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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Simon Aumar Courting Headcanons

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

He's just a pathetic little guy, and you like that in a man.

Truly, he tried to "impress you with some magic" the first time you met and he was such a spectacular failure, it was almost charming.

Cute as he accidentally sent himself flying upward in a panic, hitting a tree limb and knocking himself unconscious.

He was not awake to witness your laughing as Holga carried his limp, dirt covered body back to the horses.

Also very charming that he outright asked your permission to court you, with a bundle of wildflowers her spent an hour rooting through for the nicest ones.

He always makes sure to ride or walk beside you so you can talk while journeying.

Is the one to ask you to "officially" join their adventuring party because of your "indispensable skillset we have been utterly lacking"

Not to say this all went smoothly, "cute klutz" can go so far but his pessimism towards everything can grate on your nerves horribly at times. Especially when you try to talk him up and tell him otherwise and he shoots you down on everything.

He is also a pushover and despite complaining about the group making him pay for a round of drinks or dinner, he doesn't actually try to stop it.

Sometimes you'll lightly wack him upside the head for that, and then he wont stop quietly complaining how you wounded him

He is ecstatic and flabbergasted when you actually agree to him courting you, he's not sure what to do. Never thought he'd get this far.

He asks Doric what to do, or more, what he did wrong when attempting to court her.

Edgin unhelpfully praises him during that, telling him to "Learn from you failures, or you'll never stop failing.

"It'll never work out, they're too cool for you." - Holga

"Thank you all for your utter confidence in me, good pep talk from my closest friends."

"We're your only friends."

Simon definitely grows on you though, he's enjoyable to be around for the most part, rather sensible, and rather cute when he smiles as something actually goes right for once.

He truly tries his best while courting you, attempting (failing) to be romantic, showing you he would be a good partner, absolutely floored when you return some of those actions with your own.

He is your personal hype man. Talks you up to anyone there to listen, how good you are in battle, in your skillset, and anything else even if you're really not.

He's a wizard, wizard's are very squishy, and he all but swoons when you protect him in the midst of battle. Successfully hits his target while fully distracted watching at you.

Very flustered and keeps asking the others "You saw that right? They were protecting me, you saw that? What do you think it means?"

"Aren't you already courting?"

Ever the gentleman and will offer you his supplies while camping, from his food to his cloak if you're cold, while he is visibly freezing and already singed the edges with a warming spell.

Instead you offer to cuddle him by the fire *that Holga started* and he's sure the blood rushing to his face will keep him plenty warm, thank you.

Extremely faithful and only has eyes for you, Doric says it's gross and asks how you can stand it. Edgin helps him write a song for you.

He tries to serenade you with it, and it is. Horrid. Clenching your teeth listening to him until he realizes how bad this is going and stops. You try to tell him it wasn't that bad but the chorus of your friends chiming in with their honest reviews-

One day you tell him "I think this courtship is going well." and he falls off the rock he was sitting next to you on.

Love is not mentioning that as you offer him a hand back up. He is feeling GREAT the rest of the day.

"Alright loverboy, calm down." - Holga

He trips and falls on his face.

#Simon Aumar x reader #Simon Aumar imagine #dungeons & dragons honor among thieves x reader #dungeons & dragons honor among thieves imagine #D&D HAT x reader #D&D Hat imagine #my stuff

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bimb0fy · 1 year

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Now, why is a fine lady like you not in a courtship? - SIMON AUMAR

Summary: As the latest addition to the party, you can't help but notice that a certain sorcerer has caught your eye. Apparently, you caught his as well.

Wordcount: 1,035 Words

Parings: SIMON AUMAR X DRUID!READER!

— You sat on the trees, the air was pure, something that was almost impossible due to Forge, polluting the air and world. You smiled as you jumped down, laying on the grass.

"I believe I haven't seen you around here now have I?" A man in a clock asked, causing him to turn around. He held his arms up in defense, he smiled at you, it was comforting. Something you haven't felt in a long time. Comfort. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"Who are you?" You asked him, he smiled once more, slowly walking towards you.

"I'm Simon, Simon Aumar." He said, pointing towards himself, he stood in front of you, smiling at you. "And you are?"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n." You answered, you looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back, you stared at each other for a moment, not daring to look away.

"SIMON!" A girl yelled you looked at that direction to find Doric, you smiled at her, waving. "Y/n?"

