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I’ve missed drawing -w-

*slams this down* Okay I've been writing nearly all day here's the results of my incubus Alfyn rotation. Too sleepy to word more. Gnight.

A moment of privacy

Alfyn, currently out on A Date with Therion: I really like you we should go On A Date sometime :)

my sim Alfyn is a himbo confirmed.

I need a doctor!

started drawing no thoughts head empty and arrived at Dragon Therion hours. 

Therion’s bed in his den is just a big pile of pelts and blankets and pillows on a carved out step and Alfyn should be careful because if he rolls off the floor IS just stone.

mermaids on the mind.

Alfyn lives in a mer community under the waves, but dreams frequently of exploring the surface world and spends a lot of time either near shore or following ships.

Therion’s betrayal happens at sea (maybe he and Darius are pirates together idk) and he gets thrown overboard into the ocean. Alfyn finds him and saves him from drowning (mermaid kisses allow a person to breath underwater for a time) and he takes him to a shore near a human settlement. Therion wakes up on an unfamiliar beach with vague memories and no clue how he is alive. At that point he starts carving out a new life for himself in town- but between the nightmares of the betrayal and drowning he also keeps dreaming of a handsome man he’s never met before kissing him. He often visits the sea and stares out at the water.

I tried to write you some inbox fic but it DIED OTL

The gist of it was that Therion overheard dome dockworkers talking in the tavern abt how some fishermen caught a merman, and then proceeded to describe the one he saw in a dream(?) six years ago after his betrayal. And he thought about how the memories were fuzzy but his face and the desperation of the merman's lips on his were seared into his mind, and how he still spent a lot of time staring at the ocean in spite of everything. He didn't know what he expected, to see the merman, to see Darius with only just enough life left in him to beg for forgiveness, something else, who knows. But he still likes the sea. It's calming, thr sand is nice, he likes watching the hermit crabs scuttling around. Sometimes he swears he sees a flash of green iridescent scales behind the rocks but when he goes to investigate there's nothing there. Anyway the dock worker's friend thinks he's full of shit but Therion can't help himself and goes to investigate. And wouldn't you know it, there in the warehouse where all the fishermen's catches are brought is that same merman from six years ago, unconscious and tangled in fishing net.

Aaaaah this has me rotating ideas (along with the tags you left on my sketches) and just

Time to steal a merman. Rescue mission.

I'm out and about so I can't draw right now but...

Thinking of Alfyn getting sold to some rich person's own private aquarium

And I want Alfyn to be able to manifest legs somehow but escape is still difficult (he would also be naked if he transformed so...)

Aaaaaaaah I love all of these!

Look at these two. They are doing their best.

@colbypuppythebaker here's a bunch of Incredibly Sketchy Sketches of Mermaid Shenanigans. I very much recognize this au's dramatic potential but I also think it's very possible for it to be funny as hell

Merman kisses :3

Uuuuuuh idk if you want these kinds of asks on main if not just lmk

Anyway. For ur consideration. Alfyn accidently confessing when he says 'I love you' during sex. Therion probably rolls with it until it's done when he teases Alf about it but uh. He's very embarrassed. More embarrassed than someone who just Says Shit during sex would be. Or maybe he stops everything right when it happens, not on purpose it just shocks him so much he's like 'what'

Either way he's ultimately not like. Against it. Just surprised (and maybe a little guilty, feeling like he tricked Alfyn into having real feelings for him somehow).

Oh man depending on other factors I can also see Therion like... not taking it seriously/being in denial over it as well. (It has been a long time since he's been shown love/care- the emotional whiplash of expecting abuse and getting kindness instead is real. Platonicly or Romantically.) And like you say, it's not that he's against it! It's just unexpected.

Meanwhile once the dam breaks and the confession is out there and accepted I can see Alfyn saying 'I love you' a LOT. He's very affectionate- though it could be a bit overwhelming for Therion early on since he's not used to that sort of attention.

