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martin septim seeing the hero of kvatch for the first time and immediately being drawn to them

and when they say they’re here for him? that he’s the son of the late emperor, and they’re bound to sweep him away to jauffre? the way they look at him, like he’s the one thing that matters in the Nine’s almighty world. oh, that will take some getting used to.

he is cautious at first, of course— he knows because his time before he was a priest that the instant allure of anything is something to be wary of. by the time they’ve almost arrived to weynon priory, the two have made camp out in the wilderness beneath the moons of Nirn so many times, shared a campfire for warmth between their bedrolls night after night, he can tell when they’ve fallen asleep by the sound of their breath, the characteristic twitches of their legs.

he also knows how to tell when his hero is having a nightmare, the plane of oblivion come back to haunt them even in their sleep. knows when to wake them up, to lull them into a calmer state of sleep with a little conversation, perhaps telling them stories of his youth, his days as a farmer’s son. sweet nothing tales of him chasing runaway chickens around the yard. anything to keep the daedra from visiting them in their sleep. when the hero asks him to pull his bedroll closer to theirs, he knows it’s over for him.

oh, he’s smitten. completely gone. but the hero doesn’t know; how could they? they’re bound by their word to uriel, their late emperor, the father he never knew. that was all this was, wasn’t it? first, he was their mission. then, he was just someone familiar. someone who knew at least a fraction of the horror that the hero experienced inside the oblivion gate because he bore witness to the siege of kvatch.

nothing would come of these feelings he had. nothing could.

until the night before they’re to arrive at weynon priory, he hears the hero mutter his name in their sleep. so softly at first, that he could have been hearing things. but then when the hero repeats themselves, a few minutes later… well, perhaps his situation wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. he can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his hero’s breath.

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who's with me

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My game bugged (making my character like 8ft tall in first person) and I think I snapped the picture of Martin ever—

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bye bye bottom jayce week my beloved... have some forge accident! jayce x nosebleed!viktor as a farewell ;-;

day 7: blood

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Trimming his hair

(Victor’s just shy😏)

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How to call your partner without actually calling him :D Based on that one apprentice tiktok.

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—-Slight nudity under the cut (Viktor’s 🍑)——

Another kiss, for good luck, and a little experiment with the gradient map

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they survived

Follow me on IG :D https://www.instagram.com/lunyan.croquis/

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important discussion

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It’s fan art of “All That Glitters is Marina Blue”! A very beautiful fic!

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jayvik family, may I come in?🙏😔

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fat jayvik baby fat jayvik baby fat jayvik baby

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Glorious failure

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Bath time with little scientists

(Cottage by the stream!!)

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he had more thoughts

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When your *impulsive thoughts won

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unpopular opinion but i think a ship that's not canon but both halves are canonically insane about each other is infinitely better than a ship that's canon and boring