( 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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( FEB )

[halforc]

( molly; new tattoos )

[halforc]

( fjord's inbox )

[ He couldn't find any willow bark but a trip to a healer's shop provided him with little tablets said to dull pain, so it's those he returns in possession of as well as dinner for the night, fried chicken in a bucket for the house. The smells wafts in front of him when he enters, calling through. ]

Molly! I got two things to help with ... whatever you've done to yourself.

[devilstongue]

In the kitchen, love! Just... give me a moment.

[ Molly puts the ice cube tray back in the colder cold box and then pulls his sleeve down over the still stinging skin. He had definitely not prepared for the new tattoos to feel like they had been immediately needled into his arm, rather than either just appearing or have him set up for sessions.

It's not much more than angry stinging, though, the skin whole and fine underneath.

He waits for Fjord to come in, looking utterly pleased with himself and excited. ]

[halforc]

[ Taking that moment to shrug off his coat, when he heads into the kitchen he gives Molly a curious look and sets the hot bucket down on the table, followed by the bottle of pills. ]

Food and tablets, both to lessen your pain. What have you gone and done?

[devilstongue]

[ Food!! ]

Oh, you are a treasure...

[ He picks up the bottle with a confused look, but doesn't try to read the text - he trusts Fjord to have gotten him at least something that works. Weird side effects, maybe, but still working.

He just pops one out and takes it with a glass of water. ]

I may have spent a square on something quite selfish.

[halforc]

It doesn't sound selfish if you're suffering as a result, Molls.

[ Parking his butt on the table, Fjord leans on a hand to get better look at Molly. ]

[devilstongue]

That's just a side effect, and it's not that bad. I just...

[ He pauses and then tries to figure out how to say this. ]

I wanted... something special for all of us. A celebration, you know? Something I could keep with me both to make me happy and... maybe help me remember if things... if things go bad.

[ If Lucien takes over. ]

So I filled my other arm with you and the Nein.

[ He pulls up his sleeve, showing the new thundercloud under the old sun-and-moon drapery, raining down a trailing swirl of bright blue water all over his arm, with floating dancing lights, lightning jumping between waves and little clusters of three blue forget-me-not flowers. A watercolor-like swirl is on the back of his hand, sun in a way to make it reminiscent of a lollipop, while crossbow bolts adorned each finger with an effect that made them look embroidered. ]

I just did not expect it to also feel like I got it all done in one sitting.

[halforc]

[ Fjord's eyes widen at the sight of the huge tattoo and he leaves his seat to walk over, barely stopping himself from touching it. He can see elements of all the Nein in there, recognising the symbols. ]

Damn, that thing is huge. It doesn't look raw, why does it hurt?

[ His attention keeps flicking back to the lollipop on Molly's hand, feeling a little weird about a constant reminder of her that makes his guilt return in a rush being on a hand that jacks him off but pushing that connection down because the whole motif on Molly's arm is beautiful. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly smiles as Fjord walks up to look at it, lifting his arm a bit to let the half-orc take a closer look. ]

You can touch if you're gentle, love.

[ He purrs, loosely coiling his tail around Fjord's thigh. ]

...and I'm not sure? It's like... almost a memory of pain? It's not agonizing, but aching. Like a few hours after the adrenaline goes down and you can feel how much you strained yourself in that battle.

( ★ )

[halforc]

• lottie; beach buds
• beau; gossipy brjeaus
• feb event threads; caleb, essek, aphrodite, vax'ildan, breeding/in heat
• ( molly inboxing caleb re: fight, molly inboxing caduceus re: fight ) molly; fjord's inbox, post-fight

( molly; on a break )

[halforc]

[ The hug they share on the front door when he returns feels so easy to sink into that Fjord reminds himself to do no such thing, having already set some boundaries. He needs to stick to them, he thinks over and over, because they were relatively fair and sensible even outside of the fight that led to him walking away from the Neinhaus for a few days. Things have been progressing at the speed of light for him and Molly since they exchanged their hearts in bed (several times) and slowing it all down a fraction can't be a bad thing. They have shared a room before without needing to wake up in each other's arms, this is no different.

(It's extremely different, but.)

Separating the beds isn't as easy as he remembers it being to shove them together, he has to shunt all his weight behind one of them to get it pushed up against the wall, then the second really takes the wind out of his sails and he gulps down water from the bathroom faucet to cool off. After a half-hour of grunting and swearing, the beds stand against either wall and two nightstands further separate the space, making it resemble one of the old taverns like an echo of the past.

