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saphirered · 5 months

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I saw your autumn/winter prompts

It’d be cool for you to do some fluff with Ashton for either cold nights or thunder and lightning

Love your stuff!!!

More prompt requests incoming! 😘

Miserable. This weather feels absolutely miserable. Ashton is uses to the rain and thunder but now it’s fucking cold. Freezing, frigid cold and fuck does it hurt. They can feel it in their bones, their entire body just hurts, more so than usual. The jungle is fine, perfect even. It’s like home. But they’re far from home. The heart in the jungle, lies far beyond sight and perhaps even mind. This fey bullshit is something else entirely and Ashton doesn’t quite like it. The weather seems to hate them especially. If there’s some asshole watching over them making this all happen, he’ll personally see to it that there’s a nice and comfy spot in the earth about six feet under. Fuck.

All of those emotions disappear though. A burst of light illuminates the skies and with it your face. You look up at the sky and admire the tendrils flash before the disappear as quickly as they came. You’re a beautiful sight- It is a beautiful sight. Fuck. You’re beautiful. They’re in deep. Once upon a time Ashton thought this was fun while it lasted. A little teasing and flirting never hurt anybody but the line had blurred a long time ago. Ashton caught feelings and it’s very few times they’re unsure about anything. Your lips move but your voice is drowned out by the sound of crashing thunder.

“Hah?!” Ashton leans in closer to hear as the ground shakes once more.

“I said we should find some shelter!” You all but shout pointing at the sky and take their hand. So much for venturing off on your own and having a little voyage ‘back in an hour’. You hope the others have the mind to find shelter too. You send them a message just in case as you pull the genasi along through the trees and rocks until you stumble upon a cave. You’re not taking any risks and the lightning is getting closer. From here you’d be safe with cover, and still able to witness nature in all it’s grandeur.

Letting himself be dragged along Ashton isn’t opposed to the shelter you’ve found because with his track record he wouldn’t put it behind any mischievous fey to set the gold in those cracks to attract the lightning. On the other side they too are a little curious to see what would happen… Maybe another time. Ashton curls and uncurls their fingers, rotates their wrists when you let go and take a look out at the oncoming clouds hiding the moonlight, or dusk-light should be more appropriate. You stay at the mouth of the cave to watch another rumble hit the earth in a cacophony and the lightning, quick as it passes makes this cave all the darker. Ashton can’t see shit and in an attempt to find a wall loses their footing. A crack, that’s luckily hidden by thunder saves most of the hit to his pride. But then fire glow appears in the palm of your hand.

“Why are you on the ground?” You hide a chuckle as you watch Ashton give up on, life, existence, everything laying on their back, legs bent at the knees and groan.

“I just wanted to be one with my element.” They speak as casually as they can but your brow furrows and you take a tentative step closer, and another and another. You kneel down and help Ashton sit up. Groans are not just a casual annoyance at this place, but something of discomfort. You caught on. Shit.

“I can give you two a moment if you’d prefer but I don’t think that’ll do you much good.”

“There’s room for one more. Plenty of the earth to go around.” Ashton jokes.

“I was hoping there’d be plenty of you but I can settle for the rocks beneath my feet.” You jest and Ashton scoffs though the attitude is quick to slip when your arm hand touches their back. Even through their jacket, the warmth offers such a relief. “You doing okay?” Again your brow furrows.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.” And so the comfort disappears. You pull back and just sit on your knees, hands gathered in your lap. Disapproval crosses your features.

“Sure.” You deadpan and grab onto Ashton’s wrist, uncurling the fingers gently and clasping his hand between yours. You bring it to your lips and blow warm air. It doesn’t take much to see the instant relief cross their features.

“Okay maybe I’m not entirely okay.” The look you give them is much akin to ‘ya think?’ and it hurts to admit to the way it makes Ashton feel inside. Then your features soften. You look out towards, the oncoming storm, to the lightning reaching out, and the wind rustling through the trees picking up.

“Sit with me.” You simply say. It’s not quite a question as much as it is an order and Ashton does feel like they have a choice. It’s just a very tempting one despite their disdain for authority and following orders. You shift from your knees until you’re comfortable, looking out over the horizon. Everything seems so much easier when he looks at you. Everything is. You make it so because any doubt falls away. Ashton knows they’re on the right path because you’re there and as long as you walk it with them they’ll keep walking with you.

Ashton shifts and sits next to you. He bumps your shoulder with his. You chuckle and bump back, though much likes the rock around, they don’t budge. The cold pain creeps up again and almost as if you know exactly what to do, you wrap an arm around their back, slipping your fingers under the jacket and lean your head on their shoulder. Just your sheer presence, and a little magic manages to numb the pain and that’s more than Ashton can say the majority of people they’ve had in their life have ever been able to do.

“You’re so fucking confusing.” Ashton speaks before they think.

“Wow, so much affection.” You scoff but pull closer.

“You are.” Ashton doubles down. “You’re a fucking disaster waiting to happen.”

“But I’m your disaster.” You poke a finger at his chest.

“Are you?” Again, speaking before thinking but that seems to be the right track. You take a deep sigh and Ashton’s heart stops, their breath stops. Time stops. There’s not but anticipation, both joy and dread loom overhead and they’re just stupid fucking feelings because end of the day you’re just you and you’re fucking amazing. That’s what you are. You’re fucking amazing.

“I don’t know. Am I?” The both of you look at another lightning bolt striking close by. Ashton gives it a moment, letting the trembles of the earth fade and the light too, not but the dim orb behind the two of you offering the littlest of light.

“Maybe you are. If you think you can handle it.” He looks down nudging your head from his shoulder.

“First off, rude-“

“You’re the one using my shoulder as pillow, find a rock or something.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Will you now?”

