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peach-the-owl · 7 months

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Cuddles

Mighty Nein & Child!Reader (Child of the Nein)

*Crawls out of the void* I still live… *drops post and crawls back into the void*

Jester

You are always eager for cuddles and Jester is just as eager to return them, sometimes the two of you smiling goofily at each other while trying to see who can squeeze the other the tightest (usually Jester wins, but you get a victory every now and again). Other times you both just snuggle together, enjoying the moment of relief from adventuring.

On days when you’re usual enthusiastic attitude is nothing but a distant memory, so to speak, is when extra special cuddles are needed the most. Jester will sit with you, slowly bringing you closer to her as a way of asking if you were okay with it. When you lean in accepting the hug she’ll pull you onto her lap and hum a tune her just like her mother used to while gently petting down your hair in a comforting way, this usually leads to you falling asleep to which Jester will give a kiss to the top of your head.

Nott/Veth

It’s not that you don’t like cuddles, it’s just you’re not used to them, especially when you first met Nott. She was very understanding of this and took the time to help ease you into the feeling. Even now after all this time you’re still slightly hesitant about it but defiantly more eager to curl up next to her for some R&R.

There are days where even though your past is behind you and you’re a brand new halfling, you still feel like that icky runt of a goblin you used to be. Veth is quick to catch you when you’re like this and jumps right into mom mode, letting you curl into her for extra comfort while she makes sure you know that despite everything she still loves you for who you are. Her comfort and reassurance always helps ease your frantic mind.

Caleb

You love hugs and cuddles, Caleb does not, or at the very least he’s not the most open to them. There were two great ways to get them from him though, the most common was to steal Frumpkin as a substitute, the cat purring and rubbing against you while you happily snuggled into his soft fur. The other way was when Caleb polymorphs into an animal, giving you the chance to still snuggle into warm and fluffy fur while also enjoying Caleb’s company (he’s also extra protective of you like this but shhh, that’s a secret 🤫).

The rare off days where you’re the one feeling down are different. At first Caleb just lets Frumpkin handle it, after all the fey cat has helped him through many tough spots. With time and the more Caleb opens up he’ll approach you himself, offering to read stories to you or use Dancing Lights as that’s your favourite spell and especially the way he shifts the glowing orbs around easily helps brighten your mood once again.

Caduceus

Who were you if not usually soft and gentle, figuratively and literally, so naturally you’re always one to enjoy a comforting cuddle and Caduceus is always happy to share a cuddle with you. You’ll sit together and lean your head against his chest, smiling up at him while he contently smiles back, most of the time you’ll have a nice warm cup of tea to go with it, just adding that much more to the comfortable atmosphere between you.

It happens more often then you’d like where your thoughts will sour your mood, locking you in the past and spiralling into what if scenarios. A gentle hand on your shoulder pulls you away from it, and a comforting squeeze fulling brings you back to reality where Caduceus is waiting with a fresh pot of chamomile tea for the both of you. You don’t say much as you sip on your beverage, you don’t have to, he understands you need that space for yourself. He’ll offer you reassurance while you snuggle into his side, wrapping his arm around you that, in a way, helps protect you from those sour thoughts coming back.

Fjord

You’re not one to jump at an opportunity for cuddles but you don’t mind them either. Fjord would argue you actually very much enjoy cuddles, but it’s usually when you’re sleepy but feel too stubborn to fall asleep right away. There are multiple times you’d force yourself to stay awake so you don’t miss something important with the Nein, only for you to curl up against Fjord and end up passing out anyways. He doesn’t mind in the slightest, he likes that you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep.

When you’re having a bad day you’re not exactly willing to say something right away, you’ve gotten better at it over time but there are still days when you just get really quiet and standoffish with everyone. Fjord will almost immediately catch on to what’s happening and check on you, if you need a bit of space but don’t want to be alone, he’ll sit with you until you’re feeling better, if you’re looking for some comfort Fjord will happily lift you into his arms and hold you in a safe and secure grip until you’re back to your usual self again.

Beau

You’re indifferent when it comes to something like cuddles, you don’t hate them but you don’t care much about them either. What you usually do is give Beau a gentle punch to her arm as a sign of affection, she’ll do the same back at ya and you both call it a day.

It’s rare but there are days were you just feel down, your mind almost forcing you to wonder if you were ever good enough for anyone, you usually try to take your mind off it by distracting yourself with training. It’s not long for Beau to notice you’re quiet and sad demeanour, she’ll get you to sit next to her when you take a quick break, wrap an arm around your shoulder and gently pull you into her side. Depending on how upset you are will depend on if you’ll get Beau to also draw small designs on your arm too, defiantly helps you feel better after some time.

Yasha

You’re not the most open to touch, maybe the occasional hug here and there but you don’t initiate it. It’s not that you don’t like them, you’re just so used to keeping your distance with people that you almost feel a bit uncomfortable with it. Yasha doesn’t mind this, of course, she’s about the same when it comes to hugs and cuddles but with time and lots of patience you’re both more open to it, you still don’t seek it out for yourself though.

More often then not you’re caught up in your thoughts, part of you wanting to seek out Yasha for a bit of comfort but the other part of you doesn’t always know how to go about it. Thankfully Yasha has become very good at reading your emotions and is understanding when you need to work things out for yourself, she knows you’ll come to her when you’re ready and even though you fumble through your words she’ll wait for you to finish explaining yourself before offering you the comfort you’re looking for.

Molly

You love cuddles, simple as that. Someone wants hug, you’re happy to offer. There are times you take a running start towards Molly, making him drop whatever he might be doing at the time to catch you when you jump at him for a quick cuddle before letting him finish what he’s doing. It never bothers him when you “sneak attack” him like that, he finds it fun and great for keeping himself aware of his surroundings, win-win all around.

The literal second your emotions get you down Molly notices, your usual upbeat attitude suddenly disappearing never sits well with him. It’s one of those rare times where the Nein, aside from Yasha, will see Molly’s softer, more caring side show itself. The normally eccentric tiefling now calmly and quietly holding you, brushing a hand through your hair to soothe away the bad thoughts that dare tired to enter your brain.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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An under the mistletoe CR ask. How would the reader react to being kissed under the mistletoe by :and what would their first holiday be together like?

Percy

Scanlan

Vax

Dorian

Dariax

Orym and Will

Fjord

Caleb

Mollymauk

Caduceus

Kingsley

Awwww!! I love the kiss asks

A/N - I’d like to imagine the folklore behind mistletoe is kinda the same for in-canon universe. Or if it isn’t, then this is a modern!reader who would explain the “kiss of life” meaning behind it.

Percy - it’s a sweet but also passionate kiss; you spend the holidays with him and it’s one you’ll never forget! An elaborate party that lasts for days at Whitestone

Dariax - a sweet kiss that has you both giggling; the holidays are one to never forget with him, maybe a destination get away for you both

Scanlan - shamelessly flirty with a cheeky grin and everything! Spend the holidays with him and you’re guaranteed a personal concert and expensive gift

Vax’ildan - kisses full of longing and yearning; a holiday spent with him is one visiting with friends and family before you get time together under the moonlight

Fjord - most likely these holidays will be spent on the sea, but if you ever dock at one of the many ports, it’s an excursion type of holiday with sweet kisses hiding you close under mistletoe

Caleb - starts off as a slow kiss before becoming more heated and desperate, holding to you like a tether; most likely this holiday will be spent together in the Tower or visiting friends

Mollymauk/Kingsley - that tail cheekily wraps around your waist/legs, purring into a kiss. Holidays are most likely spent on the seas with Fjord and Jester, or visiting Yasha and Beau

Cadeuces - may not totally understand the gesture of “mistletoe”, but please do indulge him with the tale of it when you visit his home

Dorian - the kiss is like something out of a storybook for him. Completely sweet and tender, cupping your face. Holidays are spent with the Bells/Crown Keepers, or back home after helping Cyrus

Orym & Will - tender and domestic, feels just like home; holidays are spent together in your cozy abode, taking some early time off from the Blades

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icarusthefoolish · 1 year

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The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

Nothing here yet...

Beauregard Lionett

Nothing here yet...

Jester Lavorre

Nothing here yet...