At any rate I am Rotating Thoughts of Them. Gosh could you imagine it not even being the first time Alfyn has confessed- like he's done so a dozen times over while drunk and Therion never took it seriously (and then Therion just doesn't call attention to it and it's up in the air if Alfyn remembers or not)

btw im probably gonna cut it for time in this chapter but. consider. alfyn is feeling like hot shit after his chapter 3 and in a reversal of the trope where alfyn likes to drape his mantle over therion when he takes a nap or has a bad dream. therion is like 'yknow what fuck it' and drapes his own shawl over alfyn while he sleeps. will it do anything?? hell if he knows (yes) but for the first time since this whole thing started it feels like hes actually done something for alfyn. and thats good enough for him

Considering. Crying. Hell yes, this is so sweet. Therion absolutely would, he's kind at heart he just isn't always sure how to show it (or if he safely can).

"I could teach them."

Clearbrook's meeting hall fell silent the moment Therion raised his voice. Every pair of eyes glued to him in shock, Alfyn's included, though his expression was less one of disbelief and more simple surprise. Which, Therion supposed, was fair. He was hardly the kind of person who volunteered himself for things, much less for being the town's schoolteacher while the usual scholar fought her illness.

"...You?" Some incredulous villager asked, managing to pick their jaw up off the floor.

"Sure." The thief - well, those days were mostly behind him now even if he'd still had a heist or two since then, though he had a hard time thinking of himself as anything else - shrugged. "I know reading, writing, arithmetic, and a few more things besides. I had a pretty good teacher of my own, and I like kids. I'm not doing much around town besides supporting Alfyn, anyway. Don't see why not." The murmurs of discomfort through the room were easy to ignore when Alfyn smiled, his face taken over by that full-force grin with a radiance to rival the sun.

"Theri!" The apothecary wrapped an arm around his shoulder, barely contained but at least aware that flinging himself into his arms wasn't appropriate in this setting. "Shucks, that's a great idea! Those kids already love ya, you'd be a great teacher!"

"Wait, hold on." One of the elders shook their head. "We hardly know you, how can we trust our children with you? Alfyn himself would be a perfectly good substitute-"

"WOULD be," Alfyn interrupted, "except I'm already Miss Honeysuckle's attending physician. Don't see none of you lining up to fill her spot, either."

"But he's practically a stranger!" Another woman shot up in her seat. "And we're supposed to trust him just because he's your husband?"

Therion took a deep breath and clenched his hand. No threats, no threats. Handle this like an adult. "You can trust me because, whether you know me or not, your kids already do. I play ball with them, I tell them stories, I catch frogs in the creek with them. I've started teaching one or two to read already. Not a single one of you wondered why they all suddenly knew how to perfectly peel an apple one day?"

"Dunno why you folks keep bringin' me into this, either." Alfyn shook his head. "He's only been here a few years, but he's hardly a stranger to y'all at this point."

"Well, we trust YOU, Alfyn!" A desperate father pleaded. "But we just don't know him half as well, and he's..."

"I'm what, exactly?" Therion combed his fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs out of the way of his eyepatch. No longer a shameful reminder to him, the scar on full display. "Go ahead, I'm listening." No direct answer came, only the murmuring of the in-group. A familiar scene, one that reminded him of his own childhood. Of his own mother. Whispers of how he was an 'outsider'. ("She's not from here, and she's always speaking in some weird language.") Rumblings of his past, his lifestyle ("I heard her husband was a killer." "I heard the kid's father was hung for treason."). His unusual appearance, his otherness ("Do you really want a foreigner teaching your kids? They always smell like their strange food and talk strangely."). His patience waned, his clenched fist trembled as his knuckles whitened. He felt a retort building in his chest, the hurtful words he'd been holding back beginning to bubble to the surface.

"What the hells is all this about, huh?" Alfyn shot to his feet so fast the chair clattered behind him. The room stared at him in shock, Therion included, though less with disbelief and more with surprise. "You got a man with more life experience than half of this room combined offerin' to teach your kids, and you get cold feet because you don't like how he looks? Because you haven't made the time to get to know him? Forget reading writing and arithmetic, what kinda gods-damned lesson is THAT to teach your kids? If you guys are gonna wring your hands about the one guy in town that's qualified and willing because he's got a couple scars, you'd lose your minds at some of the nicest people I've ever met outside of Clearbrook."