"Hey Dor." You mumbled, you smiled at the girl, walking towards her. "Been a while huh?"

Doric hugged you once you got close to her, it wasn't unusual. You were her best friend, her sister. You were the only reason she didn't flee, you couldn't leave, you couldn't leave the forest, your home. Once you two seperated from the hug, you noticed Simon staring.

"You two know eachother?" He asked, placing to of his fingers together.

"Yeah, we do." Doric smiled causing you to laugh, Simon nodded, walking towards his horse. "Would you like to join us? we were about to go fight a dragon."

"That does seem pretty cool." You joked, the girl smiled, jumping onto her horse as you did the same, walking together with Simon in front. The ride was peaceful, you two had caught up on what you were up to. You just stole from the rich, gave to the poor, helped those who were outcasts meanwhile Doric had, jeez, where do you begin.

"So, you and Simon? There's something going on there." She whispered making sure the party wouldn't hear.

"Dor." You sighed, you looked at the boy, a smile forming as he made fun of Edgin. You couldn't help but to be mesmerized by the sorcerer. "He's a Sorcerer, and I'm a Druid. It would never work out."

"It might." Doric disagreed, you looked at the girl, shrugging with a smile, you looked back at Simon, the same Simon who was staring at you. He quickly turned around, getting teased by Holga. You looked at Doric, only finding her smiling at you with a smug smirk.

"Stop it." You groaned she smiled at you, you rolled your eyes at her, walking beside Simon. "Hey."

"Oh, hi." Simon mumbled, smiling at you, Holga looked between you two, winking before walking away. "God, I'm so done with her."

"Same thing with Doric, she keeps on pestering me." You said as he nodded his head in agreement.

"It's every time, every time I talk, no look at a girl, she just keeps on pestering me about it." Simon scoffed as you laughed he smiled at your laugh, looking at you. "Now, that's the prettiest laugh I've ever seen."

"Are you trying to give them a reason to pester us?" You asked the boy, you laughed at his smile. The smile that gave you comfort.

"Maybe I am." Simon joked causing you to roll your eyes. You smiled at him before looking back at the party who were staring at the two of you. You rolled your eyes once more, moving to the front.

What have I gotten myself into.

— You sat on a stone on the beach, the party, including their latest addition, you, had just managed to accomplish the mission, help a town with a dragon situation. You sat by the fireplace, sharing stories with one another. You smiled as Doric shared her and Simon's courtship attempt.

"Well in my defense, I didn't know what you liked and I loathed myself." Simon said, laughing. You laughed at him, sitting closer to the fire Holga had made.

"You cold L/n?" Edgin asked you as nodded. Simon looked at you, placing his cloak onto you. You smiled at him, accepting the cloak. "What about you Simon? You won't get cold?"

"It's fine." He whispered, getting closer to the fire, you smiled at the boy as he smiled back.

"I'm gonna head to bed." Edgin said as he stood up, walking away from the group, Holga smirked before going to sleep beside Edgin, Doric was on a rock, far away from the two of you.

"Did they just?" You asked the boy who just nodded. You scoffed before turning back to the boy. "So, tell me more about yourself."

"Why don't you tell me more?" Simon asked, raising his eyebrows. You smiled before turning back to the fire.

"I'm not courted, if that's what your wondering." You answered, Simon smiled before turning back to you.

"Now, why is a fine lady like you not in a courtship?" Simon asked you as you smiled, the truth was, multiple men had asked to court you, you just never agreed. You never had any reason to accept one.

"I didn't like the men." You answered. Simon nodded, you looked at the boy, hugging his cloak. "They were attractive, Smart, brave, but they lacked the basic skills. Kindness, honesty, loyalty, that's what I value. I might've met my match."

Simon looked at you, you placed your hand over his hand, slowly moving closer to him. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, moving closer. You nodded, leaning in as your lips collided. You placed your hands in his hair as he placed his hands onto your waist. The kiss was electric, your tongues battled for dominance, Simon surprisingly winning. You let go, taking in a deep breathe.

"That was, something." Simon mumbled, you nodded before opening the cloak and allowing him to slip in. He smiled before hugging you, allowing the warmth to spread to you. "Would you like to, go out for a drink once, with me, alone?"

"Simon, we just made out, and now we're cuddling and your asking if I want to get a drink with you?" You laughed as Simon smiled, you placed a kiss on his cheek, moving in closer and closing your eyes. "Good night Simon."

