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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.

#critical role x reader #bells hells x reader #ashton greymoore x reader #ashton x reader #bells hells #critical role #critical role fanfiction #ashton greymoore

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railroad-migraine · 9 months

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Hi! I'm going to be shaving off all my hair soon, so in honor of that, could I request Bells Hells reacting to their s/o getting a buzzcut (but not telling them before)? Any configuration of Bells Hells that you want is fine! (But I would love Ashton if that's alright). Tysm, hope your day is going well!

Whoo!! Hope you feel super confident with your new haircut lovely!! 😊 I'll focus on Ashton for this x

Similar request with Dorian+Orym

Reactions to S/O's buzzcut

Ashton 💙

Ashton hadn't had a good day.

The party had decided to split up upon returning to town, with him going one way, you the other, and since then they'd had a little grey stormcloud over their head. Dragging their feet and pouting the whole time. Simply simmering in a bad mood that they denied to Letters was because you weren't with them.

It was totally because you weren't with them.

The cold ale in their hands lifts their spirits a little when half of the party finally settles in the tavern. But still, it'd be much nicer sharing one with you.

Eventually the door to the inn opens, and Imogen, Laudna and Orym filter inside, chatting amongst themselves. Ashton perks up in his seat immediately, and deflates almost as quick when it's obvious you didn't return with the others. Turns out they haven't seen you since visiting the markets, and he tries to hide the disappointment that's clearly on his face.

It's another hour of quiet sipping and scowling alone at their table until a shadow slides into the seat beside him. Ashton finally allows themselves to melt in your presence when they turn to face you-

And what a sight you are <3

He gapes at you, mouth parted in a half smile, not quite believing what he sees. Yes you look different, but most of all you look happy.

You're wearing your favourite cloak, face clean from yesterday's trip to the spa, and grinning from ear to ear. You look so at home and comfortable and pleased and damn it you deserve to feel this way all of the time.

Grazes his knuckles across your cheek until he smooths his fingers along your freshly cut hair. The short stubble (and the few uneven tufts of hair) there has a sharp yet soft texture against his calloused skin, and it's honestly quite delightful because it's you (not that they'd say that out loud... they'll leave the poetry stuff for Dorian)

So he huffs a quiet but happy chuckle instead of saying anything. It's a short thing, and their smile is small, but it's his eyes that seem to sparkle while you excitedly tell them all about your day out in town, and its inevitable end at the barber's shop - apparently the owner, a kind man with sunburnt skin and a patchy goatee, had treated you really well and helped make you become you wanted to see in the mirror.

Ashton slings an arm over your shoulders and draws you into their side, presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head, and you can just barely make out the ghost of a smile against your skin.

#critical role #critical role x reader #critical role headcanon #critical role headcanons #critical role imagines #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #bells hells #bells hells x reader #bell's hells x reader #bell's hells #ashton greymoore x reader #cr3 #campaign 3 #cr c3

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brenbrennn · 4 months

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★: 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

- { art credits to @pixelllls!! } -

𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵— ✦ coming soon!

𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘺— ✦ coming soon!

𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘯𝘢— ✦ coming soon!

𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦— ✦ "𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔"

𝘖𝘳𝘺𝘮 (𝘖𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪)— ✦ coming soon!

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'𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦' (tbc) . . .

𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮— ✦ coming soon!

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wildmothering · 7 months

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mother of masterlists

༓ tlovm/campaign one: vox machina

༓ campaign two: mighty nein

༓ campaign three: bells hells

༓ exandria unlimited

check pinned post for faq, request status, currently working on, how to request, etc.

#—mother of masterlists.#critical role x reader #cr x reader #vox machina x reader #mighty nein x reader #bells hells x reader #exu x reader

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halcyon-writings · 1 year

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— back again with the herald!verse, but this time with special guests

nav.

!! major c3 spoilers !!

(also implied poly wooooo)

you enjoy the cool breeze that always seems to linger about whitestone. although perhaps that was due, in part, to your preference for longer sleeves and sweaters. but hey, after everything you’ve done and been through, you deserved to splurge on comfy sweaters.

an idyllic life was not one you had believed were in the cards for you. (a far more grim part of your mind thought you’d perhaps die a puppet like delilah briarwood, and by extent, vecna had intended.) but alas, now here you were, occasionally working at the slayer’s cake with some old friends and enjoying a simple thing like lounging around with a book in one hand and a warm cup of tea in another.

only when you sense a person, persons, that is, outside of your home, you know that something will change. you don’t like the way the comforting breeze settles into an ominous chill.

taking a simple cloak hanging off of the rack near the door, as whitestone itself was a bit colder than everywhere else, you brace yourself for whatever awaits you outside.

well, it wasn’t a random assortment of adventurers that you were expecting. in front of them, percy, without his cane and instead a long rifle slung over his back. immediately you’re concerned.

you step out, door shutting behind you as you raise a hand and place a simple charm to lock it.

“percival, what happened?”

he swallows deeply and begins to explain.

you considered yourself a rational person. especially now that you matured and seen and experienced many things. nothing could break that reason you believed you had.

except when they mention delilah briarwood, your palms feel clammy, your hands tremble. ringing begins in your ears.

you hear your name being called. sounds muddled as you step forward.

"you brought her here? of all places?" your voice sounds like your own, but also doesn't. familiar red wisps curl around your fingers, your breathing quickens.

there's a woman with lilac colored hair, her expression desperate, "we had no other choice, she's-"

with a flick of your wrist, she's bound by the red wisps that had been curled around your fingers, your nostrils flared as you all but stomp in her direction. the other members of her party had their weapons raised.

