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saphirered · 1 year

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Hello hello my lovely!! English is not my first language I hope this is fine 😊 Can I have a request with Morning for Mollymauk? Fluffy if possible!! 💜

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! Went true Mollymauk cutesy with this one so I hope you like how it turned out! 😘

First thing in the morning, minds returning to consciousness, decently rested after a long day before, Mollymauk feels cold. No amount of additional blankets can keep at bay the ice in his veins, and his infernal blood has been quelled. He supposes it might have something to do with the turning weather, the summer heat being exchanged for a frigid cold, far too cold for his likings, and the worst is yet to come, but such a thing is easily remedied with the right company. He opens his eyes and there he sees, wrapped in a blanket of your own, a true beauty. Shoulders slumped, legs pulled up on the wooden chair. You pick pieces of fruit and cheese from a plate and nibble at them quietly. Your hair’s a mess. You’ve not made an effort to get changed into your day clothes which only shows Molly you’ve not yet made up your mind wether it is best to join him or brave the world beyond this bedroom door. He’d make an argument about it being far too early but given the muffled bustling from the tavern below, and the people outside in the market square, he doubts that is the case. The sliver of daylight from between the drawn curtains illuminates you just perfectly and only confirms; you truly are a sight to wake up to.

Groaning he stretches into a half-seated but still very much slouched position, adjusting the pillow to be more comfortable. When his chest falls bare to the cold air he regrets it instantly and pulls the blankets closer around him. You watch from your spot popping a grape into your mouth mumbling something along the lines of ‘good morning’ though you’re hard to understand clearly in your own groggy morning state.

“Did your mother not teach you it’s rude to speak with your mouth full?” Molly’s voice is still heavy with sleep but your response wakes him up a bit more because next he knows a grape hits him in the face and you’re giggling. He simply reaches for the fallen grape as it lies on the blankets, tosses it up and catches it in his mouth.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to steal food from someone else?” You mimic his tone of voice crossing your arms playfully.

“Besides the fact I don’t know if I even have a mother I’m not sure a blatantly discarded grape counts as stealing food. I’d say it was abandoned and I found it.” Molly tries to be a smart-arse as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, just right in time to catch another grape thrown his way in his mouth and so you toss another, and another. “If you were going to feed me breakfast, love, I’d prefer you do it here in bed instead of ten feet away where I can’t even repay the effort appropriately.” You might have made a comment about nothing to do with him being appropriate but decide to hold your tongue for now.

You seem to consider for a second before you get up from the chair, take your plate and saunter over to the bed where you take a seat on the opposite end, right where his feet lay hidden beneath the blankets. You keep your own blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you put the plate on the abandoned side of the bed where you once resided. Molly whispers some choice of words under his breath and sits up further until the only distance between the two of you is caused by his bent knees. His back falls bare and he shivers.

“Oh, my poor darling, not a fan of the cold, are you?” He begins playing with the edges of the blanket you keep around yourself. You take a piece of cheese, take a bite.

“Only because you’re not here to keep me warm.” He winks and so you offer the remainder of the slice of cheese to him. Molly takes it between his teeth as he tries to adjust himself and eat it. In this motion he manages to grab the bottom of your blanket and pull it away from you and wraps it around himself in one fast motion leaving gawking. Suddenly you’re the one exposed to the cold air and wrap your arms around yourself, curling up to preserve what warmth you can. In reality it’s not so bad but you’ll put on the performance for the circus man if you have to. You’ll do it gladly for this little game.

“Rude!” You exclaim as the tiefling clicks his tongue and tilts his head all too innocently.

“You know, love, I think I’m okay. It’s not that cold anymore.” He moves for the plate and you dive for it too. You’re quicker this time and snatch it away just before he can reach it, putting your leg between yourself and him, foot flat against his chest to keep him out of arm’s reach, even when you feel his hands grab onto your ankle and try to move it. You’re at an advantage given your position.

“And this fruit, delicious. There’s even some cherries. Those are your favourites, if I recall correctly. Such a shame I’ll have to eat them all alone.” You purr deviously popping one in your mouth with an amount of sex-appeal Molly rightfully is proud of.

“Yes, yes. Such a shame I’m perfectly content under these warm soft blankets.” He brushes his fingers along your ankle, calf, and up your thigh so lightly he knows it causes goosebumps. “You’re not getting cold, are you? Oh dear.” You play it cool, as much as you can and eat another cherry musing as you do about how delicious it is.

“Not at all, but thank you for your concern, darling. I think I’ll just finish my breakfast downstairs, though. See you when you’re ready to crawl out of that cocoon of stolen warmth?” You blow him a kiss as you try to pull free your leg. Molly lets you go as you catch him off guard and you get up from the bed, walking around and making your way towards the door.

“Now hold on. No need for such drastic measures. Truce?” He takes the stolen blanket from around him and offers it to you. You tap your chin and hum. When it takes a little too long, Molly unwraps the blankets around him and opens them up, moving more towards the centre of the bed, as if to show there’s plenty of space for you. He gives you a look you simply can’t refuse but you feign indifference as you turn back to the bed and sit on the side. You take a cherry from the plate and hold it between thumb and index finger, think just a little longer to where he hesitates what you might decide next, but then you bring the cherry to his lips and Molly happily takes it from you, victory in his eyes as much as satisfaction. The cherries really are delicious. This was a good deal.

You put the plate in his lap once he stretches his legs and curl against his side as Molly throws an arm and therefor a solid couple of pounds worth of blankets across your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. There you sit together nibbling away at breakfast. This is a good morning.

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themanicmuse · 7 months

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Broken Souls| Mollymauk Tealeaf x femReader

Word count: 2262

Summary: During their stay in Zadash the three men of The Mighty Nein have a boy's night where a certain purple Teifling meets an interesting young woman

Warnings: casual alcohol use, mentions of arranged marriage, consensual sex work

a/n: This was originally posted on my ao3 in 2020 as an OC one-shot. I have converted and polished it into my 1st y/n style xreader. Let me know what you think

The warm Zadash air was bustling with the usual energy of a Friday night in the large city. A band of three tipsy men walked through the busy streets, each distinct in their own varieties of strange. One hunched and shuffling, one tall and proud and the third overly confident and swaggering, leading the group. The cocky leader raises a purple hand in front of his companions with a mild flourish, bringing them to a halt.

“Gentlemen, what do you say to us stopping here for a few drinks?” The other two men follow the purple man’s eyes to the sign above the large building.

“Belle’s Boudoir?” The red-headed man said, confusion clear through his noticeable Zamnian accent.

“Just for a drink, right?” The tallest of them states while somehow also questions. The purple man nods lightly, the chains adorning his horns and neck jingle lightly. With a moment of reluctance from the half-orc, the trio enter the establishment.

Two of the men find a seat, bewildered by the numerous scantily clad yet heavily made up women around them as their teifling friend saunters over to the bar. He leans against the countertop, drumming his heavily ringed fingers while waiting to be noticed by the barmaid. After a few minutes of waiting, an attractive but ageing brunette Half-Elf woman makes her way down the bar towards the ostentatiously dressed man.

“Well good evening, handsome,” the woman greets with a flirtatious voice and a bat of her long eyelashes “What can I do you for?” she asks as she gently strokes her thumb over the teifling’s lavender hand.

“Well... well, first tell me your name. I’m sure your name is just as beautiful as your lovely self.” The teifling asks as he places a soft hand on the woman’s.

“Well aren’t you a charming one.” The half-elf answers with a mild blush “My name is Sasha, and yours?”

“Mollymaulk Tealeaf, but my friends call me Molly as shall you now as we are now friends.” Molly replies with a wide fang toothed grin. “So my dear, I would firstly like three ales for myself and my friends over there, and put on a tab under nein, the Zamnian spelling.” Molly nods his head towards the human reading a large book and the handsome half-orc awkwardly trying to reject one of the working girl’s propositions, causing the teifling to wince in second hand embarrassment. The Half-elf hands over three flagons of ale with a small chuckle.

“Anything else I can do for you?”

“Well actually I would like some... private company.” Molly says with a knowing smile and a wink.

“Why of course, Molly, do you have any preference? We have the largest and finest variety in all of Zadash.” Sasha replies, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her long ear.

“If you truly do have the largest selection, and I do fully believe you I do, how about you show me something amazing, something that takes my breath away, something... That I’ve never experienced before.” On the last word Molly lightly taps the counter with the tip of his index finger and a cheerful smirk on his face.

“And what have you seen?”

“I was in the circus game sweetheart, that’s a long fucking list I assure you.”

With a wildly disappointed sigh Sasha leaves to a back room before returning to the teifling. She hands him a key with a small tag with a number on it and instructs Molly to use that room when he has made his choice. With a parting wink the man takes his drinks to the table to join his friends.

“Took ya long enough.” The half-orc said in his strange southern accent quickly taking his drink as Molly shooed away the annoyed working woman as he took the seat she was occupying.

