#snz drabble challenge

[shion-yu]

Shion's Masterpost

Hello! I go by Shion. 27/she/EST. I love whump and have a particular fondness for illness, fevers and caretaking. Below you will find links to my OCs and many of their stories in mostly-chronological order. I use the tag #Shionwrites for writing (and occasional art). Feel free to message me on discord! @yu.ba.to

9/18/24 Update: I have reached the maximum number of links in a Tumblr post, so find my 100% complete OC writing masterpost, please refer to my google document here! Most stories including drabbles are also included in the Challenge Masterposts at the bottom.

My Writing/Select Masterpost

INTRO to my Modern OCs - Al & Theo, Cliff & Elliot, Ryo & Alex & Shu (Tumblr post with piccrew and Toyhouse links inside)

MODERN STORIES in (mostly) chronological order. If you're new here, I've **starred my favorites to start with :)

Mononucleosis (young Shu, Mathias)

Stay with me | Headaches | Oxygen Deprivation | Under Anesthesia (Al/Theo, separate undated pre-transplant sickfics, acute with chronic illness, coughing, fluff or angst)

“Who decided soup is sick people food?” | Medication Bribery (Al/Theo, Theo's gallbladder)

Exhaustion (Alex, Shu, flu, father son relationship)

**Not Your Fault Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (Alex and Shu, Ryo, headcold, fever, father son relationship)

**Ice Cream for Dinner (Alex and Shu, chicken pox, fluff)

Running out of time | False Alarm (Al/Theo, Cliff, pre-lung transplant talk)

**Hold Him While You Can (Cliff/Elliot, flu, Cliff's first time sick together, caretaking, high fever)

**A Safe Place Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Cliff/Elliot, high fever, coughing, emeto, pneumonia, hospital)

**Passing Out (Alex, sick Shu, fever, coughing, snz, contagion, working through the cold)

Sirens | Nausea | Overindulgence (high school Ryo and Alex stories of them being clueless teens and shitty caretakers to each other/Shu)

Appendicitis (Ryo, Alex, Shu, Ryo as sickie while performing) 

Popsicle (Al/Theo, stomach flu, fluff)

I Still Think Of You (Cliff/Elliot, getting back together)

“Great, I got a cold for my birthday.” (Alex, Shu parental fluff)

Head Injury | Broken Bones | Squeeze My Hand (Shu, Alex, Julian, domestic abuse)

Ears Ringing (Cliff/Elliot, delirium, feeding tube, hospital, ft. Shu)

Brain Fog | Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Cliff/Elliot, Alex, Shu being parental to Cliff, pneumonia, sick while partner is away)

High fever | Resisting treatment (Ryo/Alex, grumpy sick Alex, Shu, fluff)

**Turning Page (Cliff's coma saga) parts 1-8: Fever | Flatline | Coma | Coma (#2) | Not breathing | Extended hospital stay| From the brink of death | "I'm so sorry" (Cliff/Elliot, severe illness, coma, delirium, opportunistic infection, hospital, angst)

Dizziness/Vertigo | My body is one big ache (Cliff, Elliot, early marriage/post-coma stories)

Doctor Turned Patient | Unresponsive (Ryo/Alex, Ryo's graduation, flu, fluff)

Cabin Pressure (Ryo/Alex ft. Nathan, sick while traveling/flying, fever, rival caretaker)

Wait for Tomorrow | Hospital Bed (alt) (Cliff/Elliot, Al, hospital, parental angst, pre-transplant)

Rogue Organ (Cliff/Elliot as parents)

SICK LOVE AU: "You Look a Little Pale" | Lying | Isolation | Seizure (Shu/Julian, medical abuse, gaslighting, rated M. The only series on here that approaches the “kink” category.)

FANTASY - REY (Toyhouse link)

Kidnapping | Experimentation | Sacrifice | Too Exhausted to Keep Running (Rey backstory, kidnapping, torture, child abuse and death, experimentation, escape, infection)

Flashback | Medieval Treatment | Forced Feeding | Hypnosis (Rey/Clerval stories during Rey's recovery, starvation, catatonia, trauma, platonic love)

Interrogation | "The Easy Way or the Hard Way" (Rey/Felix, undated incidents including lighthearted kidnapping, banter)

**Bedside vigils | “You’ve been very sick” (Rey/Felix, 2 part story, fever, magical exhaustion)

**Out of the Woods Part 1 | Part 2 (Rey/Felix, fever, fainting, caretaking)

Field Medicine (Rey/Felix, giving self stitches)

An Honor and a Privilege (Rey/Felix, kidnapping, stabbing, fever, hallucinations, poisoning with convulsions)

Toxin/Poison (Rey/Felix, more random shenanigans, budding relationship)

FANFICTION, LISTS, MISC. 