He isn't sure whether he's fond or wary. ]

Right, all done. Oh, I should, uh ... unpack my stuff.

[ He plants the Bag of Holding on his bed beside the farthest wall, glancing around as if for permission. He did leave the room to Molly after absconding with all his personal belongings, it feels weird to swan back in and empty everything back out like he assumes he has a space here. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly looks kind of haggard when Fjord arrives, even if he's newly washed. There are dark circles under his eyes and he's not wearing any makeup - not even his favorite gold eyeliner. All in all he looks like a person that experienced his first heartbreak, which is fitting.

He doesn't say much when they hug, just holding Fjord tightly for a moment before letting go with a slight apology for making it a little more than friendly.

The tiefling doesn't help with the beds because he knows he'll just get in the way, and instead sits on one bed once it has been pulled apart, fiddling with his pillows awkwardly. Once Fjord finishes, he nods a little bit, not really sure what to even say any more. His skin is aching for contact. ]

...there should be room. I didn't move anything.

[ Finding the shirt Fjord forgot buried in his sheets, Molly tosses that one over to the half-orc as well. ]

[halforc]

[ Trying to politely ignore the fact Molly has been sleeping with one of his shirts, he nods as he catches it. ]

Alright.

[ It does feel awkward, one of the things he feared about returning, but Molly looks like shit and it's obvious Fjord did this. Started it, at least. As he starts pulling out his armour to set it back underneath Molly's coat in the wardrobe, the onus is on him to try and patch things up as best he can. ]

Having the beds this way is nostalgic. Do you remember when we stayed in that awful inn with the water on the floor? I woke up soaking wet and could hardly tell the difference in that fucking swamp.

[devilstongue]

[ The shirt had helped him get the little sleep he managed, which is sad in a while different way. He feels kind of stupid about it all, wondering if it was pathetic.

(How he misses Yasha, another ache in his heart. Maybe if she had been here, he would have been less of a stupid mess and more of a stable one.

Molly does smile a little bit when Fjord reminisces, because that is a nice thing to hold on to. ]

You were such a stubborn bastard. We both would have fit in that bed, even if it was a single. I could have put a pillow between us, even.

[halforc]

There was no way a wreck of an insecure bastard like me could have spent a night in your bed, Molly, and I think you know it now if you didn't back then.

[ He gives him a leery eye and a smile, able and willing to admit his own stupidity. There are lots of dumb decisions in Fjord's past, right up to recently.

Still smiling, an eyeroll concedes the truth. ]

You were too beautiful and you were my friend.

[devilstongue]

[ His grin softens at that. ]

True. We might not even have gotten together back then because of that. I'm really proud of all the changes.

[ It all seemed to have made Fjord a happier person, all in all. ]

We're still really dumb, though.

[ Case in point, right here.

The tiefling starts slinking out of his clothes to get to bed, but stops at his leggings. Deciding to keep them on, he crawls into the much narrower bed with a sigh. Now that the shirt wasn't in it, it didn't even smell faintly of Fjord any more, and the amicable situation rolls back slightly into that hollow feeling inside. ]

...goodnight.

[halforc]

[ A soft laugh leaves him as he agrees, finishing putting his things away around the time Molly climbs into bed. His own bed.

... It does feel strange, like this. ]

Goodnight, Molly.

[ Fjord strips down to his boxers, sliding into bed with an ouch as his heel unexpectedly hits the wall. Damn, the bed really is smaller like this ...

He lies back on an arm in the dark, unable to fall asleep. Listening. The silence is deafening. ]

( ★ )

[halforc]

• molly; fjolly talks
• vax; post-marriage
• beau; groupchat

( molly; a different kind of faux-wedding )

[halforc]

[ In a bid to pull away from the rough, mindless half-orc side of things that have been pushing further into the limelight of his relationships lately, Fjord spends a day while Molly is out of the house setting things up in their bedroom. It's been a little over a week since they made up and sex still hasn't entered back into the equation of their relationship, whether because they are both still desperate for emotional support or because of a vague, lingering apprehension on Fjord's part, he honestly doesn't know. What he does know for certain is that he wants back what they had, the wild carefree nature of Them, without roadblocks or apprehension. He misses it as much as Molly.

