πͺ»Name: I go by many names tbh, but I'm fine with being called "Glitter" or "Rose" on here!! "Glitz" is also acceptable.
πͺ»Pronouns: She/He
πͺ»Age: 24
πͺ»Fandoms: oh my god so many. i'm most comfy posting Gen/shin stuff here tbh, but you're free to ask if i'm in to something- chances are i've probably at least seen it skdjflksjfls. the autistic desire to watch every media available knows no limits
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(also uh... an asexuals first attempt at writing nsfw i guess)
"You seem stressed."
The Wanderer barely kept himself from startling as Sethos leaned over his shoulder, staring down at the paper the Wanderer was currently trying to write.
Key word being try.
With everything that had happened recently, from giving his core to Sandrone in Nod Krai to dealing with a Dottore corrupted Irminsul, it was significantly harder to focus on his studies. One would think that Dottore being gone would make it easier to think, but no, his mind just kept spinning back to it, replaying everything over and over.
Not to mention the fact that Dottore had figured out who he was, without the help of being connected to Irminsul. Could the other Fatui Harbingers do the same? He was trying not to be too concerned about it, but if his presence in Sumeru made it a targetβ¦
"Hey hey hey, don't space out on me." Sethos waved a hand in front of the Wanderer's face, and the Wanderer batted him away with a glare.
"Try be interesting enough to keep my attention." When Sethos' expression didn't change, the Wanderer let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what's got you so stressed. More so than usual, I mean." Sethos lightly tapped the paper on the table, "I've never seen you struggle to write something before."
The Wanderer huffed, leaning back in his chair with precisely zero intention to tell Sethos about any of his internal thoughts. Sethos, thankfully, seemed to pick up on his unwillingness to talk about it.
"Or, if you don't want to talk about itβ¦" He trailed off for a moment, clearly debating something. "I uh, I have some things in my apartment that I use to help me relax, if you wanna try them."
"β¦Are you propositioning me?" The Wanderer was pretty sure he wasn't, but still, it was fun to watch the way Sethos' expression change to one of nervous fluster.
"Wha- I- No! No, no, I just meant, like, essential oils and stuff." Sethos let out a slightly nervous laugh, "They're not always effective for everyone, but they help me relax a bit. I thought it might help you a little bit."
β¦.Essential oils, huh.
Just thinking about them made him itchy⦠but.
He was well aware of the way Sethosβ¦ liked it when he sneezed. He was more subtle about it than the Traveler, but he wasn't that subtle. Not to mention the fact that the Wanderer had been subjected to the Traveler and Sethos' scheming multiple times alreadyβ¦
But Sethos didn't have that look in his eyes that he normally did when planning to mess with Wanderer in this way. Did he truly not even consider the possibility? Then again, he was pretty sure Sethos had only ever been witness to him sneezing from pollen, elemental energy or, ugh, sympathy. He can't remember a time he's sneezed from perfume in front of Sethosβ¦
Soβ¦ did that meanβ¦
Hm.
He supposedβ¦ Sethos had been incredibly helpful during the most recent incidentβ¦ and it wasn't like the Wanderer had ever specifically thanked him for his aidβ¦
(Not to mention, Sethos had seemed plenty stressed recently too).
"β¦Fine." Wanderer grabbed his paper and roughly shoved it into the book he'd been using for references (which the Akademiya had recently started demanding he use), fully intending on returning for it later. He dutifully ignored the pleased-with-himself expression on Sethos' face as the other started yapping about some random subject or other as he started leading the way to his place, the Wanderer silently following behind him.
He'd better not regret this.
~
Sethos slid a box out from underneath his bed, and the Wanderer barely kept himself from cringing as a strong scent filled the air as soon as it opened.
He was maybe starting to regret this. Just a little.
"C'mon, sit down!" Sethos said, and the Wanderer, not wanting to draw any suspicion, quietly and obediently sat down on the floor beside him. "Now, where did I put the lavenderβ¦"
His nose itched. The scent⦠wasn't really fading. If anything, it was getting stronger even. The Wanderer could only hope his eyes weren't glowing already, he'd left his hat over in Sethos' entryway. He had nothing to hide his face with.
He was so focused on Not Showing Any Reaction that he got startled, again, when Sethos suddenly held his hand out to him.
"Jeez, you're jumpy todayβ¦" Sethos said, staring at him questionably, "β¦I guess that's just more evidence to how much you need this. Give me your wrist."
"β¦Why?" Despite asking, the Wanderer still held out his wrist to him.
"There's specific points where the oils get absorbed into the skin better-"
(Would that even work on his false puppet skin?).
Sethos let a few drops of oil fall onto the Wanderer's wrist, using his thumb to rub it into the Wanderer's skin, continuing his explanation, but the Wanderer was no longer listening.
Fuck that stuff was strong. Much stronger than he had anticipated.
His eyes were definitely glowing now. Thankfully, Sethos didn't seem to notice, moving to do the Wanderer's other wrist.
Still, the Wanderer wanted to hold out for just a little longer.
He wasn't going to just give in that easily.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his nose against his wrist- his wrist with the lavender oil already on it.
"HihhH-" The Wanderer hurridly shut off his breathing, but it was too late, Sethos' eyes had already snapped up to him.
"Oh, your eyes are- uh. Is the scent bothering you?"
The Wanderer waited until he was absolutely certain that letting out his breath wouldn't instantly trigger a sneeze before answering.
"What do you th-think?" β¦Okay. The small waver in his voice wasβ¦ managable.
Sethos, though, suddenly looked hesitant.
"Um." He started setting the bottle down. "I can get a washcloth and wash it off of you-"
"It's fine." The Wanderer answered before he could even think about it. Sethos seemed like he was caught off guard, so Wanderer hurried to add- "I'm fine."
"Are you⦠sure?" Sethos asked- and the Wanderer would've sassed him had his breath not abruptly caught.
"Hh- hiIHβ" The Wanderer pinched his nose shut, stifling a sneeze into silence. "Gghβ¦ Just- just hurry up and finish putting it o-onnHhihh- hh-hHβ"
"Uh- Okay, okay. Okay. If, if you say so." Sethos had that look to him again, and the Wanderer had to supress a smirk at the slight hint of nervousness in the other's voice. At least going through with this was actually getting him some fun results.
The Wanderer ended up stifling three more sneezes into complete silence before suddenly Sethos was shoving a pillow at him.
"Here just- muffle into this." He said, when he caught the bewildered look Wanderer gave him before he was snapping forwards with yet another silent stifle. "If you're going to⦠get worse when I add more then⦠you probably shouldn't stifle with your hands."
β¦Sethos was probably right. Keeping his hands, with the oil on his wrists, so close to his face definitely wasn't helping. And he did decide to do this to indulge Sethos specifically, so it would be best to follow along with what he wantedβ¦
Still though, it took more effort than he wanted to admit to bring his hands down and grab the pillow- an audible "Hiih'NXTtii!" slipping out as he did so.
"Cute."
The Wanderer shot Sethos a glare, before his head ducked down into the pillow with another stifle. At the very least the pillow would hide his own blushβ¦
"Hh'nXTiu!!"
Even though it didn't really seem to muffle the sound very well.
