#elf just overthinks and over studies

[plasticbabyart]

Stealth Elf and Spyro are both insomniacs and wont tell the other that they are

[newtabfics]

"Good For You"

needy bottom astarion x fem wood-elf ranger tav

Summary: Astarion has been feeling particularly needy and it's left him in a state. Good thing Tav is too good to him.

Triggers: Masturbation. Handjob. Lots of praising and gentleness cuz I was feeling a kinda way.

Word Count: >1500

He groaned softly, panting as he tried to focus his mind. His hips stuttered as he stroked himself almost feverishly. "Mmmffuck," He whispered, licking his lips. Astarion had no idea what had happened. Perhaps it was just because he was all over the place mentally and unable to come to terms with everything. He needed space to get comfortable with himself again, but, gods above, it did not change how he felt.

She made him want for the first time. He didn't need to overthink it with her. He didn't need to put on a show. Gods above, Tav made him stay there in that moment that night. He couldn't stop thinking about it.

His hips pumped upward into his fist as he thought of how beautiful she looked under him. Her pale cheeks were flushed as she shyly hid into his neck. The sweet way she kissed the side of his neck unmarred by Cazador. Her hand tangled into his hair as she whimpered her little nickname for him. Her heels dug into his lower back as she clenched tight around him. Her legs locked so tight he could barely pull out of her and–

Astarion grunted in frustration as he glared at the ceiling of his tent. He couldn't quite get there. Nothing could compare to how beautiful she was beneath him, how she felt.

"Astarion?" Her sweet voice trilled in.

His cock twitched and he quickly pulled the blanket over his legs in an attempt to make himself decent. "Y-Yes? What is it?"

Tav's head popped into his tent, her gentle smile vanishing as she saw his flushed face. "You alright?" She asked worriedly.

"Mmhm!" He hummed quickly, eyes darting to study her nervously. "Yes. I'm fine. Quite fine, actually!"

She frowned, her green eyes pursing a slight as she came into the tent. "You sure? You kinda…darted in here. It has been a minute since I've given you blood. Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

"Ahh... It's alright." He stuttered, trying to get her focus off of his worried demeanor. "I'm fine, really! Everything is alright." He chuckled before he tightened the blanket around his body a bit more.

"No need to worry." He assured.

Tav frowned as she studied him before coming closer to him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He gulped, watching her every movement closely, his ears perked. "Ah-" He cleared his throat.

"What are you doing?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you just... staring?" He asked cautiously.

She sat close to him. His body practically radiated heat with how frantically his heart was thudding.

"Talk to me," She said firmly, frowning. "Why are you so weird right now?"

His brows furrowed as he tried to think quickly. "Uh..." His mind reeled as he came up with the lamest excuse that was so pitiful he inwardly winced. "I'm tired?" He suggested. "Yes. That's it. I'm... simply tired. Nothing more to it." He sighed, trying to put on a smile.

"Pretty jittery for someone tired," She said, crossing her arms. 

She could see right through him. Of course she could see right through him. She was good at that.

Tav could read him like a book half the time.

He gulped slightly, shifting in his spot. He pulled his blanket tighter around him.

"Hey, you're the one that's making me feel nervous here! Stop staring at me, Tav." He grumbled, pouting.

It was a quick, but failed, attempt to get her off his back. He never called her by her name unless there was something wrong. It was a habit of his.

"Astarion, are you really okay?" She sighed finally, meeting his eyes. "You know we...we're partners so you can always talk to me."

"...I-uh." He stuttered, his face growing redder and redder. "I..."

He looked away, shaking his head quickly. "It's nothing..." He looked back at her. "I swear."

"You…swear?" She asked, squinting at him.

Astarion nodded nervously, heart thudding. 

Oh, how he loathed that this was the woman he fell in love with so desperately as she gripped the blanket and ripped it away suddenly.

"Tav!" He yelped, quickly pulling it back to hide himself as her eyes widened. His face was beet red as she blushed herself and cleared her throat. 

Shame and guilt shot through him like ice as his cock throbbed with need. "What? Will you mock me now?"

"What?" She asked in shock, gaping at his defensiveness. "Astarion, why in the Hells would I mock you for jerking off?"

He stuttered before finally saying, "Because…reasons."

Tav watched him for a long while before smiling and kissing his forehead. "Just tell me next time instead of trying to hide it," She whispered against his skin. "I'll leave you be but Gods above, Astarion, please don't feel shame when you get aroused."

He scowled and leaned into her touch as he pulled the blanket tighter around him. "You're…not angry?"

"I'm not. Honestly, it's kind of a relief to know you're trying to enjoy yourself a bit," She confessed. "Do you need water or anything of the sort?"

He stared at her, cheeks ruddy with his want. "I need you but…"

Tav smiled and moved a bit closer. "May I touch you then?"

His throat tightened before he nodded. He let out a shuddering sigh as her lips pressed against his cheek gently.

"W-What are you…?" He trailed off as she slid behind him. Her lips pressed carefully against his shoulder as she lightly rubbed his waist with one hand, the other grazing along his inner thigh.

His breath caught as he licked his lips, feeling his cock throbbing again. "Darling…" He muttered, watching her hands touching him.

She hushed him sweetly as her nails lightly grazed over his flesh, tickling his inner thigh. "Just relax, love," She said gently as her lips pressed against his neck.

Astarion shuddered at that as she touched him carefully. Her fingers lightly grazed over his cock. She gripped lightly, the tip of her finger rubbing at his leaking tip.

His choked moan came in a raspy wheeze as he writhed in her hold. He rested his head against her shoulder as she carefully adjusted her legs. She was keeping him open, feet planted between his knees and holding his legs apart.

"Oh fucking hells, Tav," He whimpered as she kissed the side of his neck.

"That's it, Starlight," She whispered against his skin and hushed him gently. "Just feel good. I just want you to feel good, okay?"

Astarion nodded frantically as she gripped his length, stroking slowly. Her free hand rested over his chest. It was like she was trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest as she pumped her hand slowly.

The vampire whimpered and moaned, bucking his hips a slight. He bit his lip and whined. "Darling, please," He begged. "The…The gel."

Tav nodded and gently reached to the vial beside his bed. There was only a little bit left as she bit off the cork and poured it over his length. 

She held him close when he jerked from the cold liquid suddenly touched him. His breath hitching brought a sense of pride to her as she began to stroke him with the gel lathering his length.

"That's it," She whispered into his ear as she kept a steady rhythm. "Just feel good, Starlight."

Astarion let out a hoarse moan as he panted and bucked his hips. He was losing himself in her hand!

"Fu-Fuck," he whined before turning his head and kissing her.

Tav hummed as she kissed him deeply. She swallowed his moan as she cracked her eye open. A smirk played over her lips when his cock twitched in her palm until he finally reached that glorious peak.

She kissed him gently as he murmured curses and shot load after load over her knuckles. Instead of slowing, she moved faster.

"O-Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He panted weakly, hips twitched as another climax began to build. "Shit, Darling. Fuck, wait. Too much. Too much. Gonna…o-oh gods above," He grunted as he began to pour out another load.

She kept that up, making him sweat and pant. She just stroked and brought him over the edge until he had to wordlessly tap her hand for mercy.

Tav carefully pulled her hand away and kissed his head, nuzzling his neck. "Better?" She whispered, afraid of startling him.

Astarion nodded, shaking still. His nose twitched as he looked to her. "You…enjoyed that?" He asked hoarsely.

She nodded. "Making you feel good is what I like most," She admitted.

He let out a soft breath of a laugh, gulping thickly. "You drive me mad, Darling."

"Isn't that good?" She chuckled, nuzzling him before carefully helping him clean up.

"Tav, you made me come twice from fucking your hand," He panted out, falling back into the bedroll helplessly as she washed her hand with the cloth she used to clean him. "Fucking hells…You drive me insane."

She smiled and adjusted, kissing his forehead. "Is that your way of begging for me to stop?"

He almost glared at her at that. "Don't you dare."

[halfmoonheart]

20 Questions, Writing edition

Again stolen from @elf-trash :3

How many works do you have on AO3? Six right now! Hopefully going to get to work on number 7 soon!!

What's your total AO3 word count? 37,167

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Hit my Soul Like a Ten Piece Brass Band - 52 Always Down To Try New Things - 45 Get Used To It - 32 Can't Stay Buried - 18 Canines - 6

What fandoms do you write for? Cyberpunk 2077 has my ass in a fucking chokehold rn. I have written Dragon Age stuff and will likely return to it. I have some ideas for other fandoms bopping around but nothing really concrete, we'll see what the future holds! Oh and I have some Saiyuki and Hellboy fics but those will never see the light of day lmfao

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yeah absolutely. It's a community baby!! I love getting comments and I love replying to them!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh i dunno, I dont really write angsty endings, I like my angst to be resolved. I'd maybe like to rewrite "Get Used To It"'s ending cause I kinda rushed through it and that would be a fun one to end on an angsty note.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Maaaaan I love happy endings. Maybe "Always Down"? Its pretty sugary.

Do you get hate on fics? I have before, it fuckin sucks. Like, put me off writing and posting for years.

Do you write smut? Yeah I sure do! I love it.

Do you write crossovers? I don't but I'm totally not opposed to it!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, hopefully none of my stuff has been scraped.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet but I would love if someone wanted to!! :3

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope, but I would be happy to do so!! I loooooved RP growing up and I feel like it would kind of scratch that itch!!

What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh gosh i dunno. SilverV hit me so directly in the soul that I don't think I'll ever recover. I love OC/Canon ships, they are so fun. Deep down, I think my OC/Abe Sapien ship is my OTP.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? It's this thing called Warmonger (Hellboy fic), i've been writing it for literally almost 20 years, and I love it so dearly but its probably never getting finished. It doesn't really know what it wants to be. But it's cool cause I have every single draft, you can really see my improvements over the years!!

What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at nailing down characters, or at least knowing when I'm getting a bit OOC. I also feel like I do a great job writing internal thought processes!

What are your writing weaknesses? I second-guess and overthink too much. I have a lot of baggage around mean things that have been said to me and I let it get in the way of enjoying myself.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? Do it, I love it!!!! I don't need to understand everything! That ambiguity can be really effective!

First fandom you wrote for? ATLA baybee!!! I loveeee!! <3

Favourite fic you've ever written? Warmonger again. Its just so hard-coded into my heart, I can't not love it. Of the ones I have published? Hit my Soul Like a Ten Piece Brass Band. It's the perfect mix of character study, angst, and sex. :3

No-pressure tagging @glitchinginthegarden @samuraifics @midnight-coffee94 <3 <3

[roanniom]

Issa’s Fanfiction Masterlist

Welcome to my humble rebloggable masterlist. I’m not going to kid you, it’s mainly smut. So if you’re down with that, I think you’ll like it here.

Characters I currently write for:

Eddie Munson [ST]

Steve Harrington [ST]

Below the cut you will find my fics sorted by character.

Requests are currently CLOSED but will be opened/closed periodically and noted here. Always accepting thots and rants (especially spicy) in my asks.

*Note: all reader insert fics herein are Fem!Reader unless explicitly stated as otherwise. Aside from the distinction, I do my best to refrain from including any specific descriptors in an effort to remain inclusive! 

*= Contains NSFW content (lol everything practically)

Eddie Munson 

Show Me *  Elements: Best Friend!Eddie Munson, reader experiences firsts

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

The Record of You * Elements: Friends to strangers to lovers

Make You Feel Good * Elements: Comfort after a long day

Attention * Elements: Hellfire turns you on

Distracted * Elements: Movie night, friends to lovers

The Good and the Bad * Elements: Eddie and the resident good girl 

Feels Good * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Seven Minutes in Heaven  Elements: Seven minutes in heaven at a party 

- Part 1 - Part 2 *

Sensitive * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Softness * Elements: Soft!Eddie

Studying * Elements: Library sex

Finally * Elements: Sensitive/Soft!Eddie 

Let Me *  Elements: Eddie edges you relentlessly and then just has you cockwarm him till you beg nicely for what you want. 

Animals * Elements: Camping sex

Overthinking * Elements: Virgin!Eddie and first blow job

Vixen * Elements: Inexperienced!Eddie, lingerie  

Easily * Elements: Hand job, semi-public sex

The Voice on the Lake * Elements: Siren!Reader

Bad for the Holidays * Elements: First holiday with your family

Unconscious Thoughts * Elements: Male!Reader, mutual masturbation 

More Sensitivity * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie, knee worship(?), blow job

Not a Creature Was Stirring *  Elements: Holiday fic, phone sex

Morning, My Love * Elements: Somnophilia / morning sex

Critical Hit * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, fingering

A Study in Touch * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson / Sensitive!Eddie Munson 

Horn Dog Elements: Teasing Eddie 

Above and Below * Elements: 69

You Sure, Princess? * Elements: Teddy!Eddie Munson, slapping kink

Teddy’s Got You * Elements: Dry humping, stuffed animal humping

Notes and Verses Elements: music professor!Eddie Munson, English professor!reader, friends to lovers

- Part 1

Is That a Serious Question? * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, first blow job

The Tune Up * Elements: Mechanic!Eddie

Eddie Munson Headcannons and Blurbs Surprising * - Soft!Eddie HCs Needy * - Touch Starved!Eddie HCs Eddie learns to cook for you  Going grocery shopping with Eddie  Dressing up as a slutty elf princess for Eddie * Eddie cuts the crusts off your sandwiches Eddie needs you to know every thought in his head Virgin!Eddie with shy-non-virgin!reader *  Lil domestic thots with Eddie * Waking up after your first time together * Teasing Eddie through his first time * You’re desperate to cum * Dressing up as bride of Frankenstein on Halloween Watching horror movies so you can feel Eddie up * Inexperienced!Eddie has no idea how big his cock is * Getting messy with mechanic!Eddie  Pillow fight with Eddie * Eddie figures out your voice kink * Eddie uses his safe word * Eddie calls your chest milk jugs * How Eddie treats you when you get over being sick * Dancing with Eddie in the kitchen  Pegging Eddie *  Kissing Eddie’s forearm because you’re so fucked out during sex *  Biting Eddie’s tummy *  Fucking Eddie after he hotwires his van * Riding Eddie’s thigh *  Riding Eddie’s face *  Eddie handcuffs you to the bed * Eddie loves consent * Eddie loves to jumpscare you Eddie leaves you valentines around the house Eddie keeps his hand in your back pocket Teddy is hot *

Steve Harrington 

The Shift * Elements: Enemies to lovers

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

You’re Good, Steve * Elements: New love

Being Good * Elements: Drunk sex / mutual masturbation

Late Night Swim * Elements: Co-workers to lovers, semi-public sex

Steve Chest Hair-rington * Elements: Sensitive!Steve, chest worship(?)