"there is always a choice," you snap, your glare stops her midsentence, "you should've left her as she was. and let the scourge of delilah briarwood die with her."

a fireball is launched in your direction, and your features turn confused for a moment as you hear some animal screech, your other hand keeping the woman in place while the other redirects the fireball.

the momentary confusion gives you clarity, and the holding spell is dropped, your heartbeat rings in your ears. a hand on your shoulder almost makes you jump.

you turn to percival, and he almost flinches, before remembering the company of strangers, when his expression schools itself into the usual collectedness. your own expression is wounded.

the group before you senses the need for privacy at least, and you readily ignore their hard stares, a green haired woman assisting the one you captured.

vex'ahlia takes your shaking hands, giving them a soft squeeze, which you return in an almost instant. (damn, when had she arrived?, you think)

your breathing begins to slow.

"i know this might be too much to ask of you, especially considering the risks" he begins, "but if possible..." trailing off when you inhale sharply.

"they will not be receiving any of my help," you cross your arms in front of your chest, your shoulders squared, "but if she makes a reappearance because of what they are going to do, i will do all in my power to destroy her."

percival and vex'ahlia share a look, before the lord and lady of whitestone accept your answer.

you bite your lip, "after everything that delilah briarwood did to you, to me, everything, you would risk such a thing and for what? what of the children?" your silent question follows 'what if they were next?'

percival stiffens, "I know."

with a wave of your hand, your plain clothing changes to familiar armors and leathers, your eyes trained on the group some feet away knowing that they were attempting to listen.

"then you know why in good conscious that I cannot help," you adjust the gloves on your hands, "but I will protect whitestone."

percival reaches for your hand, which you allow, placing a kiss to your knuckles before brushing his thumb against them, "and I will forever be indebted to you for it."

#herald!verse #tlovm x reader #critical role x reader #vox machina x reader #bells hells x reader #mine #tlovm imagines #critical role imagines

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draventhedemon · 6 months

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Hello Critters!

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

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

Have fun!

#critical role #mighty nein #bells hells #bells hells x reader #mighty nein x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #the mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein x y/n #legend of vox machina #caleb widogast #caleb widogast x reader #beauregard lionett x reader #beauregard lionett #vax'ildan #vax x reader #percy de rolo x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 month

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hugs

thinking of the tightest hugs possible, ones that start so slow and hesitant with arms slowly circling around before they get tight, burying their head in the crook of the neck to hide the betraying emotions behind eyes screwed shut, perhaps flirting with the idea of a kiss on the cheek, fingers digging into the shoulders and where they meet the back to hold on as if it feels like the last time, a forlorn grimace when one pulls away because it wasn’t enough time to savor the feel/touch of another, interlocking fingers when you pull away as if it’s still enough (it’s not)

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o-pandora-o · 2 months

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I LIKE YOUR BLOG SM T_T

CAN I REQUEST FOR WHB BEELZEBUB AND SATAN HOW WILL THEY SURPRISE YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY? My Birthday is coming up and I really really really wanna feel loved by the boys 😔

The Kings (minus Lucifer) surprise you on your birthday

Warnings: Bit suggestive on Satan's part, mostly fluff genre. Reader isn't necessarily MC, but someone who is famous with the demons. I made it Gender-neutral as much as possible.

a/n: Hiii! Glad you like the blog, I'm sorry if I don't have a regular posting sched 😭. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU, I also included Mammon and Levi. Didn't include Lucifer because I don't wanna make him OOC. Hope you enjoy this!

Satan:

🩸He's gritting his teeth and you can hear the crunching noises whenever demons of Gehenna gives you gifts. "They're mine...grrr..*crunch*"

🩸Will definitely kick them in the rear when they give you something and you decide to hug/kiss/pat them (any physical touch rly).

🩸When Paimon offered to have a tea date (and gave you chocolates too!) it was the last straw for him.

🩸He drags you to his castle and to outside of his room. "Satan I know you're mad but... Your grip is too tight it hurts!" You said, and you saw Satan smirk. "So slap me" he said with a smug grinning face. "No" "Yes" "No!" "Yes... i can feel it" he lifted your hand and slapped himself and made an aroused look on his face. "Heh.. your anger... Tastes good..." "Anyways..." Satan said as he wiped the drool off his mouth. He opened the door to his room, revealing a room full of decorations and gifts for you. "You... Did this for...me?" "Yeah, I kept seeing you look at surprise videos of partners, and you kept telling ppyong that surprising people in human world isn't common...do you like it?" Satan smirks, he already know the answer to the question. "Of course I do! Thank you" you hug him and he kisses your forehead.

🩸The both of you open the gifts and cuddle inside his bedroom.

🩸Needless to say that you weren't seen outside that night because you're unwrapping your other gift.

Mammon:

🪙You woke up to the firm feeling in your bed. But also something akin to a warm teddy bear.

🪙You hugged the figure, only for it to reply with a deep laugh.

🪙You realized that Mammon is in your bed (in his castle), you woke up and stared at him, hugged him and gave him a good morning kiss and went back to sleep. "Hey little one, don't sleep on me, do you know what day it is, hmmm?" he said with a hearty deep laughter "Hmmm? Monday?" Then you went back to sleep "It's your birthday little one! here I got you some gifts and we'd do what you wanna do today how bout that?" "Mmmm just wanna sleep but ill open the gifts later thank you, Mammon" You lazily kiss his nose and fall back to sleep.