"Hm, well, I can't exactly get to your temples when you're like thatβ¦" Sethos mumbledβ¦ "I guess I should just-"
The Wanderer could hear Sethos moving, but chose not to pay attention to it, instead deciding to attempt to hold back his next sneeze.
"Hhβ¦ hih- hh-β¦ hEH-β¦ hhHβ¦"
Sethos' fingers lightly touched the back of Wanderer's neck.
The Wanderer jolted, a noise inbetween a squeak and a- a moan slipping out of him before-
"hEH'xNtiu!!!"
β¦Fuck.
He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the sneeze had been enough to distract Sethos from-
"Did you just- just moan?"
Damn it.
When the Wanderer didn't respond, Sethos hesitantly reached out to touch the symbol on the Wanderer's neck again.
Half expecting it, the Wanderer nearly bit down on his tongue trying to prevent himself from repeating the humiliating noise.
He failed.
"Holy shit, you did!" Sethos laughed- and the Wanderer briefly abandoned the idea of hiding his face in order to twist around and whack Sethos with the pillow, knocking him over. "Ahk-"
Unfortunately, doing so was enough of a distraction that-
"HehH'KShiu!!" A gust of anemo blew through Sethos' room, and the Wanderer in just the slightest bit of a panic dropped the pillow to pinch his nose shut again. "Hh'NXttii!! 'nXt- 'NTtii! β!!"
It took him a second to get ahold back on stifling silently, but when he did it- it almost seemed like his body didn't really want to stop sneezing. He snapped forwards with must've been about seven or eight more silent stifles before he felt Sethos grab hold of his arms.
"Woah woah woah, you're going to make yourself dizzy."
Not really, the Wanderer was pretty sure he'd survived worse fits than this without any of the telltale dizziness humans seemed to get. Not needing to breathe was incredibly useful on that front.
Still though, that didn't stop Sethos from trying to forcibly pull the Wanderer's hands away from his face. The Wanderer resisted for a moment, before once again remembering that he had indeed decided to do this to indulge Sethos.
He didn't resist the second time Sethos pulled- which unfortunately meant that Sethos tugged with just a little too much strength-
And the Wanderer's next stifled sneeze was muffled against Sethos' shoulder.
Which, of course, Wanderer would've found mortifying- if it weren't for the shudder that racked through Sethos' body.
Oh. Right. Okay. He could work with this.
He freed his hands from Sethos' grip, and before Sethos could process or react, the Wanderer adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the back of Sethos' clothes-
-and lightly positioning his knee in between Sethos' legs.
If he hadn't already been aware that Sethos' was aroused by what was going on, this would've confirmed it.
"Hh-h'XnTtiu!!" The Wanderer jolted forwards with another sneeze, his knee lightly nudging against Sethos and-
Oh. The sound the other made was-
(Wanderer wanted to hear it again).
He jerked forwards with another sneeze, and was rewarded with another one of those sounds-
Sethos' hand touched the back of Wanderer's neck, and the Wanderer's next hitching gasp was abruptly cut off by a moan of his own. Still though, he didn't protest as Sethos started lightly tracing the symbol on the back of his neck.
It felt⦠good. Really good.
The sounds it drew out of him were significantly more embarrassing than the sneezes though, but it wasn't like he could swallow those noises down when his nose was so i- ihh- itchy-
"hH'KShhii!!" Fuck, he was too caught up in how good he felt to stifle, a burst of anemo filling the room. Sethos paused in his tracing, and the Wanderer was silently thankful for it, as it made it so there was nothing to interrupt him from- "hHβIShKiiu!! Hh-heHH'IShiu!! hih-h- hH- haH'Kshiuu!! 'Ksh-'shh- hH'SHkii-'ksh!! hEH'KSHhiiu!!"
Sethos let out a cry, shuddering much more intensely than before, and it took the Wanderer a moment of post-sneeze fit haze to figure out that Sethos had actually came.
"β¦Tch. Pathetic." Wanderer pulled back a bit, letting go of Sethos' clothes. "Hh- 'KShiu!!"
Dammit. His nose still itched a bit. That lavender oil sure was effectiveβ¦
"Gyah?!" The Wanderer jolted with surprise as Sethos suddenly pulled him back closer to him, returning to softly tracing the back of the Wanderer's neck.
"What, did you think I wouldn't return the favour?" Sethos asked, sounding slightly breathless. The Wanderer squirmed slightly, the pleasure from before returning immediately, and Sethos let out an inquisitive noise. "Hm, I wonder what would happen if I-"
A jolt of electricity sparked against the back of the Wanderer's neck, and abruptly he was biting down on his lip hard, the markings on his body glowing brightly for a completely different reason this time.
Sethos let out a light chuckle as the glow died down.
"Guess that was effective."
"Shut up." The Wanderer was tempted to smack him on the arm, and the only reason he didn't was because- "Hh'Nxtii!!"
"Alright alright alright. We should get that oil washed off of you⦠among other things."
y'all know the red eyeliner w/anderer has... i usually subscribe to the idea that it's just permanently painted onto him but. right now i am very much enjoying the idea of it being something he puts on himself every day for one main reason only;
the concept of him sneezing so much that he's smudged his eyeliner due to how many times he's wiped sneeze induced tears away from his eyes, and later he's trying to pretend that he's fine (and totally wasn't hiding in a corner snzing earlier) but the others can tell something is wrong because his eyeliner is never messy like that...
(also uh... an asexuals first attempt at writing nsfw i guess)
"You seem stressed."
The Wanderer barely kept himself from startling as Sethos leaned over his shoulder, staring down at the paper the Wanderer was currently trying to write.
Key word being try.
With everything that had happened recently, from giving his core to Sandrone in Nod Krai to dealing with a Dottore corrupted Irminsul, it was significantly harder to focus on his studies. One would think that Dottore being gone would make it easier to think, but no, his mind just kept spinning back to it, replaying everything over and over.
Not to mention the fact that Dottore had figured out who he was, without the help of being connected to Irminsul. Could the other Fatui Harbingers do the same? He was trying not to be too concerned about it, but if his presence in Sumeru made it a targetβ¦
"Hey hey hey, don't space out on me." Sethos waved a hand in front of the Wanderer's face, and the Wanderer batted him away with a glare.
"Try be interesting enough to keep my attention." When Sethos' expression didn't change, the Wanderer let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what's got you so stressed. More so than usual, I mean." Sethos lightly tapped the paper on the table, "I've never seen you struggle to write something before."
The Wanderer huffed, leaning back in his chair with precisely zero intention to tell Sethos about any of his internal thoughts. Sethos, thankfully, seemed to pick up on his unwillingness to talk about it.
"Or, if you don't want to talk about itβ¦" He trailed off for a moment, clearly debating something. "I uh, I have some things in my apartment that I use to help me relax, if you wanna try them."
"β¦Are you propositioning me?" The Wanderer was pretty sure he wasn't, but still, it was fun to watch the way Sethos' expression change to one of nervous fluster.
"Wha- I- No! No, no, I just meant, like, essential oils and stuff." Sethos let out a slightly nervous laugh, "They're not always effective for everyone, but they help me relax a bit. I thought it might help you a little bit."
β¦.Essential oils, huh.
Just thinking about them made him itchy⦠but.
