#like Fjord and Veth but a million times worse
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Hi There! Just stumbled across your page and I am loving your work keep it up ❤️. Could I please request head canons for the Critical Role ladies with a secret paladin S/O? Like they think their S/O seems like a normal fighter till they use lay on hands or divine smite. I played a character like this in my campaign and I would love to see how this scenario would play out.
S/O Being a Secret Paladin
FANDOM: Critical Role, Campaign 2
Character(s): Beauregard Lionett, Jester Lavorre, Veth Brenatto, Yasha Nydoorin
Type of Request: Headcanons
Word Count: 417
Note(s): I did this for the C2 Ladies so I hope that’s okay!
Beau
Beau thought something was a bit off cause she has met many fighters and you just felt a bit off from that.
She didn’t want to mention anything in case you got uncomfortable or something. You’re her S/O and figured you’d tell her what’s up when you wanted to.
Does make comments about you having magic hands now. Always has a dumb grin on her face when she says that stuff too.
Honestly, you secretly being a paladin isn’t too huge to her. I mean there have been a lot worse secrets in the group so you being able to heal now is very helpful.
Jester
“You mean you could’ve healed this whole time?!” Will definitely tease you about your lack of healing and what kind of paladin doesn’t heal.
Her learning you becoming a paladin will cause her to question your deity as well.
I mean you’re cool but she will talk crap about your deity because they’re not as cool as The Traveler.
Unless you also follow The Traveler then she’ll be even more “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”
Veth
“Hey Jester, we have another healer that’s not you!” Of course she’ll have a million questions as to why hide this but also using this new information to mess with Jester.
Might also make jokes about “Oh so you can heal?”. Like will jokingly scoff at you being a Paladin because no you’re not. You don’t heal. Oh your hands glow and your weapon does too when you smite? Yeah right.
Okay but does ask you lots of questions like why you were hiding this. Do you follow a god? Did you take an oath of celibacy??
“Wow Fjord, look at all these cool things that S/O can do! Isn’t it great how amazing and strong they are?” She’s throwing all the shade honestly.
Yasha
Definitely gives you an eyebrow raise at seeing you casting healing magic or watching you smite someone.
Asks if this is some new powers or if you’ve always been able to do this. At hearing that this is something that you’ve always been able to do she’ll give you a nod.
She’s not mad or anything that you hid these powers. You probably had some kind of reason behind it. And honestly this is a lot better of a secret than a lot of other ones.
Also would make jokes about you having magic hands. But also makes jokes about how you’ll smite someone if they’re annoying.
#veth brenatto#veth brenatto x reader#yasha nydoorin#yasha nydoorin x reader#jester lavorre#jester lavorre x reader#beauregard lionett#beauregard lionett x reader#critical role x reader
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clinging to all that you left me
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Beau dropped to one knee, the force of the blow to her chest knocking the wind from her lungs momentarily. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as her lungs tried to remember how to function, chest constricting. She felt hyper-aware of every second that passed without air, and then she felt her lungs jump and oxygen flooded through her with such a rush she almost fell over completely. Catching herself with one hand, the other pressed to her sternum, Beau looked up at the brute that had struck her down just in time to see them fly backward from a blast of arcane energy.
Caleb appeared at her side, wiry arm winding firm around her shoulder. A glance sideways met Beau with a severe expression lining Caleb’s face, blue eyes scanning through the fray rapidly.
He cursed under his breath in Zemnian, before continuing in Common. “We need to get out of here.”
Oh, it must be bad then.
Beau was bleeding from several places on various limbs, and she was relatively sure one of her ribs was not where it was supposed to be. She knew that her last couple of hits hadn’t been as strong as they could have been. But it was only now that she wasn’t engaged with an enemy that she could fully take stock of her state.
Sweeping a look around, she found Jester pressed against a rock about sixty feet from her and Caleb. The Tiefling’s gaze found the pair of them and Caleb made a gesture in Beau’s peripheral. Jester must have understood because she nodded rapidly and spun away.
The next thing Beau knew, Veth was emerging from shadows Beau hadn’t even been aware of. The Halfling grabbed Jester’s outstretched hand, and then they vanished between one blink and the next.
“Brace yourself,” Caleb muttered, riffling through his sack for components. Beau understood that they needed to leave, but it hadn’t quite hit her yet that they were going in the next few seconds.
Her eyes seemed to scan on instinct, because she found Caduceus in the next couple seconds, nearly across the battlefield from them. He was already moving toward Fjord, grabbing for the half-Orc’s arm and calling out to--
Yasha.
