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[corniart]

Happy wip whenever!!! Have more wizard losers and because I think it would be fun:

Sweet Bite of the Endless Night: a salacious rare gem of a novel by Matilda Merceria. Details a hot whirlwind of a romance between a bastard’s son of an empire royal sent away to the dynasty and taken as a ward to a member of a semi notable fictional den. Far less racist and surprisingly well informed, this novel does not many copies in print and banned by the empire, and not well known in the dynasty. Caleb found it in a smut bookstore in Port Damali

Practical Applications of Advanced Transmutative Matrices Vol 4-6: A collection of journals compiled by the Aydinlan Seminary. Very Dense. Very Dry. Only two wizard nerds could find this sexy.

An Iconoclast’s Treatise: The Necessity of Objectivity in Potentiality: authored by one E.Thelyss. It was his first solo publication, he published it in common rather than undercommon to make a statement. In Esseks opinion he was young, brilliant, and thought himself invincible. This publication however, taught him just how much he was under his Umavi’s thumb and by extension the dynasty. It was promptly banned from the Marble Tomes and largely buried from the dynasty’s record. It’s a bad face for the Shadowhand after all. However he still has fondness for that old work, it was well written after all.

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[eldritchmochi]

wip wednesday!!! completely fukken forgot it was wednesday in my Fugue State waiting for doctor call (: but!! i still managed to write like 2k in the past 24 hours so i do definitely have something to show off kermit voice yaaaaay

as always, from my epic length shadowgast bdsm au COPING SKILLS that i will hopefully have an update for sunday :>

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Essek laughs and half struggles under Caleb's weight, attempting to turn to kiss him, to press closer, to burrow against his chest and never leave, but Caleb is bigger, stronger, wrapping an arm under Essek's chest to pull him bodily against his own. He's still hard, his cock pinned against the cleft of Essek's ass. The feel of it combined with the force Caleb used on him makes Essek gasp, his mind blank as Caleb's hand traces down his torso.

"Do you want to try for six?" Caleb asks, hand flat against Essek's belly, just below his navel. Essek's cock jumps at the idea and he quickly moans an affirmative. His breath catches as Caleb hand trails over his mons pubis and then his hip, back between their bodies so Caleb can take hold of his own cock.

Essek holds his breath, tempering his hope but he gets exactly what he wants anyway. Caleb finds Essek's hole with the head of his cock again, impaling him with another smooth stroke.

He moans and Caleb moans with him, saying, "You are so very hungry for my cock, aren't you?" and when Essek moans again, loud and honest despite the way his face burns, Caleb thrusts into him, hand on his hip, and murmurs into his ear, "Famished."

His hand moves lower, taking hold of Essek's cock. He tucks his other arm under Essek's head, curled around him with fingers just in his hair, and Essek takes the opportunity to hide his face in the crook of Caleb's elbow at the first slow stroke of Caleb's hand. Caleb doesn't thrust into him again but just the heft of him filling Essek is plenty, deep and hard and lovely.

Caleb strokes him a few times, slow and firm, pulling Essek back onto his cock each time, keeping him from moving far. He kisses Essek's shoulder too, and the nape of his neck, soft, wondrous touches as he takes his time pleasuring Essek until Essek can take it no longer.

"Don't tease," he asks, demands, voice tight as his orgasm creeps up on him. He does not think he could bear coming close to the edge again without a final push to tip him over.

"You are welcome to take what you'd like, Schatz," Caleb tells him, a tease in and of itself. Essek groans, shuddering with pleasure when Caleb's cock throbs within him. He can feel Caleb's smirk against his shoulder, his hand slowing on Essek's cock, fingers relaxing around him.

Essek reaches down to squeeze Caleb tight around him again, holding onto Caleb as he tilts his hips forward, into their combined fist, then back onto Caleb's waiting cock. Caleb moans, fingers combing Essek's hair away from his brow, soft affection to counter the his cruel request.