He was well aware of the way Sethosβ¦ liked it when he sneezed. He was more subtle about it than the Traveler, but he wasn't that subtle. Not to mention the fact that the Wanderer had been subjected to the Traveler and Sethos' scheming multiple times alreadyβ¦
But Sethos didn't have that look in his eyes that he normally did when planning to mess with Wanderer in this way. Did he truly not even consider the possibility? Then again, he was pretty sure Sethos had only ever been witness to him sneezing from pollen, elemental energy or, ugh, sympathy. He can't remember a time he's sneezed from perfume in front of Sethosβ¦
Soβ¦ did that meanβ¦
Hm.
He supposedβ¦ Sethos had been incredibly helpful during the most recent incidentβ¦ and it wasn't like the Wanderer had ever specifically thanked him for his aidβ¦
(Not to mention, Sethos had seemed plenty stressed recently too).
"β¦Fine." Wanderer grabbed his paper and roughly shoved it into the book he'd been using for references (which the Akademiya had recently started demanding he use), fully intending on returning for it later. He dutifully ignored the pleased-with-himself expression on Sethos' face as the other started yapping about some random subject or other as he started leading the way to his place, the Wanderer silently following behind him.
He'd better not regret this.
~
Sethos slid a box out from underneath his bed, and the Wanderer barely kept himself from cringing as a strong scent filled the air as soon as it opened.
He was maybe starting to regret this. Just a little.
"C'mon, sit down!" Sethos said, and the Wanderer, not wanting to draw any suspicion, quietly and obediently sat down on the floor beside him. "Now, where did I put the lavenderβ¦"
His nose itched. The scent⦠wasn't really fading. If anything, it was getting stronger even. The Wanderer could only hope his eyes weren't glowing already, he'd left his hat over in Sethos' entryway. He had nothing to hide his face with.
He was so focused on Not Showing Any Reaction that he got startled, again, when Sethos suddenly held his hand out to him.
"Jeez, you're jumpy todayβ¦" Sethos said, staring at him questionably, "β¦I guess that's just more evidence to how much you need this. Give me your wrist."
"β¦Why?" Despite asking, the Wanderer still held out his wrist to him.
"There's specific points where the oils get absorbed into the skin better-"
(Would that even work on his false puppet skin?).
Sethos let a few drops of oil fall onto the Wanderer's wrist, using his thumb to rub it into the Wanderer's skin, continuing his explanation, but the Wanderer was no longer listening.
Fuck that stuff was strong. Much stronger than he had anticipated.
His eyes were definitely glowing now. Thankfully, Sethos didn't seem to notice, moving to do the Wanderer's other wrist.
Still, the Wanderer wanted to hold out for just a little longer.
He wasn't going to just give in that easily.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his nose against his wrist- his wrist with the lavender oil already on it.
"HihhH-" The Wanderer hurridly shut off his breathing, but it was too late, Sethos' eyes had already snapped up to him.
"Oh, your eyes are- uh. Is the scent bothering you?"
The Wanderer waited until he was absolutely certain that letting out his breath wouldn't instantly trigger a sneeze before answering.
"What do you th-think?" β¦Okay. The small waver in his voice wasβ¦ managable.
Sethos, though, suddenly looked hesitant.
"Um." He started setting the bottle down. "I can get a washcloth and wash it off of you-"
"It's fine." The Wanderer answered before he could even think about it. Sethos seemed like he was caught off guard, so Wanderer hurried to add- "I'm fine."
"Are you⦠sure?" Sethos asked- and the Wanderer would've sassed him had his breath not abruptly caught.
"Hh- hiIHβ" The Wanderer pinched his nose shut, stifling a sneeze into silence. "Gghβ¦ Just- just hurry up and finish putting it o-onnHhihh- hh-hHβ"
"Uh- Okay, okay. Okay. If, if you say so." Sethos had that look to him again, and the Wanderer had to supress a smirk at the slight hint of nervousness in the other's voice. At least going through with this was actually getting him some fun results.
The Wanderer ended up stifling three more sneezes into complete silence before suddenly Sethos was shoving a pillow at him.
"Here just- muffle into this." He said, when he caught the bewildered look Wanderer gave him before he was snapping forwards with yet another silent stifle. "If you're going to⦠get worse when I add more then⦠you probably shouldn't stifle with your hands."
β¦Sethos was probably right. Keeping his hands, with the oil on his wrists, so close to his face definitely wasn't helping. And he did decide to do this to indulge Sethos specifically, so it would be best to follow along with what he wantedβ¦
Still though, it took more effort than he wanted to admit to bring his hands down and grab the pillow- an audible "Hiih'NXTtii!" slipping out as he did so.
"Cute."
The Wanderer shot Sethos a glare, before his head ducked down into the pillow with another stifle. At the very least the pillow would hide his own blushβ¦
"Hh'nXTiu!!"
Even though it didn't really seem to muffle the sound very well.
"Hm, well, I can't exactly get to your temples when you're like thatβ¦" Sethos mumbledβ¦ "I guess I should just-"
The Wanderer could hear Sethos moving, but chose not to pay attention to it, instead deciding to attempt to hold back his next sneeze.
"Hhβ¦ hih- hh-β¦ hEH-β¦ hhHβ¦"
Sethos' fingers lightly touched the back of Wanderer's neck.
The Wanderer jolted, a noise inbetween a squeak and a- a moan slipping out of him before-
"hEH'xNtiu!!!"
β¦Fuck.
He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the sneeze had been enough to distract Sethos from-
"Did you just- just moan?"
Damn it.
When the Wanderer didn't respond, Sethos hesitantly reached out to touch the symbol on the Wanderer's neck again.
Half expecting it, the Wanderer nearly bit down on his tongue trying to prevent himself from repeating the humiliating noise.
He failed.
"Holy shit, you did!" Sethos laughed- and the Wanderer briefly abandoned the idea of hiding his face in order to twist around and whack Sethos with the pillow, knocking him over. "Ahk-"
Unfortunately, doing so was enough of a distraction that-
"HehH'KShiu!!" A gust of anemo blew through Sethos' room, and the Wanderer in just the slightest bit of a panic dropped the pillow to pinch his nose shut again. "Hh'NXttii!! 'nXt- 'NTtii! β!!"
It took him a second to get ahold back on stifling silently, but when he did it- it almost seemed like his body didn't really want to stop sneezing. He snapped forwards with must've been about seven or eight more silent stifles before he felt Sethos grab hold of his arms.
"Woah woah woah, you're going to make yourself dizzy."
Not really, the Wanderer was pretty sure he'd survived worse fits than this without any of the telltale dizziness humans seemed to get. Not needing to breathe was incredibly useful on that front.
Still though, that didn't stop Sethos from trying to forcibly pull the Wanderer's hands away from his face. The Wanderer resisted for a moment, before once again remembering that he had indeed decided to do this to indulge Sethos.
He didn't resist the second time Sethos pulled- which unfortunately meant that Sethos tugged with just a little too much strength-
And the Wanderer's next stifled sneeze was muffled against Sethos' shoulder.
Which, of course, Wanderer would've found mortifying- if it weren't for the shudder that racked through Sethos' body.
Oh. Right. Okay. He could work with this.
