[ The drive over is unremarkable, it being a short way from the shop as Mollymauk said. Fjord has more trouble carrying a huge box of carefully spun roses in one arm, four glass display flutes in another, and two huge bouquets in riots of pinks, whites, and reds, into the elevator without smashing any of them into other residents. When he eventually gets to the right door, he gives it a few smart kicks in lieu of being able to knock. ]
[ Molly hops indoors to put some damn clothes on before Fjord arrives, and finally opens the door carefully to not smash it into the half-orc and ruin all his good work. Wearing a white crop-top with a flower motif and red leggings with printed-on sun and moons, he's a bit more casual than before. A bit. ]
Oh wow, thank you so much! This already looks great, I can't wait to see the roses. Come in!
[ He moves to let Fjord into the apartment - a pretty nice one even if it was not newly remodeled or anything. The spacious hallway in the middle from the door spread out to a kitchen to the right, and then to left seemed to be a bathroom. Two more rooms could be seen at the end of the hall. One was open, with a ridiculously colorful bead curtain. Obviously the tiefling's. ]
[ He feels excited to be here, in the home of someone he very much thought of the past week, and tries not to peer around too obviously as he follows him into the curtain-draped bedroom. It's familiar from the picture he was shown and he sets the vases down first at the end of the bed, tall and thin as they are. ]
I brought these along to help with your set-up, since we're not using them at the shop right now and you can just let me know when you're done. I reasoned that a photoshoot means they won't be missing long. [ He rearranged the shop not to need those for a week, because he's soft in the head like that and knows it. Damn. ] Your roses are in the box, I hope they're alright.
[ The bouquets are laid on the bed beside the box, a pale gold one with a white ribbon. Inside are chunky golden roses with glittery highlights, spangling with crystals that were carefully applied by hand; a few of them are tipped in purple on their petals.
[ Molly's room is... and organized mess? He tried to clean up a bit when he heard Fjord was delivering his stuff, but there's still clothes and accessories thrown in places and the white sheet from before isn't on the bed so all the ridiculous fabrics and way too many pillows are there behind the curtains. Not that he cares that much, but he doesn't want to look too sloppy.
(Fuck, this really is a crush.)
He carefully opens the box and the small smile on his face grows to an excited grin. ]
Oh, wow. These are gorgeous.
[ So shiny!
...and was that purple tips? That was honestly genius. ]
You really have a good eye for this, Fjord. This shoot is going to be great and it's all you. And Wildmother's, of course.
Well, [ preening a little as he rakes salt-n-pepper bangs out of his eyes, ] Deuces and Melora helped. A little.
[ They're not allowed to steal his thunder over ten or so roses they might have made. ]
I'd love to see the photos when they come back, if that's alright. Sometimes we add new ones to our catalogue for other customers to get a feel for what they want, the mood and all, and you're [ gesturing, trying to stay professional, ] beautiful [ totally nailed it, ] so I'm sure Melora would love to add you to the collection.
[ Oh, that pride in his work is cute. Molly smiles again, opening his drawer to take out the cash he owed. He almost drops the bills when the cute half-orc asks about seeing the pictures, though.
Beautiful. ]
It's... uh... I mean, normally I'd be happy to, but it's...
... Oh. Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah, no problem! [ Lingerie. He doesn't know any men who wear lingerie. Caduceus sometimes wears weird skirts that he says are breezy and comfortable but that's Caduceus, weird is fairly standard there. Has it ever even crossed Fjord's mind that a man would wear lingerie before? Nope. ] Whatever you want to, you know, send our way. Of the set! Absolutely.
[ He needs to take a harder look at some of those instagram photos. ]
Is that the payment?
[ Money, a distraction. Perfect. His ears feel so fucking hot that he isn't sure he can just blame it on the enclosed room. ]
[ He's not sure what to make of that reaction. Maybe the guy wasn't into those things, which is fair but sad. Still, Molly smiles and hands over the wad of cash. It smells a little like incense. ]
I'll definitely send you some pictures of the set. It's going to be so pretty with all this hard work you've put into it.
[ Smiling, he gives another little wink. Lingerie preferences or not, he'll shoot his shot as well.]
...or you could have an even better look on my website.
On your instagram? It was nice, very ... aesthetic.
