Character design iterations for a very important DnD NPC. As an archmage’s simulacrum, Two takes on frequent espionage assignments, remaining out of sight and out of mind. Her clothing allows her to move freely and silently in the dark— but would offer protection if she ever got into a fight.
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AU where Steven starts courting Ryan. Takes him to fancy restaurants and pays for dinner while Ryan takes forever to clue in and just thinks Steven is trying to lowkey convert him into a fancy boy. That's it.
i challenge you to write a drabble for shane/andrew/ryan/steven! yep, all four together!!! doesn’t have to be a sequel to the first two shane/andrew + ryan/steven fics, but it Could be. ;)
The squel to the other drabbles will be a full-length fic. This one is set in a completely different verse.
“In your face, Lim! You can’t take the heat!” Ryan dunks one last basketball in the Super Shot arcade game – the counter shows 56 points, while Steven’s shows 31.
“What happened, Steven? Not gold enough for you?”
Steven turns bright red, clenches his fists at his sides. “So you won. What you gonna do about it? Make a PowerPoint?”
Andrew chuckles as he feeds a coin in a nearby pinball machine. “I certainly didn’t realize Steven was like this when I started dating him.”
“They do bring it out of each other, don’t they?” Shane replies, long body lazily draped over the next machine.
Andrew pulls the clutch and shakes the machine, dings and thunks barely audible through the electronic din around them.
Shane squeezes Andrew’s shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded, voice slow, from the pitcher of beer the two of them shared earlier. “I think you’re the only guy my age who’s good at pinball.”
“What can I say, I’m old-fashioned.”
“I like that about you.”
The clutch slips out of Andrew’s grip and the ball doesn’t go much farther than the first 100 points bump.
“Allow me,” Shane says, and he makes a big show of pulling a coin out of his pocket and feeding the machine. “It’s my fault you lost the last one.”
Andrew hates – loves? – how well Shane can read him. It’s a bit dangerous – it’s not like anything good can – should – come out of this.
Nevertheless, he represses a shiver when Shane’s hand brushes his on the frame of the machine.
He’s saved from having to answer by Steven draping himself over his back, a whine in the back of his throat. “Ryan beat me again…”
“Why don’t you change games?” Andrew suggests, willing his voice steady, willing himself to look away from Shane.
“He’ll say I’m admitting defeat.”
“So?”
“I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Shane pipes up. “You can never hear the end of anything you do with Ryan. You just have to take it in stride, go with the flow.”
Andrew looks from one to the other – laid-back, debonair Shane; high-strung, anxious Steven. One is the definition of go with the flow, the other is the opposite. Steven has as much chance of letting Ryan’s roasting go as Shane of believing in ghosts.
Ryan parades up to them, thanking an imaginary crowd of fans, and dips Shane into a deep, messy kiss. Jesus, they’re hot together, Andrew thinks, and quickly turns to Steven, to pretend he wasn’t staring.
Steven, still gazing at the couple, is blushing ardently, and a thrill runs up Andrew’s spine. He shoves another coin in the pinball machine and tries not to notice Ryan deepening the kiss and Shane’s hands fisting into his shirt.
Ryan finally resurfaces with a satisfied exhale. “Sucks to be you, Andrew, dude.”
Andrew just raises an inquisitive eyebrow, not trusting his voice to speak without cracking.
“You don’t get to kiss a champion,” Ryan explains with a dirty look at Steven.
“That’s it, Bergara. You and me! All or nothing!” Steven’s hands are balled up into fists and his face is scrunched up in determination.
“All or nothing what? We didn’t bet!”
They walk back to the Super Shot machine, bickering fading into the distance.
Shane leans closer to Andrew, who tries not to notice the way his pink shirt now gapes around his neck, a few more buttons undone, his chest still heaving in the aftermath of the kiss.
“These two,” Shane chuckles, shaking his head fondly. “They should just bone.”
In his shock, Andrew has to grip the sides of the machine to stay upright.
“You can’t be serious,” he croaks.
Shane shrugs with just one shoulder, as if discussing the most normal thing in the world and not suggesting their boyfriends should fuck. The lazy gesture shouldn’t be this hot, but somehow it is, and Andrew’s mouth falls open in anticipation.
“Would be hot, wouldn’t it?” Shane leans all the way into Andrew’s body to say it, breath hot against the shell of his ear, and this time, Andrew cannot repress the full body shiver that sends him even closer into Shane.
He gives an involuntary nod, tiny, but he can tell Shane notices by the way his mouth twists into a tempting smirk.
“Maybe you should talk to your boyfriend,” Shane whispers in his ear.
Andrew gulps. “What about Ryan?”
Shane nods in their direction. “Oh, I know he’s in.”
Andrew turns to see the competitive banter between Ryan and Steven seems to have morphed into some undeniable sexual tension. Ryan is bracketing Steven against an air hockey table – Steven traded his petulant demeanour for a coy look, his ears a bright pink. Andrew knows his boyfriend well enough to recognize signs of arousal and Steven is definitely into it.
Andrew gives Shane’s hand a little squeeze and pushes himself off the pinball machine to make his way to their boyfriends. As soon as he sees him coming over, Steven gets this terrified look on his face and straightens up, putting as much space as possible between Ryan and him.
Andrew smiles, trying his best to show he’s not mad, that this is okay. In the least possessive way possible, he takes Steven’s hand. He hopes Steven will be able to just go with the flow, for once.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” He smiles at Ryan too, trying to show this is not a jealousy thing.
Ryan smiles back but Andrew can tell he’s curious from the way he keeps looking back at them as he walks over to Shane.
“Andrew, I’m so – “ Andrew cuts Steven’s blabbering with a gentle kiss.
“It’s okay. Give it a go.”
“W-what? You mean – “
“I mean Shane and Ryan are down to have fun with us and so am I.”
Steven looks like the wind got knocked out of him – eyes wide, jaw dropped, breathless. His fingers stutter on Andrew’s shoulders.
“I – um – yeah, okay.”
“Okay?” Andrew wants to make sure.
“Yes please.”
Steven cradles Andrew’s face in his hands and presses their lips together – a promise and a thank-you.
They join Shane and Ryan in a corner tucked out of view. One nod from Steven and Ryan latches onto him, pressing him into the wall, a wild glint in his eye.
Andrew indulges in the sight for a moment before turning to Shane, every single one of his nerve endings burning with need.
“C’m’ere,” Shane mumbles, pulling him in by his belt loops.
Andrew relishes in the way he has to stand on his tiptoes and Shane still has to lean down to meet him halfway. His fingers curl into Shane’s shirt to pull him ever closer.
Shitty beer made Shane’s lips warm and Andrew’s brain loose, and Ryan’s fingers link through his, while his mouth pulls whimpers out of Steven’s throat.
Sometimes the brightest lights cast the longest shadows.
The late Sylvia Va'lens had many secrets up her sleeve. One of these was a simulacrum made in her image. She called herself 'Two', and took on the work that her mistress could not be seen doing.