But Essek is close enough that it's not unmanageable. His hand slides up to Caleb's wrist, holding onto him there for a moment as Essek rocks his hips. He fucks himself back onto Caleb then forward into Caleb's waiting hand a few times before his hand comes down to brace against the couch. His other hand he uses to support his elbow, bent in an awkward scaffolding to try and last long enough to get off.

And he moans, pleasure and frustration rolled into one repeating sound, not quite loud but open, ignoring the urge to muffle himself. It seems to be exactly what Caleb wants, teeth joining the soft lips against Essek's bruised neck.

"Famished," Caleb repeats, hand twisting around the head of Essek's cock as Essek impales himself on Caleb's. "Have you ever needed anything so badly?"

Essek laughs, a breath of amusement quickly followed by a groan. He says, "Of course not."

"Just me, ja?" Caleb asks, and the possession in his voice makes Essek whimper, "Just you."

Caleb bites down on Essek's shoulder again, teeth sinking into bruise, and his hips snap forward to meet Essek half way. Essek squeaks, his hands flying up to cover his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. He's there, just on the edge, close enough he can almost taste it.

[saphirered]

Hi I was wondering if you would write an Essek x reader (gender neutral) where they are having a relaxing day out and the reader teaches Essek to make flower crowns, and it just allot of fluff and wholesome stuff.

Here you go! Enjoy. I really needed this type of wholesomeness. Thank you for the request. 😘

Seated among the plants and flowers at the base of the tree inside the Xhorhaus, you’re focussing on your surroundings, eyes closed. A meditation-like state keeps you grounded and aware of all around you regardless of lack of visual. Every breath you take makes you feel much lighter, floating in your own consciousness. It’s a comfortable and familiar feeling.

It could have been minutes, or hours. You’re not entirely sure but at least you know if someone needs you or you’ll be going somewhere, your friends will come get you. For now you were blessed with a moment of peace, away from the troubles of the world outside, shielded by the colourful flowers, fresh smell of herbs and the soft glow of the fairy lights.

But your peace and quiet was interrupted. Usually you’re very much aware of footsteps approaching, but when the individual doesn’t walk, taking care to avoid the greens, you’re left a oblivious to the presence. The clearing of a throat makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

��My apologies. I don’t mean to interrupt you…” You see the sheepish expression of the white haired wizard floating at a comfortable distance, turn apologetic.

“Essek!” You breathe trying to calm your pounding heart, hand to your chest.

“I am so sorry. I did not mean to scare you. I should have announced my presence.” The mixture of embarrassment and regret remain present in both his behaviour and voice as you get up and give him a once over.

“It’s quite alright. I didn’t expect any visitors.” You smile assuring him no harm was done as you get to your feet brushing off your trousers. Essek is a hard to read individual but even the most oblivious of people could tell something is off. Strange. You tilt your head pressing your lips together.

“Is everything alright? You seem a bit out of it if I’m honest.” Essek’s eyes fall to the floor in front of him trying to find the correct words to answer your question; unusual for someone usually so quick with words. You take a few steps closer to him and take his hand in yours giving it a squeeze letting him know you’re there as you wait for his reply.

“I… I am unsure how to phrase this correctly nor in an appropriate way.” He speaks caught in his own mind still. His eyes are searching still focussed on the ground and your entwined hands. You place your free hand on his shoulder, the gesture pulling him out of his head and instead focus on you.

“Try me.”

“I-. This day- These last few… weeks, have been absolute chaos. With everything going on I have not had a moment of peace in a long time.” Essek’s shoulders drop and his feet touch the ground with a soft tap muted by the mossy floor. You pity him. So young and so much pressure, people depending on him. No one should have to deal with all of that alone.

“I’ve always found diving into my work head first ignoring the world contained the chaos and turned it into order instead, something I could control but now I cannot even read a single sentence, transcribe a single equation or confront a single person without feeling like my mind is about to explode.” A weight lifts by the mere vocalising of the words, tension dropping from Essek’s physique as it does from his mind.

