode" (originally I mixed another amino acid mix in it, and even now I use lemon juice to give it a little substance). This would outright kill lighter episodes. Eventually I began using something called a "Sinuspik" to cleanse my sinuses--think Neti Pot, but with vibrations (god it feels good when your snoot is sad). These solutions were hit and miss, unfortunately. Some days were just so bad that it didn't matter if I used all of them at once.

So I went in for allergy shots. This actually worked, but it didn't solve everything. Mostly, they reduced length and severity of episodes. I still had bad days every two weeks or so.

Found out I had sleep apnea. Got a CPAP machine. Friendos, this was the first big solution: turns out I was snoring and fucking up my sinuses in the night. I was able to reduce episodes dramatically using this.

But STILL! The headaches continued.

The final piece of the puzzle: I have bad anxiety and grind my teeth day and night. Turns out that a combination of my unique bite and my anxiety caused the tension to travel up my teeth into my sinuses. I invested in Invisalign, something I had always rolled my eyes at (lol who gives a fuck about straight teeth amirite). I had to pay for it with my credit card and I'm fucking glad I did: like magic, the episodes completely disappeared. My life may be shitty as fuck but I'm not nauseous and dying of boredom in a dark, quiet room because of it. A combination of corrected bite and effective retainers was all I needed.

The last couple of days I have fallen asleep without my usual protections--the Invisalign retainers and the CPAP--and this forgetfulness has reminded me of my hubris. The solution to my problem was no magic pill: it was multiple solutions. The Invisalign in particular was not something I expected or looked for, and I thought I'd mention it in a public place in case it's a solution you haven't considered.

I never see anyone talking about this, so I wanted to suggest something in case it helps you as much as it helps me.

[accidentalmistress]

Dust in the Wind

It's that time again! The latest installment of Accidental Mistress is here! Join me for another adventure! Separately. In our own homes. Preferably away from other people, because we are all filthy degenerates... Ahem, anyway...

(More Accidental Mistress content can be found in the Master Post.)

Title: Dust in the Wind

Word Count: 2,359

Content and warnings: snz (male), technically snz (fem) but just the one, lol

An incident in the tower library leads Noelle and Oraion to discover that the demon might have a slightly worse dust allergy than they thought...

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About a mile and a half outside of the small town of Chambelf in the country of Schorseau, an old stone tower stood in the middle of a forest. Its original purpose and progenitor were lost to time, and for many, many years it stood empty and crumbling, a relic from a bygone era. To a casual observer it would still appear as such, the reason being that the tower’s current occupant wanted it to. She had cast a number of warding and trap spells, not the least of which was a glamor that caused anyone who came upon the tower to see it as a dilapidated, and furthermore uninteresting, ruin. The passerby would then continue on their way and soon forget they had seen anything at all.

The spell was a work of genius, and Noelle knew she could never have pulled it off without Oraion’s help. As an incubus, he possessed intuitive knowledge on magic that influenced the mind, and together they had formulated the intricacies and inner workings of the complex ritual. Then, with the power and control that Oraion provided her through the link created by the contract that bound them, Noelle had woven the spell over an area that kept the entire tower and much of the surrounding land nicely hidden.

The tower itself was round save for a wider, square level at the base. That was where the entrance hall was, as well as the kitchens. Above that were six more levels, plus an attic, which was far more space than Noelle could reasonably utilize alone. Her bedroom was near the top, as well as her bath and a room that was now Oraion’s. One level of the tower was a single open space with large windows that let in plenty of sunlight, and it was this sprawling room that had become Noelle’s workshop, study, and library. It was easily her favorite room in the tower.

Another thing she liked about it was how high the ceilings were, nearly twice the other levels, which meant she could install huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with one of those ladders that moved along a rail. Like everything else in her tower, they had been cobbled together with whatever materials she could buy from the nearby town or scavenge on her own, but she still thought they made the room feel like a proper library. She’d made a lot of progress in filling them up with books over the years, some that she had purchased and many that had been given to her or that she had rescued after being thrown away by their original owners. Sure, that meant her collection was a touch eclectic, but where else might she have acquired an out-of-print, first-edition copy of Trexala’s Trove of Trivia, Vol. 4?

At the moment, however, she needed an old volume on thaumaturgy, an astronomy text, and a thin pamphlet she had tucked away somewhere that contained some useful diagrams of ancient Pre-Jaksdasan runes. She had reached the top of one shelf with no success in finding the pamphlet, and was just about to descend when she saw something sticking out from between two books at the far end of the next shelf over. If she could grab it, it would save her the trouble of having to go down, move the ladder, and climb back up again. She set the two books she already had down on the shelf in front of her and steadied herself on the ladder. It wouldn’t do to take a fall from this height.

She leaned out to the side and reached for the pamphlet, barely brushing it with her middle finger. With a frustrated snort she tried again, adjusting her footing so she could reach further, stretching out as far as she possibly could. She was rewarded with another brush of it with her finger, but she’d managed to pull it out slightly. Now, if only she could—

Crack.

The ladder shifted beneath her, coming loose from the rail entirely as some part of the fixture gave way. Noelle tried to grab onto one of the shelves in front of her to steady herself on the ladder, but the plank of wood tipped forward under her weight, dumping books to the floor before slipping completely from her grasp.

“No, no! Ah-!”

It all happened so quickly. For a moment she was weightless, and she closed her eyes, bracing for impact. Then she hit the ground, but with admittedly less force than she was expecting. It still hurt a bit, but it felt like something had broken her fall. When she opened her eyes, she saw exactly what it was. Or rather, who it was.

“Ow…”

“Oraion! Oh my goodness, are you all right?”

The demon scoffed with a wry smirk. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that, Mistress? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He was sitting on the floor beneath her, holding Noelle in his lap with his muscular arms. His wings were out; from the look of it he had flown across the room to catch her.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine, um, thanks to you. So, uh… thank you.”

“Of course, my dear, but please be more careful next time.”

One more straggling book fell to the floor, landing on several others in a heap.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Seems I’ve made quite a mess… I think the ladder is broken, too.”