The room was silent.

"I believe...we will adjourn this meeting for now." The village elder stood up. "As for what's been discussed here today, we...have much to consider. Therion." The thief, if he could still call himself that, perked up in his seat. "If this is truly something you want to do...then we will continue this discussion next time with fresh minds. The both of you have made...rather salient points. Until next week."

As the meeting dispersed, Alfyn let out a breath and hung his head. "Damn." He sighed. "I just...I can't believe they'd do that to ya. You'd think they'd know better by know, but..."

"Hm." Therion hummed. Being treated with suspicion was nothing new to him, though it still stung a bit when it was his new home. "Hey. Uh...thanks for saying something. I don't know that I would've been nearly that nice about it. Might've just made things worse."

"Aw, shucks. I just couldn't stand listening to them say all that right in front of ya." Alfyn smiled again and pulled him close. "And for the record, I really do think you'd make a great teacher."

"Let's hope you're right." Therion laid his face on his chest, smiling contentedly, and wrapping his arms around Alfyn's waist.

"What, you don't trust me?"

"I do."

The thief (or perhaps not) felt his Alfyn nuzzle the top of his head and sigh happily, as he always did whenever he told his husband he trusted him. And that was all he needed, whether or not anyone else approved.

!!!!!!!!! I like this!!!!!!

the part with parenthesis ear the middle of the fic… how theri’s always been an outsider in some sense…. augh. he’s gone through so much the last thing he needs is this. the part where alfyn actually confronted all the people at the meeting was very cathartic (I think that’s the right word) to read. like hell yeah alf get their asses

also!!!! therion being good with kids!!!!! blaze you share my vision!!!!!!! he absolutely would

also the part at the end was very sweet but all I can think of is that drawing you made where theri’s pushing his head into alfyn’s tits and thinking ‘booba’ while smiling mischievously. it lives in my brain at all times

Every day I wake up and think way too hard about my favorite characters and then go to bed

For your consideration:

Therion and Alfyn meeting a year before the story starts. Therion made his way to Clearbrook and meets Alfyn at the bar and mistakes his friendly demeanor as an attempt to get into his pants. So he rolls with it, they have a one night stand, and both figure they'll never see the other again.

Jump to a year later, Therion joins a group of travelers and is surprised to discover the group apothecary... is Alfyn.

After some initial awkwardness it develops into a friends-with-benefits situation until oops they have developed Feelings.

Just. Yeah. Thinking of Them...

uuuuuuh hi this gave me an Idea and ive been using it as writing warmup for the past week. theres zero proofreading so hopefully its halfway decent here u go

The wall in the storeroom was cold against his back as he slammed into it, unable to react before a slender hand clamped down with surprising force over his mouth. It was an unusual situation for Alfyn, at least by his standards. He was a fairly large man, not the kind that gets pinned down very often. It’d happened a few times in the past, of course. Play wrestling as a kid, some hesitant experimentation as a teenager, once by a very unpleasant patient. By the exact man who was pinning him now even, once before in a room in Clearbrook’s only real inn.

These were not the same circumstances as the last time Therion had pressed him against a wall. There was no sly or flirtatious look in his eye, no mouth inching towards his, no hand deftly undoing every button and slipping up his shirt. No, the look in Therion’s eye now could most accurately be described as ‘furious’, and the hand not clasped firmly over his mouth gripped Alfyn’s shoulder tight enough to almost sting, even through his heavy mantle.

"Listen, medicine man,” The thief growled, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing telling people you know me, but you’re gonna stop. The next time someone asks, you don’t know me.” The look in his eye did not waver as he condescendingly spat his demands, as if Alfyn were a particularly unruly toddler and not a man only a year his junior. “Even better, you mistook me for someone else and we’re complete strangers. Got it?"

