#cahara fluff

[iguessigotta]

*shakes bag of kibble* COME GET Y'ALL'S FOOD Cahara x gn!reader warnings: injury mention other than that it's just some bittersweet fluff 💜

“S-sorry, I’m just…” you said softly, voice shaking as you let the sentence hang unfinished in the air.

Scared, Cahara knew. He understood why – these dungeons would be terrifying enough empty – too many sleepless nights (days? It was hard to tell now) spent running from hulking guards and things that looked human but refused to die even after their heads were cut off. It would wear anyone out.

You’d held out this entire time, moving ever forward using nothing but pure willpower to continue. It reminded him of the flowers he’d seen back home, growing through stone paths and buildings. A slow but unstoppable force from each flower, each leaf, adding to the pressure that would eventually crack those stones in half. You were strong – powerful – in your own quiet way, Cahara knew that. Admired it. Unfortunately….even as tough as you were, you weren’t built to endure this place. No one was.

“I know,” he said with a sad smile, extending his arm to you, “C’mere.”

Cahara barely had time to blink before you’d launched yourself into his lap, trembling arms wrapped around him as tight as they could go. He froze for a moment; startled by how quickly you’d moved (he sometimes forgot you could be so fast) his arms finally coming up to pull you in closer.

He hummed softly to you a while, a song from when he was young, lightly rocking the both of you as you tried to relax in what he hoped was a safe room. The two of you had gotten separated from Ragnvaldr and Enki one, no, two a few days ago and had been running since. You were visibly exhausted and Cahara worried you wouldn’t be able to run much longer.

With any luck, one of them would spot one of the markings Cahara had left around the dungeons, coded messages meant to guide them to one hiding place or another. Hopefully they’d find the right one. He huffed a quiet laugh into your hair as he pictured Enki angrily decoding each message they find, spurring Ragnvaldr onward so he could scold the two of you for getting so lost. That was one angry rant he’d be happy to listen to, he decided, as long as it meant you were all back together.

Cahara hugged you a little tighter, relieved that you seemed to be getting some rest. He tried - and failed - to stop his wince as he adjusted the bandages covering the mangled, bloody stump of his right wrist, one simple phrase repeating in his head.

“I’m scared too”

#cahara x reader #cahara fluff #fear and hunger x reader #funger x reader #i was legit in the bathroom when this scene popped into my head so i had to just try and remember all of it until I could write it #you can imagine my suffering #anyway *sprinkles fic on the ground like birdseed* come eat you #little funger gremlins!!!!! #no beta we die like men #idk where this was going #i just like writing my Little Scenes(tm)

[ediblewriting]

find solace. (d'arce/cahara vers.)

remember when i mentioned that i was writing silly little cuddling drabbles? heres the first one!!

essentially cahara and d'arce are partied up, and cahara notices as they set up camp to rest that she seems a little tense! and he doesn't really know how to offer comfort, so he just offers some cuddles instead!

pls enjoy, i havent written for this fandom much and this is my first time sharing a fic on this site, so also pls be nice to me :'3

404 words, fluff, drabble, romantic or platonic, Fear and Hunger

Cahara’s been traversing the dungeons with this knight for a little while now, but this is their first time setting up camp together. Coincidentally, they’re both trying to find the same man, albeit for different reasons. She seems to be far more invested in his safety, and it’s clearly stressing her out more than the horrors they face.

She’s wrapped in some furs they found, holding them tight around her body and laid on her side, turned away from the fire they started for warmth. Her armor has been shed, placed carefully nearby when they were sure they were safe.

Fuck it, Cahara thinks, it’s worth a shot.

“Hey, uh,” he starts, trying to be gentle in his tone. D’arce looks back at him over her shoulder, her brows furrowed. “Do you wanna, like, lay with me?”

She looks offended instantly, shooting upwards and pulling the furs tighter over her chest, covering herself. “Excuse me? I am a knight of the Midnight Sun, and you will not–”

“Not like that.” He interrupts, frowning. “I just meant…” She glares at him, waiting for an answer. He sighs, continuing, “I just thought you seemed kinda tense. And maybe some physical contact would help with that.” At her disgusted look, he adds, “You can be the big spoon if that makes you more comfortable–”

“No! You think just because I’m a woman that I’d need your comfort?”

“No, that’s not what I said at all! It has nothing to do with you being a woman–”

“Oh, sure. I know your type, you miscreant. If you think that my traveling with you means that I’ll yield to your perversion–”

Cahara raises his hands in surrender, cutting her off, “Jeez, okay, fine, sorry I asked.” He turns away, sighing again as he lies down. He listens to the flames flicker, wrapping his arms around himself as the chill sets in.

