#it's always sunny in moonrise towers

[fangsandfeels]

Dennis is Durge (wearing the Wavemother's Robe), Dee is Orin, Frank is Balthazar, Mac is Ketheric, the police dude is Gortash, the cringing lady is Cressida.

No, I won't elaborate.

[20skai]

Live for Love

Wyll x Tav OC (Nemeia)

Warnings: none really, maybe a bit of embarrassment on Wyll and Nemeia’s part 😅 but this is mostly fluff

Word Count: 1158

Duke Ulder Ravengard has been in strange circumstances but the one he’s currently in is by far the strangest. Kidnapped by Drow, smuggled away to Moonrise Towers, implanted with a tadpole, rescued by a cleric and her cohorts, and reunited with his son. It’s almost too much to take in but he is grateful to be safe from the Absolute’s clutches and having his mind back and clear.

The cleric, Nemeia, hid him when they came to the Elfsong and made sure he settled in comfortably. She made a clean bed for him and implored him to ask if there was anything else he needed and she would get for him. A very kind and selfless young woman. Beautiful too. I wonder if I could set her up with my son, he thinks. Though he quickly finds out he needn’t bother walking into the living area of the apartments.

His son was holding on to said cleric tightly and kissing her deeply. “You’ve brought him back to me, darling. Where I thought it impossible after breaking my contract with Mizora, you brought him back. I can never repay you.” Wyll kisses her again with even more fervor.

Nemeia whimpers as he begins to kiss her neck and tries to half-heartedly push him away but he doesn’t budge. “Wyll! We have to stop. Your father will be back any second. He can’t see us like this!” Wyll goes back to kissing her lips to silence her. He doesn’t want to think about that now, all he wants is to devour her. “I don’t care. Let me worship you.”

“Wyll!” Nemeia cries out, as she begins losing herself to the sensations she’s feeling.

“Son. As much as I can tell you admire her. Let the poor girl go. She looks like she’s about to implode.” The old Duke chuckles out knowing if he didn’t step in now the pair would have passed the point of no return.

The voice of his father causes Wyll to freeze and it’s long enough for Nemeia to slip from his grasp.

“Duke Ravengard! We-I. I was just…!” Nemeia stutters out trying to talk their way out of this awkward situation. But the only thing she does is flee with apologies on her lips. Wyll tries to grab her hand but she’s too quick and is out of his reach before he can blink. He then tries to run after her but is topped by his father with a shake of his head.

“Wyll, give her a bit to calm down. It’s not every day where your partner’s parent walks in on an…intimate moment.” The old Duke laughs out good naturedly which causes Wyll to blush.

The younger Ravengard looks to the door his darling ran through and sighs out in agreement. “I guess you’re right, Father. I’m just so…” Wyll struggles to find the words he feels for Nemeia, she just makes him feel so crazy. Seeing his son flounder causes a small smile to grace the old Duke face; his mind going back to a time where he courted Wyll’s mother, Francesca, on those sunny summer days in each other's company all those years ago.

“Tell me about her, son. She seems to be quite the woman.” He sits down on the chaise in the living area and invites Wyll to take a seat as well. He sits next to his father and a boyish smile graces his face when thinking of Nemeia.

“She’s amazing, Father. She’s kind and fair. But she’s tough. When we first met it was beating back a group of goblins attacking displaced tieflings from Elturel. She was and still is impressive on the battlefield. And she’s always willing to lend an ear to any problem someone has. Getting through the shadow cursed lands alive was all her doing. She always made sure we were taken care of when we were all on the road. And even now, when we finally made it to the Lower City the first thing she did was to find us all lodgings. ‘No point in us sleeping on the ground when we’re in civilization, right’, she said. Nemeia is just wonderful, Father.”

Listening to his son give high praise to this woman causes Duke Ravengard’s heart to flutter a bit realizing something that he’s always wanted to happen with Wyll but was never able to tell him before he left the Gate.

“You love her, don’t you Wyll?” The younger Ravengard flushes but the determination in his eyes when he looks at his father tells the older man all he needs to know before an answer is even given.

“Yes, Father. I do love her. She’s my shining star; she-she’s my everything.” Even though this wasn’t the way Wyll wanted to tell his Father about Nemeia, he hoped to have dinner and maybe a drink in his fathers study to tell him how deeply he feels for her. Wyll always envisioned doing it the proper way since he was young. Tales of love and romance molded him to be a gentleman when it came to dealings of the heart. But despite everything Wyll is happy that it’s finally out there in the open for his father to see. The old Duke can only nod his head and smile at his son.

“I’m so glad you found someone. Wyll. Though you may have been away from me, you were always on my mind. And I had hoped you’d find someone to give you comfort. And she is a remarkable woman, indeed. And when this Absolute threat is dealt with, maybe, you can bring her over to our home and I can give you your mother’s ring. I’m sure she feels the same as you do from the soft glances she sends your way when you both think no one is looking. So, go and tell her how you feel, son.”

Wyll’s eyes widen at the mention of his mothers ring but can’t deny that he hasn’t had the same thought for a while now. But knowing his father picked up on his feelings for Nemeia so quickly causes him to flush deeper and the old Duke can only chuckle looking back at a time where he had the same look on his face when speaking to Francesca.

Both men stand and before Wyll can walk away his father surprises him and pulls him into an embrace. The shock wears off quickly and he hugs his father back with all the bottled up emotion the last seven years apart. After a few minutes they let each other go and give the other a nod. Wyll walks away with confident steps to Nemeia’s room before he can get to the door Duke Ravengard says teasingly, “I hope to have grandchildren soon, Wyll!” The younger man freezes for a second then hurries out the door and closes it with force; hearing his father laugh as he does.