🪙Mammon gave you tons of gifts, including the new Dphone 15 and Ninten Switch 2!

🪙He also gave you some gifts for your hobbies and a bag of gold coins too!!

🪙You managed to move on the evening though, but Mammon had another surprise for you! A dinner on the rooftop of the 66 Demon Star Hotel!!!

🪙Scattered were some roses that had a touch of 24 karat gold leaf, a never ending candle flame created by the most powerful fire demon, and a table with your favorite fancy food.

🪙You were beyond disbelief, you know Mammon was lavish but you he keeps surprising you with the most expensive things and places. Before you can utter a word, Mammon spoke. "These things could not put a price on how priceless you are, you made me realize that despite owning everything in Hell, I could not put a price on your value... You're really unique and priceless as you are. Thank you for being with me." he pulled up his chair and let you sit.

🪙The night was full of chatter and laughter, under the starry skies.

Beelzebub:

🕶️You finally visited Avisos and you were in the palace to keep you safe, you were sleeping in your room.

🕶️You woke up with Beelzebub sitting in the window. "Oh you're finally awake! Come on, let's go!" Before you can utter a word, Beel scooped you up and jumped to the window. Everything was too fast, you can already hear Bael screaming from afar ("BEEL COME BACK HERE, YOU HAVEN'T SIGN THE DOCUMENTS!!!") "It's your birthday right? And I can smell that you missed me a lot, hehe I'll give you a grand tour of Avisos on your birthday!!!" Beel holds you tightly as he smiles like a child whose parents gave him his bday present. "W-wait beel! I haven't showered! I'm still in my pajamas!!!" "It doesn't matter! Plus you smell good~" he says as he smells and kisses your neck while still running. You bury your head on his chest, hiding your blush. 🕶️He knows where you wanted to go, honestly its thanks to his sense of smell. But you still tell him where to go.

🕶️Oh you wanted a stuffed toy that looks like him? Both of you went and play with the claw machine (well both of you know it's rigged...but you still got it!)

🕶️Wanna try out the new cafe? Sure! He only requests you try it with his body fluids, well if you don't want then he won't force you.

🕶️Do you want him to cosplay your husbando/waifu? He gotchu! He knows a cosplay cafe! He can also cook something for you too!

🕶️You wanna spend some sexy time with him? Oh boi he knows a good S&M Club to spend your energy on.

🕶️He's really sweet, he's the type of person that know your desires upon your smell. He knows when you're hungry, when you're angry, and if you're feeling a bit naughty.

🕶️When you fall asleep having a good time, he'd carry you back to the palace to sleep. He'd kiss your forehead/cheek and leave the gifts on your bedside table. "Ah... I'll miss you so much... But I have to go..."

🕶️He'd also leave a matching earring as a gift for you.

Leviathan:

⚰️He's pissed off, he's glaring. How come demons like you? It's unfair.

⚰️A Small demon gave you a gift? "Off with your head!" Barbatos gave you a rose because it looked like you? "Hang!" Glasy looked you from head to toe and almost uttered something sexual? "Get out!" (He was hanged and dragged away LMAO).

⚰️You're alone with Leviathan in his room. He's glaring at you. "W-what's the problem?" you should've kept your mouth shut... "You... How dare you! Han-" "You hang yourself! This is my birthday, stop making a fuss!" You cut Leviathan midway, he was looking shocked, albeit impressed. There was now dead silence but the tables have turned, you're now glaring at Leviathan and he now makes a :o face. "You don't want others giving me gift right?...then make up for it...please?" you said but you were looking away from his eyes. "How dare you...a mere mortal asking a king to make up for what he'd done... Truly you're..." "I won't choke you on bed anymore" you said, glaring at him "....fine meet me in the restaurant tonight at 7... it's not like I planned dinner or something..." (He did)

⚰️So you went to the restaurant he told you about, with the best suit/dress he provided. Suprisingly, he rented the whole restaurant to the both of you.

⚰️He was so beautiful with his suit. You can't feel but envy him (he knows...he can feel it). Well he kinda did apologize for his behavior (no not really), but the ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful enough to forgive him.

⚰️You both ate your favorite food and he slid a gift. You looked at him quizzically. "Open it..." He said. He gave you a bracelet with an intricate design. "A bracelet? It's unlike you to give me something like this... Thank you" a blush appeared in your face. "Oh it's also convertible to a whip see?" He presses the design, and it somehow shine like the color of his hair. In your hands were a silver whip with an intricate design. You couldn't understand how it became a whip, but it was cool.

⚰️Leviathan smirked, looking at you like he finally won. He won the 'best gift award', a competition that was never a competition in the first place.