Stevie, Baby * Elements: Christmas fic, strip tease

The Apartment * Elements: Soft!Steve Harrington

Reflections *  Elements: Best friends to lovers, mirror sex

One on One *  Elements: King!Steve Harrington

Honey *  Elements: Sex with plus size!reader

Boarding School AU Elements: enemies to lovers

- Who is Boarding School!Steve Harrington  - Meeting Steve - Running into Steve after hours

Steve Harrington Headcannons and Blurbs Getting his hair pulled *  You discover Steve’s pregnancy / breeding kink *  Accidental perv!Steve Harrington Steve will fix things around your place unprompted Steve thinks you’re a goddess at Halloween Steve takes prepping for the holidays very seriously Steve saves you from family drama Steve and his thick fingers * Steve is sensitive to sounds * King!Steve fucking you at a party * King!Steve charms his project partner * Modern!Steve kisses you at Whole Foods Subby Steve *  Steve sucking on your strap on * “I love you” sex with Steve *

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson)

In Here, Loser * Elements: threesome, blow job

Pumpkins and a Nerd Posse Elements: friends to lovers, competition

Come and Help * Elements: threesome, spit roasting

Smoke  Elements: hooking up high, friends to lovers 

- Part 1 *

Sweets * Elements: Football Player!Steddie, Chubby Cheerleader!Reader

Steddie Headcannons and Blurbs Steddie talks about you like you’re not there while fucking *

Adam Sackler

Over Your Shoulder*

- Part 1* - Part 2*

Not How Gift Giving Works

Room in the Kingdom

Worth It*

Ego*

Still Life

Sweet*

Lie About It*

Accountable *

Winning *

First Date *

Bad *

Clyde Logan

Hello Darlin’ Series

First Conversation Jitters 

Deserving * 

Choices*

Out of Trouble*

Craving*

Flip Zimmerman

Survival Skills*

Impatience*

Tease*

Warmth*

Stupid Little Day in February*

Visuals *

Charlie Barber

Caring for Charlie *

Pressure*

Tomorrow is Not Tonight*

Freebie*

Dinner Party*

Freezing *

Extracurricular*

Push *

Insatiable *

Public Relations *

Valentine *

Up Your Alley * 

Lesson Planning *

Sloppy *

Paterson

Paterson’s Favorite Things*

Warming Your Kitchen*

Three Stops Five Regulars and You

Whisper in the Dark*

Hit’s the Spot*

Phillip Altman

Phillip and Miss Perfect 

- Part 1* - Part 2* - Part 3*

Please what?*

Finishing Up *

Part 1 Part 2

Rick Smolan

Wander On

Waiting*

Off-piste

- Part 1 - Part 2*

Kylo Ren

Get You Off *

Center of the Universe *

- Part 1 - Part 2 

| ADCU HCs |

How Clyde Comforts You* Paterson used to work in tech (AU?) Edging Sackler because it is fun* You & Charlie help Dan relax (tags collab with @millenialcatlady​ )* How you might dom Kylo Ren * Charlie loves to impress you*

Poe Dameron

The Night That Follows *

Morning *

Back *

Commander *

My posts on AO3

Thanks for reading <3

[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

[itsbenedict]

Two-Faced Jewel: Session 2

Zero and @eternalfarnham are Looseleaf and Saelhen du Fishercrown, a mothfolk animist and a half-elf conwoman. A botched heist forces Saelhen to keep up her fake identity and embark on a quest to places unknown, with Looseleaf to keep a watchful compound eye on her. This time, they prepare to set out for the jungle city of Thunderbrush.

[Campaign log]

It's less than a week after the incident with the pit under Yoshimimoto Plaza. Looseleaf returns to school with Saelhen in tow, and Looseleaf's roommate Oyobi spends some time training them up in basic monster self-defense- the two of them are now level 2! Saelhen gains a Cunning Action, and Looseleaf embarks on the Path of the Mutable Spirit. (There's no combat this session, so more on that later.)

In spending some time with Looseleaf's roommate, Saelhen picks up on... certain nuances.

looseleaf: what you know about your roommate is that she is very friendly and outgoing. the reason she's barely home most of the time is that she's always out partying or fighting or otherwise living it up on campus, and she's pretty well-known and popular amongst the student body. she's technically Martial Arts but takes a few Natural Arts classes, including your archaeology class. she wants to be an adventurer and join the Deathseekers' Guild, and she's taking multiple periods of Severe Zoology to learn to fight monsters. she thinks you in particular are adorable and has probably invited you to various social gatherings. she seems kind of spacey and unreliable, though, and doesn't seem to take you seriously.

saelhen, what you know about looseleaf's roommate is that she a freak nobody else seems to pick up on this, since there's not a lot of other elves at Blacksky, but you can tell from the way she wears her clothes and how she interacts with strangers to the uninformed observer, her fashion sense is sort of rugged and sporty and normal to an elf, her usual outfits are the equivalent of going around dressed in torn booty shorts, a spiked choker, and an ahegao t-shirt she is very obviously making a statement, and that statement is "i can do whatever i want, and if you have a problem with that you can [insert grossly offensive euphemism here]" her super-smiley friendly attitude is clearly part of this- she is breaking every single rule in the elf book, going right for the friendship throat in every social interaction and ignoring every single nicety that's supposed to precede friendly contact she acts a little different around you- like, she expects you to be in on the joke she's playing on everyone around her. she'll say something seemingly innocuous that's a actually a horrendous boundary violation in Kanzentokai, and then look at you with an expectant smile, to see if you appreciated the hilarious prank she just pulled. being around her is like being in the studio audience for a cringe comedy sitcom

Why are we learning so much about Oyobi? Well, partially because I can't help but overthink every single bit character, but also for reasons that'll become clear shortly.

After a few days, Saelhen and Looseleaf are invited to the Provost's office, up at the top of Blacksky Tower. (Ominous sort of place, for a faculty building- hewn out of a single chunk of sparkling black stone, oldest building on campus.) They are not invited to sit- the office contains no chairs.

Provost Hamori Los has good news for them! The people she's had secretly monitoring Saelhen for the past few days- did she forget to mention that?- have determined, by triangulation, that the arrow on Saelhen's bracer is currently pointing in the direction of Thunderbrush, deep in the giant-spider-infested jungle. So that where they'll be going, on a fun field trip!

Looseleaf could not be happier about this. Or less happy. She's really got precisely the amount of unhappiness that she's obligated to feel about giant spiders, being a giant moth.

Luckily, they won't have to trek through the jungle- Hamori has arranged for transportation via the ferry at the town of Cauterdale, which should allow them to bypass a treacherous trek into the depths of the Remoline Rainforest. They'll each be provided 100gp as funding for this academic enterprise- and Headmaster Goodcrest of Thunderbrush Metropolitan University has agreed to provide lodging for them on arrival. Everything is handled for them- so there shouldn't be any problems!

There is one more thing, though- all the different schools want in on this trip, so one school doesn't get all the credit. They're required to bring along a representative from the School of Arcane Arts and the School of Martial Arts, on top of Looseleaf from Natural Arts. And on top of... the representative from the School of Restricted Arts.

This dude is named Vayen, and he's not much for conversation. Or explaining what he's even doing here. Or doing anything besides skulking a careful distance away from the party, staring and listening. What does the School of Restricted Arts even study, again?

Anyway, Looseleaf has someone in mind from Martial Arts, so she leads the party to the School of Arcane Arts to do some recruiting! After being chewed out by Two-Brains for trying to post notices outside the official student notice board, she puts up her ad:

It's not long before she gets a bite!

Orluthe Chokorov is a cleric-in-training, under Diamode, the Goddess of Family. He's been enrolled in Arcane Arts at the insistence of his family... but he seems to think he's a "fake", and is desperate to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it means he passes his classes without having to actually... be able to do whatever it is he's taking classes in. He says he can fight, though- in fact, he's eager to fight! He once beat Bud Chestplate, did you know?

There are perhaps less delinquent candidates they could go with, but there's something nice about a party member with secrets Saelhen could use as blackmail.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...rest assured that I shall be the soul of discretion. As will Looseleaf." "Though I fear that deception of this sort does not come easily to me..." Looseleaf: "Noeru, if he doesn't want to get into it, he doesn't have to- oh my god."

Having recruited Orluthe, the party heads back to Looseleaf's dorm to ask Oyobi about the Martial Arts students- maybe she has some idea as to who would make a good candidate for the trip!

(This isn't me foisting her on the players, though I did suggest it- after the party of two squishies got wiped in the first encounter, I offered them the chance to put together two NPCs who they'd get to control in combat. Their character sheets were more or less created by the players, and I matched their mechanical requirements to NPCs. We may end up having multiple characters per PC, later- this is sort of a trial run.)

With a cleric(?) and a ranger on the team, plus whatever Vayen is that he won't tell them, they're feeling ready to hit the road- right after a shopping trip.

Saelhen buys...

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings

1x traveler's clothes

1x hooded lantern

15x doses of insect repellent salve (much to Looseleaf's great offense)

2x uses of sealing wax

1x tinderbox

fuck it, 4x more bags of 1000 ball bearings

Zero: 'what are you going to do with five thousand ball bearings' 'when the time comes, i'll know'

Looseleaf buys...

1x pint of oil

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings also

5x healer's kits, to distribute to the party

1x pouch of various plant seeds

1x map

Notably absent is any food, since they have Oyobi in their party- she's a ranger with the Goodberry spell. (I've reflavored it to just mean she's good at foraging and always has rations on hand, because holy crap, Goodberry rules-as-written is totally worldbreaking- why would farms exist?)

During their shopping trip, Saelhen manages to get Oyobi alone, without the rest of the party. Oyobi's shtick has been fun, for her, as someone with very little regard for elven rules of politeness, but... it's still a little much. She asks Oyobi to tone it down.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, I thought you had to no-sell it to keep up the fake noble act- I didn't think it was actually getting you!" "That's priceless, oh my god." "What's there to take a 'break' from, anyway? What's wrong with just living?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Primarily, the fact that I really need not to twitch in front of the Provost's silent murder goon." Saelhen jerks a thumb over her shoulder, then belatedly checks to make sure that Vayen is not in fact literally right behind her. Benedict I. (GM): Make a Perception roll? Saelhen du Fishercrown: aw, hell, he definitely is, isn't he

She rolls a 13, and no one in particular rolls a 17. So, everything is fine. They keep their voices down, anyway.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, is it really a problem? Can you really not keep a straight face?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I mean, I can." Saelhen sweeps a hand over her face and is the picture of serenity. "Why should the lady Noeru de la Surplus concern herself with small lapses such as these?" "Surely someone shall find it in their hearts to forgive all trespasses." Oyobi Yamatake: She snorts. "Okay, I get your point." "But really, don't you think it's weirder for an elven noblewoman not to react?" "You don't think he thinks it's suspicious that you take it all in stride?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The character is admittedly kind of a freak. I'm making allowances. I mean, this is fun and all, but if no one sees through the bit at all and I'm stuck in it long-term, which it seems like I am, it's like..." "Just being back in Kanzentokai, except worse, because no one is making me." "And drow catch a lot of crap anyway. They don't need me to teach them that elves can be assholes." Oyobi Yamatake: She frowns. "You can't make me try to keep up with the rules, y'know. I'm not going to put up with that garbage ever again." "But I can tone it down with the..." "Y'know, the stuff I'm going out of my way to do, if that helps." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The wink-and-nudge, yeah. That would help." Oyobi Yamatake: She sighs. She seems a little put out by all this, but pretty quickly puts her happy face back on.

Meanwhile, Looseleaf and Orluthe seem to have lost track of Vayen. It doesn't take them long to find out where he went (well, after Looseleaf rolls a nat 1 on investigation and accidentally pisses off an old lady she mistook for Vayen). Turns out... he's hiding behind a statue of Ccorde, spying on Saelhen and Oyobi.

Looseleaf doesn't buy his crappy excuses, but also... she isn't altogether opposed to the concept of spying on "Lady Noeru de la Surplus", who really ought to have someone keeping an eye on her. So, she just hands him a medical kit- a kit she happens to have used her animist class feature Soul Link on, so she knows where it is at all times. (She's done the same to the bracer.)

Now, with the shopping done, it's time to hit the road! They have a couple options: go on foot, or requisition some giraffes.

(In this world, they domesticated giraffes instead of horses. Why? Because it's a fantasy world and why not?)

The city's main giraffe rental is run by the Ecumene of Understanding, based out of the Temple of Andra. You can rent giraffes for free, as long as you're willing to serve as a courier for the Ecumene- their convoluted legal system requires them to send mail between cities frequently, and they've only got so many clerics on hand. So, anyone wanting to travel the roads can receive a delivery quest from the Ecumene, and rent mounts for free in exchange!

They meet with the Bishop of Understanding of Oyashio, Sarat Aerens.

Aerens has a simple request for them: in addition to visiting Thunderbrush's Temple of Andra with a mail delivery, they're to bring back a report from said temple on the whereabouts of the Siren's Arraignment, a ship that departed from Oyashio and never arrived at its next destination, Snowhold. There's suspicion that the Siren's Arraignment never departed from its supposed origin of Thunderbrush to begin with, either- so the Ecumene put some clerics on the job to investigate, and the party's job is just to relay their message.

With that, they're given giraffe passes, and directed down to the stables, where they find the stablehand, Updraft, having some difficulties.

Benedict I. (GM):There's no one at the pickup window, but there's a sparrow aarakocra just behind, trying to get a giraffe several times her height to get up and out of the damn water trough. Updraft: "...not a bath, ye stubborn git!" "Ye drink from that, lackbrains!" "Y'really want t'be tastin' yer arse?" Looseleaf: OH I CAN HELP WITH THIS FINALLY, A PLACE WHERE I CAN APPLY MY ADVANTAGE ON ANIMAL HANDLING

Looseleaf uses her Soul Read ability to tune in to the giraffe's feelings and recent history, and discovers that someone fed it a hot pepper and it's in, um, anal distress.

Orluthe volunteers to do some healing to the giraffe, with his Lay On Hands ability. Is... that a cleric thing? Do clerics do that? Probably. In this world, clerics perform magic by inviting their god directly into their mind to borrow their brainpower and work miracles directly, and it sure looks like he does that when he does his healing. He channels a god, for sure!

Benedict I. (GM): As he touches the giraffe, you see his body begin to glow, and his facial features are overlaid with another face. "...A giraffe?" "A waste, I suppose, but... perhaps it'll win us some favor." The voice he speaks in sounds more feminine, somehow.

Some religion checks reveal that this doesn't seem quite right for a cleric of Diamode, the goddess of Family. But hey, healing's healing, right?

With that, they're able to get their giraffes no problem- and next time, they'll be on the road to Thunderbrush!

[girlblunders]

mush | amajiki tamaki x reader

a super, super, SUPER late fic a.k.a. part 2 of @denkis-kaminari‘s secret santa gift

summary: a drabbleverse of your relationship development with tamaki, from middle school to a rather unique confession of sorts over the phone a few years later

themes: high school au, friends-to-lovers, reader likes to make tamaki laugh… and blush :’-)

warnings & notes: there’s some crack in this, you can easily tell ahdsdjaklkal but other than that, please enjoy??? // also gender neutral!

(i.)

It was in homeroom that you learned that Amajiki Tamaki got into U.A. High School. The reason you knew about this was because of one Togata Mirio. 

Mirio was loud and big in everything he did and right now his big hand was patting Tamaki’s back, supposedly in reassurance that his decision to go to U.A. with him was a good one. But Tamaki was having second thoughts.

“Can I just return my letter of offer? I don’t want to go anymore; I want to go home,” Tamaki said.

“Ya can’t go now because we’re in school and I don’t think you’re the type to skip school, right? And you’ll be fine anyways! I mean, you did get one of the most-improved scores in the cohort.”

Being Mirio’s friend was both a blessing and a curse; a blessing because he was really good at getting people out of their shell and a curse because he was a little bit too optimistic sometimes.

Tamaki quietly sunk his head onto his desk and mumbled. “Ok,” he sighed. “If you say it will be fine then maybe it will be fine…”

It was not fine.

Lunchtime came around and Tamaki wanted to hurl (himself into the trash can). He felt like garbage and oddly enough, you were the one student to witness him like this. At first, you panicked. Mirio was nowhere to be found and usually he was the one who would be comforting Tamaki in a crisis like this. But this time around, there was only you and you had never really spoke one-on-one with the timid boy.

Fortunately, your nervousness was short-lived when you realised that Tamaki’s face was getting paler and paler. As cautiously as you could, you cleared your throat.

“Amajiki?” Tamaki was startled to say the least and when he looked up through his bangs to see your furrowed eyebrows and slight frown, he retreated further into his seat. 

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You gently asked. Tamaki could only nod, too shocked at the interaction to speak up. Though you didn’t expect him to respond immediately anyway.

You tried not to stare directly into his eyes, just in case you sent him into overdrive, and settled for unpacking your lunch as you spoke.

“Hey, um, are you okay, Amajiki?” You asked, gulping down a mouthful of food. Tamaki’s eyes locked onto yours and you were taken aback by the brief intensity of them. Just one look had made you a flustered mess already. 

“Uhh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, Amajiki,” you said quickly.

Tamaki looked down at his food and said something that you didn’t quite catch.

“Sorry, what was that?” You leaned a fraction closer and Tamaki gulped. 

“I’m fine, just tired,” he said softly. You leaned back into your chair and nodded.

“Ah don’t worry I understand. It’s a very tiring process, preparing for high school and all. But for you in particular, Amajiki,” you paused, sighing before you continued, “you must feel like a heavy burden has been placed on you to uphold the school’s reputation, right?”

