A Creature of Many Talents

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An amused purr rumbled in the back of Mollymauk's throat. It was a treat to see Caleb open up like that-- and undoubtedly a promise of much more to come. He could feel a chill creeping down his spine, his tail curling up behind him. A telltale sign that his words had not been just a bluff.

❝ Love, I would feed it to you whatever way you want- I'd be hurt if you doubted me, ❞ he winked, taking another mouthful of the wine, just to lean in closer and press his mouth against his wizard's. He waited patiently for the other's lips to part, to respond to his offering. It trickled past his own lips into Caleb's mouth. Only when the other's throat bobbed as he swallowed, Molly pushed back, amusement dancing in his crimson orbs.

Lucien leaned in closer, his forked tongue briefly pressed against the corner of Caleb's mouth, licking up a single droplet that was left behind.

❝ Look at our stray, ❞ Molly grinned, wiping the corners of his own mouth with the back of his hand.

❝ Eager as ever ❞

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It was rare. He did not very often feel like this -- his libido was lower than Molly's, though he always tried to indulge him when he was in the mood. Now, though, there was that glint in his eyes that told Molly and Lucien that caleb was in the mood. And those moods often lasted quite a bit.

And were quite enjoyable.

He took the wine from him, mouth opening up slightly as he let the sweet liquid slip over his tongue, tasting it, and Molly's kiss, at once. Lucien had pressed up against him, and Caleb could feel that he, too, had taken to the mood in the hammock.

They were out in the open, too.

"He can be eager," he hummed, burying a hand in Lucien's hair, softly tugging -- nothing too much yet, just a slight thing, a gentle tease, a promise of what was to come.

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And they were planning to spoil him, there was absolutely no doubt about that. The promise in his words had Molly's tail patter in anticipation-- never able to keep his excitement unnoticed. Somewhat of a curse, if you asked him.

Before Lucien could even say anything, he already reached for the bottle with a grin, pushing up just slightly to uncork it. The first swig ended up in his own mouth, humming softly at the sweet taste. Caleb was right, the bottle was quite promising, and its contents did not disappoint.

❝ Well, love, unless you want to drink it directly from my mouth- which I must say is definitely an option -you would have to lean up just a little, ❞ Molly purred into Caleb's ear, a shit eating grin appearing on Lucien's face in response.

Both tieflings could be absolutely ruthless sometimes.

❝ Maybe Luci can feed you some dried meats as well. Best of both worlds, like you deserve. ❞

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He considered, indeed, sitting up, but Molly’s words had quite the effect. Yes, it was in no way convenient, but he could just imagine their lips brushing, the sweet wine trickling between them, and it was… well.

Alluring, to say the least.

“And what if I do want that?” He hummed, quietly. “You feeding it to me like that. You did state it was an option and, you know…” he shrugged, which made the hammock shuffle about a little.

“But I will not say no to those dried meats.”

He grinned at Luce, who had already procured some of it. It was one of Caleb’s favourites, though he knew most found it rather boring. He just like the saltiness of it.

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Oh- Molly was in good spirits. The simplicity of this all, the knowledge that things were just good. Sure, in a not so distant past this would have given him the jitters. Things were not supposed to be good. However, living like this with Caleb, with their son, the road their world. No responsibilities- or well, not that many. It gave him a calm that he might have found scary once.

And yes, Lucien fit in that picture. His past, his present, perhaps even his future- but no longer one he was afraid of.

Lucien just scoffed against Caleb's clothed bicep, crimson eyes briefly cast up to the wizards face. He had the bottle pressed between them, an invite to take it if the need arose.

❝ you startin' as well ? Who cares where the bottles came from ? ❞ If Molly's memories were bad- Lucien's weren't the best either, albeit arguably better than that of his counterpart. He'd taken the bottles somewhere during his wanderings. Probably from someone who wouldn't even miss them.

❝ Gonna drink it or not ? More for me and Mol then. ❞

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"I absolutely am going to drink it. I do dare to say I need it more than you two, and I thought you were planning to spoil me," Caleb said -- but it was all in jest. Frankly, it was a good sign. An invite that he was open to more tonight, despite his aching body. He might not be up to take a very heavy lead role, but he could perfectly order them around from where he was laying.

Now, he was eyeing the bottle.