“A bit of a mess and a broken ladder can be cleaned up and fixed, I’m just glad you’re… you’re, um…” He trailed off, and Noelle couldn’t quite read the look on his face. Distracted, maybe?

“Oraion…?”

He sniffed, nose scrunching. “Uh, would you say those books were a bit dusty?”

“Wh- dust? I- Oh no, I haven’t dusted in ages.”

She looked again at the mess, and sure enough the sun shining through the windows illuminated a veritable galaxy of glowing motes of dust floating in the air. Poor Oraion’s nose was already turning pink.

“I-I must be a bit more allergic than I th-thought, because I have such a-an intense tiiihhckle. -snf- Nguh…”

He let go of her with one hand to rub his nose, pressing a knuckle under his septum as he took in a shaky breath. In his lap, Noelle had the perfect view of his quivering nares as specks of dust swirled around them.

“I s-swear I’m n-not doing this on p-purpose, I- I- heh! Oh no- hiihh-HIHH-heh- -sniff- s-sorry- heh-heh- hehhh ih-hiiiHH HIH-ITCHOO! HEHGTCHIUH! HESSHHIIU!”

Oraion's broad chest heaved against her, spasming muscles visible through the thin fabric of his shirt, as he was rocked by sneeze after powerful sneeze. Noelle didn't think she'd seen him sneeze with his wings out before. They twitched and flared throughout his hitching buildups and the outbursts that followed.

"S-so strong- oh- eh-heh! HEHIIH'TCHIU! Gods- ehGHISHUH!"

"Um, maybe you should put me down?"

Oraion could only nod in response, hardly able to keep his crimson eyes open between sneezes as forming tears glistened in his eyelashes. Even Noelle's own insensitive nose was starting to run a bit. His grip on her slackened, and she clambered out of his lap with all the grace and dexterity of a newborn foal. At least she didn't kick him anywhere sensitive.

She immediately set about throwing open the windows, hoping for a breeze to air out the room. Oraion's fit showed no signs of stopping or even slowing, a bright red flush blossoming across his nose, cheeks, and even his long, elf-like ears.

"haESHOO! IISSHHIU! Nguh- Mistress, I- eh-heh HEH! HIISH'IUUU! I c-can't etchu! etchu! ngh- suh-stop- heh-hehh-HEHH-HEHHTCHUU! EHH’SHYU!"

Sometimes Noelle couldn’t be certain if he was playing it up for her benefit, or if he was actually distressed. This particular episode seemed especially bad, though, worse than any she’d seen him go through before.

“I-I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to get it cleared out, just try to hold on a little longer.”

What else could she do? Was there really nothing else but to wait it out? The aggrieved demon pressed a hand over his nose and mouth, catching his increasingly wet sneezes against his palm.

“Oh!” Noelle rushed over and crouched next to him, pulling a simple, white handkerchief out of her pocket. “Here, use this.”

Eyes streaming, he reached blindly for it, so she pressed it into his hand. He immediately unleashed another strong sneeze into the cloth. At least now he wouldn’t have to use his hands. The harsh expulsions were so forceful and close together, Noelle imagined he couldn’t focus long enough to summon his own handkerchief. She heard him try to blow his nose into the one she gave him, only to be cut off by another hitchy outburst. Unsure what else she could do, Noelle placed her hand on the demon’s shoulder.

A sudden pause in his sneezing gave Noelle a fleeting hope that at last his fit was letting up. Yet his chest heaved, pulling air into his lungs in stuttering gasps. Breathy hitches shifted into vocal ones, rising in pitch and strength. His reddened nostrils flared, eyes squeezed shut, nose crinkled with intense irritation. Noelle caught the tip of a fang visible through his parted lips. The longer the buildup went on, the more desperate his hitching became, until at last it reached a fever pitch and Oraion’s torso snapped forward.

“HIIHHSSHHHIIEEWWW!!”

He barely got the handkerchief over his nose as a tremendous sneeze seized him, launching him into a violent, uncontrollable paroxysm of sneezing that had him hunched over, both hands clutching the handkerchief to his face as his torso convulsed again and again. A spasm made one of his wings nearly clip Noelle across the head, and she had to duck aside to avoid being hit. After about half a dozen or so powerful sneezes, the fit finally began to subside, leaving Oraion panting and gasping for breath.

“Oh, by the Princes of Hell… That was… s-so intense… hehchiu! Gods…”

“I-I’m so sorry, Oraion, I…”

Noelle trailed off, unsure what else to say. She’d apologized a few times already, and… Well, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge the part of her that had enjoyed watching his positively desperate fit.

He waved a dismissive hand as he finally stopped sneezing long enough to blow his nose.

“Nothing to apologize for. I’m f-fine. Note to s-self: extremely allergic to d-dust in s-suffi- heh-hehh! HEEISHHOO! Ngh… sufficient quantities.”

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger up and down his nose in an itchy fervor. He then wiped the tears from his face as he took a bleary look around the room. There was still dust floating around, Noelle noted, despite the open windows. Oraion flapped his wings several times, which sent a light breeze across the room, encouraging fresh air through the windows to replace the dust-laden air in the room, before the appendages vanished into his back once more.

“That should help clear the room. Now I just need to get the stuff out of my damned sinuses… hihh-tchoo!”

He raised the handkerchief back to his face and gave several forceful blows. Noelle still felt somewhat sniffly herself, and rubbed her own nose with the back of her hand.

“I, um, I know what you mean.”

Almost on cue, she felt a prickle, and she raised both hands toward her face.

“Uh-oh- heh… heh-itchu! Ugh. -snf-”

She hated her own sneezes: all high-pitched and kittenish, while still being incredibly ordinary and boring. When she looked up, though, she found Oraion staring at her with an intensity that sent a tingle across her skin. Her cheeks burned under his scrutiny as she rubbed her nose again.

“Um… please excuse me.”

All at once his entire face began to turn an alarming shade of red, and he kept a hand firmly clasped over his nose and mouth. A tendril of anxiety touched Noelle’s spine—was he about to have another severe outburst?

“O-Oraion? Is everything all right?”

“Oh, yes, I… uh… I-I’ve just… never seen you, ah, sneeze before… and it… i-it was… really… really… cute…”

He practically whispered the last word behind his hand, and it took Noelle a few seconds to parse out what he’d said. Once it hit her, her eyes went wide as volcanic heat flooded her own face.