Tamaki was puzzled about how you deduced that from the way his body seemed to curl into itself. His lip quivered as he struggled to find the right words to respond with while you tapped your chin and kept nodding to yourself.

“Mm, I think it’s okay to be nervous about things like this, Amajiki.”

Tamaki actually felt a little calmer now that you were sitting there casually talking with him.

“Ahh, about earlier, I-I’m better now,” he said. You simply smiled at him and continued eating in companionable silence. “Also, thank you for asking me if I’m ok.”

Tamaki sent you a small smile that made your heart quicken at the sudden movement.

“Amajiki…” you started.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at you with a small smile.

“Um, you can call me Tamaki, if you’d like.”

Your face heated up at the sudden burst of confidence. Tamaki really didn’t know how much of an effect he had on you.

“Ahhh I don’t feel like I know you well enough to use your first name though,” you croaked. Tamaki looked back down, his shyness returning in full force.

“It’s okay, y-you can use it.” And when he looked back up again, it seemed as if you were radiating warmth from your entire being. 

(ii.)

Tamaki really loved heroes and he really loved talking about them with you because you would nod excitedly and listen for hours to everything he gushed about. It was rare to see Tamaki unabashedly talk without stuttering or slipping one bit and you were glad to be one of the people he felt comfortable being around.  

When he met the pro-heroes from U.A., he would call you up first to gush about every single encounter he had, and today it was about All-Might.

“All-Might really does smile all the time. It’s cool and kind of scary. I don’t have a lot of classes with him though so I wouldn’t know for sure. But from what I’ve heard, he can get pretty fired up too.”

“Kind of like Mirio?” You suggested.

“Now that I think about it, yes. Exactly like Mirio.” Tamaki chuckled and your cheeks hurt from grinning. You could get used to this; talking on the phone with Tamaki after school and making him laugh without even trying… that hard.

“Ugh, I miss you guys. Nejire too. I think we need to catch up soon so I can be revived from the hell hole that is work-study.”

“I think you need more than just us to be revived.”

“Excuse me, all I need is to do is be around Mirio for at least five seconds and absorb his energy; only then will I feel completely rejuvenated,” you deadpanned.

“Are the rest of us just extras?” Tamaki sounded like he was actually offended by the seriousness in your voice.

“No!” You protested, then added, “I love each and every one of you equally.”

“H-hey now, that’s just cheesy.”

“It is, but seriously, can you ask Mirio to send me some of his energy? I’m dying here and I really need him.”

“Are you serious?” spluttered Tamaki.

“Yeeees, I can’t live on caffeine alone. I’ll have whatever Mirio’s having.”

“Ok, I’m hanging up now. Bye.”

“Are you jealou—”

Beep.

And that was the very first time that Amajiki Tamaki had ever hung up on someone.

(iii.) It had been a while since you last caught up with ‘The Big 3’ and Nejire wanted to buy enough snacks so that you’d all be full (of junk food) by the time you reached her house. After today’s workload, cooking was the last thing on Nejire’s mind.  

“Is Mirio coming?” You asked Tamaki, who had his back against the wall. 

“Mirio can’t make it because he has work study today,” Tamaki replied.

“Ah, fair enough.” You sat down on the curb outside the convenience store and patted the space next to you.

“Sit next to me?” You said, smiling up at Tamaki. He didn’t reply and instead seemed preoccupied with the ground beneath his feet. He’s overthinking again, you noticed. It was clear to you that Tamaki was subtly calculating where he should sit and how close he would be next to you. 

You wanted to guide his hand downwards and make it clear that you wanted Tamaki to choose to sit just close enough so that when either of you slightly moved, you would bump shoulders. It was a mushy thought, but you couldn’t help it, you just liked being next to him. But you wanted to pretend for a bit longer.

You sat and watched patiently as Tamaki slowly lowered himself down onto the curb… a whole lot further way than you expected. In fact, Tamaki was exactly two seats away from you and judging by the conflict on his face, from the anguish at his miscalculation to his reluctance to change his seating position, he didn’t mean to be.

Tamaki was regressing back into his thoughts again, so you took this opportunity to snap a photo of him but didn’t realise the sound was on. You jumped at the noise, your eyes finding Tamaki’s slightly panicked expression mirroring your own.

You laughed nervously, “Sorry! It was really good lighting and I didn’t want to waste it.” Great cover, you internally groaned.

Tamaki, whose face was slightly pink, muttered, “You always take bad photos of me.”

“They’re candid thank you very much and anyway, at least they’re not as bad as Kirishima’s.”

Tamaki giggled and you grinned at the lovely sound. You were glad that you could get him out of his head for a bit.

“Anyways, that’s not entirely true,” you said as you got up to take a nice photo of the sunset behind you. “I have some cute ones of you too, I’ll send them if you’d like.”

And with your back turned to Tamaki, you had failed to notice how his blush deepened.

 (iv.)

Tonight you could not stop thinking about Tamaki. He was in every corner, shop window display and person you came across. It was Christmas and the elves were EVERYWHERE. Every time you saw an elf, you would stare at their ears, and then your brain would automatically associate them with Tamaki’s slightly pointed ears that were the exact same shape, only cuter. You didn’t know how many times you’ve freaked out a Santa’s little helper elf by staring at their ears and blushing every shade of red. You didn’t know what to do about it. Though one thing did come to mind.

You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and dashed out of the shopping centre after collecting a pair of complimentary elf-ear headbands for you and your little sister.

“Can we eat ice-cream now?” Your sister whined as you fumbled about with the headband. When you got it to sit as perfectly as it could on her small head, you clicked your tongue and replied.

“Wait!! I have to take a photo first and send it to my friend.” You snapped several shots of your sister, who posed for them despite her eagerness for the ice-cream you had promised her several hours ago.

“Ok that’s cute enough,” you said and sent the best ones to Tamaki.

“I’m always cute,” your sister bragged. You snorted. That was true, but you didn’t want to tell her that again just in case you made her ego bigger than it already was.

You took your sister’s hand and navigated through the packed crowd for some well-deserved ice-cream. As you waited in line, you couldn’t help but check your phone every ten seconds for a reply from Tamaki.

“Are you waiting for your boyfriend to text you back?” Your sister teased.

“Ha-ha no. I’m waiting for Tamaki to reply.”

“Same thing,” she muttered back. You glared at her but rolled your eyes when she shrugged her shoulders in response.

Ping!

The notification rung and boy you had never unlocked your phone so fast in your life.

Tamaki 🐙💞: she looks like she was forced to wear that

You had drawn little hearts around the elf-ear headband on your sister’s head and sent it without context.

You: ummmm it’s cute. plus it reminded me of you

Tamaki 🐙💞: how??

You: you have the same ears as the elves i keep seeing everywhere. tamaki… i think i may have found your long-lost family

Tamaki 🐙💞: okay weirdo

You scoffed. You were glad that you could banter with Tamaki without him getting self-conscious now. But sometimes the easiest way to get a reaction out of Tamaki was to compliment him. And you could never get sick of that flustered face of his.

You: don’t worry tamaki, you’re still the cutest elf boy in my eyes 🥰🥰🥰

Tamaki took a few seconds longer to reply to your message. You could tell by all the backspacing he was doing with whatever he wanted to respond with. You could already picture him blushing while reading your text and it made you smile at your cringey text in satisfaction.

From the corner of your eye you could see that your sister was judging you silently, but you paid no mind.

 (v.)

“You know, Tamaki, you’re pretty consistent with the people that you choose to interact with,” you said over the phone. Tamaki had called you, saying that he couldn’t sleep because he felt worn out. When he asked if you were busy, you had reassured him that you were definitely not busy even though you were stuck on closing duty at your part-time job. No one else was on the closing shift with you, so you had decided to put your earphones in and talk to Tamaki to pass the time.

“How?” He asked.

“Tamaki! Haven’t you realised that you tend to gravitate towards people with, well, sunnier dispositions than yours?”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down though because that could be anyone.”

You cracked up laughing. Tamaki seemed to be funny when he wasn’t supposed to be.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But, ok, I mean Mirio is basically sunshine personified and although he’s laidback, the guy is a hard worker! Then there’s Nejire, who has pure confidence and honestly, I would too if my speed, technique, intelligence and communication statistics were so well-rounded. How is that even possible? I don’t know. Her resilience knows no bounds.”

Though you couldn’t see it, hearing you talk about his friends with such enthusiasm and admiration caused a faint smile to appear on Tamaki’s face.

“And they’re both so weird!” You sighed deeply, “Tamaki, I think you have a thing for weirdos.”

Tamaki tried to suppress his laughter. “Does that mean you’re a weirdo too?”  

“Oh no,” you mumbled to yourself, pretending to have a dawning realisation. “What have you done to me, Tamaki!?”

This time, Tamaki couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping his lips.

“Oh, wait, Tamaki, I’m putting you in my pocket ok?” You heard an ‘ehh??’ right before you stuffed your phone into your pants and finally locked up for the evening.

You talked on the way home, while you washed up and right until you winded down for bed.

“Tamaki,” you began.

“Mm?” He yawned softly. He was getting sleepier now which was a good sign.

“Um, how are you feeling now?”

“I still can’t stop thinking about what happened today,” Tamaki answered wearily. You felt your heart ache.  

“If you keep worrying about what other people think of you, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, sorry. I know you do, and I know it’s hard as well when your mind is just constantly buzzing. I would offer you my bed, but I don’t think you’d be comf—”

Tamaki made a strangled noise from the other line, “U-Um, that’s okay.” You waited patiently for him to continue, eyes bulging in anticipation for what he was going to say next.

“But can you stay on the phone with me?”

Your heart soared at his request. “Of course, Tamaki, I’ll stay on the phone with you for as long as you need.”

Tamaki thanked you and there was a brief pause because he couldn’t think of what to say next. Lucky for him, you picked up on this difficulty a while back and easily slid into the next topic of conversation.

“You wanna know something, Tamaki?”

“Mm?”

This was it; the point of no return from where your harmless crush on Tamaki would change for better, or for worse.

“Back then, I wasn’t one of the people who ignored you on purpose.” You could feel your cheeks heat up the more you thought about what you were going to reveal to Tamaki. “I noticed you all the time…”

“W-what? Why, or how? I, uhh, huh?”  

“Are you sure? You better brace yourself, Tamaki.”

“Uhh yes? You’re the one who started this conversation?”

“Tamaki!!! Are you ready or not!?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready.”  

“This is going to sound so shallow and cheesy, or both, oh my god, ok. OKAY,” you raised your voice for no reason in particular; the excess energy in your body screaming to be let out. Tamaki laughed softly and that sound eased your nerves for about a millisecond.

“Tamaki,” you began again, but in a stern voice this time.

“Yes?”

“I always thought you were cute—like really, really, really cute, especially when you played around with Mirio. You always had this small smile on your face when you were with him and I—hold on a second.” You really felt like you were going to tear up for some stupid reason and so you paused to take one deep breath and exhaled… a jumble of sentences.

“I felt so lucky to have always seen that smile up until middle school. Tamaki, you don’t understand—I even thanked Mirio at some point, for being your friend and whatever else, I don’t even know or remember what I fully said. Oh god. Maybe it is selfish of me, but Mirio’s friendliness towards you helped me to become your friend too.” Your voice had barely held up the sternness it begun with; instead, it had turned to mush once you started gushing about Tamaki.

“But then you transferred to UA and I didn’t realise just how much I had missed seeing you in person. And Nejire used to say that I had a ‘thing for shy boys’ and I didn’t know what she meant by that! I only told her that I liked you so much and that I COULDN’T HELP IT. Or maybe I did think you were cute because you were also shy, but you’re more than the sum of your parts, Tamaki. I think I’ve always known that. I just—I just wish I had known you sooner.”

On the other line, you could hear almost every single breath that Tamaki took.

“Maybe I do have a thing for weirdos,” Tamaki contemplated.

Now you were confused. “H-huh?”

“I think it’s like you said; I admire the same kind of people. Y-you and Nejire don’t really have a filter when it comes to discussion topics; you both tend to speak your mind.”

You nearly choked on your saliva. You did not expect this response at all. Maybe a rejection or something but this? You didn’t know what this was.

“What about Mirio?” You managed to whisper.

“You and Mirio are both very warm people. Literally though, the both of you are like walking heaters.”

“TAMAKI WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”

“Umm, well, these are things you have in common with the people I like, as you said before. B-but what I’m actually trying to say is that high school isn’t the end of the world. It’s only a short time so you aren’t missing much, except… m-me.” Tamaki’s breath nearly caught in his throat at the prospect of staying on your mind for the past year or so.

“Besides, I’ll still be there with you after high school i-if you’ll have me.”

You cupped your mouth in an attempt not to squeal at the cheesiness coming from Tamaki’s mouth instead of yours this time. Once you calmed down as much as possible, you cleared your throat and replied.

“Tamaki, does that mean you accept my long-winded confession?”

“Yes?”

“YES?” You repeated in mock outrage.

“I mean, yes—I like you too AAAHH.” The tips of Tamaki’s ears were burning now. �� 

You burst out laughing. “I’m surprised you could understand what I was trying to say.”

“I always understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Aww Tamaki, you’re so cute,” you gushed once again. “I’m glad you like me too! Now please go to sleep before I come over there and put you to sleep myself.”

Tamaki passed out instantly. 

[paintedrecs]

7-7-7 WIP Game

Go to your current WIP. Find the seventh line on the seventh page and copy and paste seven sentences below. Then tag seven other writers to do the same.

I was tagged by @matildajones but since I don’t actually HAVE 7 pages of a WIP right now and since i am a RULEBREAKER and I haven’t been very active on this blog lately, have 7 sentences from 7 different WIPs instead. I’m also not gonna tell you what they’re about, maybe you can guess. 👀 (Or tell me which you’re most interested in seeing more of)

1. 

“It's just for a few days,” Cora said. “And I know for a fact you signed up to be a dorm buddy for prospective freshmen. Boyd told me you had three high schoolers stay over last semester and that it absolutely wasn't his idea and that he was kind of annoyed that you didn't stop them from raiding his snacks while he was in class. So I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this.”

“First of all,” Derek said, “I restocked those, after he snapped at me a month later when I tried to grab a handful of his Doritos and he finally told me what Greenberg had done while I was also in class. I’m a dorm buddy, not a babysitter, for fuck’s sake. It's not my fault Greenberg refused to leave the room once his parents dropped him off.”

2. 

Stiles did his best to ignore the worry that accompanied that thought: why was his blind date thoroughly engrossed in his book, rather than watching the door? He obviously wasn't struggling with any nerves, which was fine. Good, even. One overthinker in a relationship was more than enough.

There was no indication of excitement, though, which made Stiles’s heart sink a little. Either Lydia hadn't talked him up much, or she had, and this guy wasn't particularly into it. That must've been the catch; Lydia had held onto this picture-perfect friend of hers, only pulling him out when times seemed sufficiently desperate.

3. 

Derek closed his eyes and drifted on the fringes of sleep, letting the darkness ebb and flow to the sound of the contents of Stiles's pockets clinking, the zip of his hoodie, then of his jeans, as he let each fall to the floor.

Another moment, a soft breath of empty air, a hesitation that grew a little shorter each time, and Stiles was clambering into bed, his knees knocking Derek in the shins, his fingers digging into Derek's ribs as he tumbled over him.

"Ow," Derek said, out of habit.

"Shh, fuck," Stiles said, thumping his elbow painfully against the wall as he wiggled under the sheets.

Derek moved his hand until his fingers brushed against cool skin - too cool, a part of his brain filed away, distantly connecting it to the rain he'd only registered in some back corner of his brain as he'd slept.

Stiles sighed and pushed his hand away, but only after Derek had tugged out the last tendrils of throbbing, bone-aching pain.

"You should stop doing that," Derek said drowsily. "Last week it was your head, though, so I guess your mobility's improving."

4. 

Being a single dad was a lot easier when Derek still had his mom around to help out. That wasn't the only reason he missed her, of course, or even the main one. But on days when he was particularly exhausted, or when Drew’s typically sweet nature suddenly turned sullen or angry for reasons Derek couldn't get him to explain, his first impulse was still to reach for the phone.