“I didn’t know who else to turn to. For some reason, you always have an air of calmness, around you. Whenever we are in the same space, you radiate peace. It’s strange to admit but I think even only spending but moments in your presence now has done more than any and everything I have tried to achieve even a semblance of rest.” You’re not used to Essek being so open and upfront with anyone but you’re glad for it. Knowing you can confide in someone and trust them is one thing. Actually doing so, something else entirely.

“Thank you for your time and once more my sincere apologies for scaring you. I will leave you to your business once more.” Essek is about to pull his hand from yours taking a step back but you don’t let go and step with.

“When’s the last time you’ve taken a break, Shadowhand?” You’re sure you already know the answer or have enough of an idea to estimate but you ask nonetheless. Essek thinks for a moment and frowns.

“I can’t recall.”

“There’s your problem then. You’re stressed, overworked and in desperate need of a break. Come on. I have an idea.” You lightly tug at his hand pulling him along to the base of the tree and sit him down. You take one of the garden scissors and begin cutting some flowers, branches and other things and collect them in a wicker basket as Essek watches you move from planter to planter and pots making sure to leave enough behind and take only what the plants themselves allow you to take.

It might seem a little strange to some, as you’re standing there, a nonverbal conversation with plant life. Some might think you’re crazy but you only acknowledge life in all forms and while you surely could wave your hand and restore what you took, there’s beauty in the natural order of things as your Firbolg friend might agree.

Essek watches you go in awe, studying your every action with an admiration. Before, as he admitted, there had been the radiating calmness from you that could affect those around you but watching you interact, for the lack of a better word, with the greenery, gave that a whole new meaning. Serenity. You are serenity itself.

You take the wicker basket, now filled with flowers of every colour, branches of green and brown of varying lengths, set it down at the base of the tree taking a seat next to Essek.

“What’s this for?” Essek picks up a yellow flower spinning it between his fingers.

“This,” You refer to the basket and the flower held between his fingers. “is how I clear my mind when the pressure of the world becomes too much to handle.” You take a couple of the branches, check the lengths and start twisting and weaving them together adding flowers into the coil as you go.

“This is how you keep the chaos at bay?” Essek questions watching your fingers work braiding together the delicate material.

“People often assume peace is the absence of chaos but it’s not. Nor is order. If you build a dam the pressure of the water will continue building as long as the water flows. You can’t stop it. You can’t prevent it. You can however shape it in such ways you gain more from it than it from you. It can be found in the simplest of things.” You weave in some deep red roses, your pride as the Xhorassian environment is not kind enough for them to survive.

“Whenever the world comes crashing down and I wish the ground would swallow me whole I find a place to sit down and let myself be consumed by my surroundings. Sometimes I just sit doing nothing at all. Other times I draw, or sing or write, and when I’m lucky enough to find just the right place, I’ll make as many of these as it takes me to return to my peace.” You come to the end twisting the final branches to complete the final circle shape, inspecting your work and adjusting as necessary until you deem it truly completed.

“Whenever I use the chaos to create, little by little serenity comes along and I try to bring that feeling along, passing it on to those around me, because gods know, they can use it.” The both of you smile and with a last adjustment of a flower you place the flower crown on Essek’s head.

Confusion, happiness, delight, peace. All emotions running through Essek’s brain throughout this conversation enhanced the moment you place the ornament of braided and woven flowers onto his head, as light as a feather. Who knew something so small and… insignificant could mean so much, do so much?

“Why don’t you try it for yourself? See if this works for you? Or perhaps if not, it might give you inspiration to find something that will.” Essek nods taking the red crown off his head and inspecting it closer. While he certainly has an eye for intricate patterns and structures the construction of such a thing as a simple flower crown goes far beyond him and instead just leaves him completely oblivious and confused.

Seeing Essek trying to figure out the collective of braided flowers and branches might have been one of the funniest things you’ve seen from the man. The intricacies of Dunamis and the most difficult of equations or studies prove next to no problem for the wizard, but a flower crown manages to break him? How could that not be funny. You laugh even though you tried to fight it and Essek sends you a playful glare.

“Since you seem to find this so funny perhaps I should teach you the many complexities of advanced Dunamis? As a thank you of course.” You can see the hints of a smile.

