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fjordfocused · 5 months

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thinking about one of my favorite NPCs from a previous campaign.

a succubus summoned just for her shapechanging abilities in order to frame a man for the (very) public assassination of a guild leader, she was only supposed to be around for, like, a session. she managed to escape her battle encounter, though, so, hey, thought she could be a reoccurring threat for the protagonists during this arc.

anyway then my players rolled an Insight high enough that i told them she hated being part of an assassination plot because it was boring and cringe. soooo they decided to make a devil deal with her to give her something more interesting to do.

well shit. now she's important and needs a name. now there's Fenral the Succubus.

Fenral became a reoccurring NPC, showing up mostly to cause trouble. there was a scene where she got mangled by a hag on the ethereal plane and the protagonists had to convince a paladin to smuggle her to safety, which was a whole thing. all the while, Fenral was chief cunty, delightfully uninterested in doing good, and spoke with a horrible SoCal accent that I unfortunately dedicated myself to.

she was supposed to be a reoccurring nuisance and comedy relief. until, thanks to a synergy of plot and coincidence, she tricked a PC into giving her a piece of an archfey's heart. this archfey's heart was originally intended to corrupt a PC, who was being targeted by this archfey due to Backstory Reasons.

so. instead of the PC having this corrupting heart, the succubus absorbed it and fucked off for a while from the plot.

fast-forward to the Feywild Arc. time to confront that Big Bad Archfey. the problem for the PCs is that they cannot charge the Big Bad's lair without an army, and they can only get this army by convincing three other archfey to help them. there's a few people they can go to, including somebody called The Foreign Magus, an archfey from faraway lands who seems completely immune to Big Bad's powers. the players venture into a burning Feywild to find this mysterious figure and implore them for help.

guess who they find.

"oh my goooooods hiiiii you guysssss~"

Fenral had used the archfey heart to lie her way into archfey powers. After all, by fey logic, if she's called an archfey, then isn't she an archfey? she avoided corruption on account that her soul had already been flash fried by the Hells so there was nothing to corrupt. with the players now in on her deception, she became a part of the Triskelion Pact, a homebrewed weapon representing the alliance of the three archfey, and eventually overtook the territory of the Big Bad Archfey.

territory that eventually became the only safe place to rest and recover in the later, final arc of the campaign when time stopped on the Material Plane.

Fenral was never planned. She was supposed to be a one-shot villain. But she yes-and'd her way into being a vital NPC. I miss her; I hope she's doing well. the little succubus who could make things worse.

Her positively ancient heroforge for reference:

#this got long but yeah #dnd story #you can yes-and your way into so many things. most of them good. some bad. and some are Fenral.

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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h driving around his lovie in the yellow vintage ferrari because lovie loves the humming engine of the car ☺️🐻

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Harry was at his wit’s end. He was certain that he would be able to take care of his own child for three days whilst his wife enjoyed a weekend away with her closest friends at the beach. Like, absolutely positive. He’d gotten the whole dad thing down pat. All he lacked was the ability to produce breast milk, which Y/N had gladly pumped extra of and stored in the refrigerator before she left. Harry knew exactly when they ate, exactly how much to give them and how long he needed to burp them for so that their tummies wouldn’t be upset later on in the day. Absolutely nothing had been different about the baby’s routine besides the fact that their mother was not here. There was nothing she possessed that was not accessible to the baby while she was gone, yet, for some reason, everything was going wrong.

The baby had quite literally been screaming all day. Harry had unnecessarily changed their diaper about 800 times just in case the material was irritating their skin and he had tried just about everything in the book to soothe them. A cold wash rag for them to chew on in case they were uncomfortable due to incoming teeth, a warm bath in the kitchen sink case they were cold, a million different pacifiers that they only repeatedly spit out. The most peace Harry could get was about an hour when they exhausted their tiny body from wailing and dozed off for a bit, but as soon as they came to, the waterworks started again and Harry was back to nearly pulling his hair out.

It broke his heart seeing his baby so upset. He was at the point where he felt like a failure of a father. It hadn’t even been a full day since Y/N had left and it felt like everything was falling apart without her. They didn’t have a dirty diaper, didn’t have a fever, didn’t have an empty belly, yet they refused to stop wailing at the top of their lungs like Harry was hurting them just by being around them. He was almost ready to throw in the towel and call Y/N to beg her to come home early until he remembered he had one more lifeline before ruining Y/N’s weekend trip.