He freed his hands from Sethos' grip, and before Sethos could process or react, the Wanderer adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the back of Sethos' clothes-
-and lightly positioning his knee in between Sethos' legs.
If he hadn't already been aware that Sethos' was aroused by what was going on, this would've confirmed it.
"Hh-h'XnTtiu!!" The Wanderer jolted forwards with another sneeze, his knee lightly nudging against Sethos and-
Oh. The sound the other made was-
(Wanderer wanted to hear it again).
He jerked forwards with another sneeze, and was rewarded with another one of those sounds-
Sethos' hand touched the back of Wanderer's neck, and the Wanderer's next hitching gasp was abruptly cut off by a moan of his own. Still though, he didn't protest as Sethos started lightly tracing the symbol on the back of his neck.
It felt⦠good. Really good.
The sounds it drew out of him were significantly more embarrassing than the sneezes though, but it wasn't like he could swallow those noises down when his nose was so i- ihh- itchy-
"hH'KShhii!!" Fuck, he was too caught up in how good he felt to stifle, a burst of anemo filling the room. Sethos paused in his tracing, and the Wanderer was silently thankful for it, as it made it so there was nothing to interrupt him from- "hHβIShKiiu!! Hh-heHH'IShiu!! hih-h- hH- haH'Kshiuu!! 'Ksh-'shh- hH'SHkii-'ksh!! hEH'KSHhiiu!!"
Sethos let out a cry, shuddering much more intensely than before, and it took the Wanderer a moment of post-sneeze fit haze to figure out that Sethos had actually came.
"β¦Tch. Pathetic." Wanderer pulled back a bit, letting go of Sethos' clothes. "Hh- 'KShiu!!"
Dammit. His nose still itched a bit. That lavender oil sure was effectiveβ¦
"Gyah?!" The Wanderer jolted with surprise as Sethos suddenly pulled him back closer to him, returning to softly tracing the back of the Wanderer's neck.
"What, did you think I wouldn't return the favour?" Sethos asked, sounding slightly breathless. The Wanderer squirmed slightly, the pleasure from before returning immediately, and Sethos let out an inquisitive noise. "Hm, I wonder what would happen if I-"
A jolt of electricity sparked against the back of the Wanderer's neck, and abruptly he was biting down on his lip hard, the markings on his body glowing brightly for a completely different reason this time.
Sethos let out a light chuckle as the glow died down.
"Guess that was effective."
"Shut up." The Wanderer was tempted to smack him on the arm, and the only reason he didn't was because- "Hh'Nxtii!!"
"Alright alright alright. We should get that oil washed off of you⦠among other things."
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(also uh... an asexuals first attempt at writing nsfw i guess)
"You seem stressed."
The Wanderer barely kept himself from startling as Sethos leaned over his shoulder, staring down at the paper the Wanderer was currently trying to write.
Key word being try.
With everything that had happened recently, from giving his core to Sandrone in Nod Krai to dealing with a Dottore corrupted Irminsul, it was significantly harder to focus on his studies. One would think that Dottore being gone would make it easier to think, but no, his mind just kept spinning back to it, replaying everything over and over.
Not to mention the fact that Dottore had figured out who he was, without the help of being connected to Irminsul. Could the other Fatui Harbingers do the same? He was trying not to be too concerned about it, but if his presence in Sumeru made it a targetβ¦
"Hey hey hey, don't space out on me." Sethos waved a hand in front of the Wanderer's face, and the Wanderer batted him away with a glare.
"Try be interesting enough to keep my attention." When Sethos' expression didn't change, the Wanderer let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what's got you so stressed. More so than usual, I mean." Sethos lightly tapped the paper on the table, "I've never seen you struggle to write something before."
The Wanderer huffed, leaning back in his chair with precisely zero intention to tell Sethos about any of his internal thoughts. Sethos, thankfully, seemed to pick up on his unwillingness to talk about it.
"Or, if you don't want to talk about itβ¦" He trailed off for a moment, clearly debating something. "I uh, I have some things in my apartment that I use to help me relax, if you wanna try them."
"β¦Are you propositioning me?" The Wanderer was pretty sure he wasn't, but still, it was fun to watch the way Sethos' expression change to one of nervous fluster.
"Wha- I- No! No, no, I just meant, like, essential oils and stuff." Sethos let out a slightly nervous laugh, "They're not always effective for everyone, but they help me relax a bit. I thought it might help you a little bit."
β¦.Essential oils, huh.
Just thinking about them made him itchy⦠but.
He was well aware of the way Sethosβ¦ liked it when he sneezed. He was more subtle about it than the Traveler, but he wasn't that subtle. Not to mention the fact that the Wanderer had been subjected to the Traveler and Sethos' scheming multiple times alreadyβ¦
But Sethos didn't have that look in his eyes that he normally did when planning to mess with Wanderer in this way. Did he truly not even consider the possibility? Then again, he was pretty sure Sethos had only ever been witness to him sneezing from pollen, elemental energy or, ugh, sympathy. He can't remember a time he's sneezed from perfume in front of Sethosβ¦
Soβ¦ did that meanβ¦
Hm.
He supposedβ¦ Sethos had been incredibly helpful during the most recent incidentβ¦ and it wasn't like the Wanderer had ever specifically thanked him for his aidβ¦
(Not to mention, Sethos had seemed plenty stressed recently too).
"β¦Fine." Wanderer grabbed his paper and roughly shoved it into the book he'd been using for references (which the Akademiya had recently started demanding he use), fully intending on returning for it later. He dutifully ignored the pleased-with-himself expression on Sethos' face as the other started yapping about some random subject or other as he started leading the way to his place, the Wanderer silently following behind him.
He'd better not regret this.
~
Sethos slid a box out from underneath his bed, and the Wanderer barely kept himself from cringing as a strong scent filled the air as soon as it opened.
He was maybe starting to regret this. Just a little.
"C'mon, sit down!" Sethos said, and the Wanderer, not wanting to draw any suspicion, quietly and obediently sat down on the floor beside him. "Now, where did I put the lavenderβ¦"
His nose itched. The scent⦠wasn't really fading. If anything, it was getting stronger even. The Wanderer could only hope his eyes weren't glowing already, he'd left his hat over in Sethos' entryway. He had nothing to hide his face with.
He was so focused on Not Showing Any Reaction that he got startled, again, when Sethos suddenly held his hand out to him.
"Jeez, you're jumpy todayβ¦" Sethos said, staring at him questionably, "β¦I guess that's just more evidence to how much you need this. Give me your wrist."
"β¦Why?" Despite asking, the Wanderer still held out his wrist to him.
"There's specific points where the oils get absorbed into the skin better-"
(Would that even work on his false puppet skin?).
Sethos let a few drops of oil fall onto the Wanderer's wrist, using his thumb to rub it into the Wanderer's skin, continuing his explanation, but the Wanderer was no longer listening.
Fuck that stuff was strong. Much stronger than he had anticipated.
His eyes were definitely glowing now. Thankfully, Sethos didn't seem to notice, moving to do the Wanderer's other wrist.
Still, the Wanderer wanted to hold out for just a little longer.
He wasn't going to just give in that easily.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his nose against his wrist- his wrist with the lavender oil already on it.
"HihhH-" The Wanderer hurridly shut off his breathing, but it was too late, Sethos' eyes had already snapped up to him.