Fjord Stone

Nothing here yet...

Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

Nothing here yet...

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

Nothing here yet...

Kingsley Tealeaf

Nothing here yet...

Yasha Nydoorin

Nothing here yet...

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #Veth brenatto x reader #Jester Lavorre x reader #caduceus clay x reader #Mollymauk Tealeaf x reader #kingsley tealeaf x reader #fjord stone x reader #Beauregard Lionett x reader #Yasha Nydoorin x reader

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floatyflowers · 3 months

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Dark! Percy Jackson Reverse Harem x Reader|| Chapter One

You look up at the sign that says camp half blood, exhaling and inhaling, trying to calm your nerves down.

Thoughts of doubt encircle your mind, but you finally decide to step into the camp.

However, the moment you step into the camp, you feel something engulf your body.

But, you don't pay any attention to it, thinking that it must be the camp's atmosphere.

You walk around the camp, trying to search for any adult around to introduce yourself.

After three minutes of searching around, you get tired and before you know it...

...you burst into tears.

After all, it's too much for your mentality to feel such pressure.

You are thirteen, got chased by a monster, your mother barely explained anything to you before she dropped you off at the camp.

She didn't even say goodbye as if she was ashamed that your demigod side started to show.

While crying, you don't notice the figure approaching you until you feel someone pat your head.

"You are new here, I guess?"

Looking up, you are met with the sight of a handsome boy with dark brown hair and eyes who looks to be a few years older then you.

"And also your godly parent laimed you it seems"

You look above your head to see a hologram of small pink cherubs flying above your head.

"My godly father is...Eros?" you inquire slowly, amazed by the hologram

Suddenly the hologram switches to a golden sun with 21 rays made of arrows.

"I think it's Apollo"

Luke is confused at what is happening as the hologram changes again and gets replaced with glowing caduceus.

"You are my sister?"

The hologram keeps changing which confused you and Luke more until it stopped at the cherubs.

Once Hermes' son is sure that the hologram is not going to change again before he confirms your parentage.

"You are certainly Eros' daughter"

Luke seems disappointed that you aren't his sister.

"Who are you?" you ask, wiping away your tears.

"I will tell you who I'm once you tell me why you were crying"

You smile at him when you see his warm expression.

He reminds you of your kind stepfather.

"I was crying because I was stressed"

Luke chuckles and guides you further into the camp until you reach the dining pavilion area.

"Don't worry, we are now your family, I'm Luke Castellan, Hermes' son"

Some demigods turn towards you as he pushes you gently to join them.

But someone caught your eyes.

And it seems like the blond demigod also notices you.

His gloomy expression turns into one of shock before smiling brightly.

"(Y/n)!"

He walks up to you and hugs you tightly before pulls away with the same lovesick look on his face.

"You are also like me, a demigod?"

"Yeah...hey, Percy"

Percy Jackson, your school stalker, who has a huge crush 'obsession' with you.

You always remember him staring at you.

And bumping into him by accident in many occasions.

"I'm glad you are here with me"

You chuckle nervously and nod your head slowly.

"Yes, me too"

"You two know each other?"

Luke asks, seeming jealous of Percy.

After all, he already considers you his younger sister.

Percy answers with a confident smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"She is my girlfriend"

Chapter Two >>>

#tw: toxic relationships #reader insert #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #daughter reader #possessive #yandere percy jackson x reader #yandere luke castellan #annabeth chase #Grover underwood x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

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celiastjamesoscar · 9 months

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Umbrella Paradox

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: When visiting a local cafe shop late one night, you meet the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, but you get off on the wrong foot.

Warnings: murder accusations, mention of drug use, light swearing, slight dark humor (my first time writing something ever)

Word count: 5.5k

Read pt 2 here

The streets of New York City were desolate at this hour: few and far patrons wandered into the small coffee shop. A faint chill was in the air, but not enough to make one wear a jacket. The type of chill someone can breathe in and feel in their bones. The kind of chill that anyone from the Midwest would recognize, the tell-tale signs that a storm was coming. From the way the trees rustled to the smell of the air and even to how the local dogs, who were ordinarily quiet, began to bark and growl, all signs pointed towards that of a storm.

Even though it's known as “The City That Never Sleeps,” the city seemed peaceful to the woman who worked the shop. Today had been one of the busiest days; the order for cappuccinos never ended, and Sam was ready for it to end. For the past hour and a half, however, the coffee shop had been a ghost town, the only souls that haunted the shop were Sam and one of her coworkers who just sat in the back, waiting for their shift to end. Within the four walls of solitude, a quietness quickly disappeared as Sam heard the loud cracks of thunder. As if Mother Nature had flipped a switch, a downpour of rain seemed to swallow the small shop.

As dusk hours dragged on, the little hand on the clock crawled towards 1, and the bell above the door dinged. The words “What can I get for you?” were already leaving her lips before she looked up, but she felt like the world had shifted when she saw the woman before her.

The woman in front of Sam was close to her height; maybe even taller-it was hard for Sam to tell-and she had a scar on her left eye. It went an inch or two above her eyebrow and was three inches below her eye. She wore a black uniform resembling an EMT: buttoned-up collared shirt with two chest pockets, military creases, and tactical pants. As she approached the counter, Sam took in the top of her uniform: she had a small badge on her left collarbone that said ‘emergency medical technician’ with the symbol of Caduceus on it. On her right, read the name ‘Y/N.’ Across her shoulder, she carried a red bag that had a white Caduceus symbol stitched on it. She also had a walkie-talkie hooked onto her belt and held an umbrella.

“Espresso and potato soup.” The woman said as she stood before Sam. She had a dry tone, almost as if she was irritated that Sam had asked her what she wanted.

“Hot or cold?” Sam gently asked as she studied the woman: she had bags under her eyes and wore a stressed expression.

“What?” The woman responded with the same dry tone.

“Your drink. Do you want it hot or cold?” Sam repeated herself, losing the gentle tone and speaking with a slightly irritated one instead.

The woman asked irritatedly, “Why would I want a cold coffee? That defeats the purpose.” Sam had to fight herself not to roll her eyes at the comment and instead added up the total.

“Okay, that will be $8.75,” Sam said as she watched Y/N dig around her pockets for her wallet. Eventually, the woman pulled out her money along with three quarters and paid Sam before walking off to sit in the corner of the shop, taking off her bag and placing her umbrella on the floor. Sam placed the order for the woman and went to count the money but soon found out she was two dollars short.

“Miss, you are short two dollars,” Sam spoke with gentleness in her voice even though she could not understand why but quickly regarded it once the woman mumbled something under her breath and threw the two dollars onto the counter. Sam scoffed at the woman’s actions but began making her coffee.

As Sam finished making the coffee, her coworker brought up the soup and placed it by Sam, sparing a glance at the woman in the corner, “Just think, a little over an hour to go,” they said with a smile as they disappeared quickly into the kitchen. "It’s going to be the longest hour of my life,” Sam thought as she grabbed the soup and coffee and walked toward the woman.

“Here’s your soup and coffee. Enjoy,” Sam said as she placed the items in front of the woman, who said nothing in return. Minutes seemed like hours as the woman ate her soup and drank her coffee, and Sam was bored. The only thing on her mind was the downpour outside and the woman in the corner, though she would never admit that to herself. Y/N had been the only customer in the past–Sam quickly glanced at the clock–two hours. Out of boredom, Sam began wiping down tables, preparing for closing even though the shop closed in thirty minutes.

As if snapping out of a daydream, the woman quickly noted Sam’s action and finished her meal and drink. She got up, placed the bowl on the counter, and discarded her coffee cup. She set three dollars on the counter, spared Sam a smile–if one could call it–grabbed her umbrella, and quickly left the shop. As Y/N left the shop, a small group of teenage girls walked in, all a bit drunk, but Y/N wouldn’t tell on them.

She began walking down the street, holding the umbrella close to her as the rain continued its assault on the city. “It hasn’t rained in a month, and of course, it decides to piss it down the night I work 12 hours.” Y/N mumbler under her breath, walking a quarter of a mile back to the station. As she approached the station, she noticed something was missing. “Fuck me; I left my bag.” She grumbled as she began her saunter back to the coffee shop.