"Good night Y/n."

#simon aumar #simon aumar x reader #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons honor among the theives #simon aumar imagine #fanfic

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toasterdrake · 1 year

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Making an escape from a high-up window with Simon... until you learn too late about his fear of heights

Simon: Are you sure about this?

Y/N: It's this or we get captured.

Simon: Rock and a hard place then.

*The door separating you from a horde of guards begins to splinter under their barrage.*

Y/N: Just get out here, quickly!

Simon: Ugh, fine!

*Simon steps out onto the window's stone ledge. Catching sight of the ground far below, he yelps, clinging to you.*

Simon: So, where do we go from here, oh genius escapist?

Y/N: Follow the ledge, there's a haystack by the stables. Edgin is waiting for us there, remember?

*Simon gulps, resting his head against the wall.*

Simon: Oh, gods... we weren't supposed to be leaving this way. If I die tell Edgin I hate plan B.

*The door breaks in the room behind you, guards rushing in. Simon shuffles along the ledge, not letting go of your sleeve. He whimpers, closing his eyes to resist the temptation of looking down.*

Y/N: Take it easy...

*Unable to summon extra courage to speak, Simon can only nod.*

Y/N: There! There's the haystack. Right below us.

Simon: Alright, so, uh, how do you suppose we get down?

Y/N: Oh, it's pretty simple, really.

*Before Simon can ask for your plan, you shove him off the ledge. High-pitched scream in your ears, Simon reinforces his grip on your sleeve in his terror. He pulls you down with him; you land in the haystack together, kicking up straw.*

#dndhat #dndhat simon #simon aumar #simon aumar x reader #simon aumar imagine #simon aumar x gn reader #simon aumar x fem reader #simon aumar x male reader #dndhat x reader #dndhat imagine #dungeons and dragons hat #dnd honour among thieves #honour among thieves imagine #honour among thieves x reader #dungeons and dragons honour among thieves #so many tags good lord

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writingforsoda · 1 year

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Y'all have no reason to trust me but I will be trying my hands on x reader for the first time in 5 years. I love simon too much to let him go with so little fics.

Pls sent any idea or scenario my way.

#simon aumar x reader #simon aumar imagine #Dungeons & Dragons Honor Among Thieves x reader

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deer-with-a-stick · 9 months

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Gods just imagine Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep meeting Simon Aumar meeting and talking about Elminster like:

"Yeah my granddad's Elminster."

"Interesting. Have you met him?"

"Yep. Well, kinda. There was a helmet I had to attune to and it kept showing me a projection of him that would kick me out and refuse to let it attune to me until I punched him in the face and it turned out to be me. What about you?"

"He showed up to our camp, told me that Mystra wanted me to kill myself, complained about a lack of cheese, and left."

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #simon aumar #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dnd #baldur's gate three #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #dnd honor among thieves #honor among thieves #baldur's gate three spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #bg3 spoilers

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where-dreamers-go · 6 months

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Fanfiction update!

So! The part four of the soulmate au with 60s Dick Grayson is still in the typing stage. I feel like it's taking me forever... I wrote a lot.

The lifeguard! Leon Kennedy part two needs attention on the computer. Of course he needs extra attention.

Also! I had to grab a new notebook~. BUT I wrote some ideas on the last page of the other one for other characters.

Plus!!! I finally wrote down an idea I like for a Franklin Webb insert reader!!! It would be my second. A kind of domestic soft silly romance. I wrote some already!!

And the Jim Hawkins imagine turned into an insert reader that I still need to figure out an ending for... Figures.

I'm thinking of writing some Loki again. It's been YEARS. You know, like an everybody lives/Avengers compound au thing. With mutual pinning and oblivious reader. 💚

There's an idea for an Arthur Claus insert reader involving a first kiss and strings of lights... 💖

Maybe some Riley Poole and Reader alone time. You know??? 👀 During cold weather.

And I have an idea for a Simon Aumar insert reader. I only watched the Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves once a whole ago, but... Come on... HE'S A SORCERER! ✨

#where dreamers go #why does the color also underline now??

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beybaldes · 1 year

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that which you cannot see

Simon Aumar x gn!reader

word count : 2.5k

summary : simon’s own insecurity blinds him to the feelings you reciprocate.

a/n : i know this isn't my usual djats content, and i should be working through requests lol, but i saw dnd;hat thursday and am now obsessed. expect more simon once ive worked through my djats stuff!!!

