A/N: In which Tuvre sneaks out of a social function and brings back Tazrin.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom," Tuvre said to Salin, the other white dragonborn nodding in reply, turning away to speak with Mayor.
If Tuvre timed this right, then he should be back in thirty or so minutes. Maybe twenty. He jumped the low-hanging balcony, catching himself before he face-planted into the ground.
Okay, he was a bit rusty with jumping balconies but he was unscathed. It counted for something.
Now, all he had to do was sneak away.
"Tuvre!" Ah fuck. He turned to see Basashi leaning over the balcony. "Where are you going?"
"Shh! I'll be back before the banquet actually starts," he replied, folding his arms over his chest. Provided that Tazrin was awake.
Truth be told, Tuvre hadn't known a banquet was tonight until his mother told him. Because someone--Toraka--didn't tell him sooner. Either way, he was bringing back his boyfriend as a plus one.
He stalked off, passing by the multitude of black cars and out of the neighborhood. At least the bus would get him to the city and back.
He rode the bus into the city, mentally mapping his way to Tazrin's window. He picked up a few pebbles, tossing them at the window. One sailed through the air, crashing through the window. Great.
"What the shit?" Tazrin shouted, looking around for where the pebble that broke his window came from. He opened the window to get a better look outside, finally noticing Tuvre. "Tuv, did you throw a fucking rock in my window?"
Tuvre sheepishly grinned, replying, "I was trying to be romantic," he said. "...I can pay for it." he continued, trying and failing to launch himself through the window the first time, succeeding on the second try.
"What are you doing here? And dressed fancy?" Tazrin asked, dressed down in a large Linkin Park shirt and boxers.
"Uh, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a banquet with me. Like...right now."
Tazrin huffed, going over to his closet and taking out a slightly worn tuxedo. "I'll be back, wait here," he said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
Tuvre sat down on his boyfriend's bed, looking at the now-familiar set of posters and calendar on the walls. He dug his phone out as it chimed with a message from Toraka.
Raka: Where r u?
Me: I'll be back, give me a few.
He put his phone away, letting out a wolf whistle as Tazrin stepped out of the bathroom now dressed.
"This better be worth it," Tazrin said, sighing as Tuvre climbed out the window. He tried to follow, getting stuck halfway and getting hit in the face by Tuv's elbow. "Ow, just, just pull me out."
The door opened then, Donovan Lokris only sighing as his son and his son's boyfriend were in the process of unsuccessfully sneaking out.
"Tazrin, when you get back, you're grounded."
"That's fair," Tazrin mumbled, yelping as his father pushed him from behind and Tuvre pulled. Tazrin lurched forward, face to face with Tuvre and on the ground. "This really better be worth it," he said.
Tuvre only grinned, pulling him up as they headed for the bus stop. Tuvre would make sure it was worth it.
A/N: Classes have started and I'm relatively okay. Yes, Tuvre has a fire breath weapon as well, mainly because of a potion he drank in the campaign. Originally, this was going to be longer, but I have school to focus on now, so updates will be sparse. Thank y'all so much for reading, commenting, and leaving kudos. AO3 Link
Tuvre took in a shuddering breath, unsheathing Mayhem as he neared the sarcophagus. He nudged the lid the rest of the way to the floor, clicking his tongue in annoyance as the sarcophagus was empty, the only sign that someone had been in there were scratch marks on the inside of the lid.
Tuvre looked around, turning back to tell his group about the sarcophagus being empty. None of this spelled anything good. What was an offering statue of Helio doing down here? Tuvre frowned at the statue of the harvest god, watching Nina take out a Tupperware from the bag of holding.
“Uh, guys, the sarcophagus is empty. I wouldn’t sacrifice anything until we figure out what left here.” Tuvre said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I might have had a vision or something back there, so be careful.”
“What kind of vision?” Blythe asked, looking at Tuvre as he look another look at their surroundings.
The sarcophagus was a muted gold while the statue of Helio was made out of the same dark rock that they walked on. “There was a Lich with his hand around my throat, said I’d die down here.” He admitted, swallowing as he glanced at Blythe. “I don’t plan on doing that, especially in the Underdark.”