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elliesbelle · 10 months

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not to be tmi but when my ex comes to visit me for an entire week in just a couple of months, y'all will likely get so much ellie x reader content after that cause the similarities between my ex and ellie and the crazy amounts of disgustingly nasty lesbian sex we're gonna be having? the writing inspiration will just be flowing nonstop

#when she came and visited me the first time we literally spent almost an entire day on date wandering around an art museum #it was romantic as FUCK and we were NONSTOP making out and i feel like y'all would eat the fuck up an ellie x reader art museum date fs #my ex is also an artist and her speciality is portraits and her sketchbooks are fuuuuull of sketches of me 🥰#and when we had sex for the first time... sorry but we kind of reinvented lesbian sex it was so hot and nasty i'm w*t just thinking about i #my ex is also a nerdy and very hot muscular butch lesbian who is fucking corny as HELL #ALSO SHE ALSO HAS GREEN EYES BYE LMAO #those fics will write themselves i'm telling y'all now #who wants to donate to my ex's plane ticket fare and our hotel room just think of it as an investment for my future fics #hahahaha jk but what if #sorry i'm just a little obsessed with my ex my bad but y'all love drama anyway otherwise why are you here let's be real #belle speaks #v

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danwhobrowses · 4 months

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Well fellow Callowmoores, it's almost 2024 and that will potentially be the year we see endgame of Campaign 3 - given how we've returned to the Bloody Bridge and likely intend to throw down on Ruidus and fight Predathos (somehow). Nevertheless, we're about halfway through our three week wait for another episode and since we're on the verge of intense and emotionally-charged battles ahead there'll probably be little time for romantic activity - little does not mean none, mind you - during it. Last time we had a wait like this I did a post on some underrated Callowmoore moments from the Shard Incident episodes, but since others have already wonderfully dissected the recent Feywild episodes' romantic moments I'm afraid I don't have much else to add to that. I do, however, have a bunch of mental scenarios that didn't come to be, or have yet to come to be in different contexts to how I previously thought them up. So I thought; it's the new year, why not indulge the artists and fanfic writers who can do a better job than I can with it?

So if you like some of these things, treat it as a free prompt; draw, write, flourish however you see fit, and have a Happy New Year!

If you kept reading after that awesome, I was a little worried the main thing would be a tldr situation, and still could be I didn't expect the bullets to be as long...they were actually even longer at first so not sorry but also sorry? I guess. But anyway, we know what you're here for so let's go.

Note: The scenarios were devised to keep me from suffering crippling doubt and mental shutdown between episodes so mostly they'll be fluffy and comfort-oriented than angsty.

As mentioned before, Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll Laudna made to practice talking to Ashton, building up to it or luring Ashton over. Ashton's awareness of the pickpocketing can grow too or they could simply allow it from the get-go "I let her take whatever she wants."

Dancing, low-hanging fruit maybe but always good for chaos, awkwardness, wingman activity, and high energy, but I'm talking folk dancing like in Titanic not ballroom dancing, that's not their or the Feywild's style

"I'll be the judge of that." specifically for when Ashton feels they're unlovable or doesn't deserve to be loved. There's also "Then I guess I'm crazy." and "You've always deserved it."

Pickpocketing one another has been their game, but I can't deny that the thought of Ashton making something for Fearne was highly appealing too, I had them make a bracelet from melted down jewelry and gems they had on them (plus a compartment with an Oleander seed and some water from the Feywild in it), imperfectly made but sturdy and still pretty. Bonus for Ashton reverse pickpocketing it onto her.

"You've always been perfect to me" is another one I mentioned before, I usually have Ashton say it (and sometimes post-Fearne taking the shard reiterate that Fearne keeps becoming more perfect in their eyes) but it can go either way.

Sleeping beside each other's a common one. Not even sexually, often it's for comfort, soothing pain/nightmares or reassuring each other, and - if Fearne hasn't disappeared beforehand leaving Ashton waking up feeling a comforting presence missing - usually not wanting to get out of bed the following morning.

Similar to the above is short rests in close quarters, a specific one is Ashton using their primordial earth powers to pull up a discrete wall for the group to hide behind and rest a little, melding into the actual wall to offer a polymorphed Fearne (a small fire lizard usually, sticking on Orym and Ashton's heads) more space so she can rest too, albeit very snugly and pressed against them - easy opening for kisses under the jawline btw.

Metaphorical but Ashton's reassurance of "You could never hurt me" regarding Fearne's primordial fire was used a bit, plus it aligns with the recent "I'll take my fire damage now" when they hugged Fearne.

Fearne being open to Ashton about her fears of being the dark version of herself, bonus quote "I don't know that person, she's not you, never will be, you're better."

Fearne pulling the Uno Reverse "The shard hurt, but knowing you were there made it hurt much less." and/or "Thank you for saving me."

Also similar to the one above are conversations post-Fearne taking the shard exploring newfound empathy for each other's (albeit more extreme) positions at Whitestone; Fearne experiencing the intensity of the shard's fire, and Ashton experiencing the dread of seeing Fearne in pain from it and being afraid to lose her.

"Whatever happens, promise you'll come back to me" is a pertinent one for the current setting too.

What is that? 1, 2...12! One for each month, there's of course more, some are simple low-hanging fruit or more detailed (no seriously I trimmed a lot of these bullet points down in detail) but for the sake of length we'll stop here. Once again, Happy New Year my fellow Critters and Callowmoores!

#critical role #cr campaign 3 #bells hells #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #callowmoore #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #rockwild #taliesin jaffe #ashley johnson #trust me I have more but they are more specifically detailed or could go down very closely to how I imagine #we're talking true love's nat 20 stuff here and lava explosions etc.#I will cling to that 1% potential of mental scenarios happening every day of the week #and boy if it happens I will not be quiet about it #but if you're in the market for more detail for inspiration I could be persuaded #would've loved to see Ashton offer the Hishari Armor to Mori (to pay for failing the Communication trial) or have Fearne help destroy it #and we were quite close to them pulling a 'we'll protect ~your~ daughter' comment with Olly #whatever your ship is though we are all together in the prayer circle to keep Bells Hells safe #tag reader's bonus: I headcanon that post-awakening both Fearne and Ashton's bodies glow a little when they're flirting or feeling flushed

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saphirered · 2 years

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Autumn&Halloween Prompt Masterlist (Completed)

Prompt list

//Update! October is over and autumn prompt requests are closed! All accepted requests have been posted. Thank you for everyone who sent them in. Hope you all liked the way they turned out and sorry for the ones that didn’t make it. I might do something like this again in the future so stay tuned!