Taco Fiesta 2.0 (Cliff/Jack, food poisoning, overeating)

Hold Me Tight (RW&RB fanfic, sick Henry, colds, sneezing)

Saint Valentine's Day (Gift work with snz OCs)

Challenge Masterposts: Ai-less Whumptober 2023 | Hurt Comfort Bingo | Bad Things Happen Bingo | Nov(emeto)ber 2023 | Medwhump May 2024 | Sicktember 2024

My AO3 account: shion_yu

My favorite OCs by other people!

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Drabble Challenge by @inconvenient-sneezes

Prompt Number Two: Weeds (769 words)

Tags: female, allergies (pollen), self-induced, masturbation (cis female)

please be kind bc this is the single most explicit thing I've ever written and I'm still blushing like anything

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The front door slammed shut on a thousand chattering voices as her well-meaning friends and family left the quiet country house that would grow into Elsie’s new home

Silence rang in her ears and she leaned against the wall in a heady rush.

There were stacks of boxes arranged haphazardly around the place, boxes of books, of kitchen utensils, of linen and towels and blankets, all seeming the glow in the late afternoon sun.

This place was hers and only hers.

Short, sharp breaths accompanied the giddy smile and she couldn’t help herself, squealing as she spun in the narrow entranceway, light, summer dress flowing around her.

She really should begin putting the place in order, Elsie knew that, but she had been impatiently waiting for her chance to christen her home since she’d first wandered out into the back garden.

Green hedges rose high, bordering the overgrown lawn and lovingly planted ornamental flowers that were creeping out of their beds like wild creatures in the night.

But the real draw to the country cottage had been the weeds.

The air was still and lazy about her as she lay down among the grasses. The disturbance flung pollen in the air and she hitched slightly, sly smile already spreading on her lips as she reached up to gently pluck her instrument of choice.

A long, thin trail of amaranth fell from her fingers, hovering over her twitching nose in a manner reminiscent of a Roman goddess holding grapes aloft.

She had no intentions to rush, one hand tracing her skin, her sundress flipped up across her chest and fingers dipping lower and lower with every pass. The other hand brought the feathery flower closer and closer until small specks of pollen collected across her nose like freckles.

Her hands shook slightly as she drew her fingers across her panties, toying with the lacy edge. The soft yellow dripped beneath her nose and she gasped, nostrils widening as she breathed in the allergen.

hheh…eHH..hehh-ehSHIEWW

The sneeze made her fingers jump and she moaned around her next sneeze, feeling the wetness between her legs begin to grow. She wasn’t ready for direct stimulation, wanted this first time to last, and so she forced her lingering hand north, kneading at her breasts with an almost savage pressure to alleviate her self-induced denial.

heh-ehh-hheh-eHH… she hitched endlessly, the tickle strong enough for play, to tempt her and torture her, but also to leave her frustrated and trembling at the mercy of a flower.

She knew what she needed and reached down, tugging at her panties and moaning slightly as the fresh breeze brushed against her shining cunt.

Elsie dropped the amaranth on her chest, barely taking the time to admire the way it nestled between her breasts, and plucked a second flower, one which had been working its way inside her all day.

The effect was immediate.

hehH-SSSHIEWW ehp-SHiueww hHEH-SHIEWW

She sneezed viciously, her nose and cunt responding in kind. Her left hand worked furiously, spurred on by the spraying mess that fell cool against her hot skin, with no thought of taking her time now. Her fingers flew across her clit and she moaned as she dipped inside herself to collect more juices to smear around the sensitive nub.

Her nose didn’t let up and her hands jerked with every sneeze, helpless agony, the sudden motion beautiful in every way. Heat coiled deep in her stomach and she gasped, abandoning the flower in favour of more pressure, more touch, more sensation where her body demanded it, massaging her breasts, scratching up her thighs, and finally, finally, thrusting deep between her folds.

She turned her head to the side, groaning and spraying into the grassy lawn, the small blades pinpricks against her nostrils, teary eyes squeezed shut against all sense except touch and Elsie gasped, reaching for air and the final ascension and…

Her orgasm overtook her, cunt clenching around her fingers as she moaned, heedless of the mess running across her lip.

