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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Sneeze Hairybuns the Bard

Quick Steddie oneshot based on this post by @sharpbutsoft - Fair warning this probably won't be accurate to the D&D version they play in the show because I have the most experience with 5e and can't be bothered to look up the other editions for a tiny little ficlet like this lol. Also the poem Steve reads is "To Live Of Love" by St. Therese of Lisieux. Let me know if you'd like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list :)

"D&D is Eddie's love language, Steve. You can't just Farrah Fawcett your way into his heart like you're used to doing."

Steve frowns at Dustin, causing his eyebrows to pull together.

"First off, the Fawcett Method is tried and true, don't you dare knock it. Secondly, I have literally never touched that game, how am I supposed to woo him with something I suck at?" His fingers are twisting furiously in his hair as he paces around his friend.

"Then we'll pick something you won't suck at," Dustin crows, wiggling his eyebrows. "You, Steve Harrington, will play a bard!"

"You know I don't know what that is," Steve grumbles in a flat tone. He wants to kick himself for ever having started this conversation in the first place, but even if this is a total dead-end, at least Dustin will stop trying to get him to confess his undying love for Robin.

Dustin is already rummaging through his unbelievably cluttered desk and emerges with several sheets of paper and a pencil that he has absolutely chewed the eraser off of.

"Dude, I am not fucking using your snack pencil! What the fuck did you do to that thing?"

The younger boy rolls his eyes and finds a different pencil, thankfully unchewed, and Steve grabs everything and sits on the floor with a huff.

"Fine, tell me what to do. You better not make me look stupid, Henderson. I still have that baseball bat in my car."

Steve jumps to his feet when he hears a car door slam outside. He has spent the last hour sitting on his couch and picking a nervous hole through one of the couch cushions. He makes a mental note to flip that cushion over before his parents come home next and opens his front door, bowing extravagantly to Eddie and the rest of the Party.

"Alright nerds, let's get this shit started!" Eddie squawks as he bounces through the door and shoves past Steve. "Remember kiddos, piss now because you lose two hit points every time you take a bathroom break!"

The kids file in behind him with El and Max bringing up the rear. Steve grins at the two of them.

"Don't you worry, ladies, I made snacks."

"They better not be pretzels again," Max sniffs as she drags El into the kitchen, El waving at Steve as they pass. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, shuffling his feet on the tiled floor before following the boys into the living room where he had set up a passable D&D table.

Steve picks his way between the chairs and sweaty teenage boys to take a seat on Eddie's right, directly across from Dustin. He peers at Eddie from under his eyelashes as the Dungeon Master shuffles through his papers and jots down a few last-minute notes. Steve tries (and fails) to ignore the way Eddie's shirt is riding up and exposing his hipbones. Dustin coughs, but it sounds suspiciously like the word "Slut!" and Steve glares at him before letting his gaze fall to the character sheet he and Dustin had worked on last week.

"Alright, are we all ready?" Eddie asks as everyone files in and takes their seats. A general murmur of assent filters through the room, and Steve fights down the nausea that has suddenly crawled into his throat.

"Weary travelers! We have a new face amongst our number," Eddie begins with vigor. "Steve here will be playing..." He nudges Steve with an elbow and he jumps.

"Oh, uh, I am an elven bard named Sneeze Hairybuns." Steve fights the urge to glare at Dustin, who is giggling with Lucas across the table. "I was orphaned when I was ten and lived off the streets with just a guitar to try to make money."

"Excellent!" Eddie says, ignoring Dustin. "Let us begin."

Eddie begins to paint a picture with just his words. Steve finds himself utterly entranced with him: the way his eyes sparkle, the curve of his mouth around the word "dragon," and how sinful his hands looked as he drummed his fingers restlessly on the table and fidgeted with his dice. He's pretty sure his mouth is gaping like a damn fish when Eddie turns to him, and he snaps it shut quickly.

"Sneeze, what do you want to do? You can talk to anyone in the tavern, investigate anything you think is suspicious, or anything else you can think of."

Steve makes eye contact with Dustin, who nods, and turns back to Eddie. "I go up to the bartender to talk to him."

"Hello, young traveler. Can I offer you a strong glass of mead? We just did our monthly washing of the glasses so it should taste better than usual," Eddie barks in a gruff voice very different from his own. Steve tamps down on his anxious butterflies and leans casually against the table as if it was a bartop.

"Hiya, handsome. I think I can think of someone that sounds a little better than mead. Care to give me a taste?" Steve purrs in a sultry tone, puncturing his words with a rather gratuitous wink.