He can’t fall asleep, not in these conditions, so he just waits and stares at the blockaded door to the room they’re staying in. At some point, he hears shuffling, before a warmth sidles up behind him. She throws the furs over him, too, and hesitantly brings an arm up to wrap around him. “Don’t say a word,” she murmurs, sounding almost ashamed. “You just… seemed cold is all.” 

Cahara nods, smiling for the first time since he stepped into these dungeons, as she cuddles up against his back.

#fanfic #fanfiction #f&h #fear and hunger #fear & hunger #fear and hunger fanfiction #d'arce #fear and hunger d'arce #cahara #fear and hunger cahara #cahara fear and hunger #d'arce fear and hunger #cahara/d'arce #cahara x d'arce #fluff fanfic #drabble #fanfiction writer #funger

[localplaguenurse]

Chex's Masterlist

A list of the fics or headcanons I’ve written! I may have missed a couple of headcanons here and there because they were just one off questions from the ask box. Mostly wanted to keep track of the long lists. 

Some of my fics have suggestive or mature content. Read the tags, proceed with caution, and if you can’t read this stuff for one reason or another, best to move on. Also, in case you're wondering why a lot of my oneshots have to do with Pantalone; I love him and he is my muse.

Have fun!

Ongoing Fics

You've Got My Eyes: Zhongli/Reader slowburnish fic where Reader is a single mom in Inazuma after a one night stand with the man of the hour; ongoing

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting: Dottore/Reader angst fic, aka the "dottore divorce fic" where Reader is sick of feeling neglected and unappreciated by her husband; ongoing

you are someone i have loved, but never known: Pantalone centric fic where Arlecchino finds a baby left on the steps of the House of Hearth; ongoing and slow to update

Oneshots and Complete Fics

it’s all that i can give to you, my dear: Pantalone/Reader smutfic, a sequel to take all you can, give nothing back; completed

As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees: Morax/Reader arranged marriage slowburn set during the Archon War; completed (see also: the ginkgo trees masterlist with all my other headcanons/fics/aus)

Little Helper: Pantalone family fluff oneshot, technically Pantalone/Reader but it’s not really the focal point

Catch of the Day: Zhongli/Reader Mermay oneshot

that is enough: Fear and Hunger angst oneshot where Cahara returns home after... everything goes wrong. Please read the tags before reading.

Hold on Tight: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot where someone goes a little overboard during sexy times.

Pretty in Pink: Hwei/Reader smut oneshot, and the only league fic I'll write

zero days until the party: My take on the bite of '83, child death warning

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot I wrote for my birthday where Pantalone gets bored at his own party

Playing strip poker with Pantalone: Self explanatory. Not really smutty, mainly silly, but still suggestive so you know the drill

The Price for Greed: Dragon Pantalone smut oneshot that has been sitting in my google docs for too damn long

an act of kindness: Pantalone oneshot where he's too tired for sex, so you give him a bubble bath. Starts spicy but doesn't go full smut, mainly domestic fluff.

Or You Lose: Modern era oneshot where Pantalone is a nightclub owner, and you're tasked with assassinating him.

i lie in your arms tonight: Pantalone oneshot where you're training a new recruit and things go horrifically wrong. Character death and angst heavy.

Stress Relief: Trans Pantalone/Male Reader smut, horrifically self indulgent

Keep Your Ego in Check: Male Harbinger Reader/Pre-Fatui Pantalone smut that is porn with wayyyyyy too much plot

Headcanons

Pantalone health headcanons

Assorted Pantalone headcanons

Pantalone domestic fluff

Assorted/sorta modern Dottore headcanons

Pantalone being husband material

Pantalone appearance/self care

Modern Dottolone

Arlecchino/Pantalone/Reader NSFW

Casper First Time NSFW Headcanons (A Date With Death)

#masterlist #masterpost #idk what else to tag this #my writing #my fics

[jaester-tm-jae]

I’m so fluff-starved. It’s going to the point where I’m making my own fic, but it’s one-sided, cause I need more one-sided content for ragnhara (Ragnvaldr/Cahara). I NEED dense, and oblivious Cahara, while Ragnvaldr is simping for him in the corner.

Himboify Cahara speedrun! No clickbait!