The long shadows crept over her as she lay still, sweat cooling on her skin as she savoured the final throes of pleasure.

A stray sneeze escaped her and she sighed happily, cunt twitching with an automatic, exhausted kind of interest.

She reached out and wiped her hands on the grass, smiling dreamily as she sat up. Her sundress fell down across her hips and she fumbled for her panties, not bothering to put them back on.

She had half a mind to christen every room in her new house.

And there was, after all, plenty of pollen at hand.

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Fair to say I saw a photo of amaranth and immediately had a vision so here have a stolen picture if you've never seen it before.

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The Anthology of Sick

The master list of what I've written! Recently I've been better about tagging things I write relatively uniformly, but I'm going to hunt back through and collect everything here so you don't have to!

Just a reminder/disclaimer. I write sick/snz fic, and nothing is really more than PG13. Fics written for the Sicktember 2022 challenge are denoted by a (S22) and their appropriate prompt number/day. You can also find them under the hashtag #sicktember 2022 on my page.

Fanfiction

All Creatures Great and Small (2020)

Stretched Thin (S22 #12)

After taking on the brunt of the work at the practice while Siegfried and Tristan are away, is it any wonder all the stress causes James Heriot to fall ill? Still, there’s no rest for him, not when a difficult bovine birth case needs his attention.

Like a Well-Oiled Machine (S22 #21)

While working in the clinic by himself, Tristan has an oversight that leads to some painful consequences. James is not impressed, to say the least. (not snz)

Black Sails

I Will Care for You

Thomas has a migraine. James is unused to the role of caretaker, but for Thomas, he will learn anything. (not snz)

Inland (S22 #6)

Slight pre-canon AU setting. Thomas takes James for a weekend holiday to the countryside. The cold James brings with him doesn’t prove nearly as disastrous as he had feared.

Landfall

Captain Flint returns to Nassau richer, but also wetter, sicker, and a bit more injured than when he left. Miranda puts up with him. (Pre-show, and relatively spoiler-free)

The Lord and the Lieutenant

London, 1705. James feels sick. Thomas feels some feelings toward him. Some tenderness between two friends who'd like to be a bit more than that.

Warmth

A long, cold-ridden day for James is brightened by the unexpected visit his lover pays him.

Don Quixote

Hour of Need (S22 #19)

A hero’s hero suffers a hero’s cold. Sancho Panza just suffers. (All apologies to Miguel Cervantes)

Horatio Hornblower

Building Trust

Early in his time on the Indefatigable, wet nights spent in the rigging catch up to Horatio, who tries to hide his illness. Archie notices and offers friendship (and a handkerchief).

Relief (S22 #15)

Sunburns and colds are a painful mix, no matter how soft your handkerchief is. Archie tries his best to help.

Shore Leave (Part 1, 2, 3)

Shore leave for our two heroes is dampened by the rain, Horatio's illness, and the unavailability of lodging. Archie tries his best to alleviate at least one of these sufferings.

The Man from Uncle (2015)

Lazy (S22 #18)

The combined forces of Napoleon and Gaby just might be strong enough to force Illya to take a sick day when he really needs one. 

Merlin

A little Merlin ditty

(Ficlet) Arthur has a bit of a cold. Merlin notices, and of course fusses a bit.

Stop and Go (S22 #24)

On the road back to Camelot, Arthur gets sick. (CW emeto mentions, not snz)

Night Fever (S22 #23)

Merlin can’t use his magic to heal Arthur, but perhaps his company is just as potent of a cure. (not snz)

Ted Lasso

Didn’t Feel That One Coming (S22 #5)

Jamie is fighting a cold; Roy is fighting his inclination to care about that fact.

Painkillers (S22 #2)

Roy is annoyed when Jamie asks him for painkillers. Annoyed. That feeling in his chest is definitely not concern, not a chance. (not snz)  

Three Musketeers

BBC Musketeers Drabble

The Inseparables are a bit worse for wear. Aramis is sick, Porthos is hurt, and Athos just wants them to shut up.

Care and Keeping (S22 #1)

D’Artagnan knows he’s meant to be caring for Aramis, but he doesn’t exactly know what such caring entails. Constance isn’t pleased when he pleads ignorance.

Ensconced

The fic where Porthos gets into the most contagious bedding known to man in order to comfort his flu-ridden brother.

