touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

-

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

-

Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

-

Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

-

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

-

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

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Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

Autumn/Winter Prompts Masterlist

Prompt List and Rules

Thank you for requesting my lovelies! I still have some spots open! Posting schedule will be a little hectic but expect one to three requests to be posted a week until the holidays! Additional slots may be added if I'm finished before Christmas if there's more you guys want to see!

-Love, Saph 😘

Updated: 12/8/2023

Little Light (Candlelight) Helion fluff

Escapade (Solstice Kisses) Mollymauk spicy fluff

Hot Chocolate (Cinnamon Sweet) Lucien Vanserra fluff

Lukewarm (Steamy Baths) Eris spicy fluff

Stormy Night (Cold Night&Lightning) Ashton fluff

Open Book (Cinnamon Sweet&Library) Gavriel fluff

Dancing Legends (Witches&Full Moon) Azriel spicy fluff

Commoner’s Waltz (Harvest Dance) Lucien fluff

Haunted (Nightmares) Helion Angst

Take a Break (Steamy Baths) Caleb spicy fluff

Rude Awakening (Full Moon&Tangled Blankets Astarion fluff

Comfort (Cozy Morning Cuddles) Dorian Havilliard fluff

Icicles (First Frost) Astarion fluff

Drinking Game (Mulled Wine&Tease) Lucien Vanserra

Reading Nook (Library) Helion fluff

Snowfall (First Frost) Vax’ildan

Headcanons of Essek, Caleb, Molly, and Fjord with touch starved s/o please?

Touch Starved S/O

Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 2

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Fjord, Mollymauk Tealeaf

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!!

Caleb

With all the things Caleb has gone through, he's pretty touch starved too. But he's also awkward and doesn't know how to express physical affection without seeming a bit weird about it.

Caleb tries to remember how things had been when he was with Astrid and Wulf to hopefully ease you into hand holding or something.

So it'll be a bit of a learning curve for you both. Thankfully he's very patient, especially when it comes to you.

Fjord

He's pretty shy when it comes to touching, but with you being so touch starved, he'll try to help you out.

Doesn't want to overwhelm you so he's asking permission for everything. He's not touching you unless you give consent.

Fjord apologizes if he ever brushes against you. It feels nice for him, but again he wants you to be comfortable so even if it's an accident, he's going to apologize.

Essek

Essek is more sly with his touches. He'll brush his hand against yours or go to remove something that got on your clothes, but that's about it.

He doesn't want to overwhelm you, so it really is gentle touches from him. It could be seen as teasing, but that's not his intent - at least, not every time.

You'd have to ask him for cuddles and even then he might have to take time out of his schedule of messing with magic. But he'll do it for you.

Molly

He tries to be more gentle at finding out that you're touch starved. Molly likes to throw his arms around people to hold them close, but he doesn't want to overstimulate you.

There have been moments when he just wants to throw himself on you, but stops himself at the last moment. It's caused some interesting balancing issues and him apologizing if he does fall against you.

That said, he is happy to hold you and cuddle if you give him the go ahead. As long as he has permission, he'll gladly smother you in affection.

Did you get a request? It's headcanons of dating Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb and Fjord. Thanks!

Love me some Crit Role prompts, hope you like 'em!

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Molly is chaos incarnate regardless of whether you are in a relationship with him or not. Your life with the Nein is never dull anyway, but especially not when Molly's around.

Molly, however, is also incredibly smart for essentially being two years old. He's perceptive and picks up things about people very quickly. He is also adept at using that knowledge for his own benefit. All this to say, he picks up on your crush on him very quickly.

And uses this knowledge for evil...

...constantly.

Molly flirts with you every chance he gets with every possible idea he can think of just to see what kind of reaction he can get. He's incorrigible, but you blush all the same.

Don't worry! He also finds a nice time to chat with you when the two of you are on watch and lets you know that he has become just as fond of you. He, "just likes teasin' you, love."

Will find every opportunity to make you laugh or smile and is your biggest supporter and defender on and off the battlefield.

He's your circus man. He loves you fiercely, loudly, and sweetly as the world allows him for as a long as he can.

Essek Thelyss

Essek is a very difficult man to get to know. But, it has been scientifically proven that he can be worn down. Just keep at it.

Once you find something to bond over, Essek can be very sweet. He, despite any attempts he makes to instruct others that he does not, has a very big heart and cares an awful lot about the people he allows to really see him.

If you have a problem he will do whatever he can, within his abilities and around his busy schedule, to help you.