“Yeah. A nice and comfy one.” You’re unreadable. That’s dangerous. Next Ashton knows you’re on your knees at their side, back facing the exit of the cave, your warmth has disappeared from their back but settles on their shoulders. It takes everything to not lean into the touch. Not that they have to because you lean closer.

“This one seems plenty comfortable.” You close the gap, press your lips to Ashton’s. While you’ve shared your flirty kisses before they were just that. This kiss is different. This kiss is a lifetime unfolding however long it might last. This moment is as bright and beautiful as the flashes beyond the cover. You’re like a warm fire in the cold dead night and are simply a relief. You’re a certainty in their life when they have known so little. This might not be eternity but this is certain. You’re certain because you’re just fucking you and that’s all you’d ever need to be. Cover from a thunderstorm isn’t so bad out here.

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randoimago · 6 months

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Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on Ashton and Imogen with an s/o who’s an artificer/Wizard multi class? One who’s a bit of a workaholic? Thank you! :D

S/O Is an Artificer/Wizard

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Ashton Greymoore, Imogen Temult

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): And I thought Wizards were broke college students, but an Artificer/Wizard? I'd lose my mind trying to play that.

Ashton

He's dealt with Milo being busy on some project so he knows how to be somewhat patient. It sucks sitting still when he wants to cuddle or go hit something. You've probably had to ask him to leave the room a few times because he was just constant sighing and fidgeting while waiting on you.

Ashton can't believe when he watches you just spending so much gold on bits and pieces for machinery but then you spend more gold on paper and ink. He understands why you spend so much for your tinkering. But ink and paper? What the fuck is wrong with you? (he doesn't actually think something is wrong, he just thinks it'd be best to just cut your own tree at this point).

Don't get him wrong, when you do end up in combat or tense situations, Ashton very much appreciates the cool magic tricks you can do as well as the upgrades you've given everyone with your Artificer-ing. Will still make fun of you for being a nerd with your spending, but some of the things you do are pretty badass.

Imogen

A bit pouty when you're busy with your tinkering or scribing spells into your book. She would like to cuddle and spend some quality time together, but your nose in is a book or some machine parts.

She appreciates how much you do for all of them and she loves that you have hobbies and such that you love to do. But you need to rest. There have been many times where plates of food or water will appear on your desk, which was from Imogen setting them there but you were too focused to notice. She'll absolutely scold you if she ever finds it untouched.

Imogen has definitely sat in between you and Laudna as you both debated upgrades or creations of "girlfriends" for Pate. She's watched you help build her a scary cute dollhouse for him. It was a very interesting thing to witness, but she's glad that her two soulmates are getting along.

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kaermorhenatnight · 5 months

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Just out of curiosity, cause I am writing a smut about Ashton Greymoore from Critical Role campaign 3. And I made it an Ashton x Reader fic cause I haven't seen much of those. Wondering if there's a reason for it, maybe no one just wants to read those xd Should I post it when I finish writing? Or is it just that CR fandom prefers fics between characters, not really the whole self-indulgent x reader kind?

(i don't have many followers so I don't think I will get an answer but gonna try anyway to see if my effort put in writing will be worth it by sharing with others)

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Hey,

So I saw your repost with the sentence starters for ships and as I read it (they're all really good) "I think I might be in some kind of love with you" kinda jabbed me in the ribs, and I thought it would be PERFECT for an Ashton x Reader.

You're doing Fantastic!!

Aaahh this just screams soft for the punk genasi!!

HERE ON MASTERLIST 9

Writing prompt, this is based on, HERE

“I think I might be in some kind of love with you

You replayed Ashton’s confession in your mind like a broken record.

“I think I might be in some kind of love with you.”

The fires from camp reflected against Ashton’s face but his expression was unreadable, intentional or not. Was he anticipating you to be speechless or was it just an impulse?

As you tried to decipher the words, Ashton let his shoulders slump as the weight of his confession was lifted but the brief disappointment at your hesitation.

“It’s fine, really, you don’t have to��.”

He gasped as soon as your fingers brushed gently across his cheek, carefully so as to not cause any discomfort.

You leaned in so tortuously slow before placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Ashton…,I’ve started to fall for you too.”

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crownofstarfall · 1 year

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Ramblings (Ashton Greymoore x Reader)

Helllooo. I wrote this sweet moment for my friend who is a huge Ashton simp. The reader in this story is a ranger, but tbh it just mentions Longbow so you can self-insert whatever you want!

Let me know how you like it and if I should start posting more of my writings!

Enjoy! xxx

word count: 826

Ashton wasn’t a man of many words, especially when it came to expressing himself to those he cared for. It had been no different when he had first met Y/N. The two genuinely enjoyed one another’s company, and conversation seemed to flow very easily. They had to meet no high expectations when conversing with one another. But suddenly one day, Ashton was hit with a ton of bricks. He started to feel a few little sparks in his chest when he was around her. He played this off as a new type of chronic pain that he would experience, much like the rest of himself, but after more and more time had passed, it grew, and he wasn’t sure when he would explode.

A few months passed, and the sparks in his chest were now more of a fiery warmth that enveloped his heart and the surrounding area of his chest. He always felt this, not even just when he was with Y/N. His every thought was about her, she never left his mind. This new sort of heat constantly reminded him that she was not his, and she probably never would be. He had no intention of revealing his intentions to her. She would most certainly never feel the same, so he would spare himself the pain.

He didn’t mean to start completely ignoring her, he just wanted to rid himself of his affections and then they could continue their relationship as normal. He hadn’t realized that Y/N had a mind of her own and noticed that he was distant. She had feelings for him of her own, and she also did not allow herself to completely fall for him. But she didn’t want to lose her friend altogether either, he was too important to her. She would not stand by and watch as he drifted away from her, so she confronted him. Which led to a huge fight. Which then led to them kissing. Which then led to them telling each other how they felt. And now they were together, happy.