Just as she began her walk, she started thinking about the woman in the cafe. Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t find the woman attractive. She had tan skin that was undoubtedly smooth and beautiful brown eyes that one could get lost in if they weren’t careful, but she also had a guarded nature. She felt terrible for how she treated the woman; Y/N had had a rough day at work, the calls for emergencies never seemed to end, and she let it affect her mood. She was usually delightful, but the long shift had gotten to her, and she seemed to have taken it out on the poor woman. The alluring woman plagued Y/N’s mind; she subconsciously quickened her pace, hoping to make it back in time before closing to apologize to the woman.

After Y/N had left the shop, Sam stopped cleaning the tables and walked over to the counter. She smiled at the tip and happily collected it as the doorbell rang again. “I’ll be with you in just a minute,” Sam said as she made eye contact with one of the girls in the group before grabbing the bowl and taking it into the kitchen. As she left, however, she heard the faintest of a whisper, but it was there, “murderer.”

Sam has not been a stranger to the accusations from strangers since the Woodsboro murders. It seems once a week; the shop gets a patron who throws around the word “murderer” while Sam is working. At first, it bothered Sam, she would cry on her breaks and smoke more cigarettes than usual, but after a while, she became immune to it all. She acted like nothing bothered her when she was with Tara, as she didn’t want her baby sister to worry about her. But that’s all Tara did.

Tara noticed the subtle details: Sam would have puffy eyes and smudged mascara, things that would go unnoticed by the average eye but not to Tara. Then more significant things began to happen; Sam’s mood would change on a dime, she started to smell like cigarettes more often, and she had bags under her eyes. Of course, Tara rebelled against her sister, just like any typical freshman in college would do against their parents. Tara only acted out as a way to push Sam away from her. Tara’s entire life, people have left her: her dad, her sister, and her mom, who has been absent most of her life. She wanted to prove she was the problem: Tara was why everyone she loved left her. In her mind, Tara believed she didn’t deserve love and was too much to deal with, so she pushed Sam away.

But once Sam started coming home with her work clothes covered in coffee or cherry coke, Tara began to behave herself. She would order pizza before Sam’s shift would end and have a movie ready to play when she got home. Sometimes, if she felt adventurous and brave enough, she would cook a meal for the two of them. Once, she tried cooking one of Sam’s favorite meals but almost burnt down the apartment. Neither talked about it; instead just laughed over their Chinese takeout about the disaster. Tara never asked Sam about her job, as she figured it would only add to her sister’s guilt: having her little sister worry about her when she was already struggling enough to get over the trauma of Woodsboro. Instead, Tara simply showed her care for Sam through little acts they preferred. Asking each other if they were okay without words was how close they were. Sam might have gone for five years, but their bond will always be everlasting: no amount of time will ever shake their love for each other.

Sam prepared to face the inevitable and walked towards the counter, “what can I get you girls?” she asked with a polite tone and forced smile.

The girls gave Sam an unimpressed look as they pretended to look at the menu. “Let’s see here, ummmm…can I please get a latte? No, actually, how about an americano? Wait! No, I would like a mocha, please!” One of the girls stated as she twirled her hand around her finger, pretending to play dumb just to irritate Sam. Sam knew that this was going to end badly for herself, but the best she could do was force a smile, not like she’s been doing that her whole life.

After getting all their orders—which took a millennium—Sam eventually got to make their coffees. With complaints and loud sighs, the girls sat down at one of the tables Sam had just finished clearing, as the cleaning supplies were still on it. In one single motion, the girl who played dumb backhanded all the supplies off the table, crying out an “oops” as she sat down while the other girls laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up in a minute,” Sam uttered with a clenched jaw. As Sam finished talking, the doorbell chimed, but she didn’t have it in her to turn around, afraid that the girls were stalking her movements and they would see the frustration on her face, knowing they were getting to her.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on worrying about it. I know that you know how to clean up a stain or two,” the Karen Smith wanna-be stated with an all-too-knowing smirk while twirling her hair. “How’d you do it anyway? Get away with all those murders?” She asked as she outstretched her arms when she said ‘All those murders.’

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sam voiced through gritted teeth-she didn’t have the patience to deal with this right now.

“Oh, okay then!” The girl exclaimed with a jeering expression as she bounced around in her seat before speaking more seriously, “I just thought you were that Loomis girl who murdered six of her friends and tried to kill her sister.”

Sam spoke in a tired but hardened tone, “Look, girl, I have no idea what you are trying to get at, but-” “Excuse me, may I get a pot of coffee, please?” A gentle voice interrupted Sam. She had half a mind to give the person a piece of her mind for interrupting her, but when she turned around, and the words died on her tongue. It was the woman from earlier, but this time she wore a radiant expression, and a cheeky smile rested upon her face. She rested her elbows on the countertop, leaning forward a bit.

“Yeah, just a minute,” responded Sam as she brought the coffees over to the girls. When she handed Karen wannabe her coffee, her hand “accidentally” bumped Sam’s, causing the piping hot liquid to land all over Sam, ruining her top. “Omg, I am sorry!” Even though she did not attempt to help, the girl exclaimed, “Please don’t murder Ms. Ghostface; it was seriously an accident!” At this, the girls laughed, and Sam even heard a snicker come from behind her. And sure enough, Y/N had a mischief smirk even though her eyes were choleric.

“I’m getting your cup of coffee now,” Sam sighed as she took off her apron and threw it on the counter.

“A pot of coffee, not a cup,” the woman stated as Sam gave her a puzzled look, “preferably your hottest pot as well.” Sam rolled her eyes at the statement but went and got the fresh pot of coffee her coworker had made for themselves.

Sam returned and handed the woman the pot; she didn’t bother questioning what she needed an entire pot for; as long as Sam was left alone, she didn’t care.

“Thank you-” Y/N glanced at the nametag on the coffee-stained apron, “-Sam.” She gently smiled as she spoke before swiftly approaching the group of girls.

Watching in amusement and pure curiosity, Sam stared with bewilderment as the woman threw the coffee onto the group of girls, their shrieks and screams echoing throughout the cafe. “Omg, I didn’t mean to do that!” Y/N expressed with a cheerful laugh as one of the girls started crying because her ‘perfect hair was ruined!’

“I’m going to sue your ass!” Karen wannabe shouted, standing up to wipe the coffee off her clothing.

“On what grounds? You are trespassing on private property!” Y/N laughed as she pointed towards the clock; it was fifteen past two. “Now leave before I call the cops and say that you’re refusing to leave,” with that, the girls quickly left the shop, but not without Karen wannabe scoffing at Y/N and flipping Sam off.

Y/N had placed the coffee pot on the counter and was preparing to ask Sam a question before Sam interrupted her by laughing. It wasn’t a tiny laugh; no, it was the type of laughter that has one doubled over holding their stomach type. Caught off guard by Sam’s laughter, Y/N quickly joined in.

Consequently, the coworker came up to see what the laughter was about but quickly disregarded it, said goodbye, and left. Drying the tears from her eyes as her laughter died, Sam looked around before speaking, “Thank you for that. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It was no problem, and besides, I kinda had fun doing it. Is that bad?” Y/N questioned with a worrisome look as she made eye contact with Sam.

“No, it’s not. They deserved it.” Sam joked as she looked around the shop. “I need to close up, but seriously, thank you.”

Y/N nodded as Sam walked off to the supply closet. When she returned, she found that Y/N had already begun cleaning up the mess she had made and the spilled cleaning supplies the girls had knocked over. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not holding you hostage here,” Sam joked as she walked over to the table Y/N was cleaning.

“I know, I just feel bad about this,” Y/N voiced with a sigh and waved her arm around the messy table. “I should have handled it better.”

“It’s not your fault,” Sam explained, “those girls were assholes, and they deserved a lot worse,” she finished with a laugh.

Y/N smiled at Sam, “I know. I’m Y/N, by the way,” she said as she extended her hand. Sam smiles as her eyes crinkle and accepts her hand.