He is very hard on himself and in some instances probably should be to a degree, but you have to be there to stop him and that brilliant but treacherous brain of his from hurting his poor heart and soul.

Watch out for him please. He's battling a lot.

A relationship with Essek would be a sweet and loving one but it would also be fraught with the dangers of the lines he walks on a daily basis. The good news is, the love the two of you share is more than enough to whether it.

Caleb Widogast

Caleb, like Essek, cares very deeply for those around him. But, unfortunately also like Essek, also suffers through a lot of mental and emotional torment of his own making.

He's gotten better being with you and the Nein but you can tell that he still struggles. The kind of things he's been through are not things you can simply forget. He may need your help in the mental fight against his demons every once and a while.

Caleb would need a lot of coaxing to get him to really open up to you about his feelings for you (I mean we all saw how he got around Jester sometimes). You might have to be the one to make the first move because he will likely have plans to keep that secret to himself until the end of time.

I feel like Caleb would oddly be really good at taking care of you? Like reminding you to get the proper amount fo sleep (after all, he knows exaclty how many hours you've been awake for), and eating the proper amount as well as taking breaks. But, at the same time, he is awful at doing that for himself. Watch this one, make sure he doesn't fall asleep with his head in a spell book.

I also imagine that Caleb, once you get to a certain point of comfort in the relationship, is as cuddly as his cat. Imagine that after a particularly long day, he just flops on top of you, absolutely exhausted, curling in to you. Probably mumbling things in Zemnian that makes absolutely no sense regardless of whether you speak the language or not. He's very tired, just hold him and let him sleep.

Caleb is a very attentive person and he remembers literally everything. He constantly mazes you by the things he remembers about you and your relationship. He loves you and that love comes through in the detail he puts into every magical creation that you are included in.

Fjord Stone

Fjord, Wildmother love him, constantly finds himself in ridiculous situations. You, as much as you love him, have to find the humor in it. You are always there to help him out, but you almost have to laugh at him sometimes. 

Regardless of his occasional fumbling, Fjord is very attentive and romantic. 

He finds his own ways to fluster you, finding moments to be almost comedically romantic like someone out of Jester’s novels.

He, being a Paladin, and a new one at that, most likely feels a need to protect or like he has to prove he can protect you. He knows you are fully capable of defending and protecting yourself and he never wants to step on your toes in that field (he, like everyone else mentioned, is a respectful boi) but he loves you and sometimes assumes that he needs to prove that he is worthy of loving you, prove that he can keep you safe, prove that he himself is safe for you to be around.

He knows how to make you smile in the simplest of ways. Whether it be a flower left for you, a kind word, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, Fjord somehow always manages to know when you need something sweet like that.

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45 and Caleb or Fjord perhaps? Whichever strikes inspiration, you decide 😊

Why not both? 😘

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

Fjord

I think out of the two, Fjord would have the easier time falling asleep without you

And by that I mean, he’s going to work himself to the bone during the day so that he just passes out at night, not time to miss you if he’s already snoozing

If it’s only a night or two that you’ll be gone, he’ll do okay. Longer than that and he gets unsettled

He sleeps like a log the night you come home. Also, you’re trapped in bed as long as he is. Fjord may be not be the strongest, but he’s got you in a vice grip cuddle

Caleb

Caleb on the other hand is much more likely to let your absence affect his sleep schedule

I feel like Caleb already struggles to sleep well but would’ve been sleeping better with you by his side. So to have you gone for however long, he’s back to that not-quite-good sleep

He’d probably sleep in a lot of places that aren’t y’all’s bed tbh. At his desk, in his office at school, or maybe he’d even take your absence as excuse to go visit one of the other members of the Mighty Nein

When you return, Caleb just wants you to be the big spoon and hold him a little while

i have a super long wip caleb widogast x gender neutral reader (no use of y/n, if it matters) that i was planning on finishing by the m9 animated release.

but with the strikes, it'll be a longer wait than i thought. would anyone be interested in reading it now, while we wait??

its entirely canon-compliant up until what will probably be last or second to last chapter, so it's spoiler heavy, but everything is marked with the episode it takes place in, so you can read it while you catch up on m9, if you're trying to before animated release.

ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Ask:  Could you write headcannons for dating Caleb, Essek, Mollymauk, and Fjord? Authors Note : Yay my first critical role request!! , I can totally get that for you. Recently my writing motivation hasn't been the best so sorry that this took so long. I hope you enjoy it. (✿◠ᴗ◠) Warnings: Some cannon mix-ups on Esseks sections. Mainly because I haven't caught up to his whole introduction and so on. I tried to stay as canon as possible.Maybe (?) some spelling mistakes as well. °•. ✿ .•° You stumble upon a cushiony pink office chair. The back was shaped in a heart form, while cutouts of cartoonish hearts varying in size adorned the seat, behind it. Glancing around, you were gratefully confused by this random furniture piece you just encountered upon. As you look behind yourself, there's a-me. Before you can speak, I nudge you down into the chair. Hitting it with an off, you couldnt even realize when the articles of clothing you were wearing before poofed into something more festive with the spirit of love. “What even is this?”, you replied with slight confusion and panic in your tone. Trying to get up didnt seem to work as you were stuck to the chair. “Oh nothing, just wanted to make this a little special~!” That was all you heard, the response came off as very giddy and ready for what cute was going to come for you. Before you could even give in your thoughts, the office chair began to spin out. Your surroundings flipped as you started going down a tunnel, a sign sat crooked on top of it saying “ ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚ “ Last things you saw were that figure waving at you, a menacing laugh erupting the room. It bounced around the tunnel as you started to plummet down it, seemingly still harnessed to the chair. “I did not sign up for this!” After those words came out of your mouth from instinct, everything in your sight formed into white. °•. ✿ .•° ╔═.✵.══════════╗       Fjord ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧You and Fjord had this certain dynamic. It would always swap places, you were the one to dive in and he’d be the one to always reply with “NO DONT!” You two were always caring towards each other and supported one another through certain dilemmas, this all was totally platonic. Unless…? *maniacal giggle* ⪧ Be ready for that awkward fog to hang over you when feelings are acknowledged with this seaman! Haha, get it.. ⪧No serious, I imagine the confession very much comes to a later date. With how Fjord is, it is very much a slow burn type of situation. ⪧Though, everyone before thought something WAS going on. That suspicion did defiantly grow into a  whole mutual agreement (you guys having major interests for each other) , that you and Fjord were not in on. ⪧After words are shared and you and Fjord finally opened up about it, be ready for the seas of affection.                                   °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧Whenever there are restless nights, he’ll gently poke you awake and talk about what's brewing in his mind. If it's some random memory or a nightmare you’ll listen through it. ⪧Normally there have to be some buttons pushed to get him red in the face, but when he is it's a fucking show. It's so amusing to see him put his head in his hands when he gets the slightest flustered. Even as time passes, it still makes him weak in the knees whenever you call him a nickname laced with pure love. HE IS SUCH a dorky gentleman, your dork of a gentleman may I add. ⪧Will right away in any face of danger, or when you backed into a corner come in to get the upper hand and get you out of there. He loves you with every fiber in his body and will always be at your side. He’s not overbearingly protective but he still is. If someone seems to be giving you any cruel remarks or giving you trouble, he will right away flash his sword to show he means business ⪧At first, it was hard for him to explain why he was so quick to fall for you. He loves you, but that hit him all like falling debris once it got through to him. Truly though, he just loves you for you being yourself. How you’re so out there and ready to defend the ones you love. I mean that's a given but, it had drawn him so much to you. In his murky water view, you were that beacon of hope to help him through his trials. You are the wind to his sails, even with that sounding so cheesy.. his other half to say the least <3 ╔═.✵.══════════╗     Essek Thelyess ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧ Your first encounter with Essek.. OH HUBBA HUBBA! I mean, a striking wizard drow who is a studier of dunamancy. The warmness in your cheeks did definitely pitch up when making your first looks. ⪧Though if we are talking about how that was all like, he fell right after and even harder. How accepting you were, and even after the reveal you gave him a little bit of trust. You had genuine hope for him, and that pulled him right in. Especially with the tagging along of you after Caleb brought up requesting to be taught dunamancy spells by Essek. It seemed so interesting you HAD to learn more. ⪧He didnt realize it for a while but his glances would just suddenly turn longer, admiring how you were such a beauty. How your eyes would shimmer in the moonlight. Even how they would burst with a vibrant feel in the sun. How so trustworthy you were, even towards him. You always saw the good in people and were ready to welcome him with open arms once trust was regained. With welcoming arms. Oh god… he was far down the rabbit hole at this point                             °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧He will love you every second of your life. Especially if you’re not one to live as long as him. He will make sure to have every moment with you as tender and loving as possible. ⪧Whenever I think of a relationship with him, I think of Like Real People Do (the song.) He's so gentle and warm, always caring. Though he will get on you for your bullshit, he loves you for it. You’ll definitely bring that back around to him. ⪧Whatever tinkering with the gods was done supposedly, he is happy to have met you. You are like an old married couple as time goes on, I’m not joking. He’s ever so grateful that he was paired with you, he’s so graced to have been in a relationship with you. No matter the time it's spent. You both care for each other so much through and through.    ╔═.✵.══════════╗       Mollymauk Tealeaf    ╚══════════.✵.═╝ . ⪧Okay so, let's say you guys met once Mollymauk started to build himself up and found his name (figuratively and literally.) OOO OOO OOO, he got on your nerves. Mainly because of his whole aura so to speak. Charming, a trickster, AND the embodiment of a peacock?! You didnt know if your flustered attitude were from annoyance or genuine feelings. ⪧Time starts to pass and with that passage becomes a sort of playful rivalry. You started to loosen up around him. You would normally tag along with him whenever ripping off people in the towns the circus would hit. Seeing his little mischievous grin whenever the conning goes right, it's so much fun. Through the time you both made together, that feeling of unease melted away. He opened up your barriers and you got to see him in his true self. Or what that was coming to be. ⪧Some little flirting was sprinkled in here and there but other than that, nothing ever really grew from that until one night while on watch. ⪧The little fire roared, still kicking while you had Molly resting his head on your shoulder. You were right about to stare off into the stars, ready to head to sleep. Until you heard Molly speak up from beside you. ⪧”You know this may be the sleep-deprived state of my mind talking.. Probably not but, I think I’m in love with you.” He ended it off with a dazed chuckle. You had to take this into thought, in that moment you felt a wave wash over you. Noticing all the times he’s peppered little hints of his attraction towards you throughout your interactions. ⪧You felt so idiotic about how oblivious you were, but he was good at keeping the meanings hidden. At least to you. Gently you nudged into him with a sleepy smile, your cheeks totally warm. “You know what Tealeaf? The feelings are mutual.”                                                 °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.°