The barbarian was separated from Caduceus and Fjord, engaged with an enemy and looking worse for wear. Beau watched with her breath stuck in her throat as the greatsword swung down with the force of Yasha’s attack and just missed taking the enemy’s head clean off their shoulders. There was blood staining Yasha’s side and dripping down her exposed arm from somewhere higher on her shoulder. Beau knew firsthand that there were likely several more wounds littering Yasha’s skin that were barely visible, and worry was like a rock dropping in the monk’s gut.
“Caleb, wait,” Beau gasped, every instinct screaming at her to get to Yasha’s side. “Yasha!”
Everything went blurry, Caleb’s arm around her shoulder the only solid thing Beau could register for a moment. Then they were tumbling messily onto the floor of the Lavish Chateau’s dining area. Beau cried out when she landed on her side, that finicky rib most definitely dislocated now.
Her vision went grey for a long few moments, voices and sound and feeling a blurred, incomprehensible mess of senses. Chilly hands grasped Beau’s shoulders and then warm healing energy raced from the point of contact to all the monk’s various injuries. Gasping, weak and sharp, Beau jerked in Jester’s grasp and tried to sit up. That damn rib shifted, and she immediately stopped trying to do that, hands curling into fists.
“Beau!” Jester’s voice prompted the monk’s eyes open, finding the Tiefling, Veth, and Caleb hovering over her with varying degrees of worry.
“I’m fine,” she gasped, pushing weakly at Jester’s hands. “What about Yasha? Fjord and Cad?”
“I’m sure Caduceus got them out, but his temple is all the way out at the lighthouse. He knows to come back here, though,” Jester said rapidly, twisting her fingers together and eyes darting between Caleb and Veth as she spoke. She looked like she was trying to reassure them as much as herself, and it did nothing to settle the roiling nerves in Beau’s stomach.
“We have to find them,” Beau insisted, feeling irrational but not knowing how to stop.
“Beauregard, your rib,” Caleb cautioned, reaching out to grasp her elbow as the monk shifted to stand again.
“Fuck my rib, man!” Beau yelled at him, but didn’t pull away. Caleb’s eyes were all to knowing as he stared her down, and Beau couldn’t bring herself to hate how well he understood her anger was worry.
“Let me fix it first, Beau,” Jester whispered as she cast a healing spell on Veth. “Then we can start toward the lighthouse.”
“Can you Send them a message?” Veth asked as she pat Jester’s arm in thanks. “To make sure they got back?”
Beau’s eyes snapped to Jester’s face, hopeful and far too eager to pass off as anything but worried. But the cleric shook her head, expression twisting.
“I used up all my higher spell slots in the fight and to get back here. I can cast some more healing spells, but I don’t have what I need to cast Sending.” Jester’s violet eyes traced to Beau’s face, contrite. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” Beau deflated, cursing herself for being so emotional. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m just-”
Worried, terrified, scared to relax until I know they’re safe, until I know Yasha’s safe.
Jester reached out and grabbed Beau’s free hand that wasn’t clasped to her ribs. Her eyes shone with a sheen of tears that the little Tiefling seemed resolute on not shedding.
“I know, Beau,” Jester whispered. “Let me fix your rib, and then we’ll get going.”
No more than five minutes later, after Jester popped Beau’s rib solidly into place again and they reassured a very stressed looking Marion, their little group limped from the Chateau. Jester took the lead in guiding them toward the lighthouse, her tail flicking nervously behind her as they went, and Beau keeping pace at her shoulder. The monk’s thoughts were racing, but her mind felt empty save for an all-consuming worry with no words. Not that she didn’t trust Caduceus’ ability to get them back safely, but there were a million things Beau could think of that might have gone wrong - all of them out of their control. They didn’t know how much time had passed between Caleb and Beau leaving and the rest of them leaving.
A dark part of Beau’s mind whispered - if they left at all.
She told it to shut the fuck up.
The bustling streets of Nicodranas usually brought Beau a sense of comfort, a feeling of steady peace. But all she wanted to do was shove every idle pedestrian out of her way and break into a sprint toward the lighthouse. Every sensory input felt like it was far too much, and Beau was getting twitchy. Even when Obann had taken Yasha, Beau had never felt like this. Something was different this time, and that something was more than likely Beau’s awareness of how she felt about Yasha. Fjord and Jester knew that she liked Yasha because the words had come from her own mouth. Somehow that made it more real, and because it was more real, Beau stood a bigger chance of losing.
She couldn’t lose Yasha. Yasha wasn’t even her own to lose - and even if they were together, Yasha wouldn’t be Beau’s because Yasha was her own person. But that wasn’t the point. Beau couldn’t-
“There!” Veth’s shrill voice made Beau jump, eyes snapping to follow Veth’s pointing finger.
Sure enough, at the far end of the street, limping their way through the crowd, was their missing trio.
Beau felt like a balloon popped in her chest, exhaling a heavy breath, and then she was sprinting.