He'd actually dialed a few times before remembering his mom wasn't there anymore. He'd hung up, palms sweating, not sure if it'd be worse to hear an out of service dial tone or a stranger’s voice on the other end.

Relocating had seemed like a good idea at the time. He'd been born in Beacon Hills, and although they'd moved away when he was still in elementary school, he had fond memories of the summers there - the freedom of riding his bike around quiet neighborhoods, the sense of small town community and neighbors who watched out for each other.

5. 

Elite Supernatural Accommodations. Stiles isn't sure whether it's an advertisement, a boast, or an extension of the hotel’s name. Printed in neat block letters under the slightly pretentious script reading Harris Towers, it's been the driving force behind Stiles’s entire life.

As he's been regularly reminded since he was old enough to process and retain language, elves are inextricably tied to either their birthplace or their place of employment. For Stiles, they're one and the same.

He's a hotel elf. He says it out loud, to the sky shimmering with the first shreds of daylight, to test whether it feels any more fulfilling than it has for the last twenty-odd years.

6. 

Stiles toppled gracelessly into his chair when Derek’s broad back was turned, then casually leaned his chin on his hand and tried to look suitably thoughtful and attentive. “Let’s start with a few basic questions first, if you don’t mind.”

Derek nodded, sitting on the edge of his chair, hands clasped together on top of his knees.

“I’ll be taking notes, and if you’re okay with it, recording our conversation for reference.”

“Oh, I - sure. I guess that’s fine. I didn’t know that was a part of it. I thought this was - confidential?”

7.

“I actually saw it a couple of weeks ago,” Derek finally said, sliding two fingers into the front pocket of his tight jeans and withdrawing a tiny slip of paper. He unfolded it carefully and leaned across the desk to hand it to Stiles. Their fingers brushed, and Derek’s twitched sharply, as though he didn’t particularly like being touched. When he sat back, he settled a little more fully into his chair, tugging the sleeves of his soft, slightly oversized cardigan over his hands.

Stiles looked down at the scrap, which listed the name of his study and his email address. When he looked back up, not sure what he was supposed to do with it, Derek nodded at him.

“I tore it off then, and kept it with me for a while, trying to make up my mind.”

And to be slightly more of a rule-follower, I guess I gotta tag 7 people. @mad-madam-m @bleep0bleep @cobrilee @the-deep-magic @alocalband @inkforwordsart @thewinterotter 

[summysparklesprocket]

Healing

( RP’d in discord with @kelzthalassunwhisper )

Night quickly swept over the expanse of Stormwind City, causing shadows to grow in the alleys and streets. Even though the City Guard was out and monitoring the place, it felt strangely peaceful. Perhaps it was the false sense of security most occupants felt due to the many veterans living in the city. Beyond the Dwarven District’s stone wall was a stretch of greenery that had recently been used for King Anduin’s contingency point. You could see water pooling into a small lake at the base of one of the buildings. Kneeling by these waters was a druid covered in ceremonial leathers with green iridescent crests that complemented the Mother Moon. While she was a Kaldorei, she appeared much smaller than ordinary female elves; though her meek smaller form compensated for something else. A grace that was generally gifted to disguised dragons cultivated her features and expression. A gentle breeze swept by her as she raised her cowl to hide her features. Her moonlit eyes searched for the approaching visitor who was surely coming to see her.

The visitor, a little gnome who was unaware she was expected, had been on her nightly walk. Wearing a hooded dark cloak, she walked quickly despite her exhaustion from a mixture of insomnia and PTSD. The park was one of her favorite places to walk when she felt this way. It was nicely lit, and she didn’t have to worry as much about who else was in the area because she knew some of the guards. However, tonight was different because she had a purpose for the walk. She was looking for someone.

Following behind the gnome, was a little Owl Kitten. At the moment, he was following behind obediently, but it was only a matter of time before his curiosity got the better of him. It lasted until the halfway point, before the kitten spontaneously leaped into a bush.

With a sigh, Summy stands outside the bush, tapping her foot impatiently as the bush ruffles, straining against the fight going on inside of it. After a few minutes, the gnome sheds her cloak and jumps into the bush. Within a few seconds, she comes out with the Owl Kitten, named Kal Mush’a, having a rat in his mouth.

“Proud of yourself?” Summy asks, staring at him.

Kal just makes a happy chirp as he wiggles out of Summy’s arms to eat his reward. It takes but a minute as the gnome shakes her head. She gathers up her cloak and puts it back on, before continuing on as Kal finishes his meal.

Ignoring the questioning looks from the guards from the events, she moved through the park swiftly. She made her way past the Cathedral and then walked swiftly into the Dwarven district. She smiled as she walked as this was one of her favorite districts. She just loved the familiar smells of hard work, smoke, and alcohol. It was late, so the district was quiet. This made it easy to find the person she was looking for.

“Oh, hey Fyarii! It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you, hasn’t it!” She yells up to the elf on the wall.

Moving towards him, she lowered the hood revealing her long light blue hair tied up in her signature pony-tail. She easily blinks herself onto the wall and sits next to the elf who smiles at her.

“It has been yes.” Fyarii said with a nod of her chin.  “I take it that you have something important to share with me?” She tilted her head curiously. Given the unexpected visit, she was really interested in what Summy had to share with her.

“How do you do that?” Summy pouted as she quickly realized Fyarii had seen through her. “Cog damn it.”

She sighed as she looked back towards the fountain. She shook her head as she absently rubbed her right arm with her left.

“You see Bennas ordered me to seek out therapy. And well, I’ve heard that’s something you excel at. So, well… could you help me out please? Or do you know someone who could help me out?”

The druid offered a comforting smile. “If I said it was intuition, it wouldn’t be the truth. I’ve just been around for a really long time and I’ve developed a refined sense for these things.” She noted Summy’s demeanor and studied her quietly, much like a friend might when someone was hurting. “I would be happy to help you. Come walk with me.”

Together they blink off the wall and walk slowly through the city. For the elf, the pace is slow and measured. Fyarii walks slowly to give herself time to think of what she is going to say to Summy. She picks her words carefully as they make their way towards the gates of the city.

The gnome was in another state however. For her, the pace was about average, perhaps a bit of a fast walk, but this too was normal given her small stature at two foot six. Her brain was quite different as it was going a mile a minute as she realized she was likely going to have to face the problems that had been plaguing her for so long. She knew therapy was a good thing, but it was going to be difficult to face everything. She knew she was likely overthinking things, but at the same time she couldn’t help or stop herself from doing it.

As the two walked quietly, the city gave way to the Elwynn Forest that surrounded the city. The forest was asleep, much like the city. The two could hear a couple nocturnal creatures out and about, going about their business, but otherwise all was quiet. It was here when the elf finally spoke.

“In order for this session to be as effective as possible, I ask for your cooperation solely. This will not be easy, as I suspect you have a great many pains that need to be healed.”

“Okay.” Summy responds with a sigh. Her stare moves to the floor. “I will do my best. Just, the way I’ve dealt with everything was by pretending it didn’t happen and repressing it. So, I don’t know how much there is.”

“I understand. Healing is about exploring yourself and understanding what will dissuade those distractions.” Once outside Fyarii turn to Summy and knelt before her. “So, before we begin, give me an idea of what you’re feeling, as honestly as you can.”

Her stare doesn’t shift from its spot on the floor as she takes a long moment to think before speaking. “Well, recently depressed, self-hatred. Usually I can work through it with tinkering, working, reading, or whatever I feel like doing.”

Summy pauses again, thinking through her words. She shakes her head as she finally shifts her gaze to the left. With a deep sigh, she finally speaks. “It’s the worst when it’s quiet. Suicidal sometimes. I’ve been staying at Summerfast, the Bennas estate, at his request because he doesn’t trust me to be alone, as he shouldn’t.”

“I see.” With a nod towards the gnome, she shifts her hand towards the base of the other’s feet. The patch of dirt there was clear from blades of grass as she spoke. “Well, as nature goes… we have our up’s and down’s. The environment constantly shifts and alters the course in which we prosper. You are just in need of finding your foundation again.” A green hue illuminated from her hand as a buried seed began to rise and sway beneath her palm in a shape of a healthy stem.

“I’m confused.” She quirks an eyebrow at the elf, as she tries to hide her feelings of failure. It had been quite some time since she had thought about all these things. Between work, being social, and all the wars, she hadn’t given herself the time. It had been intentional. However, now that she was being forced to sit and think about everything, her brain was in a rush to figure out what was happening. After a few moments, she gives up and just looks at the other, a defeated look in her eyes.

“It’s okay. Perhaps it would be better for me to show you?” She leaned back on her feet and looked to Summy. She could tell the gnome was upset. “Here, let us try a simple exercise.” She reaches into her pouch and offers a small seed to her. “Can you plant this for me?”

“Uh… okay.” Taking the seeds into her hands, she kneels next to the seed that Fyarii had just planted, digs a little hole and plants the seed. She covers it up and then looks up at Fyarii. “Like that? I’m still confused.” She admits, as her emotions still cloud her thoughts.

“Right, that’s okay.” She nodded and watched as Summy prepared a place for the seed in the soil, offering a sympathetic smile as she did so. “Now… what is something that made you happy? Something that kept you uplifted before you felt down?”

“Uh, tinkering mostly. It still helps me clear my mind, tinkering, practicing or researching the arcane. Working on something and having something to do with my hands helps me clear my mind.” She shrugs. “Reading too. So, learning and stuff as well, I guess.” She then looks down at the plant. “I’m still unsure how the plant is involved.”

The seed responds to her sincerity. A small vine pokes through the surface and curls beneath her hand.

“This is a magical seed. It projects how you grow and prosper. The seed is essentially an iteration of you.” Fyarii responds, as she watches the seed.

Summy emits a squeak as the vine curls beneath her hand. She hadn’t been paying attention to it, but as she inspects the seed, her confusion doesn’t yield. As she examines the plant, recovering from her shock of the quick grown spurt, her head tilts slightly. Her eyebrows furrow as she gets frustrated with her incompetency to understand it. “Is it actually an iteration of me? Its beginning is going too well it looks. My beginning was awful.” Her tone also showing how frustrated she was getting with herself.

“Your childhood could still be terrible, but you rooted yourself and continued to survive. This is a sign of that.” Fyarii shifted eagerly. “Now then, what is it that clouds you so? That deters you from enjoying your days?”

“I guess…” Summy sighs as she shifts her weight around uncomfortably. The explanation helped calm her down. She noticed that her body shifted, and her shoulders drooped down.  Her eyes sank slightly as her sadness threatened to overtake her once again. Her thoughts changed from frustration to understanding to realizing where she went after she survived.

“Well, I-I ruined so many lives. And even now I can’t seem to get anything right. I always get injured to the point where they have a bed for me specifically in the hospital. I just don’t understand why everyone seems to trust me.” She feigns a smile as she looks up at the elf, before shrugging her shoulders and continuing. “I pretend to be happy and stuff and everyone loves me when I’m faking confidence. I just don’t actually feel it.”

“It’s okay to be sad, Summy. The most important thing is to be true to your feelings. You’re performing a disservice to yourself and peers by keeping it inside. Perhaps I could help you mitigate harm with some potions or the sort? Maybe a spell? Because if you run into that problem less, you won’t have to hide how you feel.” As she explains this, Fyarii leans forward, placing a hand on the gnome’s shoulder to keep her head about her.

The hand helps slightly, as Summy sighs deeply as she looks up at the elf. She responds with a shrug. “Is it though? I’ve been annoyed with myself for so long. Always just distracting myself, smoked, or on occasion drank, to try to deal. Sometimes I would just work long hours to keep from going home, to at least be useful.”

She attempted a smile, but it was weak and faded just as quickly. She turned her gaze to the side as she continued. “Facing it was too painful. It was just easier to fake it, and eventually the fake happiness became real-ish.” Pausing a moment, she then realizes what Fyarii meant by potions. “That could work. She perks up initially, but as she thinks, she droops down more and more until she’s back to her depressed state. “But I deserve all of this from the shit I’ve done in the past.”

“It is okay to be sad.” Fyarii affirms, trying to push past the sadness that has surrounded the gnome. “Let’s give it a shot though.” She then reaches into her satchel and began to collect several herbs. “What kind of flowers do you like?” She asks Summy with a smile.

“Uh…” the gnome blinks in surprise. That had been the last question she had expected. “I’ve never thought about that. I guess some blue or white ones. Since my hair and eyes are light blue, it’s became my favorite color.” Summy explains as she perks up a bit.

Fyarii nods as she puts several herbs together and sets them aside. From what Summy could tell, it seemed she was collecting icecap, dreamfoil, and a black lotus. Then she procured a small mortar and pedastool. Gingerly, she laid the herbs in the basin and began a soft incantation. Each herb illuminated a light green before Fyarii began to grind them.

“Summy, could you tell me one thing that comforts you the most?”

The gnome, who had zoned out while watching the elf’s process, took a few moments before she responded. “Uh, I dunno. Do you mean an activity, a person, an animal, something in general?”

“Anything, if not all things.” Fyarii responds calmly. The mixture seems fluid now, offering gelatinous goo.

“Uh, then my girlfriend Pin, Bennas, Malien, tinkering, reading, and my owl kitten who’s right here.” The kitten, Kal Mush’a, who, as the name Owl Kitten suggests, is a mix of the two. His body is shaped to that of a kitten while his face is a mix of a cat and owl. His fur is dominantly a dark gray. He chirps as the gnome scoops him up and responds by happily licking her face.

Another incantation is started as she enchants the potion, causing it to glow a radiant blue. The mortar is then gingerly tilted over a vial as the elf offers it to Summy. “This is a luck potion, specifically blended for you. It can also be treated as an antidepressant.”

Blinking at the potion, Summy quirks a brow and tilts her head slightly as she analyzes it. “Luck potion? Does it make me feel luckier or is it actually luckier? She sniffs the potion as she finishes the question.

“Both. It’s been blessed in the way of the ancients. An ancient tongue. As well as with a hint of power from the emerald dragonflight.” Fyarii nodded as she explained and poured another vial full.

“Oh, I could use some luck honestly. You want me to drink it?” She sniffs it one more time. “Smells good actually…” She begins to say before slamming her right hand into her face. “Dunno what I expected considering it’s a blend of flowers and herbs.” She says before sighing deeply and shaking her head.

Fyarii laughed somewhat at Summy’s minor hiccup, before nodding at her while lifting her head to observe her. “Yes. Drinking it would be a good start. I’ll be sure to make a decent supply. One vial a day should definitely strengthen your confidence and resolve.”

Nodding in reply to the elf, the gnome takes a swig of the vial. She blinks as she waits a moment, unsure of what’s going to happen. “How long until it takes effect?” She stares off into space trying to feel the potion. “So, I’ll see you once a day to get my dose I assume?”

“It doesn’t take long,” she replies before closing the second vial and offering it to Summy. “It would be best, yes. However, I’m not done with your therapy.” She rises to her feet and gestures to the scenery around them. “Is there a place you like to visit?”

“I assume this one is for later?” the gnome questions as she grabs the second vial. When she sees the elf nod at her, she follows up with a second question. “So, what will I feel anyway?” She looks around at the scenery, thoroughly enjoying it before continuing. “Uh, I’ve visited lots of places already. So, I dunno.” She shrugs her shoulders, turning to the elf.

“Yes, the second vial is for later.” She said first before looking to the gnome. “You might feel an abundance of warmth, but the rest I can’t really say. These herbs in combination can have different effects. And it also depends on the species that consumes it.” Fyarii frowns a Summy’s answer in regard to location and gestured to the vastness of the woods around them just outside Stormwind’s walls. “Nothing here appeals to you?”

Summy nods as she hears about the side effects. “Makes sense. Maybe it’ll increase my urge to tinker or something.” She shrugs before looking around at the woods. “Besides, I walk around these woods all the time. I’m also really not in the mood at the moment honestly.”

“That’s fair enough.” Fyarii responds with a gentle smile. “Well, I think my therapy for now is concluded. Unless there is more you wish to share?”

“I don’t think so. Not at the moment anyway.” She nods to Fyarii as she looks at the bottle again. “Thanks, by the way for this. When are we talking again?”

“When you feel ready, though as for daily visits- you may elect when is best. I am usually residing in these woods.” She reached into the pouch and pulled out a single leaf. “This is a leaf whistle. It has been enchanted by me. So, when you blow on it, I shall hear it.”