“I’m Sam, but you already know that,” she replies as she slides her hand into hers. The sparks that Y/N feels when their palms connect causes her to flinch and take a deep breath momentarily. Y/N notices how Sam’s eyes snap up at hers, telling Y/N that maybe she felt it too. If Sam saw how Y/N’s eyes smiled for her and her palms began to sweat, she didn’t say it. And if Y/N noticed how Sam’s spine got the faintest chill causing her to stand up straighter, Sam was glad she didn’t say anything.

Sam pulled her hand back out of shock, her eyes darting around the room, looking everywhere but Y/N’s radiant smile. “Well then,” Sam coughed out, “we should finish up closing.” Y/N nodded in agreement, tapping her foot as she cleaned off the tables.

Occasionally, her eyes drift over to Sam, who was also cleaning tables on the other side of the cafe. It felt as though Sam was trying to put distance between herself and the EMT. It felt like she was suffocating just being near the woman; it drove her mad with anger and happiness simultaneously.

Fifteen minutes had passed before they finally finished cleaning up and preparing to lock the front doors when they realized it was still raining. “It is pissing it down out there,” Y/N stated, looking out the window. She had her umbrella in hand and her long-forgotten medical bag over her shoulder, getting ready to leave the shop before she turned to Sam, “Would you like me to walk you home?” She asked with the gentlest tone Sam had ever heard, and it almost brought a tear to her eyes. A stranger she had just met was willingly being friendly to her after hearing accusations of her being a “murderer.” She had half a mind to run in the other direction; ordinary people were never this nice to her.

“I would like that, if you don’t mind,” Sam uttered, afraid her voice would break if she spoke any louder. She was used to the cruel ways of the world now-she expected the worst but never prayed for the best. Even after all the harsh years she has dealt with, this moment with Y/N seemed to compensate for her torture.

“Let us begin our adventure then.” Y/N proclaimed as she stepped outside the door and opened her umbrella. She held the umbrella over both of them as Sam locked up the front door and pulled Sam into her side, “I don’t want you to get soaked,” Y/N expressed with a cheeky grin and loving eyes. If Sam noticed the red tint on the other woman’s face, she kept it to herself.

Sam informed her that it’s about a half-mile walk. It would take Y/N almost a mile out of her way, but she just nodded and said that’s fine. She didn’t care how long she had to walk, as she couldn’t muster a complaint with Sam by her side.

They walked the first block in complete silence; the only sound they could hear was the rain pelting down on the umbrella before Y/N spoke up, “Why were those girls accusing you of murder?” She felt Sam automatically tense up and suck in a deep breath, and it sent a dagger into her own heart.

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want to talk about it,” Sam sighed, looking down at the ground as she spoke, “Not right now, at least.”

“Okay,” Y/N said with a loving tone; it made Sam want to strangle her. Sam hated how one word made heat creep up her neck and warm her body despite the cold weather. She hated the way one stranger made her feel more loved and appreciated than anyone in her entire life ever had. And above all else, she hated how Y/N smiled at her like she was the only person in the world. Like her life meant something other than being the daughter of a serial killer.

“Why’d you do that?” Sam asked after a few beats of silence.

“Mhm? Do what?” Y/N questioned as she looked at Sam.

“Throw the coffee on those girls.”

“Oh, I did it for the shiggles,” Y/N admitted with a shrug of her shoulders and a cheeky smile.

“‘Shiggles? What does that mean?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh as the question left her lips.

“Shits and giggles, my dear Watson,” Y/N said with the same cheeky grin plastered on her face, and it took everything in Sam to look away for fear of doing something she might come to regret.

“So, were you an asshole to me earlier for the shiggles? Or was that all an act?” Sam asked as she bumped her shoulders into Y/N, slightly causing the woman to fall out from under the umbrella shelter.

“Hey! Watch it, lady! This is a vintage Prada shirt that the devil himself wore when he fought Meryl Streep!” Y/N exclaimed as she wiped the rain off of the left side of her face when she returned under the umbrella. She then wiped her hand off Sam’s clothes, earning herself a small elbow to the side.

Sam laughed at the woman’s words and actions, “have you ever seen that movie?” Sam questioned.

“No, I have not,” Y/N stated with a very serious expression but a playful manner in her eyes. Sam could not believe that this was the same woman she met earlier. “Is it bad that I think she’s kinda hot?”

“Who? Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep, or Emily Blunt?”

“Ummm, yes?” Y/N said with her eyebrow raised like she could not believe Sam had asked her that question.

Sam’s head fell back with laughter at Y/N’s response, and Y/N swore it sounded like angels were singing. “I hate you.” Sam joked with the kindest tone Y/N had ever heard.

“Nothing about my response is funny, Sam!” Y/N exclaimed with a smile followed by frantic hand movements, “Yes to all three women, no matter the context, it's just yes!”

“Hey, I’m not disagreeing with you.”

“Mhmm, you better not be,” Y/N replied as she nudged her shoulder against Sam’s, but not hard enough to knock Sam out from under the umbrella.

“But seriously though, why were you being an asshole earlier?” Sam questioned, hoping to get an actual response out of the woman this time.

“I had a bad day at work. Too many kids shooting fireworks at each other leaving them with not enough fingers,” Y/N said as she brought her hand close to Sam’s face and began wiggling them in front of her. Sam laughed and gently pushed the EMT’s hand down, letting her hand linger for a few seconds too long before she dropped it back down by her side.

“People are still shooting off fireworks? July 4th was a couple of weeks ago,” Sam stated, shaking her head as she hoped it would get rid of warm cheeks.

“Dude, crackheads are crazy. They will blow each other’s fingers off with fireworks until mid-November.” Y/N laughed, “The first call I got today was some dude who was high on PCP, for your information, who had tried to use a firework to launch himself onto the moon!”

Sam couldn’t help but join Y/N’s laughter; she found it somewhat morbid that the woman handled such a scene with mild humor. “How do you find this stuff funny?” Sam questioned with a look of amusement.

“Perks of the job; cool uniforms followed suit by dark humor,” Y/N stated as she sent a wink Sam’s way along with some playful finger guns. If Sam noticed Y/N’s eyes peaking at her lips, she didn’t mention it. “I do want to apologize for the way I treated you earlier. I was being an asshole. Is there any way I could make it up to you?”

“Yeah, you kinda were, but you’ve made up for it,” Sam said with a lighthearted smile.

Y/N just smiled at Sam in return but quickly felt her heart flutter at Sam’s smile. She had seen Sam smile their entire walk, but for the first time, Y/N had seen her smile.

It wasn’t like the forced smile she saw when she had first met the woman; no, it was a different smile. Y/N wouldn’t even classify it as a smile if the laws of nature would allow her to; she’d call it something completely different. Something that has no negative aspect, something that has no flaws, something that the evils of man can never touch. The only words that came to mind were ‘unblemished’ and ‘pure,’ but she felt shame and embarrassment as she tried to put a word to Sam’s smile. There are no words in the English language that Y/N could scream to match that smile.

Y/N was going to say something, but all the words slipped her mind. It was as if someone had flashed her with a neuralyzer, and she only remembered the captivating woman in front of her. With what little words she could muster, she simply uttered, “I’m sorry,” followed by an awkward laugh as she rubbed the back of her neck before looking down at the rain-soaked sidewalk.

Caught off guard by the sudden change in mood, Sam tried to look at Y/N’s face, but the woman refused to meet her challenging gaze. So, Sam did what any sane person would do. She slowly brushed her fingers against Y/N’s, praying to all the gods in the world, hoping one would answer her prayer. And to her luck, a God did.

Y/N slowly bumped her hand against Sam’s and gently locked her pinky finger with Sam’s. She waited for Sam to pull back, but Y/N let go of Sam’s finger after a few seconds.

At first, Sam’s heart sank into her stomach; she was getting ready to usher out a plethora of apologies before she felt Y/N’s palm against her own. It felt as if the entire world stopped for both women, but at the same time, everything was moving faster: their breathing, their eyes, their walking pace, and their heart rates. At the same time, as if their minds were on the same wave link and they shared a telepathic ability, they both looked at each other, subtly shifting their bodies to be closer while continuing their walk.

Y/N’s eyes never left Sam’s. All she could do was stare into the woman’s eyes. The kind of eyes that made thieves wonder why they even bothered to steal pieces of art. The type of eyes that Y/N longed to call home.