⪧He is a very affectionate person, and he shows that as well in small ways. Could be through rapping his tail around your waist gently, cheekily leaning on you. Especially if you're okay with that he’ll use you as an armrest. It's really no matter your height. He likes being close to you ‹𝟹 ⪧Him and nicknames for you oh my god. It’ll vary from lovely, dove, to gorgeous, stars. Sometimes he will try to catch you off guard and will make up ones on the spot. It’ll either end with you giggling about the nickname's random nature or have your head in your hands flustered. ESPECIALLY, when he speaks it in a certain tone. He knows what it does to you, it's all purry and suave. He loves seeing you get all choked up and all giddy. You try to conceal it as much as you cannn! But it's HARD, really hard. ⪧I can see this is his first-ever big relationship. With how much he loves you, similar to Essek he will cherish you and your bond forever. He doesn't know if he’s gonna make it the next day, so he’s not gonna miss out on anything. He loves everything about you, even the small attributes.

The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

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Beauregard Lionett

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Jester Lavorre

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Fjord Stone

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Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

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Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

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Kingsley Tealeaf

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Yasha Nydoorin

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Ok so I'm just spitballinh ideas here cause I've been catching up on CritRol, looking at your posts and I love the mighty nein but like here me out....

Mighty nein (or VM) with their cowboy traveler...who is like the ghost rider?

Oohh the supernatural, my favorite trope

Caleb

As curious and amazed as he is about you, Caleb is a man that gets to the heart of things and wants to know the depth of you and how you are with/without the powers.

Jester

She’s thrown around the word “beautiful” before but to her, you are downright eldritch ethereal in all the flames and celestial powers you wield.

Essek

Studying magic led him to you, which became even more than he could have ever imagined. All his studies and knowledge prove helpful to you, but at the heart of it he thinks it’s sweet you let him in and help you with any knowledge he has to share.

Fjord

Given his past ties to the Betrayer God and Wildmother, he looks to you as someone he can confide in about his past. You both bond over your history and have a strong connection over your stories and where these paths have led you.

Beauregard

She can’t help but stammer in amazement at your powers and sometimes fires off a thousand questions about how, when, and why you got your powers. Plus, dueling makes for a good way to get to know each other.

Yasha

The winged woman is another one who’s story is all too well tied with revenge, and given her history and your story, there’s also a strong bond/connection about battling between good and bad which you two are more than familiar with.