1. Caught in the Rain (5. Dorian Storm fluff)

2. Moonlit Swim (11. Eris Vanserra fluff&spice)

3. Cat and Songbird (16. Caleb Widogast spice)

4. Willing Assistant (2. Fenrys)

5. Forced Vacation (19. Keyleth)

6. Sparring Distraction (15. Azriel fluff)

7. Meadow Escapade (11. Molly spice)

8. Storyteller (14. Jaskier fluff)

9. Success (2. Caleb)

10. Sleepless (4. Gavriel fluff)

11. Last Freedom (16. Eris angst+fluff)

12. Teach Me How To Dance (16. Dorian)

13. Life and Death (5. Azriel angst)

14. Keep Me Warm (1. Ashton spice)

15. Night Out (18. Azriel fluff)

16. Source Material (9. Caleb spice)

17. Midnight Kiss (10. Eris fluff)

18. Confession (5. Ashton fluff)

19. Long Day (10. Gavriel fluff)

20. Hazelnuts (19. Aedion fluff)

21. Fan the Flames (3. Lucien fluff)

22. Memory (15. Percy angst)

23. Skill Check (17. Caleb fluff)

24. Indoors (3. Gavriel fluff)

25. First Light (12. Molly fluff)

26. Not Alone (11. Azriel fluff)

27. Breakfast (20. Molly fluff) Morning

28. Sleepless Wanderer (10. Percy fluff)

29. Bluff (15. Jester)

30. Desperate Escape (7&11. Helion angst)

31. Get Ready (16. Gavriel spice)

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railroad-migraine · 11 months

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So since C2 is only like 4/5 years behind C3, it would make sense in their adventuring, that they might come across one another. Would it be okay to request a Dorian or Ashton xg!n reader, where they brag about their s/o to Beau (if it's Ashton) or jester (if it's Dorian)? I don't know if that's too specific or makes sense I'm sorry!! ~🌷

This is super cute and omg 🌷 anon I took a big break from writing but I hope you (and my other anons) are still around and enjoy this 💜 Back at it with my fave genasis. I don't normally do crossover stuff unless it's canon but y'know what, this is very self indulgent because I'm back and caught up with critical role ;3

~ Poet

Reader Bragging About Their S/O to the Mighty Nein

Ashton 💙

Okay but initially Beau doesn't get why you're so infatuated with Ashton? They're an asshole, and a self aware one too, so that makes him even more annoying to her. They butt heads when they first meet and it rubs her the wrong way.

But you lightly punch her shoulder and suggest she actually tries talking to him instead of speculating from afar, because you find them soft and caring under that tough exterior, supportive and thoughtful even though it doesn't sound in character.

And Beau finally realises: Oh shit

Ashton is a combination of herself and Yasha. A lovable, smartass barbarian with a not-so-hidden sensitive side.

Reluctantly makes an effort to start conversation with him - simply to pass the time - and hates that the similarities are there and hates that the punk rock's dry personality starts growing on her. At least she now has someone else to poke fun at in a mean-sibling-type way (someone who is far more physically resilient than Caleb).

Dorian 💙

Jester immediately started trying to figure out a plan to set you guys up, only shortly after meeting you both. When she pulled you to the side and waggled her eyebrows in the bard's direction, you laughed and revealed that Dorian was already 'courting' you, as he gently put it.

Encouraged by the trickster, you can't help but gush about all the sweet and romantic things he does for you - calling you his muse, treating you like royalty, waxing poetic about your skills and adventures together...

Jester becomes your relationship's biggest fan from then on.

Dorian gets nervous around Jester after that, because whenever he so much as holds your hand around her, she's already sending a smirk his way. It's friendly teasing, but his face heats up and he chuckles, uneased with the focussed attention.

She tries her best to offer relationship advice (none of it her own, all of it from her books or her mom), and it only flusters you and your bard further.

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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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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 3

A/N: Trigger warnings for mention of blood/mild violence/bruising/wounds

It was difficult not to be distracted by the appearance of raindrops that rolled down the clear glass of the music room. It was almost as difficult to ignore the rain as it was to look past the overhanging clouds that gave the city an inauspicious and dismal appearance.

The forecast had been calling for rain for the past seven days, each consecutive day supposedly going to be barraged with precipitation and yet only today had the city gotten any.

It would have bothered you if you hadn’t been staying later to collaborate on a project with one of the other music composition students. You would’ve been concerned about trying to make it back to your apartment in the dreary weather, even if the rain had already stopped, but seeing as how you’d be working late you figured the rain would stop.

Although the longer you watched the rain while your classmate worked, the quicker you had become doubtful that the clouds would lift and the rain would stop. It was a heavy and trodden blanket that hung over the city, the rain and the dense burrowing clouds adding yet another layer of darkness.

“I can walk you home.” Your classmate and collaborator, Ryan Beauchamp, had offered you a ride when he was done.

Normally you would’ve taken him up on the offer although the prospect of staying another hour past what you already had seemed worse than facing the weather.

You appreciated the offer anyway, you said as much when you gathered your notes and the composition pages and tucked them into your bag. You knew Ryan was a good friend and more trustworthy than most college guys you knew.