Tuvre stared at the floor as he heard Blythe hum, nearly jumping as she put a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him as he looked at her.
“You aren’t dying down here. None of us are.” Blythe said, the paladin’s smile widening a fraction. “Besides, we’ve gotten through worse.”
Tuvre swallowed, nodding as Blythe took her hand away. “Right. If we can defeat The Mad King, then we got this.” He said, earning another smile from his niece.
Tuvre took in a steadying breath, keeping his grip on Mayhem even as Nina sacrificed the Tupperware of food to the harvest god. The offering bowl glowed for a minute, leaving behind an amulet of health, intricately carved hands holding a sun winking back at them.
“So, does anyone need an amulet of health right now?” Seza asked, looking at each of them.
Tuvre shook his head, watching Seza pick the amulet out of the bowl and slip it around her neck. Tuvre took another look around, waiting for something to happen. A low hiss came from the corner of the room, near where the sarcophagus lid lay on the floor.
Tuvre turned toward the sound, feeling the ripple of Blythe, Seza, and Nina tensing up as he did as well. The group barely breathed, watching a bony hand wrap around the statue’s base as another hiss echoed in the cavern. Tuvre prepared his attack, raising Mayhem over his shoulder and surging forward to hack at the hand.
“Give it back,” the skeleton shrieked, green twin-flamed eyes staring the dragon-born down as the lich’s remaining hand grabbed at Tuvre’s shirt.
Tuvre stilled, staring back into the lich’s eyes as the Drow’s jaw unhinged with a crack. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t move. Tuvre forced his legs to turn as the lich glided past him, heading straight for Seza.
Tuvre rushed forward to block the Drow off, a growl leaving him as fear clung to the edges of his mind. He thought of Danny and Sunny. How they were gone and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it, but this. This he could at least prevent.
The Drow lich reached out to grab the amulet from around Seza’s neck, getting swept to the side as Tuvre slung Mayhem forward and to the left into the lich’s side with a sickening crunch as the lich’s skeletal frame tumbled to the floor.
Tuvre grunted, shaking his head to clear his vision of the past. The lich let out a cackle, calling his detached hand back to his creaking form as he grabbed at Tuvre’s leg.
“Don’t.” Tuvre growled, stumbling back as Blythe cast Searing Smite, holy flames engulfing the lich as he reached for Tuvre.
The lich shrieked, green-flamed eyes zeroing in on the dragon-born even as Nina shot at him. Nothing happened as the lich pointed a finger at Tuvre, green energy washing over the dragon-born. The lich’s head tilted, confusion momentarily flickering in his eyes.
Seza clutched the amulet, taking it from around her neck and throwing it as far as she could to distract the lich. The lich watched the amulet land near the sarcophagus, crawling towards it with a triumphant yell.
Tuvre and Nina ran after the lich, the human woman going past to snatch up the talisman as Tuvre dragged the lich back toward him.
“I’m not dying here,” Tuvre mumbled, swiping a claw across the lich’s tattered green and gold robes. “None of us are.” He continued, pulling his fist back and punching the lich in the chest.
The lich’s bones cracked and splintered under Tuvre’s fist, Tuvre sitting back on the heels of his feet to watch as the lich’s form suddenly bent and snapped in agony.
Nina held the amulet of health over one of the flamed torches, watching it drip gold and red as the healing potion held inside burst into flames. Once the flames reached the chain, Nina dropped it, looking at her party in muted disbelief.
Tuvre sighed, his shoulders losing all tension as his tail thumped against the ground. He groaned, falling back onto the floor as he used his fire breath weapon to destroy the remaining bones of the lich.
He shut his eyes for a moment, pain flicking across his face at the residual memories of the friends he let down. He wanted to go home.
A/N: Hey y'all. I'm alive. Just been busy with going back to college, but I'm finally starting my cozy fantasy for myself and my friends. Here's the AO3 link in case that works better for y'all. AO3 Link.
Tuvre hefted Mayhem over his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as he swung the great axe into the side of the nearest purple worm. There were eight of them to start out with but now they seemed endless.