Fearing the Unknown (S22 #28)

Ever since his head injury, Aramis suffers from chronic migraines. This is one more area in which D’Artagnan must expand his knowledge if he wants to be part of the Inseparables' brotherhood. (not snz)

The Handkerchief(s) of Aramis

D’Artagnan asks his friends to accompany him to London. Aramis agrees, but warns even his vast supply of handkerchiefs won’t be enough to get him through the damp weather. He proves correct.

A Helping Hand (S22 Alt. Prompt 2)

Aramis has a bad cough, and needs to apply the 17th century version of VapoRub. The problem is, he doesn’t have an uninjured hand with which to do so. But he does have a Porthos.

In Which the Character (and Handkerchief) of D’Artagnan is Put to the Test (S22 #13)

Inspired by: “No, you can’t fight a duel with a hay-fever like that.” But when the duelist in question is D’Artagnan, he’ll find a way through all the sneezing. 

Keeping Vigil (S22 #14)

With his three brothers all sporting various injuries and in need of care themselves, Aramis ignores his own health as he tends to them. D’Artagnan is less than pleased to find this out, but can he do anything about it?

A Little Help from My Friend 

Aramis has a cold and some terribly stuck sneezes. Porthos has a feather, a kink, and an idea.

Midnight Mass (S22 #29)

After spending weeks abed and terribly ill, Aramis swears he is well enough for one little Mass. His brothers aren't so sure.

An Off Day (S22 #20)

When the best shot in the regiment is having a bit of an off-day, Porthos gets to the bottom of what’s troubling him. (not snz)

Perfumed Peril

His lover's perfume is giving Aramis a bit of trouble...

Recitations

Aramis is too sick to visit his mistress for the night, but not too sick to visit Athos (who would much rather be drinking alone, thank you very much). Aramis puts Athos's self control to the test when he recites some of the poetry he was supposed to share that night with his lady friend.

Room Service (S22 #16)

Aramis checks up on Porthos after the man faints during his first day of training. Porthos gets the chance to return the favor when Aramis falls ill. 

Routine Intervention

Still new to the Musketeers and unsure of his place, D'Artagnan does not know what to make of it when Aramis, grumpy from his cold, and Athos, grumpy from his wine, get in a fight at the tavern over the latter's drinking habits.

Survivor’s Guilt (S22 #27)

In the wake of the massacre at Savoy, Aramis’s obsession with medicine and health adversely affects his own.

The Torment of D’Artagnan (S22 #10)

On the road, Aramis could really use a handkerchief, and D’Artagnan could really use a course in anger management.

An Unconventional Tryst

In which Aramis suffers the consequences of foolish lovemaking.

Under Control (S22 #4)

Athos swears his drinking is under control. Aramis finds evidence to the contrary. (not snz)

Weighed Down (S22 #17)

Aramis faints on a hot day. (not snz)

Yuri On Ice

Preparation

Yuuri has a competition. Victor is sick but insists he is well enough to coach. Tensions escalate as Yuuri feels increasingly that this isn't true.

On Video (Ficlet)

Away from his husband, Yuuri facetimes Victor, only to find the man has caught his cold. Victor isn't too upset.

Yuri on Ice Ficlet

Victor shows up to practice sick. Yurio and Yakov tell him off, each in their own way.

Taking Flight (Part 1, 2)

Already running late and terribly sick, Victor has a terrible travel day.

Germophobia

Yuuri's nightmares come true when Victor gets sick. He does his best to keep his head as well as show his husband the care he deserves.

Original Fiction

A Rainy Day's Work

Vague 17th/18th c. A highwayman, his lover, and a cold. Inspired by the folk song, "Whiskey in the Jar".

Fisherman's Friend

Late 19th c. A merchant fisherman finds himself with a cold while working the North Sea. Help comes from an unexpected source.

Time Sensitive (Ficlet)

Set during that vague era of ports of call and tall ships. A lad home from sea has the perfect present for his lover, who has the fetish.

OCs

Anatoly: Vague 20th c. A young country doctor and those who populate his practice. Ft. his tenuous relationship with a stray tabby cat named Mashka.

In vaguely chronological order:

Old Time’s Sake (S22 #9)

University student Anatoly is home from school when he catches a cold, and his mother’s folk remedies clash greatly with his modern, medical sensibilities. 