Weaving with an agility that was second nature through the crowded thoroughfare, Beau had eyes only for Yasha. She was, of course, relieved to see Caduceus and Fjord were alive and relatively unharmed, too. But Yasha.
The Aasimar seemed startled when she spotted Beau in the crowd when the monk was about ten feet from them. By then, Beau’s momentum was carrying her forward on instinct alone. She launched herself at Yasha and threw her arms around the taller woman’s neck, holding fast. Yasha barely moved with the impact, her sturdy arms winding fast around Beau’s waist, not letting her move even an inch from where she pressed against the Aasimar’s chest. Beau could have sobbed at the feeling, at the sensation of her fingers tangled in Yasha’s long, messy hair. At the warmth radiating from the barbarian that meant she was alive.
“You’re okay,” Beau whispered. She was still shaken, so she didn’t ask. Merely spoke it into existence and hoped Yasha would confirm it.
“I’m okay,” Yasha murmured back, faithfully. “You’re okay?”
This was a question, and Beau choked on a quiet sob as she nodded against Yasha’s shoulder, still clinging.
It hit Beau all at once. She could have lost Yasha, could have never known what happened if Caduceus hadn’t been able to get them out of there. Beau would never have been able to hold Yasha like this, would have lost her chance to confess. Would never have known if Yasha felt the same way.
Beau pulled back just enough to stare up at Yasha, and she could feel that her eyes were damp. The barbarian stared down at Beau in return, brows furrowing when she noticed Beau’s eyes were wet. Yasha opened her mouth, likely to ask again if Beau was okay, but Beau beat her to speaking.
“Can I kiss you?”
Yasha blinked, mouth hanging open with her unspoken question hanging on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and nodded, mismatched eyes locked on the monk in her arms.
Beau wasted no time surging forward, Yasha stooping to meet her halfway. Their lips pressed together and Yasha’s hand slip up Beau’s back to cup the base of her neck. Beau tightened her fingers in Yasha’s hair and breathed in through her nose, something like content buzzing through her veins and setting her nerve endings on fire. Because oh, she had never been kissed like this before. She knew the taste of lust like she knew the taste of liquor - thrilling in a way that felt dangerous, sour in some places and sweet in others, leaving fire in her throat and venom in her veins. It was a poison, and a drug laced between the lips of every stranger she had ever kissed.
But this - oh, this - was nothing like that. Kissing Yasha was warm, floral and gentle and reassuring - like drinking a cup of Caduceus’ tea and knowing everything was going to be alright. It left a different fire lingering behind Beau’s teeth, and she was content to let it burn. She wouldn’t mind letting it engulf every fiber of her existence if it meant she could keep kissing Yasha.
Yasha pulled back first, only to cup Beau’s face in both her hands and press their foreheads together. Beau let her, still trying to catch her breath and cling to the flames Yasha had pressed into her mouth. Breathless yet again, Beau just clung to Yasha and pretended like she couldn’t hear Jester and Veth squealing and cheering several feet behind them.
“I would like to kiss you again,” Yasha murmured, lips brushing against the tip of Beau’s nose. “But I think we should get out of the street before we draw a crowd.”
“You seem to have that effect,” Beau joked weakly, still a little winded. “But yeah, probably a good idea.”
Yasha released Beau’s face, but traded one hold for another, her arm wrapping around Beau’s shoulders and keeping the monk close to her side. Beau was entirely content to stay there, tucked close and careful. Her cheeks felt hot when turning meant meeting the knowing smirks of Fjord, Caduceus, and Caleb. The three of them just seemed to smile and give satisfied nods before turning and meandering back toward the Chateau, chatting among themselves. Veth and Jester were beaming, scrambling toward Beau and Yasha and gushing as they were wont to do.
Jester, all but vibrating with excitement, grasped onto Beau’s hand and squealed, “it’s about time!”
Beau, grinning bashfully and ducking her head, couldn’t help but agree.
#cr#critical role#beauyasha#beauregard lionett#yasha#writing#my writing#i got wine drunk and wrote lesbians!!!!#what else was i gonna do
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campaign 2 episode 123:
I have a whole bag of chips and a whole box of donut sticks, I am prepared for the long haul that this is apparently going to be
also renewed shoutout to the CC, I take my headphones out when everyone else goes to bed so I can hear the child if she needs me and this helps immensely
sam WHAT is on your face
I need Liam's shirt
Detect Iffiness
"he's not really great with pain" and I was gonna say he's had worse
"I PUNCH PEOPLE"
laura
marISHA
"with your mind?" "with his THIGHS"
travis is DELIGHTED by this
what if caleb can't identify bc he also has the eye
you think they ever meow around travis just to fuck with him
s a m
"once a day we can try for something stupid"
caleb
ashley is trying to make my prediction from last episode some through
I'm glad they're having fun with this
"I ROLLED A DRAGON"
travis
caleb get your squishy ass back here
jester vs big scary monster round one million
stress level: marisha has forgotten how to chair
"we're fucked" "no, YOU'RE fucked"
rip beau
turn gelidon into butterflies
OH yasha aasimar, reani aasimar, gelidon thinks all aasimar look alike and therefore did not realize yasha is not reani
nice
"that's the sex number!"