Tuvre grit his teeth, a low growl leaving him as he entered a rage to hopefully cut through the mass of worms. Who or whatever sent these things would not only pay for putting his friends in danger, but for keeping him away from his family.
He roared, slicing through the stomach of the next worm, gems of various shapes, sizes, and color pouring out of the worm’s intestine. Tuvre grimaced, watching the worm screech and curl in on itself as it died.
“Tuvre,” Nina began, her touch light on his arm. “I think we are going to need a bigger boat. So to speak. Melee attacks are just making more and more of these things.”
At Nina’s touch, Tuvre slipped out of his rage, the dragon-born giving a quick glance around. “Right, uh,” he put Mayhem back into its hold, gathering a handful of gems. He shook stomach acid off, frowning at the slight sizzle the acid made once it plopped back onto the ground.
“Well, if you ever need gems for spells, this might be enough.” He said, dropping them into the bag of holding Nina brought along.
“Alright. Well, we can hit them with a good ol Islaisian Summer. Tuvre, you think you can make sure Blythe and Seza are safe before I cast it? I'm going to see if I can be distraction. They focus on me, you get the others, we start with Meteor Swarm and then we finish them up with your breath weapons and some of the spell scrolls we got. Otherwise, we might end up being here all day and you have hubbies waiting on you.”
As Nina cast meteor swarm, Tuvre grinned.
“Sure, sure. You have people waiting on you too,” he replied. “We can—,” Tuvre paused, feeling the air shift and buzz with magic. Pressure.
He glanced over to where Seza and Blythe were, tossing up three of his magic circle spell scrolls, the third centered on Nina.
Sure, going into the Underdark wasn’t the best idea, but it was easier to deal with the worms now rather than much later. Something felt. . .off, however.
Tuvre looked around, his gaze sweeping over a shadowed corner before darting back to it. Emerald twin flames stared back at him, a hiss rasping out into the air.
Tuvre moved, one hand on Mayhem’s hilt, the other stopping Blythe and Seza once they got close enough. “There’s someone in the corner.” He grit out, his scales beginning to rise to make himself appear bigger.
Tuvre swallowed, letting out the breath he was holding as the twin flames snuffed themselves out and some of the pressure left. Until something hissed directly in his ear, a bony hand wrapping around his throat. On instinct, Tuvre used his breath weapon, ice doing nothing to stop the rattling words. “You’ll die here.”
Tuvre bit back a scream, staring into green flames as he brought Mayhem up into a wide arc and down against the lich’s shoulder, the sickening crack of metal against bone ringing in the air.
“—re. Tuvre.”
His muffled name reached him, suddenly clear as he snapped back into his body. His hand was still on Mayhem’s hilt, the great axe in its sheath, and Tuvre’s hand making the leather creak.
The eyes were gone. There was no lich with a hand around his throat, telling him he was about to die here. Tuvre let go of Mayhem, running a hand over his face as he met Nina, Blythe, and Seza’s concerned gazes.
“I just, I’m fine.” Tuvre said, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “Let’s keep going,”
Tuvre hadn’t been outside his body in a long time, not since he lost—he shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought. No. He would not go down that road again. His breath stuttered out after he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Let’s keep going,” he repeated, swallowing and walking deeper into the Underdark.
If he had gone down here alone, if he wasn’t with his friends or cleared this adventure with Heva first, then sure, he would have died.
But he wasn’t alone. He had friends, he had five girls waiting for him at home, and Tuvre was going home after this. He wasn’t a reckless, self-centered teenager anymore, and if he left this world now, he’d be leaving behind people he cared for.
The dripping of water reached the party as they went deeper, bioluminescent mushrooms above and a smattering of gem-ladened crevices twinkling below their feet.
“So, what was that about?” Seza asked, walking backwards in front of Tuvre as the dragon-born looped a pink scrunchie around his wrist.
“What?” Tuvre asked instead, his breathing picking up a little.
“You know, you. Staring in the corner. Acting like someone was there.” Seza replied, her orange eyes glinting in the sudden light.