"Oh, your eyes are- uh. Is the scent bothering you?"
The Wanderer waited until he was absolutely certain that letting out his breath wouldn't instantly trigger a sneeze before answering.
"What do you th-think?" β¦Okay. The small waver in his voice wasβ¦ managable.
Sethos, though, suddenly looked hesitant.
"Um." He started setting the bottle down. "I can get a washcloth and wash it off of you-"
"It's fine." The Wanderer answered before he could even think about it. Sethos seemed like he was caught off guard, so Wanderer hurried to add- "I'm fine."
"Are you⦠sure?" Sethos asked- and the Wanderer would've sassed him had his breath not abruptly caught.
"Hh- hiIHβ" The Wanderer pinched his nose shut, stifling a sneeze into silence. "Gghβ¦ Just- just hurry up and finish putting it o-onnHhihh- hh-hHβ"
"Uh- Okay, okay. Okay. If, if you say so." Sethos had that look to him again, and the Wanderer had to supress a smirk at the slight hint of nervousness in the other's voice. At least going through with this was actually getting him some fun results.
The Wanderer ended up stifling three more sneezes into complete silence before suddenly Sethos was shoving a pillow at him.
"Here just- muffle into this." He said, when he caught the bewildered look Wanderer gave him before he was snapping forwards with yet another silent stifle. "If you're going to⦠get worse when I add more then⦠you probably shouldn't stifle with your hands."
β¦Sethos was probably right. Keeping his hands, with the oil on his wrists, so close to his face definitely wasn't helping. And he did decide to do this to indulge Sethos specifically, so it would be best to follow along with what he wantedβ¦
Still though, it took more effort than he wanted to admit to bring his hands down and grab the pillow- an audible "Hiih'NXTtii!" slipping out as he did so.
"Cute."
The Wanderer shot Sethos a glare, before his head ducked down into the pillow with another stifle. At the very least the pillow would hide his own blushβ¦
"Hh'nXTiu!!"
Even though it didn't really seem to muffle the sound very well.
"Hm, well, I can't exactly get to your temples when you're like thatβ¦" Sethos mumbledβ¦ "I guess I should just-"
The Wanderer could hear Sethos moving, but chose not to pay attention to it, instead deciding to attempt to hold back his next sneeze.
"Hhβ¦ hih- hh-β¦ hEH-β¦ hhHβ¦"
Sethos' fingers lightly touched the back of Wanderer's neck.
The Wanderer jolted, a noise inbetween a squeak and a- a moan slipping out of him before-
"hEH'xNtiu!!!"
β¦Fuck.
He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the sneeze had been enough to distract Sethos from-
"Did you just- just moan?"
Damn it.
When the Wanderer didn't respond, Sethos hesitantly reached out to touch the symbol on the Wanderer's neck again.
Half expecting it, the Wanderer nearly bit down on his tongue trying to prevent himself from repeating the humiliating noise.
He failed.
"Holy shit, you did!" Sethos laughed- and the Wanderer briefly abandoned the idea of hiding his face in order to twist around and whack Sethos with the pillow, knocking him over. "Ahk-"
Unfortunately, doing so was enough of a distraction that-
"HehH'KShiu!!" A gust of anemo blew through Sethos' room, and the Wanderer in just the slightest bit of a panic dropped the pillow to pinch his nose shut again. "Hh'NXttii!! 'nXt- 'NTtii! β!!"
It took him a second to get ahold back on stifling silently, but when he did it- it almost seemed like his body didn't really want to stop sneezing. He snapped forwards with must've been about seven or eight more silent stifles before he felt Sethos grab hold of his arms.
"Woah woah woah, you're going to make yourself dizzy."
Not really, the Wanderer was pretty sure he'd survived worse fits than this without any of the telltale dizziness humans seemed to get. Not needing to breathe was incredibly useful on that front.
Still though, that didn't stop Sethos from trying to forcibly pull the Wanderer's hands away from his face. The Wanderer resisted for a moment, before once again remembering that he had indeed decided to do this to indulge Sethos.
He didn't resist the second time Sethos pulled- which unfortunately meant that Sethos tugged with just a little too much strength-
And the Wanderer's next stifled sneeze was muffled against Sethos' shoulder.
Which, of course, Wanderer would've found mortifying- if it weren't for the shudder that racked through Sethos' body.
Oh. Right. Okay. He could work with this.
He freed his hands from Sethos' grip, and before Sethos could process or react, the Wanderer adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the back of Sethos' clothes-
-and lightly positioning his knee in between Sethos' legs.
If he hadn't already been aware that Sethos' was aroused by what was going on, this would've confirmed it.
"Hh-h'XnTtiu!!" The Wanderer jolted forwards with another sneeze, his knee lightly nudging against Sethos and-
Oh. The sound the other made was-
(Wanderer wanted to hear it again).
He jerked forwards with another sneeze, and was rewarded with another one of those sounds-
Sethos' hand touched the back of Wanderer's neck, and the Wanderer's next hitching gasp was abruptly cut off by a moan of his own. Still though, he didn't protest as Sethos started lightly tracing the symbol on the back of his neck.
It felt⦠good. Really good.
The sounds it drew out of him were significantly more embarrassing than the sneezes though, but it wasn't like he could swallow those noises down when his nose was so i- ihh- itchy-
"hH'KShhii!!" Fuck, he was too caught up in how good he felt to stifle, a burst of anemo filling the room. Sethos paused in his tracing, and the Wanderer was silently thankful for it, as it made it so there was nothing to interrupt him from- "hHβIShKiiu!! Hh-heHH'IShiu!! hih-h- hH- haH'Kshiuu!! 'Ksh-'shh- hH'SHkii-'ksh!! hEH'KSHhiiu!!"
Sethos let out a cry, shuddering much more intensely than before, and it took the Wanderer a moment of post-sneeze fit haze to figure out that Sethos had actually came.
"β¦Tch. Pathetic." Wanderer pulled back a bit, letting go of Sethos' clothes. "Hh- 'KShiu!!"
Dammit. His nose still itched a bit. That lavender oil sure was effectiveβ¦
"Gyah?!" The Wanderer jolted with surprise as Sethos suddenly pulled him back closer to him, returning to softly tracing the back of the Wanderer's neck.
"What, did you think I wouldn't return the favour?" Sethos asked, sounding slightly breathless. The Wanderer squirmed slightly, the pleasure from before returning immediately, and Sethos let out an inquisitive noise. "Hm, I wonder what would happen if I-"
A jolt of electricity sparked against the back of the Wanderer's neck, and abruptly he was biting down on his lip hard, the markings on his body glowing brightly for a completely different reason this time.
Sethos let out a light chuckle as the glow died down.
"Guess that was effective."
"Shut up." The Wanderer was tempted to smack him on the arm, and the only reason he didn't was because- "Hh'Nxtii!!"
"Alright alright alright. We should get that oil washed off of you⦠among other things."
hello, I just have something to say.. omg?? the lavender oil fic?? π€€ I was shocked with the electro application on s/caras neck symbolβthat was a really clever idea
HELP yeah uh. Um. That one's been haunting my brain for a while asdhdjfkfjdnds
(also uh... an asexuals first attempt at writing nsfw i guess)
"You seem stressed."