“Yeah sorry, I was doing a little recon on the local customs of this city.” Molly answers with a shrug. As the three men make idle chatter about adventures, magical weapons and spells, the teifling’s eyes scanned the room for a companion worthy of his standards. Eventually his eyes are drawn to a beautiful (h/c) haired girl, adorned in a dress of silky deep greens, almost hiding in the far corner. Molly thanks his wizard friend as he receives a fresh drink, his eyes not leaving the girl for a single second. After realising just observing wasn’t enough for him, Molly abruptly leaves the table and hastily makes his way back to the bar.

“That girl in the corner is she one of yours?’ Molly asks the second he makes eye contact with the barkeep.

“Oh her, yeah she came to us only a few days ago. Is she definitely the one you want?” In response the horned man nods his head vigorously causing his many chains to rattle. “Ok... I’m afraid I can’t tell you how good her services will be since you’re the first to request her. If you’re truly sure, go to the room and I’ll send her up with some ale and food.” Molly replies with a quick nod of thanks before jogging up the stairs.

After removing his boots and heavily embroidered coat, the teifling paced the floor waiting impatiently. When a knock sounds on the door Molly rushed over, quickly composing himself before opening the door. His burning red eyes scanned the form of the girl as she walked in and placed the tray of food on the small table. After closing the door Molly sat on the edge of the bed studying the girl before him.

“My name is Mollymauk Tealeaf, but please just call me Molly.” He greets reaching his hand out towards the girl. He watched as the girl glanced between her face and hand, failing to mask the fear and discomfort in her eyes. Eventually She reaches her shaky hand out to meet Molly’s purple one, gasping with shock as she feels the raised remains of many old scars on the teifling’s strong hand.

“Oh don’t worry yourself about them.” Molly says softly as he gently caresses the girl's (s/c) hand. “So, What’s your name beautiful?”

“(y)... I mean. What would you like it to be,” She replied, with a shudder and a tear threatening to escape her (e/c), pupil-less eyes. “S-sexy?”

“Your real name, please.”

“Um... (y/n).” She replied while fiddling with some of her (h/l) (h/c) hair.

“Well that’s a name truly worthy of your beauty. Please, sit down, eat, drink, make yourself more comfortable.” Molly offers with a small smile before getting to his feet. A few seconds later he hears the shuffling of fabric, Molly instinctively turns around to see (y/n) hesitantly slipping her green silk dress off of her body, once the material reached her waist a full pair of wings sprung up and ruffled out. Speckled light brown feathers covered the top while deep grey covered the bottom. Shaking himself out of his shock Molly quickly grabs his coat and hands it to (y/n), trying but failing to avert his eyes, catching a glimpse of the curves of her body and the speckled white of her inner wings.

“I have no intention of doing any of that with you, please cover back up.” Molly says softly as he wraps the coat around her rigid body from behind before guiding her to sit on the bed before turning to face the wall. “I don’t want to see you like that.”

“Oh. I understand.” The soft voice answers behind him. Molly listens with confusion as he hears the soft thud of his coat hitting the bed followed by a rustling of fabric causing him to spin back around.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Molly questioned causing the girl to freeze holding her dress most the way up her body.

“Y-you weren’t pleased with me so I’m going to request someone more suitable for you.” (y/n) answers with a look of both sadness and relief as she walks to the door, her dress now back in place.

“No!” Molly shouts quickly grabbing the girl's delicate wrist with his strong scarred hand stopping her movement “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean Mollymauk?” (y/n) askes, her large (e/c) eyes meeting Molly’s red ones for the first time, filled with caution and confusion.

“When I saw you in the bar,” Molly started with a sigh as he led the confused girl to sit down on the bed next to him. “I knew you didn’t belong here. So I decided to hire you in order to rescue you from that discomfort. So please, eat, drink, nap, whatever you wish to do.” With those words Molly twice taps (y/n)’s hand softly before standing and heading to the door.

“Stay. I want you to, just for a little while.” A voice speaks with confidence for the first time causing a small, soft smile to form on Molly’s lavender lips. The teifling silently sits on the opposite side of the bed, removes his loose shirt, handing it over to (y/n) before laying down with his hands behind his head. Sensing (y/n)’s new found confusion at the new item in her hands.

“I know that dress isn’t comfortable on your wings, that should be big enough to cover you and give your wings some more space.” Molly answers without even opening his eyes.

”Aren’t you going to...”

“Oh please, honey, you are not the first aasimar I’ve met. You are however the first one with feathers so there is that. Anyway just put the shirt on, I promise I won’t peek.” Just as (y/n) slipped Molly’s large shirt over her shapely body, the room door silently opens.

Back downstairs, after realising that their friend hasn’t been seen for a while, The half-orc warlock Fjord and Caleb the human wizard decide to split up and search the establishment. Caleb quickly climbed the stairs as the handsome Fjord was swarmed by women the moment he’s alone. After checking numerous empty, and some not so empty, rooms he quietly opens the door to room number nine. His eyes are met with the sight of a shirtless Mollymauk laid out on the double bed and a beautiful human-looking girl sitting next to him wearing nothing but Molly’s long white shirt.

“Oh, I-I am so very sorry Molly und your lady company. I did not know, um. I will... I will leave you be. See you later. Ja, good, good bye. Ja, bye.” Caleb apologises as he stumbles over both himself and his words. Spinning around on his heels and walking into the doorframe before finally finding the wide open door somehow remembering to close it behind him. Brushing a mildly charred and calloused hand through his mess of ginger hair as he waits for the horde of women crowding Fjord to disperse.

"Did ya find Molly?" Fjord asked over the heads of the numerus women circling them.

"Oh Ja I did."

"Then where is he?"

"Upstairs being Molly"

Back upstairs (y/n) sits on the bed, her face bright red, hands covering her embarrassment.

“I’m truly so sorry about him my dear. Caleb is impressively unskilled in the social graces.” Molly laughed as he rolled to his feet and picked his coat up from the floor. As if seeing the future, Molly wraps his coat around (y/n) as she shivers “So why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

“I don’t...”

“I just want to get to know you a little, beautiful.” With that final word a strange warmth floods the aasimar’s body as she feels her trust in the handsome purple devil grows. She looks into Molly’s blood red eyes with a deep sigh as though opening up to an old friend.

“It’s a classic tale I’m afraid. I was promised to a vile old lord. The night before my marriage I realised that I wanted more from my life. I took all the jewels I could carry, spent it all on ship passage to Wildemount. I only discovered that I’d been conned when Sasha took me in in exchange for work. Of course I didn’t know this was the work she meant. So now I’m stuck here until I save up enough gold to start my dream.”

“And what dream would that be?” Molly asks as he takes (y/n)’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes to meet his and leans in closer.

“I want... I want what you have.” With a hesitant yet strangely confident hand, (y/n) gently traces some of the scars on Mollymauk’s bare chest. “Adventure.” Molly looks deep into the girl's beautiful eyes full of hope and wonder for her future. A large smile spreads over the teifling’s face, his tail swinging absentmindedly happy. He stands to his feet, puts his boots on and swaggers to the door.

“Molly, where are you going?”

Molly doesn’t answer, he only flashes her a kind fanged smile.

“I still have your things.”

“You can just give them back to me tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I’m hiring you for the whole day my dear. I’m going to give you some training, show you the ropes, that kind of thing” Molly instructs as he throws a decently sized bag of gold on the bed. “That’s for the whole night, you can stay here. I’ll be back to get you in the morning.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I’ve always been a sucker for broken souls.”

#critical role #mollymauk tealeaf #mollymauk x reader #fluff #critical role mollymauk #critical role x reader #critical role c2

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basalt-deltas · 8 months

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RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

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⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+

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byooregard · 4 years

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I'm gonna draw the sexy goat man

my friend (who’s seen like 3 episodes of cr), upon seeing the caduceus clay sticker on my computer

#i literally died laughing #s e x y g o a t m a n #caduceus clay #the mighty nein #critical role #critrole #cr campaign 2 #m9 #cr #cleb talky

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soft-for-them · 3 years

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frumpkin ♡ caleb widogast x reader

Annon🪐: Hey!! I saw your post about writing for critical role and got so excited, always happy to have more writers! I'd love to see a Caleb x reader where he comforts the reader during a panic attack. I don't really have a preference as to headcanons vs one-shots, so whichever you’d prefer. Hope I didn't miss anything, thanks!

Anyone can read this, can be platonic or romantic, it’s based on my own panic attacks so sorry if it’s a bit specific, not proof read like usual.

Panic attacks have always plagued your life, it’s a thing you have unfortunately learnt to live with.

You know all the breathing exercises and mind tricks to get you out of an attack but really all you ever want when you feel the nervous feeling of panic rile up in you is a friend to talk to. For trying to stop a panic attack by yourself never truly works. You always find that stopping a panic attack by yourself makes you feel down for the rest of the day.

When you were a teenager you had ran away from your home to the circus, taken in by the half elf Gustav Fletching. For the first couple of years you helped the circus folk set up tents and decorate, then you found your love for art (no matter how good or bad you are at it).