[ With a nod to everything else he sees. Molly has a theme, it's hedonistic, lush and lovely and unlike anything in Fjord's life. He likes it.
The money is pocketed and he pauses in excusing himself to leave, curious about the website where photos of a lingerie-wrapped Mollymauk might appear. For science. ]
[ He takes out his phone and shows the number to Mollymauk without hesitation, which he absolutely should not do (the shop has a phone! a landline!!) and gives no fucks about. ]
That's the website I tried and it wouldn't let me in unless I paid?
[ Quickly thumbing that code down in his phone's notes. He pockets it in the back of his jeans, standing on the other side of the doorway and filling it, taller than Mollymauk and broad-shouldered in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves that looks like it started out clean but has succumbed to a day in the shop. He smells of flowers, at least, and finds himself holding eye-contact with those all-red sclera that are both weird as fuck and incredibly pretty, long-lashed when they wink and ...
Right, time to leave. ]
It was my pleasure to make something so special, I hope your photoshoot goes off without a hitch. You, ah, you know where to find me if you need any more. Flowers.
[ Annnnd he backs up, having to glance down the hallways for the elevator; so smooth. ]
[ Molly can't stop smiling when watching Fjord and hearing that warm, kind voice with the upperclass lilt that made him curious. He toys a bit with one of his horn jewelry, feeling like he should say something... but finally letting it go for now. He had to put it in Fjord's ball court for now, or he might come off as being shitty to workers, not matter how interested the guy seemed to be. ]
Thanks, Fjord. I'm sure I'll stop by again for... flowers.
[ Fuck, he wants to climb this man like a tree. ]
Give my regards to the owner, and... I'll be in touch. About anything else.
[ Molly watches for as long as he can and then closes the door behind him. Shit, he's got it bad, doesn't he? Wandering over to his room again, he looks at the bouquets and the vases before stretching a little bit, rolling his shoulders. Showtime.
It takes about a day of shooting, fixing, editing and more, especially since he has to adjust things and then lay back only to have to adjust it again. Molly's fine when Yasha's away, but it's so much easier when she can give a hand... at least while he still has clothes on.
In the end, he only breaks one stalk on the flowers, which is perfect since he's going to put them in Yasha's room. Just one flower missing still means a lot of pretty ones for her to enjoy.
Changing and folding up his sheet, he moves his lights and the vases - shit, he would have to get those back to Fj... the shop. Oh well. For now, he's going to sink into the bed and roll up with all his pillows. He was going to sleep, but the thoughts of Fjord returns, and... well.
[ Fjord drives back to the shop in a mood so cheerful that Melora asks whether he would like tomorrow off, it being mid-week and quiet, to which he enthusiastically says yes and pecks her on the cheek. The older woman pats him on the back and Caduceus suggests a new tea-shop for Fjord to try while he's free, both of them getting a buoyant goodbye as he heads home. His first point of business is making dinner, mac n'cheese, and taking a shower to get the smell of sweet sickly pollen off, then feeding his tank of tropical fish.
He lands in bed in his boxers and balances the laptop on a pillow so he can properly investigate what this onlyfans website is about, using the code Mollymauk gave to access a world of ...
Lavender skin. Lots of it. He gawps as he scrolls down the page, watching the brief clips of the videos and reading their descriptions as the rest of the world falls away from his notice. It's all quite spicy without being over-zealously blatant (sadly) and he finds there are tip buttons where the price occasionally climbs as other people access the content. He can't do that on a free trial, which is annoying. He finds the ones of Mollymauk wrapped up in furs and flashing a swath of waist and thigh in one long line incredibly tempting, along with a Yule shoot where a bow has been placed on that pretty tail, like icing on a cake.
He licks his lips at the sight, biting his nails as the investigation continues. ]
... Fuck.
[ Would it be weird to subscribe? Mollymauk told him all about the website, gave him a freebie trial, so surely he wouldn't say no to Fjord as a paying customer in reverse. It feels a little seedy, even as his will weakens. Mollymauk is beautiful, funny, industrious in his ideas, artistic to a fault; Fjord doesn't want him to think he's just interested in him for his thicc thighs and slim waist, pretty as hell purple tits collected in a tshirt wayyyy too big for him as he sits on his knees ...