There is a chorus of whoops and "GROSS, Steve!" from around the table, but Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie. His face is rapidly changing colors, going from a pale pink to a deep almost-burgundy in less than five seconds as he chokes on the Coke he'd been in the middle of sipping from. Dustin stands up to give him a few thwacks on his back, shooting Steve a wink as he does so and mouthing "Exactly like that!" behind Eddie's back.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath with his eyes resolutely fixed on the table in front of him. His voice sounds much more like the usual Eddie as he replies, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, traveler. What brings you and your companions to my tavern?"

"We're looking for information on the dragon that is terrorizing your village," Mike interrupts, scooting his minifigure toward the bar on Eddie's map. Eddie turns to him in relief and regales their group with tales of a monstrous beast that has been killing their livestock and kidnapping their children, and Steve shoots an anxious glance at Dustin. The younger boy shoots him a subtle thumbs up and turns back to Eddie.

Much of the game continues in this fashion. After the third or fourth time Steve opens the Party's dialogue with an NPC with a disgustingly-cheesy line about getting lost in their eyes or attempting to roll to seduce them, Erica throws her hands up and cries, "My gods, Sneeze, you can't flirt your way through a dragon fight!"

Dustin cackled, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Max, who was observing while she devoured the bowl of popcorn she and El were passing back and forth.

"Says you, Sinclair. Our Dungeon Master hasn't stopped me yet. Speaking of, I believe I still have an action this turn?" Steve turns to Eddie, whose face has remained bright red throughout most of the campaign. Eddie nods once without looking at him.

"In that case, I would like to perform a poem I wrote for the Light Fairy." He clears his throat.

"To live of love, it is to know no fear. No memory of past faults can I recall. No imprint of my sins remaineth here. The fire of love divine effaces all. O sacred flames! O furnace of delight! I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove, in these mild fires I dwell by day, by night. I live of love!"

Steve, of course, hadn't actually written any poetry for this, but he'd read this poem in an English textbook his senior year and had liked it enough to tear it out and keep it. Mike wolf-whistles, and Dustin shoots another conspicuous wink toward Steve, but Steve hardly notices. Their Dungeon Master looks like his head might just spontaneously combust.

"Bathroom break!" Eddie's voice cracks through an entire octave as he shoots out of his seat and shuffles toward the stairs. His footsteps thump above their heads as he takes the steps three at a time.

"Maybe I'd better..." Steve trails off as he hops up and follows him. "Don't break anything or pee on the walls while I'm gone, please."

Ignoring the scuffle that immediately breaks out behind him, Steve jogs up the stairs and stops in front of the closed bathroom door. He can hear the water running inside, but not much else. Steeling himself, he knocks once and murmurs, "Hey, Eds? You alright?"

A hasty shuffling sound escapes under the door before it opens slightly, revealing a very pink-faced and ruffled Eddie Munson. Steve, mentally cursing whatever gods allowed him to think Dustin's plan wouldn't be a complete disaster, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did Little Sinclair put you up to this? Because whatever she told you, it isn't true, and honestly this is just the tiniest bit cruel because I don't ev-hhrmmMPH!"

Whatever Eddie was planning on saying is lost as Steve grabs him by the hips and shoves him backward against the ugly yellow sink before pressing their mouths together. Eddie's hands flutter uselessly against Steve's chest before finally winding their way into his ridiculous, puffy hair with a broken moan that Steve swallows greedily into his own mouth. Steve presses him further back into the counter, needing to be closer, needing to feel Eddie, and peppers his lips and his throat with kisses and bites and little licks that are driving both of them insane.

Steve gathers a handful of Eddie's curly hair and yanks his head back, giving him uninterrupted access to Eddie's throat and collarbones, which he wastes no time in completely covering with purpling lovebites. Eddie is grinding against him, hands still in Steve's hair, making the most obscene noises Steve has ever heard in his life. Neither can slow down long enough to catch their breath, and their needy pants and gasps of air are filling the room with heat.

It's only when Eddie registers the sound of footsteps on the stairs that the two men break apart in a panic. Eddie is trying desperately to arrange his curls to cover his neck and Steve is still adjusting the collar of his shirt when Will rounds the corner. He looks at them for one beat, two beats, then turns on his heel and walks back down the stairs, shouting to the rest of the group that it'll just be another second.

Breathing hard, they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Eddie is, for once, completely speechless, and Steve is just too dumbfounded that Henderson's stupid plan had worked to form a coherent thought. Eddie is the one to break the silence.

"Right-o. Cool. I'll just head back to the game, shall I?"

Steve stares after him completely dumbfounded. He gives himself another few seconds to will his traitorous body into submission before following. It takes about 10 seconds after he sits down for Dustin to make eye contact with him, and Steve tries his best to keep his face neutral, but-

"I KNEW IT! You owe me BIG, Harrington!"