Many years later you still helped out with the big top but you had become a portrait artist getting extra money from the patrons that came to the shows.

When you were around twenty or so you had met Mollymauk Tealeaf and Yasha Nydoorin.

The blood hunter and barbarian had always had their own ways of calming you down before you could have a full on panic attack but neither of them have ever seen you have a proper one.

Molly is always the type of person who would tell you stories to try to get you to calm down and Yasha would always try and stay near you becoming a shoulder to cry on if need be. However, none of them have ever seen you pace up and down whilst tears stream down your face and your hands shake in absolute discomfort.

No, they have never seen you fully break down.

Your panic attacks have almost disappeared since joining the Mighty Nein, since your found family has grown bigger. Yeah, you miss the carnival but you now feel like you’re doing something with your life now that you’re on this journey.

The Nein and you have all be travelling, in between quests, the canopy of the forest lighting the squiggly path to the next town. Right now you are setting up you tent that looks like a mini high top, the happy memories of your carnival days flooding your brain.

The tent is big enough for three or four people, depending on how bulky someone is. Normally it’s you, Mollymauk and Yasha snuggled in the tent much like you’re used to.

With a good meal in you and the sun setting you take the first watch, watching the orange sun blending in with purple that the night sky brings.

Soon enough Fjord taps you on your shoulder telling you softly that you watch is up.

With a soft smile you give him a small hug and a hearty goodnight, wishing him a peaceful sleep. The tall half orc only splutters out a ‘You too, goodnight (y/n).’

You have developed a soft spot for the half orc. You hug him once more him now sitting down and you bending down to do so you say your finale goodnight.

It’s a short walk to your tent, it’s very hard to miss, the patched up striped reds and pokkadot patterns stand out even in the dimming lights of the night. With a long stretch, your arms raised above your head, you walk into the tent Molly already in his corner of the tent.

‘To bed this early?’ you muse as you take off your boots and light armour.

‘Need my beauty sleep.’ He jokes sipping on a little flask presumably of some strong alcohol.

‘Well sleeping does help with beauty sleep.’ You joke back as you like down in the middle of the tent, leaving a gap to you over side for Yasha or any other person who feels like sleeping inside your tent (though it’s always been you, Molly and Yasha inside the colourful tent.)

For a while the two of you talk, mostly on the subject of setting up Yasha and Beau up like the good friends you both are but soon the talk turns to who Molly might want to set you up with.

‘You fancy someone don’t you?’ he teases knowing full well that you do have a thing for someone in the Mighty Nein.

‘Shut up Molly!’ you mutter turning away from him and snuggling into your covers.

Your try to sleep but he keeps on talking.

‘Is it… Caleb, you two share a similar quiet and shy nature, though you actually wash.’

You ignore him.

‘Or Fjord? I think he likes you and your hugs?’

You cover you head with your blanket.

‘Oh, are you into one of the lovely women of the group, Jester has been spending a lot of time around you lately?’

‘Mollymauk Tealeaf I will smother you if you don’t let me sleep!’

The purple tiefling chuckles but drops the questing, allowing you to fall asleep.

You wake up in fear, cold sweat dripping down your neck and back, the white of your shirt surly soaked. Your eyes shift around quickly to the people sleeping soundly in your tent. Molly is were he was before, deep in his beauty sleep. However, you are now sandwiched in between him and Yasha.

She must have fished her shift for she is fast asleep stealing part of your blanket.

Your breathing is laboured and you feel weak.

‘It was only a dream (y/n).’ you try to reason with yourself, sitting up and throwing the rest of your blanket onto Yasha.

Surely you can’t wake them up now, right?

The feeling you have is panic but you aren’t in a full blow panic attack yet, Molly and Yasha know what to do to calm you down. But they are asleep and you fear that if you wake any of them that they’d be angry with you.

They certainly won’t be angry with you but your brain says untrue things to you when your panicky.

First you try some breathing exercises.

They do not work.

You then try and search around for your sketchbook. Jester had drawn a cartoon of you and her in it that automatically makes you feel happy.

You can’t find the book in the dark.

You truly don’t want to wake up Molly or Yasha, you really don’t.

So, you scramble out of your tent, no shoes or coat, you just need to get out.

The cold early morning air hits you, the sun not even up yet but the moon low in the sky.

When you had first met the Nein you had tried to get to know everyone, despite your more introverted nature compared to the more colourful characters of the group. One night you had helped Nott pick pocket a rich man, not your greatest moment but it was very fun.

Out on that little stealing adventure Nott had said something that has stuck with you.

‘Sometimes just walking about outside calms me down, stealing helps as well.’ The stealing part might not help you but the walking part might.

With socked feet and hands stimming you begin to walk towards where you were earlier taking watch.

Molly, Yasha or Fjord won’t be there but there must be someone there to talk to before your start to cry.

The short walk towards the watch area seems like you’re walking a mile and your breaths start to become even more infrequent, you forgetting to breath out when you inhale a large breath. Tears begin to rim your eyes and your hands carry on shaking.

You’re not going to make it to whoever is on watch, you are going to break.

You stop and drop to the floor, legs crossed and hands going to you face, wiping away the now falling tears that don’t seem to stop. In this sitting down position you begin to slowly rock back and forward, tiny sobs escaping your lips.

Unknown to you the place you have decided to sit down and cry in is near enough to the person on watch that they can hear your sobs.

Caleb stands up, looking over the camp, seeing you breaking down on the forest floor.

He has no clue what to properly do.

Normally he is alone when he had any kind of panic attack but then he realises something. The last couple of attacks he has personally had Nott was actually around to help him. Nott was always there to calm him down with cuddles and calm words.

Could he go and get Nott?

No, that would get more attention on the panicked you.

Who else helps him?

Frumpkin!

Caleb quickly summons the cat familiar and he points over to you.

‘Go over to (y/n), ya?’ the Bengal cat nudges his head into Caleb’s legs then pounces off to the crying you.

As soft lump steps into your lap and nudges to hand covered face with its soft fur.

You nervously take down a hand to see Frumpkin nudging you in the way only cats do. He pauses for a moment but proceeds to carry on nudging you when he still sees tears dripping down your face.

Your breathing hitches but there is some kind of clarity as the cat nuzzles the wetness of your cheeks almost like he’s purposely wiping away your tears.

‘…Frumpkin…’ tears well up again but not in sadness per say, it’s a combination of still being panicky but also happiness that the ginger cat is trying to calm you down.

Your arms snake around the slim cat in a small cuddle, you still rocking just a bit.

‘D-did Caleb send you?’ you whisper to the cat in your arms, knowing the answer to the question.

Once your wobbly words are spoken you look up to see a nervous looking Caleb standing near. He fidgets a bit, not looking you in the eyes, though you aren’t looking at him directly either.

‘May I sit down meine liebste?‘ he asks. All you do is nod your head.

He sits down about a body away from you but you automatically nudge up to him so your legs are touching, Frumpkin purring at the two of you.

Your breathing is still a bit funny, a breath being held in. Caleb pauses as he, his hand stops pats Frumpkin’s head.

‘Let your breath out, breath.’ you look at Caleb and try to match his breathing.

‘Thank you, Caleb.’you eventually say.

Your body is still hunched over but you have calmed down, the panic attack has passed, which is very different to normal.

‘Not need to thank me (y/n), no need to thank me.’ He takes his had off of Frumpkin’s head and pats your knee, albeit a bit awkwardly but it gets you both looking up to each other.

You give him a small smile which makes his ear turn red in a blush.

‘C-can I take watch with you for a while?’ you ask.

‘Ya, we can watch the sun rise together.’

i had a bit of a hard time formatting it so sorry if it looks odd.

also, please send in some more critical role requests! (do mind that i’m new to listening to campaign two.)

#critical role #critical role x reader #caleb widogast x reader #the mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein #caleb widogast #frumpkin

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nott-another-critical-role-blog · 3 years

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Just A Reading (Mollymauk x GN! Reader)

May’s Notes: Literally when I first started listening to this campaign, Mollymauk instantly became my favorite! I love our wonderful purple tiefling! 💜

Summary: When getting a card reading from Mollymauk, it looks as if the cards are trying to tell you something...

Content Warning: Light swearing (but this is Critical Role, so there’s always going to be swearing lol)

“Oh, come now! Just a single reading?”

You sighed and turned your gaze towards the tiefling. “A card reading?” you repeated, looking at his confident face, “Are you serious?”

Mollymauk shrugged, shuffling his cards in his hands. “When am I ever serious?” he replied, smirking a bit playfully as his red eyes glanced at you, “But we do have a lot of time to kill, so why not have a bit of fun with it?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back in the chair you sat in. The tavern you two were in was a bit busy, customers enjoying themselves to the drinks. You and Molly were the only two of the Mighty Nein in the entire tavern, the others leaving to stock up on more supplies for the coin you’ve just received from an earlier quest.