Nott/Veth

May or may not have let it slipped she thinks you’re “hot” when you took your form, but flames make it easy to hide your blush. Sometimes she crawls up on your shoulders just for an excuse to be near you, saying you’re warm and cozy at all times.

Mollymauk/Kingsley

He’s an individual whose known what it’s like to have different identities, which gives you two something to talk about. Through hellfire, he still sees the Celestial side of your powers shine through and thinks you’re worthy than any god being that brought him back.

Cadeuces

For a calm one, he sure is keen on showing you how enthralled he can be about your abilities and who you are in legion with. Though you appreciate his ramblings about his Celestial knowledge, it’s cute someone cares for you

Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?

Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.

I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx

~ Poet

Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek

Beau 💜

She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.

The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.

She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.

-

Caleb 💜

The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.

You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.

The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.

-

Fjord 💜

The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.

He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.

When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.

-

Jester 💜

You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.

With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.

She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.

-

Molly 💜

The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.

The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.

But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.

-

Yasha 💜

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.

Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.

She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."

-

BONUS: Kingsley 💜

It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.

So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.

Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.

-

BONUS: Essek 💜

This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.

You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.

You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.

ooohhh i have a request? maybe one where caleb spared reader’s life when he was a volstrucker and they meet again sometime during the campaign?

Hope this is to your liking. A little angsty. 😘

There is no freedom in names or titles, not for their owners nor their kin. Those who do not benefit from the protection of their resources are victims of the cause, easy targets to be exploited in the name of king and empire. These are the lessons of a Volstrucker. Caleb, no matter how much he might wish to forget them, will always carry them with him. The things he learned will forever haunt him and perhaps worst of all is still even after all these years he still resorts to those lessons for the sake of survival. It eats him up from the inside. His past is a curse upon his future and he cannot shake it. He carries the curse of being a good student; obedient and skilled, until he broke of course. There is very few flaws, even fewer falters he can recall in his time as a student. He had nearly forgotten a particular one, one he did manage to push to the deepest darkest depths of his mind be that for his protection… or yours… A brief lapse in judgement and rise in guilt conscious. 

Many many years ago before children grew disillusioned with the ways of an empire forged on the blood of the innocent and riches of the wicked with ambitions far darker, there was one such innocent child strolling through the market greeted kindly by any who passed. Little did you know about the horrors of those you shared a very comfortable roof with. You were innocent to their choices and deeds, their aspirations and their ways. That didn’t matter to the ones seeking to hold leverage over others. By simple coincidence you stumbled into a lanky boy with the bluest eyes you had ever seen and cropped ginger hair. He had a kind smile and his sheer presence radiated a warmth akin to a hearth on a winter’s day. His name was Bren. You’d believed you’d simply run into him as he went about his day gathering supplies for his master, same as you did your household. By coincidence you’d talked about your latest reads and shared some overlap, exchanged some recommendations. It was a mere coincidence when this repeated the week after, and the next, and you seemed to enjoy each other’s company enough to meet up for these weekly trips, until they became more frequent, almost every other day. 

It was just a coincidence. It was a coincidence ordered to be by the poor boy’s master. You were just unfortunate enough you had people of some repute that happened to care about you a decent amount. He was ordered to get close to you and so his master would make apparent the threat to your life through your not-so-innocent close ones. When they forbade you from seeing the boy you met in the streets, they neglected to tell you the reasons and rebellious child you were, you simply snuck out to meet with Bren. He showed you some minor magics, hid the truth of his life and played you like a fiddle. He had you wrapped around his finger. You cared about him and looking back now, he cared about you. You were freedom, innocence, and good-hearted. You were everything now looking back he wanted to be. You were everything that was taken from him so cruelly under the guise of a higher purpose. 

And then time ran out. His master had no further need for leverage and simply needed to make something very very clear; no one is untouchable. You would be the victim of this message. He would be the one to wield the weapon. He would be the one to end your life. It was his purpose after all. Your people, they were bad people. You had always just been a means to an end. If those things were true then why did his heart ache so much? Why did he not feel bitter for your happiness? Why did he feel incapable of having your blood stain his hands? You were the beginning of his end. You were the key to the truth of his disillusioned life. You didn’t even know it. Still he had orders to follow. He had to be the one. You’d sneak out of your home to go on one of your evening walks with him. You expected to be met with kind sweet Bren. Instead you were met with a soldier forged by the empire in the blood of others. 