“C-c-cute?! B-but, I— I mean, it just- just sounded normal, d-didn’t it? My, um… m-my sneezing isn’t anything special…”

Either Oraion found something on the wall very interesting, or he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. His voice was an embarrassed mumble behind his hand.

“... still cute.”

Noelle had never seen Oraion this flustered, and, truth be told, it was almost as attractive to her as his sneezing. Sitting there with his bashful red face and sniffly nose; she couldn’t think of a time when he’d looked more adorable. Beautiful, haunting, sexy—he always embodied those characteristics to a T, but this? This was, well…

Cute.

She leaned forward. “Hey… Oraion?”

He finally turned back to face her and dropped his hand away from his mouth, and Noelle was waiting. His full lips were warm from the flush in his face as she covered them with her own. He tensed up, frozen for half a heartbeat, but then he melted into the kiss, and she felt his fingertips tickle her cheek in a gentle caress. Noelle put her arms around his neck and shoulders, breaking the kiss for just a moment to look into his bright scarlet eyes. She didn’t even care how hard she was blushing, since his face was just as red.

“I think, um, that you’re pretty cute right now, too.”

Leaning back, she began to pull him down towards the floor. There was still the mess of books and papers, and she would have to set aside some time for inspecting the library ladder to assess if it could be fixed. Right now, though, all she could think about was the gorgeous man in her arms, the decidedly hedonistic things his tongue was capable of, and the fact that the wards and traps she’d placed all around her tower meant that no one would be nearby to hear them.

[beetlebugdash]

Miraculous awakening thoughts and live reaction! (Major spoilers!)

- holy crap we made it to a movie

- I'm so excited

- Remember back in season 2 (I think) that a live action movie was coming

- Good times

- Anyways this

- Netflix presents tears

- No magic

- JUMPS SCARE

- we've been known thanks for explaining

- Dark butterflies and angry? Wanna see the counterpart

- LADYBUG AND CAT NOIR

- stronger than death?

- THE CLASSIC MOVIE MUSIC

- PARIS!!??!)

- classic movie intro is classic

- PHOTOGRAPHER AND NEWSPERSON

- CROSSWINDS

- the road????

- Marionette wears a watch?

- I love her dad

- UNICORNBCAKES

- 10/10 diversity

- Daddy??? Ok Chloe

- Listen to my chest???? Idk what u mean

- YOU JUST GOTTA BELIEVE!!!!

- Christina that isn't your singing voice

- CHRISTINA HAS A GOOD VOICE

- love the painter's design

- It dosent sound like her

- DOG

- THE TEA SCENE FORM THE PV

- Lotta unique background character designs

- WHERE DID U GET THE BIKE

- iconic locations beauty

- THE SKETCHBOOK!

- ALSO ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS

- other friends???

- I wanna know

- Gabriel designs, you'll soon hate him

- Polka dot dress before ladybug

- Ooo sparkles

- ITS A FLOATING SKETCHBOOK

- fireworks ooooooo

- "Here's some perfume”

- YOU SPIN ME ROUND

- NATALIE And Gabriel

- TODD VOICE YAY

- Love that persons hair

- I thought Gabriel is never in public?¿

- Chloe's voice sounds odd?

- BWAHAHAHHAHA

- oh it's Gabriel agreste sweater

- A+ to alya

- "EAT BREAD WITH BUTTER"

- FINALLY GLASSES FLARE

- MEANT TO BE?

- recorder

- GYMNASTICS AU COME TRUE

- TRANSITION TO EMILIE

- ugh she looks so pretty

- Odd

- LUKA AND JULEKA

- Rude ugh

- Oh i hate Chloe

- AHAHAHA

- At least we know school layout kinda

- Little bit of luck? Yea here allergies

- Alegies or dust WE NEED TO KNOW

- IT THE SEASON 1 FINALE ALL OVER AGAIN

- CAT BOOK

- theyre trying to make everyone fall for Adrien

- ukulele music?

- NINO YEAAAA

- oooo amusement park

- Depressing Adrien

- Natalie I love

- I HATE GABRIEL

- i smell a sad song

- LONG HAIRED GABRIEL IS REAL????

- long entry hallways

- Wow Gabriel has very pretty nails

- HE HAS A WATCH TOO?

- EMILIE LORE?

- oh she was a performer omg

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY?????

- ooooooooooo

- nooroo????

- WOAH

- master fu knows whazzup

- This movie is going really fast an lots of jumps

- Oh plagg and tikki fight????

- Marinella????

- HIT BY A CAR?

- SCREAMING EXCHANGE

- GASP

- 10/10 BREAKS

- uh crazy man bye

- MASTER FU WHAT THE

- creepy hall? Sure!

- Poor Chloe

- Sabrina is a wingman OOO

- random window opening? Sure!

- CAT

- MIRACULOUS

- failed proposal?

- oh no first akuma attack

- WOA CREEPY

- well evil spirits

- Oooo a ladybug

- ooooooo

- “Who saves a life saves the world”

- IT'S LIKE THE ORIGINAL ANIMATION

- TIKKI!

- “GIRLS CAN WEAR PANTS” YES

- can you say kwami

- Tiny genie sure

- “I WET THE BED”

- REDEMPTION FOR THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE CAUSE TIKKI ONLY HAD 1 LINE

- THE THEME SONG? ¿

- "I'll hide in a tree"

- RAPPING TIKKI?

- BWAHAHAHA

- CONTINUITY!

- Aw marinette has doubts

- "Im out of patience"

- that poor security guard

- WHERE IS QUASIMODO WHEN U NEED HIM

- "first a song now a yoyo what's next a tea set???"

- CRASH

- oh hi cat noir

- bonjour

- "Do I know u?"

- A WATERMELON

- CAT NOURS SIDEKICK LOL

- omg cat noir will always me my fav

- CAT PUNS!!?!

- oh no cat noir

- RUUUUUUNNNNNNN

- "Not on the first date!"

- Omg I love him

- "Is that a watermelon"

- CANONBALL!

