( fjord's perma-catchall )

[halforc]

▶ WHO: fjord & various
▶ WHAT: perma-catchall, 2020-21 | NEINHAUS catch-all
▶ WHEN: comment headers
▶ WHERE: comment headers
▶ WARNINGS: smut, tba.

 

 

 

 

tag AC; oct, nov, dec, jan, feb, mar, apr, may, jun, jul, aug, sep

fjord stone, critical role, hexadin,

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[halforc]

[ Rising with all of Molly's weird purchases from the vending machine, he huffs as though the answer is obvious. ]

Yes, of course. I asked you on a date, remember.

[ With armfuls of snacks, he flashes Molly a smile and pecks him on the lips, then looks around for somewhere they can crash and pig out for lunch. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly laughs at that, tail giving a happy swish at the peck, and then 'helps' by carrying the drinks. ]

That's part of it? [ He hums, curious as they find a nice seat. ]

Careful, though. One might take advantage.

[halforc]

Wanting to eat a lot isn't taking advantage.

[ He finds some wooden benches with tables outside and heads over there, setting up their heart-attack picnic. ]

We've got a lot of tickets but I bet we can get more. If you have enough you can exchange them for one of the prizes at the main booth.

[devilstongue]

You never know, I'm a dastardly fellow!

[ He sing-songs, taking a seat on the bench and sliding over the almost fluorescent-green drink. Then he gets himself a handful of popcorn, tossing one in his mouth now and then. ]

I appreciate it, though. This is a lot of fun... different but similar enough at the same time.

[ Molly curiously looks over to the main booth, but he can't quite see what they have at this angle. ]

I remember when I thought a strawberry was a wonderful prize. That was a nice fair.

[halforc]

You're about as dastardly as my foot, Mollymauk.

[ Said foot hooking around one of Molly's under the table, ankles resting together.

This is nice. It's one of the rare sunny days on the island and the food they are eating is insanely sweet (Fjord thinks his drink is some kind of potion as it fizzes up his nose), there's nothing to do but enjoy each other's company and go home together at the end of the day.

If only it was home-home. ]

A strawberry is a naff prize, you'll love what they have here. [ He turns in his seat a little to see him, snapping off a chocolate bar with a tusk to chomp while he talks. ] While we're on the subject, I promise that whatever prize you pick I'll go along with it. Whatever prize.

[devilstongue]

[ That comment earns Fjord another amused scoff, but Molly's more than happy to hook their ankles together (and his tail comes to join them) while they eat strange things from a machine. The drink he has is almost a little too sweet for him, but he keeps going - it has a grape vine on it, so it has to be weird wine.

Fjord's promise about the prizes makes him intensely curious, wondering if it was sexy things (most likely in a place like this) or exciting stuff. ]

Any prize, huh?

[halforc]

Any prize, [ he reiterates, leaning over to share a brief peck on the lips that tastes like his lime green drink, ] because I trust you.

[ His hand sweeps up Molly's back in a casual rub, then he goes back to sifting through their snack pile. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly purrs at the little sweet peck, an then licks his own lips to get some more of that taste from the drink. It's just as weird as his and that's just wonderful. ]

A dangerous thing to say, love. I'll be gentle.

[ He leans a bit against Fjord, picking through their stuff to try a little bit of everything and deciding what he likes. Most of the sweet stuff is a little too much for him, but the sour gummies are probably the best things he's ever had. Of course the popped corn is delicious as well, and he does like one of the candy bars with nuts in them.

Eventually the tiefling just feels too full to move, dramatically flopping over Fjord. ]

I ate way too much, but that was fun, too!

[halforc]

It's so sweet, [ he's eaten too much chocolate and there's a smear of it on the corner of his mouth, ] I can't wait to have bread and butter for dinner.

[ Taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around Molly and lean a cheek on a horn, he enjoys being together at their sunny picnic table where the world has boiled down to just them. Once the remaining snacks are stuffed in a pocket for the rest of the Nein to scoff later and all the tickets are safely rolled up in another, he slaps Molly's thigh. ]

Alright, up! Weird claw games await!

[devilstongue]

[ He gets up with an exaggerated groan of overeating and then leans up to kiss away that chocolate smear. ]

Alright, lets see what that's all about!

[ The claw games are interesting and frustrating in one, and they definitely have to be what was rigged in this fair. Things just kept slipping out! ]

You know, I bet this is really easy for Nott or Caleb, with their magic hands.

[ He's not above cheating, okay? ]

[halforc]

Stupid mage hands ... I can win at this, it's all about angles and timing.

[ (1, 16, 14,) He sucks at the game but seems to be getting better out of sheer stubbornness, picking up the plushies and boxes but always dropping them with the sway of the claw. ]

Which of these prizes do you want, Molly?