Things Unsaid, Things Undone (S22 #2)

Homesickness isn’t the only sickness Anatoly has to deal with on the train from his home to his new village. Still, his medical knowledge leaves him helpless to treat either.

A Welcome Sight 

The story of how Anatoly came to his countryside practice and found a cat along the way. Of course, he’s a bit under the weather for the whole excursion.

House Calls

Anatoly catches the cold that’s been going around his patients, which may present a few issues when it comes to administering his doctorly care.

Don’t Make Me Come Down There (S22 #8)

Sick with a lingering sinus infection, Anatoly gives his mother a call. She tries her best to coddle him from afar.

Finally Warm (S22 Alternate #3)

Usually the bringer of open windows and chills to Anatoly’s home, Mashka finally brings him something a bit more welcome when he is ill with the flu.

Not Alone (S22 #22)

When Anatoly comes down with a bad case of flu, he feels ashamed to call for help when he needs it. Dr. Rosenbaum tries to cure him of both his ills and his foolishness. 

Jonathan and Sarah: 1750s. Jonathan Lindsay, a member of Parliament, has entered a marriage with Sarah Lindsay, an asexual woman of a wealthy merchant background, to divert suspicion of his sexuality. They care for each other deeply as friends and know what the other does and doesn't want in a marriage.

Unspoken (Part 1, 2)

Jonathan is coming down with a cold, but still wants to care for his wife. Sarah wishes he'd care a bit more for himself, though, especially as he readies himself for a visit from his father.

Suffering in Silence (S22 #26)

Perhaps Jonathan Lindsay should not have gone into Parliament with a brewing cold; in any case, he is here now, and he will not interrupt the proceedings by coughing.

A Bit of Sun (S22 #30)

Jonathan and Sarah have opposing ideas of the best place to be when recovering from a cold. They make it work.

Lady Madeleine and Jeanne: F/F, France, 15th c.

Admittance (S22 #7)

Lady Madeleine pines after her chambermaid, and she may be able to leverage the slight cold she contracts while her husband is away to her benefit in this regard. 

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Drabble Challenge by @inconvenient-sneezes

Prompt Number One: Distant (443 words)

Tags: male, allergies (dogs), implied mess

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Callum blinked blearily in the sunlight, allergic tears smearing his vision.

“I’m so sorry,” twittered Haley, dragging him back towards the car. “I didn’t realize it was a dog park.”

He’d lasted twenty minutes, long enough to wander down the hill and unpack their picnic. The food had drawn the curiosity of several dogs who had bounded over in an instant, seemingly appearing from nowhere, kicking up dust and fur which flew around them.

Now the car might as well have been on Mars for how distant it felt to Callum as they made their escape.

“Yeah, fine,” he said, desperately wanting to scratch at his eyes, his throat, his nose – oh, fuck, his nose. “Look, whatever, just get me out of here.”

“You’ll forgive me?”

Callum couldn’t focus on her feelings of remorse, not when an itch was building, the histamines in his bloodstream racing to swell his nasal vessels and capture the dander flying in the air. He couldn’t even stave it off, not able to even touch his nose for fear of setting it off.

He stumbled over the field, drawing up his wrist and pressing it firmly against his nostrils. They squelched thickly and he offered up a plea to the universe to just wait twenty short steps.

“Haley,” he warned, his voice beginning to catch. “I’m not gonna mak.. ahH-H”

“Nearly there,” she promised, and it didn’t matter if she was right, didn’t matter if he believed her, Callum knew that ‘nearly’ simply wasn't enough.

He’d thought those first hitches were only a concession, but he quickly realized they were a war tactic, a turning of the tide in a battle he was doomed to lose.

“Hehp.. heAH..”

There was no thought of the dander that his hands were covered in; he clamped a fist over his nose, holding it together, holding it off, ignoring the seeping mess that spilled into his palm in favor of preventing his sneezes at all costs.

“Hahp’ishxt”

The floodgates opened and Callum knew it was over as Haley bundled him into the car. He doubled over immediately, the burning itch that plagued him taking over, as he sneezed into his hands again and again and again.

Faintly he heard a click and the roar of a car engine and felt a warm, solid hand rubbing circles across his back as he rid his body of the invading forces.

The harsh sneezes ripped from his lungs became sporadic, almost lazy as they made their way home.

“Your nose calming down?” Haley asked, one hand on the wheel and both eyes on the road.

He groaned in response.

“Fuck me, but I’m going to need a shower.”