Unlike Ashton, Y/N sometimes had too many words to say. He had grown accustomed to her rambling on about things he didn’t care about, but he listened to them anyway and smiled to himself about how lucky he was. One particular day Y/N was rambling on about a certain type of longbow she admired, but could not have. Ashton sat with her on a bench, his shoulder around her, pulling her into his side as they watched the street around them. He hummed along to show he was listening and acknowledging.

She continued on for another ten minutes before seemingly, out of nowhere his heart burst with love, and finally allowed himself to smile over at her. He loved these close moments with her, just sitting in intimate proximity and just enjoying the other’s company. He didn’t say a lot, but he loved how she filled the silence around them. He was lost in his thoughts when he was suddenly pulled out of them when Y/N asked him a question.

“What?” he raised his eyebrows.

“I asked if you were tired of hearing me talk.” she frowned. “I knew you were, you’re not even paying attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bore you. I’ll shut u…” but she was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened with surprise. She really thought that she was boring him.

After the kiss she couldn’t seem to form a word, “I…I… ghmn.” He chuckled.

“Don’t ever shut up. I love to hear you ramble on about things you like. Don’t ever stop.” He caressed her cheek.

“Are you sure? I knew you weren’t listening… I can stop.” she tried to meet his gaze but couldn’t allow herself.

“I was before, I just was lost in thought of how much I love you,” he whispered, then kissed her again.

She was too stunned to speak.

She felt his lips leave hers but she still left her lips agape. Her eyes fluttered open to look up at the beautiful green genasi before her. He smiled at her and stroked her hair, pushing a few strands back behind her ear.

“You know I love you too, don’t you?” Y/N asked him, placing her hand on his, stopping his movements.

His gaze moved from her eyes, down to her lips, which were still agape, and then back up to her lovely eyes.

“Of course, I know. You have made that perfectly clear.” She nodded along with his words. “Now, please continue. I promise I will listen more intently.” He grinned at her and then pulled her back into his side. She was silent for a few moments and then picked up where she had left off. She began to trace the gold on his chest while she rambled on. He couldn’t keep the smile from leaving his face.

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a-menagerie · 1 year

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Um I humbly request Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.) for Ashton x reader plz 😳

👀 I got u boo

Ashton has said that he’s in pain most of the time - and physical contact can just exacerbate it

But they’ve also made sure to not deter others from doing so (like when he encourages Orym to grasp their arm during a convo)

I think in the beginning of a relationship, Ashton will be more hands off, maybe the occasional leg against yours or an arm sling around the back of the seat you’re in- not necessarily touching you

As time goes and they get more comfortable/used to having you around, I’m certain Ashton would find reasons to touch you

Casually holding your hand or their arm around your shoulders; more silly interactions like him tugging on your hair or ear or bopping you on the nose

They’ll also offer you a seat on their lap or a piggyback ride, depending on his mood.

Ashton also wouldn’t really want you to be careful with him, despite the pain he’s usually in. They’re strong and they can handle it

Any soft touch from you tho has them melting 😉

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curiouser--and--curiouser · 2 years

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Staring into the Flames

Ashton Greymoore x Reader

Summary: Ashton loses his shit when you get injured.

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, raging Ashton, injured!reader.

Warnings: swearing, violence, descriptions of injuries.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: Time for some Critical Role content, because I'm a raging nerd. And I'm in love with Taliesin Jaffe. God, all his characters give me such gender envy! Also, for context, this is written in the wake of c3e33, so I need comfort from the trauma 😭 Anyway, enjoy my beautiful punk rock babe <3

Watching Ashton Greymoore have emotions was one of your favourite things to do.

Sounds strange, I know – borderline creepy maybe – but you just found him so fascinating. Everything Ashton would ever do was based entirely off impulse. He wanted to steal some random arcane item he knew he would never use? Done. Rile up that complete stranger just because they didn’t like their hat? Did it last Tuesday. Take you off on a completely random unplanned date right to the top of the Lantern spire just because they wanted to? Absolutely.

All these impulse actions were based off impulse thoughts and impulse emotions; emotions that he feels so fucking strongly. I mean, just look at the destructive power his anger and rage can bring upon his foes in a fight (you do look, you look very hard…). Their feelings swirl like the kaleidoscope shining from their head, and you found it simply hypnotising to watch those feelings spread across his body. You could watch the cogs turn in Ashton’s brain for hours, seeing each new emotion spread across his body like lava.

One of your favourites was the slow realisation that you had stolen permanently borrowed something of theirs: a certain red and black jacket, perhaps. They would be rummaging around their room, thinking they’ve gone mad because they could swear they left it right here. Evidently they were too dead asleep that morning to notice you slipping out of the bedroom, the jacket claimed for yourself. Eventually, he would come bounding into the main room of the Crook House, finding Milo tinkering away at their latest project, and you lounging in a chair wearing his most prized item of clothing. It would take a minute for him to even notice what you were wearing. “Y/N, where in the fuck is my j-“. There we go. You got to sit back and enjoy as the realisation of your thievery spread through his body like a wave on the shore, every one of his stance and posture and facial expressions each slowly changing down throughout him. It was captivating. Although not for too long as soon a smirk rose to Ashton’s face before they were barrelling at you, you both tumbling onto the floor in a mock fight to win the grand prize of the jacket, as Milo looked on with a smile and a shake of their head at these idiots in love.

Oh yeah, in love. So in love. Which thankfully was reciprocated on both ends. It had, in fact, been your staring that had helped get you together. Subtly wasn’t your strong suit - sure you could sneak into Ashton’s room silent and assassin-like without him noticing, but you weren’t as skilled at hiding how much you just stared at him, getting lost in every single part of the earth genasi. And… they noticed. Luckily, Ashton had also been pretty enraptured by you over the past couple of weeks, meeting pretty frequently on jobs as both colleagues and rivals. So, Ashton’s impulses being Ashton’s impulses, they walked right up to you after one of said jobs and asked you out right on the spot.