“Okie dokie.” Summy nods as she takes the leaf. “I should start a collection of the communicators to contact specific people at this point.” She smiles lightly as she looks up at her. “Okie dokie. So, I’ll see you tomorrow then? And how about once a week minimum?”

“For now, I think it depends on the progress you make. We can negotiate after we see some improvement, Summy.” Fyarii smiles warmly and waved the Gnome off.

“Okay. If it gets bad again I’ll contact you? The gnome looks up at Fyarii as she turns to walk away. “Like, if the suicidal thoughts return?”

“Yes, I would ask that you contact me with any issue, Summy.” She didn’t really elect to acknowledge hearing that last part, but she frowned slightly upon watching the gnome depart.

Summy nods. “Okie dokie. With the drink I don’t think it’ll be that bad, but we’ll see. It comes and goes more than I’ve let on.” She shrugs before beginning to walk off.

Fyarii tilts her head. It was peculiar to see the gnome wrestle with her internal conflict in such a forward way. A part of her hoped that her recovery would be swift. Otherwise she could see the likelihood of insanity surface without much trouble.

Looking down the road, Summy walked away. However, she suddenly stops and disappears, reappearing in front of Fyarii, hugging her legs. “Thank you Fyarii.” She says lovingly, before disappearing completely.

Fyarii raises her eyebrow and tilts her head at Summy stopping and disappearing. She doesn’t even need to wait a moment before she blinks in surprise when the gnome is hugging her legs. “You’re-“ she was about to finish her sentence when the mage simply vanished. “….welcome.”

[impossible-rat-babies]

Writing Snippet #31

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Dimitri has more than one caveat before jumping into a relationship with Tekehu.

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The sunset bathed just above the horizon of shimmering water, painting the sky and clouds above in brilliant shades of yellow, orange and red. Dimitri leaned against the deck railing, carefully whittling away at a piece of wood he had picked up on one of the many islands they had taken their steps into. He smoothed his fingers across a freshly cut area, his ears twitching as he heard footsteps on the deck.

The crew was all below, the evening meal going over well. Dimitri would pick up his own meal later as he always did; he was a reclusive Captain, but one who had the crew’s respect and condemnation for his actions when it counted. None of them minded that he spent meal times away from them in his own privacy.

He tucked his knife back into his belt, watching as Tekehu approached, the source of the footsteps.

“Captain, a word?” Tekehu’s eyes widened in proportion to his smile and Dimitri grinned. Tekehu always had a way of filling a room and demanding all the attention within it, Dimitri’s attention included.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, fussing with the carved wooden piece, his thumbnail stroking the still rough edges.

Tekehu came to stand next to Dimitri and he watched the Godlike’s face until he spoke.

“You came to the Deadfire for your own reasons. The problems of others, they must be noisy obstacles by comparison.” He spoke and Dimitri held his tongue until he finished. Tekehu looked back at him, blue eyes searching his. “We both know the burden of being looked to as a source of hope.”

Dimitri heaved a sigh, pulling himself up onto the railing of the ship. He held onto the edge, just in case; the ship was steady and secure in the calm waters, but he knew to expect the unexpected.

“It tests my patience now and again.” He grumbled, sitting nearly at eye level with Tekehu. He always did prefer equal footing.

“And you wish for a moment of silence to dampen the rabble.” Tekehu let out a deep sigh and planted his hands on the railing beside Dimitri. He searched for his eyes, making no move to look away from his venture.

Dimitri swallowed hard, his gaze dancing everywhere but at Tekehu.

“Dimitri.” He spoke and his eyes snapped to his; it was rare for Tekehu to use his name and the smile on his face suggested he knew well what he was playing at. Something in Dimitri’s chest skipped several beats, his breath growing short in his lungs as he refused to break their stare.

He knew Tekehu was watching his struggle, a grin spreading across his features. His gaze never left his, something in Tekehu’s gaze searching for something deep within his eyes.

Dimitri couldn’t break away, the feeling in his chest rising up into his throat in a way that made him feel like no matter how many times he cleared his throat, it wouldn’t be enough to dislodge the feeling.

Something black in the pit of his gaze drew him in, and it didn’t take long for Dimitri to realize he was leaning close to him, his grip loose on the railing to keep him anchored. Tekehu moved a fraction closer, and he could smell the ocean on his skin.

A flickering appeared deep in Dimitri’s own eyes, something like fire silently roaring deep in the red pits of his eyes. Tekehu could swear he could almost smell the smoke, but the feeling of Dimitri’s hand pressing against his chest pulled him back.

Dimitri trailed his hand across his collar bone, feeling both the smoothness and roughness the scales had to offer under his touch. He smelled like the deep salt water and the wind that would kick up before a storm, a tingle setting the hairs of the back of the neck to rise. Tekehu’s chest rose and fell with every deep breath under Dimitri’s touch, his grin both knowing and excited.

A long moment passed between them, Dimitri’s fingertips still exploring the skin around Tekehu’s collarbone. The dying light of the sun made them shimmer in reflected oranges and reds, painting him a red fish rather than a blue one.

“It is relaxing to lose yourself in another.” He spoke so slowly that Dimitri almost missed the words. The world pulled back slightly from Tekehu, but not enough to draw him away completely.

“I’m feeling braver than normal. Ekera, a good Captain has that effect on their crew.” He nearly purred and the sensation traveled down Dimitri’s spine, sending a shiver chasing his skin. Their eyes met again and Dimitri could’ve sworn Tekehu leaned in closer. “All the powers in the Deadfire have their eyes on the Watcher of Caed Nua. Tell me, is the Watcher...watching anyone?” He tipped his head coyly to the side, his grin making Dimitri brave.

He took the necklace around Tekehu’s neck, pulling on it just enough to pull the Godlike even closer. Their faces were mere inches apart, each breath sharing the same air

“Just you, pretty fish.” Dimitri breathed, his red eyes nearly smoldering under his gaze.

“For once, Ngati answers my prayers.” He grinned and Dimitri shared the look, gently biting his tattooed lip.

“Captain, I would speak plainly. Are you as excited about the possible...what I mean is, if we were to...” Dimitri blinked at his words, especially as he cleared his throat and studied him, eyes wide and imploring. He was far from used to modesty from Tekehu.

Dimitri hummed, gently teasing at the necklace he still held, keeping their faces close. “Let’s say I’m intrigued. Speak on.” He urged, letting go of the necklace as he pulled himself back. Tekehu pulled away as well, not realizing how much the elf had pulled him close. The thought would’ve made his flush if the story in his head hadn’t already made him flush.

“If such things interest you, my last...haphazard coupling was no so long ago. In Neketaka in fact.” He chuckled to himself, lips pursing in thought.

“Sounds like you have a story to tell.” Dimtri urged him on, watching the Godlike intently.

“Ekera, I am the hope and destiny of my people. My heart is full of stories.” He reminded him and something in Dimitri’s laugh made his heart skip a beat.

“She was a Godlike—one of Amira’s brood, her hair as neat and orderly as a raven’s wing.” He launched into his story, pulling out a black feather from a pouch on his belt. He drew his fingers down the fibers, smiling in rememberance.

“We found each other in the market, and...made ourselves comfortable behind a fishmonger’s stall. She left me this as a keepsake.” He sighed, holding the feather up to the dying light painting the sky deeper shades of orange.

Dimitri watched silently, a soft smile on his face while his eyes tracked his every movement.

“I never knew her name. Now I do not have to suffer the pangs of forgetting it.” Sighing, he let the feather fall from his hands. It danced across the sky before it fell into the ocean, disappearing to Ondra’s depths.

“Didn’t you want to keep that?” Dimitri asked and Tekehu hummed, eyes tracing the path the feather had taken.

“Most desperately...but I do not cage love or force it to be anything but itself. A bird fluttered away. She was not mine to keep.” He looked back to Dimitri and he cocked an eyebrow. Dimitri’s ears reddened and he looked away, moving his hair from his face.

“That was some fast seduction on your part.” He remarked, looking at him. Tekehu gave a knowing grin, teeth flashing.

“It helps when both parties are beautiful, full of desire, and have no afternoon plans.” Tekehu hummed and Dimitri gave a weak nod. He bit his lip, wondering how much that meant for him. It couldn’t; Tekehu was and had many things Dimitri lacked and he knew he didn’t have much of anything to offer back. It was a pointless venture.

“I was expected at the guildhall, but one must have their priorities.”

“If you are trying to charm me, talking about your past lovers is a strange way to do it.” Dimitri spoke quickly after he finished, a serious expression crossing his face. Tekehu blinked and chuckled, curiosity kissing his tone.

“Charm? Not so Captain. I would have you know me by my desires. These are the Tekehu as much as the living god.” He explained and Dimitri shook his head, chewing his lip.

“And who do those desires encompass?” He inquired and Tekehu gave a knowing grin.

“Well, the one before me is awful tempting.” He proposed and Dimitri snickered bitterly, jumping off the railing to walk away. And now the gig was up.

“And that is the problem...” He spoke just loud enough for Tekehu to hear and the Godlike let out a chuckle, folding his arms over his chest while his eyes tracked Dimitri’s every movement.

“Ekera, how so?” He asked incredulously and Dimitri shook his head, stopping his pacing around the deck. He let out a heavy breath, shaking his head yet again.

“I am...many things, but desirable is far from them.” He fussed with his hands, running them up his arms. He couldn’t feel the scars, but he knew they lingered under his thin cotton shirt. “I am picky, overthink...this body of mine is a...a disaster is one word that would come of it. Hardly a decent comparison, or match—” He bit his lip and Tekehu quickly stopped him, putting his hands on his shoulders. His shoulders were so small in his hold, but Dimitri refused to look at him.

“Dimitri.” Tekehu spoke. “I do not want you to misunderstand. I am a sea anemone—hungry and eager to close around stimulation. I would draw you in with care. With patience. Regardless of what you believe about yourself.” He raised a brow and studied Dimitri, looking for a reaction.

Dimitri’s lips pursed to a thin line, refusing the urge to shake his head. He sighed instead, chewing his lip again.

“If...if you—I cannot deny my attraction to you. And if you believe this persuing of each other is a worthy venture...” He spoke and he saw a question rise with Tekehu’s brow.

“I don’t wish to misunderstand me.” He added quickly. “My...my ameanablity has nothing to do with your status. It bears no will towards me in these matters. It’s all simply...internal for me. I wouldn’t wish to give you an unworthy chase.” Dimitri explained and Tekehu chuckled, carefully lifting his chin before he took his face in his hands. They were cool to the touch, a surprise he had not anticipated.

“Ekera, the chase shall be a worthy one for both of us.” He smiled in a genuine way Dimitri had yet to have seen. He pulled away a moment later, blue eyes easily looking him up and down, clearly appreciating the view.

Dimitri’s face flushed along with his cheeks, pale freckles in stark contrast to his deep complexion. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tekehu spoke over him.

“We could blunt our teeth on more chatter, but...I cherish the suspense.” He grinned, beckoning for Dimitri to follow him down into the hold.

As Tekehu finished speaking, his words slowed to a crawl, the world paling and slowing as well. The sensation of sinking into a pool of water began to touch him gently, starting at his ankles and easily washing up the rest of his body. Dimitri took a breath he knew he didn’t need, but he took it nonetheless.

I want better for him than you.

Ngati’s voice rang out in his head, her great bulbous eyes narrowing to pinpricks. A shiver crawled down Dimitri’s spine, more left unspoken between them. But the sensation of saltwater filling his nose pulled him away, the world reaassembling itself in front of his eyes. Even so, the sensation of moisture and depth pulled away, the sensation tracing his skin for longer than required. A reminder one might call it.

Tekehu paused and looked back at Dimitri, a question in his face. He easily waved him on, joining him. He gestured again towards the door, a strained smile painting his face. He glanced out of the doorway to the deep blood red sky and a soft sigh escaped his nose. He quickly shook his head however, dipping down into the hold below.

[teditonks-blog]

TED TONKS. former healer, current mediwizard. chronic fixer. lover of baked goods. family man. bit of a slob. kinda tired. if there wasn’t a war, ted would be running a bakery and solving crossword puzzles all day.

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hello pals !! i’m liz and i also write bellatrix ( ted’s polar opposite™ ty ) !! thank u for coming to my ted talk ♥ it’s a bit long, but i’ve tried to highlight important bits with capital letters / bold letters and stuff so hopefully it should be easier to read!! also i won’t be offended if u don’t read everything obviously since i’ve written a mini essay about teddy : ~ ) ♥

CHARACTER INFLUENCES:

bill weasley ( very chill, that ‘ i could kill you but i definitively won’t ‘ aesthetic, likable, would die for his wife, academic overachiever ),  chidi anagonye ( kinda pretentious, likes riddles, overthinker, a little bit quiet ), terry jeffords ( family guy, probably digs yoghurt, strong and friendly, stays in his own lane ), nick burkhardt ( that ‘ i can’t believe you’ve done this ‘ vibe, moral compass pointing in the right direction most of the time, doesn’t see everything in black and white ), jackson avery ( values kindness, protective of what he loves, willing to fight for what he believes in, tired of stereotypes about his family background ), scott lang ( cheeky jokes when you least expect them, man of honor, would definitively hack a corporation and give back to the wronged workers if the opportunity presented itself ), merlin ( selflessness has no bounds, very smart, tongue in cheek humor, pokes fun at himself ), newt scamander ( can find good in anything, quiet, a little awkward, kind ), nick dunne ( there’s a line where the nice guy ends and something else begins, somehow manages to look like a teddy bear and an asshole at the same time, fiercely loyal until he’s not, pathological smiler ) and ray palmer ( smart, persistent, likes science ).

ANTHEMS:

gimme shelter - the rolling stones // bel air - the church // midnight rambler - the rolling stones // this must be the place ( naive melody ) - talking heads // close to me - the cure.

AESTHETIC / VIBE: 

mick jagger during the late 60s, a quick wink in the corridor as he walks past, hands dug deep into washed out jeans, tears burning in your eyes as someone dies in your arms, the smell of vintage books, waking up screaming, blood splatter on your neck, always carrying medical supplies ( there’s always a fight, somewhere ), the smell of freshly baked cookies, a heart beating out a hummingbird’s melody, soft eyes slowly growing colder, muggle pens behind ears, rock and roll playing from old gramophones, never getting the blood out of your favorite shirt, raised eyebrows, faded hickeys and fake smiles to make someone feel better.

QUICK STATS:

name: edward ambrose tonks nicknames: ted, tedward, teddy occupation: mediwizard former house: ravenclaw date of birth: may 7th age: twenty six +: easy going, altruistic, sharp and kind. -: phlegmatic, guarded, detached and indulgent. wand: 13′’, unicorn hair, acacia wood. patronus: a brown bear.

BACKGROUND:

Ted grew up on Valentia Island, a small muggle town on Ireland. His father was a science teacher, and his mother a mathematician and researcher. He grew up on formulas and numbers and facts and science. Anything that he could make sense of, he found comforting. Like home.

[ Alcoholism tw:// ] Money was always an issue and they could just make ends meet, never any room for luxuries. Though that didn’t stop Ted’s father from finding himself looking down the barrel of a bottle a little bit too much. That also put a strain on the family, and the economics.

His mother, Eliana Tonks ( née McNamara ), mostly worked from home. She balanced her research career in maths ( trying to get published, applying for grants, doing the occasional guest lectures at schools ) with motherhood. She had two children from a previous marriage, both older than Ted. She was a caring mother, but also somewhat unstable, prone to mental breakdowns.

Ted also spent a considerable amount of time with Eliana’s mother, Dorothy McNamara —- and some of Ted’s fondest memories are from her farm, the scent of newly baked cinnamon rolls seemingly always hanging in the air.

Also helped out at her farm a lot and took care of her animals.

[ Alcoholism tw:// ] His father, Brian Tonks, the secondary school science teacher, was mostly just very tired. For years, he constantly worked overtime, took on extra work, barely ever saw his kids or his wife. Still couldn’t quite make ends meet. So he found comfort elsewhere, whiskey numbing his feelings, his soul, his thoughts.