He hits subscribe, the 6-month package. Five-hundred gold on the spot. Then, then, he can finally fucking browse those videos, and oh sweet wildmother he feels his face start to burn as he sinks down against his pillows and watches a forked tongue do things to a spoon of ice cream he never imagined. ]
[ Mollymauk's mornings start with coffee, a smoothie and little pickings of what's in the fridge (mini sausages and cheese today!), as well as his laptop and e-mails. He's so glad that he has different ones for his business things and his website stuff, his text-to-voice reading through a few offers for sponsor deals that he'll decide on later, and an e-mail from Jester asking how he is and somehow managing to talk his ear off even when he's not actually hearing her voice. He shoots her an email back and then continues with his other account.
The client that wanted the flower photos is really happy and he's gotten several tips upon the payment, earning himself a whooping 280 bucks, minus the flower cost. The fact that he got a lot of shots out of it is great, too, because he can use the non-personal ones for the rest of his fans. There's a few other tips and stuff he goes through, using his little post-it note system for who wants ass shots, tail things, dick pics... some even ask for softer things but with personal twists, videos saying their name or something like that.
(Looks like he has to buy another cucumber again.)
Then it was checking the new subscribers. Immediately he almost chokes on his smoothie when he sees a six-month subscription from what has to be Fjord. He was definitely interested if he jumped straight into that, and Molly fishes out his phone to find the half-orc's phone number. ]
[ Lazing in bed the next morning after a hearty jacking-off session that sent him right to sleep, he drags his phone across the blankets to see who's messaging him, frowning in his daze. He blinks widely at the name a moment later and the bottom falls out of his stomach.
He curses as the sheets, sticky from the night before and now peeling away grossly from his thighs, need escaping from and his boxers re-discovered before he can reply. Fjord is in the kitchen brewing coffee before he figures out what to send back, rubbing a hand over his face as he groans at his own eagerness, feeling like he's been caught peeping through a keyhole. ]
[ Molly picks his phone up again as it dings, and there's a giddy rush in his blood as he sees the message from Fjord. What a silly crush this is, he hasn't been this hot over someone for a while.
Usually it was just hookups from the bar, but this? He wanted to see more of this guy before they fucked and parted. ]
Oh, I am, and you're a sweet handsome man that I would like to have coffee with.
Sounds like a good place, name your day and time and thank you, I try 😘
[ He's heard that a million times over. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, hot... somehow it still strikes him different in this message.
His eyes are lovely.
Pausing for a moment, he takes a selfie of his eyes as close as he can get without making it blurry. There's no makeup so they're not as nicely framed as usual, but the lashes are still long and the subtle glow in those eyes create a shimmery effect. Almost invisible in there is the faint outline of a pupil. ]
[ He's about to reply when a picture comes through. Fjord grins, saving the photo after studying it for a minute, then decides he's going to be a reckless moron as he takes a selfie of himself (waist up!) bare-chested as he sips his coffee in a salute. Maybe it's because he doesn't know Molly that well that he feels so bold, not worried about the picture being passed around when it looks so casually snapped.
From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
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[ This cute tiefling is bright but not too sharp, he suspects. ]
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it's 15 Leaky Tap Street, 6th floor. We have a working elevator, thank gods.
[ The thirst is too real for his brain to fully engage. ]
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[ The drive over is unremarkable, it being a short way from the shop as Mollymauk said. Fjord has more trouble carrying a huge box of carefully spun roses in one arm, four glass display flutes in another, and two huge bouquets in riots of pinks, whites, and reds, into the elevator without smashing any of them into other residents. When he eventually gets to the right door, he gives it a few smart kicks in lieu of being able to knock. ]
Hello? Delivery for Mister Tealeaf!
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Oh wow, thank you so much! This already looks great, I can't wait to see the roses. Come in!
[ He moves to let Fjord into the apartment - a pretty nice one even if it was not newly remodeled or anything. The spacious hallway in the middle from the door spread out to a kitchen to the right, and then to left seemed to be a bathroom. Two more rooms could be seen at the end of the hall. One was open, with a ridiculously colorful bead curtain. Obviously the tiefling's. ]
Over here, if you don't mind.
