#tarhai

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[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

Anzeti just grins roguishly. He nudges Tarhai with his elbow. “Can Ah do de same? Let’s go kill some boar righ’ nah, mon.” He pauses, thinking. “We’d get covahed in bacon grease. Might have ta lick it off.” Anzeti tries to ignore the feeling of a blush heating his face.

((From this prompt!))

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*Flips hair at you*

*Shakes his head at Tarhai in a poor attempt at flipping his hair*

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Psst and want!

To Tarhai~

Psst: Three things that I’ve always wanted to tell you.

“Ah couldn’t be happier dat Ah met yeh. Ouah friendship be crazeh, an’ Ah love evereh bit o’ it.”

“Yeh sexeh as hell, Tarhai. De ladies mus’ be crawlin’ all ovah yeh, eh?”

“Nice ass.”

Want: Three things I would do to you if we were alone.

Anzeti would want to share stories about their homelands and people with Tarhai.

“Ah’d wanna kiss yeh. Lots.”

Massages.

((From this prompt!))

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[Rumour] "Anzeti! I heard you shoveled a whole zucchini down your throat yesterday after a bet, is this true? Care to demonstrate?"

Anzeti grins crookedly at Tarhai and waggles his ears. “Ah do a lot’a stupid tings fo’ bets, Loa preserve me.” He blinks. “Wot’s a zucchini?” After a brief description (“A vegetable. It’s long, firm, and green. Sound familiar~?”), the Sandfury shakes his head. “Nope. It wos a banana, an’ Ah didn’t get all o’ it down. Dey picked ‘un wit’ too much o’ a curve, an’ it broke in half in mah mout’. Wos delicious, heh.”

Anzeti looks thoughtful for a moment. “Ah bet Ah could swallow de whole ting.” He nudges Tarhai with his elbow. “Yeh take mah word fo’ it, Tarhai, o’ yeh find me a banana an’ we see about dat. … Yeh know de Heimlich Maneuver, righ’?”

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That's dirty!

Random.org gave me #41:

Anzeti gave the Ironfist orc a roguish smile. He shook his head and tsk’d. “Tarhai, I wasn’t expectin’ ta find yeh in mah bed.”

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✙ our muses shopping together (I got that list saved so I can send you random stuff because of reasons)

((The married-with-a-kid AU is too much fun x3))

Anzeti and Tarhai browse through a small bakery in Booty Bay. They hold hands as they casually look over the samples of cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and pastries. The Sandfury pauses at a large cherry strudel.

“Wot about dis ‘un?”

Tarhai hums, then shakes his head. “Karbar is a messy eater. He’ll get the sticky icing all over himself. It might be safe if we eat outside and then dunk him in the river right after.”

Anzeti grins. “A swimmin’ party ain’ a bad idea, darlin’.” He looks over to a rack of small cakes. “Wot about a chocolate cake? Ah tink dat’s common fo’ dese birt’day parties.”

The Ironfist nods. “Chocolate is a good option. And we can have the baker write a message on the top with icing! Something like,” he waves his hand in front of them. “Happy Birthday Karbar! You Are Growing Up Too Fast.”

Anzeti nods in agreement. “Aye, he is. Soon, he be a grown mon an’ leavin’ de hut ta have adventures an’… Fall in love an’ start a famileh o’ his own.” He sighs slowly.

Tarhai leans his head on the Sandfury’s shoulder and squeezes his hand. “He’ll be back. We can bribe him with more cake.” He smiles sadly and nuzzles Anzeti’s shoulder.

Anzeti tilts his head to rest against Tarhai’s. “… Let’s get de chocolate ‘un.”

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❅ my muse rescues yours. (Another because I can not contain myself. Anzeti! Save your idiot AU husband from his own stupidity)

“Troll Dad?”

Anzeti sighs and stands from the tobacco patch he was tending to. He brushes dirt from his knees and listens for the rest of the news.

“Orc Dad is stuck in a tree.”

The Sandfury turns to face his half-orc-half-troll-miracle-son, Karbar. He raises a brow and frowns, concerned. “Yeh faddah in a tree?”

The brownish-yellow skinned halfling nods. “Chased up there by a pack of raptors. He’s trying to carve a spear with a branch right now.”

Anzeti walked briskly to their hut to grab his own spear and a few stone-carved throwing knives. “Dese de raptors dat live by de river, hm? De ‘uns dat kidnapped yeh?”

Karbar brandished his small hunting axe. “Yes, papa. He was bathing, and saw the raptors and started to yell bad words at them. I think they knew what he was saying-.”

“Shit, yeh faddah naked, too?” Anzeti all but pulled Karbar out of the hut as they started their trek into the jungle to rescue the beloved Ironfist.

“Yep.” Anzeti could hear his son trying not to laugh.

The Sandfury turns and stops in place. He rests a hand on Karbar’s shoulder. “Alrigh’, mah son. Dis be serious. Yeh know raptors be real smart foccahs, an’ dese ‘uns don’ like yeh faddah fo’ nothin’. We gotta chase ‘em away long enough fo’ Tarhai ta get down, an’ make suah dey don’ scatter an’ kill us. Yeh undahstand?”

Karbar’s expression grows stern. He nods once, clutching on to his axe.

Anzeti pats the child’s shoulder. “Good. Nah, here’s wot we gonna do…”

A few short hours later, Anzeti and Karbar managed to distract and steer the pack of raptors away from the tree. One raptor, a big female, was intent on snapping up Tarhai. Anzeti threw some well-aimed throwing knives and slew her for their dinner that night.

The mixed-race family hurried to leave the riverbank before the pack returned. Anzeti looked at his Ironfist husband, who was trying to tie on his loincloth as he walked. “Tarhai, how yeh doin’? An’ wot did yeh say ta dem raptors ta get dem mad at yeh?”

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Are you and Tarhai ever gonna date?

Anzeti raises a brow. “Wot yeh mean wit’ ‘date’? Dis dat humon ting where dey ain’ mates, an’ ain’ courtin’? Ah enjoy spendin’ time wit’ Tarhai. He a real nice mon. Vereh funneh, too. Ah likin’ how he makes me laugh, heh. An’ sometimes we fool around a ‘lil. But Ah tinkin’ dat be all. An’ dat be enough. We bot’ got ouah own families ta tend ta.”