“Do wha’?” Harry mumbled tiredly yet dumbfoundedly into the sleek, black cell phone he held to his ear.

It was nearly two in the morning. He wasn’t expecting her to pick up the phone, but he sure was glad that she did. He’d hoped she could give him some advice, to tell him what to do or even offer to come over and help. But this was the last thing he’d ever expected his mother to say.

“I’m serious, love. You loved it too when you were being a fussy baby. Something about the sounds of the engine. Put ya right to sleep every time.”

“Tha’s ridiculous. It’s two in the morning.”

“You asked, Har. Just try it. Drive around the block and see if it calms them down a bit. Call me back if that doesn’t work and I guess I can come ‘round.”

Harry was never sure how she always managed to sound so calm. Maybe it was the fact that she’d raised him and his sister at the same time, so anything after that was a piece of cake. Even the sound of her voice was comforting to him and enough to ease some of his nerves. But maybe that was just because she was his mother.

“Alright. I’ll let ye’ know how it turns out. Thanks f’ pickin’ up so late.”

“Love you, Harry.”

“Love ya too, mum.”

Harry ended the call and tossed his cell onto the unmade bed he shared with Y/N. It looked awfully empty without Y/N in it and part of him wondered if part of the reason why he’d contemplated calling her to come home early was that he missed her warm presence in the house and everything felt cold and wrong without her. He wonders if this is how she feels when he leaves for tour, but doesn’t have much time to dwell on it due to the piercing cries coming from the nursery where the baby had been lying down in an attempt to sleep.

“I hear ye’, I hear ye’,” Harry groaned as his feet padded over the soft carpet to the crib where the baby was.

“It’s gonna be alright, bubby. Promise ye’.”

He carefully lifted their strained body up from the mattress pad and began patting them on the bum, as if that would soothe them in the slightest at this point. Maybe it wasn’t for the baby but more so Harry. Their tiny little toes were curled in on themselves as they pawed at their face and continued to cry. Harry used to think their cries were cute, he really did. But now, each little huff and puff that left their chest put Harry closer and closer to the edge and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

After placing them snuggly in their carrier, Harry toted both them and his now lukewarm mug of tea to the garage. The Ferrari was the vehicle of choice, mostly because it was the easiest set of keys for him to find and he wasn’t going to spend another second looking for any other keyring. He strapped the baby securely into the backseat of the bright yellow car before hopping in on the driver’s side. He rubbed his dull, tired eyes with the backs of his hands before opening the garage door and bringing the engine to life.

This better fucking work, Harry thought to himself as he peeled out of his private driveway and onto the streets of his neighborhood.

Harry couldn’t believe it. Fifty-two seconds. Literally fifty-two seconds after he had turned onto the desolate street that his house was on and began driving aimlessly was all it took for his baby, who has been screaming non-stop for going on six hours, to stop crying and fall asleep immediately. It made Harry laugh out loud at how ridiculous he looked. It was nearing three o'clock in the morning and here Harry was, in his upper class, gated community driving around in a bright yellow Ferrari wearing a shirt covered in baby spit-up and hair that hadn’t been washed in god knows how long - all to make his baby go to sleep.

He kept his low beams on, fearing that he might draw the wrong type of attention at this hour and end up having the police called on him. There was almost something soothing about the engine to him too, he thought. But in actuality, it was probably just that fact that this is the longest he’d gone without listening to his baby cry like someone was inflicting excruciating pain on their tiny little body.

Harry sipped his tea in between turning corners and continued to creep through the empty streets. After nearly twenty minutes of silence, he felt like it was safe to say that his baby was out for the night. At least he really fucking hoped so considering he would have been out for the night after crying as hard as they had been. Just as he was ready to make the left turn that would take him back to his home, his phone rang, nearly making him jump out of his skin at how the ringer pierced the silence in the car.

He checked in the reflective mirror to make sure that the interruption hadn’t disturbed the baby’s sleep. Thankfully, it hadn’t and they were still sleeping soundly with their cheeks squished against the straps of the car seat and their blanket tucked snuggly around their body like a little burrito.

“Hello?”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaarry,” her voice bled through the speaker and into his ear.

She was drunk. Almost certainly.

