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[lost-wayfinder]

I hate it that after all these years I still don't have an official name for their ship....

[lost-wayfinder]

Writing prompt: You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.

The pursuit of knowledge and skills was common among scholars and engineers alike. While they focused on different fields, they had many similar behaviours and traits, such as an addiction to caffeine or different energy inducing beverages and foods, burning the midnight oil, often forgetting to consume anything for extended periods of time. They usually had someone to care for them, someone to throw a blanket over them when they fell asleep at the desk, someone to bring them a mug of coffee or something much stronger. It was different, when the person they cared for was just like them, though.

"Eureka" Yvrell yelled on top of his lungs as he put his pen down and looked at the papers scattered all over his desk. Occam who was sitting at his own desk flinched as he got startled by a sudden loud sound.

"What did you do?" he asked, not looking away from drawing some blueprints requestsed by the Pact. His tone sounded as if he was bored by Yvrell's behavior, but the truth was that he was simply tired.

"I think I got it, how to rebuild Omadd's machine. I-I cracked this shit!" Yvrell said as he grabbed his glass and took a big swing of it, loving the burning sensation that was left by whiskey travelling down his throat. "Fuck you, asura. I win."

"Yeah, you win." Occam murmured, but a second later he cursed loudly. When asked about what happened, he complained about spilling his coffee on the paper. "Go grab me some more, would you? I'll try to- I'll try to save what I can from this..." he sighed heavily and rubbed the base of the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Yvrell walked to him and placed his hands on Occam's arms.

"You're unbelievably cute when you're tired." He let go of his arms and looked at his partner with love, but what was in Occam's eyes was pure confusion.

"Since when cursing and workaholism are cute?" he asked, yet it sounded more like a statement, to which Yvrell chuckled and gently headbutted his partner.

"Since it's you-"

Whatever he wanted to say next, he could not finish, because a loud knocking, no, POUNDING on the front door sounded across their entire house. Yvrell announced that he would open, and as soon as he did so, a young sylvari ran inside, completely soaked from the rain.

"And what are you doing here so late, Vielcos*?" Yvrell raised his eyebrow as he crossed his arms. She put her bag on the nearby table with a loud thud and pulled out a box from it, a big smile plastered on her face.

"I made this!" she announced with a smile and just as Occam walked in the room, a mechanical cat jumped out of the box. "Her name is Shrodinger." She was so proud of herself. Yvrell shook his head and sighed.

"I guess I will also make yet another pitcher of coffee," Yvrell said as he disappeared behind the door to the kitchen, hiding his smile. Truly... it was nice, to have a family like this.

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* the guest of today's short story, Vielcos, belongs to the one and only @moonlit-grove

[lost-wayfinder]

Writing prompt (fluff): Believe me, I will never be tired of you.

Tinkering in his workshop was what always helped him to take his mind off of things. But this time he had drank plentiful of caffeinated nectar and had been awake for several hours past his limit.

Yvrell grabbed his mug and sipped some more nectar from it...only to spit it out as soon as it touched his lips. He coughed.

"Fuck. Oil. Why do I keep oil in a fucking ordinary mug?" He growled at himself, after which he put the mug away and now carefully looked at all ten mugs that he had around and sighed heavily. Dirty water. Some more of...odd liquids he did not remember pouring. Finally he found the one and sipped from it, after which he sighed in with pleasure. That was it. The kick he needed to keep on working and not think about...the past events.

He did not hear a sylvari enter his workshop and walk up to him. But when he suddenly felt hands on his shoulders, he flinched and spilled some of his drink on his dirty shirt.

"Oh, mulch," he sighed heavily and looked over his shoulder at the man behind him. "Occam. You startled me."

"I cannot watch you like this, wasting away," Occam said as he sat at the stool next to him. Yvrell looked down, his heart heavy with guilt. "It's flowing in back again, is it not...?"

"Yes." The answer was short, yet filled with grief.

"Scarlet is dead-"

"So are all the people who died in that bloody war!" Yvrell raised his voice as he almost jumped off his chair. "And it's all my fault...!" He was shaking so much that he could barely stand. Occam picked himself up and gently placed his hands on Yvrell's arms, rubbing them up and down in a caring manner.

"Everybody makes mistakes. You would not have done it if you had known, Yvrell. You know this..." There was no answer, so Occam continued. "You do not have to be afraid, Yvrell. I am here."

Yvrell's eyes finally met his.

"I fear that all...that...my reputation, my mental state... What if you grow tired of me? What if...if you..." Yvrell's voice cracked. Occam pulled him in for a reassuring hug.

"Yvrell, my love. I will never, ever, be tired of you."

[lost-wayfinder]

Im lovin the gay uncles a lot, you know? If there is any prompt you'd like to write for Occam and Yvrell, please take this as a freebie~

thank you, i think i found a perfect one <3 : I wonder what i look like in your eyes.

