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⚔️🐉 Ikesoren Week 2026 - Day 1: Canon Era I love when Pelleas gets bullied 😚
the GIRLIE
Circuit of Devotion
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A/n: I wrote this for Kimerbohwrites by request based on this headcanon of mine.
Rolan x Coren (my tiefling Storm Sorc F!Tav)
Wc: 3,600
It's stupid in love fluff, so no warning I think. well except bad grammar
⚠️NOW ON A03⚠️
Rubbing the back of his neck Dammon hummed, considering everything he could have at his disposal. Dammon mentally listed every artisan and guild trader he'd met in the Gate. His eyes roamed his shop interior and landed on a canvas covering an old bucket. He had never found a use for the material inside, but maybe…
"I have this," he said, ripping back the canvas and disturbing the dust. Both tiefling men shooed the dust from their face. Rolan waved hishand, magically cleansed the air so as not to cough. He peered down into the pail. There was some arcane essence emitting from the dark, speckled ore before him.
"And this is?" Rolan asked, arching a brow, not entirely sure what he was looking at.
"Currently? Junk. These pieces are too small to forge into any worthwhile weapon or armor." Dammon held up his hand as Rolan's face began to sneer at the word junk. "But, it is Adamantine and I think it could serve our purpose. She traded this to me and I just never had the heart to get rid of it."
Rolan regarded the chunks of highly rare, highly enchantable ore. Of course she’d somehow managed to come across such rare material. He considered everything he knew of Adamantine, its history, and innate properties. His head nodded as the possibilities revealed themselves, it wouldn't be easy, and would require their highest skills, but they could do it.
"This could work," Rolan said, more as encouragement to himself than anything else. The tieflings shared a grin. Dammon couldn't contain his excitement at the challenge before him and it manifested in a subtle wag of his tail. It was going to be perfect.
∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be.
For each or any of yours.
Sevlaz "Misplaced plans with a guilty conscience."
Fenrag "A wayward man searching for his place."
Cahall "Haunting souls seeking redemption for the uncontrollable."
Erik "The carefree nature burdened with crippling doubts."
Qinhou "Steadfast friend struggling to keep up."
Mary "Untethered and lost but curious of her new role."
"And you?"
"Me?" The steward blinked as he looked past the floating plate biscuits between the pair. Coren's eyes unfocused for a moment and returned curious at such a question. He'd never thought about it very much. "I would say 'hopeful for all, but doomed by his fate."
"Cryptic."
The older looking man shrugged as he stirred his tea with a small spoon. "Life within an hourglass."
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Storms and Sleepovers
I finally edited this piece full from when I was snowed in. So have a fluffy Au piece for teen Isa.
Coren belongs to @tealfling
Ma'na & the unnamed children belong to @faerunsbest
Rackal and the unnamed children are owned by @barbwillbrb
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A gentle grip would lift the camino with a curious eye, the bronze flecked blue eyes taking in the beautiful jewelry as Coren rolled it in his palm. Ivory for sure as his thumb traced the outline of the beautiful visage upon it and circled it about to touch the fine black onyx stones tracing the outside. Exquisite craftsmanship even for a mortal as he let his mouth twitch into a soft smile behind his soft white beard. "Tell me your story beauty."
Sands within his orb would begin to shift and turn as he slowly lowered himself to sit cross legged upon the stone floor. His palm gently lifting as the bits of cosmic energy would float and coalesce into some other time and perhaps another place as well. Coren's soft smile never left his lips as he knew these characters all to well.
"Light, Ops. This thing is beautiful," whispered Zexx, his blue eyes looking up at the blonde haired woman straddled over him. Oplisca smiled sweetly to her dark haired rogue beneath her as she reached up to her chest and gently touched the jewelry resting against her skin.
"Oh so you finally noticed?" Tilted her head at him, Oplisca smile matching the usual wolfish grin of the young man she had taken a lot of fancy too. "Here I thought you were just staring at my chest all night."
The man had a cackle to shake windows, but fortunately at this intimate moment he'd managed to keep it at a low decibel as his chest shook. "Well can you blame me? I mean you did wear the dress."
"I did," Oplisca smiled wider as she shifted her hips, causing a soft sigh to escape her as much as a wince came to his face. The smile grew as she saw causing her to lean over him. "Did I hurt you?"
Depsite his wince, Zexx's grin could never fade with the beautiful girl on top of him. "No more than I asked."
"That's for sure," Oplisca giggled as she ran her nails along his chest before gently swinging her leg over to squirm off him. A true groan of disappointment followed her as she called over her shoulder. "Relax< I'm just going to put it away. You get to rough and I don't want it to break."
"I get too rough?"
Oplisca's thin fingers would reach behind her neck to unclasp the bronze chain that held the bauble, laughing again as she felt the hook release the weight. "Fine, we get to rough."
"That's sounds more like us," the rogue would call back as he laid back into the old mattress with a huff, his eyes never leaving her bare back as he followed the easy curves. "Where'd you get it?"