Th…This was what Therion had dragged him into the storeroom for? For mentioning to Olberic that they’d met before? Alfyn was no stranger to keeping people’s details private. It was one of the first things Zeph’s father had drilled into his head after he began his apprenticeship – identifying details don’t leave the patient records, and those patient records are for apothecary eyes only. Privacy and what constituted a breach were one of the few things Alfyn was intimately familiar with, and mentioning they had met once before, in his mind, hardly fit the bill. It was, in fact, hard to understate how much self-restraint it was taking for Alfyn to even answer others’ questions with a simple ‘we’ve met before’ instead of turning to the man who essentially took his virginity (or at least gave him his first taste of real sex) and bombard him with questions of his own. Who was he, really? Where was he from? Why did he choose Alfyn that night instead of anyone else at the tavern? Where did he go after he disappeared into the night?

How long had Alfyn laid there, on that uncomfortable inn mattress after Therion just…left? Alfyn had wanted to hold him for a while, just for a bit, to process the sensations and emotions and hormones flooding through his system and satisfy his hopeless romanticism. The thief had denied him this at the time, exchanging a few sentences with Alfyn before cleaning himself up, putting his clothes back on, and giving him a casual ‘see ya’ before walking out the door. The next day, there was no indication he had even passed through the village. Therion had even said then that the encounter was good for him too, but that could’ve just as easily been a lie. Alfyn had no idea if he was just…so bad at it that Therion felt the need to leave, or if that was just how he did things, but either way the traveler had left so strong an impression that for a solid year now that slender, scarred figure and snow-white hair had occupied a part of his brain.

An emerald eye with a steely glint examined Alfyn as he nodded, though the apothecary made no effort to disguise his confusion over the request.

“You’re a shit liar.” Therion sighed. “Look, it’s not that difficult. I said-”

“No, I-I get what you’re askin’,” Alfyn said, worming his face out of the thief’s grip just enough to speak. “Just…Why?”

“Gods’ teeth, you must be dumber than I thought.”

“Guess you got a thing for dummies then, huh?” Alfyn smirked.

“You – shut up!” The hand slapped itself over the apothecary’s lips again. “Listen to me. We spent one night together. You do not ‘know’ me. You never have, and you never will.”

Therion’s grip was tight, but Alfyn was strong enough to pull his hand away with only one arm and a bit of effort. “Alright, see, that’s exactly what I don’t get. What the hell bugged you so much about what I said? If I dropped all the juicy details ‘bout what we did, that’d be one thing, but all I said was that we met when you passed through Clearbrook.”

The thief twisted his wrist out of Alfyn’s grasp and covered his mouth once more. “You didn’t just say we met. You said you know me.”

Not having any sort of response to an accusation like this, Alfyn didn’t even bother with the hand this time.

Therion sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let me spell it out for you, since you clearly need it. We met. We talked for a bit. We fucked. At no point did we become anything closer than acquaintances. Did you know anything about me before we met again today?” 

Alfyn shook his head beneath the tight grip over his mouth. The tales of his travels Therion had regaled him with had been impressive, but for the last year, Alfyn had known only that he was a wanderer, and that his name was Therion. He had one more piece of information now, that he was a thief, but that was hardly progress towards understanding him.

“There. You see? You do not know me. You know of me. You know I exist, you know I’m good in bed, and as far as I’m concerned that’s all you need to know.” Therion sighed, calming himself. “Do you understand now, or do I need to bring in a diagram?”

Ah. So that’s what this was about. Being known, being comprehended, even just the idea of it, was threatening to Therion somehow. Not that Alfyn understood that part any better, but at least the reason was clear. To have a reaction like this just to someone implying you have more than an incidental history with them, though, to imply he had connections and friends and wasn’t just a lone enigma, a ghost rolling through his own life…It felt sad. Like there was something under the surface that Alfyn could reach his hands out and treat, if only the man would let him in.