Ryan was a brother to three younger sisters and he’d liked to consider himself a universal campus big brother. He had chided you more than once for trying to walk home on a particularly cold night, or when he was worried about you running into trouble.

You’d told him countless times when you were working together that the walk was short and it was safe enough.

Once you got off campus onto the main road you only had a fifteen-minute walk and you would pass a few places that were open late in case you needed somewhere to hide if anything had happened. It was a reoccurring event that you’d grown used to in the past three weeks while working on the project with Ryan.

You would gather all your composition papers and notes, all the thoughts and ideas in your head that you’d bounced off each other, shove them into your bag and then start to head to the exit with him. Ryan and yourself would make small talk, insignificant conversation before you’d part ways.

That night had been no different, to your relief the raindrops that had barraged the portion of the city you were in had stopped, the cement drenched and pooling in sections of the surface. You started your trek through campus as usual, avoiding the grass that was soaked headily with moisture only stopping once you’d stepped off campus to find your phone.

It was the message you’d gotten from your roommate that was the catalyst for your night gone to hell, the innocent message asking you to stop at the drugstore on the way home to pick up her prescription.

It was a simple request, an errand that you hadn’t thought twice about doing since you were closest and the pharmacist was closing soon.

Your roommate wouldn’t have made it to the drugstore before they closed and she needed the medicine for the morning, a problem that you hadn’t minded helping her with. It was a detour that you had made before, the quick stop at the pharmacy wouldn’t add but minutes to your trip home from university—a short errand that bled into a flurried hell that you couldn’t escape.

It was nothing but a moment between stepping outside the pharmacy with your roommate’s prescription in your bag, to the pained and wounded cry that called you toward a side street near the drugstore.

You were caught off guard by the sound that was reminiscent of a wounded animal, the whimper tugging on your bleeding heart and stirring your engrained desire to do good in the world. You followed the sound, your naivety compelling you to help where you could even if you were heading further down the side street.

You found them dumped in the corner of a dead end, two men slumped over together against a chain link fence. Their clothes were torn and ripped to shreds, very little pieces of their once pristine jackets had remained intact and even through the dim lighting you knew they needed help

Dropping to the cold wet concrete, you reached for the man closest to you, the one whose eyes were in a constant flux of opening and shutting as he tried to remain conscience.

You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket and attempted to move him, your stomach churning at the acrid stench of copper that hung in the air, twisted and mixed with the unpleasant malodour of grave injuries.

Even in the darkened side street, you could discern the severity of their wounds. Through the dim light, you could recognize the man furthest from you as one of the more prominent businessmen in the city who had founded a number of councils and boards. You could recognize him through the wounds and the bruises, the blood that clung to him hadn’t done enough to misconstrue his identity.

Jason Wallen was a rich man, he was a man whose face was on countless billboards with his prominent message a vow to the city council to eradicate the crime districts. He had vowed to commit a vast majority of his wealth and influence to find and track down every underhanded man who had invested in the seedy dealings of this place.

“P-please-“ The man clinging limply to the chain link fence pleaded with you, every breath was coming at the cost of his ability to stay awake and verbally communicate with you.

Your hands were going to be stained with blood, and tracings of the necessary and vital substance to keep them both alive were soaking into your clothes as you tried to keep the main you were helping upright.

Sinking back on your haunches, you dug through your bag for your phone, adrenaline pumping through you while you dialled 9-1-1. Your mind was far from you, you were being led by your instincts while talking to the dispatcher detailing everything you had found and needed.

“I d-don’t want to d-die-“ The sound of his gurgling nauseated you, it was a sound that you felt you would never be able to uproot from the corners of your mind.

“You’re not going to die, you’re not going to die. An ambulance is coming, okay? You’re going to get help.” Your voice trembled, your hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding from his chest while you looked at the prominent businessman, watching his chest slow down and his eyes become distant. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be fine. Help is coming.”

Despite your effort, it felt like you hadn’t done enough. You should’ve done more.

The sound of sirens pierced the ill silence, the sharp signals of ambulatory care were echoing in your head like an air raid siren only you could hear. You fell back with a strained scream when bright lights illuminated both the side street and the damage done to the two men that were left to die.

You couldn’t get out of the way fast enough for the paramedics, struggling to rise to your feet and grab your bag while they worked on the two men. Your feet carried you out of the side street where you were stopped by two police officers, one speaking on the radio and the other trying to speak to you.

It was all muffled and quiet, discourse between what you couldn’t hear and the images engrained in your mind of the two men and their broken, bruised and battered bodies.

You were jostled from sleep by a warm large hand shaking your shoulder, and the husky whispering of one of your guards.

Your first reaction was to smack his hand away from you and protest his disturbance with a muttered threat that was incomprehensible. Your eyes remained closed, screwed shut while the faint and unrelenting memory that invaded your sleep was replaced with a stern prompt to get up.

“We’re here, Y/N. You need to get out of the vehicle and stretch your legs.” He placed his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking you twice until he could see you open your eyes and feel you shift in the front seat.

You raised your hands to hide your eyes in the palms of your hands, fingertips and nails digging into your scalp as a temporary release of tension. It was only a moment of the dull sense of pain before you lowered your hands and settled your vision on the location of your new and falsified life in the Witness Protection Program until you could head to trial.

The house was another piece of this fabricated story that you would be living until things had come to a close, this structure would be filled with fake memories and dinner parties, gatherings that would all allude to you, Steve, Ari and Andy being this new to town polyamorous unit who wanted peace in a safe place.