“However much I’d love that, for the sake of both of our peace and sanities, I’d hold off on that for now. We’ll start with something much simpler. Like a daisy chain.” You begin pulling out a pile of white flowers and putting them next to the basket.

“This is how you start…” You begin explaining how to loop the stem of the flower around the one that came before it, the closer together, the denser the chain will become.

While Essek struggles at first, your explanation and guiding hands and pointers as he works result in a decent looking daisy chain. You slowly work your way up to more difficult flowers and eventually the branches, spending the next several hours going through the motions, Essek’s troubles long since forgotten. This may have been the first time but won’t be the last time both of you find your serenity and comfort in colourful soft petals.

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Caleb felt himself wake up, a weight on his chest. There was a scent of the soap from the tower hung in the air. He opened his eyes to see a lavender tail waving in the air. Molly was tracing patterns on Caleb's chest, purring softly. There were a dozen or so scars on his chest, half of which Molly witnessed the creation of, but others…

"It's barely two in the morning," Caleb grunted.

Molly looked up. "I couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Caleb played with Molly's hair. It was soft and growing longer, almost to shoulder length. "Sleepless nights...they can eat you inside."

"How long did...I... keep you up at night?" Molly asked, keeping his head up.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. "Are you sure you want that answer?"

Molly crawled closer. "I do. You can tell me."

"It never stopped."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't blame yourself."

Molly rested his head under Caleb's chin. "I miscalculated. I failed."

"You inspired all of us," Caleb whispered.

"I noticed things had changed with everyone."

"Is that what has been keeping you up?" Caleb raised an eyebrow.

"It's the scars on your arms. You hid them back in the day. I can't imagine that was pleasant to deal with."

Caleb blinked. "I- no. They hurt sometimes."

"I wish I could take it away. Healing isn't something I'm strong in." Molly frowned.

"You made all of us better, even me."

"Especially you." Molly smiled, pulling Caleb into a kiss. Caleb cradled Molly's head.

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Jester heard a knocking on the door. That was weird, the door was supposed to be invisible. She opened the door, spiritual weapon ready.

"Hello, Jester. When you said you were here, I thought it would be vital for me to visit. May I come in?" Essek smiled, the furs all almost swallowing him.

Jester nodded and let him float by. "Oh, one more thing. You are allowed to walk here."

There were two small thuds as Essek touched the ground.

"Where is Caleb? Have much to discuss regarding The Nonagon." Essek smiled and slipped off his coat.

"Well, he's probably sleeping. It's only three in the morning." Jester smiled.

"I apologize for the late hour, may I ask what you are doing up at such a time?" Essek asked as Jester floated up to the proper room, knocking on the door.

The door opened to show Mollymauk, in his sleep pants bags under his eyes.

"Ah, Jester. What can I do for you?" Molly smiled.

"Oh, is Caleb there?" Jester looked up at him.

"He's in his bath." Molly shrugged.

"Let him know Essek is here." Jester nodded and floated back down facing Essek.

"Let's get to the dining room; we can talk there."

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Essek was nibbling on a piece of leftover pie. Caleb walked in Mollymauk behind him. His tail was waving in the air as he sat across from Essek.

"You know things about The Nonagon?" Molly asked, his fangs flashing.

"I've done some studies with your false nonagon." Essek sighed. "She was always learning new magics and wanted to be more powerful than anything. I've almost been on the bad end of her abilities."

"And yet you live." Molly watched him with narrowed eyes.

"I worked with her, and the repercussions of said cooperation were unforeseen." Essek looked Molly in the eye.

"What specifically we're those repercussions?" Molly felt something sink in his stomach.

"The recently ended war."

Molly's eyes flashed for a moment, but Caleb reached over and grabbed his hand, intertwining the fingers.

"And what brings you up here?" Essek finally brought his eyes to Caleb.

"That is my fault. I asked them to be here." Molly placed a hand on Caleb's wrist to ground himself. "I wasn't myself and they helped me."

"I know what kind of power you hold. Not being yourself is a dangerous thing." Essek glared.