"I knew it, too, you dweeb! I told Eddie like, two entire months ago to make his move. You're not special, Dustybuns," Erica snorts.

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands, but he still locks his ankle around Eddie's under the table as he tries halfheartedly to fight the secret, pleased smile that's making its way to his face. He can't see it, but Eddie wears the exact same smile.

Tag list - @aghostcup @ask-canon-and-fanon-personified @brassreign (you said you wanted to see anything of mine that was Steddie so no take-backs)

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adoaraism · 3 months

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hey, little songbird (a farcille fic)

(spoilers ahead)

Marcille realised, as she held Pipi’s fragile body in her palm, that things would never be the same; that she would never be the same. She stroked those beautiful yellow feathers one last time, and though they were as silky as ever, those sweet chirps of contentment that she used to hear daily were but all but echoes in her mind. All that was left behind was an empty vessel of her avian soul.

Answer me, she wanted to beg. Just let me see you fly one last time, away from here, away from my sight, so I needn’t mourn, so that my heart will stop aching the way it is right now.

But the words never parted from her tongue, and nothing but choked sobs erupted from her quivering lips. Even as her mother’s warm arms embraced her entire frame, even as sat down to eat her favourite meal of grilled pork, even as she lay in bed that night wrapped in her soft duvets.

Unfair, unfair! Why did life go on, even without her beloved bird? Why was it that the world continued turning, and that her life would carry on far longer than Pipi’s, far longer than her friends’, far longer than all the humans she ever loved?

Tears continued to spill from her eyes and onto her pillowcase, almost as if she hoped that if she poured enough of herself into them, the gaping hole in her heart, and the empty space in Pipi’s cage could be filled once again.

—

“Marcille, Marcille,” a soft voice roused the girl from her uneasy slumber, and gentle hands shook her awake. She blinked sleepily and rubbed the bleary remnants of her dreams from her eyes, and instinctively reached out to grab the sleeve of the one who woke her. She raised her gaze to meet Falin’s and her breath caught in her throat as her mind grasped how close they were; her short blonde hair brushed against Marcille’s shoulder, and she could almost feel her breath against her cheek.

“Falin?” she whispered, praying that the dark would veil the growing warmth in her cheeks from her classmate. She mentally shook herself, her grip on Falin’s sleeve loosening. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

“I’m sorry for waking you,” Falin immediately apologised in a hushed tone. Marcille could see her head hanging in apology, and found herself smiling in exasperated fondness as she pet her friend’s head.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” she combed her hand through Falin’s locks, letting her hands linger for just a moment before dropping them back into her lap. “I was just worried, that’s all.”

Falin fell silent for a moment, and Marcille felt warm fingers slipping through hers, and a thumb brushing against her palm. “Could I sleep here with you, just for tonight?”

Marcille nodded without so much as missing a beat as she scooted over to make space.

Once Falin had laid down next to her, Marcille used her free hand to cocoon the both of them under her blanket, still holding onto her hand with her other. All that cut through the night’s silence was the sound of their breathing, slowly falling into rhythm with one another.

“Are you comfortable?” Marcille asked. The question transcended their new sleeping arrangement; it was one that made Marcille feel more bare and vulnerable than ever, in spite of the sleeping garments she donned, and the blankets that kept her safe from the cold’s embrace.

She could almost see those apple-red cheeks bunching into a smile sweeter than honey as Falin replied, “I always have been, with you.”

An ache etched itself into Marcille’s chest, one that felt both familiar and not; it was as if she’d felt this way about Falin all her life, even before she knew her, even before either of them existed.

That was the first of many nights they’d spend lying together, sharing secrets, spells and stories, and letting their hushed voices weave into the darkness of the night, making everything feel lighter than it’d been before.

—

Marcille’s hands shook as they grazed against pure, white feathers - whether it was in awe, fear or anticipation, she wasn’t sure anymore. She lifted her head, her heart hammering against her chest as she gulped.

“Falin,” she whispered, as if it were just another one of those nights back in the academy dorms. Feathers ruffled, and sharp amber eyes met her tired sage ones. “You’re home.”

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #falin touden #farcille #dungeon meshi fanfic #dunmeshi spoilers #spoilers for chapter 37 onwards!!#day's drabbles #cw pet loss #character study

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chilschuck · 11 days

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Since you mentioned Mickie, may I request Mickbell with a fem tall-man reader who is super protective of him and Kuro physically (she would be a fighter class I guess, maybe barbarian or something in dnd terms) but kind of clings to him because she is socially anxious and not used to crowds and people? Relying on Mick being the street smart one and trusting his judgement one that?