- SHERO

- wet haired cat noir

- 👍

- BON APPETITEEEEEE

- little Adrien lol

- cat noir outta breath lol

- 2-0 gargoyle

- GO FETCH PUPPY

- KITTY

- MIRACULOUS POWER

- "Thank goodness marinette is at home" lol

- oH NO NOT THE TAIL

- WO

- zag news LOL

- DON'T BE BEMUSED IT'S JUST THE NEWS

- THE MUSIC AHAHGAHAHAHHA

- oh no loose akuma

- master FU

- Miraculous: tales of watermelon and insane

- coooooooool

- Hawkwho?

- THE WINK

- TOGETHER!

- failure is not your enemy, fears are

- New cat singing voice

- I like this voice (no offence Bryce)

- oh I love this song

- Bounce from the clouds

- HEARTS CLOUD

- and moon cloud

- Oh it's a swan cloud

- Transitions are horrid

- rosemary?

- SHOSHOCHEF

- stinks

- PLAGG

- ewwwww

- THE BURN

- Natalie hears PLAGG LOL

- And cat puns!

- Hey he has picture in his room!

- PTFAFS

- "she knows her stuff" *proceeds to screem*

- PUSS IN BOOTS

- mic drop marinette out

- can't get rid of it lol

- haHaHA

- poop

- ugh fear

- NATALIE HAS A HOME OTHER THAN THE AGEESTE MANSION

- nooroo ily

- “I have nothing to loose” ADRIEN??

- HAWKMOTH SONG

- BEST SONG

- BEAUTY ANIMATION

- Shakespeare hawkmoth

- SO EVIL

- IS THIS KEITH?????

- THEY HAVE KEITH SINGING BUT NOT CHRISTINE UGH

- THE MIME

- HAWKMOTH HAWKMOTH HAWKMOTH

- THE TOPHAT

- HIGH NOTE WOOO

- Butt kicking girl superhero WOO

- how did u get some of those

- stealing money????????

- BOOM

- Dr love nino

- Roses means desperate

- I LOVE HIS APRON

- oh I love marinettes dad

- Dr love more like Dr not

- why did u look at her sketches

- man duck Gabriel

- THE WHILHEM SCREEM

- oh no poor nino

- POOR SABRINA

- 0.0

- oooo chaos

- Ironically I just saw a magician today

- I think?

- LEMME RIDE THE HORSES

- anxiety ridden Marinette

- ITS THE SONG!

- eh it’s ok I guess?

- Animation still looks cool

- Tikki scare is scary

- TIKKI SPOTS ON

- TRANSFORMATION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PUBLIC

- creepy baby balloon

- what is with ladybug and cats voices

- STRONGER TOGETHER

- boo you Chloe

- LONG YIME NO SPEAK

- THE GARBAGE

- POOR NINO

- nino confession goes out the window

- POOR CAT

- At least their adding sounds to the bell like come on it is annoying

- WHY ISNT THAT FAMILY RUNNING?

- POP

- HAWKMOTH FACE

- BYE BYE LITTLE BUTTERFLIES

- PARTNERS

- OH THE SONG

- CROSSOINT MAN

- BUBBLER!

- MIRACULOUS!

- GYMNASTICS!

- THE CARS

- ICE CREAM PATROL!!!!!

- ITS THE LOVE SONG

- whoops

- I LOVE LADYNOIR

- this is the ladynoir I’ve been missing from the show

- THE OFFICIAL ART!

- ADULTS ARE HAVING A CONVERSATION!

- glow=danger?

- broken heart

- UGH YOU FOOL

- love song love song love song love song

- “I wouldn’t get close to anyone after my mom died” “I got close to you” AAAAAAAAH

- WHERE DID THESE TEARS COME FROM?¿

- oh i love them

- NO DONT GO

- OW

- JUST AN EMPTY HEART

- PLAGG

- ADRIEN STANDING UP TO HIS DAD!

- Follow your heart AND THEIR THE SAME PERSON!

- ow

- SCREW YOU CHLOE

- aw

- She wears a tank top?

- “I dreamed of calling Paris home” uh you live in Paris?????

- Where did they get the ladybug and cat noir shots?

- IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE!

- ITS A CHILDRENS MOVIE WHY AM I CRYING

- YO HAWKMOTH

- creepy eepy

- JEREMY ZAG!

- yOOooOooo

- wow this got dark quick

- CAT NOOOOOOOO

- dude look outside

- selfie it truly is gen z

- GO PLAGG

- LADYBUG NO

- FINALLY

- no don’t do this now

- stronger together????

- oh no

- Another fall for the Eiffel Tower yet this feels different

- CAT

- LADYBUG GO SAVE HIM

- oh no oh no oh no

- OH NO

- THE MIRACULOUS

- OH NO

- YEAAAAAA CAT

- ow

- flashback

- OH NO HIS MASK

- MARICHAT FOR DA WIN

- FINALLY

- O MY GOD

- MY LITTLE BOY

- FLASHBACK

- LITTLE ADRIEN

- THE MIRACULOUS BOOK

- love over death

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- Marinette watching like 🧍‍♀️

- oooooo pretty music

- master fu where did u come from

- ITS THE CREEPY GUY!

- LADYBUG LADYBUG (and cat noir maybe)

- ok that’s different

- ITS LIKE THE FANTASMIC SCENE

- aaaawwww it’s nearly over

- THE BALL

- VOLKSWAGEN

- Sabrina’s just like “meh”

- REVEAL?

- SNOW HEART IN TREE

- YEAAAA

- IS HE CRYING

- HES SO HAPPY

- MUSIC KNOWS HOW BIG IT IS

- KISS KISS

- THEY DID THAT FOR THE FANS

- post credit sequal?

- SEQUAL??????

- AND THE PRE MOVIE SCENES

- Overall: harsh transitions, hate ladybugs voice, and a bit rushed, and I despised the ending was anticlimactic with ladybug, but overall for a miraculous movie was alright it has amazing animation

- They somehow made it cater for both the old and longtime fans and young and newbie fans good job (for the most part)

- I don’t have a rating since it’s a stand alone movie so I’m just gonna go cry in the corner until season 6 or more ladynoir

[ascendgravity-archived]

a plump, rolling creature was not what kirk was expecting. in all honestly, it reminded the captain of a furby from old earth. he'd seen holos of them when scrolling through history class. big eyes, a small, orange beak, and a fluffy exterior. and while ophelia bent to pet the thing, kirk held himself back. one, because he didn't trust it and two, because he may be allergic to it. while he never much cared for his allergies, he didn't feel like getting an earful from bones today.