“Angel, I could feel your eyes on me for the last three hours, wanna go get a drink so I can return the favour?”

Of course, you said yes, and from then on you have been pretty much inseparable. You now lived at the Crook House and could now stare all you liked. And so could he. He really did. God he’d do anything for you. You were the best thing to have come into his life and he was not about to let you go any time soon.

Definitely not today.

Today, you two, for once, weren’t together; you had some things to buy in the market and Ashton had to go for one of their many strange meetings with Jiana Hexum. So, you walked through Elder’s Post, pushing through the hordes of tradespeople and customers alike, keeping your coin purse close to your side away from any thieves lurking. You had already picked up some food for the household plus some bits and pieces of metal Milo wanted for Fresh Cut Grass’s repairs, and then you moved onto the trickier task: healing potions. They were pretty essential, especially given how much you two got hurt on jobs, particularly Ashton - gods, he got beaten up a lot - and, sure, you could ask FCG for help, but you didn’t want to overwork them. Sadly, your group weren’t exactly rolling in cash so, shall we say, less reputable vendors of potions had to be your main source.

This included one particularly awful man, Rackoth. He was a leering, lecherous man, spindly and towering over most people. He was also a swindler with prices way too high for substandard potions at best. Both you and Ashton had had run-ins with him in the past and nearly none of them ended well. Unfortunately, all your other sellers were out and you were in a bind - FCG was undergoing some internal repairs with Milo at the moment, and so was largely out of action. Hence, you had to grit your teeth and bare Rackoth and his usual ways. His sunken, hollow eyes bore into your soul as he offered up some wildly off-colour “healing potions” at some astronomical price. Usually, you would try to keep your cool and try in earnest to haggle him down, but after one too many not at all innocent placements of his bony hands on your waist, you had had enough. You smacked his hand out the way hard and snapped back at him, calling him out on his extortionate business (and maybe also insulting his mother in Deep Speech - honestly, you can’t quite remember, it was all a blur). Suddenly, you felt a burn across your cheek as Rackoth punched you with a force you never expected from the scrawny man. You stumbled back in shock, but he launched forward to meet you, gripping you by the neck. You could feel his jagged nails biting at your skin as he roared at you to never return to his shop again, throwing you down onto the ground after he was done. The customers around you all gave strange looks as you picked yourself and your belongings up, no healing potions in hand, and carried your hurt pride home with you to the Crook House.

Mercifully, you found the house to be still and silent when you arrived. You were safe in your own home at last. The adrenaline of the altercation wore off and a few tears fell from your eyes. As you wiped them away, you noticed blood smeared across your fingers, from your injuries presumably, so you trudged your way with a sigh into your and Ashton’s room to clean yourself up. You passed a mirror as you walked down the hall, finally seeing the extent of your injuries with a groan: thick red blood dripped down the side of your face, matting your hair, and purple was starting to bloom around your eye from the punch. You winced as you lifted your chin seeing more purple marks at the top of your neck along with five punctures to your skin from Rackoth’s nails leaking a small trail of blood. With a turn, you saw the muddied and scuffed back of your jacket from your fall and emitted a groan in pain as you turned slightly too far. Your back would be black and blue in the morning thanks to your impact onto the cold stone ground. Honestly, you’ve looked better.

Gritting your teeth, you collected your strength and pushed on into your bedroom, but almost screamed as you were met by the sight of your partner sprawled on the bed counting coins from a leather pouch. He wasn’t meant to be back yet.

“Hey, Angel, you’ll never guess the fucking bonus we got from Jiana for that extra information. She was fucking thrilled-“. Ashton stopped as his eyes fell on you.

In any other circumstances, this would’ve been a beautiful show.

The swirling colours in the glass in Ashton’s head seemed to almost speed up and spark out as their mind processed your injured form before them. He blinked slowly as his piercing eyes scanned over you, searching for the answer… there. His beaming smile dropped into one of concern as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He breathed out a quiet “what the fuck?” in disbelief, before he suddenly took off, scrambling off the bed with zero coordination, but zero care for anything except you. Ashton stood on (and probably broke) most of their belongings as they ran over to you, immediately bringing his firm, calloused hands to your body as he checked you over. His eyes burnt a hole through your clothes with their intensity as he examined every single part of your body for more injuries - worry was the only emotion in him now. Ashton’s searing gaze on your body was usually a very good feeling, but you could see the bubbling anger low in him.

“Hey, Ash, I’m not dying!” You said with a pitiful attempt at a chuckle, trying to laugh off your injuries and put your boyfriend at ease. “I’m okay, really.” He clearly didn’t believe you as his roaming stare continued, logging in his mind everything he saw. His finger and thumb gripped your chin as he brought it up, inspecting the bruising to your neck, breathing out in disbelief. Rising their gaze to your face, Ashton gently prodded the bloody wound on your head with shaking hands. You pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain and that anger in him rose. Someone had hurt you. Red leaked into his eyes like a poison as they narrowed and focused on your own, still brimming with unshed tears. Already impossibly close, he took a step forward, towering over you, noses almost touching and hands coming back to your face. The delicate way he cradled your face in his large hands almost shocked you, the softness of his movements contrasting his hard, rocky palms. One thumb gently brushed away a stray tear on your cheek, both hands trembling as they grasped onto you.

“Who did this to you?” Ashton spoke so softly so that no one but you could here, but with so much menace for whoever the fuck thought they could touch you. Any attempt at him concealing his anger failed as it seeped through every pore in his body, every cell almost vibrating independently, ready for a fight.