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon this is SUCH a cute idea!!!! i love mick and kuro so much so i definitely wanted to whip something up for you!! i hope this is okay and that you enjoy!! <33

— MICKBELL TOMAS: x fem!tall-man reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, fighter fem!reader & sfw + some love for kuro too! they’re your lil guys <3

꒰ wc: ꒱ 651

✦ lots of love for these two and i love writing for them!! i like to think of you guys as a found family! <3 i hope these are okay!!

✦ The first time you made yourself known as a fighter class, Mickbell immediately knew where he was going to hide during battles from now on. When he (and Kuro, since he made sure to drag him along) found out you were great to hide behind, your protectiveness immediately kicked in.

✦ It didn’t help that you were already protective of both the half-foot and Kuro, always making sure they were safe and out of harm’s way while you did the brunt of the physical work. In awe of just how tough you were when it came to combat, Mick knew he had to get you on his side. (Not that he had to do much work in doing so.)

✦ To say you were smitten with the duo was an understatement. You found yourself clinging to Mickbell when put in any kind of social situation, which would make his chest swell with pride a bit. Especially now that he had both you and Kuro to pick him up and carry him. You were much more cuddly and handsy with him though, which would definitely cause him to sputter out a few flustered words for sure.

✦ Kuro was given lots of attention too. You couldn’t help but want to make sure he was getting enough food like Mick, which he was more than happy about. Giving both of them pats on the head once getting them to safety was routine, and Mick found himself craving more and more of your affections.

✦ Anytime you felt they’d be in danger, you immediately stood your ground, ushering them behind you or even making sure to carry them off to safety like said before. When it came to their wellbeing, you weren’t afraid to crack a few skulls (or other bones, lol.) The rest of Kabru’s party was more than accepting of letting you settle things when it came to your two guys, and grew used to your protectiveness over time.

✦ You knew of Mickbell’s street smarts and past, letting him do most of the talking when it came down to it. It was rather a sight to see when you’d step behind him and Kuro, allowing him to speak for you. When it came to crowds and lots of people, you definitely clung to him, even going as far as to hold him as you walked. (Mickbell didn’t mind this in the least bit. I like to imagine when it comes to you, he’d like to be held and doted on.)

✦ Your height as a tall-man kept you protecting them when needed, but always keeping your guard up. One day, Kabru even pointed out the height difference and relationship, rather amused with it.

— Mick puffed out his chest, hands on his hips in pride. “She and Kuro always have my back! If you think about it, I’m the brains, and they’re like my brawn!”

Despite his words, you couldn’t help but softly giggle, scooping him up after he spoke. You even reached out a hand to Kuro, scratching his head with a sweet smile. “Yeah, you’re my guys. It’s my job to look out for both of you.”

That definitely made him happy, if evident from the rosy glow on his cheeks and even the pleased look on Kuro’s face. You were more than content in fighting tooth and nail for them, making sure they were well aware that you always had them in mind.

✦ You even made sure to sleep beside them, just in case something happened and they needed you. You weren’t worried about Kuro as much as you were about Mickbell, but you had such a soft spot for them both that your protectiveness knew no bounds.

✦ It was safe to say that you had made your own small little family within the party, and both were more than happy with it. (And with you!)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#i hope hcs are okay!!!!#feel free to send in a Drabble rq if you’d rather have that!!#i just thought this would be more fun hehe #mickbell tomas x reader #mickbell x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader

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scopop08 · 1 year

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Not feeling good and can't organize my thoughts well so i might write something for this later cause I'm thinking about it so hard but.

Tango proudly showing Jimmy Decked Out, and Jimmy being in absolute awe of how incredible it is. Having a little "And you said you weren't a builder, huh" moment as Tango leads him through the catacombs, making Jimmy listen to all of the sound effects and showing him the redstone so proudly even though Jimmy has no idea what it is in the slightest. He's just happy to sit back and listen as his soulmate goes on about something he cares so much for, watching how a sharp smile breaks across Tango's face after showing each new thingamajig redstoneinator and how the dungeon master attempts to hide the way his cheeks flush every time Jimmy stands a little too close and leans over him to compliment his work.

#it didnt happen on empires and if we don't get ranchers together this time itll be the end for me #gave myself a fever from being so stressed about school and I get to think about them as a treat #Jimmy would totally use his height to his advantage now that he's back to normal #innocuously leaning over Tango to see whatever he was working on #and pretending he doesn't notice the great dungeon master blushing and stuttering as he makes wild hand movements to explain the redstone #contrary to popular belief Jimmy knows exactly what he's doing and is quite confident with it #he knows his way around short (tempered) men with blue hair #anyway thats all i got i think im insane #hermitcraft #hc x empires #tangotek #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #trafficshipping #team rancher #sco drabble #sco good posts

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sleepyboi26 · 1 month

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Why is no one talking about how huge senshi’s dick is

#dungeon meshi smut #senshi dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #laois dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #i feel like im going insane #smut #laois touden #dungeon mesh yaoi #dungeon mesh yuri #drabble #thots

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 10 months

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✨My Mother’s Reaction to Vox Machina Characters✨

First impressions, she’s never seen the show or any campaigns. Woman is very blunt and holds nothing back. Like for more "my mom reacts to..."

