#faeradin

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concept title: couple’s therapy

When Rugan approaches, it’s the drow that notices him first.

Their eyes light up with recognition, Faer leaning back in their chair and letting an inviting smile curl their lips. “Rugan, that can’t be you, can it?” they purr. “It’s been a while.”

The drow looks good—better than the last time he saw them, even.

“Too long,” he replies, letting his gaze travel over Faer in a way that’s far from subtle. “Surprised you remember me, considering all I’m hearin.’”

“Mm,” Faer hums around their drink. “You sell yourself short. Hard to forget moments like that.”

They aren’t wrong. Rugan smiles at the memory, their back against the cave wall, leg over his shoulder, his head between their-…

The man beside Faer clears his throat, drawing his attention. Rugan feels his lips twitch in amusement at the sight of him. This kid—whoever he is—clearly isn’t thrilled to see him here.

He’s young, probably the youngest between the three of them (though the drow never gave him a straight number), with a mop of curly hair and a seemingly permanently annoyed expression. “You two, uh…”

The man’s eyes flit between them, sizing Rugan up with a mix of irritated curiosity and something else.

Something that Rugan finds intriguing.

“…know each other?”

Faer seems to notice it, too, the way the drow’s eyes find Rugan’s slowly as if they need confirmation that he sees the same thing they do.

And Rugan does. Oh, he definitely does.

“Yeah,” Faer murmurs around their smirk, their gaze lingering on Aradin, then back to him, smirk widening like they’re savoring every second of this little exchange. “We know each other.”

The man reacts predictably.

Rugan smiles, watching the man’s expression narrow even further, his jaw setting with an irritated edge, eyes flashing with something akin to annoyance or maybe something darker, his gaze hardening as he processes Rugan’s presence.

Rugan likes the way this is unfolding.

“Faer here saved me from becoming gnoll chow,” he explains, not waiting for an invitation as he sits down next to them. “Never quite had the chance to thank them proper, though.”

“No, no, you definitely thanked me,” Faer responds before taking a sip of their drink - something dark and amber that Rugan can smell from here. “It just wasn’t very proper.”

He laughs loudly and genuinely, then watches as the kid next to them sets his jaw in a hard line, expression tightening. Rugan doesn’t miss the flash of something possessive in his eyes as he watches the older man closely, like he’s trying to figure him out.

Good. Let him look.

Rugan tilts his head slightly, letting his gaze linger on the man. “Who’s your friend?”

“Aradin,” he responds before Faer can answer, voice gruff. “Beno.”

“Rugan,” he replies with a lazy grin. “So, what’s a guy like you doing with Faer?”

Aradin settles on “Keeping them out of trouble,” delivered with a clipped, dry tone that’s trying too hard to be indifferent.

“But trouble’s all I’ve got to offer,” Faer cuts in, their voice laced with amusement as they swirl the dregs of their drink, shifting closer to Rugan until their shoulder brushes his - a deliberate move that Rugan meets with a lazy smile.

“Yeah, I figured that out,” Aradin mutters.

Rugan can’t help but let a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “You’ve got your work cut out for you,” he replies, letting his hand drift to Faer’s knee, fingers tracing idle circles over the fabric. “Not everyone’s got the, uh... stamina to keep up with Faer here.”

Aradin’s eyes are glued to the movement, caught between irritation and something Rugan might dare to call interest. There’s a moment where he thinks Aradin might reach across the table and shove his hand off Faer’s leg, but instead, he just holds the stare, unflinching.

“I’ve been doing just fine,” he says, voice gruff.

“Is that right?” Rugan’s grin widens, and he can’t help the teasing lilt that seeps into his tone.

He tilts his head, letting his gaze travel over Aradin with a leisurely sweep that’s anything but innocent. He takes his time, his eyes tracing the line of Aradin’s jaw, the set of his shoulders, the way his hands are clenched just a little too tightly.

“Because I’m not sure you know what you’re signing up for.”

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idk i have no excuse

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baby, seasons change (but people don't)

aka: toxic people being toxic

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baby, seasons change (but people don't)

Chapter 3: we're boring, but overcompensate

The hallway seems longer than it was before. 

Aradin quickens his pace, eager to escape the confined space, but as he nears the exit of the venue, a figure at the end of the hall catches his attention.

It’s Michael standing there, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, posture casual but restless, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze flicking down the corridor repeatedly. 

As if expecting something. 

He looks up as Aradin stops short, expression brightening for a fraction of a second. 

Then, his eyes land on Aradin, and it falters. 

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snippet friday

thank you so much @lizziemajestic for the tag!! nsfw snippet under the cut.

something something unfinished sex pollen fic

@fangbanger3000 ur turn 🫣🤭

Without really thinking about it (because why would they?), Faer steps forward again, grabbing Aradin’s arm. “What did you do?”

But, Aradin doesn’t answer. He just stares at them, his eyes wide, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

And Faer has seen Aradin in many states during their short time traveling together - (mostly angry, often frustrated, occasionally amused) - but this?

This is new.

There’s something in his gaze that isn’t quite fear, but it’s close, a kind of wild, animalistic uncertainty.

And then, slowly, his gaze drops to where their hand rests on his arm, and Faer can feel how he’s shaking - holding back … something…

Whatever it is apparently wins out.

With a low, choked sound, Aradin moves, faster than Faer can react.

They’re pushed against the nearest tree, the bark rough against their back as Aradin’s body presses into theirs. The impact knocks the air from their lungs, and they instinctively grip his shoulders, trying to regain their balance, but the solid, unyielding heat of him against them is overwhelming.

He’s staring down at them, his eyes wide with confusion and something else that Faer both doesn't want to name and also can’t because they are way more focused on the fact that there's barely any sliver of brown iris left, almost completely consumed by his blown pupils.

But it’s only when they feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against their thigh that their brain catches up with the situation.

“Aradin, what the fuck—” Faer begins, but the words are cut off as he grinds against them and their mind blanks for a second from the sensation, fueled by the small, traitorous part of them that really wants to see where this goes.

(They’ve been reading too much of Shadowheart’s damn smut.)

It’s not like they haven’t imagined this - or, something like this, at least — Aradin’s

…. attractive.

In a sort of infuriating way.

But still, something clearly isn’t right here.

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i just think that he....that they.....

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live reactions from my beta reader for chapter 3 of baby, seasons change (but people don't)

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i started like 2 other one shots when i Should be working on part 3 but now i have faeradin x rugan and sex pollen fics started and idk what to work on ¯\_(ツ)_/¯