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Never Feel Too Good in Crowds

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.

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Courting

A/N: I promised my friends I would write fluff after I wrote angst, and I’m true to my word.

“What are you doing?” Tazrin asked. 

Tuvre hid something behind his back, quickly turning to face his boyfriend. “Nothing,” he said a little too quickly to convince the other Dragonborn. Tuvre grinned, eyes crinkling at the edges. “Don’t worry about it,” he continued, glancing behind his back.

Tazrin squinted, surging forward to grab whatever was behind his boyfriend’s back. Tuvre side-stepped Tazrin, moving away from his sewing desk. 

Tazrin looked at Tuvre’s desk. Ah, he had been working on something. Tuvre was also. . .terrible at lying. “Whatcha working on?” Tazrin asked, turning to face the white dragonborn. 

Tuvre let out a low whistle, his hands still behind his back. “Nothing,” he repeated, taking a step back as Tazrin walked toward him. His knees hit the edge of the bed, Tuvre letting gravity bring him down onto the bed. “It’s a surprise,” he said, licking his lips. 

“That so?” Tazrin asked, watching Tuvre nod. Tazrin leaned toward Tuvre as if he were going in for a quick kiss. Instead, once Tuvre relaxed, Tazrin grabbed what was loosely being held in Tuvre’s hands. 

He moved away as Tuvre let out a quick ‘ah’, reaching for the black dragonborn. 

Tazrin looked at what was in his hands, quiet as he realized it was a patchwork of a rainbow heart. 

Tuvre got off the bed, standing behind Tazrin. “I, uh, made it for your jacket,” Tuvre said. “I just need the leather first and–”

Tuvre paused as Tazrin hugged him, hugging Tazrin back. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” Tuvre said once Tazrin let him go after quickly kissing him. 

“You know you don’t have to make me a jacket,” Tazrin replied, voice thick with emotion. 

“I want to,” Tuvre said, scratching his cheek. Besides, they had been dating for almost a year and Tuv had been working on the jacket since they became official. This was just a small part of a larger gift. 

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All My Homies Hate Strahd

A/N: I'm running Curse of Strahd and Tuv's being...himself. And Tazrin's there!

In Tazrin's opinion and a mountain of evidence to show for it, Tuvre was stubborn. Under any circumstances, Tuvre was not going back to Castle Ravenloft. It was bad enough that he went in the first place with only three people. Now he wanted to go back because "Babe, I have to." like hell he did. So, Tazrin looks at his boyfriend as he moves around the room they shared in Iris' bed and breakfast and wonders if coming here was even a good idea. But of course, not much can stop Tuvre when he sets his mind to something. "...what if you don't come back?" Tazrin asks instead, his voice suddenly small. He's looking away from Tuvre as he asks this, worrying the end of the shirt he's wearing.

Tuvre pauses in his action of putting a shirt into the drawer, closing it with his hip. "Hey, I'll be fine," Tuvre replies, going over to Tazrin and taking his hands.

"It's just...it's Strahd and he's like some weird-ass cat playing with his food."

"I know, trust me, I know." Tuvre sits on the bed, pulling Tazrin with him and into a hug.

Tazrin sighs, resting his head against the crook of Tuvre's neck and shoulder. He was not about to watch his boyfriend die.

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Love Me More

A/N: Mitski's done it again. Also I haven't done an AU for these morons yet.

It was the middle of Antarctica, and they were basically stranded. And Tuvre Palax Ataros felt completely fine. For the most part.

It wasn't the cold that bothered him. "You're gonna have to let go if you want this fire started," he said, looking at his shivering boyfriend. Who was currently and indefinitely not letting Tuvre go.

"A-absolutely not," Tazrin stammered, pressing closer to Tuvre.

"Then take my coat," Tuvre said, prying Tazrin off him long enough to wrap the black leather coat around Tazrin.

Tazrin sighed, wanting to bury himself in the warmth, up until it ran out and he was back to clinging to Tuvre. At least he had gotten the fire lit by then.

Tuvre sat on the floor, putting an arm around Tazrin as a full-body shiver went through the other dragonborn.