On the other hand, Sam did everything she could to avoid Y/N’s piercing gaze. She studied how the scar on her eye moved with her facial expressions, noted how the earlier stress lines were gone, and wondered if her lips tasted as good as they looked. She wondered if they were as soft as they looked, if she could get lost in her kisses and forget about everything else. She wondered if they would fit perfectly with her own.

Subconsciously, both women stopped walking and slowly began leaning in. They were so close they could feel each other’s breath on their lips. And if God had decided he hadn't made Sam’s life hard enough, a car flew down the road, driving through a puddle of water, causing it to soak both women. Out of instinct, Y/N dropped the umbrella to her side, causing Sam to send her a murderous glance. Sam cursed under her breath as she stared down the quickly disappearing car while Y/N tried to slow down her heartbeats. Y/N was quick to make a joke out of the situation, hoping it wasn’t too awkward between them, “well, at least your clothes were already ruined.” She said as she quickly closed the umbrella and shook herself off like a dog.

“Umm, what the hell are you doing?” Sam questioned as she gestured towards the closed umbrella.

“What? Our clothes are already soaked; we no longer need to use this thing.” Y/N stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Sam huffed at Y/N’s words, mentally slapping herself for agreeing with the woman, then she reached out and linked her arm with Y/N’s. Y/N gave Sam that same gentle smile from earlier and gestured to the sidewalk with her free hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Sam laughed, bumping her shoulders against Y/N’s. Neither woman complained about the downpour of rain they were walking through, but when the loud cracks of thunder started again, they dislinked their arms and instead linked their hands together, quickly running through the rain. Between the occasional thunder, the only thing that could be heard were the sounds of laughter and playful banter between the two.

Out of breath but full of life, they quickly reached the apartment complex doors and ran inside. Neither said anything at first, but when they looked at each other, they burst out laughing. “You look like a drowned rat.” Sam joked between laughs.

“Thank you, that is exactly what I was going for this morning,” Y/N said as she lightly pushed Sam. However, when Y/N’s hands touched Sam’s torso, she gently grasped Y/N’s hands and slowly placed them on her waist, moving into Y/N’s personal space. The atmosphere around them quickly changed into one full of desire and longing.

Y/N looked down at Sam’s eye, then her other one, and down at her lips before looking back up at Sam. The only thing she saw in Sam’s eyes was the same burning passion she felt, and she needed to feel something, anything from Sam. Leaning down, Y/N let her lips linger on Sam’s but never kissed her; it was her version of asking if this was okay. Y/N’s grip on Sam’s waist tightened as Sam removed her hands from hers and slowly brought them up to cup Y/N’s face. With a gentle stroke of her thumb against her cheek, Sam finally closed the distance.

The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike anything Sam has ever experienced in her entire life. She softly sighed into the EMT’s lips, releasing tension she didn’t know she had. She felt her whole body react to the kiss as if her soul told her that this was her last first kiss.

Y/N delicately kissed Sam back, worried that if she tried too hard or moved quickly, everything around her would disappear, including Sam. Y/N is so lost in Sam that she can’t even hear the loud thumping of her own heartbeat against her rib cage and ringing throughout her eardrums. The only thing on her mind was the soft stroke of Sam’s thumb against her cheek and the tender lips against her own. Slowly and reluctantly, the two separated but rested their foreheads together.

Out of breath, Y/N whispered against Sam’s lips, “When can I see you again?”

Sam let out a laugh before slightly pulling back, just far enough where she could look Y/N in the eyes and still be in her arms. “You know where I work. Figure it out.” She said as she leaned up to kiss Y/N’s cheek while gently stroking her other cheek before slowly making her way up the stairs to her apartment.

Y/N was so lost in thought that her mind only began to register what had happened when she lost the warmth of Sam. She watched as Sam slowly walked up the first few steps before calling out, “You are really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”

Sam smiled as she leaned against the railing, looking down at Y/N, “If I remember correctly, you asked me how you could compensate me for being an asshole.”

Y/N scoffed at Sam’s words but spoke with a smile on her face, “I thought you said I had already made it up to you?”

“Well, I lied. See you at the coffee shop sometime!” Sam called out with a wave of her hand as she quickly walked up the stairs. She didn’t want Y/N to see the giant smile on her place that accompanied a faint blush on her tan skin.

Y/N couldn’t help the grin that overtook her face at Sam’s words. ‘At least she wants to see me again!’ She thought as she practically skipped out of the apartment complex, leaving her umbrella behind.

This is my first time writing anything, so I apologize if this was bad. If anyone has any requests, let me know!

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jgracie · 17 days

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WHEN YOU’RE CLOSE TO ME

masterlist | rules

‘cause you are my medicine, when you're close to me

pairing travis stoll x demeter!reader

warnings none!

on the radio . . . on melancholy hill (gorillaz)

an i had to put u guys on my vision !!!!!!!!! reader is a daughter of demeter… i wonder why ?! this is short but i just had to write something other than percy for a second LOL also when they're sitting at the cafe tgt i imagine the ‘on melancholy hill’ trend on tt hence the song choice

you’re so pretty. too pretty. ever since your little quest - which consisted of retrieving his father’s caduceus for him - ended, your face was all travis could think about.

whenever he closed his eyes, he saw your sparkling eyes and bright smile, as well as the flowers that couldn’t help but bloom all over you, your excitement causing your powers to go haywire.

being one of the few demigods who’d been living at camp since birth, you were dying to see the outside world for as long as you could remember. so, when you heard travis needed a second for his quest, you begged him to choose you, and despite many of his siblings wanting to go too, he did choose you, unable to say no to your cute face

with you, new york, a city travis knew like the back of his hand, went from being mundane to a city from one of those fantasy books the athena kids were obsessed with. you marveled at everything around you, taking a million different stops and trying a million different food and drink items.

soon enough, you passed by a cafe that you just had to have a drink at, and who was travis to deny you? his father could wait, he was immortal after all. so, the two of you made your way to a table in the corner and ordered drinks. travis got a coffee you insisted was too bitter, while you got matcha, which he thought tasted awfully similar to grass.

during your time at the cafe, you made small talk every once-in-a-while, but mostly just basked in the comforting silence that blanketed the two of you. you rarely ever interacted at camp, but for some reason, it felt right for travis to be alone with you.

eventually, you did find the caduceus and returned it to hermes, who was eternally grateful and offered to fly you to barcelona for a one day getaway, but that didn't matter. all travis can remember about that quest is your presence. the longer travis knew you for, the more y/n-shaped blossoms bloomed in his heart.

which is why he did what he did. he knew very well that the demeter cabin sold bouquets to both demigods at camp and flower shops outside of camp, and after some sneaking around, he was able to find out that you worked with your siblings on tuesdays, thursdays and saturdays.

today happened to be a saturday. travis sent a request for a bouquet today, knowing you'd be the one to put it together. after borrowing a book from michael in the athena cabin, he was able to choose the flowers he wanted for this very special bouquet: pink bluebells, carnations, alyssums and camellias.

"travis! i have your bouquet!" you said, breaking his train of thought, "i knocked three times but no one answered so i let myself in, i hope you don't mind," in your hands was the bouquet, tied at the stems with a pink ribbon.

taking it from you, travis took a good look at it. naturally, it was perfect. he didn't expect any less from you, "thank you, y/n, but i need this delivered. it isn't for me," he said, praying his plan worked.

"oh, okay, who's it for? i'll get katie to deliver it now," you said, a warm smile tugging at your lips.

"it's alright, i'll do it myself. she isn't too far from here," he said, before handing you the bouquet, a blush coating his freckles. maybe he should've confessed in a more traditional way.

you looked down at the bouquet, confused, then up at him, and understood. violets bloomed in your hair as you said, "travis, this is really sweet of you. no one's ever done something this nice for me!" your smile got wider then, and travis was close to swearing on the styx to get you a bouquet of flowers every day if it meant you'd smile at him like that

a sudden wave of boldness washed over travis, and he knew what he had to do. just as you were about to leave, he said, "since i'm so sweet, would you wanna go explore new york with me again? no quests this time."

you looked over your shoulder and back at him, and at that moment, travis knew he wouldn't need the infirmary as long as you were his. you were better than any medicine the apollo cabin could prescribe him

"sure, travis, but only if we can take your dad up on his offer afterwards!"