You walked and talked and had a good time but you felt some distance from Bren even though you held onto his arm as you observed the outskirts of Rexxentrum. You had asked him if he was alright and he had lied to your face. You could see the guilt in his eyes for lying to you but you did not read further. You didn’t press the matter. It was getting late. You’d have to cross back through some of the darker alleys if you wanted to be back on time before anyone would notice your disappearance. When you passed through the first, something felt wrong. The second alley gave you a sneaking suspense as if something would be coming but you were alone, with Bren and no one else. Speaking of Bren, he had been fiddling with something around his neck hidden beneath the neckline of his shirt and jacket. 

“No need to be nervous. These alleys are too abandoned for thieves and robbers. Nobody goes here at these hours. It’d be a waste of their time.” You remarked, as if assuring him nothing would happen to the two of you, that you were in no danger out here. There’s a reason he chose this place for that exact reason. No one would be around at night, not until dawn upon which point your corpse would be quickly discovered. That was part of the orders; make sure the news would spread fast. 

“You know this city well.” He simply commented with a forced smile. It’s then you stopped him, faced him and took his hands in yours and squeezed them. It’s then he flinched and you felt the bandages around his wrists. You pushed up his sleeve and saw the blood though darkened and dried, stain through. You fussed about him. “Please, don’t.” He begged and you stopped. Though it wasn’t his plea that made you stop. It was the cold sharp metal you felt when you checked his other arm. Your breath stalled and your eyes went wide. You looked at him. 

“Bren? What’s going on?” You didn’t push back, not when he muttered under his breath, twisted his fingers and you felt yourself paralyse. A clever trick from his friend and fellow student; the component of this spell could double as a small weapon too. You began to panic but you couldn’t move. The spell willed it so. He unsealed your fingers from his other wrist, until he was free. He grasped onto that small blade with a death grip that turned his knuckles white. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He brought the blade to your side, right between your ribs and held it there not yet breaking through fabric and skin. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do it. His eyes burned. The imaginary words of his master echoed through his head of what he would face should he return not just a failure but exposed. He doesn’t know what he might have faced should you have ran to your family, should you have escaped and hid beyond those walls. His mission would be a failure and he’d have been made a fool. He doesn’t know what would have become of him. He saw your tears beginning to cusp and roll down your cheek, your struggling breath, he saw it all. He hesitated for too long, lost track and the spell ran out. You were still frozen but not by magic. You held onto the hand with the knife. You held on so tight his fingers went numb. 

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Just let go of the knife. Everything will be alright.” His grip loosened until you pulled the knife away from him and tossed it to the side out of reach. He made a note of where it went. You threw your arms around him and held him. You rubbed his back and cradled him to you until your knees grew weak and the both of you lowered to the dirt. You pulled back, stroked your thumb along his cheek. You might not know the details nor the reasons but you had pieced things together.

“They-he told me to kill you.” The words are but a silent whisper, an admittance to guilt. He expected you to back off, to run while you still could. You didn’t. 

“You haven’t. It’s okay. Just look at me.” 

“He won’t let you go.” Bren begged and you just cupped his cheeks. 

“It’s alright. You’ll do it. You’ll succeed. It’s alright.” He stills. Freezes, like a deer caught by hunters. You’re supposed to be the one fearing a horrid end, not him. “You’re clever, Bren. I know this city. If I must be dead, they’ll think me dead.” Perhaps your family had instilled more values within you than he had grasped. It became clear then neither of you would be innocent children ever again, you’d always be complicit. He’d have been your downfall either way. 

You were clever indeed. You stayed true to your promise. You knew this city well. You knew the busy streets of the back alleys and underbellies, where no one would bat an eye at a committed crime, but the news would spread like wildfire. No secrets there. You’d ran by the butcher’s wastes and gotten as much blood as you could from it, stained your shirt and coat with it. He’d given you his coat to cover up. You’d pushed the knife back up his sleeve where it had been hidden before. You went over the plan once more and then the time came.

The next events were a blur to him to he point where Caleb now does not know wether this story is one fabricated by his mind out of self-preservation, an attempt to cope with your horrid murder, or if this is true because on all accounts your murder had happened, a body was found, and there was no trace of you, not even through magical means. Only after you had screamed and cried and shouted and dragged your supposedly bleeding body into the darkness as he had ran the weight around his neck felt much lighter, the chain and amulet that resided there before had disappeared. You must have taken it when you had embraced him, must have done so as a safety precaution or something. You always were clever. You were never seen again and the story turned as following; a poor innocent child of a reputable family wandered into a bad part of town and met an untimely end at the hands of discontent citizens. You were mourned. His master was proud of him and he could forget this whole ordeal. They congratulated him on being a murderer. Soon after he would commit the sin that would break him. 