"I'm glad we could get away, but did it have to be somewhere cold?" Tazrin asked. It felt like his nose was about to freeze off.

"Well, think about this way," Tuvre started, pressing a kiss to Tazrin's cheek. "would you rather be too hot or too cold?"

"Preferably neither," Tazrin answered, a blush working its way to his face as Tuvre's hand settled on his thigh. Maybe he could withstand the cold if Tuvre had ways of warming him up.

Provided his hands weren't cold. Naturally, and because fate liked to mess with Tazrin, they were. He jumped, scooting away from Tuvre as he grinned.

"What? I thought you were cold,"

"Your hands are cold."

Tuvre simply held his hands towards the fire, rubbing them together and gesturing to the empty spot next to him. "Come back, I'll make sure my hands are warm," he said, patting the space for emphasis.

Tazrin sighed, sidling up to his boyfriend. After all, it wouldn't hurt to get warm and stay warm.

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Moving On

A/N: Something small based off a story die and since my brainrot is d&d focused >:3 Also I have writing commissions open for 5 cent per word.

"This the last box?" Toraka asked, carrying it inside the apartment.

"Yeah, thanks for helping us move out, guys," Tuvre said, keeping his back turned to his brothers and boyfriend as he washed dishes. He placed a plate in the open cabinet, wiping his hands of suds as he turned.

"Of course," Salin replied, leaning against the cream-colored wall. "you know we'd do anything for you, Tuv."

"Besides, we can use the space for something else," Basashi said, pushing his glasses up.

"But just in case you want to move back in," Toraka looked to Tazrin at this. "no one's gonna stop you."

"He literally just moved out, at least give it a year," Salin joked, nudging Toraka as Tuvre grinned.

"Come on, I've been technically living on my own since high school, at least give me some credit," Tuvre said, walking into the small living room.

He had found a two-bedroom apartment and announced he was moving in with Tazrin about two months ago. Granted they'd only be using one bedroom, but it was nice to have somewhere to temporarily call their own.

"Alright, we'll get out of your hair," Salin replied, pushing Basashi and Toraka out the doorway as they began to bicker. About what? Who knows?

Tuvre hummed, moving out of the kitchenette and into the living room. He was quiet as he sat beside Tazrin, holding Tazrin's hand with practiced ease.

"It was nice of your brothers to help us move in," Tazrin started, leaning against Tuvre as he changed the channel.

"Yeah, they're gonna miss me,"

Tazrin hummed in reply, shifting to be more comfortable. "Well, on the bright side, we have each other."

"Yeah," Tuvre said, kissing Tazrin's temple.

Tuvre could get used to this though.

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Tender

A/N: I don’t know man I’m soft alright.

Tuvre fiddled with his shirt as he sat beside Tazrin on the bed. It was just them since Tazrin’s dad had work and Tazrin invited Tuvre over. They had been dating for four years now, and Tuvre was the one who brought this up.

“We don’t have to do this, y’know,” Tazrin said suddenly, catching Tuvre’s attention. “We can just cuddle if you want to.”

Tuvre made a noise in the back of his throat, shifting closer to his boyfriend. “It’s fine, I just,” he took in a breath, “I want to do this. With you.”

He watched as Tazrin fluffed up, his scales soon straightening out. “I know, but I can always wait, you know that,” Tazrin said with a smile.

Tuvre nodded, smiling back and giving Tazrin a chaste kiss. He kissed Tazrin again, leaning forward and shifting up onto his knees to straddle the black Dragonborn. He huffed as the kiss deepened and Tazrin’s tongue bumped against his tongue piercing. He pulled away, tugging Tazrin’s tank top off and throwing it somewhere.

“So, not nervous anymore?” Tazrin asked, grinning as Tuvre pushed him onto his back.

Tuvre shook his head, further undressing his boyfriend. He paused at the waistband of Tazrin’s boxers, glancing down at the growing bulge. He could stop at any moment and Tazrin would still love him.

Tazrin noticed Tuvre’s hesitance, taking his hand and pressing it to his chest. “Tuvre,” Tazrin starts, sitting up fully. “hey, it’s okay.”