Ted has four SIBLINGS — two older half brothers, and two younger sisters. Pretty early on, Ted took on a lot of responsibility regarding his siblings (really wanted to help his mom out, mostly), and spent countless hours playing with his sisters, taking them out on the ferry, trying to distract them from the problems at home. Ted is great with kids so !!!! That’s that!!!!

HOGWARTS YEARS:

The LETTER arrived with a peculiar man on a rainy Monday morning. It was explained to the Tonks family that their middle son, Edward, was a wizard. Brian got a good laugh out of that one. It would take a couple of weeks ( and another few visits ) to convince him that this wasn’t a con. Brian was a man of science after all - and men like him did not believe in magic.

So Ted was shipped off to Hogwarts, and became a HATSTALL ( just for long enough that Ted was sure that the hat had changed his mind about him, send him right back to Ireland ). Stuck between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, the hat eventually settled on Ravenclaw.

Ted was SHAMELESSLY MUGGLEBORN, from the very start. Homework was written with a pencil, instead of ink, muggle bands could be heard playing from his dorm (mostly the Rolling Stones), his mother sent him issues of national geographic and new scientist, which he read over breakfast at the Ravenclaw table. REBELLING against the wizard norms was 100% Ted’s brand.

But also fully EMBRACED WIZARD CULTURE!!!! Was that kid who always asked questions, tried everything that he could and always craved more!!!

Had a FROG for the first three years at Hogwarts ( called Toad, we love being practical ), and then got a cat instead ( called Neptune ).

During the summers, Ted was enrolled in SUMMER SCHOOL, and took muggle classes.

His FAVORITE CLASS at Hogwarts was probably arithmancy, but he also excelled in charms, herbology and transfiguration.

Attempted to join the QUIDDITCH TEAM during his third year, but didn’t make it. Continued being an avid supporter instead.

While at Hogwarts, Ted was FAIRLY POPULAR. He was always taking care of the younger kids ( even though he was never made prefect ), could be seen wearing jeans and a tshirt on his off days, was quite charming, told cheeky jokes to make people around him smile and overall just gave zero shits about what people thought of him. He was also that big, muscular dude who at first glance, you’d totally expect to be a crude jock, but then he’s not, and instead walks you to your dorm, always the perfect gentleman. Ted was lowkey just everyone’s cool older brother.

Ted was mostly interested in LEARNING. He wanted to learn about everyone around him, about magic, about their history. Also studied his ass off, and was at the top of his class. 

As a person, Ted was always KIND, a nice guy to his very core. But he was also COLD, somehow used to dulling his emotions, his senses, his heart ( he really is his father’s son, isn’t he? ). Instead focusing on other people - their hardship, their emotions, how can he help? He got used to always PUTTING HIMSELF LAST early on, already as a young child, so it was hardly any different at Hogwarts.

Definitively sneaked into the kitchen a couple times a week (and definitively found the house elf situation mortifying too, lbr).

Ted was of the conviction that if he tried hard enough - he could MAKE FRIENDS with anyone. Never met a stranger. Unfortunately that wasn’t quite the case, and he became the target of BULLIES during his first four years at the school. Ted always gave as good as he got though, quickly finding where his kindness ended - and where something darker began.

Had a pretty CAREFREE HOGWARTS EXPERIENCE, overall though? Mostly stayed in his own lane, studied a lot, went to parties, probably read every book in the library. Made a lot of friends but also some enemies. 

AFTER HOGWARTS / PERSONALITY:

Ted graduated with top marks, but had no further great ambitions beyond that. The dream was to open up a BAKERY, run it for a few years, and then move on to the next big thing.  He’s a firm believer in that there is a certain science to the perfect cake - that it takes more than a recipe. He’s also a firm believer in getting to know people, and what better way to do that than over cake, right?

Unfortunately, the war looming on the horizon pulled him in another direction. So after Hogwarts, he studied to become a healer, a work that although meaningful, never really excited him. So he worked at St Mungos for a couple of years, and did what he had always done. Stitched people up, put them back together. Completely detached from what he was doing, everything just felt like PRETEND. He perfected his bedside manner, a false smile always resting on his lips. He pretended not to notice when someone’s dark mark slipped. Everyone’s the same, to Ted, when he’s working. He doesn’t differentiate between the sinners and the saints, the good and the bad. 

After two years at St Mungos, he had a sudden change of heart, and made a swift career change. Hospital was changed in for the battle field as he became a MEDIWIZARD. 

And suddenly, he found himself in the center of the storm. Quickly patching people up, dodging spells, finding body parts. Somehow he finds himself always covered in someone’s blood. Sometimes it’s his own.

10000% uses muggle techniques out in the field too! If it works, why shouldn’t he? 

He only works in the medical field because of NECESSITY. He has no great aspirations to become a high level healer, and the job itself doesn’t draw him in. Though being in the field gets his heart racing, it’s not something he particularly enjoys and he mostly just does it because he wants to HELP. Can’t stand seeing all this mayhem, all this pain. It’s in his very nature to want to pick up the pieces, it doesn’t matter who it is. Ted grew up in an environment where he was the constant fixer of things, the glue that kept the family together, the little diplomat. That never changed.

What did change however was his DRIVE! Over the years, Ted has grown more and more DETACHED from what he does, what he sees. It’s incredibly hard to stay gentle in the society he lives in ( where a large group of people want to see him dead ), so Ted has grown more and more closed off. His heart is still made of gold, but he’s detaching himself from it. Coldness seeping into his bones, his blood. He hasn’t realized it himself, but he stopped properly caring a long time ago. He’s so tired.

LISTEN! These days, the only thing that Ted really, really cares about is his family!! Can you blame him? People want to kill him for who he is and meanwhile all he’s trying to do is save people :/// damn it :///

OKAY SO - let’s talk about THE ORDER!!! Ted helps out, when he can. But he doesn’t directly involve himself in their business, because 1) he suspects that some of his wife’s family members are death eaters, and he doesn’t want to do that to her / to have to fight his extended family. 2) Ted is definitively not a fighter - he’s the fixer, the healer, the guy you go to when you have a problem you can’t quite figure out on your own. 

Aligning himself with a side thus doesn’t feel quite right to him, since he’s out in the field, trying to remain objective, trying to help people on both sides. Not saying it isn’t a challenge, but homeboy is trying!

SO ----- Ted is a big old SOFTIE with a heart of gold. He embodies kindness down to his very core, and there usually isn’t a mean bone in his body. His name suits him well --- Ted is a teddy bear.

Ted is also incredibly TIRED. Years of working right in the middle of the war has taken its toll on him, and he’s getting fed up with all of it, tbh. Not that he’d ever say so. 

At this point though, Ted is starting to become more and more RESERVED, because as a medic, he has seen the things people do to each other, the things they are capable of. It makes him sick, and he’s growing increasingly detached from the people around him because of it.

Though guarded, Ted is pretty OUTGOING still! He just doesn’t let anyone (except for his wife!!!!) too close, anymore. Prefers to keep everyone at a distance. Ted has buried a lot of his friends and he’s getting pretty tired of that too. :/

Ted is so nice that he can be sort of INDULGENT? Lets people get away with a lot, and is overly permissive / forgiving & lenient at a great personal cost.

Also very SELF SACRIFICING. Puts EVERYONE before himself, always. It’s a problem.

Total OVERANALYZER and occasional overthinker. Typical Ravenclaw.

But also very easy going - literally the most chill guy ever. For better or for worse.

Try getting a rise out of this man!!!! You can’t!!! You could literally spit in his face and he’d just wipe it off and continue on with what he was doing. He does not give a single fuck - his skin is made of steel.

Tip: insult his wife / daughter and he might crack!!!

Can be incredibly APATHETIC!! Every now and then, the light in his eyes goes out, flickers and fades, and his usually SOFT HEART grows cold.

With that said, you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ted’s hatred. It’s very rare, but absolutely SEETHING. Ted’s a patient guy. He can wait until the moment is right to strike back, ya feel.

Ted is sort of OBSESSIVE. Especially with the idea of fixing things ---- putting things back together. It stems from his childhood ( which I talked about earlier ). He’s a problem solver, a chronic fixer, a helper. He doesn’t know any other way to be, so he physically can’t stop himself from getting involved. 

In Ted’s mind, there is ALWAYS a solution. ALWAYS. Hence why he is taking this war so hard. He can’t solve a whole war, but he’s having a hard time coming to terms with that. Unfortunately, logic and reason can’t fix this. SUCKS.

[ PTSD tw:// ] Ted is slowly developing PTSD. He is ALWAYS there for the worst parts of the war and its aftermath. He has seen so much. So the nightmares never stop - at this point, they continue when he wakes up too.

In chaotic / dangerous situations, Ted just SHUTS DOWN. Acts on auto pilot. Becomes incredibly stoic, calm, lifeless. Phlegmatic to a fault.

Currently, Ted is mostly just done. #over this war!!

OTHER STUFF:

Definitively a vegetarian!!

Favorite color is green.

LOVES cooking and is lowkey an experimental chef? Likes seeing what happens when he adds stuff together.

But leans more towards baking!!! He’s still chasing that perfect cake. There’s a chemical reaction out there, somewhere, that he WILL find. Give him time!

Very Dad!! Loves Dora SO much. Wants to change the world for her.

Quietly teaching Dora math and science at home. Also slowly introducing her to muggle history and muggle technology and muggle music. It’s important to Ted that Dora knows where she comes from. That there is nothing wrong with who she is ( who they are ).

On that note, Ted cares so much about math and science! He loves anything that just makes sense. To this day, Ted will still read science books and magazines. 

LOVES animals and is so good with them too, which he learned when he worked his grandmother’s muggle farm as a teenager !!

Would... adopt ten dogs and five cows if he could.... someone hook this man up....

Doesn’t drink alcohol... yet. Doesn’t want to turn into his dad. I may do something with that later.

Wears a lot of washed out jeans and rolling stones shirts.

[meltlilies]

i’d probably still love you with your hands around my neck.

chapter i: the calm before the storm

percy and vax don’t have a perfect relationship, but they’re working on it.

they swear.

(they’re just very bad about the whole, being in a relationship thing.)

on ao3

perc’ildan, friends with benefits that quickly becomes almost lovers then vax wanting percy’s fucking head to lovers for real after some character death (tm), multichapter. warnings for it being nsfw and it’s gonna get a little dodgy later on, tags will be added accordingly. 

also, most importantly, written because it’s all @sneakattxck‘s fucking fault. i hate u bec, but i also love u

Percy and Vax have always had the strangest of relationships in Vox Machina, which is saying something when Grog and Scanlan’s favorite pastime is to go get laid together. Friends one moment, then ready to start a fight the next (well mostly Vax) and back to laughing once more.

But things start getting stranger between them after they arrive back from Vasselheim, before everything goes to hell.

-

Quietly, Vax had broken off what might have been with Gilmore, finally getting the courage--ironic, for the first person to jump into a fight--to be honest and speak with Keyleth about his feelings for her.

Needless to say, it doesn't go well. She tries to let him down gently, but her gentleness towards nature still has yet to to translate to talking with actual people; he's not mad, really, just a little sad. Mostly for hurting Shaun, but he won't run back and take back what he did. God knows he could do better than a man who does nothing but almost get himself killed whenever there's a serious battle.

More than anything else, he's upset with himself. He rarely opens up like this and he managed to fuck up his relationship with two of his favorite people in the period of a few days. Next, he’ll make his own twin want to shoot an arrow between his eyes.

(But, he knows Vex would never hate him. That much is a comfort.)

-

Percival Frederickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III rarely gets truly drunk--the best word for what happens is probably, pardon his language, shitfaced--on Vox Machina’s excursions in the various taverns and pubs around Emon or anywhere else they're currently staying.

But tonight is a special occasion. For they’ve just come back from Vasselheim and his heart is in more pieces than before they left; it's petty and stupid to be so childishly heartbroken over seeing Vex with someone that isn't him, but all the same he's upset. He can't blame her for being smitten over their new, dragon slaying friend and comrade as a result of the Slayer’s Take, for Zahra is a lot of woman to handle--she's got a tail for fuck’s sake--and Vex loves nothing more than to have her hands full of everything she can enjoy.

Percy is thankful he has the right mind about him not to say a word about his own crush, and instead remains her closest friend. It's enough.

Yet, all the same, he's delightfully and very drunk as he saunters--even barely able to walk properly, a de Rolo still must have a modicum of grace about him--over to Vax, brooding in the corner.

“Vax’ildan!” Percy practically falls over and knocks the table forward. “Come, join me! Have some fun!”

“I think you need to walk it off, Freddie--” Percy makes a rather displeased face, obviously not enjoying the nickname. “--We still need to walk all the way back to Greyskull and or another bar.” And knowing how much Pike and Grog could take, they’ll be out until nearly first light.

“Then, I believe you should personally escort me back home.” The point is emphasized when Percy narrowly avoids falling over while sitting down. “Keep me out of trouble.” That makes Vax roll his eyes, and give a deep sigh.

“You are far more trouble sober, Percy.”

“I try very hard to be.” The white haired man smiles softly. “Be that as it may, I'd much like to get back before I do something I regret--” They both hear cheers from Keyleth and Grog about firewater, and that's motivation enough to leave. “--like that.”

“You make a fair point, let's head home, Whitey.” Percy makes another, more disappointed face, as they say their good nights and head out into the still bustling streets of Emon.

-

The keep is a good distance away from the middle of the city where their pub crawl landed them, but it's time enough for them both to sober up enough not to end up asleep on the side of the road; Percy sticks to Vax’s side like glue, almost hyper-aware of the fact that he's very there and looking out for him. The closeness isn't terrible--Percy barely makes it to his shoulders in height and leans on him as they walk--but the other man is eerily silent, almost lost in thought as they make their way back.

It isn't until he's at Percy’s door, that he finally speaks up.

“…You should stay a while.” It doesn't come out nearly as confident as he'd intended--mostly due to the fact that he was relying on liquid courage and only ended up rather drunk and incoherent until they'd made their way back--but it is genuine; Vax gives him a look, halfway between confusion and curiosity.

“Well I do live here, so I plan to.”

“No, with me. In my room. ” He really doesn't want to so clearly state his intentions, but…

“I get it.” What I don't get is why you dragged me back here. “I thought you didn't want to do anything you'd regret.” This isn't like you, Percy.

“I assure you that you aren't something I'd regret doing, Vax.”

“ Someone's been spending too much time around Scanlan. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to seduce me.” And doing a miserable job of it, but he’ll give the man the benefit of the doubt.

“No, what I'm trying to do is a little more…simple.” Percy rubs the back of his neck, and leans against the door of his bedroom, trying to find the right words; he probably should've had a little less if he was going to try and make a more convincing proposal. “The others might not be back for quite a while and, well, we’re alone here sans the hired help…”

(God, don't make him say it out loud, he’ll seem desperate. Well, he is but he's a man of pride.)

“You…cannot be serious.” The half elf tangles his fingers in his own bangs, half mystified and half ready to smack the other in the mouth. “You're asking, me of all people, to f--”

“In many more words that are trying desperately to be a little more subtle.” There's a genuine blush that comes to his cheeks. “It's the first time in weeks we’ve really had a free moment to ourselves, after all.”

“Why not ask Grog or Scanlan,” Or literally anyone else who doesn't want to occasionally want to smack you upside the head for being dumb for someone so smart.“Who probably are more partial to the idea of a fling?”

“Do you want me to break ?” That gets a good laugh out of the both of them, at the very least. “I don’t know what’s worse, him actually breaking me in two or finding out whatever he hide under that glorified loincloth of his.” More laughter. “God knows where, what and who Scanlan’s been in.”

“I’m sure, either way, it’d be a good tavern story.” Another chuckle. “Now, please tell me you’ve been joking.”

“I-I’m afraid not. I’m always quite serious on this.” Vax looks Percy in the eyes, studying his expression carefully; having a bit of fun during a night of drinking is one thing, but he knows one thing about the man: he never deigns to suggest something like this unless he’s thought it over and over again. “Just not necessarily coming out quite right at the moment. I still would enjoy spending the night with you--if you’d let me.”

There’s a nagging feeling in the back of the raven haired man’s mind, that he can’t quite place, but he ignores it. Oh why not. He can’t help but indulge this, honestly, it’s a win-win. And fucking with Mr. Calm, Cool and Collected is a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all.