“Ashton, really, it’s ok,” you counter again, trying to calm that fury in them that made you love them so much.

“No, it’s fucking not, who was it?”

“Ashton, it’s really not important-“

“Y/N.” He was firm. Final. You sighed before looking down slightly in defeat.

“Rackoth,” you breathed out.

“What. The Fuck. Did he do?” Ashton enunciated every single word, so slowly, so precise.

You stumbled over your words for a minute as you felt his gaze on you. He did deserve to know. That and the tiredness in your soul made all the words come tumbling out.

“I was getting healing potions because you’ve got that big job for Hexum coming up, and Milo is working on FCG and - shit! Letters needs a break sometimes! – but all our usual guys were out so I had to go to Rackoth. But that bastard stuck his prices up again. And they barely looked like healing potions - fuck me, Ashton, our bath water has more healing properties than that shit! And I was just so pissed off and. And... h-h-he had his hand on my waist and I just wanted to rip my skin off so I pushed him off and shouted at him and his potions and maybe his mother in Deep Speech? So he punched me. And grabbed my neck. And through me down. So yeah…” You stood in silence for a few seconds, taking a breath after your outburst, before you raised your head again to watch Ashton…

Now, here came the rage.

Ashton’s back straightened to an even higher height than before; every bone in their body tensed into a sharp point with their fists, now by their side, clenching, nearly popping joints. Their teeth clacked together in a bite, bared and ready to rip the throat out of the culprit of this heinous crime. The mesmerising colours beneath the glass in his skull seemed to swirl faster, getting brighter and brighter, threatening to violently burst free into chaos. The anger was white hot now, bleeding from his eyes and dripping down every tort muscle to a pool at his feet. A deep snarl sounded at the back of their throat, animalistic and ready to hunt.

“That piece of shit,” Ashton yelled out incredulously. “Fuck! That lanky piece of shit! That fucker’s going down!“ They had never sounded so serious in all their life. And so you needed to take action.

“Ashton. Babe! It’s okay, just leave him he’s not worth it.” Yet, it was not okay, and he was not paying attention. Like a flash, Ashton was at the bedroom door and screaming out.

“Oi, Grass! Grass! Where the shit are you?”

“They’re powered down. Ashton, don’t worry-“

“Argh, fuck!” they shouted, now moving at pace throughout your shared room. Trinkets and knickknacks alike were tossed around - no, thrown around - as Ashton scrambled from place to place at lightning speed, searching for something unknown. He grunted as he rummaged even further; you simply stood in the centre of the room, slightly startled by your partner’s sudden burst of movement. Eventually, with a cheer of triumph, from under a pile of multicoloured fabric he pulled out a slightly dusty red vial. Despite the slight discolouration, it was clearly a healing potion long forgotten and Ashton was soon back in front of you, pulling the cork out.

“Wait, no, I don’t need that,” you protested, “Ashton, you need these a lot more than I-“. You were cut off by Ashton shoving the neck of the bottle right into your mouth mid-sentence. The glass clinked against your teeth at the force as Ashton tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the entire potion down your neck. You gagged as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. For all the difficulty of drinking the healing potion, it did thankfully begin to help you, like water refreshing you after wandering the dessert for a month. A dull ache passed through each of your injuries as the skin started to knit back together, eventually leaving no trace of ever tarnishing you but the now drying blood. You spent maybe five seconds checking over your body and by the time you looked up again, Ashton already had his trusty glass hammer clutched tightly in his hand. You had one last chance to stop him.

“Ashton, please, just stay here with me. You kill him and you’ll get caught and then gods know what will happen to you!” You pleaded to them, grabbing their arm, not wanting any more trouble for the day.

“Angel, I regret to inform you that I honestly don’t give a fuck,” Ashton growled lowly. “If that bitch thinks he can touch you and get away with it, he’s got another fucking thing coming.” He grasped the side of your head softly again, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered and rose to place an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your forehead, before sprinting out of the room, one mission on his mind.

And there you were left, alone, staring off at the space your sparking barbarian once stood.

Even in times like this, he was beautiful to watch.

A singular tear rose in your eyes and fell as your exhaustion battled with new anxiety for Ashton’s safety. Of course you enjoyed your mountain of a boyfriend sweeping in to beat down those who had wronged you – I mean, who wouldn’t? – but your dear Ashton also had a tendency of not being the subtlest creature in the world. Sure his mystic colourful powers could occasionally let him pass through like a ghost, but not always. Frequently, they could be found in a fight, on the run from a fight, or on their arse thrown out for being in a fight. But they were just silly bar fights; this was personal. You just didn’t want him in trouble and it would bite away at you until he was back in your arms, safe.

However, predictably, exhaustion won out and you soon fought yourself flat out on the bed, still caked in your own blood, but no energy in your waking spirit to clean yourself up.

The next – how long had it been? – was spent in a daze, maybe sleeping, maybe just staring off, disassociating from the stresses of the day. Until Ashton emerged back through your door with a slam, sprayed slightly with blood that did not look like his own. You didn’t raise your head from the pillow, still waking from your haze, but you watched through glassy eyes as Ashton quietly placed down his trusty hammer in the corner of the room, slipped off his boots and padded over to you. He gently perched on the side of the bed and reached a calloused hand down to stroke your hair. His fingers were so tender and threaded through, caressing your scalp, almost sending you back to sleep. Gazing up at them, you saw the same intensity as before flooding their eyes, but this time the rage was gone, now replaced with so much love. Everything Ashton did carried that fire, that passion, but it always moulded itself into new shapes and forms, sometimes surprising even you. That’s probably what drew you too him, that fire, always burning bright out of every pore on his tough skin; no matter what he did or felt, it was always with such ferocious and intensity that you couldn’t look away, only stare further into the flames. But they never burnt you. They caressed you, held you, protected you at all costs. Not always in the safest of ways, but the intention was good and pure.