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Day 26. Holy shrine 🎃

-> Caduceus Clay x GN!Reader

Taking care of the caretakers

~ Poet

"I forgot to mention," Caduceus hums from the comfort of his armchair while you toe your boots off at the door to his ancestral home, "the family whose uncle died recently had a request for the funeral - they want a passage read from your favourite book."

"Mine?" you ask, puzzled, and gratefully take the offered cup of tea.

"Yes, yours," he confirms with his signature easy smile. "You now tend to the graves and sanctuary alongside myself and my family, so your favourite book would help... bind him to this place."

It's quite an honour. You don't know the family well, and you don't bear the Clay last name either, but you're a good friend of Caduceus and they must appreciate that fact enough to let you have such a personal role in the burial.

"It's only something small from Chastity's Nook, nothing special," you say apologetically. "And my copy of the novel has seen better days,"

He frowns at your tone, sets his cup down and speaks to you with a kind, if a little firm, expression: "What are books for if not to be loved until they are worn and weary, like us mortals?"

You mull over his words during tea, when Calliope joins for dinner that evening and you help her with the dishes, on your evening stroll with Caduceus, and later when you curl up in your humble bedsheets as the sun sets, you decide to be the grounding force for that mourning family.

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randoimago · 2 years

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idk if you've answered something like this before, but what are the might nein's hugs like?? for platonic or romantic partners or both???

How They Hug (Platonic)

Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 2

Characters: Beauregard Lionett, Caduceus Clay, Caleb Widogast, Fjord, Jester Lavorre, Veth Brenatto, Yasha Nydoorin

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: I double checked the masterlist and it looks like you’re good!! Also going to do this Platonically so I can include Caduceus~

The Mighty Nein

Beau tries to seem tough and too cool for hugs. Absolutely gives you the bro hug of a high five and pulling you in for a chest bump or something.

Caduceus gives big bear hugs. He gets that hugs make people feel better so he'll give you a nice big hug, dopey smile on his face with his signature, "This is nice".

Caleb is so awkward. He's not an affectionate type of person. Just so stiff and tense as you hug him and he pats your shoulder with a pained expression on his face.

Fjord also tries to act cool with giving you a hug but he's awkward too. The hug would last like 2 seconds because he's also stiff and trying to come up for an excuse to end it.

Jester full on tackles you with hugs. If you two fall to the ground then great. She's happily giggling and still hugging you tight. Might hurt a tad cause she's so strong, but she makes sure that you're being hugged with her full potential.

Veth accuses you of trying to reach into her pockets under the guise of hugging. Quickly says it's a joke and gives you a hug. It's honestly really comforting and she gives you a little squeeze of reassurance too.

Yasha is another awkward one. Honestly might just keep her hands to her sides as you hug her. She's very strong and doesn't want to accidentally hurt you with hugging. Does give you a headpat afterwards to make up for her lack of hugging.

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peach-the-owl · 1 year

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Hope im not too late :)

Wondering if you could show the Clay family some love! Maybe a little one got left on their doorstep or their mother passed away from a illness and the clays where nice to take them in!

Hope you are doing well! I know taking a break is something everyone needs now and then! Sending lots of hugs and sweet your way!

Hello Corn! (can I call you Corn, is that alright?) Thank you for the kind words, it means a lot ❤️ And I agree, all the love for the Clay family

I decided that the reader was an elf. Why? Idk, just because I guess

Welcome to the Family

Clay Family & Child!Reader

Set pre-campaign 2

Constance had decided to take an evening stroll to survey the area, the blight hadn’t spread any further yet, which she was very thankful for but why this sudden urge to walk so far was unclear, perhaps the Wildmother may have something to show her. She picks up the sound of muffled cries and hurries to the location, gasping in shock at the lone infant left on the ground, their long, pointed ears easily giving away their heritage. Immediately Constance lifts the child into her arms, noting they weighed next to nothing. The sudden movement has the baby crying harder.

“Shhhh… shhhh… it’s alright little one. I’m not going to hurt you.” She calms the infant, their cries turning into soft whimpers. “There you go dear. Let’s get you home.” Constance makes her back to the temple, careful with her movements as to not disturb the child again. She takes this extra time to look over the baby, aside from the light weight they seemed unscathed by anything, and after holding the child for so long she could feel an almost divine power surging through them. She was now certain the Wildmother brought her this child for a reason, what that reason was is yet to be fully determined but she had high faith in what was to come.

“Mama! Where did you go? You were gone so long!” Clarabelle’s voice pulls the mother from her thoughts. “Whatcha got there?” She tilts her head trying to see what her mother was holding.

“Clarabelle, dear. Could you get your father and siblings for me?” Constance asks. With an eager nod Clarabelle dashes off calling for the rest of the family. Watching her youngest daughter dash away, Constance got to work gathering a few ingredients together to make a sort of formula to feed the child in her arms. Chuckling slightly when the child greedily drank it down and finally opened their eyes, letting her see the bright (e/c) orbs. “Hello little one.” She smiles, now realizing the child still didn’t have a name. She looks at the blanket their wrapped in, a sorta tag with the shops name stitched on one of the corners ‘(Y/n)’s Capes and Cloaks Emporium’ an odd name to be sure, must’ve been a local shop wherever the child came from, though the name had a nice ring to it.

“Clarabelle says you have something to show us?” Cornelius questions as he approaches, their four children not far behind, all of them having some variation of curiosity on their faces.

“Not something, someone.” Constance corrects showing them the baby. “I’d like you all to meet our newest member to the family, (y/n). I expect you four to treat them like you would each other.”

“Does that mean I’m a big sister now!” Clarabelle jumps in place, her parents chuckle at her giddiness.

“It does… would you like to hold them?” Constance asks, Clarabelle nods eagerly. “Alright, but be very careful.” She slowly hands her daughter the little elf.

“Hi! I’m going to be your big sister, and I promise to be the best one there is.” Clarabelle smiles, eyes practically sparkling in awe, (y/n) stares at her with curious doe eyes for a moment before breaking into a small fit of giggles.

“Hey, don’t forget about me too.” Calliope huffs playfully.

“I’m gonna be a better older sister then you.” Clarabelle teases her.

“Are not.”

“Are too.” The two softly glare at each other, Clarabelle sticking her tongue out at her sister, who in turn copies her as they continue this silent rivalry. Soon enough Clarabelle notices (y/n) is no longer in her arms, taking a second to frantically look around until her eyes land on them in her brothers arms.

“No fair Caduceus, I was holding them.” She whines.

“Just making sure you don’t drop them by accident.” He simply says.

“I wasn’t.” She pouts, crossing her arms, Caduceus just gives a small shrug.

“Better safe then sorry.”

“You keep them safe? Please, I’m the protector of the family here.” Colton puffs out his chest proudly.

“Oh? Well, in that case would you like to hold them?” Caduceus raises (y/n) up to be at eye level with Colton. (Y/n) tilts their head to one side before slapping their little hand onto Colton’s snout making him jump back slightly, they proceed to giggle at his reaction, as do the other three. “I think I’m really going to like you.” Caduceus turns (y/n) to face him again, they yawn in response.

“Okay, that’s enough. It’s been a long day for (y/n) and they’ll as much rest as they can.” Constance informs, walking over to take (y/n) from Caduceus.

“But didn’t auntie Corrin once say elves don’t need as much rest as we do?” Calliope asks.

“That may be true when their older, but (y/n)’s still very young and thank the Wildmother I found them when I did, and they’re doing a lot better already. But they’re still not in the best condition, and are going to need to regain a lot of strength before they take part in any activities.” Constance then starts rocking the baby in her arms, easily lulling them to sleep while her other children let out slight disappointed awww’s.

“You kids heard your mother, nothing too exciting and crazy around your new sibling. Now let’s get inside, I’d say it’s getting pretty dark out.” Cornelius wasn’t wrong, they sky had darkened quite significantly in this time. Slowly but surely everyone made their way into the temple to go about their nightly rituals before finally settling down for bed.