Me: this is Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III.

Mom: how the hell does he remember his name? He’s gray…

Me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GRAY?

Me: this is Scanlan. He’s a gnome and his power comes from music. He’s about knee height for me.

Mom: oh my god… why is this happening?

Me: *proceeds to show her the brothel quote scene*

Me: this is the prettiest one, in my opinion, Vax’ildan. Our handsome half elf.

Mom: he looks so serious. He's a pretty Spock.

Me: this is his sister, Vex’ahlia.

Mom: she looks like a badass. I don't like her outfit, though.

Me: what's wrong with her outfit?

Mom: I don't like green.

Me: where the fuck are you seeing green?

Me: this is one of my favorites, Grog, the Goliath Barbarian. Mom: he looks like a big teddy bear. Me: he is! *proceeds to show her the sandwich scene*

Me: this is Pike. She's a cleric and about the same height as Scanlan. Mom: she's a cutie. Very strange expression.

Me: you pick up on the weirdest shit.

Mom: *shrugs nonchalantly*

Me: finally, this is Keyleth. Mom: she's got pretty green eyes! Very cute! *falls in love with Keyleth based on how sweet she looks*

Me: I knew you'd like her.

#vox machina #the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #scanlan #pike #keyleth #grog strongjaw #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #dungeons and dragons #critical roll #campaign 1 #my mom reacts #funny #drabble #dnd #i laugh every time

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dreaming-in-4d · 4 months

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Sympathy for the Shapechanger

Haarlep drabble feat. Fem!Tav

Tav kept their eyes locked upon the fiend that lay before them. She wanted to save her strength for the upcoming battle with Raphael. Having that in mind, she wasn't looking for a fight or a f*ck. How was she to deny the proposition laid out before her without putting herself and her friends in danger.

Finally, she spoke up, "I admit your offer is very tempting..." She saw Haarlep crack a smile, "...I'm going to have to decline."

The shapechanger's grin immediately faltered. His brow narrowed in disgust and disappointment.

"But I understand why you would lay out such a proposition."

Haarlep's expression shifted once again, confused and maybe even a little curious at what this lowly mortal had to say.

"You've spent so long bound to one person. You're craving something new. Why else would you inquire for even a fraction of passion from the first thing to pass through that door that isn't your master."

The incubus' emotions twisted in a kaleidoscope of fiendish frustration. He was unable to produce a witty retort for the first time in all his years. How was this woman capable of tearing into his heart, leaving him feeling vulnerable?

Through slightly gritted teeth, Haarlep responded, "As much as it infuriates me to admit, your words ring with truth."

Tav felt a sudden rush of pride for having gotten through to him.

"Perhaps a new deal can be arranged. Kill Raphael and release me from this static servitude."

"Already in motion, sweetheart," Tav answered. The party began exiting the archdevil's chambers. "If we don't return within the hour, feel free to assume our failure."

Haarlep nodded in acknowledgement.

The entire party was exhausted after eliminating the arrogant archdevil. The glossy blackness of devil's blood was strewn across their faces and soaked into their clothes. They returned to the bed chamber to find Haarlep devoid of his former master's appearance. His hair was a deep crimson, his skin tanned as if it had been kissed by the sun.

"The heroes of the realm return," he stated somewhat smugly, "no worse for wear considering your foe."

"Any worse and we'd be dead," Lae'zel remarked.

The leather-clad fiend presented a chest containing several gold and platinum pieces. This would definitely cover the party's need for a new wardrobe. Tav's heart was set on purchasing her own tent. No more sleeping out in dirt while on the road.

"What will you do now?" Shadowheart inquired of the Shapechanger.

"In all honesty, no idea," Haarlep admitted. "I wasn't expecting you lot to actually best Raphael."

The party could not argue with his statement. Tav's mind turned to Sharess' Caress and a pair of devious drow. What better place for an incubus?

Haarlep shifted to hide his more monstrous attributes and they all returned to the material plane. Tav directed her new friend? ally? towards the bordelo. Before departing, Haarlep handed off an additional offering to her: a ruby-encrusted choker.

"It will make anyone who wears it immune to being charmed," he informed her.

The young woman thanked him before leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Haarlep chuckled.

"What fun we could've had together, my dear."

"Whatever you say, hon."