"I think the better question is, who is going to feed it to me. Because I am laying here and I am quite comfortable -- and I was promised the undivided attention of not one, but two tieflings."

He raised a single eyebrow.

"And I am quite interested in that bottle. The label promises very good wine, and I am willing to test."

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❝ && what is the fun in that ? ❞ Molly asked with a small pout appearing on his lips. He pushed himself up, leaning on Lucien's shoulder. Grabbing a piece of bread, he smeared some of the salted butter on top before bringing it over to Caleb.

Lucien followed, bringing the bottle of wine with him, no way he'd get up again once he laid down. Fuck that.

❝ Well, darling, scoot over and we will crawl into the hammock with you like the carnival freaks we are ! ❞ Molly grinned, only to earn a glare from Lucien. Oh- he was very well aware that he didn't want to be associated with the time Molly had spend there. Fine, but that didn't stop him from teasing the hell out of Lucien for it.

He pressed the slice of bread against his wizard's lips, urging him to take a bite. && stuck between his teeth, Molly got into the hammock next to him, happy to lay flush against him.

❝ Here we are ! ❞

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He did enjoy the feeling of being sandwiched between Molly and Lucien. It gave his body that grounding factor that he appreciated, and he stretched, taking that bite of bread with grateful eyes. He had been starving. Leaving without breakfast would do that to one, after all. Even a powerful wizard.

"You two are in oddly good spirits."

It wasn't a jab. Merely an observation. He had crossed his arms under his head and felt Lucien rest his head against his bicep. Interesting, the tiefling was clearly not against touch today.

Molly was, neither -- but Molly was never.

"I see we have wine bottles I do not recognize," he hummed -- though he wasn't quite sure how he would drink from those laying down. It didn't quite matter. The comfort of the pressure of their bodies was enough to not move.

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But Molly saw, Molly felt it, and he was quite sure that if he did so, Lucien did as well. As mentioned earlier, they shared a connection that simply could not be put into words. Sometimes not even a sideways glance was needed, but a simple squeeze of his hand on the other's upper arm was more than enough to wordlessly voice his worries.

It hurt him to see Caleb suffer. They were all getting older, yes, but it hadn't affected the tieflings in the way it seemed to have affected Caleb so far. Now that the former volstrucker could finally lean back a little, did all the exhaustion finally catch up with him ?

It wasn't something Molly found easy to bring up. He preferred to silently show his care wherever Caleb allowed him to. Much like he was doing now.

❝ Hammock it is, sir, ❞ he cackled, motioning his head towards it. ❝ And I will personally write Veth an unreadable letter to thank her if the thing magially holds us all. ❞

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He laughed softly. "You can dictate to me, you know? I will write it for you." Nevertheless, he hauled himself into the hammock with a groan, flopping back to gaze up.

"Good view here."

There was a smile in his voice as he listened to the crackle of the fire. Oh, he loved the sense of belonging, the comfort they had here. He closed his eyes, just for a moment.

"You two will be joining me, I hope?"

He was still strong. He was still handsome. But he did fear what would happen if he got even older. He knew what Essek had said, it haunted him sometimes.

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Molly knew the signs Lucien gave him. It was something unspoken between the two of them, but in a good way-- very good even if you asked him, because it wasn't always easy for Mollymauk to speak about his feelings without dancing around them or just waving them away with a dazzling smile on his face. && the same fore Lucien, pretty much.

Now he found himself leaning into the other tiefling, a snort leaving him at the harmless stab, his own banter quickly to follow. The moment itself was nice, but the soft look on his face also quickly returned as Caleb approached the two.

❝ Well, do you still think we failed preparing a feast ? ❞ the tease was audible in his voice, an arm slung across Lucien's shoulders as he pulled the other close to him.

❝ oh- wait, we are the feast. ❞

[hedcnistmuse]

Caleb couldn't help, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He did like the fact they teased him a little and it wasn't quite untrue - they were looking like a feast.

'Ja, ja, two delightful snacks.'

He was eyeing the hammock. His body got older, more sore after days of hiking in the woods, and he rolled his shoulders, hoping he hid it a little - after all, he didn't want to worry them.

'But there is wine, so I see the most important part has been taken care of.'

There was that gentle smirk again.

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because this world deserves more chaos tieflings 🤏 🤏 🤏 and we were absolute cuties. Can we just all take a moment of silence and realise the shenanigans these two would have had-

Also- what is Jessie showing Molly ? Wrong answers only.