[ It's on: Fjord vs Claw Machine. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly laughs as Fjord keeps going, and cheers him on as he keeps lifting things and them slipping out again just before the dropoff square. It doesn't seem to deter him, though, so the tiefling takes a really good look at the offerings in the machine before them. ]

Hmmm... the bear with angel wings. Reminds me of Yasha.

[halforc]

[ (19, 16, 9, 13, 1, 8, 1, 3, 1, 8, 17, 2, 24, 10, 3, 12, 14, 2, 2, 20!!!)

Fjord is on a mission. Pure determination helps him through his shittiest attempts and eventually, after bapping the game with his device to pay for try after try, he manages to win the bear with angel wings with a yell of success. He could have paid for so many other games but this was a matter of principle, he wanted to win the thing Molly liked, and as he hands it over he beams proudly.

He only sucked at that game for two-thirds of it. Clearly, now he's a master. ]

One bear aasimar, sir.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's getting somewhat concerned after the sixth try, but it looks like it's a pride thing, and who cares about money when they're having fun? There's a cheer from the tiefling as the bear finally slides down the chute to them and it's picked up by a vindicated boyfriend.

He takes the little bear happily and then tugs Fjord close, leaning up to give him a passionate kiss. ]

Thank you very much. Practice definitely makes perfect.

[ It's one expensive shitty-quality bear, but he loves it. ]

[halforc]

[ Oof, that kiss. It gets a little more heated than anything else they've done in public so far but Fjord is riding high and soaking up Molly's good mood like a sponge, running a palm around that uncovered midsection to rest in the dip of his back. ]

Do you want to hit up some more games then pick out your main prize?

[devilstongue]

Oh, definitely. I want to try everything here!

[ Of course Molly does, and pulls Fjord with him into the mess of games, ready to try out anything that just catches his glance. It's so nice to just have fun and not care about anything but that, and having Fjord by his side feels... it feels right. ]

[halforc]

[ A good amount of the afternoon is spent trying to best each other on arcade games with Fjord loving every moment of it. It's a little like being back home; even though they're full from lunch he buys a strawberry nougat bar for Molly as a "prize" too, to make it "a little more like a real fair this way".

When they have had enough and Fjord has resorted to wrapping the longest tickets around his arms, he leads them to the booth with a robot manning the desk in front of (yup, wow) shelves upon shelves of sex toys and outfits. Resigned to his fate, he holds up their winnings so the robot can take and count them, eyeballing Molly to see if he can gauge where the tiefling's interests lie. ]

[devilstongue]

[ He's having one hell of a time, either competing with Fjord or cheering him on. The bear is now attached to his belt like a new kind of scimitar, and the nougat bar disappear into a pocket after his half-orc gets a thank-you kiss.

All in all it's an absolutely great afternoon - and better still, when they reach the booth. Of course this was where the lewd stuff is for this place.

There's so much, and he watches all the things with unbridled glee. He's not going to buy actual sex toys that go inside at a fair - that just sounds like giving yourself trouble - though unlike the typical carnie stuff, these actually do look like good quality. ]

Hmmm... those manacles, definitely.

[ He points at leather handcuffs with a white fluffy trim. ]

...and if we have enough, I do like those lacy stockings.

[halforc]

Manacles and stockings.

[ He's definitely more excited about one than the other but he did make a promise, and he nods to the dithering robot who throws in a small purple cat keychain with their leftover tickets. Very fitting.

With a bag of goodies in tow, he offers Molly his arm for the walk home. ]

So who are you hoping gets tied up?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly purrs, leaning a bit to that arm as they start to walk home. ]

Well, stockings for me and manacles for you? That way I can tease you while I ride you. Oooor both for me. I'm flexible.

[ He grins up at Fjord and wiggles the fluffy things happily. ]

[halforc]

[ He purses his lips to stop from laughing when he hears that, reining in his imagination with the force of fifty moorbounders. ]

I wouldn't know what to do with you if you were tied up, [ whispering as they walk, ] it feels much nicer when your hands are on me.

[devilstongue]

That's sweet, darling.

[ Fjord gets another kiss on the cheek for that one. ]

Looks like I get to tie you up and ride you tonight~!

[halforc]

If the others aren't back too early.

[ Poor bastards, having to listen to all that yowling ... ]

[devilstongue]

Aww, they should be happy we're having fun!

[ No, he's definitely too damn loud. They need more soundproofing when Molly regularly hollers Fjord's name from the top of his lungs. ]

[halforc]

I think they're sick of us being happy, at this rate.

[ His smile broadens for a moment with a laugh, then he eyes Molly thoughtfully. ]

Has Caleb seemed a bit more affectionate with you lately, out of curiosity?