Btw, I need some1 to post the fic for me on ao3 :). I don’t have an account. PLEASE 🙏 *goes on my knees*

Also if you do post it for me, please give me credits. Just put, “credits and story go to avacoda-toast on tumblr”

#shitpost #please please please #fear and hunger #cahara #funger #f&h #ragnvaldr #one sided attraction #one sided feelings #since no one made one #I’ll make it myself #making your own fic speedrun‼️‼️ #i’m getting desperate #ragnhara #that’s their ship name now

[herr-aka-somecutenerd]

Comfort

Fear and Hunger Enki self ship fanfiction

TW: alcohol mention, bad mental state

Fluff

"… Our arrangement was a temporary one from the beginning."

"Dark priest... Are you telling me you cannot contain your fear and dark emotions? I was always under the impression that it was the source of your spite towards the world. The source of your strength."

"... Who is saying I cannot contain my posture? It is simply my time to part ways with your lowley band of motley crew. Travelling together serves no purpose for me anymore--"

"För guds skull! Spare us from your words. You are only telling those lies to yourself. No one else buys it."

It was a long path through the dungeons already. No surprise that all of us, even including Enki, the dark priest, were on nerves. This hellhole seemed like having its own mind, tricking us with our darkest fears, testing our limits in brutal ways. No one was here to judge anyone, though, but Enki's statements were clearly irrational right now and... felt like he was getting emotional, in his own way. Ragnavaldr made his attempt to highen his spirit, being one of the the strongest ones in our party, both physically and mentally.

"Tch. ... Fine. Have it your way... You convinced me of your guts at the very least."

"Hah, that's the spirit!

Despite that, Enki still seemed clearly stressed, pressing his hand to his forehead, showing signs of severe headache.

"I think we should make a halt", - D'arce spoke, on which everyone agreed.

The room we picked seemed like someone's abadoned room where a person would live and study, as there was a bed, writing table and also lots of bookshelves and some other things worth for living. The room was connected with something like a kitchen with a still working oven.

"I'll go cook something", - Ragnavaldr stated, disappearing in the kitchen's doorstep.

Enki silently sat on the wide bed, still trying to gather his mind with a distressed look on his face.

"Dude, you need some booze or somethin'?" - Cahara spoke to dark priest, to which he replied with his usual cold gaze, yet this time it was also somewhat tormented. He didn't say anything.

Cahara sighed.

"...Silence is a sign of agreement".

With that, the mercenary also headed to the kitchen in hope to find some storaged wine or any other alcohol.

There were five of us left: me, Enki, D'arce, the girl and Moonless - the last two ones were sleeping on the carpet, girl peacefully laying on top of the dog while she didn't mind at all.

Seeing Enki struggling was painful for me. I still didn't quite uinderstand why I was so attached to him, but something about dark priest clearly attracted me. I could feel the loneliness and betrayal behind his rudeness and coldness. As Rag said, it was like Enki had some spite on this world, and surely it couldn't come from nowhere.

I decided to be brave and sat beside the long-haired man. Usually he would ask to leave anybody who intruded his personal space, but at the moment he wasn't in his usual state. Plus, recently I noticed that he seemed to be less irritated by my presence than anyone else's.

"Enki..." - I spoke, not quite sure on what to say and how to act. I didn't have any plan in my mind actually. Perhpas...

I gently touched his shoulder, to which he reflexively shrugged.

"I understand how you feel... It's okay and nothing to be ashamed of. This place is horrible. It tries to drive us mad".

Enki doesn't react to my words.

I gently stroke his shoulder, hoping this will comfort him.

"If there's something I can do to help..."

The room went silent for almost a minute. Some idea popped in my head... no no no, am I going crazy too? This is too embarassing, and he'll hate me for that, he won't like the idea itself and...

"Enki..."

I pat on his shoulder for him to look at me, which he does. His tortured gaze breaks my heart. I open my arms, shyly welcoming him for a hug. Enki looks at me with what seemed like a "really?" expression.

"Are you perhpas losing your mind at this moment as well?" - he spoke, despite probably meaning to sound rude, instead his tone was more likely tired.

"Well... I'm not forcing you to, but... you know... hugs, despite how simple and banal they can be, can easen one's stress greatly. You just need to try!"

I'd expect him to say something like "No, I'm good" or something like that... and he'd definetely said that if he wasn't so tormented by his own mind right now, I guess.

"...Fine", - he says after a short pause, despite not moving in an inch.