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[ He feels excited to be here, in the home of someone he very much thought of the past week, and tries not to peer around too obviously as he follows him into the curtain-draped bedroom. It's familiar from the picture he was shown and he sets the vases down first at the end of the bed, tall and thin as they are. ]
I brought these along to help with your set-up, since we're not using them at the shop right now and you can just let me know when you're done. I reasoned that a photoshoot means they won't be missing long. [ He rearranged the shop not to need those for a week, because he's soft in the head like that and knows it. Damn. ] Your roses are in the box, I hope they're alright.
[ The bouquets are laid on the bed beside the box, a pale gold one with a white ribbon. Inside are chunky golden roses with glittery highlights, spangling with crystals that were carefully applied by hand; a few of them are tipped in purple on their petals.
Because, again, Fjord is an idiot. ]
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(Fuck, this really is a crush.)
He carefully opens the box and the small smile on his face grows to an excited grin. ]
Oh, wow. These are gorgeous.
[ So shiny!
...and was that purple tips? That was honestly genius. ]
You really have a good eye for this, Fjord. This shoot is going to be great and it's all you. And Wildmother's, of course.
[ Just to not come on too strong... ]
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[ They're not allowed to steal his thunder over ten or so roses they might have made. ]
I'd love to see the photos when they come back, if that's alright. Sometimes we add new ones to our catalogue for other customers to get a feel for what they want, the mood and all, and you're [ gesturing, trying to stay professional, ] beautiful [ totally nailed it, ] so I'm sure Melora would love to add you to the collection.
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Beautiful. ]
It's... uh... I mean, normally I'd be happy to, but it's...
[ Think of something! ]
A lingerie shoot.
[ Fully true, just a little skewed. ]
I could take some extra ones of the set, though!
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... Oh. Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah, no problem! [ Lingerie. He doesn't know any men who wear lingerie. Caduceus sometimes wears weird skirts that he says are breezy and comfortable but that's Caduceus, weird is fairly standard there. Has it ever even crossed Fjord's mind that a man would wear lingerie before? Nope. ] Whatever you want to, you know, send our way. Of the set! Absolutely.
[ He needs to take a harder look at some of those instagram photos. ]
Is that the payment?
[ Money, a distraction. Perfect. His ears feel so fucking hot that he isn't sure he can just blame it on the enclosed room. ]
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I'll definitely send you some pictures of the set. It's going to be so pretty with all this hard work you've put into it.
[ Smiling, he gives another little wink. Lingerie preferences or not, he'll shoot his shot as well.]
...or you could have an even better look on my website.
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[ With a nod to everything else he sees. Molly has a theme, it's hedonistic, lush and lovely and unlike anything in Fjord's life. He likes it.
The money is pocketed and he pauses in excusing himself to leave, curious about the website where photos of a lingerie-wrapped Mollymauk might appear. For science. ]
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[ There's a slightly more heated smile, and he slides over to exit his room, hips saying just a little bit with his sweeping tail. ]
Thank you so much for all your help... can I have your phone number? Just in case I need some more assistance.
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[ He takes out his phone and shows the number to Mollymauk without hesitation, which he absolutely should not do (the shop has a phone! a landline!!) and gives no fucks about. ]
That's the website I tried and it wouldn't let me in unless I paid?
[ Hmmm ... ]
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[ Smiling, Molly types in the number into his own phone, naming it Fjord 💚💐 gleefully. He's also a professional, shh. ]
It's free for a day with that bonus code.
[ There's another little wink, and Molly leans a bit to the door as he watches Fjord with very unsubtle hunger in his red eyes. ]
I really enjoyed this. Working with you.
[ ...and he's going to send private after-work messages to the poor man later to see if he's actually up for stuff. ]
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Right, time to leave. ]
It was my pleasure to make something so special, I hope your photoshoot goes off without a hitch. You, ah, you know where to find me if you need any more. Flowers.
[ Annnnd he backs up, having to glance down the hallways for the elevator; so smooth. ]
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Thanks, Fjord. I'm sure I'll stop by again for... flowers.
[ Fuck, he wants to climb this man like a tree. ]
Give my regards to the owner, and... I'll be in touch. About anything else.