Ashton softly smiled at you and, without looking, reached back to find a (vaguely) clean cloth and started to dab at the dried blood along the side of your face. You stayed perfectly still, letting him work, enjoying this rarely seen quiet Ashton. They cleaned you up surprisingly well despite this not being their forte, moving from your face down to the marks on your neck, doing their slightly clumsy best, trying to remember the kinds of actions FCG would perform when in cleric-mode.

When all the dark red streaks had gone from upon your skin, Ashton placed down the cloth, but kept their hand cupped around your face. You threaded your own fingers with his and looked up.

“You get him?” you whispered.

“Yeah, I got him,” Ashton replied, just as softly.

A rush of emotions took over you all of a sudden: the relief that that fucking man who touched you so horribly had been dealt with, the pain of your whole bloody ordeal, the adoration you felt for your soft punk rock who cared for you so well, even in the ways he was not as accustomed to. You choked, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Ashton immediately bundled you up into their strong arms and held you in a tight hug against his chest.

“Aww fuck, Angel. Okay, okay, come here,” they cooed into your ear as your cries muffled into the leather of their jacket. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And you believed every word of it. You grasped onto them like a lifeline with heavy and shaking breaths as you slowly pulled yourself back from the brink with his help.

“You okay now?” Ashton asked after a while and you nodded looking up through your eyelashes from your place on his lap.

“Shit, I’m sorry did that, Y/N. Fuck, I was just so fucking angry! I don’t care about a lot of things, but, goddamn, I care a lot about you. And I never wanna to see you like that again. I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t.” Ashton poured his heart out to you, his brutal honestly always hitting you right in the heart. You sat up and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped onto each other like you were the last things left in Exandria. The kiss deepened as your tongues slid across each other, tracing the other’s lips and swallowing their sighs. You pulled away for breath, but remained trapped in Ashton’s warm grasp, as he continued his assault of kisses over your cheeks. They came to rest soon, forehead pressed together with yours, soft eyes staring into yours in peace.

“Fuck, I love you, Angel,” Ashton murmured, his love and devotion towards you on display for all the world to see.

“I love you too, Ash,” you whispered back with a beaming smile. Ashton gave you one more quick peck before he shifted his position, lying down on the bed with you remaining on top of him, still encased in his arms. You both laid there in silence, listening to the other’s heartbeat, until Ashton spoke, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“What was that you said before about Deep Speech?” they asked and you giggled at his curiosity.

“I may or may not have insulted Rackoth’s mother… in Deep Speech,” you admitted shyly as Ashton’s eyes widened.

“That’s so cool. Wait, how do you know Deep Speech? Who are you?” they marvelled at your admission as you sniggered. “What did you say? Like in Deep Speech.” You repeated the deep grinding growls you had shouted at Rackoth and your partner’s jaw dropped.

“Okay, that’s hot, please talk to me more in Deep Speech,” you laughed out loud at Ashton’s antics (and remembered that information for later…). “I wish I’d brought you with me now. It was fucking great seeing him scared. Shit, I robbed you of your revenge quest, didn’t I?” Ashton carried on rambling, clearly having enjoyed being your knight in shining armour. Note to self: ask them later what they actually did to Rackoth…

“I swear to the gods if you said ‘Smiley fuckin’ day!’ just before knocking him out, I’m breaking up with you,” you joked. Ashton held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and tickled you away from your non-injured body parts as you cackled.

Your old friend exhaustion soon popped back up again as you let out a yawn, burrowing yourself further into Ashton’s body, nuzzling into his neck. His arms hugged you closer.

“Get some rest, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You took their advice, letting your dreams overtake you, staring at the one you loved most until your eyes eventually closed.

Ashton would protect you. They always will. Come what may.

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Noticing that Ashton is feeling a little insecure watching Annaline's work with her hammer and leaning over to them-, one hand gripping the thick handle strapped to his back and giving a small tug and going "Don't worry babe, I like yours more."

#Critical Role #I want to turn this thought into a fic but I am so tired from work #Ashton Greymoore x reader #Ashton Greymoore imagine #Critical Role x reader #Critical Role imagine

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brenbrennn · 1 year

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𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔

Summary: A new companionship seemed to have been made with these colorful assholes ( when has that not happened? ) After dealing with the weird discovery that was the person who killed their beloved friend Bertrand , the group NEEDED to rest their weary bones. Which caused a game of ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ to happen. In where Ashton takes a deep dive back through some old memories , that they had buried deep once before. Authors Note: OHMYGOD I- HELLO?? I've missed you guys so much! Good news , Ive been catching up on Bells Hells. Everythings so much fun , I wanted to update yall. Ever since watching episode 6 , something in me needed to get out this idea. I hope you all love some bittersweet Ashton , cause I sure do. Enjoy enjoy!! ‹3 The spire by fire , what a nice way to truly unwind. With the place having a lot of space and plenty of levels , they were able to find a nice seat upstairs. At this time the place wasn't packed , except maybe one or two people. Gladly they weren't loud either , everything was just right. It wasn't really lively at all , and the loud music from downstairs was more quieter up there. Gladly , the group was brought the drinks they ordered. The barkeep even giving a nice warm compliment about staying around Ashton. Right when the drinks were sat down , Ashton introduced a game. ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ , was the name of it. It was a pretty easy game just by the rules. They went on , answering any questions the others had in mind. “Any stipulations with the drinking?” , “Do we drink even if when we ask the questions?” so on and so on. The game seemingly started off nicely , getting to know more about the blue bards background with his status. After everyone made their rolls , it was Fearnes turn to ask Ashton a question. Fearne going head on , asked a question that could be seen as a touchy subject. But hey , any question is welcomed when playing so . . . why not. “This is just a very simple question… have you ever been in love before?”