"But it's fine now, I am just here to do what I was issued to do, then I have to answer for my slight against the group." Molly let his voice dip lower.

"But for now, we have to take care of something." Caleb interrupted.

"Yes, I answer to nine gods, and they want me to stop a god-killing city from returning." Molly stood up, dropping Caleb's hand. "In 4 hours we should we should leave, so get as much rest as you can." He walked away. 

Caleb sighed and watched Molly leave. 

"Why did you antagonize him?" Caleb raised an eyebrow.

"The Nonagon is dangerous." Essek gritted his teeth. "His blood magic-" 

"I've seen what it can do. I've seen what it can do to him. Mollymauk is trusted." Caleb spoke clearly. "He is my business, please leave it as such just as I left your business as yours. The guest room is yours." He stood up and followed Molly. 

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Caleb returned to the room, only to see Molly sleeping, wrapped around Caleb's coat, holding it to his chest. Frumpkin positioned himself to be leaning against Molly's mouth, the fur ruffling with every breath.

"You're a bit territorial, aren't you?" Caleb chuckled. Molly didn't react but his tail did. Caleb laid down and felt a tail wrap around his ankle. He fell asleep to the sound of Frumpkin purring. 

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Caleb woke up to a fur-wrapped tiefling. 

"Come on, we need to get going," Molly said, his tail wrapping around himself as he buttoned up his coat. 

"Molly…" Caleb stood up and stretched. "That blessing…" 

"Get dressed first," Molly said, walking towards the door. "We have a lot of ground to cover." 

Caleb slipped into his winter coat. "Mollymauk before we go…" Caleb started, his voice cracked. "Will you make it out of this alive?" 

Molly just turned around, his face unreadable for the first time since Caleb has known him, and placed the kiss on his forehead, the magic reaching Caleb to his core. "We should go."

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The air wasn't bothering Caleb. It was cold but he could breathe and his lips remained pink. Molly and Essek were a bit… testy, with Molly standing in between Essek and Caleb. Caleb could feel the anger flowing through like he was protecting Caleb from something. Caleb had his own thoughts going through his head. He didn't want to think about the price that Molly had to pay for this mission. 

"Mollymauk, the gods that blessed you, would the Moonweaver be one of them?" Caleb whispered, his tone hushed. 

Molly turned towards him so subtly that the motion could pass for a twitch. 

"Yes. Her influence stayed with me for the short time I was shattered. It is a comfort and a joy to know I was still smiled upon." Molly spoke.

The area started getting darker and darker. Caleb grabbed onto the back of Molly's coat to not trip and fall without sight. 

"I've got you. Don't worry." Molly whispered.

"What happens after you do what they ask?" Fjord wondered out loud. 

"I have no idea. How exciting." Molly grinned. Caleb shifted closer to him. 

"Please don't let us watch you die again," Caleb whispered in Molly's ear. Molly's response was to pat Caleb's arm. Caleb just sighed and wondered if he could handle that loss again. The preemptive grief told him that he could not in fact handle it. He wouldn't want to try. 

"We're almost there. We're in the home stretch." Molly said. "We'll make it  nightfall."

[church-of-lavorre]

(Ignore this ask if the "only one of these types of questions per person" rule is in play) 6, 12, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 for the Tiberius/Caleb/Essek poly ship please cause I love these dorky spellcasters as a ship.

ask as many times as you’d like! i love writing headcanons and Tiberius/Caleb/Essek is a fun dynamic!