"do you think it's intelligent?" the blonde asks, looking from phee to the creature. when he brought his gaze back up, jim realized they were no longer alone. in fact, more of those creatures appeared, owlish eyes blinking at the new comers. kirk shifted on his feet. "hopefully they let us pass," he mouthed, stepping past the first creature.

a subtle chirping and humming sound filled the air as kirk pressed forward. dust kicked into the air, causing him to sneeze. the aliens scattered, leaving the two officers alone. a chill raced down the captain's spine. "skittish," he murmured. but who was to say they wouldn't come back with a bigger, meaner friend? he thought of delta vega. @theresastargirl continued from here.

[mgaelach]

Jobb/er/knoll Feathers - Pt.1 || D. Mal/foy x OC

Summary: A fic in which the students of their 7th year had a chance to come back after the war with Voldemort ended. Wounds have healed and hearts are in the process of healing. (Also Snape, Remus, Tonks, and Fred never died, okay?). Draco and Nico(my OC) decide to come back a year later and finish their 7th year. By now, Nico is 19 and Draco is 18.  But this is a snzfic where Dr/aco Malf/oy is allergic to jobberknoll feathers. However, he only discovers this afterwards when a few good sneezing fits cause him and his potions partner detention time to come back and finish their work. His potions partner happens to be his boyfriend. His boyfriend happens to have a sneeze kink. Draco does not know this yet though. a/n: This also includes a couple flashbacks from Nico’s thoughts. I also think I’ll make a part two where the detention happens. I know it's only about 1.9k words, but I feel like part two would suit it well. I can explore more of Draco’s and my OC’s relationship more this way. Am I self-projecting onto my OC? Uhm, very much so. But he’s also not me, but who I wish I could /sometimes/ be in this universe.  Word count: ~1.9k

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In the bustling potions classroom, Draco and Nico found themselves partnered together for their latest assignment, Veritaserum. A truth serum, a very powerful one at that. Once Snape was finished droning on about the preparation, ingredients, and instructions, the two students got to work. Nico grabbed the ingredients from the stock shelves while Draco prepped their station with the necessary tools. 

“Alright~ This should be all of the ingredients!” Nico grinned as he set each of them down from his arms in a pile. A jobberknoll feather being the last, as he decided to stick that behind his ear. “Let’s do this~!” He quietly cheered while spinning the feather between his fingers.

Draco rolled his eyes with a smile, swiping under his nose with the cuff of his white, button-down shirt. Nico could be a bit of a cheerful Slytherin. He was not quite as snobby as most and definitely didn’t care about blood status. Though he still could be quite cunning from time to time. He was an excellent actor, as his persona was always charming and sly to the passing eye. 

The ambience of the classroom became students rushing around, crushing and cutting ingredients, boiling cauldrons, and small chit chat between the deep concentration. Nico’s concentration wavered whenever Draco would sniffle or rub the underside of his nose with his sleeve again and again. This was most unusual to Nico. He had not known Draco to have allergies in the potions classroom. It was more often that Nico would be the sniffling, sneezing one due to his seasonal fall/winter allergies. 

He wondered if he would get to see Draco sneeze. He had only seen him sneeze a few times, but memorized them as if they were one of the most important memories to him. 

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The first time he saw Draco sneeze was before they dated. They managed to get detention together after being scolded for trying to hex each other as mere 16 year olds in year 5. The two of them barely knew each other, but got into a scuffle over something so stupid that they couldn’t even remember what started the fight. Their punishment was to clean the storage closet in the Charms classroom. No magic, no potions, just a broom, dustrag, and dustpan. 

Nico had gotten quite a pile of dust collected into his dustpan while sweeping the shelves off. While walking over the waste bin, Draco thought it would be fun to trip the fellow Slytherin boy. So he stuck the broom out. Nico tripped over Draco’s broom, tumbling onto the ground with a hard thud and a crack. He yelped in pain, hands instantly grabbing  his now bloodied chin. The dustpan was completely forgotten and hit the ground, sending a poof of dust into the air. Draco held a smug look on his face until the dust started drifting into his nose.

“You bloody dimwit! Now there’s even m-more du–hhhhst to snf snf to clean uhhh–up!” Draco’s gaze became unfocused, his nose scrunched up and he slowly brought his elbow up to his face. Nico sat up on the floor, hands still clutching his chin, but caught in a daze while watching Draco lose control of his nose. 

“Thh–that was a lot hHHh..of d-duhH’HMPHFSH!! eH’HFSHH! F-fucking hehH’MPSHH! –PshH! –hH’PHSHH! ehH’MFF’Shiewww–!” Draco sneezed and sneezed into the crook of his elbow, only slightly bending at the waist from the force of the fit. Nico watched in awe. The Slytherin Prince, reduced to an itchy, watery, sneeze fit from a cloud of dust. 

Nico took one hand off his chin and reached into his pocket to pull out a spare handkerchief. He finally stood up in order to offer his handkerchief, as he did not think Draco would even notice it with his eyes screwed shut and nose buried in his elbow.

Nico carefully pressed the handkerchief on the top of Draco’s nose. Draco’s eyes squinted open, then he quickly pinched his nose into the cloth. “hH’NGxt–! n’Gxt–! ‘ngT’ngt’hHh’GXsht–!!  h’GXtch! hahhH…hH’HGXSHT!” With one last harsh stifle he gave a hard couple blows into the handkerchief, his nose seemingly calming down after that. 

“Sorry Malfoy. Didn’t mean to make your nose explode like that,” Nico chuckled as Draco gave a slight glare, his eyes peeking over the top of the handkerchief still. Draco was about to berate him for dropping a full dustpan when he noticed a look of discomfort on Nico’s face. “Are you alright?” He asked a bit harsher than intended.