You pondered for a second as Mollymauk continued to look at you with his smirk. You knew that he doesn’t truly commune with any deity when doing a reading and that he would simply be playing around. However, he did have a good point; the others would be gone for a while longer and it’s not like you have a lot of free time anymore with all the quests and traveling you do. What could a simple card reading do? Besides, it’s not like there’s going to be accurate at all.

You rolled your eyes a bit and dropped your arms, gently scooting your chair closer to the table. “Fine, what have I got to lose?”

Mollymauk’s lips pulled into the signature charming smile, making your face warm just a tad bit. “That’s the spirit,” he said, stopping his shuffle to fully turn to you, “And I know the exact reading that you need!”

You raised your eyebrow, unable to hold back an amused smirk. “Oh, a reading I need? Now what kind of reading do I need, Mollymauk Tealeaf?”

Molly chuckled a bit at your teasing, immediately pulling out a card. “Now, where’s the fun in telling you what kind of reading you’ll get? The more fun it’ll be for both of us if it’s more mysterious, right?”

You returned his chuckle, resting your elbow on the table and resting your head on your hand. “Whatever you say. Just tell me what you “see” already.”

Mollymauk smirked and turned the card over, showing a sphinx on top of the centered circle on the card. On each corner was another creature, all reading. Underneath the circle was a dog-like creature, it’s human body curving with the center circle. “I see, the Wheel of Fortune!” Molly began, waving his hand theatrically, “An excellent card! You’ve recently been through a change in your life, fate pulling you out of your normal life into a new cycle in life.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his actions, shaking your head as he just stated the obvious. After all, you’ve told him that after one night on watch together, opening yourself to the tiefling. He practically knew everything about you, with a few exceptions. “I see, I see,” you joked, fake amazement in your tone as you nodded, “That’s so true! Please, tell me more!”

Mollymauk rolled his eyes and wagged his finger, tsking a bit. “Now, now, my dear (y/n), have patience! That card simply tells the past! Now, let me tell you your present!”

You held your hands up, leaning back in calmness. Molly shook his head a bit as he pulled out another card, exposing it. This time, the card is reversed, the naked woman on the card reaching in the pond as the star above her is large. “The Star in reverse,” he continued, raising an eyebrow to you, “The card in reverse signifies insecurity in oneself, perhaps thinking that they are unworthy of someone’s love and admiration. Because of this, you are afraid of any feelings you might have for someone, thinking that they would not accept your flaws that you see.”

As Mollymauk said this, you felt your stomach drop a bit at each word he said. You knew he was good at reading people, but this was scarily too accurate. It was also true that you’ve recently felt feelings for a certain member of the Nein, but there’s no way he’d return them. Besides, he can’t possibly know... right?

You began to chuckle nervously, trying to stay calm. “T-That’s pretty extreme, Molly. Um, what kind of reading is this, again?”

Molly watched your every move, slowly making you feel a bit uncomfortable. “You’ll figure out soon enough. Now for the final card.”

You watched as he swiftly pulled the last card, turning it so hard that it practically was slammed on the table, making you flinch. When your eyes landed on the card, you immediately realized what he meant. The card showed two people holding hands, standing naked next to each other. A snake hangs above them and they were in a forested like area, the sun shining bright in the card.

As you realized the kind of reading Mollymauk meant, you got up quickly. “M-Maybe I should get going,” you tried to excuse, smiling to hide your panicked state, “This was super fun-“

You tried to pull back, but Molly grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes. “Please, let me finish,” he insisted, a bit of forcefulness in his tone that didn’t match his soft red eyes.

You swallowed a bit of saliva that was in your mouth and you nodded, reluctantly moving back to your seat as you looked at the table. Mollymauk’s grip loosened on your wrist, but he moved his hand to yours and he gently ran his thumb on your slightly sweating palm soothingly. You heard his voice begin to describe the card in a softer tone, “The Lovers card. This card in a love reading signifies balance between love and work, love and family, or even the relationship you want or are in. It also helps you understand your feelings in your current relationship and how you have found the person who would balance you perfectly, and vice versa. In the end, you and your potential partner make a perfectly balanced relationship that will work for you.”

As he finished saying this, you felt your hand being raised and a pair of lips on your palm, making you look up in surprise. You watch as Mollymauk then places another kiss on your fingertips, your face heating up in his sudden affection. “W-What are you doing?” you asked, unable to move.

Molly let out a tired sigh and smirked a bit, winking as he looked at your reaction. “I swear, for being so smart, you’re rather clueless to the obvious. Do I need to be more clear to show you my mutual feelings?” When you didn’t answer, he sighed again. “I guess I have to.”

With that, he stood up abruptly and moved his hand to the front of your cloak, pulling you up from your seat as well. In a second, your felt his warm lips on yours, his kiss hard since it was so sudden. However, he did soften a bit and waited for your reaction. It was finally then when you closed your eyes, returning the kiss hesitantly. You felt his smirk and he tilted your head slightly just to playfully bite your lower lip. You let out a tiny squeak in surprise and Molly chuckled as he pulled away, amusement on his face. “There,” he teased, patting your cheek affectionately, “I’m sure that’ll clear things up now.”

You watch as he began packing away his cards, still a bit dazed by the kiss. When you finally calmed down, your face burned harshly in embarrassment as you glared at the tiefling. “You’ve known this entire time and didn’t tell me?” you asked, irritation in your tone.

Mollymauk smirked and slid his cards away, moving around the table to wrap his arm around your waist. “Of course I did. You’re not subtle at all, (y/n). Besides, did you honestly think I’d not be dramatic to express my affections? Who do you think I am?”

Your eyes narrowed even more before you turned your head, looking away from him with a pout. “You’re such an ass sometimes, Mollymauk Tealeaf.”

You heard Molly’s chuckle and lips on your temple, your stomach fluttering at the feeling. “But now I’m your ass, so you better get used to it, darling.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement, a smile forming uncontrollably. All of this from a stupid card reading...

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Thanks for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed! ❤️

~May ❤️

#critical role #critical role x reader #cr imagines #cr hcs #cr oneshots #cr the mighty nein #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #mollymauk tealeaf #mollymauk x reader #light swearing #tw light swearing #light swearing tw #may writes #thanks for reading! ❤️#I hope y’all enjoyed! ❤️

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a-write-for-soreeyes · 3 years

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HDYWTDT? - Critical Role Cast x Platonic!Reader [Gender Neutral]

An// I am back from talking about MCYTs for one day only!! To give you a 500 word Critical Role fic lmao.

AN// your DnD characters name is Lex as it is the most gender neutral name I could come up with!

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“Ok, and that’s Ashley’s turn done. Which means it is,,, y/n! Your turn.” Matt says as he looks up from the miniature battlefield on the table before us to look me in the eye.

“Ok, roll to hit.”

“Oh god.” I whisper as I grab my coloured D20, shaking it and letting it fall into my dice container. Feeling Liam put his hand on my shoulder as we wait for the tiny plastic to decide mine, and the rest of the Mighty Nein’s fate. Seeing the tiny die come to a stop I hear Liam let out a loud laugh as voices saying, “NO FUCKING WAY” “MATTHEW DUDE” “HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE” as I hold my arms in the air yelling “NAT 20. NAT 20 BABEYYY. PLUS MY +3 HIT MODIFIER. 23!”

“NO WAY. Y/N. NO WAY.” Matthew says as he leans over to check, getting his shoulders shaken by Travis as he breathes out a laugh. “Ok then. Roll damage!”

“Come on y/n! You got this!” Marisha yelled words of encouragement.

“Ok that’s, 18. Plusss,,,12.”

“30” Sam says from my left,

“Plus…FUCK OFF. NO WAY.” I yell as I clamber up on my chair.

“Y/N. DID YOU GET ANOTHER NAT 20???” Matthew yelled as Laura looks at me with shock before looking at the die and then back at me.

“MR MERCER. YES THAT WAS. Which means that I have done,,, FIFTY points of damage!” I say excitedly as I put my legs back on the floor, waiting in silent suspense for Matthew to decide our fate.

“So y/n.” He starts letting out a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead. “Oh god.” I head Talisin whisper out from beside me as we all begin to hang our heads, waiting for my character to be pummeled by the gigantic ice dragon,

“How do you want to do this?” Hearing cheers and yells go up around the table as we all stand and start high-fiving, feeling Liam wrap his arm around me giving a shaky hug before turning to Marisha and Travis giving them high-fives. Then feeling my body turned towards the other side of the table as Talisin, Sam and Ashley give me a huge group hug before sitting down waiting impatiently for me to say how I finish the huge 15 story tall Ice Dragon off.

“So as I JUMP off of the cliffside I raise my long sword above my head pulling it as FAR back as possible before yelling, ‘THIS. IS FOR THE MIGHTY NEIN.” Cheers erupt around the table overwhelming Matthews laughs, “and I bring my longsword down right on its neck!”

