#fjorduceus

[littlebunnyman]

invisible to all but you and me

“Why don’t you make some tea and shut the fuck up for a second?”

The words linger in his mind, replaying over and over again with every step he takes. It’s been two days since Trostenwald, two days since they paid out Gustav’s prison sentence.

“You’re usually not so rude.”

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Fjord, Molly's ghost, and the art of apologizing. And Caduceus is also there.

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“Why don’t you make some tea and shut the fuck up for a second?”

The words linger in his mind, replaying over and over again with every step he takes. It’s been two days since Trostenwald, two days since they paid out Gustav’s prison sentence.

“You’re usually not so rude.”

“He shouldn’t have stuck his nose into business that wasn’t his,” he grumbles.

A low laugh, shoulder nudging against his. “You don’t mean that.”

It’s not as if it bothers him, he wants to argue. He has probably forgotten all about it by now. He stubbornly keeps quiet

“But it bothers you.”

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he mutters under his breath. He never could. So what, he was unnecessarily rude to Caduceus. He can’t do anything about it now.

“You’re being a brat. I thought I taught you better than that.”

He feels the hand tilting up his chin, the thumb brushing over his lips. The spark in those lovely red eyes, the mean smile. But not cruel. Never cruel. He feels the breath stuck in his lungs, tastes the skin when he flicks his tongue over his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Is that the best you can do?”

He shivers. He remembers the worn down wooden boards uncomfortable under his knees, lifting his gaze in supplication. Needing to make amends, pleading to his king. Let me make it up to you. It had been a long night, a pleasurable one.

The tail wraps around his wrist, holds him close. Gaze burning, urging him to prove himself. Fjord would drop to his knees right now if he ordered him to.

A commotion on the cart. When he looks over, Beau is putting Caduceus’ hat back on his head. They’re smiling. Caduceus thanks her. Always so polite.

The pressure around his wrist disappears.

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[homikot]

sorry I love them

[tali-zorahs]

Leomund’s Tiny Hut. A 10-foot-radius immobile dome of force springs into existence around and above you and remains stationary for the duration. The spell ends if you leave its area. Nine creatures of Medium size or smaller can fit inside the dome with you.

this drawing began as (1) an excuse to draw a cuddle pile and (2) an attempt to accurately and proportionately draw the nein (+ essek because i’m weak) in what could possibly be their nightly sleeping arrangement. unfortunately i mis-remembered the rule and thought it said a 10′ diameter (not radius) so i really only accomplished the first one

[sky-scribbles]

There is something Fjord thinks, as his vision crashes into blackness and Caduceus breaks from his arms.

He thinks it again as he flails backwards through the tunnel, knuckles scraping on the rock. He thinks it again as he breaks the surface and screams for his friends, and again as he plunges back into the tunnel and lets the water that stole Caduceus fill his lungs.

What he thinks is: this is all so very wrong.

Because it’s not meant to be this way. Caduceus isn’t meant to be the one who disappears into dark water. Caduceus isn’t the one who follows the siren-call of something ravenous, lurking in the depths.

Fjord isn’t meant to be the one who holds on. Fjord isn’t the one who wrestles someone back from the brink, back to the surface, back to themselves.

Because Caduceus can do that – did do that – and Fjord can’t. Didn’t. He failed, he was useless, and now Caduceus is gone –

This is backwards. This is wrong.

But as Fjord scours the murk ahead for even the tiniest trace of pink, he remembers: a mountainside, months ago. The edges of Caduceus’s eyes creased with warmth. Someday, somebody will pray for a miracle, and that prayer will be answered because you’ll show up.

Somebody is Caduceus. Someday is now.

And Fjord would like to scream, I don’t want it to be him, and I don’t want it to be now. Because Vokodo’s vengeance is so very cruel. He wanted precious things, and Fjord tricked and defied him – so Vokodo took one of the most precious things Fjord knows. And Fjord isn’t ready to live in a world that isn’t softened around the edges by Caduceus’s touch. 

Caduceus needs Fjord to be his miracle, and Fjord doesn’t think he can be enough. But Caduceus believed that Fjord would be a hero when it mattered most. And Fjord believes in him. 

So he does a thing he promised himself he’d never do again: he plunges deeper into cold water, towards the embrace of a monster that waits and hungers.

Again and again, Caduceus has reached for Fjord’s soul. Thrashing through the darkness, with bitter water in his mouth and a scream in his head – Fjord reaches back.

[obi-bobi-wan]

Beauyasha- 100 percent serious ship, can’t wait for it to happen SOON

Fjordjester- would love it, but will not be devastated if it doesn’t happen

Beaujester- was a big fan but if beau isn’t feeling it I’m not feeling it

Widowjest- cute, but I don’t think jester is into it, and that’s ok

Fjord/Cad (can’t remember the name)- cute, would dig if it happened

Shadowgast- hell yes. Hell YES sexy wizards. What’s sexier than wizards? Two.

Cadwulf- this is crack. It’s CRACK but I ship it almost as hard as shadowgast, my favorite. Please don’t ask.

[auroura101]

The scars still linger, but there are those who can help make them easier to manage

[mothmansjuicymetalass]

M9 is just.

Yasha: this is my girlfriend beau, and beau’s girfriend jester, and jester’s boyfriend fjord, and fjord’s boyfriend caduceus, and jester’s other boyfriend caleb, and caleb’s partner mollymauk, and caleb’s other boyfriend essek. Also veth’s here and she supports us greatly :)

[cielmeowtan]

Jester being Jester.