Mollymauk: yours truly ( Nihtfrowan @ IG ) Jester: @hedcnistmuse ( absolethe @ IG ) Photographer: samael.night ( IG )

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Molly had grabbed some firewood with a smug smile dancing on his lips. His tail swung content behind him, his coat abandoned in the hammock. Letting himself fall onto his behind in the grass, he tried to form a proper pile on the stone. Setting it ablaze was easier said than done, but his smile grew the moment a spark finally settled between the creaks of the wood.

❝ Just in time ! ❞ Proud of his little accomplishment, he looked up as Lucien approached with the two bottles in his hands. Oh, that did look tempting-- the complete picture.

❝ Best not to ask where you got those, hm ? But you are a dick for keeping them hidden from us . ❞ He arched his neck, sticking out his forked tongue in jest. His fingers were dirty, so he refrained from reaching out to claw at the other tiefling's white shirt to pull him down to sit with him, but his tail pattering in the grass behind him was a clear invite.

Needy-- greedy, just like Lucien had mentioned earlier. Mollymauk longed for contact today.

❝ Got other gems hidden away you don't want to share ? ❞

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"I saved them for a special occasion," Lucien said. He slowly sat down, sinking on the grass next to Molly. He was not a big fan of sitting on the ground, but this wasn't so bad. The fire crackled softly, the sun already setting in the distance.

In his head, he still heard Caleb's song.

He let Molly slide against him, fingers dancing over his lower back as an invitation to show him that was, actually, allowed to be needy today. There were days that Lucien couldn't handle touch that well. But today was not that day.

"And I do want to share. That is why I kept them hidden. You might have drank them up all by yourself.'

Molly wouldn't have, but jesting was fun. They bantered back and forth a bit, spreading out the bread and spreads they had -- even some grapes -- as Caleb came walking back across the field.

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❝ well- at least we are on the same page, ❞ Molly grinned at the mention of wine. They probably had some in the cart anyway, but knowing that Lucien had brought some with him- well, he found it rather rude he had kept it hidden for the past week already. Keeping it for the right time, he could give him that. This was certainly the right time to open a bottle.

A soft whine rose from Molly's throat, however, when Lucien slipped from the hammock. Half hearted he lifted a hand towards him, jokingly trying to pull him back.

He actually missed his touch already.

❝ Can you grab those things ? I might be able to start a fire. ❞ It was not like he was incapable of doing so, but it was rather obvious that Caleb was the one who was given the honours to do so most times.

❝ Should have some dry wood behind the cart somewhere, ❞ he said, pushing up with a theatrical groan. ❝ Let me bring it over here. ❞

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"If we want to spoil the wizard, I can't keep lazing about. And I assume your idea is to get him in the hammock with us, right? So no whining," Lucien said, thought he couldn't deny it amused him, how hungry Molly seemed for him. Amused and turned him on.

"I'll be right back."

He wandered to the cart. Once he passed, he heard the soft tunes of a Zemnian song. Caleb wasn't a great singer, but there was something soothing in his voice. Something warm. Clearly, he was tucking in Cal and taking a moment with his son.

It warmed him.

The wine was easily found. Two expensive bottles that he had stolen from... he hardly remembered. What mattered was that he had it, right now. What mattered was that it was of use.

As he returned, he looked amused, seeing Molly tinker with the firewood.

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❝ Eh- ❞ Oh, he knew he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it. Tedious, certainly, but ever since he had found himself at the carnival when he had crawled out of the dirt it hadn't been necessary for him to actually learn the skill ( not that he wanted to either ).

❝ Not actually planning to prepare some lavish meal- ❞ Mollymauk watched as Caleb disappeared with Callum into the cart, a small smile dancing on his lips at the sight. As the door fell shut, he turned his head back towards Lucien.

❝ We have some bread left, surely we can do something with that. No need to burn anything when we don't have to, ❞ He said, smile turning into a full grin. Briefly he burried himself against his other self, slowly relaxing at the touch of the other tiefling's skin against his own.

A body he know so, so well.