Much time has passed since then. Bren died a long time ago. Caleb survives now with all the heartache and regret of the life before, the one he so desperately tried to shake but never seemed able to. It took him a long time to open up to his goblin companion, and even when he told his story to the Mighty Nein he still kept many secrets. Slowly his walls came down, slowly the doubt ebbed away until one fateful day in Nicodranas. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. That magic tower in the city called his attention as did the mind and resources of Yussa Errenis. When he spotted a familiar handwriting among the works of Yussa, he thought nothing of it but that handwriting would plague his mind for weeks to come until his next visit where he got confirmation. Without warning the Mighty Nein had used the teleportation circle. Without warning they had been escorted outside but in passing Caleb spotted a familiar being in the sitting room, simply reading. 

It was you, undoubtedly. You had gotten older, same as he has. That’s what the years do to a person. You’re no longer children. You look like you’ve faced the hardships of life but you’ve overcome them too. When your eyes met his, he expected something like anger or fear but instead he saw intrigue. You’d made up some bullshit excuse for Wensforth to see to other business and oversaw their escorting out of the tower personally. He was the last one out. You stopped him. You toyed with something around your neck. It reminds him of how he sometimes used to fiddle with the identical version he hides beneath his layers when no one is watching. He’d paid for his in blood. You’d paid for yours with your life. What a cruel thing. 

“It seems our paths cross again, Bren. Different tidings this time I hope.” You speak to him before he crosses the threshold. He looks at you before he goes, in a way Caleb is not known to look anyone in the eye. The others know he avoids eye contact whenever he can. You were a strange exception they definitely had some questions and opinions about. Especially since they couldn’t hear your conversation. 

“Caleb Widogast.” He corrects. “Different tidings.” He nods. 

“Well then, Caleb Widogast, how about an evening walk? For old time’s sake?” You suggest and Caleb finds himself smiling lightly. He nods. 

“For old time’s sake.” He repeats to himself. “I’ll see you tonight?” You smile. 

“Yo, did Widogast just score a date-“ Fjord covers Beauregard’s mouth before she can continue. You shake your head and close the invisible door as Caleb exits. It’s been a while. 

Hello!

I absolutely love your CR writing (you encapsulate them so well) and am sending in a request for Caleb Widogast x fem!reader!

My idea was that the reader has a crush on Caleb and gets all flustered when he speaks in zemnian cuz she finds it really attractive. He notices and likes her too and starts to speak it more to get her reactions and flirt with her. In the end they’re together/kiss/up to you!

Thank you so much for considering my request! 💕💕

They Speak Another Language to Fluster S/O

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Caleb Widogast

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Thank you so much! Also, very cute request, I'm happy to write it!

Caleb

At first, he didn't even realize. He would speak and sometimes slip Zemnian into his common when the words came easier.

And then he was reading a Zemnian book aloud and saw you scout a tad closer. He was mostly trying to annoy Beau, but his focus changed to your expression and how much you hung on to his every words, despite not knowing what he was saying.

Caleb probably didn't even realize he was flirting. He pieced together that you enjoyed the language, but didn't factor in that it was him speaking it that you enjoyed. So when he spoke to you, he used Zemnian more, making sure to substitute simple words so you can understand and maybe slowly pick it up too?

It would be Beau that brought up the "flirting" and how much you liked Caleb speaking in Zemnian that he truly realized. Beau's observation made Caleb speak Zemnian around you more. Not because he was being bold, he's still shy about his feelings, but he likes the look on your face when he speaks and wants to continue seeing you flustered.

Caleb ends up using many terms of endearment for you in Zemnian now. He would put them in now and then previously, but was too flustered to tell you what they meant. Now he decided he should say them more. Especially since you don't quite know what they mean.

Until one day he does let it slip that he loves you. He says this in Zemnian and he ends up freezing. Relief hits him as he realizes that you don't know what he means. Or at least he thinks you don't, but that one phrase was the one you had been waiting to hear from him.

Caleb doesn't even have time to process that your lips are on his before you've pulled away. He can't tell if his brain is moving way too fast or at a snails pace when you tell him, in near perfect Zemnian, that you love him too.

Hello Critters!

This is gonna be the first time I've spoken to you all. But based on today's one-shot with the Mighty Nein today, I feel like we deserve some fanfiction with these colorful bastards. Any campaign, any character, just suggest what you want, I'll write it!