“I know. I know, it’s just my first time, and,” Tuvre paused, feeling his pulse tick up as Tazrin kissed him. He swallowed, steeling his resolve and pulling his boyfriend close.

Tuvre sighed, tilting his head to the side as Tazrin pressed open mouth kisses to his neck, turning them so that Tazrin was on top of him. He looked at the ceiling as deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, his pants following soon after. He jumped, feeling Tazrin’s hand cup him and rub. He huffed, wanting to actually feel him.

“Tazrin,” Tuvre said. “I swear if you don’t actually touch me, I’ll—.” A choked moan left him as Tazrin listened, much like he always did. Tuvre moaned, arching into Tazrin’s touch.

Tazrin grinned, pressing a kiss to Tuvre’s collarbone as he gave him a hand job. “You’ll what? Whine?” he teased, watching Tuvre roll his eyes but keep quiet. Maybe he wouldn’t whine, but Tazrin could keep him moaning.

Tuvre kissed him, pulling Tazrin flush against him with ease. “Hey,” he mumbled, feeling his dick twitch as Tazrin kept rubbing him. If he came now, then he wouldn’t have any energy for later.

“Hm?”

Tuvre smacked Tazrin’s hand away making the other Dragonborn laugh. “Boxers, off. Now.” Tuvre ordered, leaning back on his arms.

“Someone’s bossy, that’s fine, it’s cute,” Tazrin answered, kicking his boxers off the bed. He hovered over Tuvre, watching him blush. For a moment, Tuvre wondered if this was some sort of cosmic gift.

Tuvre blinked as Tazrin smiled, kissing his neck again briefly. Well, he wasn’t about to wait around for Tazrin to do something. Tuvre sighed, turning them so once again he was straddling Tazrin.

“Are you impatient?” Tazrin asked, his grin never leaving him. He pouted as Tuvre lightly punched him in the shoulder. “Ouch, my own boyfriend is into sadism, painful.”

“You wish, you’re taking too long.” Tuvre countered, reaching into the top drawer for lube and condoms. He rolled a condom onto Tazrin, his blush returning tenfold. He prepared himself, eyes sliding closed as he practically rode his own hand.

He leaned into Tazrin’s touch as he cupped Tuvre’s face. “Damn, Tuvre, your tiddies are immaculate.”

Tuvre laughed, letting out a snort. “I’m trying to be serious, don’t make me laugh.”

“I like your laugh,”

Tuvre finished preparing himself, sliding onto Tazrin’s dick. He moaned, feeling Tazrin’s hands enclose around his hips and he lifted himself up and down slowly. Tazrin huffed, mouth falling open as he hugged Tuvre. He hummed as Tuvre stopped, kissing his shoulder.

“Something wrong?” Tazrin mumbled.

“Actually yeah,”

“What’s that?”

“You’re supposed to be fucking me,”

“Tuvre,”

“I said what I said.”

Tazrin chuckled, keeping his pace slow as he did what he was told to. After all, Tuvre deserved to have this. He deserved to have another happy memory involving them together as they moved further into their relationship. Hell, he deserved the world. He picked up the pace, earning a moan from Tuvre.

Tuvre closed his eyes, his feet digging into the bed. He gasped, back arching as his boyfriend came, burying his face in the crook of Tazrin’s neck as he whimpered.

They breathed, chests rising and falling in tandem. Tazrin leaned forward, kissing Tuvre and pressing their foreheads together afterward.

“How was it?” Tazrin asked, looking up at Tuvre as he moved off him.

Tuvre was quiet for a moment, wrapping his arms around Tazrin’s neck. “Odd, but in a good way,” he admitted, biting his bottom lip. He frowned a moment later. “Sore.”

Tazrin chuckled, guiding Tuvre onto his back on the bed. He kissed Tuvre chastely, heading into the joined bathroom.

Tuvre swallowed, staring at the ceiling as Tazrin cleaned himself up. He grasped himself, blinking slowly as he stroked. He moaned into the pillow, squeezing the base of himself. He sighed as he came, sagging into the bed.

Tazrin came back a few minutes later with a warm towel, wiping Tuvre down. He hummed, getting into bed and lying beside Tuvre.