❝ Shame there are no markets close- and that I don't want to disturb Caleb for a transportation spell, but maybe we still have some spreads and cheeses ? Oh ! and we need drinks, definitely. Our wizard needs to relax. ❞

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Lucien did agree with Molly: Caleb needed to relax. He had seen the strain in the wizard's eyes, the tense set of his shoulders. He might like life on the road, but it also worried him. perhaps, Lucien thought, that was where he might be useful. To ease some of that worry.

To take some of that burden.

"There is wine. I brought wine," he stated, as he slipped out of the hammock. It was decently hung between two threes, next to a small, rocky place. 'And we could build a fire."

He gestured to the stony ground.

"So perhaps some bread, spreads and some mulled wine, then. I might even have some dried meat left from my days on the road."

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A triumphant grin spread across Molly's features. Oh- how he loved being right about something. Not that it was anything big, but it was good to know he could read his magic man properly after this time together with him.

❝ We have been-- hanging, yes, ❞ He laughed, swaying the hammock slightly. Could they have been doing anything else ? Probably, but it really depended on what exactly if he'd feel up for it.

❝ Cal has been playing outside, just joined us for a bit- but it looks like our little mister might need a nap. ❞ Well- both of them probably needed a nap. Crimson eyes took in Caleb's sore form, even as he relaxed with their son in his arms.

❝ How about this- Luci and I prepare something to eat. You put Callum to bed for an afternoon nap, and you join us in here afterwards ? ❞ Lots of bad, bad decisions, guaranteed disaster when it came to the poor food put in the hands of the two tieflings, but Molly would never say no to a proper snuggle afterwards.

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The idea of being in the hammock with them was so enticing that Caleb was willing to risk terrible food, so he hoisted up Cal a little higher and nodded.

"Sounds good, give us a bit, huh?"

With those words, he took Cal with him to the cart, the boy already nodding off on his shoulder. This, too, was the beauty of their travelling life. They could just put him in the cart and hang around him while he slept. No dangers. No threat.

"Did you propose food?" Lucien raised an eyebrow. "We are both dreadful cooks."

He was not even ashamed to admit it. He had many, many talents. Cooking was not one of them and it had never had to be, but he didn't want Caleb coming back and being disappointed. The last thing he desired was being sent away over a case of terrible pancakes, or so.

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❝ Loooove- ❞ Molly sang with an oomph that followed as Callum was way too eager to climb over him to get out of the hammock as soon as he possibly could. Dear Gods, the boy was growing way too fast already.

❝ For your information ! I did not curse, I only named the Moonweaver, ❞ he huffed, looking over the edge of the hammock, a soft smile present on his lips as Caleb approached. All in one piece indeed, thankfully. And it looked like he had been successfull with whatever he had set out to do.

His tail pattered behind him, quite close to smacking Lucien's cheek.

❝ And I only found Luci here earlier, so of course I had to join. Honestly had no idea you were away. ❞ Crimson eyes followed him and Callum as the boy ran towards his father, eager to cling to the underside of his shirt, chattering happily about what he had been doing since Caleb had left them.

❝ You look smug though, ❞ Molly concluded, eyes narrowing slightly. ❝ Where did you ran off to ? ❞

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Once Callum had reached him, Caleb could not resist picking him up. He put him on his hip while he half listened to his chattering, half studying the two tieflings in the hammock. His older body was a bit sore from his stint int he woods but by Exandria, he wanted to be sandwiched inbetween.

"I was just getting some spell components," he shrugged. "A man has to keep his stock up to date when possible."

Cal had placed his head on Caleb's shoulder and now allowed his father to rock him back and forth, eyes slightly droopy while he snuggled close to the old, leather coat and scarf that Caleb had never managed to lose. They were, at least, clean now.

"So you two have just been hanging here?"

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Oh, he did--- when he wasn't too lazy to put it up, that is. He sometimes had to plea with Caleb, giving him the best puppy eyes he could muster, for his lover to help. But once up, oh he loved spending time here, until he got too antsy and just needed to get up and move.

❝ Hm- don't think so, really ? ❞ Molly hummed, watching the spade of Lucien's tail together with his son. Oddly satisfying, if he had to be honest.

❝ You're actually the first to come look for us here. With us moving around again this much, I guess it isn't that easy to come and visit. ❞ And he didn't blame anyone for it either. Although, if he had to be honest, it was sometimes difficult to be this far removed from those he had gotten to see as family.