And it's time, he's sure of that too.

Their beds, pushed back together when Fjord moved back in, are thrown out and replaced with a kingsize that takes up even more room but does the job of making his point. He can't separate anything again, he can't 'run away from us' as Molly put it; Fjord is showing he will stay, next time. It absolutely requires the assistance of others in the house to get up the staircase but thankfully the single Vox Machina in the house is also determined not to be bested by a bed and the furniture makes it safely into place, followed by fresh white blankets and flimsy drapes with what Fjord has discovered are ironically named fairy lights, minus the actual fairies. They plug into the wall like so many other gadgets on the island and the effect is exactly what he wanted, especially once flower petals are strewn across the sheets and fluffy pillows.

He puts some fresh fruit platter beside the bed, along with two beers. Molly likes the former and they both like the latter, it's fine. It's fine.

It's all a waiting game, then. Molly comes home and they have dinner while Fjord internally vibrates while pretending nothing is different, barely containing his secret when he has to explain the new hole in the wall by the stairs where he dropped his end of the kingsize frame and Vax (freakishly strong on his end? 20!) nearly saw a wooden bed-leg go through a green head (2). Fjord ... accidentally summoned the Star Razor too close to the wall? Sure, that works.

When he takes Molly by the hand and leads him upstairs there are a few stray petals along the way. ]

I've got a surprise for you, come on.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's had a very good day, spending time at the new spa and talking to new, fun people. He returns home to a hole in the wall and laughs at Fjord's Star Razor mistake, teasing him about it as they settle for dinner. He can tell that something's going on (insight 13) as his boyfriend looks like he's about to vibrate out of his skin.

The tiefling smiles as he hears that Fjord has a surprised for him, immediately excited to hear that his lovely boyfriend thought of him. He hurries up the stairs with Fjord, noticing a few petals on the floor. Did he get him a whole bunch of flowers again? That had been nice, even if most of them had been a little squished once they made out.

When he enters their room, though, Molly's mouth falls open in awe. ]

Holy shit.

[ It's not very eloquent but definitely genuine, and a look of delight lights up his face. A big bed! New sheets! Little pretty lights... flower petals! It was as romantic as Jester's stories and he's a little floored. ]

...it's amazing.

[halforc]

[ Closing the door behind them, he wraps his arms around Molly's waist and chins his shoulder. ]

I could tell it was bugging you that we didn't share a dream of getting married. So, not to get too heavy and propose or anything, [ yikes ] I wanted to give you a honeymoon too.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly sighs happily when his lover leans against him like that, putting his hands over Fjord's. It surprises him that the half-orc had picked up on his slight annoyance at the Augur not letting them have a lovey-dovey dream thing, and it makes him flush just a little bit because he thought it was a stupid thing.

Here they are, though. With such a pretty bed and a loving man. ]

I adore it. Fjord, it's... wow. You did a lot of work.

[ There's a a pause. ]

...is this why there's a hole in the wall?

[halforc]

... Yes. Vax carried the bed most of the way, I almost got harpooned by a wooden leg.

[ He drops his forehead to a shoulder, smooching his way up as far as he can get with those horns. ]

I remembered what you said about my tendency to ... run away. So, I've got rid of the single beds and found a kingsize for us to share, no matter what. [ Squeezing around Molly's middle, he teases, ] You can rest easy knowing I'm not strong enough to split that thing in half.

[devilstongue]

That tiny half-elf carried this? Wow. [ He smiles and curls his tail around Fjord's waist for a backwards hug. ] Please don't put holes in yourself over beds, love.

[ Then the half-orc explains his reasoning for the new bed and Molly's eyes widen before he pulls free and turns around to kiss Fjord passionately. To do something like this, to smooth over something he just mentioned bothered him... this sweetheart of a man was too good for this world.

Especially this world. ]

I love you... and you're a genius.

[halforc]

[ He can't promise not to get skewered for being a weed! Anything is possible with low strength. Molly is scooped up in a hug as he dives around for a kiss, laughter muffling into it as they part and the heat of Molly on Fjord's mouth barely leaves. ]

I definitely am.

[ Dipping down to sweep Molly up in his arms (18! yes!!) despite his earlier failures in the day he finds no problem in carrying his boyfriend over to the bed and laying him down. ]

No one's going to bother us tonight, I made a point of letting them know we'd be busy ...