The two then parted ways.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #dungeons and dragons #x reader #fem reader #bg3 haarlep #house of hope #dnd fiend #dnd incubus #fanfiction #one shot #drabble #i couldn't find a gif i liked

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radama-zard · 6 months

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Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 2 - Step

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FCG & Ashton - ModernHuman AU

Steps.

Why did it always have to be steps?

What was wrong with a nice, accessible ramp? They were easier for everyone, nobody had to fear tripping down or up them, parents with strollers could get inside, injured folk didn't have to struggle… and Fresh Cut Grass could have a little of his independence back, being able to wheel themself in with their wheelchair.

But of course life was hardly ever that kind.

A tired sigh slipped past their lips as he stared up at the flight of stairs, blocking them from the sweet little cafe they’d been oh so excited to try out. A customer, Jester, they thought, had been raving about the cupcakes here, and knowing the woman to be a real pastry connoisseur, Fresh Cut Grass had near instantly wanted to get a few themself.

But that dream seemed so cruelly out of reach now.

“Man, you’d think fucker’s would have caught on by now. Shit like this doesn't fly these days! Fancy new chairs and tables, but the owner can't be assed to make their business accessible. Bastard!”

Oh how they startled, jolting in such a way that almost had Fresh Cut Grass and their chair veering dangerously close to toppling. A solid, scarred hand steadied them, letting his frantically beating heart finally come to a rest.

“Fuck! Didn't mean to scare ya like that. My bad. You alright?”

“Y-Yeah! You just gave me a right startling, is all. I'm a-okay!”

“That's a relief. I’d feel like crap if I’d sent your heart packin’ or something…”

Did… Did the stranger look guilty? Well, that just wouldn't do at all! After all, a stranger was just a friend you hadn't met, and the last thing Fresh Cut Grass ever wished to see was a friend all sad and down in the dumps!

“It's fine, really! I spook real easy, my friend Imogen says I’d jump at my own shadow if I ever forgot it was there! But you're not scary yourself. I like your purple hair, and the eyeliner! Oh, and your cane too! Did you decorate it yourself? It looks fun-spooky!”

The stranger stared down at them, slowly blinking as their one good eye focused down on Fresh Cut Grass, taking in everything from their chunky cerulean blue box braids and round, thick glasses, to their bright yellow sweater and mismatched fingerless gloves. In contrast to their own ragged leather vest, covered in hand stitched patches and badges, deep red plaid pants and spiked belts, topped off with boots so hefty they looked able to smash someone’s head in… Well, they couldn't look more different.

Yet Fresh Cut Grass still smiled up at them, all warm and welcoming and so completely genuine that it seemed to catch them off guard.

“Most people would just flip me off and tell me to get fucked,” they muttered, leaning heavily upon their cane before shrugging and sticking a hand in their pocket, seemingly relaxing. “I didn't decorate this shit myself. A friend did. She’s one hell of a spooky ass bitch. Real arts and crafty. But anyway. I’m Ashton. Ashton Greymoore. You?"

“Oh, right! Introductions! Smiley Day to ya, Ashton, I’m Fresh Cut Grass!”

There was a beat of silence, more than a tad awkward, as Fresh Cut Grass awaited their response. Likely a laugh or a roll of the eyes or maybe even a sneer! Most people were funny about names when they weren't the most normal.

Not Ashton though.

No. He grinned, wide and bright and just shimmering with absolute delight.

“That's one hell of a name. You picked it yourself?”

“I did! It's my favorite smell. Ya don't think it's… weird?”

“Oh no, it's weird. But, I mean, fuck, have you looked at me? I like weird,” Ashton grinned wider, throwing one last glance at the inaccessible cafe as something shifted once more in his demeanor. “I know a place a few blocks from here. Unlike these fuckers, they actually give a fuck about people like us. Wanna join me there, Grass?”

“... Do they do cupcakes?” Fresh Cut Grass asked, their mind already made up before Ashton even had a chance to answer.

“Freshly baked in house. So… You coming?”

“I’d love t’ join ya! Thank ya kindly, Ashton!”

Their laughter in turn was rough and harsh, yet the warmth it held settled deep within Fresh Cut Grass’ tired bones… and within moments, he couldn't even quite remember why they’d been upset at all.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #ashton greymoore #fcg & ashton #bells hells #Rock & Roll #modern human au #Day 2 - Step #Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

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maenecoon · 3 months

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just a silly little kimchay drabble, inspired by jeff's recent haircut !! an imagining of how chay would react to kim's new look lol

set post-canon + canon convergent???? basically, not divergent but i forgot the word for it lol

word count: 200+

Chay’s not angry.

He really isn't.

Even if his jaw is set tight as stone and his fists are clenched behind his back.

Kim is looking hot, as per-the-usual, dressed in a dark leather jacket and matching slacks. He's even got smokey eye makeup and a sick eyeliner for a complete bad-boy look. Clearly a concept for one of Wik’s upcoming singles, not that Chay minds.

