Fandom sneeze fics

A Tender Moment in the Shadows

This was requested by Heather_Husband!

The Hidden Sound Village cloaked in shadows and mystery and was home to the enigmatic Sannin, Orochimaru. Within one of its numerous secretive hideouts, a stark contrast of innocence bloomed amidst the darkness. Sena Hyuga, the five-year-old daughter of Orochimaru, brought a rare light to the otherwise sinister ambiance. Her ghostly pale complexion and shoulder-length lilac hair, coupled with her bright slit golden eyes, made her a striking figure, a delicate blossom in a garden of shadows of the Hidden Sound.

Today, the dimly lit hideout was filled with a peculiar sense of normalcy. Orochimaru and Sena sat at a rough-hewn wooden table, sharing a simple lunch. The juxtaposition of Orochimaru’s serpentine aura and Sena’s childlike innocence was stark, yet somehow harmonious. The table was laden with bowls of rice, pickled vegetables, and grilled fish, their subtle aromas mingling in the cool underground air.

Sena, her small hands grasping chopsticks with the determined precision of a child learning to master a skill, focused intently on her meal. Each movement she made was accompanied by a delicate grace, a testament to her Hyuga lineage. Her father watched her with a rare, almost imperceptible softness in his serpentine eyes. For all his dark ambitions and twisted experiments, in this moment, Orochimaru was simply a father sharing a meal with his daughter.

As Sena reached for a piece of pickled ginger, her chopsticks nudged a small dish of ground pepper, sending a light dusting into the air. The tiny particles floated like specks of dust in a sunbeam, almost beautiful in their unpredictability. One such particle found its way to Sena’s nose, setting off an involuntary reaction.

Sena’s breath hitched—a soft, kitten-like sound that broke the silence. Her small body tensed, her eyes widening as the sensation overtook her. She looked to her father, her expression a mix of surprise and discomfort, her nostrils flaring slightly. Orochimaru, ever observant, noticed the change immediately. A faint, amused smile played on his lips as he watched his daughter struggle with the impending sneeze.

“Ah... ah...” Sena’s breath continued to hitch, each intake more desperate than the last. Her tiny frame shuddered with effort, her lilac hair shimmering in the dim light as she tried to hold back. Orochimaru’s eyes twinkled with a rare amusement, his dark, serpentine nature softened in this singularly domestic moment.

Finally, the sneeze came—an explosive, yet delicate “Achoo!” That seemed almost too loud for her petite form. The sound echoed briefly through the underground chamber before fading into the stillness. Sena sniffled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked up at her father.“Bless you,” Orochimaru said, his voice smooth and surprisingly gentle. There was a warmth in his eyes that few had ever seen, a fleeting glimpse of the man behind the legend.

Sena, blinking away the remnants of her sneeze, gave him a shy smile.“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied, her voice as soft and sweet as a summer breeze. She wiped her nose with a small handkerchief, a gift from her father, embroidered with a delicate serpent motif. Orochimaru’s heart, though hardened by years of darkness, felt a rare pang of affection as he watched his daughter. The meal continued in relative silence, broken only by the occasional clink of chopsticks against bowls. Sena, now more cautious, avoided the pepper dish entirely.

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