Molly's Perma-CatchAll

[devilstongue]

● WHO: Molly & others
● WHAT: perma-catchall, 2020-21
● WHEN: comment headers
● WHERE: comment headers
● WARNINGS: Most likely smut, probably blood

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

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[halforc]

[ Snorting at the aimless cursing, he takes a breath and lets it out in a sigh as Molly starts to vaguely make sense of his surroundings. ]

You crashed here last night. [ Quickly, he adds, ] It's okay.

[devilstongue]

Oh. Must've... been real drunk.

[ Fuck, why is he talking? His head is pounding and his vision is blurred. ]

Y'sure this is okay? I... I missed it.

[halforc]

I'm sure.

[ Thank fuck Molly's hungover enough not to notice how Fjord is holding onto him. He runs a hand from tail to nape and back along a spine, hoping the warm weight of his hand soothes some of that grogginess. ]

Do you want me to move and make breakfast or shall I stay here?

[devilstongue]

If you move I might die, and not only because of this hangover.

[ The tieflings sighs, melting back against Fjord into the space that just seemed made for him. His tail curl more securely around a thigh, as if he wants to cling on if the half-orc does decide to leave, and he places a sloppy kiss at the shoulder he's slept on. ]

I guess I gravitate towards you in all my weakest moments.

[halforc]

[ Looks like all hope of being maturely separate adults is gone. Fjord feels that kiss on his shoulder and takes a steadying breath, swallowing the lump in his throat; the tail winding around his thigh crosses all kinds of barriers that he shouldn't be happy about but is. ]

Glorified mattress, that's me.

[devilstongue]

The best kind.

[ Molly mumbles, and a small part of his realizes he's pushing things - but it's mostly overshadowed by his hangover. He starts purring with joy, but then quickly whines as it bothers him too much at the moment, so instead he just buries his head against green skin. ]

I missed you.

[halforc]

[ Someone's going to get a headache if he keeps purring ... oh, there it goes. Gone. He'll hear it again later when Molly isn't a mess. Fjord buries a hand in Molly's hair, letting the wooosy tiefling hide against him in a cuddle. ]

I've missed you too, Molls. A little.

[ Shaking with a chuckle. ]

[devilstongue]

[ He smiles against Fjord, and it feels like a battle victory to hear that he's been missed - that Fjord still likes it when he's close like this, radiating heat and joy in one. ]

I'm surprised I made it home, honestly. That bottle was dangerous.

[ Molly mumbles, opening one red eye to look at his boyfriend. (Hopefully.) ]

...I remember it being really important that I got it back home to Beau.

[halforc]

I have no idea why that might be.

[ He says it so flatly it can't be true, looking down a moment later at Molly. His expression softens, brushing his fingers through plum-dark curls. ]

You need to eat and bathe, not necessarily in that order.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly gives Fjord a look, but he still can't quite remember the reason. Maybe it will get back to him later? Who knows. His thoughts are soothed by that sweet hand in his hair, though, and the tiefling sighs happily. ]

I guess I have to...

[ He smells like tequila and sweat, but he's so soft and pliant right here, unwilling to risk his chance of being close like this with Fjord just to go stew in a bath instead. ]

Do we have anything other than goose?

[halforc]

Tell you what, let's make a deal.

[ He rolls them more onto their sides but ends up going a little further because of Molly's horns, all but laying him on his back as he covers him. That's ... well, okay. Totally forgot Molly laying on his side wasn't a thing, act cool like you meant to do that. ]

You take a bath, I'll find you something better to eat than goose, and then ... [ Sliding his hand into the one with the spiral tattoo, he brings up the palm for an apologetic kiss. ] Then we can talk about us.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's still pretty boneless when Fjord rolls them, and looks surprised as they keep going. He smiles up at the half-orc, amused and enjoying the reversal of positions in one. It feels good, right, and he hopes that Fjord feels the same.

There's even more hope sparking up inside him when baths, food and talking is mentioned, and then his lover kisses that problematic hand gently. He gives a small nod back, grabbing onto this thread of hope like it is a lifeline. ]

...you're gonna have to help me up, though.

[halforc]

[ Tenderness slopes into the usual ribbing exasperation when Molly acts like a brat. ]

Again, if you throw up on me I'm going to drown you in that bath. Let's get up then.