They rolled it off , helping Fearne finish it off with “You have to end it with-” Fearne was just getting there “what the…” Before Ashton finished off the though with “What the fuck is up with that?” As Fearne said those magic words , Ashton took a chuckle. “That is so good . . . have I ever been in love before?” They respond with as they picked at their cheek. That feeling at least he thought , was seemingly felt once before. Before everything , before this odd alliance was created between them and these strangers. The thoughts were blurry but came back just nicely , like an almost mini smack in the face. They kept on pondering before speaking up once again , “You know I dont know?” The chaos filled druid gave a polite nod - agreeing with what they said with a “Fair.” As letters and Imogen butted in , Ashton kept on thinking about those days with you. He still looks fondly back on the nobodies , even withs the downs. Everyone was always close with another , but you and Ashton were a whole thing. Seemingly it was like you both just clicked. A friendship that could never break. Ashton spoke up again once more , “I thought I was inlove before but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne replied again , “ Would you care to elaborate?” Those feelings around you were odd feelings. The warmness in their cheeks when you both were stuck together on jobs. How easy it was to talk to you about certain things. How their day would bright up just a little more when seeing you first every morning. They could never place what you were to them. A friend … more than one? Gods , it was all so soo confusing. The two of you just bounced off each other , and they cherished that with you. The night of the robbery was one like no other , and not in a good way. Aches and pains filled their body laying on that cold ground. It was all blurry after that point. They only remembered glimpses and anything you or Milo could fill them in on. He wasn't really that angry or against the other nobodies running off. You sat by their side the whole time , cracking small jokes about how you couldn't fathom losing them. Which just made those deeply brewing thoughts MORE confusing. They were able to lay low for a while , able to evade Jiana. But at a point she found them. They accepted doing work for her to pay off their debt , seeing it as the rightful thing to do. What surprised them a lot was you , extending a hand out to help. You swore up and down to that woman you’d do anything to help , you were one to cause damage. She didnt see any harm , now you and Ashton both worked under her. They wanted to pay you back one way or another , you didnt have to do this? Why were you doing this for them? But one night , your explanation solidified everything. “Its simple , nobodies help one another. I’d never leave a friend hanging.” Back to the present , right when Fearne and Imogen were talking it out Ashton finished his long thought. “I thought I was in love before , but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne of course was more curious so she spoke “Care to elaborate?” “Sometimes it is very to misconstrue friendship for love , lust for love , its very amorphous. I've had a hard time of defining it to begin with and these only really a couple situations where it might've even applied.” You were one of those situations , and the biggest ones to hit them. “That makes a lot of sense to me.” Fearne agreed. For a while Ashton was clearly on cloud nine. Milo could clearly tell that their signature smirk was coming more out from its little lock box. Nothing though stays perfect for a while , which is what Ashton seemed to forget. While you were paying off your debt , you took on a job. An easy looking one , having to just investigate some grounds. A couple mages of high class went missing out there. It was up to you to maybe see if you could find some sort of sign of them maybe , since with such high class they also had a lot of debts themselves. You…. you dont remember a lot about that job you took on. For the weeks after that you became more shut in , and with yourself. Ashton and Milo being your friends , and people you lived with got concerned. They got concerned really fast after Ashton clocked the dark veins crawling up your arms. Your skin started to slowly purple , and you grew to look sickly. Ashton and Milo both tried to reach out and ask if you were alright. Ashton was clearly getting fed up with how dodgy you were. This wasn't like you at all?! One night Ashton was getting home from a late night job , weird when they walked by you were … gone? Your room wasn't tossed or nothing , it was just empty. It was all the same when you were in there that morning. Ashton didnt think about it at all , maybe you were out getting work or something. They didnt wanna blow off the hinges so soon out of panic. That was slowly coming around after not seeing you around the crook house for days. Ashton was panicked , but also angry. How could you be so stupid?! Running off , leaving without saying anything , they could have helped?! Gritting their teeth , in the faintly lit lantern spire streets they felt a hand on their shoulder. “Come on - we’ve looked enough tonight.” Milo tried to guide them to just take a rest. They’ve been searching far and back for you , and not just that night. “Yeah … your right.” They gruffly replied , a worn look gracing their features. Not riled , or ready - they were so tired. Milo hadn't ever really seen them ever like this with the time they’ve been friends. FCG questioned Ashton , “Do you ever think about this person or persons?” Ashton , drink in hand thought about it again. “Not really. On occasion , but not really.” Laudna wanting to get in on this asked another question as well. “How long ago was this?” They took a quick sip , “Ten years give or take.” Thinking about it , they did really miss you. I mean why not , you were a wonderful person especially to have around them. To this day they’re still surprised with the amount of bullshit you kept up with from them. If they could find out why you left , they would. Now though it was pointless. But you were one helluva a great friend… and they would never deny that. Not for the world.

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theawkwardwriter12 · 1 year

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The Fall

Ashton x Aasimar!Reader Angst

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched you, the person he loved, have a sword plunged through your chest. The light in your eyes faded as your body began to slide off the bloodied blade. You were hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if you weren’t already dead, that would certainly kill you.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect you against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with you. You two were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two of you, what hope could you have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as your body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting you go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of your wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing your lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of you both. Not again for him and not for you. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift you up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. You had to be ok. He had to keep you safe.

Momentum. He began to sway your body to gain enough momentum to swing you onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull you up, there was no way he was pulling himself with you. But he wasn’t important, you were. You first. You would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at you. He loved you so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not you.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. You became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged your arm, slamming your body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. As you careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of your body with his own, hoping to break the fall for you as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside you. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing you, loving you, there was no world he wanted to live in without you. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into your head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel your speed increase the farther you fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see you barely conscious, your angelic wings sprouted from your back. Your arms gripped him tightly as you struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, you glided for as long as you could until exhaustion took over and you resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as you hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But were you alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Your broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to you, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to you. He had to help you.