“I still can’t believe that he walked up and over the rock.” You hummed, thinking back on Xenk’s leave earlier in the day, laughter bubbling past your lips at the mental imagery of the action.

The five of you were gathered around the fire Holga had started on the beach, everyone having calmed down from Edgin’s earlier series of confessions and settling back into the playful group dynamic you’d so far formed on your adventure.

Your head was one more yawn away from settling onto Simon’s shoulder, your side already pressed against his, but the general chatter of the group was keeping you awake for now. Simon was completely flustered by your close proximity, your knee bumping against his every time you laughed at something Holga said, though he’d already prepared a list of reasons he could give as to why his face was flushed; namely that the hot flames were doing him no good.

Since Edgin had picked the two of you to join his adventure, there had been an unspoken thing between the two of you; you were always lingering a little too close to each other and were the first the other went to after a close call. As far as you, and the other three members of your group, were aware, you were courting. But to Simon, you weren’t there yet - him too scared to even mention the word in your presence less you reject him the same was Doric had.

That, combined with Simon’s general obliviousness, meant he didn’t notice any of the advances you’d made towards him, or the greater interest you showed him compared to your other companions. The same interest that had you now forgoing the conversation and leaning your head sleepily against his shoulder.

Silence came over Simon at the contact, his entire being stilling as you trusted him enough to rest on. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice until Edgin aimed a question at the two of you and he received no response. All of them now turned to face you both, surprised to find you fast asleep on Simon’s shoulder with him staring down at you in surprise.

“You owe me a sack of potatoes.” Holga chuckled, flicking at Edgin’s arm when he ignored her demand for her half of their bet.

“I don’t think i do, not yet at least.” He whispered back, taking in the look on Simon’s face. “Poor kid doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Is this improper?” Simon asked, eyes unmoving from your finger which was curled into his side, your head snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck. “We’re not even courting.”

“Dammit.” Holga kicked her foot into the sand, knowing she’d have to wait another day without her precious prize of potatoes given the two of you weren’t formally courting yet. “Why aren’t you courting yet?”

“They do not think of me that way.” Simon sighed, eyes moving from you figure to look at his hands that had now started to nervously play with the hem of his cloak. “I’ve been told I’m quite the depressing person to be around.”

“They clearly like you, that included.” Edgin scolded, nudging his foot against Simon’s to grab his attention. “I think they’ve been pretty clear in their feelings for you, from the start of our journey.”

“No, no, I doubt it.” Simon had always been the worst believer in himself, and even though he so badly wanted what his friends were saying to be true, he wouldn’t believe it unless you yourself told him - and even then, he’d still find it hard to be true. “There are plenty of better men out there.”

“That doesn’t matter if all they want is you.” Edgin was sometimes wise, or maybe just a romantic at heart, but it would take a whole lot more then some sweet words to get the idea of courtship through Simon’s thick skull. “Besides, we’ve all seen how different things are between the two of you.”

Simon’s head shot up, to the amusement of his friends, confusion written across his feature. “What- what do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, you always ride together or walk together, even when we were in the under-dark, the first thing the two of you did when you thought we’d escaped that chubby, little dragon was reach for each other.”

“What he said.” Holga continued, biting into the potato she’d been carrying around with her, knowing she’d come to crave one eventually while she waited for her to win her and Edgin’s bet. “And you always look to them when your trying to cast a spell; when it goes right you look for them, when it goes wrong you look for them, and every time they’re already looking at you.”

“No. I don’t think so.” Had Simon really been so blind? Surely he wouldn’t noticed if his affections for you were returned; if he had he would’ve formally asked to court you already, so he supposed his friends were just reading into things. “I would’ve noticed. They would’ve said something.”

“You look at them like they hung the stars in the sky.” Doric whispered, heads snapping in her direction as she spoke up on the nature of her ex-courtship and his new love. “You care deeply, genuinely for them.”

“I care for all of you.” Simon asserted, offended by the suggestion he was treating you differently all because they thought - and correctly so - that he wanted to court you. “I treat y/n no different.”

Holga practically spat out her potato at the suggestion, throwing her head back with a cackle. “Now that is not true, and you and I both know it.”