“Hiiiii, lovie,” Harry drew his voice out slightly to mimic hers.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake this late. Just wanted to check on you guysssss.”

He heads her huff loudly and some rustling in the background that sounded like sheets crumpling. She was most likely coming home from the club and getting ready for bed seeing as it was now well past three o'clock in the morning.

“We’re alright,” he decided to spare her the gruesome details about how their child had been screaming nonstop and not worry her pretty drunk head, “Wha’ about you? Ye’ havin’ fun?”

“Soooooo much fun,” she giggled before sighing, “But I miss you guys sooo much. I think I might come home tomorrow.”

“Why come home early if you’re havin’ soooooooo much fun?” Harry chuckled quietly into the phone.

“Because I miss you and I miss the baby and the bed in my hotel room is cold and empty without you and it feels weird not waking up to breastfeed at 1 o'clock in the morning,” she rambled, “Wait, why are you whispering?”

The corners of Harry’s lips turned up when he realized she was saying the exact words he had been thinking earlier that evening about being miserable at night without her.

“The baby’s asleep in the backseat-”

“Backseat? You’re in the car?” her voice sobered up immediately.

“No, no. It’s not like that,” Harry did his best to quickly backtrack and reassure her that it was nothing bad that landed them on the road at half-past three, “Everything’s fine. Bubby wouldn’t stop cryin’ so mum told me to take em for a drive and see if it calmed them down. Worked pretty well. They were out before I even made it past the neighbor’s house. Turns out the Ferrari’s better for more than just looks.”

She scoffed on the other end, making Harry furrow his brows in confusion but quickly fade into a smile after she spoke.

“The Ferrari, huh? You never take me out in that thing anymore. Do you like bubs more than me now?”

He couldn’t see her, but he knew for a fact she was dramatically pouting against the glass screen of her phone.

“Hey, tha’s not nice,” Harry chuckled softly, “Don’t make me pick favorites. It was the only key I could find. Think I accidentally washed the keys to the Audi last night. I’ve been so tired lately I can barely see straight.”

“Welcome to my world, bubby.”

She wasn’t trying to be snide or dismiss him, it was just her drunken mind speaking for itself and Harry knew that.

“Anywayyyys. You owe me a ride in the Ferrari when I get back.”

“Only if ye’ promise to stay away for the rest of the weekend like ya planned. I won’t let ye’ back in this house if you ditch ye’ friends for us.”

Harry’s eyes were getting droopy and he decided to finally head back to the garage to park the car and go back inside.

“You guys are more important, though.”

Even though she was drunk, she was being honest and it warmed Harry’s heart.

“We’ll be waiting right here for ye’, love. ‘S probably time for all of us t’ go t’ bed now, innit?”

“I guesssssss,” she groaned through a yawn.

Harry laughed once more at her innocence, “Take care of yourself for me, yeah? Wash your face and leave some water on the nightstand for in the morning.”

“Sure thing, daddy.”

“Hey! Can’t be talkin’ like that when you’re not around. S’not fair.”

Harry was just messing with her, but there was some slight truth to his words.

“Alright! Alright,” she sleepily giggled, “I’ll save it for when I get back. ‘M gonna go to bed for real now. Give bubby a kiss for me.”

“I will. Love ye’.”

“Love you too, H.”

Harry hung up before her, knowing she’d fall asleep with her phone in her hand if he didn’t end the call first. He took one last look at the sleeping infant in his backseat before shutting off the whirring engine of the Ferrari that he’d just parked in his open garage. Just seeing the peacefulness that washed over their features and the way their lips turned out in a pout from having such chubby cheeks was enough for Harry to take back every hostile thought he’d had earlier tonight.

Before he attempted the impossible mission of transferring his bub from car to crib without stirring them, he decided to snap a photo to send to Anne to let her know that her advice was greatly appreciated and that bub had taken to the engine sounds without a fight. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without his mother. Well, both his own mother and his baby’s mother. He owed them so much more than he could ever possibly give back to them, he thought to himself as he placed one last goodnight kiss on his child’s forehead before tiptoeing out of the nursery and into his bed to sleep peacefully and dream of two days from now when his love would be home and they could be a family together again.

#harry styles fanfiction #dad!harry #harry styles one shot #asks #harry styles imagine #dad!harry x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff

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