Ashton rifled through both your bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down your throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, you aren’t dead. You can’t be dead. You had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over your body. Why did he survive? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion you had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring you back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in your chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Your chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing your hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but you’d deal with that later. Laying next to your breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, your chest sparked.

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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hello lovely! you’re my favorite bells hells writer, you just hit the nail on the head with every post and i’m so excited everytime i get the notif that you posted

if your requests are still open and you have the time/want to, could you do a bells hells x reader with the prompt “please just hold me?”, like maybe reader had a nightmare or something and asks the party to hold them? please and thank you !!!!

Hello darling! Your words made me all warm and fuzzy, I'm honoured to be a favourite something hehehe. I did a similar post here for when the reader is afraid of the dark, if you're interested :)

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

Fuck- Shit- I mean, sure. Sure. C'mere. I'll keep you close.

Even though you're the one seeking comfort, Ashton initially freaks out a little bit themselves. They're not used to the vulnerability that comes with bad dreams, especially when it's being shared with someone he cares about.

Before you give him the go-ahead, his hands are hovering in mid air, clueless on whether or not it's okay to touch you.

They're not the best at words in situations like this, so they let their body do the talking for them. Toned arms pull you into their lap, one hand gently running up and down your back as you calm down.

His crystalised skull glints and catches the miniscule light in your shared room. A little rainbow makes a wobbly appearance on the headboard. Their body is strong and grounding beneath you.

Chetney 💙

Give me time and I'll figure out a way to punch nightmares. It's not impossible if it's for you. I'd do anything for you.

He's got his mind set on that end goal, and Chet doesn't give up easily. But it can wait for another day. A day where you're not trembling beside him.

Because of how smol he is, it's less him holding you and more him being scooped up into your lap with his arms around your neck. Your nose is pressed into his shoulder as he mutters soft words into your ear.

He makes teary attempts at making you laugh, something to distract you both from the water pooling in the corners of your eyes.

He keeps an eye on you in the morning, a subtle way of checking in. He doesn't bring it up in conversation - the man respects your privacy too much.

Dorian 💙

Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll hold you. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. They can't touch you now.

He feels a little helpless in the moment, his very being flooded with cautious alarm when you reach out for him blindly in the dark. He's not the strongest, nor the bravest, but he'll be your rock and help you through this as best he can.

Pretty words are what he lives on though, and he knows just what to say to make everything feel a little bit better. Sweet nothings and intimate musings drip from the lips that rest on the crown of your head.

His fingers sweep in soothing circles across your skin, and you cling to his silk shirt and silky hair as he guides your fluttering heartbeat to steady to a more restful rhythm.

Sings you lullabies of crisp apples in spring and warm sunshine that kisses the face of a dear lover. Those nightmares are easily kept at bay while you lay beside him.

Fearne 💙

Oh dear. It's just not fair, is it? Don't worry, baby, I got you. Ol' Fearnie's here now.

She's so naturally tender with you. In the daytime, Fearne teases relentlessly, pokes and prods and says sweet flirty things that make you want to curl up into a tight little ball and burn from embarrassment.

But here, she smooths back sweat soaked wispy hairs away from your forehead, presses her lips to your forehead and hushes your unnecessary apologies.

A light floral scent envelopes your entire being like a blanket while she encases you in her arms, her downy fur there feather soft and cosy.

Little Mister lifts his head from the foot of the bed and scampers up to hold your free hand, coos quiet. The other stays placed on top of Fearne's sleep dress, right over her heart. The heart that beats for you.

Imogen 💙

I know what it's like, love. Trust me, I do. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, big or small, it's yours.

Of all the party members, you know that Imogen is the most familiar with nightmares. You've spent many sleepless nights sitting with her, smoothing back her hair and holding a cup of water to her lips as she calms down from vivid visions with vague meanings.

The storm can be so vast and crimson at times, unbearable even. It terrifies her, makes her anxious when it's bedtime. Even if she tries to hide it, you can tell.

But when you're distressed and whimpering under the covers beside her, she pushes those thoughts away and tries to be a bit braver. Braver for you. It's the least she can offer.

She cradles you into her side like you're some glass object that could shatter, her words and thoughts soothing you until sleep or daylight finds you both.

Laudna 💙

Those bad dreams have some nerve poking around in your head. They wouldn't dare if they knew what I could do. Lay back, precious thing.

Like Chetney, Laudna makes the nightmares out to be a personal enemy. They're cruel and unworthy of someone so good such as yourself. Just out of reach so that she can't protect you from them.

If she could, she would show them how scary-scary she can actually truly be.

But until she has the power to physically strangle the embodiment of your bad dreams, she fluffs your pillow and helps you lean back onto the mattress. She's humming something quietly, a lullaby of some sort, her fingers gingerly stroking your face once she's cuddled into you.

She asks if you want to talk about what you dreamt, and respects however you answer. Works you through what you remember and curls her fingers around your own as you speak.

Orym 💙

Hey, hey. Look at me. Hey. Hi. It's me. You're alright, okay? I'm right here. We're alright. Just focus on me.

He lights a candle quicky, and you now are able to see the concern on his face that the shadows previously hid from you. There's a sadness in his eyes, but it's overpowered by the protectiveness in his actions.

He perches at your side, cupping your face while his thumbs gently wipe away crusty sleep from your eyes, soft smile brighter than the flame on the nightstand.

A sprig of lavender grows effortlessly from his palm and he tucks it in between your pillows to help you sleep better when you feel ready to.

Orym has had his fair share of nightmares, and helps you through it like he approaches everything - with practiced carefulness and kindness that is so good in nature that the bad dreams dare not linger.

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