“And as Lex brings their sword down right on its neck you see it pass through it’s body like a bolt of lightning, BOOM! Before the ear splitting noise the dragon was making fall into complete silence in a second. And as Lex lands gracefully on the ground kneeling on one knee, standing up to their full height you see the dragons ginormous head fall onto the ground behind them with a loud booming squelch and a small rain of blue blood falls onto Lex’s clothing and armour, coating their pure white hair with blue flecks of dragons blood.” As we look at him describe the feat feeling as though we are there, able to feel the last bit of warmth leave the dragons dead body Matt says, “and that is where we’ll have to end this session tonight.”

“Goodnight everyone.”

#critical role #CR #mighty nein #critical role campaign 2 #critical role c2 #mighty nein x reader #critical role x reader #jester lavorre #beauregard lionett #mollymaulk tealeaf #caleb widowgast #fjord stone #cr yasha #cr nott #Matthew Mercer

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justahumblebard · 4 years

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Grief

Mollymauk Tealeaf X Fem!reader

Spoilers for episode 26

Guess who decided to make herself sad today

Staring at the colorful fabric in your hand; tears well in your eyes as a sob builds up in your chest. It is grief in it most basic form. You had been so busy the past few month that you had not been able to process his death. Today however it hit you head on as you decorated the empty room that you had been given. Holding the colorful coat close to your chest you sob; you had found a beautiful tapestry dedicated to the Moonweaver in the market and on impulsive purchased it, because it reminded you of him. Now you sit on the bed clutching a well-worn coat to your chest breath hitching as a broken sob comes forth. You missed him, you missed his warm, you missed the life he brought into any room that he entered. It hurt, like someone had stuck a knife in your chest and twisted the blade. It felt like he was taken from you far too soon. Memories flood your memories of time spent with him

The first time you met him he was staggering out of the woods covered in grave dirt muttering empty over and over. You and Gustav quickly realized that he had no recollection of who he was or what happened to him. You watched him grow from a hollow shell to a vibrant colorful soul. Your relationship started with a simple flower. Before he had even started talking you found yourself fond of the purple tiefling. One night before a show you felt a tug on the sleeve of your robe as you were getting ready. There stood a timid looking tiefling holding a beautiful rose out to you. It was the soft kiss you placed on his forehead that lead to a lasting relationship. “Love you.” Was one of the first things that he said to you when he found his voice. It still remained one of his favorite things to tell you whenever he saw the opportunity. Along the way you added Yasha to your loveable group of misfits; Mollymauk adopting the tall women, taking her under his colorful wing. You helped her adjust to life with the circus and she became one of your closest friends.

Then you met the Mighty Nein, a rag tag group of misfits you found in a small tavern in Trostenwald. You never could have imagined the adventures that you would get into with that group. Mollymauk getting arrested that night had been an unfortunate consequence. You barley managed to not be drug away in chains that night. You never expected a member of your circus would turn out to be a fiend, or that you would have to comfort the small dwarven girl that had befriended him when you had to kill him. After that the circus had to disband and you found a family with the group of misfits you found in the bar.

The name ‘The Mighty Nein’ came along the way when you finally had to establish yourselves as a group. You truly became a family of misfits after that and wacky adventures ensured as you made your way through the city of Zadash. Molly making everything brighter and more lighthearted along the way. During your time in the city the two of you snuck out on several dates and in a moment of impulse decided to get married secretly with only Yasha as a witness. Life seemed to be so bright and colorful with Molly in it. Time seemed to move impossibly fast, but he was there for you during every moment with a warm arm wrapped around your waist. There were times when you looked forward to your future together with him. You kept having reoccurring dreams of a small purple infant sleeping soundly in tattooed arms, that brought a warm fuzzy feeling to your chest.

Soft loving kisses and whispers of a family and the future were shared often between each other on the road in the moments before going to sleep surrounded by your friends. You never realized how much you needed to cherish those moments or how few it would feel like you have. Traveling through the swamp and back making new friends along the way. Having fun in Hupperdook and waking up realizing someone had stolen Molly’s purse. Moments traveling with this small makeshift family would turn into memories that you would cling to so that you could remember him.

Everything changed after leaving Hupperdook. Your last night on the road with Molly has burned itself in memories. It had been a normal day. You had picked up supplies and traveled further down the road. You had set up camp in a relatively open area as you were traveling through grasslands. You had volunteered to take first watch with Jester.

“Love you” Molly kissed you before heading off to the tent that you were going to share.

“Love you too.” You smiled watching the colorful tiefling walk away from you.

Those were the last words you spoke to him. You never saw them coming when the Iron shepherds kidnapped Yasha, Fjord, Jester, and you. You fell unconscious with a quick strike to the back of your head. Being the champion to the Raven Queen you were lucky when your goddess shielded your mind from the torment that you and your friends were going through. It was only after your friends rescued you were you given the news. It did not sink in that Molly was dead until you reached where they had buried him. Standing there looking at the mound of dirt it felt like you could not breathe, staring at the coat blowing in the wind your heart broke and you screamed falling to your knees in front of the grave. You put up a fight when they wanted to leave the coat behind. Caleb was the one who grabbed it off the stick they had used as a marker and handed it to you. You clutched the coat to your chest the whole way to Zadash feeling lost and broken. You did not know what to do when Yasha left as well; you just felt numb. For two weeks you felt nothing but numbness, your friends trying to help you out of your grief. Caduceus your new friend trying hard to help you deal with your grief to no avail.

Traveling was what distracted you from your grief. Leaving Zadash you found life to be moving too quickly for you to have to deal with your grief rather pushing it to the back of your mind. It wasn’t until you were putting together your room and you went to ask Molly a question, realizing that you would never get an answer. Once the tears started it seemed impossible to get them to stop. You can’t hear the soft knock or the door opening.

“Y/n” Yasha’s soft voice breaks through your cries. Her large form slowly moves into the room as to not startle you. With your friend moving into the room you make your way into her arms crying into her shoulder still clutching the coat. Strong arms wrap around your form holing you close whispering softly in celestial to you

“We didn’t get to say good-bye.” You sob into her shoulder “We didn’t get to say goodbye.”

You feel her rest her head against yours and a few tears fall onto your hair

“I know.” She whispers.

“How do you deal with this pain. How do you deal with the gaping hole.” You voice breaks as you look at her eyes red, tears running down your cheeks.

“You don’t. The pain never goes away, it just gets easier to deal with.” A calloused hand wipes away your tears. She wraps her arms tightly around you and you burry your face into her shoulder tears soaking through her shirt as your cry.

Yasha stays with you the rest of the day letting you cry and scream and deal with the grief of loosing Molly. The rest of the Nein checked in on you every now and then, making sure everything is going to be alright. Caduceus came in at one point to help Yasha comfort you and to help you work out your grief. Eventually you cry yourself to sleep, Yasha staying in your room the remainder of the night keeping a silent guard over you as you clutch the coat close to you in your sleep.

#mollymauk x reader #critical role x reader #critical role imagine #critical role #mollymauk tealeaf

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demigoddessqueens · 9 months

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we've seen modern vox machina...

But what about modern mighty nein?👀👀

Yesss!!! I love this idea!

A/n - this is a continuation off a VM ask about what to do modern au date-wise

Caleb

A shy library date where you steal his cardigans/jumpers if you’re ever cold

Fjord

Any type of water-based activities or spending a day at the beach

Jester

Shopping trips, self love & care days where you spoil each other

Essek

I feel like he would get deep into philosophical talks with you, and even if it’s not your strong suit, he just wants someone to talk to

Yasha

Either perks from Molly for dates, or it’s a more quieter scene to be together

Nott/Veth

Maybe a winery bar of sorts that offers some intimate ambience

Cadeuces

Tea shop dates and nature walks! But it’s always the scenic routes

Beauregard

I feel like any date place quiet or intimate is also for her too

Mollymauk/Kingsley

I feel like he would be big on the entertainment scene so a lot of dates

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peach-the-owl · 4 years

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The child reader x mighty nein is really wholesome! This is a first time we got a child reader for Mighty Nein! I'm not sure if you okay with request, but think you can do a birthday surprise with mighty Nein? As in a whole group together to throw a surprise party for child reader?

Omg my first request! Thank you so so much for liking my Child of the Nein stuff, I feel this world needs some more wholesomeness in it. Please do feel free to suggest things I may not get to write everything right away but I’ll do my best. I hope this is what you’re looking for 😁

(Also kleiner means little one, if I translated properly and (f/f) is favourite flavour)

Birthday Surprise

Mighty Nein & Child!Reader

Being on the road with a bunch of adventurers usually meant things went by pretty fast and sometimes important days were forgotten… or so you thought. You where in Xhorhas for a few days on one of those rare break times from adventures, and you where happily playing a game of tag with Jester and Nott. You dash towards the kitchen to get away but before you could Caleb steps through the door blocking your path.

"Kleiner, what are you doing?"

"I’m playing tag, and Jester's it so I gotta go before she catches me." You say, trying to wedge around him, he still doesn’t move. You look up and pout at him, hoping you can sway him to let you through.