The Wanderer barely kept himself from startling as Sethos leaned over his shoulder, staring down at the paper the Wanderer was currently trying to write.
Key word being try.
With everything that had happened recently, from giving his core to Sandrone in Nod Krai to dealing with a Dottore corrupted Irminsul, it was significantly harder to focus on his studies. One would think that Dottore being gone would make it easier to think, but no, his mind just kept spinning back to it, replaying everything over and over.
Not to mention the fact that Dottore had figured out who he was, without the help of being connected to Irminsul. Could the other Fatui Harbingers do the same? He was trying not to be too concerned about it, but if his presence in Sumeru made it a targetβ¦
"Hey hey hey, don't space out on me." Sethos waved a hand in front of the Wanderer's face, and the Wanderer batted him away with a glare.
"Try be interesting enough to keep my attention." When Sethos' expression didn't change, the Wanderer let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I want to know what's got you so stressed. More so than usual, I mean." Sethos lightly tapped the paper on the table, "I've never seen you struggle to write something before."
The Wanderer huffed, leaning back in his chair with precisely zero intention to tell Sethos about any of his internal thoughts. Sethos, thankfully, seemed to pick up on his unwillingness to talk about it.
"Or, if you don't want to talk about itβ¦" He trailed off for a moment, clearly debating something. "I uh, I have some things in my apartment that I use to help me relax, if you wanna try them."
"β¦Are you propositioning me?" The Wanderer was pretty sure he wasn't, but still, it was fun to watch the way Sethos' expression change to one of nervous fluster.
"Wha- I- No! No, no, I just meant, like, essential oils and stuff." Sethos let out a slightly nervous laugh, "They're not always effective for everyone, but they help me relax a bit. I thought it might help you a little bit."
β¦.Essential oils, huh.
Just thinking about them made him itchy⦠but.
He was well aware of the way Sethosβ¦ liked it when he sneezed. He was more subtle about it than the Traveler, but he wasn't that subtle. Not to mention the fact that the Wanderer had been subjected to the Traveler and Sethos' scheming multiple times alreadyβ¦
But Sethos didn't have that look in his eyes that he normally did when planning to mess with Wanderer in this way. Did he truly not even consider the possibility? Then again, he was pretty sure Sethos had only ever been witness to him sneezing from pollen, elemental energy or, ugh, sympathy. He can't remember a time he's sneezed from perfume in front of Sethosβ¦
Soβ¦ did that meanβ¦
Hm.
He supposedβ¦ Sethos had been incredibly helpful during the most recent incidentβ¦ and it wasn't like the Wanderer had ever specifically thanked him for his aidβ¦
(Not to mention, Sethos had seemed plenty stressed recently too).
"β¦Fine." Wanderer grabbed his paper and roughly shoved it into the book he'd been using for references (which the Akademiya had recently started demanding he use), fully intending on returning for it later. He dutifully ignored the pleased-with-himself expression on Sethos' face as the other started yapping about some random subject or other as he started leading the way to his place, the Wanderer silently following behind him.
He'd better not regret this.
~
Sethos slid a box out from underneath his bed, and the Wanderer barely kept himself from cringing as a strong scent filled the air as soon as it opened.
He was maybe starting to regret this. Just a little.
"C'mon, sit down!" Sethos said, and the Wanderer, not wanting to draw any suspicion, quietly and obediently sat down on the floor beside him. "Now, where did I put the lavenderβ¦"
His nose itched. The scent⦠wasn't really fading. If anything, it was getting stronger even. The Wanderer could only hope his eyes weren't glowing already, he'd left his hat over in Sethos' entryway. He had nothing to hide his face with.
He was so focused on Not Showing Any Reaction that he got startled, again, when Sethos suddenly held his hand out to him.
"Jeez, you're jumpy todayβ¦" Sethos said, staring at him questionably, "β¦I guess that's just more evidence to how much you need this. Give me your wrist."
"β¦Why?" Despite asking, the Wanderer still held out his wrist to him.
"There's specific points where the oils get absorbed into the skin better-"
(Would that even work on his false puppet skin?).
Sethos let a few drops of oil fall onto the Wanderer's wrist, using his thumb to rub it into the Wanderer's skin, continuing his explanation, but the Wanderer was no longer listening.
Fuck that stuff was strong. Much stronger than he had anticipated.
His eyes were definitely glowing now. Thankfully, Sethos didn't seem to notice, moving to do the Wanderer's other wrist.
Still, the Wanderer wanted to hold out for just a little longer.
He wasn't going to just give in that easily.
And yet, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his nose against his wrist- his wrist with the lavender oil already on it.
"HihhH-" The Wanderer hurridly shut off his breathing, but it was too late, Sethos' eyes had already snapped up to him.
"Oh, your eyes are- uh. Is the scent bothering you?"
The Wanderer waited until he was absolutely certain that letting out his breath wouldn't instantly trigger a sneeze before answering.
"What do you th-think?" β¦Okay. The small waver in his voice wasβ¦ managable.
Sethos, though, suddenly looked hesitant.
"Um." He started setting the bottle down. "I can get a washcloth and wash it off of you-"
"It's fine." The Wanderer answered before he could even think about it. Sethos seemed like he was caught off guard, so Wanderer hurried to add- "I'm fine."
"Are you⦠sure?" Sethos asked- and the Wanderer would've sassed him had his breath not abruptly caught.
"Hh- hiIHβ" The Wanderer pinched his nose shut, stifling a sneeze into silence. "Gghβ¦ Just- just hurry up and finish putting it o-onnHhihh- hh-hHβ"
"Uh- Okay, okay. Okay. If, if you say so." Sethos had that look to him again, and the Wanderer had to supress a smirk at the slight hint of nervousness in the other's voice. At least going through with this was actually getting him some fun results.
The Wanderer ended up stifling three more sneezes into complete silence before suddenly Sethos was shoving a pillow at him.
"Here just- muffle into this." He said, when he caught the bewildered look Wanderer gave him before he was snapping forwards with yet another silent stifle. "If you're going to⦠get worse when I add more then⦠you probably shouldn't stifle with your hands."
β¦Sethos was probably right. Keeping his hands, with the oil on his wrists, so close to his face definitely wasn't helping. And he did decide to do this to indulge Sethos specifically, so it would be best to follow along with what he wantedβ¦
Still though, it took more effort than he wanted to admit to bring his hands down and grab the pillow- an audible "Hiih'NXTtii!" slipping out as he did so.
"Cute."
The Wanderer shot Sethos a glare, before his head ducked down into the pillow with another stifle. At the very least the pillow would hide his own blushβ¦
"Hh'nXTiu!!"
Even though it didn't really seem to muffle the sound very well.
"Hm, well, I can't exactly get to your temples when you're like thatβ¦" Sethos mumbledβ¦ "I guess I should just-"
The Wanderer could hear Sethos moving, but chose not to pay attention to it, instead deciding to attempt to hold back his next sneeze.
"Hhβ¦ hih- hh-β¦ hEH-β¦ hhHβ¦"
Sethos' fingers lightly touched the back of Wanderer's neck.
The Wanderer jolted, a noise inbetween a squeak and a- a moan slipping out of him before-
"hEH'xNtiu!!!"
β¦Fuck.