Tuvre laughed, the sound a bit high and obviously nervous. “Oh, that. That was nothing.” He said, his next words dying on his tongue as the path suddenly ended.
A perfect circle in the ground met the party. Darkness staring back at them as a few pebbles went down the hole, taking a while to make a sound against stone. Tuvre hesitated, searching for green twin flames that never showed up.
If he stared hard enough then he could see a flicker of shadow moving out of the middle of the circle. Would the lich be down there if they went? Would whatever vision, prophecy, or fate come true if they went down there?
The party went down the hole, Tuvre holding his breath every now and then as the darkness closed in on them. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, there was no lich down here.
Flames flickered to life in sconces on the wall, lighting the party’s way as they walked and making Seza’s blue flaming hair no longer a beacon. Tuvre led the party with Blythe at the back, the dragon-born keeping his gaze straight ahead in case some other monster decided to make itself known.
Another flame flickered to life, then another, the flames becoming a sickly yellow-green as Tuvre breathed in through his nose and let the breath out through his mouth. He could see his breath.
He hadn’t done anything to make the temperature drop and the earth should have been warm. Tuvre stopped, feeling Seza bump into him and make a noise of complaint as she peeked around Tuvre.
A tomb sprawled before the party, Tuvre’s scales rising in alarm as his breath puffed out in front of him. An offering statue of Helio towered over them, coming out of the wall to the left.
A/N: >:3 Angst for Tuv!! I haven’t written angst in seven months, so I’m a little rusty.
Tuvre was either about to cry or scream. Maybe both. Definitely both at some point. He looked at the caskets, tearing apart the tissue Wan handed him. Toraka and Basashi hadn’t deserved to die like this.
He wasn’t sure if he had cried enough for both of them, but he would. He could. Granted, some part of Tuvre wished he had been there, but he hadn’t been and now. . .
Tuvre took in a breath, slowly letting it out. The chair he was in dug into his back as he looked at the sky instead, unseeing as the progression of the funeral seemed to drag on. After it was over, after the caskets had been lowered into the dirt; Tuvre sniffled.
In the days afterward, food tasted like ash, so he just. . .stopped eating. He nearly ignored his friends in favor of lying in bed and just. . .wondering how it all went wrong. Was it something he had or hadn’t done? Or was fate just as cruel as he thought it was?
Tuvre stared at the ceiling, clenching and unclenching his fists in an effort to feel something. Anything other than the nothing he felt these past few days.
He couldn’t keep doing this. He went into the bathroom, staring at his soft reflection. He wouldn’t keep doing this to himself. What was the point in being alive if he eventually lost the people he cared about anyway?
A/N: I was forced to write fluff for Tuv. Especially after killing him.
This was the fourth time Tuvre pricked himself; frankly, he was about to give up on this idea altogether. But he didn’t have much else to do today, he finished his homework, trained, just Tuv things. He bought a small pet jacket to sew Knuckles’ name on the back of.
Tuvre shook his hand out the fifth time he pricked himself. Tuvre squinted, switching his playlist from his workout one to his sewing one. No wonder he wasn’t as focused. Tuvre hummed along to the second song on the playlist, leaning back in his chair.
He had one letter to sew and then he would be finished. So far, it didn't look bad, the red standing out against the black leather nicely. Tuvre looked at his work after he finished, a small surge of pride going through him at his handiwork.
It was his first time modifying pet clothes and it wasn’t a disaster. Tuvre stretched, yawning as he did so. Maybe he should take a nap later. Tuvre stood, going into Knuckles’ room to find the hedgehog in his pet bed, watching TV.
Knuckles paused. . .whatever he was watching to look at Tuvre as the dragonborn cleared his throat.
“Whatcha got?” Knuckles asked, dark eyes blinking up at Tuvre.
“Not much, just a gift. . .I meant to finish it sooner, but. . .” Tuvre trailed off with a shrug, handing the small jacket over to Knuckles. “If it doesn’t fit, let me know, okay?”
Knuckles blinked, running a tiny hand over his name on the back. “You just made this?” he asked, pulling it on. “It’s warm. . .thank you, Tuvre,”
Tuvre nodded, replying, “Yeah, uh, well, I just figured since I’m taking care of you now, it’s a welcome home gift,” he bounced on the heels of his feet before leaving Knuckles to go back to watching TV.