"You can continue your game, but not in the kitchen, you might break something." You knew he was right you just didn’t like how firmly he spoke. With a sigh you turn to find another area to keep away from she who is it only to see Nott run up to you and tap your shoulder before darting off yelling that you’re now it. You yell your payback as you chase after her.

Today was fun, but you’d noticed that everyone was a bit off, you couldn’t place why but they just seemed off. They wouldn’t let you into the kitchen or the rooftop garden either, it was weird and when you’d ask they just give you some half-baked excuse before someone else would come and distract you with a different activity. But you were getting impatient feeling like you were stuck inside all day, or night it's always hard to tell here, either way after your rigorous day(?) of activities Jester suggested you go shopping with her. It was nice going out and to your surprise Fjord decided to tag along too, he said it was to keep an eye out so Jester didn’t buy everything in sight, seemed believable enough to you. Your little trip went well Jester asking for your opinion on different objects whether it was little trinkets, bobbles, clothes and even a few magical items. When you’d give your opinion on if you liked it or not she’d place it back where she found it and would drag you along to the next item, you figured this was because of Fjords rule, speaking of Fjord you seemed to have lost track of him.

"Hey Jester, where'd Fjord go?"

"Fjord's a big boy, he can take care of himself." Jester states, waving off your concerns.

"But how will he know when we have to go back?" You looked to the sky and was once again reminded there was no way for you to tell time in this city of endless night. Looking back to Jester, it appeared as though she was looking off into space, when her focus came back she gives a little giggle. You tilt your head in confusion.

"Don’t worry, I’ll just use Sending to get a message to Fjord." She gives you a devious smile, you can only imagine what crazy things she’ll add with her short word limit. She casts the spell and you walk a little away from her, covering your ears to avoid anything dirty she might say. When she’s done she scoops you up into her arms, both shocking you and enlisting a fit of giggles before placing you back onto the ground and the two of you walk back to the Xhorhaus.

When you step inside everything is quiet, no chatter from the Nein, no clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen. You look around confused and are about to ask Jester where everyone was but find that she too has disappeared, and wonder how she did so as fast and sneakily as she did. You wander around a little but still find no one so you decide to try the rooftop garden, when heading up you swear you hear someone scuffle away from the door, and with one swift motion you push it open…

"SURPRISE!!!!" You’re immediately greeted to a beautifully decorated garden and the sweet smell of cake and other goodies, everyone looking at you expectantly, you even noticed Essek was amongst the group. You take a second to stare trying to piece together what was going on, then you notice the homemade banner saying 'Happy Birthday (y/n)' and everything fell into place.

"You did this for me?" If it were possible your jaw would’ve dropped to the floor. Having forgotten to get up out of the doorway Yasha strolls over and picks you up, giving you a rare and sweet smile.

"Well duh, you only bothered us about it for the past week." Beau pipes up only to be elbowed by Molly who quickly interjects.

"What Beau means to say is, yes of course we did. I handled the lovely decor." He gives a proud smile.

"We handled the decorations." Beau corrects, earning a shrug from the flamboyant tiefling.

"I made you a cake, if I remember you said (f/f) was your favourite kind." Caduceus steps in holding a delicious looking (f/f) cake. "Sorry we had to keep you away, we didn’t want to ruin the surprise." You couldn’t find words for this so you settle for just shaking your head and give him a smile as a way of saying it was ok. Caduceus goes to set down the cake and your attention is directed to a small pile of both well and poorly wrapped presents. A feeling of excitement washes over you as you point to them and practically jump on the balls of your feet in a silent question.

"I think the child would like to open thier gifts first." Essek states rather blankly, he may not be the best with these types of things but at least he’s trying. Caleb hands you the first gift and the moment you open it you recongnize the object as one you specifically liked from your shopping spree, you look towards Jester and Fjord.

"I was a pretty good actress wasn’t I." Jester smiles with her hands triumphantly on her hips.

"We had all decided to pitch in some gold for a few gifts, but of course Jester went a little overboard in the options so we slimmed it down a little." Fjord explains. Your smile just gets bigger and you give everyone a hug, after opening the rest of your gifts of course.

Finally it was cake time, Caleb using his magic to light the candles and Nott getting swatted away for being a little too eager to get her hands on a slice. Jester starts to sing happy birthday with Molly and Nott joining in, purposely singing off key but you loved it all the same. This was hands down the best birthday you’ve ever experienced and you got to share it with your crazy but loveable found family. With the festivities coming to a close and a cake that still needed its candles blown out there was only one thing left for them to say.

"Make a wish (y/n)."

Did I over do this a little? Maybe. Did I stay up into the wee hours of the morning to finish it? Yes. Do I regret it? Nope.

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saphirered · 2 years

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Cat and Songbird

Request// Masquerade (16) for Caleb but make it spicy.

For some reason the tumblr tech demons decided that answering this request was too much to ask so we’ll do it like this I guess. Fair warning, this to date I think is the most spicy I’ve written (which is still pretty mild I think) so let me know if you like it and want to see more! 😘

The air weighs heavy with responsibilities, the gazes of strangers and familiar faces alike. King Bertrand Dwendal’s annual Masquerade is an event when invited it is ill advised to refuse attendance. Loyalties might be questioned and when the king’s loyalists already keep an eye on one, it is best to just oblige. Unlike most of his associates Caleb cannot feign a venture on a ship far away where this invite would not reach him. Given he’d rather not give any of the monsters and enablers that linger in the shadows a reason to be rid of him, he shall keep his best manners and attend along with the other Academy invitees. Lucky for him he does not have to suffer through this night alone. Letting loose has never been his specialty, not when it lacks copious amounts of drowned regrets and terrible decision making but it does not take a genius to figure out this is not the environment to do so. It’s not some coping mechanism that allows him to sit this through.

It takes but one glance as the beauty in his arms, the one who follows every step of the string quartet sets out through the rhythms and beats. You, of course had earned your invitation and had made your own statement. A mask of hazel, orange and brown feathers allude to a songbird. Your garments are the colours of bronze, golds and oranges akin to flames. It is as much a political statement as it is a tease to him. You made these choices very deliberately and you look absolutely divine. You’ve caught the gaze of many attendees and were given even more compliments. Caleb hears the whispers among the crowd even now. They are right. The mere sight of you, your lips curling up in satisfaction, it sparks a fire in his chest.

“Something amiss?” You ask, the undertone in your voice all too innocent.

“How many hearts will you be breaking tonight?” Caleb retorts with a hint of intrigue and amusement. Your smile only feeds the flames and you close a bit of the distance the dance required, not quite inappropriately but definitely noticeable.

“As many as it takes? I haven’t quite decided yet.” You muse as you spin under Caleb’s arm. This time your back ends against his chest. You can feel his breath on your shoulder and when you turn your head to face him, you stare right into his eyes. Not even a feline mask can hide those blues, if anything they pop more. He’s breathless. Of course you always thought him handsome but there’s something now, something that places him in this setting, in this castle surrounded by these people that makes the entire room pale in comparison. Caleb has been prone to fading into the background when he wants to, and sometimes you would join him there, sometimes he would join you in the spotlight but now, he may have caught onto the whispers about you, but you have noticed something of your own too.

The courtiers whisper, talk and gossip; The cat’s caught the precious songbird. The latest transmutation teacher at the Academy certainly chooses his company well. It’s a surprise he managed to get your attention. The two of you look a little more familiar with each other than one ought to be in a formal setting, is there some prior connection? You catch onto them all. Each and every one of them makes you want to put on a show. Give them something to gossip about but you won’t drag Caleb into that mess. For now you’ll have to be satisfied with this display. Your lips are so close to his and you resist the urge to lean in and close the gap like you normally would have done. Instead the dance continues and you spin once more, instantly missing the warmth of his body close to yours, the memories of all the times where you would feel his warmth against your skin, his hands roaming and yours too. The desire for that touch grows but you would not be where you are today if you were so easily thwarted by a simple desire to connect to another so intimately.

“What is the use of these masks if everyone knows who you are anyway?” You complain and that comment extracts a rare laugh from the wizard.

“Because no matter where you go, your radiance draws the attention of even the most unperceptive of people. Anyone would be foolish not to recognise it.” Caleb speaks as if it is a scientific fact proven time and time again. To him it is. Anyone would be foolish not to see your beauty, inside and out.

“You’ve been polishing your social skills. Flattery will get you everywhere in this company.” You tease which in reply leads to Caleb squeezing your side. Were you less composed you might have jumped or squealed but none but him notice your response, as you offer him a playful glare.

“Is that why you’ve denied anyone who’s asked for a dance but me?” The look you give twists his insides in ways only you could. It is provocative. It is teasing. It is uniquely you and you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“I’ve denied them because they make incredibly dull company. However if you must know my true reasoning, you keep me on my best behaviour.”

“How so?”

“From the moment I’ve walked in here I’ve wanted to cause a scene, meddle in the affairs of this court the way they do in others, in mine. If they are to gossip, then I want it to be under my terms, not theirs. If they want a show, I’d give them a show. But you keep at bay the reckless, selfish desires by simply being here, with me because you distract me from all that’s around. Fools may whisper compliments and inappropriate desires but they fall on deaf ears when my mind is occupied with your presence.” You click your tongue as another dance ends. You take a bow and someone approaches to cut in.