“Leave the poor boy alone.” Edgin’s reprimanded, standing from his seat around the fire. “I suggest we get some rest, we have quite the journey to make come morning.”

Everyone else moved away slightly from the fire, giving each other space to sleep whilst not drifting too far from the warmth of the burning glow. Simon stayed in his place though, unsure of how to wake you, lest he wake you up only for you to be unable to sleep again. He settled on gently cradling your head in one hand, settling to scoop you from the log and lay you carefully in the sand. As he lifted you from your seat, into his arm, he stilled for a moment, admiring how good your features looked so close to his, everything about you accentuated by the glow of the dying fire. However, he must have stayed in his place for a moment too long, you stirring in your sleep and his almost dropping you in surprise.

“Simon?” You groaned sleepily, your voice thick and croaky as you woke. “What’s going on?”

“Oh! Hey! So…” Simon quickly got lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain how you’d ended up in this position. “Basically-“

“Can we just go to sleep?” You asked, tucking your head back into the crook of his neck, though this time somewhat consciously. That alone had heat rising to his cheeks once more. He had never been asleep since your abrupt arrival on the beach, but now you were pleading that the both of you slept - that had to mean something.

Or maybe you were just worried that he wouldn’t get enough rest for your journey tomorrow. Yeah, that was more likely.

“Of course we can, I’m sorry for waking you.” Simon rushed to put you comfortably on the ground, taking off his own cloak and covering you in it as though it were a blanket. He took his own position next to you, though not close enough that he’d be invading your personal space, he was close enough that he could be by your side in an instant if needed.

He didn’t realise just how cold it’d be on the seafront in the dark of night, but immediately brushed the though from his mind, knowing he’d rather have you warm then be warm himself.

“Get under here.” You grumbled from beneath his cloak, opening up a gap big enough for him to sliver himself into, right up against you. “You’ll be cold.”

“I’d rather be cold then improper.” He scolded, pushing gently on your hand to close the space you’d offered up to him, keeping the warmth in with you before the night air could risk it away.

“It’s not improper if we’re courting; and we practically are.”

Simon chocked on the very air he was breathing, turning to look at you in complete and utter shock. It was one thing to here it from his friends, but to hear it from you yourself? If he didn’t know you as well as he did, he’d be quick to assume you were messing with him, in fear that he’d not be good enough to court with you.

“What?” He eventually managed to choke out, his eyes unmoving from your face that peaked out from beneath the collar of his cloak.

“Get under here, Simon. I won’t ask again.” The sorcerer still hesitated at your command, mind whirring at the fact you just said the two of you were ‘practically courting.’ He couldn’t think straight, let alone move to get under the warm cloak with you. “Simon?”

Though he could hear you, he couldn’t hear you - your calls of his name in worry going in one pointed ear and out the other without giving him the chance to process it.

“Simon!” You called once more, gaining his attention as, this time, your warm hands cupped his face, his cloak slipping down your form and puddling up in the sand.

Simon was quick to pull the cloak back over your shoulders, chastising you for letting it slip lest you catch a cold from the night air. His hands held it in place over your shoulders, worried now that you’d matched his sitting position it’d fall again the second he let go.

With his hands on your shoulders and yours cupping his face, the two of you had been brought dangerously close. So close, in fact, that he could feel the warm dust of your breath across his cheeks.

“I have a list.” He whispered into the space between you, eyes wide and face flushed as he spoke. “I wrote a list of why I would be a good courter. It’s in my pocket, but from the top of my head I can think of most of it, I think.”

World were tumbling from Simon’s lips as he did his best to seize the opportunity of a lifetime that sat in front of him. It’s not often the person he was interested in was interested in courting him back - let alone suggesting that the two of you were already courting.

“I can try and cast spells to protect you, I will always walk by your side or ahead of you to protect you from traps, I will give you my cloak when you get cold or to protect you from the rain. I can-“

You used the hands that were cupping his face to connect his lips to yours. You did your best to put all your feelings into the kiss, not getting offended by the lack of reciprocation on his behalf, knowing that he was just shocked. And within a minute, he was kissing you back, though hesitantly and with a great sense of unease to his actions, like he’d never done it before.

Now that you dwelled on it, there was a chance he never had done it before.

“I don’t care about the list.” You whispered against his lips, pressing chaste kisses to them between words. “I want you just as you are.”