Figured I’d keep this one pretty simple, maybe I’ll do more for this future? We’ll see

#critical role #critical role & reader #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #constance clay #cornelius clay #colton clay #calliope clay #clarabelle clay #caduceus clay #caduceus & reader #npc's & reader #npc appreciation month #nothing romantic here

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linnamonrolls0 · 3 months

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I love the fact Annabeth pick pockets Hermes... so can you do a reader x Hermes were maybe he taught her to pick pocket and then she pick pockets him to be funny or get his attention?

(I have so many ideas and also none at the same time! Lol I may send one or two more asks if that's ok?)

The Best That You Can Do

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Rating: T / Words: 1,300

You’ll never know why you suggested accompanying Hermes on his mail delivery errands.

The pair of you had spent most of the day flying halfway around the world, and finally landed in midtown Manhattan for your last task: a short visit to Olympus to deliver a disturbingly heavy box. Being by his side, Hermes entrusted you with a pair of winged sneakers similar to his own, and so you’d been able to cross between the realms just as easily under the god’s wing.

To keep things entertaining, Hermes had been giving you a crash-course in thievery along the way, setting you random little pickpocketing challenges and being pleasantly surprised at how quickly you’d picked up his skills, ending up with a box full of random trinkets from every country you’d visited thus far.

It had all been fun at first, but as much as you enjoyed each other’s company, pranks and constant witty banter, being his mail delivery sidekick for the day was starting to wear you out…

See, he took his work seriously. Almost too seriously. You’d tried to distract him once or twice as he’d whisked you from one sky to another, but he’d swatted away your advances and warned you to let him keep focused. But his determination was pretty sexy, and he looked so unfairly attractive in those overalls, you toyed with the idea of getting him out of them… Would a little distraction be so bad?

You’d insisted on stopping for a coffee break before making your way to the Empire State Building, and after rather a lot of convincing, Hermes finally agreed. Now, seated in the passenger seat of his undercover delivery van with your feet up on the dashboard, you nibbled on a cupcake, simply watching him as you sat parked up on the side of the road, while he sipped at his coffee as he chattered away on his caduceus cellphone, tuning out the bickering pair of snakes coiled around it. He looked tired, but still gorgeous as he gave kind but firm orders to whomever was on the other end of the line… No matter how busy a day he’d had, his dark brown eyes always carried that characteristic sparkle that had first got you.

He’d placed his cap on the dash, leaving his hair a little haphazard, only worsening as he wearily dragged a hand through it. You leant over the vehicle’s console and grasped his hand in your own as he finally ended his call.

“Hermes, are you alright?” you murmured, nuzzling at his neck a little.

“Mmm?” he hummed, glancing down at you, only half listening as his phone buzzed on the dash for the millionth time today - you wished that was an exaggeration. “For fuck’s sake… I’m sorry, love, I’m okay. Things have been crazy…”

“I know, babe. Take it easy,” you said softly. You slid across the console and into his lap on the driver’s seat, careful not to knock the gear shift and send the vehicle flying on an accidental joyride up to the heavens. Wouldn’t be the first time today…

Hermes looked up at you, and you willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes. His hands came to rest at your waist and he began on a breath, “What are you…”

“Like you said, it’s been a crazy day, and even a god needs a break sometimes. So it’s a good thing you brought me along…” You placed your hands over his, his gaze following as you trailed your fingers up his arms to grasp the collar of his jumpsuit in your fists. “C’mere…”

You barely caught sight of the flash of hunger in his dark brown eyes as they met yours again, before he caught your lips in a ravenous kiss, and you finally had him exactly where you wanted him. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and something inexplicably but familiarly sweet; and it took all your willpower not to melt into him, but you were on a mission here.

See, there was only one challenge of his you hadn’t managed thus far: picking his pockets. Every time you thought you had him, he’d whirl around and grasp your wrist between his thumb and index finger, bring your hand to his lips… “Nice try, sweetheart,” he’d smirk, dropping a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, and that was the end of it.

But you kept trying, nonetheless. And while you had him distracted by this increasingly heated kiss in the driver’s seat of his mail van, you slipped your hand into the pockets of his overalls and snuck out his keys from one, his wallet from the other, and into your own pockets… keeping him duly distracted with his tongue engaged in a delicious dance with yours, his hands tucked and bound under your overalls - and he was none the wiser as your hands quickly returned to teasing him, palming him over his overalls in a perfect distraction.

You’d finally done it.

You slowly drew back, satisfied, admiring the sweet, sappy smile on his handsome face. He certainly looked a little more relaxed, and that could hardly be a bad thing… “Better?” you teased.

Hermes nodded, slowly licking his own lips now that yours were too far. “A little. C’mon, let’s get this last delivery done, then we can go finish what you just started…”

He withdrew his hands from under your overalls and instead began searching his multitude of pockets around for his keys to start up the van. You struggled to stifle a laugh as he grew increasingly frantic.

“Missing something, babe?”

He raised his brows at you, evidently having caught on that you were up to no good. “I don’t suppose you know where my keys are… do you?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes - but you couldn’t keep from cracking a smile.

“You little…” Hermes laughed, cursing under his breath as he quickly circled his arms around your waist and patted down your pockets, “Ah, gotcha.” You pouted as he plucked his missing belongings out of your pockets, reclaiming his wallet and reaching around you to turn the key in the vehicle’s ignition, the sudden vibration caused by its enchanted engine sending a shiver through the both of you.

“C’mon, you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t know!” you protested with a playful whack to his chest.

“I didn’t!” he argued, keeping his tone as light as yours, “Not until you smiled, anyway.” You rolled your eyes, shooting that same smirk at him. “But just like that, the student becomes the master. Can’t lie, I’m a little proud of you.”

“Please, Hermes. Your wallet and keys were a piece of cake - as was this piece of cake, actually.” You mirrored his playful tone and your innuendo wasn’t lost on him as you suggestively eyed him up, grabbing the cupcake off the dash and feeding him a little bite. He smashed a blob of frosting onto his mouth and pulled you in for a sugar-coated kiss, delicately sucking and biting at your lips.

“Maybe I should set you a harder challenge,” he said on a breath, flushed from the kiss.

“Like what?” you asked, teasingly licking away a bit of frosting below his lip.

He shifted beneath you, and his innuendo wasn’t lost on you either. “Let me think…”

“Let me steal your heart,” you giggled, “Will you take me seriously then?”

“Oh, that… Stealing hearts is an entirely different sort of trickery.” He winked, “And you had mine long before any of these trinkets…”

You blushed beet red at the god’s bold confession as he shifted the van into gear, hyper-speeding off down the street towards the Empire State Building, your heart racing even faster.

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Cuddling: A Genfic Rec List

This week we've got eleven fics that feature cuddling! Mostly platonic, including hugs between Yasha and Kingsley, some Bells Hells cuddle piles, and Vax and Percy sharing some warmth. Check them out underneath the cut, and if you like them, remember to kudos and comment!

with my last breath by ivelostmyspectacles (15684,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Caleb Widogast

Caleb and Molly get separated from the party with little to no supplies, it's cold and wet and the caves may just be trying to kill them (plus feelings)

Reccer says: My favorite kind of cuddling is the trauma kind and this fic feels like it could have just been taken right out of canon. This is also a pre-relationship story so it's low on romance- just feelings and people suffering in dire circumstances together.

Whomever You Call Out to in the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (6587,Teen) Warnings: Nightmares of people burning, Caleb-typical self-esteem issues, non-sexual rope bondage Pairings: Caduceus & Caleb

The time Caleb accidentally killed Caduceus with a fireball haunts his nightmares. Caduceus offers him comfort in the form of wise words, tea, and physical security.

Reccer says: The characterization in this fic is just so good; I can honestly imagine it being canon (and the author does, in fact, tie it back to a minor canon detail I'd forgotten about). Caduceus's actions are cathartic for Caleb, but the way it's all described is also cathartic for me as a reader.

Nasturtium by Clare_Hope (1641,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym

One night on the Silver Sun while Laudna is still dead, Orym is fetched from the deck by a little elemental monkey who is worried about his Fearne.