“No thank you.” You say to the stranger before they can even ask, and place your hand in Caleb’s pulling him along and away from the dance floor. The sea of people parts for you just enough to weave through to a more secluded area of the ballroom.

“You would be perfectly content causing a scandal out of spite?” You shrug and Caleb gives you an amused look. He’s not surprised with your antics. You’ve got a thing for theatrics but they are always well calculated, and anticipated. You wield your words like he wields his magic and it is the most beautiful thing to him. Seeing you at work, to command a room full of people to your attention, to be so powerful to need not the spells of masters but simply radiate that presence you have so naturally, he admires it, he worships it. But he too acknowledges it comes with a pressure he may not fully comprehend and he can accept that because he sees the effects on you.

“Is that what you wish? Give them something to gossip about?” Caleb adds as you lean your back against the pillar behind you. You look at him in all seriousness.

“Nothing would satisfy me more.” Caleb takes a step closer to you. His fingers brush along yours as you clasp them in front of you. You brush your’s back against his until you clasp one of his hands between yours, running just the faintest touch along his palm. Shivers run down his spine when your touch is like a breath; so light and so faint yet so present. His lips part, and a sigh escapes. His eyes bore into yours. “Though, I can think of one more satisfying thing.”

A light tug on his hand enclosed in yours invites him closer and he does not deny you. Whatever semi-appropriate distance you previously kept is gone now. You stand toe to toe, your body between Caleb and your back against the cool stone of the pillar, though there’s no tension, no, hesitation or anything other than invitation. You’re holding back. You’re giving him the choice to step away, or choose the next course of action as he becomes more and more aware of the eye’s you’re catching and the new whispers that continue spreading. He chooses to ignore them because when you stare into his eyes, when you silently ask him; what does he want, he knows exactly what he wants. You wanted to give these people something to talk about, he will give them something to talk about.

His breath fans your face, ever so lightly as he leans closer. He checks your eyes for any hesitation but you assure as he finds none. You push the final bit, and place your lips against his, once, twice, three times and the kiss deepens. The hand clasped between yours you lace your fingers with while you allow your other to wrap around his neck pulling him closer against you. His other hand finds the small of your back as he helps you close that distance and arch your back. Now you really hear the whispers spread but they become but background noise when his tongue presses against your lips and you oblige the request with enthusiasm. You don’t know if it’s minutes or hours as time becomes irrelevant but eventually you pull apart.

“I’ve grown tired of this ‘esteemed’ company. What you say we find a more quiet place?” You suggest and with the look you get from Caleb, you don’t wait for a reply when you grab his hand once more and pull him along. You know the layout of this castle well enough to find somewhere as secluded as can be in this place. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you and you couldn’t care less. Neither could Caleb in this moment because his attention is entirely on you.

Up the stairs, down the corridors where few would wander without destination you find an alcove overlooking the city. The stars are the only direct light offered but it’s just enough to see. You run your fingers along the closures of Caleb’s coat, undoing them one by one and pushing the garment off his shoulders. He makes no effort to stop you nor does he have any intentions to but he has to because somehow some part of his conscious mind, although completely caught up in your presence, considers the repercussions of what choices you’re making now.

“Are you sure?” He dances his fingers along the string of your mask, carefully untying the ribbon until it comes undone and he lifts the feathers and filigree from your gorgeous features. You look at him through your lashes, almost pleadingly.

“Does it look like I have any doubts?” He sets your mask aside and you wrap your arms around his neck, undoing the fastenings of his as you trace the design while slowly removing it. You can see the dusting of red across his cheeks but there’s not a single ounce of doubt written across his face. You know where he stands. You know where you stand. His concern for your wellbeing and potentially, status after this; when you’ve publicly ran off with someone of his standings, his reputation despite all social judgements, his concern is adorable. You kiss his cheek, and along his jawline and down his neck, finding the right spots you know all too well.

“I mean about here, right now.” His breath catches as you gaze just the spot and he feels your lips curling against his skin before you pull back, clasp his face between your hands and lean close to him. His hands fall to your waist, stroking along your sides.

“If anyone walks in, they can look the other way if it bothers them.” You don’t need to tell him twice as his fingers come around to deal with the closures of your outer garment. You rapidly help him alleviate you from these constrictive layers, and once you are, you wrap your legs around his hips. Caleb catches you, allowing you to lean your back against the wall, as his lips now trail down your neck and shoulder, extracting moan after moan. His fingers press into your thighs and behind massaging the supple skin that reveals more and more by your undergarments lifting but you care little.

“You are far too overdressed.” You comment between a gasp. You swear your neck and shoulders will be covered in love bites for days to come but you care little. They’ll be a reminder of your little adventure at the castle. Perhaps they’ll further encourage the gossipers too. They’ll know exactly who gave them to you, and you will show them off with pride.

“Then do something about it.” Is all the reply you get between kisses. You roll your eyes and pull yourself out of his grasp. You place your hands on Caleb’s chest and push him against the opposite wall. Unceremoniously you undo the buttons of his vest, letting your hands trail up and down his chest, leaving trails of fire as you go.

You untuck his shirt from the waistband of his trousers and he helps you pull it over his head, discarding the garment to the side. This time you bring your lips to his neck, over his shoulder and begin to trail kisses down his chest, paying attention to spots you know to be sensitive or responsive to your touch until his knees feel weak and Caleb is thankful for the wall behind him. You lower yourself as your kisses follow the trail left by your fingertips until they find his the laces of his trousers and pull at the string. With little effort they come undone and you look up at him. You look gorgeous, not because of your attire, or lack thereof, not because of the position you’re in. You look beautiful because when he looks at you he sees confidence, he sees control. You deserve to be admired. You deserve to be worshipped and that’s exactly what he intends to do, once you’ll let him.

“Are you sure?” You ask almost teasingly because you already know the answer to that question. Caleb’s already given you an answer and when he traces a thumb over your cheek, cups your face so lovingly you give him a wicked grin. It’s as if he was not aware how painfully constricting his trousers had become until you release him from those confines. He did not truly grasp the extend of his longing for you tonight until you wrap your lips around him and suddenly he can breathe again. Upon that breath he whispers your name and with a renewed vigour you fulfil that desire for more. You will do it with love and care and admiration every step of the way.

#critical role x reader #caleb widogast x reader #mighty nein x reader #caleb widowgast #mighty nein #critrole x reader #critical role x y/n #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic

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imarvelatthesight · 4 years

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Monster

A/N: Hope everyone is doing okay! I know times are tough, but so are you. I’m trying my hand at writing for Critical Role, so we’ll see how this goes.

Warnings: Spiders

Pairing: Caleb Widogast x female!reader

The day had been long and hushed. The Mighty Nein had decided to take a day off. For you, this meant cuddling up to your boyfriend.

Caleb would disappear periodically, to visit his friends you supposed, and return with items. A new book, a flower, a drink, you name it. He had left for the fourth time when you finally got bored enough to get up.

You paced around your shared room in the tavern you’d stopped in. The wizard’s stuff was strewn across a singular desk; his books lay open with scribbles and minuscule drawings presenting themselves.

Frumpkin interrupted your thoughts by rubbing against your ankles. “Hi Frumpy. What’re you doing my dear?” You bent down to pet him. As your fingers ran through the soft orange fur, a small figure appeared in the corner of your eye.

Your whole body was frozen in fear. With one swift movement, you leapt on to your bed and let out an ear piercing scream. The sound caused Frumpkin to scatter out of the room. “Caleb!” You cried.

It took mere moments for your lover to reach the door, his eyes wide and his breath heaving. “What’s wrong, meine liebe? Are you injured? Are you ill?” You could almost see his heart beating out of his chest.

Your shaking hands pointed to the space beneath the desk. “A monster, Caleb! There’s a m-monster in our room!” Flames erupted from the wizard’s hands. He slowly inched over toward the desk, peering quickly under before dropping his defensive stance.

“Y/N, you do understand that is a spider, right?” Caleb raised an eyebrow at you. A small smile was beginning to creep on to his face.

You frowned, scooting closer to the wall. “Please Caleb, please get it out of here.” You whined. Your boyfriend tilted his head, now fully smiling.

“Well, alright. Just because you are too cute to deny.” Caleb scooped the spider up in his hands, briskly walking out of the room with Frumpkin in tow. When he returned, he sat on the bed beside you. Your arms quickly linked around his shoulders.

“Don’t leave me again Caleb, another monster might appear.” You mumbled.

“I feel like you’re just saying that to keep me here, but I will gladly stay by your side.” He pecked your lips. He went to kiss you again when Beau appeared in the door frame.

“Who screamed?”