He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that the sneeze had been enough to distract Sethos from-
"Did you just- just moan?"
Damn it.
When the Wanderer didn't respond, Sethos hesitantly reached out to touch the symbol on the Wanderer's neck again.
Half expecting it, the Wanderer nearly bit down on his tongue trying to prevent himself from repeating the humiliating noise.
He failed.
"Holy shit, you did!" Sethos laughed- and the Wanderer briefly abandoned the idea of hiding his face in order to twist around and whack Sethos with the pillow, knocking him over. "Ahk-"
Unfortunately, doing so was enough of a distraction that-
"HehH'KShiu!!" A gust of anemo blew through Sethos' room, and the Wanderer in just the slightest bit of a panic dropped the pillow to pinch his nose shut again. "Hh'NXttii!! 'nXt- 'NTtii! β!!"
It took him a second to get ahold back on stifling silently, but when he did it- it almost seemed like his body didn't really want to stop sneezing. He snapped forwards with must've been about seven or eight more silent stifles before he felt Sethos grab hold of his arms.
"Woah woah woah, you're going to make yourself dizzy."
Not really, the Wanderer was pretty sure he'd survived worse fits than this without any of the telltale dizziness humans seemed to get. Not needing to breathe was incredibly useful on that front.
Still though, that didn't stop Sethos from trying to forcibly pull the Wanderer's hands away from his face. The Wanderer resisted for a moment, before once again remembering that he had indeed decided to do this to indulge Sethos.
He didn't resist the second time Sethos pulled- which unfortunately meant that Sethos tugged with just a little too much strength-
And the Wanderer's next stifled sneeze was muffled against Sethos' shoulder.
Which, of course, Wanderer would've found mortifying- if it weren't for the shudder that racked through Sethos' body.
Oh. Right. Okay. He could work with this.
He freed his hands from Sethos' grip, and before Sethos could process or react, the Wanderer adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the back of Sethos' clothes-
-and lightly positioning his knee in between Sethos' legs.
If he hadn't already been aware that Sethos' was aroused by what was going on, this would've confirmed it.
"Hh-h'XnTtiu!!" The Wanderer jolted forwards with another sneeze, his knee lightly nudging against Sethos and-
Oh. The sound the other made was-
(Wanderer wanted to hear it again).
He jerked forwards with another sneeze, and was rewarded with another one of those sounds-
Sethos' hand touched the back of Wanderer's neck, and the Wanderer's next hitching gasp was abruptly cut off by a moan of his own. Still though, he didn't protest as Sethos started lightly tracing the symbol on the back of his neck.
It felt⦠good. Really good.
The sounds it drew out of him were significantly more embarrassing than the sneezes though, but it wasn't like he could swallow those noises down when his nose was so i- ihh- itchy-
"hH'KShhii!!" Fuck, he was too caught up in how good he felt to stifle, a burst of anemo filling the room. Sethos paused in his tracing, and the Wanderer was silently thankful for it, as it made it so there was nothing to interrupt him from- "hHβIShKiiu!! Hh-heHH'IShiu!! hih-h- hH- haH'Kshiuu!! 'Ksh-'shh- hH'SHkii-'ksh!! hEH'KSHhiiu!!"
Sethos let out a cry, shuddering much more intensely than before, and it took the Wanderer a moment of post-sneeze fit haze to figure out that Sethos had actually came.
"β¦Tch. Pathetic." Wanderer pulled back a bit, letting go of Sethos' clothes. "Hh- 'KShiu!!"
Dammit. His nose still itched a bit. That lavender oil sure was effectiveβ¦
"Gyah?!" The Wanderer jolted with surprise as Sethos suddenly pulled him back closer to him, returning to softly tracing the back of the Wanderer's neck.
"What, did you think I wouldn't return the favour?" Sethos asked, sounding slightly breathless. The Wanderer squirmed slightly, the pleasure from before returning immediately, and Sethos let out an inquisitive noise. "Hm, I wonder what would happen if I-"
A jolt of electricity sparked against the back of the Wanderer's neck, and abruptly he was biting down on his lip hard, the markings on his body glowing brightly for a completely different reason this time.
Sethos let out a light chuckle as the glow died down.
"Guess that was effective."
"Shut up." The Wanderer was tempted to smack him on the arm, and the only reason he didn't was because- "Hh'Nxtii!!"
"Alright alright alright. We should get that oil washed off of you⦠among other things."
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L/ohen wanting to hypnotise himself into being allergic to cat is such a good idea though.
I imagine him and V/enti in that cat tavern, V/enti snzing his head off then surely L/ohen doesnt takes long to start snzing too and it annoying V/enti a bit
V/enti : ho youhH- you're allergic to cat now ?.
L/ohen : seems like it, why ? Is it bothering you ?~ i cant help it
I might have gone a little crazy. a quick allergy fic, done in one sitting, posted before I chicken out. Behold, my writing. K/aeya being a little shit and A/ether determined to prove him wrong.
(I imagine this to be pretty early game, hence why Aeth is never called Honorary Knight)
Minors dni, do not reblog to non-kink blogs!!
An Exercise In Foolery
"Hh- 'hd'ISCHhh-!"
Kaeya eyed him critically as they sat together beneath the great tree, then smiled again, that same cocksure smile that put Aether off as much as it drew him to him. That sense of something hidden, something beneath, something more Aether wanted to uncover. It was a game both of them were playing, and he knew it- but that made it only more of a thrill.
Besides... maybe he just liked the Calvary Captain. Liked what was real between the lies. Even if the lies sent him on wild chases for imaginary treasure- it kept life interesting.
Aether wasn't sure how much he liked Kaeya right now, though.
"Oho, seems our glimmering little Traveler is feeling a little itchy~ that's what now, three? Four?" That smirk. It was aggravating.
He glared at him, then watched his own gaze turn hazy, whatever itch plaguing him teasing him now, just like Kaeya. He sniffled, rubbing, and for whatever reason that seemed to make it worse- but that at least meant he chhould- could clear iIHH--
"Ah- ahDTJSHhh... hdhh... hH?- adTJSHIH-!!"
"Goodness," the cursed captain crooned. "That was a rough one."
Aether's glare was rendered less biting by the itchy tears in his eyes. He rubbed at them, and Kaeya tsked, gently pushing his wrist back down.
"Now, now, that'll just make it worse. I would ask what's causing you such trouble, but I'm certain I already know." He glanced down at Aether's other hand, and the traveler followed his gaze, finding the small collection of windwheel asters he was holding. He'd been in the middle of a commission for them when he'd spotted Kaeya beneath the tree at Windrise, opting to sit and rest with him for a bit, not wanting to miss the opportunity... but the flowers being the cause of this? He scoffed, and Kaeya's brows raised. "Oh? You're not allergic to them, then?"
Sure, maybe he sometimes got a little itchy when he stopped to watch them- he loved these flowers. The way they idly turned with the wind... but that didn't mean he was allergic, did it? It was just a human thing that happened sometimes.
Which in itself was contradictory, given he wasn't human... but whatever the goddess that stole his sister had done to him, to his power, seemed to have rendered him human enough for a sneeze on occasion. That still didn't mean he was allergic, because just human enough or not, he didn't have those. He couldn't be allergic to the flora of this planet, it just wasn't feasible. He couldn't exactly explain that, though, so he just huffed, shaking his head. No.