It was a fine thread spun into a fairytale-like story that was convoluted, just like the ring on your finger and the rings on theirs. It was all a necessary addition to a lie that was put in place like a shield to hide you until you were useful. So much of the drive had been lost to you being caught in your mind or to sleep that felt less fruitful than it should’ve been.

And now you were home.

It was a cute little house if nothing else, with an enclosed porch that would face the sunset. It was built of solid wood and stained white to match, with a solid oak door that led into the porch and further on into the house. Attached to the left side of the enclosed porch was a swing built into the left of the space with two mismatched hand-sewn pillows.

The house was on two levels, and as far as you understood, had six bedrooms and 4 baths. It was beautiful and newly renovated, it was a farmhouse on the edge of this small town where no one would know your real name.

It was a dream come true in any other situation, if you weren’t here for your protection you’d have loved to live in a place like this. This house was cozy and seemed welcoming, in a small town where everyone helped each other out and neighbours took care of neighbours. This would have been ideal for you, it would have been encompassing some version of your dreams that called to you.

You took it all in with scrutiny, on the edge of fear weighing you down and apprehension rooted in uncertainty. You couldn’t plan your future days, weeks or months. Not even in the most minimal way could you have planned anything and that had sparked your anxiety.

However it wasn’t the homely state of the house or the enclosed porch that had made your attention wander from two of the three men acting as your husbands, it was the trio standing on the lawn waiting for you. The two men and one woman appeared friendly and welcoming, with trays of food and homemade baking resting in their arms.

“Hi! We wanted to be the first to welcome you.” The woman was beautiful though older than yourself, with rich dark hair that was fastened in boxer braids and tied back in a silk scrunchie.

“I’m Lia and these are my husbands, Sam & Carter.” Her husbands, like her, were equally as beautiful as she was and no less friendly or welcoming to the three of you. They had all appeared to be relatively close in age and there was a deep bond between them that was apparent to you even if you’d just met them.

“Grant,” Steve gave his faux name and rest his hand on the small of your back to ease your worries, “my brother Andy and I share our wife.”

They didn’t bat an eye at the idea of sharing, they hadn’t hesitated to extend the polite first meeting with encouraging and warm smiles that matched their personalities.

“The realtor mentioned there were three of you?”

Carter had questioned them, no less polite than he was before.

“Cole works long distance, he’s here for a few days and gone for weeks.” Heat bloomed beneath Ari’s hand when he placed it upon the small of your back, a nudge for you to converse despite your lips feeling like they’d been seen shut.

“I’m sorry, we never even asked your name.” Lia had drawn attention to you, her warm eyes cast upon you expectantly.

“Danah.” You mumbled the name that had become your new identity. “My name is Danah.”

The name felt foreign rolling off your tongue, unclear and unfamiliar though you would have to grow used to it. You repeated yourself, a little more clearly than before and with more enunciation.

“We know how hard it can be to move so we wanted to welcome you with some food. And if you need any help when your things arrive tomorrow, Sam and Carter have the day off.” Lia handed the gifts of food to Steve, trading them off with a polite and warm offer to have dinner together once you were settled.

With the food and gifts of sweets given, the new neighbours had made a quick departure to give you privacy, though you followed them with your eyes until they were out of view.

“We should get inside.” Ari led you first, following behind you as a shield to block you from view as you walked up the steps of the porch, through the screen door and further to the front door of the house.

For now, you were home.

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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

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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.

#ashton greymoore #ashton imagine #ashton greymoore imagine #critical role #critical role campaign 3 #bells hells #ashton greymoore x reader #ashton x reader

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A date to Build-a-Bear with your Scarlet Hollow SO

Includes: Stella, Avery, Kaneeka, Oscar, Reese, and Wayne

Note: idk, earlier this year I got sad I couldn't just. Go to build a bear. So I started writing these. Reader is hardly mentioned but I did write it in the spirit of you being there.

Stella

• No clue how you got her there, but hey, you did it.

• Gretchen's going with you by the way, that's a given but I think important to mention.

• Go around Halloween, hopefully someday they'll have the mothman bear we've all dreamed of.

• Stella has so many ideas for what to make, though.

• Get a Halloween themed bear- no wait, a dog- no wait, this one looks really fucking stupid it's perfect- no wait-

• You have to go multiple times so she gets every bear she can think of.

• If she can make one look like Gretchen or a cryptid that'd be perfect

• But she'd also love to make a really screwed up, funny looking bear. Like-

• "Oh yeah, I noticed this one's missing an eye so. I'm getting this one." "This shirt has a typo on it, that's so funny i love it" "do you think they'll let me mismatch the shoes??" "a HOOK HAND ACCESSORY?! Well obviously I need that"

• You would not be able to tell a grown woman made this bear.

• She'll DIY it clothes later, it has it's own little wardrobe of wacky outfits

• She'll buy accessories she thinks Gretchen could wear.

• Lets Gretchen lick the heart before it's put in the bear

• Might get a sound effect heart but worries it'll be too annoying.

• If she got a scentiment it'd probably be the pumpkin one or... pizza? Because that existed, apparently?

• Names it something silly- an old man name like Harlod. Or give it a cryptid name.

• Absolutely fucking loved the date, she's already planning the next trip there.

Avery

• They'll think the idea is very cute.

• Make sure to go around spring/saint Patrick's day.

• Wants a flower print or green bear. (The point of going near saint Patrick's day is too ensure there's a shamrock bear to meet these requirements)

• Chooses the lavender scentiment for their bear.