#critical role #critical role x reader #critical role imagine #caleb widogast x reader #caleb widogast imagine

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love-fireflysong · 3 years

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H, N, O, U, X, and Y, please! Yes, I'm greedy with my curiosity.

iH - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

Hmmm. I suppose I tend to go more video game wise now that I think of it. Maybe cause it gives me a firm understanding of a character and world, having had time to familiarize myself with it over 60+ hours in most cases! That isn’t to say that I don’t delve into the stuff from books or tv shows though, cause I definitely do! Some of my earliest stuff was built from tv shows and animes and book series after all. But I think that I need to carve time out in order to watch a show, or read a book, whereas with a video game I’m down to play whenever.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I want some more Climbing Chrash, I need some more Climbing Chrash. Virtually everyone who’s been doing this has been listing them as one of their top pairings so why aren’t there any fics for them? We need to get onto this people!

...more soft Chrashley. That’s it. That is so my kink and I love them being soft and trusting towards one another and it fuels me. Not enough people write about them like that, and yes I am including me into that statement akjshdkajshda.

Actually some more Chrashley in general would be nice lol. There’s been such a dry spell over on ao3 with virtually nothing having been posted in months. It makes me sad :(

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

Friends - Sixlight (Oh has this got some nice Emily vibes! Could also work for Josh I suppose, but I love this for Emily coming back to blackwood in the game!)

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Saya Takagi - Highschool of the Dead

Vex’ahlia - Critical Role

Percy Jackson - Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Yoshiki Kishinuma - Corpse Party

Keele Zeibel - Tales of Eternia

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

The entire cast of Dragon Age Origins

The entire cast of Persona 5

The entire cast of Until Dawn

The entire cast of Tales of Phantasia

The entire cast of Zero Escape (except Ace... and Eric... okay and maybe Dio)

The entire cast of Corpse Party

The entire cast of Ace Attorney

The entire cast of the Vox Machina campaign of Critical Role

The entire cast of Tales of Eternia

The entire cast of Final Fantasy VIII

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

I mean Borderlands is certainly a big one lol. The Untamed is another, Marvel obviously, whatever is going on with the Mighty Nein in Critical Role’s second campaign, and Dimension 20.

#asks #wacem #i know what the question said and i dont care #i am that meme about the kid and their sister who would die for literally anything personified #you throw a cast of characters in front of me and expect me to not immediately latch on to them?#and swear to protect them all with my dying breath?#no they are my children now and i love them fuck you

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themoonlovemuses · 4 years

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Sea Shanties (Fjord X Reader)

Summary: Concerned for Fjord and the future after the events at the temple under the Diver’s Grave, you decide to head up to the deck of the ball eater and play a melody while you stare across the ocean. Little do you know, a certain someone is also unable to sleep tonight.

Author’s Note: This beautiful art of the the main half-orc himself was done by ABD-Illustrates; an artist I absolutely love, so please check his stuff out here if you get a moment.

As the waves crashed against the sides of the ship, the mighty nein slept peacefully, dreaming of the future and what the world had to offer them once they docked into Nicodranas tomorrow. For some, like Nott who had been downing the whiskey from her flask of perpetual booze since they got back onto the ball eater, sleep came easy. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they weren’t quite as lucky as their little goblin friend. All night since they returned to the ball eater, they had been tossing and turning in their sleep. And eventually, (Y/N) gave up on finding sleep and sat up in their hammock. They never did fare well on ships in the past, but (Y/N) knew that this was completely different from their usual bouts of sea sickness.

Having thought long and hard about what on earth could be causing the restlessness they had, they finally came to the conclusion that it had to be about the thoughts that were still wheedling at their brain; their concern for Fjord.

Even though Fjord discussed his intentions about what he was doing with Uk'otoa, (Y/N) was still concerned that Fjord might still be conflicted about the whole affair. Ever since he fell into the sea from his previous ship, and entered into a pact with the sea demon, he had been very reliant with the powers that he bestowed upon him. A bit co-dependant if (Y/N) was being honest. Could he really give that up? What would he do afterwards? Figuring these thoughts were spiralling out of control again, they got up from the hammock, grabbed their violin, and decided to up onto the deck for some fresh air. They were docking there first thing tomorrow morning anyway, so a few hours of missed sleep couldn’t hurt right?

Walking up the wooden, creaking steps, (Y/N) huddled their cloak tighter to their body, as a gust of cold air rushed past them. Despite the region being known for mostly tropical weather, the nights at sea do tend to be rather bracing. Looking around the ship, they see that no one is around, and decides to sit on the railings of the ship and stare at the sky. The almost black sky twinkled with stars, the only source of light available at the moment, since there was no moon tonight. And looking down into the sea, (Y/N) could barely even see the white foam of the waves as it splashed against the ship, helping to guide the giant hulk of lumber on it’s journey to land. Taking a moment to just admire the view reminded her of a old sea shanty their grandpa used to play on his old fiddle when they used to visit him. So feeling nostalgic, they fiddled with the pegs to make sure the strings were taught enough for the particular melody, and started playing the tune. A melody about a cocky captain sailing to find the very centre of the sea, where there was rumoured of a massive maw filled with enough treasure to be able to do whatever he wanted with it. Unfortunately, this particular shanty didn’t end up with the pirate finding the treasure and live happily ever after with some sweetgirl on his arm. In the end, the captain worked his crew to death, obsessed with the idea of the cave, and ended up being eaten by Idok; the dragonturtle.

“Used to scare me into obsessing over one skill I seem to remember.” (Y/N) mused to theirself as they entered into the final chorus of the song. Feeling a bit more livened up, they stood on top of the railing and danced along the edge, at one moment almost falling in, but luckily saving their balance and ending with a flourish. Once done, they looked over at the scenery again, wanting to get one last look before retiring.”

“Well that’s a song I haven’t heard in a while. Where’d you learn that.” A voice came from behind. Jumping slightly, (Y/N) turned around, and with the moment of fear behind them, they immediately recognised the voice. Standing there, with his hand laying naturally on the hilt of the falchion, was the one that had caused them not to be able to sleep in the first place.

“From my grandpa! I’ve told you about him before right? He was a fisherman and a fiddler from the Menagerie Coast. Used to play in all the local dive bars in Port Zoon when he’d return from fishing trips. You would’ve liked him. How do you know about that song.”

“Oh, I heard it lots of times when visiting the port when I worked aboard the Tide’s Breath. Maybe I've heard him play.”

“I doubt it. He died six years ago to scurvy. Gods rest his soul. But, i’m glad to see another sea shanty aficionado present. But enough about that. Couldn’t sleep either?” (Y/N) chuckled in jest, hopping off of the railing to stand by him.

“Nah, just had a lot on my mind recently.”

“You mean the whole thing with Uk'otoa?”

“Yeah, pretty open book aren’t I?” he mused, leaning a touch more onto the railing, looking out onto the ocean himself in contemplation. Silence spread out around the two of you for a moment, but knowing that Fjord liked to think before he spoke, it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was almost calm, like the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“I just don’t know what to do next? I mean, I don’t plan on releasing him… but what comes next? Will my visions fade? Turn into something else? I’m so used to knowing what comes next, so not knowing what’s to come is a bit… unnerving for me.” He wondered out loud, as if the universe itself would grant him an answer while you both sat there.

“Honestly… I don’t know either. Has he done anything before when you left the sea and travelled to the mainland?”

“No, not really. But then again, I didn’t have these damn crystals in my stomach.” He replied, subconsciously touching his belly as he said this.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry so much about what happens next for now. Whatever happens happens, and we’ll all be there for you if shit goes down. But if you move further from his goal, what will that mean for the gifts that he’s given you? I’m sorry to ask, but I don’t know how it works with making pacts and stuff.” (Y/N) asked, looking up into his yellow eyes as he turned towards them.”

“I guess that’s just another thing we’ll find out once we get to shore.” He replied, turning from the sea and looking up at the sky.

“Just know that no matter how you feel, we like you for who you are, not what you can do. And I’ll keep checking you to make sure you stay afloat.” “...that has got to be the worst sea pun i’ve ever heard.” And despite the deadpan tone he used, Fjord couldn’t help himself and let out a short laugh.

“Oh come on, it can’t’ve been worse than some of the puns Nott comes up with about Beauregard when she’s drunk.” You join in, poking him in the ribs with your elbow.

“Well, as much as I would love to stay up all night making sea jokes, i’m pretty sure we need to get some shut-eye before we reach Nicodranas. Jester’s going to want up to be up bright and early so she can see her mum.” Fjord points out, walking the pair of you back down below the deck to your respective cabins.

“And thanks by the way.”

“For what?”

“For that sea shanty and helping me forget my troubles for a while, even if it was just for a night.” Fjord finishes, throwing you a half awkward wink and opening the door to his room, closing it after himself.

Glad to have been able to help him out a little bit, (Y/N) enters their cabin and settles back into their hammock, the waves rocking them off back to sleep, leaving them dreaming about the adventures and challenges to come, just like the rest of the mighty nein and their crew.

#fjord #fjord critical role #critrole #critical role #x reader #reader #fjord x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #reader insert #self insert #writing

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