[ He will help Molly, of course, because he's a good person. The fussing is kept at a minimum, so as not to spoil him, but by this point Fjord considers it a lost cause.

His will has bent so much it may as well break any time now. ]

[devilstongue]

No promises.

[ His head is pounding, but he's at least holding any nausea down for the moment. With Fjord's help, Molly stands, a little unsteady but on his feet. He's a little too woozy to not lean his head on a broad shoulder, though.

Maybe he could get away with that. The half-orc did let him stay, after all. ]

Let's get going.

[halforc]

[ Fjord, being the generous and loving boyfriend he is, runs Molly a hot bath and squirts in some of that ambrosia stuff Aprhodite gave them, assuming if gods eat it it's good to bathe in too. Magical shit. He tells him to "enjoy yourself but don't drown", kisses him on the cheek to reaffirm things are going positive places (Molly needs physical reassurances, he's learned) and heads out to find them breakfast. He takes a walk to a diner, finds them some fast-food to stick to Molly's insides so he doesn't throw up, and returns within the hour.

Jogging up the stairs with the spoils of hashbrowns and eggy bacon rolls, he calls, ]

Molly! I hope you're dry, food's here.

[ It all feels ... right. Casual, the way they used to be before something stuck in the mud between them. Fjord will apologise later properly, for now he does it with actions. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly absolutely melts into the bath, suddenly lacking any bones as the heat and the amazing scent of his favorite incense and oils (thank you, ambrosia). He smiles happily as his cheek is kissed, chest blooming with happiness and relief. Things seemed good.

Maybe they could make this work again.

When Fjord returns he's just gotten out of the bath, brushing his locks and rubbing some oil into his horns. The tiefling opens the door a bit at the call, wearing a towel around his hips (for once). ]

Almost dry! That smells amazing, love.

[ Love. It felt like ages since he last said that. ]

[halforc]

[ Molly smells like ... the sea? Like a fresh breeze on the beach or the flowers at the portside market. Fjord is subsequently distracted by Molly's state of undress and simultaneously unsurprised, dragging his attention up to that happy face.

Love. ]

I got, uh ... I got what you like. Are you feeling better?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly smiles at the distraction and gives Fjord an amused but fond look. He nods a little bit at the question, stepping out of the bathroom to head back to their room to get dressed. ]

I am. Queasiness is better, head's still pounding but survivable. I guess I should be thankful I had water as well.

[ Well-informed three-year-old.

He passes by Fjord, and his tail sways under the towel in excitement as he smells the spoils of the food run. ]

Oh, that's wonderful. A greasy meal and I'll soak up the last of this hangover.

[halforc]

[ He almost follows him into the bedroom but hovers in the doorway, uncertain whether he should stay while Molly gets changed. Probably not anymore. Right? Right. The bag is placed down on the bed and he nods to the way out. ]

I'll be downstairs, then. No rush.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's already dropped in towel as soon as he's in their room, bending over to collect some of his clothes spread on the floor and tossing them into the hamper. ]

Let me put some pants on and I'll meet you in the kitchen.

[halforc]

[ Welp, yep, heading out! ]

Okay, see you there!

[ Maybe a coffee is in order while he waits. ]

[devilstongue]

[ About five minutes later, Molly slinks down into the kitchen, wearing black leggings, his boots and a comfy hoodie that also seems to be missing half of it. It's apparently a thing, now. ]

Feeeeed meeeee.

[ Molly whines, making grabby hands for a coffee cup and the goods. ]

[halforc]

[ Having left the room with the food in a panic instead of leaving it on the bed as planned, he nods to the bag on the table. There's a black cup of coffee that Fjord pours out as the scantily-clad menace walks in. ]

Do all your shirts have to be mauled in half by a monster before you'll wear them?

[devilstongue]

[ Seeing the food, Molly's quick to sit and grab some for himself, looking a lot better than the absolute mess he was last night and this morning. He noms on a hashbrown when the hexadin comment on his shirt, and he can't help a grin. ]

They come like this, you know! It's fashionable.

[ You look like a purple twink, Molly. ]

It's a nice tummy, very good with what it needs to do. It deserves some love.

[halforc]

It looks cold more than anything.

[ He takes a seat next to Molly on the end of the kitchen table, letting his gaze wander appreciatively over said tummy. ]

But it's cute, you're absolutely right. It suits you.