Oh, Lighten Up
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Switch!Bleu, Switch!Jaune
I'm literally so excited to write this
I'm really really hoping I got their personalities right jsbsjsbsj
Summary: Jaune is being awfully strict about how things should be done, but Bleu knows how to handle it.
It had been a particularly long day for each of the butlers, Bleu in particular. He was on cleaning duty, which meant Jaune was right there behind him micromanaging. He knew the yellow butler meant well and never meant any harm, he just liked things to be done a certain way in a certain order.
"Bleu, dust, don't scrub, you'll damage the furniture."
"Bleu, the centerpiece is called the centerpiece because it goes in the center of the table."
"Bleu the laundry has to be sorted by color- and those are hand wash only."
"Bleu that has to be shifted to the left- Oh wait, it was actually fine the first time."
He liked everything to be done a certain way but man was it exhausting. Bleu was dusting off a shelf when he heard a familiar voice behind him, yet again. "Bleu, you really should move things and not just dust around them. Just some advice." Bleu inhaled a little and turned around. "Yes, Jaune, thank you for your advice. All day. Don't you think you should relax though? Just a little?"
The yellow butler raised an eyebrow. "Relax? Bleu, surely you understand a butler doesn't 'relax' when there is work to be done. After all, everything must be clean and in order for Felix."
"Felix would understand, trust me. At least sit down for a few minutes.. Quietly. Without watching me."
"Sit down on the couch that you only half vacuumed? No tha- hmph!"
Bleu huffed and just reached foreard, stuffing the feathered end of his duster up Jaune's shirt, catching him off guard. "Really Jaune, you're so uptight. Lighten up a little." He said with an amused smirk, flicking his wrist a little.
"B-Bleu! Thi- grrr, mph! This is v-very unprofehehessional! Cease!" Jaune was half bent over, trying to push the duster away from his tummy, as well as trying (and failing) not to laugh. Bleu only stepped closer, moving the duster to his left side, causing his face to heat up and for him to awkwardly try to bring an elbow down to block the area. "Bleu stohoho- ahEM- stop this ahat once! We hahave wohohork! Ah!" He let out a yelp having unexpectedly hit the edge of the couch, which forced him to fall back and sit down, Bleu sitting next to him.
Ditching the duster, Bleu slipped his hands under his friend's arms, gently clawing at his ribs and wiggling his thumbs into his underarms. Jaune immediately turned his blushing face away and reluctantly let it all out. "HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! BLEU NOHOHO!"
Bleu chuckled a little bit. It was rare to see Jaune smile, let alone laugh. "Oh I'm sorry, is this the half-vaccumed couch you mentioned? Such a shame you went and sat down on my work, really." He said, as if he wasn't digging his fingers into Jaune's tummy, watching him kick a leg out and try to push away the offending hand. "Blehehuhu! Stahahahap!" "Stop? Why would I stop when you're clearly still stressed? I'm trying to help you relax."
Planning on stopping soon so he didn't push any limits, Bleu decided to have fun with this first. He darted his hands down, grabbed Jaune's hips, and vibrated his thumbs into the dips of the bone. Jaune grabbed at his hands, kicking his legs out. "NOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA! BLEU- HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Deciding his fun was over, Bleu stopped, letting his friend breathe. "Hope you lightened up." He said, lightheartedly, going to stand up. Jaune grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back down onto the couch. "More than you were probably hoping for," was all he said before latching his own hands onto Bleu's sides, lightly squeezing, making sure his thumbs dug and wiggled into his tummy.
"Wha- wahahahahahait!" Bleu arched his back out of reflex. "Jahahahaune I'm sahahaharry! Ihihit was a johohoHOHOKE-" He had tried to cover his mouth to stifle his laughs mid sentence, but when he raised his arm, Jaune took the opportunity to tickle his highest rib that was just below his arm.