Therion clicked his tongue in annoyance, as if he could hear the thoughts rolling through Alfyn’s head. “Don’t give me that look. I don’t want your pity, I just want your cooperation. Save your charity for someone who wants it.”

Slowly, sadly, Alfyn nodded. As much as it hurt, he was at least capable of taking ‘no’ for an answer.

“Good.” Therion released him, finally, and turned away. The spot he had been holding Alfyn’s shoulder still ached. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. Ever.”

“Mm.” Alfyn nodded, halfheartedly. Heartbreak wasn’t quite the right word. But it wasn’t quite the wrong word. “Guess not.”

By now Therion should’ve left the storeroom. He was at the door, his hand hovering above the knob. But he hesitated, flexing his hand. A few seconds passed before he sighed, hanging his head in resignation. He marched back up to Alfyn, crossing his arms. “What?” He demanded, very annoyed.

“...Pardon?”

“Look, you’re obviously still bent out of shape about something. Out with it.”

Alfyn blinked back, stunned. They had agreed, they did not know each other. And in his experience, people who wanted to keep it that way didn’t tend to ask what was wrong. Regardless, he haltingly made his case.

“I mean…shucks, I was hopin’ I could get to know you. At least a bit. Dunno how long you’re gonna be stayin’ with us, but…”

The expected response from the thief would be an eyeroll, or a snark, or even anger. Frustration that he can’t just fucking do what he’s asked. Instead, he was met only with annoyed confusion.

“‘Get to know me’? Why the hell would you want to do something like that?”

“Wh- why?” He stuttered. “Uh…” He’d never had to answer this kind of question. To Alfyn, not wanting to be known was about as foreign a concept as you could get. “I mean…shucks, I just have – a million questions ‘bout you. I thought you were one of the most interesting people I ever met even before you took me to bed, and it’s been a whole year and I only know one or two more things ‘bout you now than I did then, and like…” His mouth could only barely keep up with his brain as reasons poured out, one after the other. “I don’t know why you’re so dead set on nobody ‘knowing’ you. I don’t know what…could possibly happen in someone’s life where they don’t even want anybody to know more about them than their name and their occupation. And I won’t ask. But…shoot.” Alfyn laughed, self-consciously. “You leave a man hangin’ for a year, he’s gonna get a lil’ curious, y’know?”

No response. Therion only searched Alfyn’s face, his expression still skeptical, still untrusting. Perhaps the idea of someone being honest about their intentions with him was also unfamiliar.

“But if you really want me to just ignore all of that, I’ll do my best. If we’re gonna be hanging around each other for a while, the last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable.” Alfyn shrugged. “Just…seems like a lonely way to live, is all.”

There was an appraising silence as Therion considered this.

“Is that all?” Asked cautiously. The tone of a man who doesn’t fully believe it.

“Uh…think so.” Alfyn offered only a candid shrug. “Can’t think of nothin’ else, anyway.”

Silence again as the thief studied him. The intense gaze gave Alfyn goosebumps as Therion mentally peeled back the layers of his skin.

“Hm.” Apparently he’d finished his examination. “Well. I suppose if you’re that interested in me, you could start by buying me a round.”

Alfyn perked up at this. “...For real?”

“Sure.” Therion shrugged. “Don’t get your hopes up, though. My lips aren’t much looser when I’m drunk.”

“Shoot, that’s alright. I’d be good just hearin’ more of your stories. You could write books with how much you’ve seen, I’d sure as shit read ‘em.” He smiled brightly, the anxiety rushing out of his system like water.

Therion turned away quickly, seemingly eager to avert his gaze. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get back, the others are probably suspecting we’re up to something.”

“We could be, if you want.” Alfyn waggled his eyebrows.

“Hah. Not until I have a couple pints in me first.”

“Damn, am I that ugly?” He joked.

“No, I-” The rebuttal, joking though it was, still gave Therion pause. “...just…not right away. I’m not chickening out, I just…”

“Didn’t think you were.” Alfyn replied calmly. “I’d be lyin’ if I said the idea didn’t make me a touch nervous, anyway.”

“...That’ll fade with practice.”