Breathless, Simon stumbled through an attempt to question your words, knowing he himself would have his issues with him - so why wouldn’t you? “But what about-?”

You cut him off once more, pulling him in for yet another firm, passionate kiss; your head resting against his when you finally pulled away. He seemed just as stunned by that second kiss as he had been the first.

“Don’t care.” You whispered, pressing another chaste kiss, though this time, to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and then the dimple that had appeared there. “Just want you.”

Now that was something Simon hadn’t heard before.

He no longer had the fire to use as an excuse for the warmth in his cheeks, it long dead and burnt out now, but he deemed he no longer needed excuses for the way you made him feel - not when you felt the same and declared it with such certainty.

“Oh. Cool.” Simon immediately grimaced at his words, wondering how on earth he’d picked that to say out of everything he could’ve said. That didn’t matter now though, he was sure he would have plenty of time going forward to tell you all this things he wanted to say, all the things he felt.

“You going to get under the cloak now or what?” You asked, a teasing lilt to your words that cracked a smile onto Simon’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I will, my love.” The words rolled so naturally from his tongue, as though he’d been born to say them, and to say them to you.

Once again, you lay down on the beach, opening up Simon’s own cloak to him and this time he hesitantly crawled inside the warm fabric. At first, his just lay with his side pressed tightly to yours, both of you half under the protection of the cloak. You quickly put an end to that, rolling onto your side and grabbing Simon’s arm, placing it gently over you and pulling him onto his side in doing so. Now the cloak rested comfortably over the both of you, the cold of the night no longer reaching you between the warmth of the fabric and the warmth of Simon’s hold.

Simon took a lot longer to drift off to sleep then you did, his mind moving at a million miles a second as he took everything that had happened today in. Not only had he ventured into the under-dark and been absolutely flung about by the helm of disjunction and his ancestor, but he’d somehow managed to court who he was sure was the love of his life.

A soft smile curled onto Simon’s lips as he let his head fall against the back of yours, curling into you and wrapping his arm tighter around you to keep you close to him. For the first time in a long time, the both of you slept soundly through the night, not stirring for anything or anyone: even when the following morning, Holga shrieked in glee at the sight of the two of you, crying out to Edgin-

“you owe me a sack of potatoes!”

#simon aumar x reader #simon aumar imagine #simon aumar one shot #dungeons & dragons honor amongst thieves x reader #dungeons & dragons honor amongst thieves imagine #dungeons & dragons honor amongst thieves oneshot #DND HAT x reader

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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A Relationship With Doric And Then Simon Would Include:

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

You were already an item with Doric when Simon entered the picture.

You'd noticed him talking to himself (trying to psych himself up) about something for days by the time he finally got up to courage to approach Doric, who you were sitting beside at the time.

With a carefully written letter of his "useful qualities" and a lot of sweating and wiping his palms on his sides, Simon asked permission to court your girlfriend.

She sat bewildered for a short moment while you tried to stifle a laugh, no offense to Simon who was clearly trying his best.

It was obvious he wasn't from around here, everyone know full well you and Doric were a couple not to be messed with.

Nor is she known for softening the blow on her bluntness.

"I'm already with someone."

Simon's eyes nearly pop out of his head, clasping his hands together and the note he tried to hand Doric goes flying.

"That-that's wonderful! So happy for you, who, um who is it? Not that that's any of my business."

She opens her hands in a showing motion and looks towards you, sat pressed against her and observing the spectacle before back to him. You wave slightly to the poor guy.

"Ah! You look like a very happy couple, congratulations, so glad for you both. In that case my I um- mayIcourtyouboth?" he speeds through the last words as fast as he can.

"No."

"That's fine too! Sorry to bother you both, I'll be on my way."

You both watch as he hurries and trips running towards the staircase down the trees.

"That was fun." You supply, knocking your shoulder to hers.

"Not really."

The next time you encounter Simon is when he and his party come pleading for help on their quest, and daresay, he's even more awkward than before facing you both.

Mentions how he's not trying to disrespect your decision and totally understands. (mumbles that he wouldn't court himself either)

But you find him and his blunders rather amusing and working with such a group is pretty fun, even if Doric isn't quick to admit it. Rolling her eyes at you instead.

"He's kind of cute, don't you think?"

You're sitting with Doric as Simon is flung with the helm for the umpteenth time.

"If you find sad and pathetic attractive, then yes I suppose."