Reccer says: I just love their friendship so much

A Quiet, Gentle Grief by piratesPencil (1972,Teen) Warnings: Pairings: Kingsley Tealeaf & Yasha

Yasha and Kingsley talk about Molly.

Reccer says: It allows Yasha to be friends with Kingsley, to mourn Molly, and allows for Kingsley and Molly to be different people.

Hot Rocks by MasterQwertster (1050,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Ashton makes a surprisingly good bed-warmer. …If you can get them to agree to it. aka Bells Hells cuddle pile

Reccer says: Who doesn't like a good cuddle pile fic? And a little Ashton character exploration too.

lingers like smoke by romeoandjulietyouwish (1231,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Clarabelle Clay & Caduceus Clay

Clarabelle has a nightmare after the fire. She goes to her brother for comfort.

Reccer says: I love fics that feature the Clays as a family and take time to explore what it was like for the rest of the Clays to have their home destroyed

Filling the Spaces In Between by MeilinLuo13 (2551,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym of the Air Ashari & Dorian Storm

On how the cuddle pile came to be

Reccer says: It's extremely sweet and cozy!

The Cut of His Jib by Nenia458 (6542,Teen) Warnings: hypothermia, ptsd flashbacks, past torture Pairings: Percy & Vax, mentions of Percy/Vex and Keyleth/Vax

Pre-Stream, Vox Machina take a job that requires half of their group (Vax, Vex, and Percy) to be on a ship. Vax learns a little more about Percy's past

Reccer says: Percy is very much in character - alternating between being arrogant, traumatized, and an utter nerd, and Vax's thought patterns also seem very true to the show.

Keep Your Friends Close (The Ones You Have Left) by Angel Ascending (angel_in_ink) (2779,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton & Laudna & Orym

Post-Solstice, half of the hells try to make it through the night

Reccer says: It's heartbreaking and sweet and makes me ache for all of the characters

Absence and Adhesion by bluegreenamber (1234,Mature) Warnings: Hypothermia Pairings: Lucien Tavelle & Cree Deeproots

The Somnovem don't need some mortal priest to bring their Nonagon back to life once the vessel blessed with their nine eyes has been emptied once more. Unfortunately, the Nonagon still struggles with the limitations of his newly restored body.

Reccer says: I like how it treats Cree and Lucien's relationship - that Lucien is trying to leave everything behind, but Cree still follows him.

Soft As It Began by Belphegor (1794,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt & Vax'ildan, Pike Trickfoot & Vax'ildan

Post Campaign one. The problem with writing a sad ballad about lost friends is that someone is bound to request it every now and then.

Reccer says: I love seeing Pike and Scanlan as an actual couple, talking through their grief over Vax.

If you liked this rec list, follow along for more! We'll be posting a new list with a new theme each Monday. Want to make your own recs? Check out the rules, and then use the form to submit!

Next week, we're featuring FCG! Whether it's therapy, or murder, or something in between, rec your favorite gen fics that feature them!

The weeks after that, it's going to be Forgiveness, Canon Divergent AU's, and then Grief.

If you're looking for some more, there's been some new entries in the critter genfic bingo tag! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

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Fear of the Past

Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf x Reader, Past!Mollymauk Tealeaf x Reader, Good Friend Caduceus Clay

Warnings: Potential spoilers for The Mighty Nein Reunited

Word Count: 1,070

“Caduceus?” you ask, interrupting the firbolg’s gardening.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Caduceus turns, taking in your nervous body language immediately. “Sure,” he says, handing you a small gardening tool, “As long as you don’t mind helping me with these vegetables.”

You take it, happy to help and have something to do with your hands besides twiddling your thumbs. “Sure!”

Caduceus quietly gardens with you for a moment, giving you the time to find the words you want to say.

“Sooooo…”

“So” he says.

“Sooo,” you begin again, “it’s been a while since we’ve all been together.”

“Yeah,” Caduceus agrees, “It’s nice to see everybody again. Sorry I couldn’t make for the whole-”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him, “You and your family had a lot going on around here. Besides, something told me you wouldn't have been comfortable on a boat again. You had your fair share of that before.”

Caduceus chuckles. “Yeah. I’m sensing this isn’t what you wanted to talk about though.”

Your nervousness returns. It was one thing to battle these feelings in your head by yourself, it was a whole other thing to confide them with someone else, but here you go.

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I- I know you aren’t really the person to ask about this kind of thing but, honestly, you’re the only one I think I can really talk to about this.”

“Why’s that, if you don’t mind me asking” Caduceus says, pulling at a particularly entrenched piece of vegetation.

“Well, Fjord and Caleb have their own romantic problems to be worried about, Jester and Veth would try to “fix it” by setting up a date, Beau would just make fun of me and I don’t think Yasha would have the sort of answers I’m looking for.”

“There’s a pretty important exclusion in that list” Caduceus notices.

“Yeah…” you respond.

“I see what’s going on now.”

“I just… I don’t know how to tell him how I feel without him worrying about Molly.”

“I see,” Caduceus says, growing a touch more serious. He sets his tools down and turns to face you fully. “I was a bit after Molly’s time, obviously, so I can’t really speak to what your experience was with him but, I can ask you this. Do you feel like your feelings for Kingsley are in any way residual from what you felt for Molly?”

“I used to think so.”

“Okay” Caduceus says, signaling for more.

“But… the more I got to know Kingsley as his own person outside of the other two, I think I feel in love all over again.”

“That’s great” Caduceus says, “Why don’t you just tell him that?”

“Caduceus.”

“What?”

“I can’t just do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I- I’m scared.”

Caduceus smiles softly at you. “I can understand that.” He reaches over and grabs one of your hands and says, “But all things considered, I don’t think you have anything to really be scared of. You took on an entire floating city, brokered peace between two opposing nations, fought a giant sea snake recently and so many other things.”

“I didn’t do any of those things alone, Caduceus.”

“No,” he agrees, “and I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be afraid. Fear touches every living thing. But I don’t think you have anything to be worried about.” Caduceus tilts his head, indicating something behind you. “Because I think he’s scared too.”

Behind you, silently watching this conversation, is Kingsley in all his pirate glory. However, the stance he holds in this particular moment is not one befitting of a swashbuckler. He is trying to seem like he is uninterested but you catch him looking over at the two of you. There’s a fidgety nature to him, like he wants to do two things at the same time.

You do not have the power to read minds, but if you did you would understand that the newest Tealeaf is at war with himself in this moment. His feet and heart long to move toward you while his brain and body refuse to move by the same type of overwhelming fear that you expressed to Caduceus.

Caduceus leans over to whisper to you, “You’re a hero. Go save him. You can help me with the garden after.”

The joke almost excuses the shove Caduceus bestows upon you but regardless, you’re moving in Kingsley’s direction.

As you approach Kingsley reacts immediately, acting as if he had been looking the other way and just noticed you. It was a little silly and made you feel at least a little bit better about your own fears.

“Oh, uh, hello dear, loving weather this afternoon” Kingsley says, with a thin layer of faux nonchalance.

“Hi Kingsley,” you say, “It’s, uh, it’s really good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.”

“Listen, I've got something I want to tell you.”

“This isn’t about-”

“Please just, just wait. I’ve needed to say this for a long time and I don’t want it to get confused or misconstrued. I-” you take a breath as the tiefling in front of you falls quiet- “I love you Kingsley. And I know how that sounds. I know that a lot of the time you feel like you have this pressure on you to be like Molly and you don’t. I know you’ve read Beau’s journals, I know you know what Molly and I were. It’s taken me a while to figure this out but I didn’t want to talk to you about it until I was sure, but I love you. You as yourself, not you as an echo of Molly.”

You take a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts and continue, “You are your own brand of chaos and fit right into our weird little family and even if you don’t feel the same way, I just- I thought you should know.”

Kingsley is stunned for a moment before he takes a tentative step towards you.

“Love,” he says, the word coming out almost like a question, like he’s testing the word in his mouth, “Can I kiss you?”

And who are you to say no to The Plank King.

A few feet away, happily working with the plants that surround his family home, Caduceus smiles, with plans to pull the both of you into yard work with him as soon as you’ve had some time to yourselves.

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