“Hm? Oh, I’m um– yeah I’m fine,” Nico’s weak smile was clearly forced and a look of pain came over his face when he did so. Draco glared again and Nico’s smile dropped at this. “Okay, you caught me. I heard my chin crack when I face planted into the floor.” He replied with slight amusement in his voice. Draco sighed and grabbed Nico’s arm to lower his hand from his injured chin.

“You should go to Madame Pomfrey.” He stated as a matter of factly. Now it was Nico’s turn to sigh.

“We have to finish dusting first though… won’t we get in trouble for this?” Nico desperately wished to go get this healed, as he didn’t have his wand to heal it himself. Though he didn’t want to be sentenced to more detention for leaving early. 

“I’ll cover for you. Your wound needs treatment,” Draco glanced over his shoulder to the door, “This will take at least another hour. Just hurry back as soon as you're done there.” Nico nodded reluctantly, but his face was full of gratitude.

“Thanks Malfoy, I promise, I’ll be right back.”

It was then that they first bonded.

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Draco's nose twitched more frequently as they worked, signaling an onset of itchiness that soon couldn't be ignored. He tried to suppress the building sneeze(s) that threatened to escape, but it proved to be a futile effort.

"hHhehh... ehH-...hH’Ngxtch–!" Draco quietly stifled a sneeze into the back of his wrist, trying not to draw attention to himself. He cautiously brought his wrist away from his nose and sniffed the air lightly, almost instantly regretting it. 

Nico, the ever observant and doting boyfriend, noticed Draco's stifle. He could distinguish Draco’s restrained sneeze anywhere. With raised eyebrows and piqued curiosity, he turned to Draco. "Are you alright, Draco? You seem to be paying more attention to your nose than the potions assignment."

Draco sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose again. "I think... hihh... I'm fine. Something in this damn potion is bothering me most likely," he sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "It is making me want to claw my bloody nose off. It’s so damn itchy."

Nico tried to sound more concerned than curious, his mouth formed an O. "Oh, do you have allergies? Will you be alright?"

Draco scoffed, “I do not have allergies! I don’t remember having this problem.” He wetly sniffled again. A Malfoy having allergies? Not possible. Right?  Nico shrugged, switching his attention back to the half brewed potion. 

When it came time to add the jobberknoll feather, all hell broke loose. Well, from Draco’s nose that is. Draco picked up the feather delicately and brought it closer to his face just to inspect it before preparing it for the boiling cauldron. This turned out to be a mistake. 

Nico watched him carefully as Draco’s nose scrunched up, his eyes glossed over, and his lips slightly parted. He panicked a little, watching as Draco’s grasp on the feather loosened. “D-Draco, hand me the feather!” Nico tried to quickly reach for the feather without waiting for a response from the platinum-blonde haired Slytherin. Alas, it was too late. 

“hH’ASHH’IEWW! hH’RRSHOO–! –eH’SHIEW!” Draco violently sneezed thrice in rapid succession. The tickle had been so intense that he couldn’t focus on anything else. His nose was trying to rid of the allergic, itchy feeling as violently and as fast as possible. He didn’t even have time to try and stifle the bout of sneezes that consumed him. 

“ –hG’GSchuH! ‘eg’GSCHU–! hh’HRE’SHIew–! Ihh–it itches s-sohhh bahhH’KSHiew–ih’SHIew–’SHiew–’gk’SHIEW!” Draco’s body jerked with each sneeze, only loosely covering with both hands up to his face. However, in that process, the entire feather floated into the potion. Nico’s eyes widened in fear. “Salazar, this is not good–” An explosive BOOM shook the whole classroom. 

Nico shielded the still sneezing Slytherin Prince from the explosion by jumping in front of him and using his own back for protection. It only left Nico with some burnt robes and minor burns to the nape of his neck. 

“hhHahh…hhih–! ehehhH–hH’PHSHH! hM’PHSH–! ih’KSHtt– ik’sh’iew–ehHh’tshuu– tschu–tsch–ksh’ie’ww! hHhah…f-fuck..I–ih’KSh’iew! I’m snfff sorry, Nico…” Draco’s sneezing began to slow down as the explosion had also settled down. Snape, with an irritated glare, briskly strode over to their station to clean up the aftermath. 

“Malfoy. Gaelach. Detention at 7:00 pm sharp. You will be re-doing this potion as well as writing a 3 foot long essay on the dangers of sneezing while brewing potions. Understood? The rest of the class is dismissed. Place a sample of your potions on my desk for grading,” Snape grunted out with bitterness clear in his tone. “Now, Malfoy, since it seems your nose has calmed down a bit, I will ask you to escort Mr. Gaelach to the hospital wing so Madame Pomfrey can treat his wounds.” His tone was just ever so slightly softer at the end. 

Draco nodded, sniffling as he went to grab his belongings. Nico grabbed his bag as well and off they went. As soon as they made it out of the classroom and a few feet down the corridors, Nico let out a loud chuckle.

“W-what’s so funny Gaelach, huh?” Draco asked with irritation and pure confusion in his voice. Nico just shook his head while continuing to laugh. It took a few seconds for him to get an answer out.

“Y-you just s-sneezed us into a detention, Malfoy,” He jokingly mocked back to his boyfriend while still laughing. Draco rolled his eyes and huffed at him. “I didn’t know you were so allergic to jobberknoll feathers. Any other birds I should be wary of waving their feathers around you?” 

“How can you even be joking at this time!?” Draco exasperatedly sighed. Nico’s eyebrows furrowed as he shot Draco a look of confusion. 

“Huh? Why? What’s wrong Dray?” Concern and confusion clouding Nico’s eyes. 

“Because of my mistake, you’re injured!” Nico just playfully rolled his eyes at Draco’s response. 

“Deary, sweetness, love of my life, Dray. I promise with the bottom of my heart, this does not hurt near as much as the first time you saw me get injured because of you!” Nico laughed some more, wiping joyous tears from his eyes. “It’s just a couple small burns, I promise! Maybe it looks worse than it feels? I wouldn’t know since it's… y’know… on my back and all.”