“Guess I’ll find out, huh?”

“Guess so.”

They exited the storeroom snickering, and as they left, Alfyn could’ve sworn he felt a hand grab his ass, but looking at Therion, all he got was a sly smile and a raised eyebrow. A good sign for the future of their relationship, Alfyn hoped, swinging an arm around the thief’s shoulder, ignoring his annoyed grunts.

So shortly after the whole Alfyn-breaking-the-entire-bathroom fiasco, Therion asked to move in and to go on a date!

Therion stole a drink. Alfyn's fury was getting high, but no worries. Yes worries was that he had a strong playful moodlet and became hysterical after having his first kiss. Which could turn deadly.

Anyway things carry on and I start to plot. As Alfyn sells anything edible, Therion has been reading up on vampires and is on a quest to become one.

I got Therion bitten and a few days later...

I had some changes to make but SUCCESS.

Also Alfyn continues to be a good boy and gets a special moodlet for being a loyal werewolf who befriended a vampire.

So things are uneventful for a bit. Alfyn still making and selling food, he and Therion fish together so Therion can make plasma packs out of the fish.

I lock the doors to keep NPC sims from just waltzing in during food sales.

Alfyn is asleep, Therion is at the computer, some npcs are still loitering about.

There is a telescope.

Well...

Yeah a sim hecking died. Therion is distraught. He goes outside (in the burning sun I might add) and begs the grim reaper to spare the stranger's life.

He succeeds.

Alfyn slept through the entire thing.

Later Mr. Landgrabb gave Alfyn a pizza. Alfyn put said pizza up for sale and guess who bought the first slice.

Later Therion invited Alfyn to join him in his coffin :3c

I can't get over the fact the coffin floats and swings in the air...

Before it unceremoniously dumps the pair out onto the floor.

Alfyn: I wonder how I taste

Therion:

Werewolves taste like wet dog good to know??? Alas in the sim universe werewolf Alfyn is not tasty.

He kissed Therion immediately after the feeding though. Loves hiiiiiim.

Love day happened and during the date felt like a perfect time to propose :)

Hopefully the wedding goes more smoothly this time owo;;

Sir where did you hear this rumor. No idea what prompted this.

I just love their faces here :)

And then:

I rejected the prompt but.

Was this because he worked hard to befriend an elderly werewolf? Because he ran a sale stall?? WHY BRO.

Time for a sims update? Time for a sims update!

Therion had a bachelor party :)

Also uh apparently sims can get burned out now! Great system! I both love and hate it! Poor Therion gets it a lot.

Alfyn and Therion got married :) forgot to take wedding pictures alas.

Anyway they went on a date and when Alfyn stepped away to use the bathroom Therion did a flirty introduction on another sim??? I screm. Did damage control. Therion please you're gonna break your husband's heart.

Then Cyrus confessed to Alfyn?? He was literally the best man at the wedding. He should know better. Sims is a game.

Then Therion got a job offer to be a secret agent and I couldn't resist. He ah. Hated it. Because he didn't like being inside all day.

Knitting :)

Easy come easy go Therion exposed corruption and lost his job. Felt fitting.

Okay! More sims! Alfyn got some new werewolf traits/quirks that reduce his fury so now he's chill even on a full moon!

Therion, meanwhile, regained his humanity by being a good vampire. (Still a vampire mind you) and as a reward got a dose of the vampire cure. I decided the best use of this cure was to turn mortal a certain mister Vlad.

It took a level off Therion's reputation, but, worth it.

With both of them in control of their natures, married, and well off financially... it was time for a science baby!!

She's a little baby vampire. Because she's a vampire, she also hated poor Alfyn immediately. So Alfyn was on baby duty to repair that.

Alfyn introduced Lily to Cyrus- Lily cried and Cyrus developed a festering grudge against Alfyn.

Just some cute family pictures :) I love how cute the sim babies are. Also they seem to have fixed the bug that made them constantly blow out their diapers. Lily hated most foods, but loves applesauce. Truly Therion's daughter.