6) do i have any fankids for this ship?

well, until your first ask i hadn’t really thought about it! shadowgast didn’t feel like the sort of pairing where they’d want children, the two of them being more focused on study and research than family but with the inclusion of Tiberius i can definitely see them as parents! as of right now, i have 2 fankids for WidoStormHand, a boy and a girl. the little girl is named Kiva and has a mowgli-jungle book-esque vibe about her, she’s a baby half-elf druid that they stumbled upon one day while researching some ancient ruins. Tiberius couldn’t stand the thought of her being out in the world all alone so he got Caleb to use Frumpkin to calm her down; Essek allowed Caleb and Tiberius to bring Kiva home but kept saying that she couldn’t stay with them and that they’d have to find her a family soon that could take care of her properly and give her a childhood. of course, it never actually happened and it was only when Kiva was 14 that Essek realised that he’d never actually made true on his threats to give her to a family that could take care of her and, at this point, he loved her too much to bear the thought of sending her away. being a druid, Kiva’s magic was at the other end of the spectrum to Tiberius and Caleb’s so she spent most of her days learning magic with Essek or Caduceus when he could spare the time. she calls Caleb ‘Papa’, Tiberius ‘Dad’ and Essek ‘Father’. the boy’s name is August and he’s a human sorcerer; Caleb went to the empire for a short period of time to sort some things out and, while in Rexxentrum, had August attempt to pick his pocket. used to how sticky fingered Veth is, Caleb recognised the tug of someone going through his coat and caught August by the hand. Releasing a burst of bright light directly into Caleb’s face, August ran for it but Caleb soon tracked him down and asked where he’d learned to do that. August explained that he didn’t know, Caleb asked where his parents were and August admitted that they’d abandoned him so Caleb offered for August to come back to Roshona with him, the little boy agreeing. Essek and Tiberius hadn’t been expecting their boyfriend to come home with a child but the way that August clung to Caleb’s coat and looked at the two shyly had them warm up to him almost immediately. Kiva was confused as to where this little boy had come from and why he now had the room next to hers but she soon got used to the idea of having a little brother and they proceeded to steal any shreds of sanity their parents might have had left. when Caleb brought August home, Kiva was 12 and August was 5.

12) who brings home a bunch of rescue animals and who has to send them back?

Caleb, with his love of cats, once adopted 17 cats from the local animal shelter and tried to convince Essek that they were all the same cat, just really fast and of the faerie variety like Frumpkin. Essek knew that something was up but didn’t question it because Tiberius had yet to realise that not only did they have 2 children but they had an over abundance of cats. it took 2 months for Tiberius to realise the cats, but only after he tripped over one while reading and sipping a mug of coffee, spilling the coffee down his robe and all over his book. Tiberius loved animals, after all he had traveled for quite a while with Trinket, but once he’d become aware of the cats it was hard for him to ignore the way their fur stuck to everything and the incessant, never ending meowing so he put his foot down and said that they had to go. Caleb tried desperately to convince his boyfriends to let him keep all the cats but his pleas fell on deaf ears because Essek had long since gotten sick of the cats.

14) who gets cold and who offers them their jacket?

Caleb, being the fragile human that he is, often forgets how cold it gets in Roshona. Essek is used to plummeting temperatures and Tiberius has a naturally high core temperature, it comes with being a red dragonborn, so neither of them are as bad with the cold as Caleb. out of the three of them, Essek is generally the only one wearing cloaks to spare, Tiberius almost always forgetting to put one on before leaving because he’s so scatterbrained but also because he’s always warm, so he has to lend them to Caleb when the human starts to feel the chill. on the rare occasions that Tiberius actually has a cloak, Caleb prefers to steal his because it’s already very very warm from the dragonborn’s body temperature but taking Tiberius’ cloaks always end in a long lecture from the dragonborn about human body temperatures, fragility, the human immune system, weather patterns and meteorology. Essek doesn’t mind when this happens but Caleb sometimes does as all he wants is the cloak and Tiberius hasn’t given it to him yet because he’s talking so passionately.

15) who tucks who into bed after a long night of studying?

Essek and Tiberius are able to study for hours without needing sleep, though Essek as an elf always outlasts Tiberius but Tiberius can stay awake for a disturbingly long amount of time. Caleb always falls asleep first, his boyfriends letting him nap on the books as they keep studying for a little while before Tiberius gets excited about something and his voice raises considerably, almost shocking Caleb awake. at this point, Essek carries Caleb off to bed and tucks him in with a kiss on the forehead before returning to Tiberius in the library. they’ll spend a while discussing Tiberius’ find before Caleb appears in the doorway, hair sleep mussed, and demands that the two of them get their asses to bed because he’s cold.

