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transkingcobra · 2 months

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Okay I got this idea while trying to sleep last night and then proceeded to write most of it until 3am instead of just noting it rip

Finished this scenario and I actually mostly like it for not having written in ages and I never feel like I capture others’ characters correctly

Halsin x m!named!Tav

(x2 but mainly focusing on one in this)

Diex finds himself jealous and then proceeds to panic about it. Halsin snaps him out of it and talks him through it.

Mainly angst I guess, ‘tis sfw, moment of jealousy not aimed at other current partner if that matters to anyone, anxiety/panic attack, going nonverbal for a bit, I think that is everything?

A little background/explanation before the lil fic because I know I’ve shared not a damn thing about these two but it should be completely skippable, just know that Diex is a changeling in his tiefling persona to start this. If you’re confused you can always go back to read it after and/or send asks, was trying to keep it short I’m already rambling

Background info:

First and foremost, Nix and Diex are changeling brothers who both fell for Halsin. I want to emphasize there is nothing between the brothers other than being brothers, no incest, they do not share Halsin in those moments.

Nix (ranger) is mute and solely communicates via signs or writing (I think I wrote it understandably but the quotes that are italicized are signed). Diex (druid) is with him 99% of the time so he’ll translate signing to spoken language for ease/speed of communication to others.

They’re technically not “Tavs” as in neither of them is the leader and they’re not worm-wielders, another bean is in the “Tav position” but I didn’t even mention him in this. They were hanging out to help out with the tieflings in the grove (as their tiefling personas) before joining the group.

Context for slight mention of their past, Diex was on the run for 10 years where both brothers were completely alone before finally finding each other again.

The brothers usually use their tiefling personas to travel with the group since that is the one the party knows and met them in, and drop it at camp since they prefer to just be themselves.

I think that is all but let me know if something feels missing?

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Today was a prep day, everybody gathering potions and ammunitions, sharpening weapons, preparing spells. Halsin and Diex wandered vendor stalls together in the city, looking for anything the others had need of. The two became lost in their own worlds and drifted a few stalls apart before the changeling started to notice a woman’s obnoxious flirting.

“I’ll bet those strong hands of yours can do far more than that.” The woman’s advances earned an amused hum from the man she had her sights on. Wait. Diex lifted his gaze and turned to where the voices had come from and, sure enough, there she was standing and staring at Halsin. He didn’t hear anything else that was said; his feet took him over to his bear immediately. Arms wrapped around Halsin’s waist, Diex flashed the woman a dirty look, made worse by his morphing face but angled so the much taller druid couldn’t see.

“Well, I should uh, be getting home!” The woman grew visibly uncomfortable at his show and left in a hurry. He didn’t move, just watched her leave as his tiefling tail swayed behind him.

“Diex?” Halsin’s voice is all it takes to snap the clingy changeling out of it. He’s suddenly out of his head and in the market again, clung to his large elf. Embarrassment and shame hit him like a tidal wave. Halsin isn’t only his.

His arms fell away from the other druid and he took a step back, not sure he wanted to look Halsin in the face.

“I- I am so sorry- …Halsin I-“

“Calm, my heart. I am not angry.” A gentle hand found Diex’s chin and lifted his gaze. Halsin’s face was that of gentle concern, not anger, although Diex wasn’t sure if that was better at the moment. “Are you alright?”

“I…” He couldn’t hold the eye contact anymore, couldn’t form words, and suddenly he realized his heart felt like it was ready to escape his chest. He wanted to run, but he knew he couldn’t. Or well, shouldn’t. Not this time. He wasn’t doing that again. Not again…

The caress on his chin left only to take his hand with a gentle squeeze.

“Let us go back to the tavern.”

Diex nodded silently in response, letting Halsin guide him through the city. His mind spun like a hurricane only to crash and fall completely blank, then spin again.

Halsin was being calm, gentle, concerned even. Yet, Diex had just gone against what he had agreed to, to let the bear roam. He acted a clingy, possessive teen to their first love. Well… Halsin was his first, but he’s no kid. He should’ve known better. Been better. Halsin didn’t deserve to deal with this. Diex should’ve just said no before. Let Nix lie with Halsin in camp alone. The quiet brother was more level-headed. Mature. He thought before he acted, didn’t make stupid mistakes. Some days Diex still wasn’t quite used to living around so many people, but Nix adapted well. He lived the way he hunted, patiently with no missteps. Yes, he should’ve just said no. The minor ache of losing a crush would’ve been far more manageable than what was going to happen when they made it back to the tavern.

