the shire is burning [eddie munson x OC]

chapter forty seven

WARNING: this chapter contains smut. oral, f receiving. if that's not something you're comfortable with, skip the later half of this chapter. 

"I'm telling you, Rob - it was genuinely fun!"

"I cannot believe this."

"You're not even hearing me out!"

"They've converted you to the dark side."

Willow and Robin lean against the Family Video counter, bickering back and forth as Willow recounts to her the night she played D&D with Hellfire. Robin had been poking fun at her the entire time.

"You're so dramatic," Willow huffs, rolling her eyes as she slides a tape across the counter that Robin catches. They're doing inventory, Willow grabbing the new releases from their box behind the counter and Robin entering them into their computer.

"Says the one who spent her Friday night playing make-believe. What did you say your character name was again?"

"They kept Willow the Witch, it just made sense," Willow says as she leans down to grab another movie once Robin places the previous one she'd passed onto the cart. They were both already dreading unloading that damn cart, "Eddie had actually made me up a more 'beginner-friendly' character sheet that he offered for me to play with rather than the one I helped make. Was a lot more helpful than whatever the Hell my original character was."

It was a sweet gesture. Between everyone getting distracted with her cookies and greeting each other with enthusiasm, Eddie had slowly slid the sheet to her.

"What's this?" she'd asked, reading over and recognizing it as a character sheet immediately. They'd already filled one out for her. She didn't understand why he was handing her a new one.

"I sort of made this character for you before we made one together. I still think the one we created is bitchin' as Hell, don't get me wrong, but this one might be easier to play. The class and race I chose don't have as many rules to remember, especially the ones you were struggling with. You don't have to play her - just... I dunno. Figured we might save the other one after you've played a few sessions. If you want to after this one, of course."

She had listened intently to his ramble before finally reading over the page.

A human cleric, with a background as a pirate. She had a specific power called "Wrath of the Storm", in which she could cast a spell that featured storm characteristics like fog and thunder. She sounded pretty badass, far more carefully thought out than the elven character Willow had created.

And easier to play, as he had said. She could tell that much with one quick glance over the margins of Eddie's messy scribbles of notes. Less rules, more simple, and somehow still more badass.

Two features on the page had stood out to her beyond the obvious, though, as she had read more about this cleric.

Her flaw - when someone challenged her, she refused to back down, stubborn as the real Willow. And another unique ability - the ability to become undead .

"I still think that nickname is lame," Robin comments as she types into the computer.

Willow bites back a laugh. She used to agree, but the nickname had grown on her, especially after that night. "It's not that bad. I think I kind of like it now."

"Are you going to be playing with them anymore?"

Robin's question makes Willow recall the night even more. She wasn't lying - she had fun . An insane amount, easily becoming immersed in Eddie's storytelling and catching on to how to play easily with the help of the boys. Hellfire had been surprisingly understanding of her learning curve, nothing but encouragement each time she struggled. They even won the one-night campaign, and Willow's character didn't die. Meaning, according to Dustin, she could always use the character in another campaign if she wanted to join.