Knuckles smiled, touching the sleeve of his jacket. Tuvre was an alright guy.
A/N: I dunno, man, I got back into watching Death Parade and the ending is still a banger. So have some Tuv angst. Consider this an AU cause it is, Tuv’s not dead yet. I haven’t written angst in what feels like months. Originally, I wasn't gonna post this but fuck it we ball.
Tuvre was dying. That was a fact he had made peace that, at the age of fourteen, one day he’d just die and his friends and family would be okay with that.
“Stay awake, Tuv, we’re almost there,” Nina mumbled, loud enough for the dragonborn to open his eyes again.
He was probably heavy against Nina’s side. He shifted, trying to move some of his weight off his friend. A sharp pang went through him as he moved, his heart spasming as his strength was sapped from him.
“Nina,” he started, his mouth dry and parched. “I’m okay, I promise,” he mumbled, his words slurring together. “Just leave me here, it’s alright,”
He pressed his forehead against Nina’s, unaware the cleric was sobbing. Her hiccups echoed as she paused long enough to readjust the white dragonborn against her. “You can’t die on me,” she said, sniffling.
“I won’t, just. . .put me down,” he replied, huffing out an ironic laugh at his circumstances.
Here he was dying in his best friend’s arms, and it was all because he hadn’t checked the room first. It was a stupid way to die, from shadows of all things. Tuvre usually thought he’d die in a blaze of glory, not in some decrepit pyramid.
“Nina,” he croaked, feeling himself get weaker by the minute. “It’ll be fine,” he reassured her, leaning his head against the wall Nina had propped him up on. “I just need to rest,” he continued, his eyelids heavy. His breath came out in shallow puffs, slow and methodical.
“Tuv, Tuvre?” Nina called, grabbing his wrist. His pulse was faint, a barely there thrum against her fingers. Then it stopped, Tuvre’s chest no longer rose and fell with what little breath he had.
Nina choked, a sob ripping from her as her friend didn’t move. Her hands shook as she moved Tuvre onto her back, carrying him out of the pyramid. He didn’t deserve to have his final resting place be this.
***
Tuvre awoke in a field of chrysanthemums. Sol was waiting for him. The god’s gaze downturned as Tuvre walked up to him.
Tuvre swallowed, quiet as Sol grit his teeth.
“Why did you–”
“I wanted this,” Tuvre interrupted. “I wanted to protect my friends,”
And in a way he had. Sure, it cost him his life, but Tuvre was just glad they didn’t suffer the same fate as him. Consequences be damned. He wasn’t a good person either way, so his death didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. While his friends and family might miss him for a while, they would move on.
A/N: D&D brainrot is so strong and Tuv’s just trying to vibe, but will I let him? No. So, hurt/comfort even though I feel like my writing is garbage rn.
Tuvre glanced up from the book he was reading as he heard someone knock on his door. He placed a bookmark into the book, snapping it shut as he said, “Come in,”
Salin poked his head in, fully opening the door to let himself and Basashi into the room. Tuvre looked at his brothers, watching them glance at each other before sitting on either side of Tuvre.
“Mom told us what happened,” Salin started, blue eyes looking into Tuvre’s amber ones. “You gotta start taking better care of yourself, Re,”
Tuvre blinked once, then again but much slower this time. “Ah, so this is an intervention,”
“No, we just wanted to check on you,” Basashi answered. “. . .do you need an intervention?”
“Uh, no, it was a joke,” Tuvre said, fiddling with the book in his hands. “What’d mom say?”
“You almost died,” Salin said, putting an arm around Tuvre’s shoulders. “And you went straight to bed. . .what happened in the pyramid?” the older dragonborn asked.
Tuvre shifted, putting the book down in front of him. “Well, for starters, I didn’t know how I got in the pyramid in the first place. Then, I walked into a room I thought was clear, only to have it be full of shadows. . .and if Kos hadn’t sent me home in time, then I would’ve died,” he shrugs. “I didn’t want to die in front of Nina, but I could have, and–” he paused as a shiver ran through him.