“Alright.” He puts up a finger before the shorter man can speak. “I’m going to take off my armor and put away the rest of the arsenal for the night. You do the same, and I will be back in fifteen minutes; if you’re still conscious by then, we’ll have a good time.” Percy simply nods, and they go off to their respective rooms.

Needless to say, Percy undresses himself a little more frantically than he probably needs to, but he still takes his time to fix up the place a bit--it’s bare, unsurprisingly, seeing as what he owned were tools for the most part and they were all downstairs where they belonged--even though it’s pitch black and he has no plans to put on any lights, he still feels slightly awkward. No one comes in his room for the most part, unless it’s for a favor or they're heading out for another adventure, so inviting someone inside felt so foreign and--

Ugh, he’s overthinking this.

Sure, he’s never done this before but it’s just an urge. Just roll with it if Vax actually takes him up on the offer and hope he isn’t particularly embarrassing throughout.

The quietest of footsteps interrupt his thoughts--it’s a miracle that he hears anything at all, but the rogue lets himself be heard when he wants to be, after all--and he almost jumps out of his skin because oh god this is really really happening . He nearly turns on his heels, but Vax is already behind him.

“You don’t need to try and sneak up on me, you know. I invited you here.”

“And miss you getting spooked? Never.” Vax lazily rests his head on Percy’s shoulder--he has to scooch down a bit, it strikes him funny--before his hands, ahem, wander a bit. “Now, just to double check, you’re sure about this?”

“Very.” A shudder goes down his spine, as Vax undoes the buttons on his vest, before tugging at and untucking his undershirt. “You needn’t worry so much, I’m not a fragile flower. I don’t break easy.”

“We’ll see about that, soon enough.” The half-elf simply grins, mentally noting that he should definitely go on and test that claim right away; his fingers gently graze across the bare bit of skin now exposed, and Percy practically falls into the man behind him, a soft gasp escaping his lips. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

“Stop being a tease, and fuck me already.” There’s a mix of irritation and impatience in his voice, and the slightest hint of begging. Vax quite likes that last part.

“What happened to subtlety, dear Percival?”

“I believe it went out the door when you so kindly started undressing me.”

“That, is me merely being helpful. However, this--” There's a small gasp as Vax’s hand moves over the crotch of the others pants, gingerly groping him through the fabric. “--is more like it.” There's but a quiet, but approving, moan of agreement. It continues for a few, arduous moments, before the white haired man is turned around, and slowly moved back towards his own bed. Vax, brings a finger to his lips before pushing him down onto the bed; despite the darkness in the room, Percy watches in what can only be described as awe, as he feels the weight of the other man on top of him, straddling his hips. There’s the ghost of a sentence on his tongue as he feels his glasses being taken off, and gently hears them being placed on his nightstand. How considerate.

Now there’s hands at his throat, deftly undoing the knot of his ascot, and Percy finally feels his body relax a little bit--until he feels the soft silk being tied around hiseyes. There’s a distinct moment of panic before his common sense kicks in as he realizes that he already can’t see due to how dark it is and his now missing glassesand that he’s mildly into wherever this is starting to go. His hands start to wander, gently resting on the other’s hips, not daring to push any boundaries without permission.

(The white haired man really doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in this position, really, so he’s just going to follow Vax’s lead and hope he doesn’t make a fool of himself.)

“Relax, Percival. You're not going to enjoy it when you look like you're being put to the sword.” It's amusing that the person who specifically asked for this encounter was the one all tense about it; there's a moment where Vax wonders if Percy’s in the dark--more than literally--on the whole intimacy thing, but he doesn't linger on the idea. “Just, for once in your life, don't think about it.”

“Easy for you to say.” He grimaced, before smirking. “You're the very best at not thinking sometim--” He's cut off by fingers tangling into and pulling on his hair. Oops.

“You know, I was going to go easy on you but you've so kindly changed my mind.” Vax doesn't let another word get out as his lips crash into Percy’s, and pushes the man under him forcefully on his back; the kiss is more teeth than lips, more(feigned) anger than passion, but it does the trick as the quiet is only broken by the soft sounds of lips on lips, and quieter moans occasionally escaping the gunslinger’s mouth.

One of the rogue’s hands releases from the other’s hair, and attempts to undo the buttons on Percy’s shirt, before just ripping at it until the distinct sound of buttons hitting the floor are heard and a soft, annoyed, groan comes soon after. His lips further down now that the pale skin is exposed, and Percy finally gets a breath of air after what felt like hours of being kissed. It takes a few moment, but he manages to get enough bearing to start taking off both his own shirt that is so lovingly ruinednow, and attempts to get Vax’s shirt off; it’s a miserable and futile effort before he keeps getting pushed down again and a again, so he gives up and settles for sliding his hands further downward, lingering at the waistband of the man’s pants.

There's a not even a moment of hesitation this time, as Percy’s calloused fingers trace the outline of the other’s hips--the skin is soft, and he has restrain the urge to take his fingernails across it--and he realizes there's, ahem, something missing from this picture.

Oh, Vax’ildan , you’re terrible.

He's about to do something, but the thought is all too quickly thrown from his mind as he is painfully reminded of how inexplicably, and uncomfortably turned on he currently is; the transient friction he's able to get with the man on top of his isn't enough to satisfy him, so his hands squeeze between his and Vax’s hot bodies, trying to feel for the belt of his pants. His hand is grabbed (well more like, smacked) before he can make any real headway, however. The weight on his body shifts, ever so purposefully, before he feels hands undoing his belt, and then the buttons on his pants.

There’s a sigh of relief, the unpleasant pressure on his aching, burning--he’s suddenly very glad that his eyes are bound, because he doesn’t think he can properly handle whatever look there is in the rogue’s eyes as he fully undresses him; all that he hopes is that he everything but disappointed, but the feeling of hands on his body reassures him that he shouldn’t worry too much.

As he feels Vax get off of him entirely, he sits up, and undoes the knot of the fabric around his eyes, and is reminded of oh so very naked he is.

Completely exposed.

And he can see the faintest silhouette of the other man’s slowly undressing body, and he’s suddenly really mad he can’t see in the dark. The atmosphere is perfect, and he really doesn’t want to ruin that with a light or two but this isn’t nearly as fun when he can’t see shit.

“Vax?”

“Yes?”

“Mind if I, uh, light a candle? I’d very much like to, ahem, see you.” He coughs. “Or anything, for that matter.” There’s a small amused noise that gets closer as he feels the weight on his mattress shift, and then there is the smallest bit of light from his nightstand; the dim light illuminates the both of their faces, and it’s a bit overwhelming to see that Vax is closer than he originally thought to him, and his hair is down, framing his face and, and--

“You are painfully beautiful.” He manages to get out, putting his glasses on again to get a better picture. He really didn’t account for the near chill down his spine that seeing Vax would give him, but he’s genuinely--and pleasantly--surprised.

“Flattery, Percival, will get you everywhere--if you hadn’t already gotten to where you want to be already.” He raises a finger, and gives Percy a small tap on the nose. “If you’re a mess now, you’re going to break in a bit.” That makes all the blood in the white haired man’s head rush to his cheeks (and elsewhere, obviously).

“O-oh.” Percival de Rolo you are in over your fucking head. “...I have no idea what to do here, honestly.” Smooth, asshole.

“Just follow my lead, and for the love of god, stop thinking .” It’s not fun if Percy is so self-conscious it stops him from enjoying this little fling. He pulls the both of them into a kiss--this time he feels hands tangle in his own hair and he smiles--less hesitant and a little more frantic due to the contact of skin against skin; they push down onto the bed again, a little louder than before, all worries about being caught lost in each other’s embrace for the moment.

Percy is gentle, fingers tracing the outline of Vax’s body and careful not to do anything out of line just yet; the closeness alone is enough to satiate his hunger for now, even though he desperately wants to go further (Vax is being a bit of tease and as fun as it is, he just wants to get off at some point tonight).

However, Vax is an asshole.

His nails rake across the soft--but occasionally scarred--skin of Percy’s back, leaving red marks that smart and bleed just ever so faintly that it makes the white haired man flinch and proceed to dig his (finely manicured and rather sharp) nails into the half elf’s ass. It continues for a few more breaths, before Vax is satisfied with his own handiwork and one of his hands moves between both of their bodies and his fingers hover over his prize, hesitantly.

“You okay? We could stop here, if you’d like.” Percy’s breathing a bit heavily, and he’s not sure if it’s in a good way or not quite yet.

“ Please .” It’s genuine begging now, whatever little bit of pride that was stopped him before is gone with his clothing. “I appreciate the consideration, but you’re killing me here. I haven’t the stamina to do this forever, you know.”

Vax just nods, his fingers gingerly wrapping around Percy’s length and he strokes, gently, slowly and carefully to gauge the other’s expression--and it’s pure bliss. It’s second only to the twins sneaking into his workshop while he’s tinkering away at a new idea and there’s a certain satisfaction (almost like he’s won a prize) in knowing that he’s the cause. It’s barely a few seconds before he has to slow his pace even further lest he finish things a little too quickly for either of their liking.

Vax reaches over the side of the bed, quickly looking for his long forgotten clothing and searching his pants for what he’d originally gone to his room to get in the first place; there’s a moment of confusion when he puts it beside the two of them, but it clicks into place soon enough for Percy, and he awkwardly waits for some sort of instruction on what he should do other than be very confused (and turned on, but that’s a given by now). He adjusts their positions a bit, before speaking once more.

“Now, I really need you to relax, or this will be...difficult.”

“Just be gentle, for I am a fragile blossom in the wind, dear.” He feels a playful and gentle smack across his face, and he smiles. “Leaving me beyond repair is going to be far more of a challenge to explain in the morning.”

“Please go back to begging and moaning so I don’t regret not using your scarf to cover something else , de Rolo.” He sighs, and pulls them back into another kiss, more of a distraction as he works on loosening up the other man just a bit; there’s a few surprised noises that come out of him in the process, but he’s cooperative enough that it only takes a few moments of coaxing before he can pull away satisfied. Vax takes a moment to stare at Percy a bit, and smiles a bit. “You’re quite the catch yourself, I hope you know.” He doesn’t even get a word out of the other man, because Percy immediately turns his head to hide the flush that’s come in full force to his face once again.

Vax takes the initiative, pulling Percy closer to him, getting ready to--well he was getting ready for something, but the pounding of footsteps down the hall stops the both of them in their tracks. They look to each other for a moment, trying to wordlessly figure out what the hell they should do in this situation. Percy just presses his index finger to his lips as there’s the lightest rapping on the bedroom door, before it opens, ever so slightly.

(The candle next to them is blown out, Vax slides down onto the other side of the bed and Percy throws )

“Ah, Percy? You still awake?” It’s Pike, bless her heart.

“Just about to go to bed, actually. Is everyone finally back for the night?”

“Yeah! Most of them already passed out, and Vex was worried about the two of you after you left earlier…and Vax isn’t anywhere I looked.”

“He went for a walk a little while ago, I believe. He should be back soon.” He smiles when he sees her face peek through the door. “Make sure to drink some water before you go rest, you all were going pretty hard earlier.” It’s a genuine concern, and there’s a reminder that he should take his own advice after he’s done with his, ahem, work here. She laughs a little bit, nodding.

“Well, tell him on his walk back up from under your bed, that this’ll be a secret between the three of us until you want me to say otherwise.” She smiles, an all too knowing look in her eyes as she walks away and closes the door. Percy all too often forgets, how genuinely terrifying how the little cleric can and will be...well, so long as she doesn’t say a word (and she won’t, secrets are best kept with Pike, after all) it should be fine.

“You going to hide under my bed all night, or am I going to have to drag you out?” There’s the sound of someone very loudly banging their head, and Vax emerges once more.

“Why are there multiple guns under your bed?”

“In case of emergency. I’m not going to put it under my pillow like a madman.” Percy shrugs in the direction of where he hears the other’s voice coming from. Vax laughs, and makes his way onto the bed once more, and under the covers with Percy; if they’re going to get caught again, might as well spare everyone the full picture.

They get back in the rhythm they were trying to keep before--there’s a couple of very loud, panicked noises that come out of Percival as they try at first, and Vax has to cover his mouth a couple times--slow, but steady enough that they’re both enjoying it.

(It’s been a long time since Vax was with anyone, so he has to pace himself with someone who’s never been with anyone, it seems. That, and he doesn’t want to try and explain too much as to why the other man is limping tomorrow morning.)

“Vax, please , slow down a bit--I’m not going to last--” Percy’s breaths and words are ragged, and with each movement it’s taking every bit of his already fragile stamina not to ruin his bedsheets this very moment; only Percival de Rolo , would fucking worry about having to explain to the servants why his sheets were suddenly in  dire need of cleaning after a secret tryst with his comrade, get a grip man.

“Are you really sure you want me to slow down?” There’s not even a hint of teasing in his voice this time, as he stops entirely in his tracks and Percy shudders noticeably beneath him, taking in a few shallow breaths.

“...Maybe not. This is--” He looks up at the shadow that he guesses is Vax, he can’t see anything now that they blew their only light out, trying to focus through the haze that his thoughts have become over the course of the night. “--A lot more, stimulation than I’m used to.” Mental is what he lives for, yes, but all this touching and contact is a bit much all at once, but all the same it’s nice to feel so wanted, even if it’s only for a night. “It's still good, don't doubt that much.”

“The fact I've managed to silence the man of a thousand carefully thought out words for a night is all the reassurance I'll ever need.” There's a shift, and he feels the other kissing him once more, this time all the more tender and genuinely affectionate; it’s distracting enough that they start moving together once more, even as there’s the smallest of protests coming from Percy, quiet and half hearted enough that he quickly gives up.

They stay like that for a few minutes, pace slower and gentler for the sake of the fragile flower that is Percival de Rolo all of a sudden, but impatience takes hold of Vax’ildan as he pulls away from a still frazzled and now mildly confused Percy; he gets up on his elbows to look vaguely in the direction of Vax’s face, but the feeling of a hand starting to stroke him quickly freezes him in place, unable to say whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

In a fraction of a section he lets out the quietest moan of pleasure, before moving his head forward at the precisely most terrible moment, before getting an eyeful of, well, himself.

The room is eerily silent for a few ticks, both a little unsure what exactly to say.

(Moreso Percy, because Vax is just contemplating what smartass comment he’s about to make to someone who just did that .)

“Always hitting your mark, eh?”

“Please don’t say anything else.”

“Had your eye on the prize there, did you?”

“Ugh, get me something to get--” He angrily waves one of his hands a bit. “-- this off of my face.” He would be fine with the whole situation sans the last couple of seconds, but it fades from his mind when Vax gently cleans his face well enough that he can calm down and fall back into the bed once more, relishing in the afterglow, if only for a moment.

It takes a moment for it to hit Percy that Vax is, most likely, not done with him for the night and it sends a chill down his spine; it’s a very attractive offer indeed, but he somehow doubt he’ll be able to really keep up.

“Ready for round two, De Rolo, or do you keep to sleep it off already?” The moonlight manages to hit Vax’s face enough to highlight his smirk, and Percy just gives him a defiant look--he’s not losing this (is it even a competition? Why is he so angry about it?) in the least.

(Needless to say, though, he’s the one having to bite his pillow an hour later, so all of Vox Machina isn’t woken by the screams of an overwhelmingly pleased man.)

-

Morning comes far too quickly for Percy, the bright rays of the sun hitting him right in the pupils as he comes to a very tired and groggy semblance of consciousness, his body strewn in an awkward sleeping pose now that they other person he’d shared it with was long gone. There’s a feeling of frustration in that Vax hadn’t even stood long enough to give him a good morning--he reminds himself that people don’t usually stay the night if they’re just doing to do that--but he shrugs it off as he feels a bit of paper crunch beneath his head.

“How kind, he left a note at least…” He grabs behind him, pulling on his glasses--wait, he doesn’t remember taking them off, or...much of the second half of the night, for that matter--and reading it.

It’s in Elven.

Asshole.

Had a wonderful night, Freddie. Don’t try getting up too fast in the morning or I’ll have to call the good doctor for you. - V

He almost wants to roll his eyes, but even moving a little too fast to put the note in his bedside table sends his hungover and exhausted head for a loop and he has to take a moment to steady himself enough to get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast and...multiple cups of very strong coffee.