❝ But hey ! if someone is very eager to come see us with some gifts, they're welcome to find us. ❞

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Lucien wanted to say something, but just when he opened his mouth he heard the tell-tale sign of boots on the grass. Caleb was light on his feet, as a life on the run had turned him into a gentle walker, but their tiefling's ears caught him nonetheless.

Cal had, clearly, inherited that too.

He shot up, almost bouncing out of the hammock as he pointed in the distance where indeed, some meters ahead, was Caleb. His hair was a bit frazzled, but he was in one piece, and he was smiling, which was quite a feat for the wizard indeed -- he had a resting grumpy face.

'Papa! Dad cursed!' Cal announced proudly.

Lucien, in turn, snorted. This was why he loved his... well, what was it, nephew? -- dearly. The kid was funny. Nevertheless, he did push up a little in the hammock to greet Caleb.

'Hallo,' the wizard said, a little smug. "I see you have gathered quite nicely together. I do feel a little left out, there isn't much space in the cozy nest you built."

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Commission for @reverouge 💜 I really liked this lovely boy

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EEEEHHH MY BOI VÁLI 🥰🥰 thank you so much again 🫶

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❝ It was a gift when we told her that we'd leave Rexxentrum to move around again, ❞ Molly explained, combing his clawed fingers gently through Callum's curls as the boy was kept occupied by Lucien's tail.

He'd once asked him why he didn't have a tail- or horns, for that matter. It had caught Molly completely off guard, and for once in his ( short ) life he didn't have a quick comeback or simple answer to tell his son. No- it was for the better that Callum had not been born a tiefling, perhaps thanks to Caleb's magic. Once he'd get older, he would understand, Molly had told himself.

❝ We always try to find a place where we can use it. It fits all of us perfectly ! ❞ He laughed, dragging his thoughts back to the present. Looking up he reached to Lucien's ear again, rubbing the tip.

❝ And hey ! Who am I to ever deny a gift ? I mean, Cay tried, but Veth insisted. Guess she was just happy he allowed himself a little more rest again. ❞

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"Do you often lay in it, then?" he asked. He could imagine it, the three of them curled together. It did not, he think, fit another adult, but it was a fun idea. Fun sex scenes, too, though he tried not to think of that when he was laying with Callum against him.

"Will she visit soon?"

He always dreaded her visits slightly and tried to avoid her - but if they wanted him to stay this time, maybe he had to face it. After all, she had taken care of Caleb for quite some years. He hung his tail a little bit above Callums head, dangling it there.

"You do like gifts."

He had known that. He had brought some too, but he hadn't give them yet. He had felt slightly silly about them. They were in his bag, in the cart. He wondered if he would ever give them away.

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He wasn't- Dear Gods, of course he was not angry ? Oh Caleb would most likely scold him if he'd find out he had been cursing around Callum again- even though, in his defense, it hadn't even been that bad, had it been ?

❝ No, no, baby, papa ain't angry, at all. Your father is just an absolute dork who likes to make us all worry, ❞ he added with a wink, trying to sit up, even though the hammock didn't make it very easy for him to do so.

No, grabbing Callum and lifting him in order for him to join them turned out to be quite the operation, some hair pulling included-- and regrettably not the good kind. Still, after some struggle, the boy laid between him and Lucien.

Molly placed a kiss against his red hair.

❝ If this thing holds all of us for another hour, I'm personally writing Veth a letter to thank her, ❞ Molly cackled, quite certain said letter would only consist of some incoherent drabbles. Even after all this time, Caleb hadn't managed to get him to learn how to read and write properly.

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Callum seemed entirely content, snuggled up between the two tieflings. He had grabbed Luciens tail, who gladly gave it to him, and was now rubbing his cheek against is while he hummed a little. Lucien could only look at it in wonder, but it wasn't unpleasant, per se -- so he let it be.

Was Molly right? Could he have this all the time?

It almost sounded like a fairytale if phrased like that, but he loved Callum. Loved him in that sense that he had never thought he was capable of. In other words: he loved Callum more than he loved himself, more than his sense of self-preservation -- and wasn't that a scary thought.

"Did she get it for you?' Lucien asked.

He didn't like Veth, but that was more of a somewhat friendly mutual rivalry. She fussed over Caleb too much and it triggered whatever jealous gene Lucien had coursing through his body. It was, from an outsiders perspective, probably very funny.