"Sad and pathetic, strong and badass, I have varying tastes."

She elbows you none too gently but you can see the upturn to her lips.

Your advocating for Simon definitely helped out with his chances.

"So did you memorize that little list of his or what?"

"I just said he's cute and can make a house smell like fresh grass!"

When he asks again if he could have the chance to court you both, she looks at you just long enough to make him worry then rolls her eyes and accepts.

Simon is THRILLED, did not think that would work. Does is absolute best so that you don't regret it, you try to get him to calm down.

"Quit trying so hard, you'll strain yourself. Y/n was just as bad when they started courting me. It's annoying."

"Hey!"

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Simon Aumar and his Bard

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Summary: Simon with a bard reader who keeps flirting with him, but he doesn't think they're being honest about it.

Very early on from meeting Simon, you decided he would be the one. There was just something about a clumsy sorcerer full of snark and "woe is me" that grabbed your attention.

That first conversation you used the oldest trick in the bard book and asked if he would be your muse.

He gave you an odd look, completely lost on your charming tone.

"I'd rather you didn't, enough people already know of my blunders."

Very well.

As a bard, and a good one at that, you figured making your feelings known would be simple. Right? Smooth talking, flirts, and seduction are what you're known for! Besides music of course.

You did not happen to take into consideration Simon's levels of self-hatred and low self esteem.

But! No matter, you are determined to woo and win over the object of your affections.

Somehow. Eventually.

While Simon's approach to courting is formally asking permission to do so, yours is with more flare. Pizazz.

Like offering to buy him a drink, which at first he went to decline, but figured Edgin would saddle him with the rest of the bill and thanked you for the assistance. The flirting aspect completely going over his head.

No matter, you've got this.

Once on a job, Edgin had the brilliant plan of needing someone to pose as a married couple.

You volunteered Simon and yourself immediately.

He was full of blunders the entire evening but you charmed anyone who came by, telling them about your husband and relationship (hinting to how it could be.)

And at the end of the night linked your arm with his to go celebrate a job well done and told him "We made a pretty good couple, eh Darling?" which you called him all through the con.

Heat rushed to the tips of his ears and he very pointedly ignored your comment. You take that as a good sign and tug him along.

You crack and decide to ask him, officially, if he'd be willing to let you court him. Doric tells you to also give a list of "reasons you'd be a suitable spouse" like he did for her.

"Very funny, I get it. Thanks for doing your research." He thinks you're joking, mocking his rejection and refuses to hear you out.

Always walking or riding alongside him so you can chat, often complimenting him on his magic or anything else, from his cute smile to his pointed ears.

He tends to roll his eyes and tell you to quit playing around, and walk a little faster. But you match his speed again and he accepts defeat.

When you outright flirt with him, from cheesy words to raunchy pick up lines, he will go from flustered to irritated at you for 'practicing on him' and stomp away.

It's painfully obvious to everyone else how smitten you are with the sorcerer, and they try to assist you.

The tavern you're staying at "not having enough rooms" and suddenly you and Simon MUST stay in a room together. That happens to only have one bed. (Thank you Edgin.)

You write ballads and sing your little thoughts about him through the day, and still he is completely unaware of your feelings.

"They do that about all of us, it doesn't mean anything."

"They literally have never done that for anyone but you." - Doric

Finally being exasperated and just kissing him after a skin of your teeth success in battle, slamming your lips to his once and for all and if it ends in rejection to be it, but he'd better understand.

He takes far too long to realize what you've done and attempts to kiss back but you're already pulling away, not noticing how he tries to follow your lips.

You await his response, bracing for the worst while he just stares bewildered until Holga shouts at him to do something.

"You like me." his eyes are wide, and breathless. "YOU LIKE ME?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty clear about that."

"SINCE WHEN?"

"Literally the first time I saw you. And mentioned it almost every day since."

He's flabbergasted. Stunned silent. Takes a punch on the shoulder to even get him walking again.

On the way back, covered in grime from battle and thoroughly in need of some rest and healing he falls in line beside you, usually what you do to him.

"Does this mean-" his voice cracks and he clears his throat "Does this mean that we would be- do we court each other now? Are you interested in that? Have terms to the idea of it?"

You've won the war so now you get to be irritated with him too. "I don't know Simon, are we? You didn't seem to keen on allowing me to do so before."

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