Angst, fluff, smut, sequels, prequels, they're all on the table.

Have fun!

:D

3 and Caleb 👀

Hell yeah 👀

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Hell to the yes

The only thing Caleb won’t wear is a skirt/dress (unless he’s got pants underneath) but anything beyond that is fair game (I mean he looks like he’s wearing tunics in his art soo)

I think Caleb would do it unintentionally tbh, like in the mornings before he has to go teach, when he’s still half asleep and wandering your house, he’s just like “…is this clean? Yes? Wearing it” then you see him later wearing your sweater and you’re like 😍

Students absolutely try to make fun of him for it and he’s like…?? Yes I love my partner thanks

As for you and his clothes, he would get more flustered seeing you in his things

Caleb would die seeing you in his shirt, just wandering around the house

He’s definitely the kind of guy to wrap his scarf around you if you’re both going out - or even if you’re running to the store, he’ll wrap it around your neck then tug you to him with it to smooch your nose

Y’all could probably get to the point where there’s no “his” and “yours” unless y’all need certain sizes or garments - like you probably couldn’t wander around in any of Caleb’s official Academy gear

Caleb doesn’t really strike me as a for-fun jewelry wearer (he’s worn his amulet and stuff before), but could be convinced to spice up an outfit if you so encouraged him

Armored

The start of a fic set in regards to a conversation that happened between my partner and me in regards to Tieflings using their tails for various things.

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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You were staring. You knew it. Molly knew it. Everyone knew it and it was starting to get weird. 

It wasn’t the first time Molly had been stared at, being part of a carnival for a while, but the Nein were a bit more cautious about where they looked so as to not garner unwanted attention. Yet here you were; deep in thought, unmoving, and staring at his tail. At first he thought you were just staring into space so he started moving the appendage back and forth to be sure, only to have your eyes follow its every move. 

Glancing towards the rest of the crew with a smirk he lifts his tail to eye height, your eyes faithfully following.

“Glad you were able to find my eyes darling.”

“Why don’t you use your tail as a whip?”

He freezes at the random sentence. “I — What?”

You finally focus on his face. “Your tail. Why don’t you use it as a whip? I’ve seen both you and Jester lash your tails fairly quickly and it's about the width of my whip.” You place your bullwhip on the table, unwrapping part of it. 

Jester was the first to recover “That would hurt tho.” 

You look over. “Not if you wrap or braid it with leather or something. You’d essentially be making a new piece of armor that protects your tail. Plus you could probably find a blacksmith and get a piece of metal that you could place over the end that would be sharper to help deal damage.” 

“Almost like a stinger on a wasp.” Yasha responds, entering the conversation. “You could grapple with your arms and wrap around with your tail.” 

“Even without wrapping I feel like it wouldn’t be too different from clotheslining someone with an arm.” Beau leans forward, now entrenched in the idea. 

You nod. “It would probably hurt more than that, considering that the amount of contact would be smaller.”

“We could even get different things to attach to the end!” Jester states, pulling out her sketchbook and scribbling down some ideas while muttering to herself.  

Molly, finally snapping out of it, leans forward onto the table. “Your brain never ceases to amaze darling. Where did this come from?” 

You stare at him in confusion, slowly raising the bullwhip from the table. “You have something attached to your ass that looks like a shorter version of my main weapon of choice. I have seen you actively move it however you want. Why are you so surprised I asked this question?” 

Beau laughs. “Molly they say the most out of pocket shit that I have ever heard. You can’t be surprised by this. Between the threats of shaving people bald, wanting to make mimics their pet, and responding to things with random noises that make no sense, I'm just happy there’s some logic in this one.” 

Fjord, Caleb, and Nott sit down with new drinks, Nott speaking up first. “We making fun of Y/N and their mannerisms?” Jester jumps in, quickly explaining the small conversation that had happened while they were away, leaving you able to lean over to Molly. 

“You know, I could just braid a fabric around your tail for fun.” 

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?” 

“Wrap it up, put some charms on the fabric. Could even do so as to match the rest of your attire. Doesn’t have to be a defensive thing.” 

Molly smirks. “Was this just a long con to be able to play with my tail darling? You know all you need to do is ask.” 

You shrug with a smile, a glint in your eye that Molly quite enjoys. “But now Jester has an option to use to get alone time with a certain green someone.” 

Molly barks a laugh “Oh you clever little thing you.” All you respond with is an eyebrow wiggle as you drink your ale.