“I would’ve taken care of you, y’know,” Tazrin said, kissing Tuvre’s forehead.

“S’fine,” Tuvre mumbled, yawning. He put his head on Tazrin’s chest, intertwining their hands. “You did enough, babe. I love you,” he continued, closing his eyes.

“Love you too,” Tazrin replied, running his free hand down Tuvre’s back as the pair dozed off. He smiled, blinking sleepily as Tuvre pressed against him. Yeah, Tuvre deserved the world and more.

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Cuddling

A/N: Listening to their playlist and now I’m in my feelings.

Tuvre chirped, snuggling further into his boyfriend’s chest as the TV played. They had started watching some show, but Tuvre quickly lost interest as Tazrin traced the tattoo that Sol gave Tuvre on his back after following Sol.

Their legs were tangled together underneath the blanket, bodies as close as humanly possible. As strong as Tuvre was, he knew he didn’t want to crush his boyfriend. Tuvre closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth Tazrin gave off.

“Tuvre,” Tazrin mumbled, pressing his lips against Tuvre’s temple.

Tuvre hummed in response, opening his eyes and seeing Tazrin smile.

“I can turn the tv off if you wanna take a nap.” He said, reaching for the remote.

Tuvre shook his head, grabbing Tazrin’s hand and holding it. “Nah, it’s fine.” He replied, sitting up slightly. He put his head on Tazrin’s shoulder, watching as the female lead of the show tossed her cheating husband’s things out of the house from the second story window.

Tazrin was quiet for a moment. “You think people actually do stuff like this?” he asked, shifting to make Tuvre more comfortable.

“I can see why someone would,” Tuvre said. “I wouldn’t want to be cheated on whether they were my husband or not.”

“Well, lucky you, I’d never do that.”

“Good,” Tuvre said, giving Tazrin a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled as Tazrin turned, kissing him back, sliding a hand into his dreads and cradling the back of Tuvre’s head. Tuvre hummed, parting his lips as the woman on tv yelled something about her husband being a bastard.

Then the door to Tuvre’s room opened and whatever moment there was immediately ended.

“Y’know, you can knock, Basashi,” Tuvre said, frowning as Tazrin moved away from him.

“I did,” Basashi said. “You didn’t answer, so I came in.” he squints, looking at Tazrin before turning his attention back to Tuvre.

Tazrin smiled, waving at Basashi as Basashi heads further into the room.

“Anyway, mom wants you.”

“. . .I’m, uh, busy,”

Basashi sighs, rolling his eyes. “Making out with your boyfriend doesn’t constitute as busy, Tuvre, go see what mom wants.” He said, turning to leave.

“Fine, tell her I’m coming,” Tuvre said, flopping back onto his bed as Tazrin laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so dramatic for no reason,”

“You love it when I’m dramatic,” Tuvre replied, kissing Tazrin again before he got out of bed, heading towards his dresser to put a shirt on.

He headed down the hall to his mother’s study, wondering what it was she wanted. It must’ve been important.

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The Beach Episode part 3

A/N: >:3 Kiss time and a POV switch! Yes, I rewatched the kiss scene in Moonlight for reference.

Tazrin swallowed as Tuvre walked towards him, sweat sticking to him after the volleyball game. Naturally, he had to use cure wounds on himself due to his poorly timed receive. The sun was setting now, and the stage was almost fully set up, so he could relax with Tuvre around.

“You’re back,” Tazrin noted and quietly realized how dumb that sounded. Of course, Tuvre was back, he was standing right there. “I mean, uh,”

“Do you wanna hang out?” Tuvre asked, tugging at the string on his pink, white, and blue psychedelic swim trunks as two girls headed towards them.

“Tuvre!” the brown-skinned girl yelled, running up to Tuvre and grabbing his arm. “They have funnel cake, let’s go get some.”

Tuvre smiled at the girl fondly, glancing back at Tazrin. “If you have room for one more, sure.”

Sunny looked over at Tazrin, her ears flapping as she held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Sunshine Parkins, you can call me Sunny.” She said, grabbing Tazrin’s hand and shaking it before Tazrin could react.