"It's an old family heirloom," the tailor's fingers would gently caress the ivory as she traced it.
Zexx could be heard muttering something as Oplisca did her best to avoid hearing it though she made clear the one name that could end their fun all to quickly. Kinowin.
Clearing her throat, Oplisca would gently set it on her night table and turn back to face him her hands coming to rest on her hips with a tilt of her head. "It was my father's actually. Well technically his first wife's but he felt that I deserved something beautiful to wear on the day of his wedding to my mother. She didn't want it of course, and he never asked it back from me. He said the likeness was actually Kinowin's mother."
"I take back what I said then," Zexx grumbled as he reached down to the floor near the bed. The green bottle of spirits following as he lifted it up to take a quick pull of the fine Alterac brandy. Oplisca was already padding back to the bed, her hand reaching out to take the bottle from him with ease as Zexx gave a look of disappointment.
Wagging a finger at him, the young woman would hold it away from the rogue as she smiled. "Easy pirate, I don't need you getting falling asleep before I'm done with you."
"You think I'm that easy?" Zexx laughed as he looked up at her with equal adoration and lust.
"Do I need to answer?" She shot back as she took a healthy drink herself before setting down the bottle and leaping to attack her lover with a greedy cry. The rogue would laugh as he engaged in their nightly 'duel'.
These were the good times.
Coren would close his hand again and slowly the sands would relax to gently seek their home within his orb again. He would lift the camino again to gauge the cut of the silhouette once more, nothing the soft elven features of the woman and note they bore no resemblance to Oplisca. But how those cheekbones and dainty smile matched another so well and had not been in his vision for so long.
"My poor Kinowin, if only you knew how much she loved you," Coren remarked softly as he closed his hand about it and felt the silent thunder of returning it to it's original place. His hand opening again to find nothing once more. "For you were so aware of how much he hated you."
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Following OC's belong to: @gio-scrabbles and @redrockbluerock <3
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There was pain on two ends as Xaya's elbow swung back around with a healthy crunch as it connected with the hadozee's snout. The creature gaze a howl of pain and rage as it stumbled back hands flying up to try and staunch the flood of blood following. A swift blow to stun the opponent was just what she needed as she followed up her first attack with a swift kick between it's legs and downward followup with her fist. All normal sounds following as she struck again and again before it fell flat on the ground with a senseless moan. It wasn't dead but it was definitely not feeling good.
Gritting her teeth, the eldest of the Candell children would pivot on the balls of her feet as her fist rose into a defensive posture. The other four members of these would be robbers would halt as they faced the monk. Each held metal rods in hand, a soft glow to each tip as they filled the dark alley of the city. She could easily recognize stun batons and knew that a few thousand volts of electricity was not her idea of a 'good time'.
"She's just one!" Yelled the first ape man, his rod raised to point at her.
"And you're just four," she growled back as she slid one foot forward a bit and found herself crouching more into a tiger stance of sorts. Her old master in Pandaria would have tutted her as sloppy in her form, but she was honestly could give two shits what he'd think right now. The quiet monastery training was one thing, out here in the Sea was an entirely other thing. Aliens, monsters, creatures of dreams, and nightmares. This was the life she had chosen.
Alone.
Xaya's hands would raise as she gave a yank to the scarf around her neck and slowly began to wrap it around her right hand and wrist. The four robbers watcher curiously still as she grabbed it again with her left and pulled it tight in a line in front of her ready to use the improvised weapon to face them.
The silk was soft and tight, harder than it should be and definitely not just meant for her neck. It had been one another Candell's for a long time as she remembered as a child and when he gave it to her that final time so long ago.
'Now go on kid, be a good girl for me.'
She'd carried that duelist's scarf forever and ever after Zexx Candell had stepped away into that portal. Xaya had been angry with her parents for a long time after that and it had carried through a good time of her life after. She should be able to forgive him, knowing full well why he did it and what they'd all sacrificed. They'd found him and they'd gotten back together.
But she was her father's daughter. She was always mad.
"You gonna stare all day or we gonna do this?" Xaya spat again at the four hadozee, the group more than intimidated by the angry young woman. She'd had enough waiting around. "Let's fucking go."
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Coren held the scarf gently in his hand as he stared at the soft cloth, his fingertips running over the item. He wondered what happened to the angry young woman he'd left in his former steward's charge. She'd been a sweet little girl who some would say soured far to fast and for all the wrong reasons behind the mists of Pandaria. It was hard being so different in a world she had no business being in. None of the Candell children deserved it.
But he had no choice, he'd made an oath to keep them safe.
"Oh Xaya," Coren folded it and gently sent it away to whatever time it had come to him from. Nostalgia was a hell of a drug and the bronze guardian was on a hard high this evening remembering those lost beyond his sight. One forged in fury, one surviving darkness, one seeking the wind, and one seeing all like him.
He loved all four of them.
Or was it five? As he blinked his eyes and looked into the sands again.
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