Draco only looked at Nico with a look of doubt. Nico smiled and draped his arm over Draco’s shoulders. “Dray, it is all good! Madame Pomfrey will have me healed up in no time!” Draco still hmphed and looked away, but brought his hand up to rub Nico’s that was resting on his shoulder. 

As soon as they made it to Madame Pomfrey, Nico explained what happened. He turned around and lifted his shoulder length hair to reveal whatever burns he had to the nurse. Shortly after assessing the situation, Pomfrey kicked Draco out and told him to wait outside. 

“We won’t be long, Dray!” Nico gave a small wave and reassuring smile, “Go on to lunch without me! I’ll meet you there~!” 

“Fine, but you’d better make it to lunch. Can’t have you starving on me.” Doubt and concern still settled in Draco’s gaze, but he gave a small smirk anyway and left for lunch. 

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[writeyourdarlings]

bad news. i have been sneezing and feeling cold a lot since a week ago, and at first i thought it was just a bad flu. But after going to the doctor, it turned out that i have an allergy rhinitis and have to avoid the triggers, which are cold places, air conditioner, dust, and animal fur. now, as some of you've probably known, i got a kitten not too long ago and named him bucky. my mom said that bucky could be the allergen cause his fur are all over our house, and ofc i think he's not, but my mom still insisted that he is😭 so now, she already took my bucky away and gave it to my aunt. she said that he's gonna stay there temporarily but i'm afraid that my mom is planning to give him away that easily. well i know it's not like i'll lose him forever cause i can still stop by my aunt to check on him, but still, it's different that he's not home with me. in terms of the sneezing and cold... well, it's getting tolerable now (God i'd really hate if my mom was right😂). anyway IDC IF I HAVE TO SNEEZE A HUNDRED TIMES, i want my bucky back life's been so hard without him !!

[wickedsniffles]

Blazing Through It

Summary: Still working out what it means to be a rancher, Obi-Wan finds himself miserable one hot and dusty day on the trails.

Pairing: None

Rating: Gen? Only suggestive if you're a filthy hoe for sneezes

Tags: farm/ranch AU, modern AU, PWP, handkerchiefs, allergies, sneezing, nose blowing 🙈

Word Count: 989

These scorching summer mornings are never what Obi-Wan can call forgiving, but today feels particularly dreadful to bear.

Perched in the saddle of his favorite palomino mare, he surveys the broad, parched expanse of his ranch with a sigh. Almost two weeks now with no rain, and no sign of any coming. At this rate, they're going to have to start watering the cattle three times a day now – and pouring buckets on the damn grass, as Anakin had griped only yesterday.

Ranching certainly isn't easy.

But then again, was easy what he wanted, after retiring? Obi-Wan supposed not. His time in Special Forces had accustomed him to routine, discipline, long hours, and hard work. Waking at four in the morning and not resting until everything he needed to get done was complete. He had people to take care of. He was a protector.

When he'd come home to his empty apartment, all he could do was mill about the place. Restless. Anxious. Lost without a purpose.

So strange that he found it with Anakin, in America. His adopted younger brother had been ecstatic over a promising plot of land, of endless empty acres and their possibility upon being filled. Yet it wasn't Anakin who explored the possibilities of ranching. Of course, Qui-Gon had been the one to propose that they buy it together, to farm it and build it up to its full potential.

"I can just see Obi-Wan out there in overalls," Anakin had scoffed. "Right."

But out of the two of them, Obi-Wan took to ranching the best. The animals knew him and trusted him. He'd taken riding lessons in his youth, so that wasn't a problem. Yes, the work was hard. Yes, they often ended their days exhausted, sweaty, dirty, parched. But it kept Obi-Wan busy, kept his mind and body moving, and that's what mattered.

Through everything he's endured in his first two years of this work, the dry, dusty heat is something he's still struggling to tolerate.

Bad enough that he's sweating out of every pore, forcing his thin blue button up shirt to stick to his skin. The sleeves are rolled at the forearms, but that's the best he can do. He needs the protection it offers from the sun, along with the sturdy hat perched atop his blazing copper hair. It's growing long, wild even along with his beard, and Obi-Wan desperately wishes he'd thought to cut either.

The heat is bad, but the dust is an insufferable annoyance atop it all. Constantly kicked up from the cattle's hooves as they're moved to what Anakin and Obi-Wan can only hope is an area with better grazing, Obi-Wan always has one hand on the saddle horn and his other on his handkerchief. Between wiping his brow and covering sneezes, he's taken to carrying two or three on miserable, dusty drought days like today.

Thank goodness his mare, Portia, is used to him jolting in the saddle by now. Anakin's stallion is so flighty about it that if Obi-Wan so much as blows his nose near the creature, the horse side shuffles in annoyance.

Both Anakin and his horse are so irritated by Obi-Wan's allergies that he's forced to walk the trail alone today, with only Portia and the far-off herd for company.

Obi-Wan suspects that the pollen count isn't in his favor today, either. His nose is itchy and tickly in a way that he's come to associate with ragweed, causing him to hitch before every bout of sneezing more times than he'd care to admit. Like the need to sneeze is buried there, deep in his sinuses, leaving him blinking like a fool with his eyes tearing up and his nose a dark pink.

To be honest, it's hard to do anything but cling to the saddle with his legs and let Portia walk the trails she's familiar with. He isn't much use like this. He's been out here so long, exposed to the dust and the pollen and the heat, that it's almost impossible to concentrate on anything except keeping his sneezes contained.

His first handkerchief is done for. The worn, light blue fabric is damp with sweat and sneezes, and Obi-Wan sighs heavily before tucking it away into the saddlebag, already feeling the next fit coming on.

"Oh, goodness," he mutters at the tail end of a thick sniffle. "Now, really – I wish this would just – hhh – just –!"

Portia flicks an ear as Obi-Wan lurches forward with a powerful, breathless sneeze, too slow to place the next clean handkerchief to his face. Barely two seconds pass – enough for him to get the fabric there, thankfully – before the strong urge to sneeze rises up again, and in one great hitching breath he's lurching forward again, then again, again.

He's never had a fit this rapid before, this endless. There's only a time for one sharp, deep breath between each sneeze before he's pulled into the next, and unlike fits he's had before, this one seems to be doing nothing to rid his nose of the urgent tickle. Somewhere around a dozen he blows, long and harsh, hoping to get some relief, and finds that the clearing of his sinuses only – somehow – incites a more intense reaction.