16) who organises most of the dates?

Tiberius! Tiberius likes doing nice things for his boyfriends and always goes to great lengths to organise the best dates possible whether it be the three of them going on a picnic or getting Beau to let them into one of the Cobalt Soul libraries through a transportation circle and some fast talking. no matter what they do or where they go, Tiberius always makes sure to include elements of discovery and learning things in the dates because nothing is more fun than a little debate between himself and two of the most beautiful magical minds he’s ever met.

17) who gets them banned from their favourite restaurant and why?

this one was both Caleb and Tiberius’ fault though neither of them will accept that they had any part in it. sick of cooking, Essek made a reservation at their favourite restaurant in Roshona, at their favourite table overlooking the koi pond, and had both his boyfriends dressed nicely by 6:30 so they would arrive on time. they got to the restaurant, sat down and Caleb, unintentionally, summoned Frumpkin who was set purring around his shoulders. a waiter came over and notified the trio that animals weren’t allowed in the establishment and if they would be so kind as to remove it they could continue their evening. immediately, Tiberius stood up, throwing his chair back into the pond and demanded to know what the waiter’s issue was with the cat. the poor waiter just tried to explain that this was a restaurant and they could get shut down for having animals in there; still not understanding what the waiter was saying so the waiter went to get the owner of the restaurant. the owner tried to explain to Tiberius why Frumpkin couldn’t be in the restaurant, Essek behind him with his face in his hands and a tomato red Caleb. eventually calming Tiberius down, the owner went back to her work and so did the waiter. Caleb dismissed Frumpkin and the trio ate their meal in relative peace. as they were leaving the owner of the restaurant came up to them and politely asked that they never come back, Tiberius was furious but Essek immediately shut him up and replied with “trust me, we won’t be, i am so sorry”. Caleb then may or may not have bamfed Frumpkin into the kitchen of the restaurant and set all hell loose.

18) AUs i’ve seen for this ship?

i haven’t actually seen any AUs for this ship but i hope i start seeing some soon! if not, i’ll have to annoy some people until they do!

19) AUs i have for this ship?

i really like the idea of a college/university AU for Tiberius/Essek/Caleb. Caleb being brand new and in his first year of uni while Tiberius is a teachers assistant and one of the RAs in Caleb’s dorm. Essek is this genius student who is studying like 20 degrees at once and struggles with social interaction, Tiberius is completely unaware that Essek is in his form until he’s helping Caleb move in, opens a door and finds Essek sitting in almost complete darkness reading the biggest damn book he’s ever seen. for the first couple of months, no matter how hard he tries to interact with Essek, Caleb just can’t breach the other man’s walls. they have a couple of classes together and it turns out that one half of Caleb’s degree is the same as one of Essek’s. the entire time, Essek has been unable to communicate with Caleb because he goes into gay panic™️ whenever Caleb opens his mouth. still at a loss for how to make friends with Essek, Caleb goes to Tiberius and starts venting his concerns, the dragonborn trying and failing to provide emotional support. it’s fine though because Caleb finds this endearing. just before winter break, when caleb is planning on going home, Essek musters enough courage up to ask Caleb to get a coffee with him but he’s so awkward that he ends up inviting Tiberius along too, the dragonborn having been in the hallway at the same time to make sure anyone who needed to catch a train off campus was ready to go, having recognised him as the dorm RA and Caleb’s friend(?). the three go and get coffee, all of them very awkward at first until Tiberius starts rambling on about baking and chemistry and the importance of using the correct flour. soon, the three of them are in a deep conversation about molecular biochemistry (1/2 of Caleb’s double degree and one of Essek’s degrees) and quantum biomechanics (Tiberius’ degree and the other half of Caleb’s degree). from there the three of them fall in love! i just love the idea of that as an AU for them because they’re all so smart and i just wanna see the three magic boys as uni students! also, a hogwarts AU would be amazing! Essek and Caleb as Slytherins with Tiberius as their delightful Hufflepuff!