The Elfsong… Diex’s stomach twisted as they entered the establishment. The noise of the tavern’s crowd barely felt like it reached his ears. The stairs felt like far too many to climb yet not nearly enough to keep him away from what was to come. The common area around the main fireplace and hallway felt like he had only taken two steps before they made it to the room Halsin was using. The one he usually shared with one or both of the changelings. Diex heard the door close and felt it in his heart. He dropped his tiefling persona and stood feeling bare in front of Halsin.

The room felt suffocating. The first moments felt like hours. Every fiber of his being wanted to run again. To leave the room, the tavern, the city, the people behind. Instead, two strong hands found his shoulders, gentle but steady, and a low voice brought him back to himself.

“My love, you’re shaking…”

Halsin was right; Diex had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice how unsteady he was. Did the others see? Was anybody even there as they passed the common area to get to the room? Was Nix there? Although the shaking wouldn’t have made a difference for Nix, the two knew each other far too well. The elder brother would have known something was wrong anyway.

Halsin gently sat them both down, holding Diex close but gently enough he could pull away easily. They had fought countless foes on this journey and had more than a few terrifying encounters. Diex had never flinched at those dangers yet here he was a near mess and panicked.

“My love, speak to me…” Hands left Diex as Halsin signed a broken “Please, what are you thinking?”

Bless Halsin, the man had taken up learning as many signs as he could during their travels and the brokenness pulled Diex a little more out of his own head.

“I’m stupid.” Diex couldn’t remember teaching that sign, Halsin is far too kind to need use of it, but maybe Nix did for whatever reason. The larger druid wiped a newly fallen tear from the changeling’s cheek before signing a request for Diex to spell the word he signed. “…stupid.” His voice cracked and was barely a whisper.

“I disagree.” A warm kiss graced the pale man’s head. “But you do have yourself worked up terribly, so when you are able I hope we can talk about where your mind is right now.”

By the gods, how can a man be so gentle? Diex leaned into Halsin’s chest, letting himself be held once more.

“I just… sorry I chased her off.” A low hum rumbled in Halsin’s chest.

“I am not angry, my heart. And I was not returning her advances.” A chuckle lightly shook them. “You and Nix keep me very occupied in that regard.” Diex couldn’t help the faintest hint of a smile start to form on his lips, but it quickly faded.

“…but if you did? Want to…return them? And I ruined it…” As much as he was certain it was over, Halsin felt safe. He curled himself into the bear, wrapping his arms around Halsin’s waist.

“I would still not be angry.” Halsin’s answer was soft, steady. Patient.

“But I-! We agreed that-“ Calloused fingertips hushed Diex’s onslaught of worry. He finally lifted his gaze to meet Halsin’s, those hazel eyes obviously choosing his next words.

“Nix told me I was his first in every way, and that I was more than likely yours as well. I do not expect either of you to know exactly how you are going to feel and react to a new lover. Nor do I expect you to hold yourself to that agreement should you discover it doesn’t work for you. But, I do, however, expect and ask you to be honest with yourself and with me.” Halsin’s hand lowered to caress the changeling’s cheek. “I do not wish to see you so worried. I would not want to lose you as a partner, but I would hate to see you go against your nature for me. If you ever find this does not work for you, please say so.”

“I…” For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Diex’s mind was calm. Halsin’s words comforted him but those eyes soothed his very soul. He was allowed the space to just be. Love and learn, wherever that took him. “Thank you.” He realized he’d honestly not put much thought into sharing Halsin beyond his brother, or even beyond the tadpole party just outside the door. Gods know they’d each bed him in the right situation. Though, now he’d really need to consider Halsin with a complete stranger, however odd a thought that felt to him at the moment. But he didn’t have to figure it all out immediately.

Diex stared into those gorgeous eyes a moment longer before pressing his lips to Halsin’s, soft and knowing, a promise he’d keep. Halsin gently rubbed a thumb over the pale cheek.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” Halsin spoke with a sense of gentle awe, and the comment caught Diex so off guard that he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. His eyes were beautiful? They were but a blank slate; Halsin’s eyes were beautiful. The way they glimmered as he chuckled only proved the point even more.

“What?” Diex huffed half a laugh, not seeing what his bear found funny now.

“Your eyes turned hazel. Mine, I presume?” Oh. Well, if he wasn’t visibly blushing before, his face was red now, quickly turning away and actively dismissing his unintended eye color.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” It’s been a long time since he’s morphed unintentionally, and never had he mimicked someone, even purposefully.

“You’ve nothing to apologize for, my heart.”

“Gods… that’s twice today I’ve felt like a child.”