What he does mind is how his boyfriend’s hair has been buzzed off. There's still a bit of length on the top, but the sides have been trimmed and shaved down neatly. And sure, it brings out his sharp jawline, previously hidden by the curls that rest by his ears, but still, Chay finds himself unreasonably agitated.

It's the suddenness of it that catches him off-guard. Kim hadn't mentioned anything about his hair even after their usual morning fuck. It's lucky that Chay had been unusually needy, not knowing it'd be the last few moments where he could tangle his fingers within the long trusses of Kim’s raven hair. Curl them when Kim presses him deeper into the mattress, Kim's tongue licking into the roof of his mouth, calloused hand teases under Chay’s waistband, wandering further, further ー

“Chay?”

He doesn't realise how long he’s been staring, but it must've been long enough for Kim to notice. Snapping himself out of his reverie, he swiftly turns on his heel, ready to dial up the huffiness and put the sorriest-looking pout on his lips.

He deserves that much for such an (un)pleasant surprise.

#kimchay #kinnporsche #the series #kim will try his best to make it up to chay #but if chay brats too hard #it's on chay #another work that'll find its home in my wip dungeon #and probably never come out #anyways this is the first drabble i wrote for kimchay #more to come!#like chay!#hopefully?

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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For the pregnant reader and Eddie think maybe the moment Eddie calls the baby his would be super cute? Just an idea! ❤️

Hiii babes!! So this moment is so damn cute and I think this is kinda how it would happen like randomly in the middle of the store. So I hope you enjoy!!💖

-This one I made the baby a boy because every other time I make Eddie a girl dad 😂🙈

*Clothes say a lot about you and Eddie can’t have his son looking like a dweeb*

“This is cute.” You hold up a little blue and white striped onesie, you smile at how small it is as Eddie looks it over and shakes his head as he turns and looks through the rack of infant clothes in front of him. “What’s with that face? It’s cute and simple.” You put the onesie back as you place a hand on your growing bump.

“It’s his coming home outfit babe it has to be more than just cute and simple.” Eddie explains as he pulls out a hanger that has a black onesie with skulls all over it. “This is cool.” You just laugh as you shake your head making Eddie let out a huff as he puts it back. The two of you had found out you were having a little boy a few weeks ago and since then the hunt for the perfect hospital outfit had begun. Eddie wanting him to look cool and metal while you just wanted something cute and comfortable.

You walk towards the end of the aisle and you bite back a smile as you pick up a little sailor outfit knowing Eddie is going to hate it the moment he sees it. You feel Eddie come up behind you and rest his hands on your hips as he places a kiss to the side of your neck. You hold up the little outfit and giggle when you hear Eddie let out a loud sigh as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“You’re really trying to make our son look like a dweeb aren’t you baby?” You feel your heart beat faster as Eddie speaks, you nearly drop the hanger as you turn around so you can look him in the eyes. “What’s wrong?” His voice is full of concern as his eyes search your face for any signs of discomfort or stress as he sees your eyes begin to water. He quickly reaches out and cups your face in his hands so he can wipe away the tears that slide down your cheeks.

“Our son?” Eddie pauses his movements as you reach up and place a hand over his that’s still holding your face. “You said our son.” You explain as you lean into his touch a little more.

“Is that okay?” His voice is unsure, he doesn’t want to cross a line or make you upset because even though to anyone looking it would seem the two of you had been together forever but in reality it’s only been a little over five months.

“Yes.” You watch a smile form on Eddie’s face as he visibly relaxes. You smile as he leans down and places a kiss to your lips making you pout slightly when he pulls away.

“I’m not letting him wear that.” Eddie states as he looks down at the sailor outfit still in your hand. “He’ll look like he’s about to go work a shift with Harrington at Scoops Ahoy.” You laugh and just roll your eyes making Eddie smile, he’s quickly fallen in love with the sound of your laugh. He lets go of your face so he can grab the hanger and put the outfit back for you.

“The search continues.” You tease as Eddie grabs your hand and leads you down the aisle, stopping when you see something cute but instantly putting it back when Eddie just shakes his head no at it. “If you don’t stop telling me no I’m gonna tell Wayne you were mean to me today.” You threaten as you hold up a solid red onesie with a green dinosaur on the front of it, Eddie playfully glares at you as you put a hand on your hip.

“You wouldn’t.” Eddie’s eyes go wide as you just give him a look that says you totally would. “Fine fine this one is cute. I like the little Dino thing on it.” You smile as you hold the onesie in one hand as the two of you continue down the aisle of baby clothes.