• Will do that thing where you record a message for eachother's bear. They'll do a simple "I love you *kiss noise*" and it makes you swoon. They are SO perfect.

• You make a plant pun for their's, they love it no matter how stupid it is.

• They somehow make doing the heart ritual look cool?

• Finds a plant shirt and the bear's fate is sealed: they're gonna match :o

• The bear will be just as stylish as them (maybe more, I keep imagining Avery giving it a monocle accessory)

• Either names it after a plant- Like Magnolia or Clover- or names it the same way they name their plants (assuming they name their plants bc... who doesn't?)

• Very happy with the date and their bear, will show it off to everyone. Maybe it has a place at the diner- if they can find a spot garunteed to not get maple syrup spilled on it, anyways.

Kaneeka

• She probably came up with the idea, but feels a little silly about it at first because it seems so childish.

• Go around Halloween to once again ensure the pick of a spooky lil bear

• She takes it very seriously- this is gonna be the best goddamn bear ever.

• There are 2 wolves fighting inside Kaneeka: The goth and the nerd.

• So she's having a difficult time choosing between whatever collab buildabear is doing at the time (superheroes, sonic, Mario, whatever) or making the coolest goth bear you've ever seen.

• Please just let her get both 🥺

• Thin mints cookie scentiment for one bear, coconut for the other.

• Will do a cute sound effect for her bear. She would suggest recording one for eachother, but she doesn't know what to say.

• She's not mismatching the collab bear, it's getting the accessories that was made for it.

• The goth bear will get the nicest outfit ever, in all blacks and dark colors.

• She'll also DIY it clothes to fit her aesthetic better

• Gives it a very pretty, elegant name, like Celeste or Audrey

• The other bear, she fills it out the exact way she would for the character, which just feels like extra work.

• "Why does Batman need a birth certificate? He's batman." Proceeds to do the right thing and names it Bruce Wayne and changes the birthday to the right birthday.

• Thinks it was the perfect date, and is really happy you went together.

Oscar

• You'll be forced to take Rosalina and her friends with you, so not really a date. He'll see it as more of an outing for the kids, but it's kinda fun to participate.

• Gets the classic bear with brown, curly fur.

• Won't get a scent or a sound effect.

• Is a bit embarrassed to do the heart ritual, but turns it around quickly, joking that a teddy bear's heart transplant is no laughing matter.

• Won't want to get accessories because those cost money, but if you insist because you're paying, he'll cave and give it a dapper little suit and glasses. Maybe a top hat. A mini book to read. It'll be so cute.

• Gives it a bear pun or a book reference that no one gets for a name.

• Is very tired at the end of the day from being dragged around the mall by a bunch of tweens, but he gets home and still thinks it was a good day. Probably falls asleep with the bear. Though that will sadly be the only time, he keeps it on a night stand or bookshelf so it won't fall off and roll under the bed. He'd have a heartattack if he lost it.

Reese

• He never went to build a bear as a kid so this is gonna be so great for him.

• Picks out a very soft, cute bear

• Maybe like, the patchwork one with the sewed on heart? Idk why, if just seems right.

• He feels a little out of place, he's not used to cute things. He just sorta picks whatever he vibes with, and it comes out pretty cute and simple.

• He holds it very gently, like it could tear or fall apart at any second.

• Might buy a black or white shirt he can paint later, or a sweater so it doesn't get cold 🥺

• Paint brush accessory

• Blueberry scentiment, doesn't need any sound effects (unless there's a construction noises one LMAO)

• Doing the heart ritual heals his inner child

• Understuffs his bear just a little bit so it's softer

• Names it something absolutely BADASS "Nightmare" "Knight of Dreams" something awesome and cool idfk he's the creative one not me

• Has so much fun, might get sentimental about it. You can pry that bear from his cold dead hands.

Wayne

• . . . Why?

• A goop monster walks into a kids store. Screaming and crying insues. And then you're alone in the store.

• The employees might even be out of there, they don't get paid even for this.

• He's just happy to be with you, does not give 2 shits about the teddy bear at first. He adores seeing you having fun, is happier that you're not doing something dangerous.

• DO NOT let him touch the damn bear until it has some washable clothes on!! He can POINT at what he wants!! >:(

• Gets a simple bear, either a very old fashion basic one or just gets the same as you.

• Snazzy little jacket to parallel his. He's fine with you picking out the accessories for him though.

• You make him do the heart ritual even with no employees around to force you to

• Which ends up getting pus and blood in the bear. . . Gross!

• Stuff his bear full of scentiments. No, the scent doesn't matter just- just put them all in. Yeah, it's just to rival the smell of rotting flesh.

• Wayne gives it a very specific name, one you get the feeling comes from someone he knew long ago...

• Since the employees left, please just. Leave some money on the counter. It's okay if you don't pay for the 15 scentiments stuffed inside Wayne's bear. Yeah, no, it's really fine, trust me.

• Wayne will cherish this bear forever, and is extremely careful with it, even though it inevitably gets dirty a few days later anyways.

#i didn't mention that Reese would be really sad if he went half monsterfied and scared the kids away bc it hurt me too much #also originally wayne and you broke in at night but the idea of everyone seeing a corpse man and just saying 'oh hell no' was too funny #hope this wasnt too silly or anything #i was too lazy to change the bullet points so.. hopefully that doesn't fuck anything up #scarlet hollow #stella richmond #avery belle #kaneeka forsyth #oscar gutierrez #reese kelly #sam wayne #x reader

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