Yvrell was sitting at the beach as the sun was slowly going down. He was watching the waves kiss the shore just to part with it after mere seconds... and rejoin soon after. It was so peaceful, yet something was amiss.

"Ah, there you are," he heard behind him. He turned his head to face Occam that had just arrived, a bag with groceries still in his hands. He put it on their outdoor table and walked closer to his partner just to sit down by him. "I did not expect to see you outside today."

"I guess I still have some surprises up my sleeves." Yvrell shrugged. "You're quite late."

"There was a meeting with the commanders, they were talking about Maguuma. Wanted to hear what they had to say." Occam shrugged.

"And?"

"Nothing new. Just the old 'many lives have been lost but we won'... Nothing on you, though."

Silence. Yvrell sighed.

"Good... I know how those people look at me when my back is turned..." Yvrell shook his head and then looked deeply into Occam's eyes. "Sometimes... sometimes I wonder what I look like in your eyes."

Occam was silent for a moment. The he smiled and kissed his partner.

"You look like a handsome, hardworking engineer with a lot of potential. You look like an unbreakable hammer, that no matter what uncooperative material he meets on his anvil - he prevails, strengthens."

"Are you calling me a tool?"

They laughed and kissed yet again.

"Let's go home. You shall be the hammer tonight and I shall be the anvil."

[lost-wayfinder]

❛ they say you’re dangerous, but you’re my safe. ❜ reminds me of Occam and Yvrell-

well, it reminds you good, Anon, my beloved!

No matter how hard Yvrell tried, no matter what he did, all people saw to him was a murderer who helped Scarlet destroy many lived and then contributed to Mordremoth's awakening. It did not matter to them that the a third of it was a hopeless, unrequited love that drove him to do insane things, a third was nothing but fear and hopelessness, a fight with morals, and finally, the last part: working undercover.

None of it mattered.

Most of the time he was sitting in his workshop, tinkering, trying to silence his own demons with the sounds of his trustworthy hammer. But nothing ever worked, no matter his desperation or how hard he tried. Yet, there was but a one thing, or to be precise, a person, who saw more to him.

"Still burning the midnight oil?" Occam asked as he walked in the workshop, badly lit from an almost burnout candle at the desk. He approached Yvrell, who was leaning over some parts, trying to fit them together. "Yvrell-"

"I can't sleep." The answer was short, said in a voice that could petrify with its tone. Clearly, the engineer was not in a mood. He wanted to be left alone. But Occam knew better than this.

"How many nights has it been?" he asked rethorically. "You need rest."

"Not like it will do any good-"

"Yvrell." Occam was not going to let his partner be passive aggressive towards him. He crossed his arms and glared intensely at him until Yvrell turned to face him.

"What."

Occam sighed as he walked closer and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go to bed."

Yvrell groaned, yet he listened. He let his partner lead him to the shower, Mother knew how much he needed it. It was so calming, to sit in the deeper part of their bathroom, soak in water that was neither warm nor cold. It was soothing to sit there with Occam hugging him from behind.

"Yvrell, you know I care about you."

"I know."

"You know I love you."

Yvrell was silent and could only nod, he knew well that if he spoke his own voice would betray him. Love... it was such an odd concept for him. Something he was sure he could never understand. Was it not love that got him in this place after all? Was it not love that was now drowning him in guilt?

"Yvrell." Occam's deep voice was like brand new prosthetics. It was magically picking him together. "We both know what they say about you. That you're guilty. That you're a murderer, a monster." Yvrell did not dare to speak up, knowing that all it was true. "They say you're dangerous..." Occam paused for a moment. "But you're my safe. After Maguuma... I was lost, too. I acted like everything was fine. I was expected to. But can one be truly fine with a dragon roaring in your mind, pulling on the ropes in attempts of getting full control? If it weren't for you... I'd be long gone. With you by my side I knew I was safe. And I still am."

Part of Yvrell wanted to argue. But part of him knew that Occam was not the kind to lie to make someone feel better. He trembled. He felt Occam's strong arms hug him tighter, to which he answered by leaning into him, closer, as if trying to merge with him like he merged metals in his furnace. He closed his eyes as he listened to the hum of sap within Occam's chest, a quiet, almost silent beating of his rhuddin. And then, for the first time ever, Yvrell dared to say it.

"I love you, too."

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The not-so distant waves are calming. It's a nice, brisk night. The heat from the forge is slowly dying, Occam sitting beside the engineer. They're enjoying the night. It's slow. It's nice. There's a knock. Yvrell slowly gets up to investigate. He finds a metal box. It's fairly lightweight, he turns and looks it over as he carries it inside. Maybe that's a bad idea. Occam looks as he opens it. Oh. It's a glitter bomb. There's orange and black stuff everywhere! And a note. "Happy Halloween!"

Thank you so much for sending me this @moonlit-grove <3, this is super wholesome!!! And I love it very much! I wish I had the energy to draw a lil comic as a response but I'm kinda dead nowadays, haha

Anywho, thank you so much for this <3