Obi-Wan isn't sure how long it lasts. Only that Portia has stopped walking, sensing that something is wrong with him, and wordlessly he thanks the mare for her goodness.

Groaning, he blows his nose once more, and the handkerchief he'd started with is completely useless now. Yet still, after all that, his nose still itches with the threat of more.

"To hell with it," Obi-Wan mutters. "Come on, girl. We're going in."

Let Anakin finish the rounds. All Obi-Wan wants is to get out of this blasted dust and heat, shower, and drink some tea. One early day won't harm him.

And besides, the ranch and all its challenges will still be waiting tomorrow.

[letsbiogarden]

Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow: A Complete Guide

Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow: A Complete Guide

Keeping your carpets clean is essential for a healthy home, but doing it yourself can be a real challenge. This is where carpet cleaning services in Harrow come to the rescue! In this guide, we will cover everything you need to know about professional carpet cleaning and how it can make a difference in your home.

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1. Steam Cleaning

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2. Dry Cleaning

If you need a quick solution, dry cleaning is ideal. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow use a special powder that attracts dirt, making it easy to vacuum away without drying time.

3. Shampooing

Some stains require heavy-duty cleaning. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow offer carpet shampooing, which is great for heavily soiled areas.

DIY vs. Professional Carpet Cleaning

While DIY carpet cleaners are available, they may not deliver the same results. Professional carpet cleaning services in Harrow use industrial-grade equipment and cleaning solutions for a thorough clean.

DIY efforts might also leave excess moisture, which can promote mold growth. On the other hand, experts ensure proper drying to avoid these issues.

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When you book carpet cleaning services in Harrow, professionals will first inspect the condition of your carpets. They’ll identify stains, damage, and high-traffic areas. After this, they select the best cleaning method to suit your carpet type and condition.

Most appointments take just a couple of hours, and you'll enjoy fresh, clean carpets almost immediately.

Tips for Maintaining Clean Carpets After Service

Here are a few tips to keep your carpets in great shape between professional cleanings:

Use doormats to reduce dirt brought in from outside.

Vacuum your carpets at least twice a week.

Attend to spills immediately to prevent stains.

Hire carpet cleaning services in Harrow regularly for deep cleaning.

Final Thoughts on Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow

Your carpets are an investment, and keeping them clean is essential. Whether you want to maintain hygiene or improve your home’s appearance, carpet cleaning services in Harrow are the perfect solution. Their expert care ensures your carpets remain beautiful and durable for years to come.

So, don't wait until your carpets start showing visible dirt! Contact carpet cleaning services in Harrow today for a fresh, healthy home environment.

[biogarden-cz]

Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow: A Complete Guide

Keeping your carpets clean is essential for a healthy home, but doing it yourself can be a real challenge. This is where carpet cleaning services in Harrow come to the rescue! In this guide, we will cover everything you need to know about professional carpet cleaning and how it can make a difference in your home.

Why Choose Professional Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow?

You may wonder, “Why can’t I just vacuum and be done?” Well, while regular vacuuming helps, it doesn’t remove deep dirt and bacteria. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow use advanced equipment to ensure every fiber of your carpet is spotless. Their professional touch also extends the life of your carpets, making it a worthy investment.

Benefits of Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow

1. A Healthier Home Environment

Over time, carpets collect dust, allergens, and even mold. These pollutants can cause allergies and respiratory issues, especially for children and pets. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow help eliminate these harmful elements, promoting a cleaner and healthier space.

2. Odor Removal

Carpets tend to trap smells from pets, spills, and daily foot traffic. Air fresheners only mask these odors, but a deep cleaning by carpet cleaning services in Harrow will remove them at the source.

3. Prolonging Carpet Lifespan

Replacing carpets is expensive. Regular maintenance by carpet cleaning services in Harrow prevents damage, keeping them looking new for longer.

How Often Should You Hire Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow?

It depends on your lifestyle. If you have kids or pets, experts recommend deep cleaning at least every 6 months. For regular households, an annual service by carpet cleaning services in Harrow should suffice.

Types of Cleaning Methods Used by Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow

1. Steam Cleaning

Steam cleaning, or hot water extraction, is a popular method used by carpet cleaning services in Harrow. This technique removes dirt deeply embedded in the carpet fibers, leaving it fresh and sanitized.

2. Dry Cleaning

If you need a quick solution, dry cleaning is ideal. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow use a special powder that attracts dirt, making it easy to vacuum away without drying time.

3. Shampooing

Some stains require heavy-duty cleaning. Carpet cleaning services in Harrow offer carpet shampooing, which is great for heavily soiled areas.

DIY vs. Professional Carpet Cleaning

While DIY carpet cleaners are available, they may not deliver the same results. Professional carpet cleaning services in Harrow use industrial-grade equipment and cleaning solutions for a thorough clean.

DIY efforts might also leave excess moisture, which can promote mold growth. On the other hand, experts ensure proper drying to avoid these issues.

What to Expect from Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow

When you book carpet cleaning services in Harrow, professionals will first inspect the condition of your carpets. They’ll identify stains, damage, and high-traffic areas. After this, they select the best cleaning method to suit your carpet type and condition.

Most appointments take just a couple of hours, and you'll enjoy fresh, clean carpets almost immediately.

Tips for Maintaining Clean Carpets After Service

Here are a few tips to keep your carpets in great shape between professional cleanings:

Use doormats to reduce dirt brought in from outside.

Vacuum your carpets at least twice a week.

Attend to spills immediately to prevent stains.

Hire carpet cleaning services in Harrow regularly for deep cleaning.

Final Thoughts on Carpet Cleaning Services in Harrow

Your carpets are an investment, and keeping them clean is essential. Whether you want to maintain hygiene or improve your home’s appearance, carpet cleaning services in Harrow are the perfect solution. Their expert care ensures your carpets remain beautiful and durable for years to come.

So, don't wait until your carpets start showing visible dirt! Contact carpet cleaning services in Harrow today for a fresh, healthy home environment.