The other girl smiled and waved. “Nina, nice to meet you.” She said, holding a popsicle.

Tazrin nodded, introducing himself and grabbing his bag before heading to the food stall with the girls and Tuvre. He paid for the funnel cake, deciding to just share one with Tuvre.

“So, you’re an Ataros,” Tazrin said, only recognizing the name through the white Dragonborn currently messing with the mic on stage. Toraka Ataros, lead singer of Parable, and clearly Tuvre’s older brother.

“Yup. I don’t think I’ve heard of the Lokris’ before,” Tuvre said, a light blush on his face. Which might’ve been a good thing considering—no, Tazrin and his dad moved to Fortuna for this very reason. No one knew them. Which was good, great even, he could be a normal teenager.

He could do normal teenage things like flirt with Tuvre. Right? Tazrin cleared his throat, reaching for Tuvre’s hand and clasping it as he smiled. “Good, I always thought I was mysterious.” He joked, warmth spreading through him as Tuvre giggled.

As the sun set and the stage was finally set, Tazrin didn’t let go of Tuvre’s hand for a moment and Tuvre didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, his friends didn’t either. They were nice, especially Sunny. He guessed some people did live up to their name.

As he stood beside Tuvre, watching his face light up as the show started, he had the sudden urge to kiss Tuvre. Would that even be okay? Would Tuvre want that? Tazrin swallowed around the nervous lump in his throat, gathering up his courage as bodies jostled around them. As cliché as it was, time seemed to slow as Tuvre looked at him with a wide smile, brown eyes enticing.

He lost his nerve as his friend, Dalnar, found them and tossed an arm around Tazrin jolting him out of his thoughts. Maybe now wasn’t a good time. He looked up as Toraka looked out at the crowd then grinned.

“Hope y’all are having a great summer, and this next one is dedicated to my lil brother, Tuvre.” He said into the mic, gesturing to the lead guitarist as she started playing a few chords.

I could have stayed down I could let it all take hold of me I could have laid down But I'm right back on my feet

Moments later, Tazrin still held Tuvre’s hand as waves lapped at the shore and a cool breeze blew over the beach. The concert was over and Parable was packing up, so they’d be alone for a bit longer. Tazrin almost didn’t want this day to end. He watched as Tuvre’s friends splashed about in the ocean, glancing over as Tuvre shifted.

“You wanna join them?” he asked, rubbing Tuvre’s knuckle with his thumb.

Tuvre shook his head with a smile. “They’re fine, besides, I said I’d hang out with you. I’m a man of my word.” He answered, lightly squeezing Tazrin’s hand.

Tazrin hummed in response, looking at their joined hands for a moment. Well, it was now or never.

“Tuvre,” Tazrin started, face warming as Tuvre looked at him. “Um, can I. . .can I kiss you?”

Blood rushed in Tazrin’s ears as he asked this, watching Tuvre glance away then look him dead in the eyes. His scales were fluffed up then flattening.

“Yes,”

“Hm?”

“You can kiss me,” Tuvre clarified, a soft smile on his face. “sounds like a good way to end the day.”

Right. This could all just be a summer kiss and nothing more. Tazrin hoped it would lead to more. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Tuvre in a chaste kiss. He went to move away, something electric pulling him back, pushing his nerves down, down, down as their lips met again. Tazrin sighed, deepening the kiss and taking the lead.

A soft noise left Tuvre as they kissed and Tazrin briefly wondered what else he could draw from the boy. Before his mind could take that lead, he was yanked upwards to his feet, face to face with Toraka. An upset Toraka.

“What do you think you’re doing with my brother?” Toraka asked, shaking Tazrin.

“Raka, leave him alone, he’s my boyfriend.”

“He is?”

“I am?”

Tuvre rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. “Of course he is,” Tuvre answered, helping Tazrin up as Toraka dropped him.

Toraka huffed, looking at the pair before pointing to Tazrin. “Keep your lips to yourself, understand?”

Tuvre groaned, pulling Tazrin in for a quick kiss. Okay, this definitely wasn’t a summer fling.