“Perhaps I could read you a bedtime story and tuck you in tonight?” Halsin chuckled as he teased, although something in Diex said the bear would do so if he genuinely asked.

“No! If you must read someone to sleep with bedtime stories, I’ll sleep alone and let Nix have you to himself tonight.”

They laughed and held each other close. Halsin was content Diex had settled back into himself, reassured in his arms.

There was a knock at the door, a pattern familiar only to Diex. He returned it tapping on the wooden floor, loud enough for Nix to hear outside. The ranger walked in, closing the door behind him before sitting next to the druid pretzel.

“I didn’t interrupt, did I? Are you alright? The expressions the two of you had got Karlach pacing.” Ah, so they did see. Diex habitually released Halsin to sign his response.

“Yeah, I’m good now. Do I have to let Karlach squeeze me so she doesn’t burn down the Elfsong?” The younger changeling’s smile and soft chuckle at the thought seemed to relieve Nix of some concern.

“It wouldn’t hurt. Well, maybe a little for you. Maybe wildshape first.” The two druids laughed at Nix’s idea, who let out his own amused breath.

The three of them eventually joined the rest of the party for dinner. Karlach got her hug, of course, after much assurance that Diex was fine. Most of them were confused about what she was even concerned over, much to his relief. He knew Shadowheart and Astarion could be nosy, but even they let it drop when he said it was between him and Halsin. Although, Nix’s blank stare from behind his younger brother may have pushed them to stay quiet.

The three would talk more later, if not just the brothers. Nix might have advice for how he’s been navigating the relationship. Then again, he may not know what he’s doing either. But that was for later. Right now, he had good food to enjoy and even better company to enjoy it with.

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I hope Halsin felt like Halsin, I never feel like I write characters correctly anyway and trying to write about a relationship where one of them literally says that word is “unfamiliar to [his] lips” feels weird, but also a friendship is a relationship so 🤷‍♂️ and some shit just felt weird using any words, fanfic wiggle room I guess. Hope I did him justice in any case lol.

I do wanna write/draw more about these guys, funny enough I have more ideas about Nix with Halsin than Diex, but the writing demons possessed me for this specific idea last night lmao. Their dynamics are fun in my head plus the idea of exploring the brothers running into another changeling who is very not nice and everything they avoid being is something I wanna do as well cough even if orin has bs abilities for a changeling cough Nix was my first dnd character I made without help and a few years later played his brother, while now bringing them into bg3 has been living in my head rent free lol

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baronessblixen · 2 years

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The dildo prompt: Mulder is leaving for a case. What's Scullys reaction when Mulder gets her a dildo that looks like an alien bc he wants her to think of him while he's out of town

Rated M, set in season 7-ish.

Fictober Day 17 | tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,134

Expect The Unexpected

Scully sits at the desk in the office, staring at the gift Mulder left her, baffled. Her mind is running wild over what this means. When she found the neatly wrapped package an hour ago on her desk with a note reading ‘in case you miss me’, she smiled, tearing it open.

She expected something like a good bottle of wine, a book on cryptids, or even chocolate-covered sunflower seeds. Something that would remind her of him.

What she found in that little brown box was not that at all and definitely nothing she expected.

A dildo.

Mulder, her friend and partner, got her a very colorful, very textured dildo. The tentacle shape promises an extraterrestrial amount of fun and pleasure according to the box. Scully’s cheeks turn rosy just reading these words.

What in the hell was Mulder thinking gifting her a dildo?

She puts the dildo back in its box and the box into her bag. She puts files over it and her scarf, just in case. If someone were to rob her today and steal her bag, they’d think she was into some very interesting kinks.

In her building, she runs into her elderly neighbor, who entraps her in a conversation. She clings to her bag as if afraid the dildo could just jump out and present itself in front of poor Mrs. Poole, who is currently talking about the new mailman and the fact that he’s too young to be doing the job he’s doing.

Five minutes later, Scully unlocks the door to her apartment and lets out a deep, relieved sigh. She frees the dildo of its confinements and puts it on the table before she pours herself a glass of wine. She clearly deserves one today.

Scully observes the toy as it stands there on her kitchen table, the suction cup at the base keeping it in place. She pokes at it and the tentacle jiggles, making her laugh. But only for a moment. The fact remains that Mulder got her a dildo and she still can’t figure out what he was thinking. She decides that she needs to talk to him, find out what this means.

“Mulder,” he answers the phone after a couple of rings.

“It’s me,” she says, nervously picking at her fingernails.

“Oh hi.” She can hear the smile in his voice and it relaxes her. “Miss me already? Did you get my gift?”