Recieving his permission, I gently wrap my arms around him, feeling every of his bone stick out even through the cloth of his robe. Enki seemed uncomfortable at first, but eventually he seemed to relax. I put my hand on top of his head and pushed it tenderly, making him lean hisd head to my chest. I started to stroke his hair. As I expected, they were silky and soft. I was having best moment of my life right now, as dark priest seemed to not mind my touches at the moment. I felt a little guilty, thinking that as if I was taking benefit from the horrible situation, but still it looked like I still helped the man through his hard moment.

I'd never expect our first hug to be like that... Well, I'd never expect us to have any hug at all, so I wasn't the one to complain.

"How are you, Enki?" - I asked quietly, trying to sound comfortable.

Enki grimaced.

"Be silent... please", - as if recognizing he's being rude again, priest added a quiet "please" at the end.

"Alright..."

I took it as a sign he's getting better.

A few moments have passed before silence was broken.

"Hey, I've actually found some-- oh", - Cahara stepped into the room, holding a bottle of whickey, when he noticed the scene. He was confused, embarassed and... sly at the same time.

"Ooh, should've I come much later?~" - he both asked and teased. D'arce, who has been patching her wounds pretending to not paying attention to our cuddling session this whole time, shushed at him with a strict look.

My face reddened and I reflexively loosened my embrace on Enki, to which dark priest looked at Cahara discontent.

"Okay, okay! Have some private time! I'll leave the bottle here', - mercenary said, placing mentioned whiskeyu bottle at the table.

"Cahara, for Alll-Mer's sake..." - D'arce got up and left with Cahara to the kitchen, giving us both some space as well and to talk to Cahara about limits.

When we were left alone, Enki finally spoke: "...I'm feeling better".

Hearing that was a relief, and I smiled at him, before blushing at his coming quite words which I've heard from Enki for the very first time.

"...Thank you".

#self ship #f/o #self ship community #self ship fanfiction #enki ankarian #fear and hunger #funger

[rupertdriggs]

snippet of my fear & hunger fic w cahara... Full fic here its reader fluff fic w mentions of the norm canon content yk.

#fear and hunger #cahara #funger #fear and hunger cahara #fear and hunger fanfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[iguessigotta]

awww, thank you @lolmiau0101 ! (is my inbox still being weird? why does that thing hate me...) i agree, the fanbase needs more writers!! come on, people! there's SO MUCH to work with - angst! smut! dark horrors beyond our comprehension, driving us all mad as some half-forgotten god slowly digests us!!!!!!! Cahara x GN reader, no warnings

i'm a firm believer in pansexual & panromantic Cahara, so I don't see gender really factoring into how he feels about a person

his love languages are definitely acts of service and physical touch - and he actually loves clingy people so please glue yourself to his side 24/7 he will revel in it

the dungeons are a difficult and dangerous place to be, so he by no means expects you to be at your best

i think Cahara would actually prefer a partner who's more often in need of some kind of help - probably someone easily frightened or more timid

someone onto whom he could focus his own fear and concern and desperate need to protect (which he also does w/ the girl - he'd die for her - and you - so fast)

every time you shy away from a sudden noise, discreetly tucking your body behind his shoulder, he feels like his heart might burst

you could just as easily hide yourself behind Ragnvaldr, in fact that might be the better of the two options, but you chose him to protect you

you trust him

that's what really does him in

he'd also love someone he could easily fluster - Cahara's a massive and shameless flirt; nothing delights him more than getting a reaction out of someone

if he can get your cheeks to go pink or cause you to bashfully hide your face...all with one well-timed smirk or wink...

it makes him wonder what would happen if he snuck up behind you, crept in close to whisper in your ear....

how would you react?

would you trip over your words, stuttering through your reply?

would you be speechless?

how much could he get away with?

a lighthearted flirtatious comment, sure

a hand at your hip or small of your back while avoiding an unfortunate encounter with one of the many creatures roaming the dungeons, obviously

but how long would his eyes or hands get to linger, how direct could he be about hist flirting before you noticed, eyes widening as your face heats up...

would you lose yourself for a moment, body unconsciously leaning into him, heavy and warm against his own...?

he's lost himself in thought over it quite a bit

often enough that you notice - and if you make a teasing comment about his glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks?

he's unable to respond as his throat dries suddenly. he's sure his heart skips a beat

you might be the death of him-

#cahara x reader #fear and hunger x reader #funger x reader #cahara headcanons #cahara fluff #fear and hunger fluff #i hope this is close enough to what you wanted! #gonna be honest I just opened tumblr and started writing #i'm really starting to understand you madmen who do that #i could lose everything for no reason! #how thrilling! #really lights a fire under my ass #unfortunately that means this was written under duress #i'm sure that makes this illegal somewhere #no beta we die like men