The stairs aren’t too precarious once he’s woken up a bit--well, his ass hurts a bit, but that’s a given and should be fine if he doesn’t sit too long--and he makes his way to a room of equally hungover people, along with Grog who’s right as rain.

(Vax isn’t there at the moment, and he’s a bit thankful. He’s not sure

He gets a cup of coffee and sits down with a wince, before anyone says a word.

“You left rather early last night, you missed out on all the fun!” Keyleth throws an arm around Percy’s shoulders, still her bubbly self in spite of everything. “Grog and I got in a fight with a mercenary with a big lizard and…” Percy only half pays attention, sipping on his coffee and actively avoiding eye contact with Pike across the table, with a piercing look of approval that genuinely concerns him.

She simply nods at him, and he knows she’s not going to say anything but it’s still a bit, embarrassing to have someone else know about this.

At least it’s not, like, Grog who would scream it at the top of his lungs for years to come and Percy would have to change his name, move to Marquet and find a new life only to be tracked down again never to live it down all over again.

The morning continues on, with a reenactment of last night with wild shapes and all, and still no sign of Vax for breakfast--Percy isn’t sure if that’s a good or a bad sign as of yet, but he’ll simply talk to the man later on if necessary.

If he could find him, of course, that’s the fun part.

-

It’s evening now, and Percy is fine tuning the recoil of Bad News--when they had the carpet, he was nearly flung off of it and a weapon is worthless if it’s gonna kill him on his perch--in his workshop, when he hears quiet footsteps again, and he didn’t even move to look at Vax, until he’s sitting beside him on the bench.

“Hello, Percival. Feeling alright?” Percy has to stop his work, what it Vax laying his head on his good shoulder.

“I should ask you the same thing, I haven’t seen you all day.” There’s no malice in his voice. “Was I so bad I scared you off?”

“Nah, I was just sleeping until later than you. I didn’t leave for an hour or two after you fell asleep, anyway.” Percy has to look away, the slightest blush coming to his face at the idea of Vax checking up on him. It’s endearing at the very least. “Nevertheless, I came down here to make a proposition to you, involving our bit of fun from last night.”

“Oh?”

“How about we make that a...regular thing. No dating or anything, but if you or I are in the mood at night, we could just stroll on over to each other’s rooms when no one’s looking and be quiet about everything…” Vax is so surprisingly nonchalant about it all, he catches Percy off guard for a moment. “And Pickle ain’t gonna say a word, she pinky promised me.”

“P-pinky promised?” He loves Pike dearly, but whatever friendship she and Vax had could be straight up strange sometimes. “What, between you, her and Sarenrae that she wouldn’t give us up?”

“Yes, actually. She even said she’d heal up the mess that your back is at the moment.” A gentle pat makes Percy wince a little, reminding him of all the scratches that are currently smarting, only occasionally. “Win-win, yeah?”

Percy has to study Vax’s expression for a solid minute or two, wondering if he’s being serious or not; he’s been on the end of many a prank of the half elf’s in the past year and change of knowing him, but he seems serious enough.

“So long as this is our little secret, Vax.”

“As long as you keep it, Freddie.”

“Alright, on the condition you stop fucking calling me that , it’s very not sexy.” Percy grimaces, it’s his father’s name for god’s sake. “I’ll even let you properly tie me up next time.”

“Oooh, you drive a hard bargain, Percival.” There’s a hungry look in Vax’s eyes as he says that, and Percy is slightly concerned (read: the tiniest kind of turned on and almost a little terrified) but all for it.

“Shake on it?”

“Absolutely.” They shake, and Vax awkwardly looks around for a moment, before speaking again. “So, what if we….right here…”

“We are not fucking in my workshop.”

[teiranlavellan]

Leliana’s Scouts vs Cullen’s Soldiers

@dadrunkwriting

@thevikingwoman Thank you for the prompt!

I actually got to write the rest of them and it was so much fun!  (My own writing is chronological, we don’t have anyone except for Cass, Solas, Varric and the Advisors).

Their camp was nearly packed, but Blackwall and Teiran were still staring at the poorly concealed bundles of gathered herbs, mined obsidian with the superfluous weapons and armor.  Teiran held three books in her crossed arms as she rose from her squat next to the burly warrior and began pacing.  Again.

“Can we really afford to spend more time on this than we already have?  Everything has made it back to Skyhold safely so far after all.”  Blackwall reasoned, hoping his soothing tone would encourage a resolution.

Teiran stopped pacing, hugged the books in her arms tighter, and shook her head resolutely.  “These have to make it back, Blackwall.  They have to.  What if someone else finds it before they can get to it?  We hide them the same way every time.  What if bandits have been watching us hide it the same way every time?”

“I think you are overthinking this.”  Blackwall grumbled.

The Dalish elf’s pacing had taken her out onto a ledge, away from the camp. She frowned into the dark, overcast sky resolutely.  The rest of the Inquisition’s inner circle only had to glance at her posture and expression before putting down their packs and settling in for the inevitable discussion.  Except for Cole, who had disappeared, which surprised no one.

Sera nosily padded through the mud over to Teiran, throwing her arms around her neck.  Teiran jumped, being brought out of her thoughts with a sudden grip around her neck startling her.  “Sera! Please stop doing that!”  Teiran huffed.

“You’re waaay too easy, you know tha’?”  Sera commented and then broke into a fit of giggles at the possible innuendo of her phrase. “But then you’re not tho right?  Cause you aren’t rubbing bits so you’re actually hard.  Too hard lady bits.  We need to work on that . . . ”

“Oh, honestly, does every conversation with you have to be about my personal life?”  Teiran tried to break Sera’s grip, but also keep a solid hold of the books in one arm.

The rest of the Inquisition watched the scene with varied expressions.  They had been traveling together long enough to be moderately acquainted with each other, however Vivienne’s beautiful face still shot daggers over at Sera.  Dorian sighed dramatically; shaking his head and watching the scene play out with moderate amusement.  And Solas became very interested in the ground under his feet.

“No wait!  I’ve got an answer for ya.  You should let me do it.”  Sera proposed, still holding the Inquisitor under her arm.

“Do what?  Let go of me!”  Teiran insisted.

Sera let her pull away, “Pfft.  Hide the stuff of course!  Come on, Your Worship.  No baddie will ever be able to find it once I’m done.”

Teiran rolled her eyes, “That’s it though, Sera.  The Inquisition soldiers need to be able to find it tomorrow.”

“I could write where Sera hides it when I send my report to Scout Harding.” Cassandra offered tersely.  She and Blackwall sat next to each other, their shared impatience growing with each stroke of oiled rag on armor.  Varric and the Iron Bull exchanged an intrigued glance.

Varric’s smooth voice wound its way to where Sera and Teiran stood, “But then what if your messages become waylaid Seeker—”

Cassandra interrupted him, “Then we have a lot more to worry about than resources.”

“Still, it would be a shame . . . How about I write a message to go along with your report?  Clues as to where the treasure is hidden.”  Varric smiled wickedly.

 Sera was literally bouncing in place, shouting in Teiran’s ears with excitement.  While Varric smiled at the effect of his words.

Teiran covered her ears and ducked away from Sera’s exclamations.  The camp stirred with the prospect, all eyes watching their leader for her decision. 

Teiran looked at her books, then at Sera’s buzzed expression, then over to Varric’s mischievous smile.

“They have to be able to find them, Varric.”  Teiran ruled.

Sera punched her fist in the air, grabbed Teiran’s books, then ran headlong back to Blackwall’s pile of resources.

“Bull, keep Sera from hurting herself or my books. And Blackwall, make sure this doesn’t get out of hand please.”  Teiran delegated, trying to ensure success.

The massive Qunari cracked a smile, “Whatever you say boss.”  Teiran smiled back, she knew he would have helped regardless.

She met Blackwall’s gaze, smiling apologetically.  Teiran knew she needed someone to balance out the enthusiasm, but asking Cassandra, Solas, Dorian, Vivienne or Cole would have made them miserable.  Blackwall sighed resignedly, “Alright then.”

 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Josephine Montilyet rolled the message from Scout Harding, an easy task since the scroll had been damp and then dried on its journey from Crestwood to Skyhold.  Josephine placed her initials on the back of the scroll, placing it atop her pyramid of similarly marked ones.  However, instead of reaching for another unread one, she continued to gaze speculatively at Harding’s message.

Along with the list of resources and weapons the Inquisition had gained so far with Teiran’s foray into Crestwood, the intrepid Scout Harding had also included the tally of caches found by both sides.

Josephine’s eyebrows furrowed and she placed her chin in her palm.  Her other hand picked up her quill unconsciously and twirled it as she contemplated the scroll.  She noticed her ink-smeared fingers too late, apparently she had dipped the quill in ink without consciously meaning too either.  “I wish the Inquisitor would call an end to this.  It may boost morale in the short term, but we need everyone to work together as the Inquisition.”  Josephine thought at the offending scroll.

The door to her study creaked open only halfway before Leliana had slipped quietly inside.  She was settling herself in the plush armchair next to the fire by the time the door closed of its own accord.

The Diplomat eyed the innocent looking, redhead as she gazed into her teacup. As a matter of pride and necessity, Josephine always had a steaming kettle and tea at the ready.  She felt it part of her duty to the Inquisition to be ready to entertain guests whenever they dropped by; and in truth she enjoyed maintaining that perception of her.  However, Leliana’s nonchalant demeanor did not fool her.

“Good evening, Leliana.  I was just about to call for Aronhalaan, but since you’re here . . .” Josephine reached for the satchel behind her desk full of scrolls lacking Leliana’s characteristic swirl of lines she used to mark the scrolls she had read.  By the time she had retrieved the satchel, Leliana was in front of her desk, casually inspecting the pyramid of scrolls on her desk.

“It is good that Teiran is in Crestwood.  We are running low on Embrium.  Perhaps we should send word to Scout Harding to mark it as a priority?”  Leliana asked.

Josephine opened her mouth to retort when a knock interrupted her.  Her expression smoothed as she looked from Leliana to the door, “Come in.”  

Commander Cullen appeared in her office, closing the door gently behind him.  “Ah, we’re all here.  Good.”  Cullen observed awkwardly, still standing in the entryway.

Josephine sighed and beckoned him, “Please, have a seat Commander.  Leliana?”  She arched an eyebrow at her friend, warning her away from thoughts bent towards pilfering her messages.  

Leliana and Cullen sat in the two armchairs before the fire, watching as Josephine took the scroll off her desk.   She unfurled it as she stood with her back to the fireplace, rereading it hastily.

“Cullen’s soldiers, after searching every abandoned house in the area, found the last one in the rafters. Apparently, they crafted a rather large bird’s nest and I am told that the items were shaped like eggs.” Josephine explained, still staring at the message.

Leliana scowled, “We took the nest to be metaphoric. Poetic!”

Cullen relaxed, “Good thing my soldiers don’t overthink things.”  He lightly poked fun at the assumption that the scouts would outsmart his men.

“However, Leliana’s scouts found another two days ago disguised as stepping stones across a river.”  Josephine finished, revealing that the two competing parties were tied once again.

Leliana sat up and wore a small smile, “My scouts can spot deception wherever it may hide.”

Now it was Cullen’s turn to frown, “I take it one of the mages helped with that one.  Are they apart of this too?”

Josephine eyed the two of them, “This is ridiculous.  We should be working together, rather than competing with each other.”  Cullen and Leliana shared a glance before staring up at the ambassador.

“It’s good for morale.  Before this, I had to force the assignment on my men.  Following the Inquisitor to retrieve resources is not the most exciting or comfortable task on our list.  Now, they have formed squads and share the past puzzles to see if those who were not assigned can guess where the supplies were found.”  Cullen explained, bursting with pride for his soldiers.

“I have seen similar results among my scouts.  I see no harm in allowing it to continue.”  Leliana added.

Josephine eyed the two of them, “For now.  However, I would suggest that when we go to the Hissing Wastes that this become an exercise in compromise.  The squads should be mixed, both scouts and soldiers completing a mission together.”

Cullen thought a moment before gruffly replying, “Agreed.”

Leliana shrugged in compliance.

[vvakarians]

Less worry, more kissing: OC kiss week day 2, Emotional Kiss

For @orihharas !! ___________________________________________ Most days were simple enough, the dignitaries from Orlais hadn't come around in weeks, and those pesky Agents of Fen'harel had left well enough alone for a long time. Keeping up with the work wasn't hard at all, lately it had been finding Krie at any point not sitting on the edge of the battlements that was hard for Ari. The King, Queen, and Hero of Ferelden had left on some trip or another this particular day in question and their son hadn't shown up to tell them goodbye, which was odd. Recently he had been so good about voicing his emotions, so if something had been amiss....Ari tried not to think too much about it. Right now he had to do his rounds out front and make sure that the guards were in order for the day. With a hefty sigh the Orlesian elf tried to push back all of his worries and hauled himself up off the couch in his shared room with Krie. His thoughts could wait, or at least he supposed. Although as he passed by Stab Junior lying upon their desk, he couldn't help but notice all the parchment strewn about. The psuedodragon puffed smoke lazily when Ari approached and only quirked his head about when the elf seemed much more worried than before. Ari's pulse began to pound much too hard and he could feel the sweat bead up on his temple. Those papers were for the wedding. Tauriel and her soon to be son in law had been planning for a small ceremony to wed her son and himself. There had been a little worry as Krie could be extremely anxious about these sorts of things but when Ari had proposed he seemed all too happy.... Had he missed something perhaps? Ari's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Krie somewhere, overthinking, as he usually did. It could get fairly bad. Stab Junior squeaked in protest as Ari bolted for the door, barely able to drawn in breath while he clamored down all the sets of stairs, not even wincing when he ran into a bannister and almost knocked over a rather irate servant. All he had on his mind was Krie, who could be somewhere beside himself, and that only made Ari's own anxiety worsen. He launched himself down the last few stairs, catching a glimpse of the familiar white shock of hair and pointed ears of his lover just as he landed in the throne room. His ankles would be complaining later but it didn't matter. "Krie! Wait!" Ari shouted, stumbling towards the adopted prince, who turned around with a confused look. "Somethin' the matter, love?" he asked, eyebrows raised while Ari approached. The other elf attempted to catch his breath before saying anything, trying to suss out what exactly could be on Krie's mind by studying his face. Leliana had taught him to always study the facial expressions. "I-I uh...the papers about the wedding were all over the place when I went to leave the room. You were gone before I could get you up to say goodbye to your parents and when you weren't there I went back to our room-I didn't notice-are you okay?" Ari sputtered a reply, reaching for Krie's hand. The elven princes red eyes flickered with a bit of confusion before he let his lover intertwine their fingers. "I don't really know what you're talkin' about. Stab Junior must have messed them up or somethin'," for a moment Krie looked away, muttering, "I didn't even know you were plannin' a weddin'" Oh, Andraste. Ari hadn't even considered Stab Junior having just knocking those papers over when he had laid down on the desk, that stupid dragon probably was the real culprit here. "Why were you worried about the papers, anyway?" Krie interrupted Ari's thoughts. "Well I know you get upset sometimes when I say I love you..I didn't know if perhaps you were anxious about it. I-I know it can be hard-" A soft touch lighted upon Ari's cheek, once again interrupting him mid-thought; Krie had placed his palm against his lovers face, running a thumb over his sharp cheekbone. In a moment of gentleness Ari leaned into the touch and felt a smile tug at his lips. Even if the worry hadn't fully disappeared it was still nice to feel reassured. "I'd only be upset about the wedding if you had invited Solas", Krie chuckled, letting go of Ari's other hand so he could pull him in closer. His lover laughed in reply, badly resisting the urge to stand on his tip toes to reach Kries lips. "Careful, someone could be watching. I'm a dirty Orlesian you know" "Let them watch" Their lips met with a gentleness, melting all of Ari's residual worry away. The familiarness of Krie's scar against his top lip eased his beating heart and somehow he truly didn't care that some Ferelden lord could be watching them. He was the Spymaster of the Theirin family dammit, he could kiss their son whenever he wanted.

[fancydressland-blog]

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