#clayleaf

8 ships pt. 2 

Rating: Explicit Categories: M/M, Other Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Caduceus Clay/Mollymauk Tealeaf Characters: Caduceus Clay, Mollymauk Tealeaf

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Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Smoot with Feelings

intersex caduceus clay

Mollymauk Tealeaf Lives

Fluff and Smoot

Secret Relationship

Language: English Words: 2457 Chapters: 1/1 Additional Notes: For @cadcly,  whose depiction and description of Caduceus Clay destroys me daily. All headcanons are his, Im just here to make love to Caduceus Clay with Molly's mouth, aight

________________________________________________________________ Molly’s rapping the table with the side of the card he’s ready to throw, a frantic impatience telegraphed in the erratic strikes and the drags against the grain of the wood that sound the way a jagged knife feels. He breaks the freneticism with infrequent occasion, to tuck a dark purple lock away and worry the curve of his jeweled ear in thought, but he’s back to the percussive agitation soon enough. 

He’s ahead in the game, and anyone watching him would find it curious that he exhibits such irritable nervousness when winning a fat reticule of gold is only a few hands away. But no one knows that upstairs waits a firbolg with the patience of a stone, whose nightly kisses are more sacred to him than any victory, paltry or profound. 

It had been just before midnight when Caduceus quietly gave up on the tavern’s company, his tail disentangling itself from Molly’s beneath the table, leaving him with a simple lacking he’s grown to dislike. He’d granted him a chaste kiss between his brows as he left, a benediction no one thinks twice to mark anymore. Not between a tiefling and a firbolg who display uncommon levels of affection with a simple systematicity that becomes quickly commonplace. Even Jester’s stopped taking note of who kisses whom and how and why and where. It’s a tentative reprieve of peace and privacy, and one Molly treasures more than the salient silver-tongued tiefling could ever put into words. 

His opponent finally makes a choice, lays down a knave that has no hope of beating the triumvirate of kings he fans out like a peacock’s tail. Molly’s lopsided smile is the only herald to his triumph, and he snatches up his earnings with a bow of his head and a rush of footsteps to the stairs, caring little to hide the eagerness with which he makes his escape.

In their shared room above the tavern, silence reigns. The noise and tumult below is a distant echo muffled beneath the floorboards, an entire world away. The candles are nearly down to their wicks, illuminating the room in a preternatural glow. Molly spies the prone form of Caduceus, hair spilling over his shoulders and down the perfect slope of his back, as fine and bright as candy-floss. It flutters his heart with a foolish excitement when he sees Cad raise his head at the sound of the disturbance, and turn to regard him over his shoulder with the languor of an empress. His gaze is heavy-lidded with sleep, the bright of his eyes dimmed and dulled in the low light, but Molly can feel their focus on him, as acutely as a blade.

Cad’s head lowers, as if in relief of his presence. As if he’d been expecting him. His head rests back onto the pillow, eyes watching Molly over the peak of his shoulder. Without word, his hips rise like the breaking sun, slow and certain, and Molly stills watching the sheets fall away like garlands where they adorn Cad’s slender legs.....