"Are you sure? You do still look rather tickly."
Sometimes Aether hated him. He felt his nostrils flare, rubbing at his nose with distaste. Stars above... "...hh.. h- hhHH..?"
Oh.
"snf- hhah-- hhADHT- mmnhff..."
Oh, this had to be some sort of torture.
"Hmm," Kaeya hummed, sympathetic. He watched the blonde scrub at his nose like a child, almost trying to paw it off his face, and couldn't help but chuckle. Hitch. Hitch- gasp-! Nothing. It was making his own nose tickle. "Good grief, here- why not try one of those flowers you're so certainly not allergic to, Traveler?"
Aether side-eyed him, then hitched, gearing up... for nothing. He whined softly and decided he had nothing to lose, he just- he had. He had to sneeze. At this point he even wanted to sneeze! He couldn't think for the itch, just removing an aster from the bunch, slowly bringing it to his nose. One of the pretty orange petals brushed beneath it, and-
"hhAH-! haDTSH-!! ahDTJSHhh-'TTSH!! 'TDSHOO!!!" Oh, gods, as the locals might say- what a relief. Aether groaned, slumping back against the tree, sniffling thickly. Oh, he hated this part... Kaeya held out a handkerchief, and he accepted it, blowing his nose, rubbing at it through the cloth.
"So," the other said, too smug for Aether's liking. "Shall we revisit my-" He was cut off by the traveler's glare, and laughed in disbelief. "What? Traveler, surely you can't still think you aren't allergic to the asters?"
He stubbornly shook his head.
"I didn't know our dear little visitor was a fool! What more evidence do you need??"
Aether rolled his eyes, which annoyingly still itched. It probably wasn't the flower that had finally made him sneeze. The contact against the tickly appendage had been enough to tip him over the edge, that was all! This hadn't proved anything, and he didn't have to worry about any reaction to these beloved flowers.
Kaeya couldn't believe the lengths of his stupidity. He'd have to make note of this. "Look," he said, some sincerity finding its way into his words. "As amusing as it is to watch you be your own undoing, I must insist that you very much are allergic to the windwheel asters, and should set them aside for now before this gets worse for you."
A shake of the head.
"Traveler."
Glare.
"Goodness, what do I have to do! Shove one up your nose to prove my point?"
Actually... that was a thought. Aether looked down at the asters. If he could sniff these and not sneeze, then it would be his point proven instead! He could have something to finally hold over Kaeya's head, and get the man off his back about his silly idea. The captain in question seemed to realize where his thought process was going, opening his mouth to try and warn him off it, but Aether was lifting the little bouquet long before then. He stuck his nose right into the center of it, taking a long, deep sniff.
Aether had never felt anything like this before- this all-consuming, burning itch that just made him want to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze. He gasped, completely overtaken by this, head snapping down once, twice, three times more- right back into the flowers, which only made him do it again- again! He felt the sensation of Kaeya taking the flowers from his hands, but couldn't do much in the way of reacting, because-
"KTSZH!! Hh- H'kttssh-'ktsh-'tsczh-"
"Trav-"
"AkTCHOO!!"
"Oh, dear." He was being pulled to his feet now, led to.. he had no idea, he couldn't very well see. Away, probably. Where he'd wanted to sneeze before, now he just wanted to stop. But no matter how often he sneezed, it just tickled, and burned-- maybe if he-
Kaeya, leading him to the little creek, glanced down at him as he pinched his nose shut. "No, no, wait--"
"NGT-! Knnxt- ngxt- nxGNT--"
"Traveler!" Oh, his hand was being pulled away from his face. Good, because Aether found that hadn't helped at all, it just pushed the tickling farther up, where it made things rapid and useless and ohh fuck he needed to-
"ahDTJSHhh- 'dtjshh- tdshh-tsh-tch-tch-hhAH-!! Nksh-ksh-ktch-kTCHOO!! Hh... hh-? Hahhh..." Kaeya sat him down by the sound of running water, supporting him for the final, grating "AhDTJSHhhOOOO!!!!"
That finally seemed to scratch at the horrible itching sensation, and Aether groaned, just complying as Kaeya directed him to wash his face. He was panting, stunned by the intensity, slumping against him as he recovered his ability to breathe. Never before had he felt anything like that, and he hoped he never would again. Kaeya nudged him to blow his nose, so he did, finally deciding maybe it was a good idea to listen to him.
"Well!" Kaeya said, once it seemed he'd recovered enough to prove the sneezing wouldn't start up again. "Do you believe me now, dear Traveler? Not only are you allergic to them, you're very allergic. I haven't seen anything like that since Master Diluc's incident last Windblume." Aether whined softly, and Kaeya sighed, gently patting his head. He didn't mind the blonde leaning into him for support after all that.
"...fine," Aether whispered hoarsely. "You were right."
"Oh, I do love those words."
The traveler elbowed him, and Kaeya snickered. Yet another win for him- he was quite enjoying this little game.
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i genuinely cannot take it ever since youtube got rid of the most recent option and all that now whenever i try to find recent hickink stuff like 99% of the search results is crypto/ai/weird ad shit and stuff im going to start. killing or something. like LOOK at what i have to deal with instead of what i actually searched its not even RELATED TO THIS.
okay OKAY im. im going to be brave and im going to share my l/ohen hickink thoughts. im going to be brave im so brave-
does he like the sensation of having the hiccups? probably. they're likely a lil bit painful to him and he likes that cause he's a freak.
does he like getting the hiccups randomly in public?? absolutely not. unless he chose to do it on purpose but that wouldn't be random then would it?
kinda repeating that last point more clearly: he's fine when it happens in private or when he's done it on purpose, when it happens randomly its different.
holding his breath works as a cure 90% of the time, and that's normally what he does when he gets the hiccups when he doesn't want them.
the 10% of the time that it doesn't work? Well... he starts off annoyed but that slowly starts to mix into being kind of embarrassed about it
does not like being offered cures by other people, he's not going to do a handstand for someone else's amusement thank you very much (he's a hypocrite in this sense, he would make someone else do weird ass cures just to mess with them)
had a case of the hiccups interfere with a solo mission ONCE and he refuses to let anyone know that ever happened. "l/ohen why is this mission report missing like half of your usual details" "wouldn't you like to know weatherboy"
in relation to that last point he definitely struggles with keeping his hiccups quiet. they're just really... forceful for him specifically, so it's hard. that being said he has trained to be better at it than before. how did he train you ask? trying to hide it from the other knights. it now works a solid 40% of the time instead of 0% of the time.
pretends he's unfazed even when he can't get rid of a case because he doesn't want people to know when certain things bother him. once he gets past annoyed and starts hitting embarrassed though the tips of his ears start turning red-
he canonically just eats chili peppers raw as a snack which is fucking crazy. so clearly he has a good spice tolerance BUT. i like to imagine him trying to create like. spicy gum for a prank or something. and going a lil too hard on the spicy and ending up giving himself the hiccups while testing it.
um um um. so this was actually partially a snz hc that i was just too embarrassed to say but. i think about him like.. getting the hiccups when he sneezes just a lil too much. especially if he's been stifling a lot. yeah.