“That’s why I’m calling.”

“Do you like it?”

“To be honest, Mulder…”

“I know it’s a bit out there,” he says, laughing. “I saw it and thought of you.” Scully listens to his words, stares at the blue and green tentacle penis and wonders how on earth that thing reminded him of her.

“That’s very nice of you, Mulder, but… I don’t really know what to think of it.”

“You don’t?” She’s surprised how sad he sounds. Did he think she wanted him to get her a dildo? They haven’t even had sex yet. They haven’t even defined what they are – apart from best friends and co-workers. Yet here he is, buying her a sex toy.

“I was very surprised.” She tries to sound diplomatic. Even though she can’t see Mulder, she knows he’s pouting, so she keeps going. “That’s not a gift you get every day. Especially from someone you work with.”

“Is that really all I am? Wow, I really expected this call to go differently. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m out here on my own. Sounds like you need a break from me.”

“Mulder, no. Please don’t get me wrong. I love that you got me a gift, but-”

“It’s too silly, I get it.”

“It’s a dildo, Mulder!” She says it louder than she means to and clasps a hand over her mouth.

“What did you just say?”

“Your gift,” Scully explains. “You got me an alien dildo. Well, technically it’s a tentacle.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say alien dildo, but Scully, I didn’t get you a dildo.”

“Yes, you did. You left a package on my desk with a note.”

“I did,” he says slowly.

“And in the box was said dildo.”

“I- there must have been a mix-up. Scully, I swear. I didn’t mean to get you a dildo, alien or not. I was gonna get you an alien plushie. To make you think of me, your spooky partner. Fuck, I probably gave them the wrong order or something. Shit, Scully. Did you really think I got you an alien dildo?” He laughs.

“I did.” She flicks her finger against the tentacle in front of her.

“What does it look like?” Mulder asks and she hears him get comfortable on the other end of the line.

“Like a tentacle. It’s blue and green and, um, ripped for pleasure.”

“I bet it promises orgasms that are out of this world.” He chuckles.

“Mulder, can I ask you something and you promise me to be honest?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You’re not just changing your story now, right? You really didn’t mean to get me a dildo?”

“Scully, I promise. I meant to get you an alien plushie. It’s gray and looks really cute. I’ll show you a picture of it when I’m back. I’ll take the dildo off your hands, too, if you want.”

Scully glances at it. Now that she knows that Mulder didn’t get her this, she’s curious about it. It can’t harm to keep it.

“You’re awfully quiet there,” Mulder says. “Do you want to be alone with Mr. Tentacle? Has he replaced me? Just put him on the desk and see if Skinner even notices I’m gone.”

“Mulder,” she says, surprised by the intensity in her words. “I do miss you, you know.” Now she’s glad he can’t see her because her face is glowing in embarrassment. It’s her very own, very secret New Year’s resolution: let the people you know in and tell them how you feel.

“I miss you, too. And I promise I won’t be jealous if Mr. Tentacle were to share the bed with you.”

“I think he’ll move in with the others of his kind.”

“The others- Agent Scully, are you saying that you own sex toys?”

“I’m a grown woman.”

“I’m very aware of that. Do you think I’ll ever meet any of them?” Mulder asks, sounding bashful.

“You will meet Mr. Tentacle,” she says. “As for the others… we’ll see. We can talk about that when you get back.”

“I wish I could come back right away.”

“Solve the case and you’ll be back in no time.”

“Can I call you again tomorrow night?”

“You can always call me, Mulder. You know that,” she assures him. She’s already dreading work tomorrow without him there. No one to distract her, to smile at her, to talk to her. It’s been less than 24 hours and she already can’t wait to pick him up from the airport and put her arms around him.

“I’m sorry you got the wrong gift, Scully. I’ll make it up to you when I’m back, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she says. “But no apology needed. I think he’s growing on me.”

“I better hurry up with that case before you get too attached to Mr. Tentacle.”

“Just… be careful out there on your own, okay?”

“I have a team here, Scully.”

“I know, but-”

“I know, it’s not you. I’ll be careful. I want to come home as soon as possible and… talk about gifts and maybe more. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Sleep well tonight,” he says and she can hear his grin.

“Goodnight, Mulder,” she says with emphasis and hangs up. She considers leaving the dildo in the kitchen, but decides against it and brings him to the bedroom. Instead of putting him with her other sex toys, she leaves it out on the nightstand. In some way, it does remind her of Mulder. She smiles, making a mental note to tell him tomorrow.

#fictober2022 #yeah i realize this is weird #i was so tired #i'm not too unhappy with it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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