"A joke? I'm sure it was absolutely hilarious." Probably his attempt at teasing, implying it was funny since Bleu was laughing. Either way, it still had a big effect on the poor butler, who blushed and laughed harder
After a while, Jaune did stop, patting his knee. "Well I can't say that wasn't.. fun. Oh don't look at me like that. Lighten up~" He smirked as he walked away. Bleu just sat up, panting, still smiling and giggly from the ordeal. It may have come at his expense, but he did succeed in getting Jaune to relax a little.
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me becoming a gortash apologist apparently
i never thought i'd say this. i am thinking about Enver Gortash. i'm usually not one of his apologists but... i've had brain rot for my Durge lately, and i think a big moment of developing your Durge is how you react to meeting Gortash again, yeah? you may or may not be close with Karlach but the party and Durge especially have all faced similar trauma of betrayal and exploitation nonetheless (and so has Gortash), he's already been introduced vaguely at the end of Act 2 as a threat/main villain, he worships Bane, he has general edge lord vibes (remember that bit where I'm usually not a Gortash apologist djdjdjd); what i'm trying to spit out, is there's a lot to sway you against Gortash in that first meeting. and I'd argue even a little further, as someone that followed Orin's plans of betrayal against him in my first Tav run, (just because her audacity is so damn funny.)
But anyway. Meeting Gortash. Finding out you used to be close. Perhaps homoerotically, perhaps in a strange platonic manner, or some other third thing, but nonetheless, Durge is assumably the only person Gortash has ever truly liked. He just really goes out of his way with praise at meeting again, the use of the word favorite is notable, and if Gortash had anyone worth elevating, he would, right? That was how Ketheric got here, Orin wants more credibility for herself and the Bhaalists, and Gortash... just enslaves his parents in their old home/business. But he liked you. He's really so similar to Astarion (it's nothing, you're just the only person I've ever truly cared for); he's just already a touch too far gone in his power hungry search for security. He's already repeated the cycle, years and years ago with Karlach as the main example and just the inevitability of being Bane's Chosen. And yet - Durge comes marching through the door again with this band of misfits and his old lackey he wronged, and he's willing to make a true bargain.
And I know it's just in Gortash's character to scheme, but l think playing as reformed Durge makes Gortash's potential deal all the more devastating, since he will truly follow through on his word (or, at least he would.)
It's so funny to show up dating Astarion or Shadowheart, and imagine them teasing you later that night, saying they thought you'd have better taste. Or the bitterness of being with Karlach, knowing that you seemed to be in such deep kahoots. And so on. The point is not valuing that past relationship with Gortash. Focusing on the shiny and new.
And like whatever. Gortash isn't ever going to publicly present that his feelings are hurt but like... wouldn't they? Your past lover or at the very least, only close friend struts in, now thinking they're some big shot, so beyond everything you two had ever done... when you always lived in their shadow beforehand, frankly. Gortash adores how this flawless plan was majorly Durge's, critiques Orin's sloppy manner of filling your place, how Ketheric was just a means to an end. But he liked you. The person who helped him raid Mephistopheles' vault, in turn helping him spit not only in the arch devil's face, but his past captor, Raphael's too (since Raph lives chronically in the shadow of his father, imo.) The person who thought they could formulate and enact this whole plot, and the only one he was willing to follow, to be an equal with, now coming to tell him what everyone always does, inevitably.
A final fuck you, or some form of betrayal, the same thing that caused his mess all those years ago when sold off to that warlock.
It would have to hurt, and while it's funny to imagine my little gnome Durge dying inside and cackling to the party about sleeping with an enemy and technically being the enemy... a little obssessed at the angst you could perceive of Gortash somehow falling for any crazy Bhaalspawn, nonetheless Durge, who was never one for morals, coming back renewed and not to come get him or work things out... but to slay him or turn against him. I'd send the Steelwatchers after our asses too.
In conclusion, Gortash, probably:
sigh. my bias against greasy little guys could never truly make me hate you, enver gortash. look at you, the man that you are.
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