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[ That would be a crowd of people exiting the elevator he's stood right in front of. He waves as he ducks inside, calling out. ]
I'll keep some of Yasha's samples to one side, in case you have to pick them up instead. So you know what to ask for! For her —
[ And the doors shut. ]
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It takes about a day of shooting, fixing, editing and more, especially since he has to adjust things and then lay back only to have to adjust it again. Molly's fine when Yasha's away, but it's so much easier when she can give a hand... at least while he still has clothes on.
In the end, he only breaks one stalk on the flowers, which is perfect since he's going to put them in Yasha's room. Just one flower missing still means a lot of pretty ones for her to enjoy.
Changing and folding up his sheet, he moves his lights and the vases - shit, he would have to get those back to Fj... the shop. Oh well. For now, he's going to sink into the bed and roll up with all his pillows. He was going to sleep, but the thoughts of Fjord returns, and... well.
Sometimes you just have to be naughty. ]
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He lands in bed in his boxers and balances the laptop on a pillow so he can properly investigate what this onlyfans website is about, using the code Mollymauk gave to access a world of ...
Lavender skin. Lots of it. He gawps as he scrolls down the page, watching the brief clips of the videos and reading their descriptions as the rest of the world falls away from his notice. It's all quite spicy without being over-zealously blatant (sadly) and he finds there are tip buttons where the price occasionally climbs as other people access the content. He can't do that on a free trial, which is annoying. He finds the ones of Mollymauk wrapped up in furs and flashing a swath of waist and thigh in one long line incredibly tempting, along with a Yule shoot where a bow has been placed on that pretty tail, like icing on a cake.
He licks his lips at the sight, biting his nails as the investigation continues. ]
... Fuck.
[ Would it be weird to subscribe? Mollymauk told him all about the website, gave him a freebie trial, so surely he wouldn't say no to Fjord as a paying customer in reverse. It feels a little seedy, even as his will weakens. Mollymauk is beautiful, funny, industrious in his ideas, artistic to a fault; Fjord doesn't want him to think he's just interested in him for his thicc thighs and slim waist, pretty as hell purple tits collected in a tshirt wayyyy too big for him as he sits on his knees ...
He hits subscribe, the 6-month package. Five-hundred gold on the spot. Then, then, he can finally fucking browse those videos, and oh sweet wildmother he feels his face start to burn as he sinks down against his pillows and watches a forked tongue do things to a spoon of ice cream he never imagined. ]
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The client that wanted the flower photos is really happy and he's gotten several tips upon the payment, earning himself a whooping 280 bucks, minus the flower cost. The fact that he got a lot of shots out of it is great, too, because he can use the non-personal ones for the rest of his fans. There's a few other tips and stuff he goes through, using his little post-it note system for who wants ass shots, tail things, dick pics... some even ask for softer things but with personal twists, videos saying their name or something like that.
(Looks like he has to buy another cucumber again.)
Then it was checking the new subscribers. Immediately he almost chokes on his smoothie when he sees a six-month subscription from what has to be Fjord. He was definitely interested if he jumped straight into that, and Molly fishes out his phone to find the half-orc's phone number. ]
I see I got myself a new fan! 💋
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He curses as the sheets, sticky from the night before and now peeling away grossly from his thighs, need escaping from and his boxers re-discovered before he can reply. Fjord is in the kitchen brewing coffee before he figures out what to send back, rubbing a hand over his face as he groans at his own eagerness, feeling like he's been caught peeping through a keyhole. ]
i told you, you're beautiful
[ It's true, he did! Fair point. ]
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Usually it was just hookups from the bar, but this? He wanted to see more of this guy before they fucked and parted. ]
Oh, I am, and you're a sweet handsome man that I would like to have coffee with.
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coffee is good, coffee and tarts are better and i know a place that sells both
you really are gorgeous
i'm not just saying that, your eyes are lovely
[ And he hits Send before he can chicken out !!! ]
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Sounds like a good place, name your day and time
and thank you, I try
😘
[ He's heard that a million times over. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, hot... somehow it still strikes him different in this message.
His eyes are lovely.
Pausing for a moment, he takes a selfie of his eyes as close as he can get without making it blurry. There's no makeup so they're not as nicely framed as usual, but the lashes are still long and the subtle glow in those eyes create a shimmery effect. Almost invisible in there is the faint outline of a pupil. ]
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From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
as you can see, i'm free today
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