"'press square rapidly' no ♥"
rip beau
stress level: I have broken into the donut sticks
they need a big open/closed sign but it tells them when they have advantage
like taliesin writing "HUNTER'S MARK" on the chalkboard in their original set
it's okay yasha will catch her
at least he didn't lose it while he was in the air
"I think he told you to fuck off"
"why not roll less dice?" "why do you never roll luck?!"
"ancient dragons have a hot - a lot -" too late matt I heard you
I feel the spirit of the golden snitch in this chili's
matt stop trolling the lesbians
True Love's Heal
lightning fists LIGHTNING FISTS
wow fuck you pal
that's a fucking cool visual
me: once again my brother's name makes me do weird doubletakes in completely unrelated situations
mala: Yasha is just chucking your brother
me: improvised weapon
(that might actually work, he's basically a monk)
"I SUMMONED THIS BITCH WE'RE GONNA END HER"
congratulations you beat the prologue, you are now allowed to play dungeons and dragons
cuties
veth takes psychic damage
I like the mental image of veth having this conversation with just her head sticking up out of the snow
mala: RIPcords
samuel
just call your god a fucking idiot
(in fairness he is, in fact, a fucking idiot)
finally a solid excuse to kill otis
"it's a cursory roll" my ASS matt was rolling to pickpocket
mala: no map map cam
"the thing that fjord lost"
does that WORK on lucien? legendary action having ass motherfucker
I can feel my heartbeat in my face
YE
I am Experiencing Stress
why did they burn so many 20s on the dragon
give those back
is that a spell you can do or is he wearing a thing? if he's wearing a thing can they take the thing? and then make him choke on it?
hhhhHHHHH
aaand the child's cgm went off, now now child's pancreas
stress level: travis sass
he has a fucking eye now
wing sfx (relieved)
armor of Fuck You
"he's doing naruto shit"
if it goes past 3 am we legally get a second break
in all of this I'm trying to deal with the child's Diabetic Event so I keep having to leave and every time I come back someone else is on the ground or bleeding or an owl and it is NOT helping my stress
manifesting essek showing up. almost 100% will not happen but I'm manifesting it.
#ThankYouCrew
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@pluresque said : ‘ tender touches ‘ from fjord to jester :) ( 15. gently tracing their fingers on one of mine’s scars. )
she likes to think they’re marks of a survivor , that she might be one whenever she catches a glimpse of a scar that she’s gotten on their journey . sure , there’s one on her knee from scraping the side of the chateau as she’d snuck out . another on her forearm she’d gotten on the stone pavement of the streets of nicodranas outside her favorite bookstore ( ok , like , the only bookstore she’d known that bluud had gotten the books she’d asked for ) , tripped by some teenage human after she’d decided that tieflings were evil . she’d cried all the way home . these scars are different , they mean more . maybe not the four healed puncture wounds on her stomach from that not very fun but also kind of super fun time in the teleportation circles of the cobalt soul . but the deep scars on her wrists from the manacles that the iron shepherds had kept her in , that she’d strained against with all her might & only ended up hurting herself more than they did . the faint lichtenberg figure that she can still outline on her shoulder from the blue dragon . teeth marks on her side from the chasm that had led to the king’s cage , that she would’ve jumped into a million times over to save veth . she keeps them to herself - no matter how brave some of them make her feel , when others just make her feel helpless as they did on the day she got them . no matter what happens to her , they always get it worse . she doesn’t hide them , none of them hide them , not when they’ve all been in the bathhouse together in the empire . the spa . the hot tub in xhorhaus . she watches him carefully as his thumb runs along the fading scar on her wrist & she fights the urge to pull her hand away despite not understanding exactly why . maybe it’s because that one doesn’t make her feel brave , it makes her feel helpless all over again . despite the fact that he & yasha probably have the same marks & they’re two of the bravest people that she knows . or maybe it’s because she’s not used to being touched like this , so softly it makes her want to cry . but she doesn’t ( pull away or cry ) , she smiles at him , resting her chin on her shoulder as she turns to look at him fully . ❝ do you want to go make a snowman with me ? we can do it , like , just outside the mansion door & scare whoever leaves first tomorrow ! unless it’s dagen , i don’t really want to scare him , he’s super nice & i feel kind of bad i had to modify his memory . ❞
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