He could have died. . .this was a fact and if it wasn’t for Kos then he might be dead. He made a noise in the back of his throat, much like a whine. He hadn’t realized he was crying until Basashi got up to bring him a roll of tissue out of the bathroom.
Tuvre shuddered, wiping his face and accepting the roll of tissue. He sniffled, blowing into the wad of tissue as Salin squeezed him briefly. He hugged his brother back, feeling his chest tighten with unspoken worry.
“If you ever want to talk, we’re right here, okay?”
Tuvre only nodded, letting Salin go as the older dragonborn stood. Tuvre picked up his book, flipping it back open as he sniffled.
“Okay, thanks, Salin,” Tuvre mumbled, glancing at Basashi as he patted Tuvre’s shoulder. “Thanks for coming to check on me,”
Salin hummed in reply, moving to leave the room with Basashi. Tuvre waited until the door was closed again to head to the bathroom and put the tissue back. He returned to his bed, picking up where he left off in the book. . .at least he knew he had his brothers to depend on.
A/N: I really don’t feel like working on my current projects rn, so uh fluff for your favorite dragonborn.
Balthazar circled around Tuvre, the fruit bat eventually settling on the bed.
Tuvre scratched under Balthazar’s chin, mumbling, “Y’know, bud, you can stay inside if you want to,” he shifted, earning a chirp from the familiar. “I’m just going to the backyard,” he continued, huffing out a laugh as Balthazar fluttered onto his head.
Balthazar’s ears wiggled, pausing as Tuvre headed outside into the backyard. “No, you almost died, I wanna be with you,” the bat said, tiny hands patting Tuvre’s cheeks.
“Thanks, Balth. Sorry I don’t take you with me on adventures; I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Tuvre replied, hand resting on the small garden gate as he unlatched it, letting Balthazar fly ahead of him to a clearing between the trees.
Balthazar simply looked at Tuvre. “Oh, so something can happen to you, but Gods forbid something happen to me,” the bat said, rolling his eyes as he settled onto a nearby branch.
“Well, yeah, you’re my little dude,”
Balthazar waddled over to the edge of the branch, biting into the apple nearest to him. Tuvre heard Balthazar huff, the bat’s soft voice occupying his thoughts.
We’ve been together for a long time, Tuv. This behavior of yours isn’t new to me.
Tuvre sat underneath the tree, plucking up blades of grass as he frowned. Tuvre wasn’t a stranger to getting hurt, but that didn’t mean his familiar could call him out on it.
“I know, I’m just glad Kos sent me home before I died,” He definitely owed Kos a gift basket or something. “How about this? I’ll make sure to assess a situation before I go into it, that way, if it’s too much to handle I’ll leave,” Tuvre said, glancing up at Balthazar and catching the apple the bat tossed him.
Promise?
Ah. . .this was a trap. Balthazar knew Tuvre couldn’t break a promise once it was made, even less so if it was from someone he cared about. Tuvre hummed, biting into the crisp apple to prolong his answer. “Ah, fine, I promise,” Tuvre mumbled, taking another bite of his apple.
Balthazar fluttered onto Tuvre’s shoulder, nodding in reply. “Good, you’re all I have,” he said after a moment.
“That’s not true, you have ‘Sashi, Mom, Dad, and Salin. Maybe Toraka,”
“Do you really think Basashi or Toraka is gonna take care of me if you’re gone?”
Tuvre paused to consider this, watching the clouds pass by. “If anything happens to me, we’ll see if Nina or Blythe can take you in,” he eventually said, earning another eye roll from the fruit bat.
“I don’t want Nina or Blythe to take me in,”
“Marshal?”
“No,” Balthazar flapped his wings, let out a tiny screech. “Nothing’s going to happen to you,”
“Alright, alright,” Tuvre held up his hands in surrender. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” he continued, giving Balthazar another scratch under his chin.
Balthazar huffed, ears wiggling at the scratch. After all, Balthazar loved Tuvre with all his heart; there’d be hell to pay if Tuvre died.