“I hope you’re paying attention little one.” You mumble as you place a hand on your belly. “Mention grandpa and your dad will fold instantly.” Eddie can’t help but grin at the mention of Wayne being called a grandpa and him a dad in the same sentence.

“Don’t listen to your mom.” You laugh as Eddie places his hand over yours that’s on your belly. “She doesn’t fight fare.” He teases making you roll your eyes as he leans over and places a kiss to your cheek. “But we love her don’t we little guy?” You smile as he looks from your belly to your eyes.

“I love you too Eddie.”💖

#eddie munson x pregnant!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson request #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #pregnant fic

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calamity-unlocked · 2 years

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The last time the nickname "Narcolas" gets used is during another late-night discussion between the d.a.d.d.i.e.s. team on whether to do Code Purple or not.

Everyone is tired but hiding it, knowing full well that this meeting won't bring any progress. Grant has just finished another tirade about how he wants his son to have a world worth growing up in. More tactful people would be delicate around him when he's in that state, but Nicholas Foster is nothing of the sort.

Nick is as adamant as ever, citing - y'know - ethics as his reason why they shouldn't go through with it. He has other reasons, but this one is the easiest to cling to. He dismissively reacts to every heated argument from the other guys with a scoff and a roll of the eyes, his stubbornness as obtuse as ever.

Eventually, Lark crosses his arms and bumps his elbow into Sparrow's side. “Looks like after absolutely zero demand, Narcolas has made his grandiose return,” he says, loud enough for Nick and the rest to hear, presumably on purpose.

A pause. Then the burning tips of Nick's hair flare up and the temperature in the room goes from the usual AC'ed comfortable chill to three-steps-away-from-hell.

"The fuck did you just call me?"

Terry and Sparrow both have to jump in between the two men to stop Nick from whatever he was planning to do with Lark, while Lark sees his life flashing in front of him and instinctively has his hand clamped over his gun holster even though he'd never draw it.

That's when the gang learns that Nick really, really doesn't appreciate that nickname anymore these days. And since he's got a particularly short temper concerning the topic as well as a flaming sword, no one feels any particular inclination to razz him like that anymore.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #this was meant as just a funny quick drabble #but i do think a lot about nick and his identity #and how that nickname really was a part of one of his earliest personalities #a personality that was completely obliterated #and now he has all these seperate pieces and is trying to form them into the 'real' nick #it holds weightttt #anyways #calamity's writing #nick close #nick foster #nicholas foster #lark oak

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kit-williams · 5 months

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40k & D&D crossover

So I've been playing with this idea for a couple of years now and only just recently started to work on it in earnest. So there will be headcanon posts coming/drabbles

So the D&D portion is based off of a homebrew (not mine I'm just a player) but I was making characters based off of the Primarchs and so I then decided hey why not expand upon this.

(God this is going to be messy as it's been ages since I've written last and somehow I recently got my ADHD ass dragged into lusting over COD men so forgive me)

The basis of this is all based on the fact that when Magnus fell to Chaos his soul got shattered (unsure if this was retconed or not) so one of these shards decided to save his brothers and through various points in time (and occasionally a space marine or two because time if flux for this Magnus shard)

* Debating on how much they actually know or if it's all Horus Heresy era knowledge. So when they all were brought to this new place the Heresy was still raw for them all. However they are all free from the corrupting influence of Chaos.

The brothers travelled together, which for a medieval setting they were practically a small warband of godlings, unsure of how long they travelled but during that time of them all figuring out their new home without Chaos or the Emperor around they helped Angron with his butchers nails.

Eventually the brothers split either due to a disagreement or just they found a part of the world they wanted to call home but eventually they split apart and each decided to start their own family.

Please let me know if anyone is interested in learning more as I'll need some help with names, classes, and races for some of them.

COD idea

Primarch Wife Child

Lion El'Jonson Gloria Luthor

Fulgrim The Matron Lucia

Perturabo Faustina Martel

Jaghatai Khan Help me Help me

Leman Russ Ylva Bjorn

Rogal Dorn Help me Sigismund

Konrad Curze Gloria Talos

Sanguinius Siv Vilka the Bloody

Ferrus Manus Help me Help me

Angron Nieve Kharn

Roboute Guilliman Help Me Cato

Mortarion Honeysuckle Lily

Magnus the Red Help Me Zahirah

Horus Lupercal Eirene Luna

Logar Aurelian Mary Eve

Vulkan Ulna/Migheth Ember

Corvus Corax Rook Raven

Alpharius Omegon The Face F: Gamma M: Zeta

#headcanon #drabbles #warhammer 40000 #dungeons and dragons #d&d #Primarchs #Primarchs being parents #They're good dads actually #they learned what not to do #Horus Heresy #Magnus the red #crossover #Warhammer 40k au #NobleBright #masterlist

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