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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Asks for Critical Role

What would your headcannons be for

Reader x Percy

Reader x Vax

Reader x Dorian

Reader x Dariax

Reader x Ashton

Reader x Scanlan

Reader x Mollymauk

Lots of characters here, I actually haven't written for most of these before since they're C3 so this is gonna be fun.

Pairing: Percy, Vax, Dorian, Dariax, Ashton, Scanlan, Mollymauk x Reader

Tags: fluff, crushes, confessions, dating, morning fluff, kisses, established relationship, teasing, flirting

A/N: Somehow I feel there are as many CR main characters as there are MCU ones.

Percy would love to have you in his lab while he works. Weather you're helping him or just sitting there, asking about his work and hand him tools every now and then, just having you close, hearing your voice is enough for him. He also likes to shopping with you, doesn't matter of its for things that he needs for his workshop or just general things, he likes walking with you and see what you get excited about on the market.

Vax likes making you laugh and making you smile. He'll sneak up on you in the morning, hug you tight and kiss your cheek and neck while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He knows you really seeing his knife throwing skills at work so he tries to come up with new techniques and tricks. He also likes seeing you flustered so he'll sneak up on you and say something dirty just to see you blush and trip over your words.

Dorian would be the sweetest, and also kinda shy, gentleman with you. He waits for you to approach him when he notices you looking, he'll kiss your hand and put on a charm, but he'll stumble if you flirt back before he gets his bearings again. Very big fan of showing affection at any time. Will play you any song you request as long as it's just the two of you in the room. Let's you braid his hair whenever you want because he enjoys the intimacy of the act.

Dariax would do the stupidest, most daring things to catch your attention once he decides he likes you. However while he's fine with putting himself in harms way with his daring antics he doesn't want to see you get hurt because of him. He'll never overstep your boundaries, he'll always stand up for you. He's a cuddler and not shy about it at all. A very good listener even if you sometimes get the impression that he's not listening because he tends to have a very carefree attitude.

Ashton is very brash and forward with you. If they like you they will bluntly let you know that and will openly flirt with you and tease you. They enjoy making you blush when they kiss your cheek. Very protective of you and will fight anyone who makes you uncomfortable. They can take affection as well as they can give it and even encourage you to be more bold with them. When you sleep together they are mindful not to crush you but give you a good dose of cuddles.

Scanlan is flirt, a heartbreaker, he's seductive and finds if hard to settle down with just one person. He enjoys spending time with you a lot and tries his best to let you know how much you mean to him. He loves to serenade you and tell you stories of him and Vox Machina's adventures to try to impress you. When he falls deeper in love with you he does everything he can to assure you that you're not just another meaningless fuck, but that you really matter to him and he's ready to do anything for you, give you anything to make you see how much he loves you.

Mollymauk likes his freedom a lot. He doesn't stick around for very long at first but whenever he's in town he visits you, brings you gifts and spends as much time with you as he can before he has to go on the road again. He likes it when you kiss his scars. He tells you a lot of stories, you're not sure how much are true but they sure are fun to listen to. Makes sure to send you letters when he's away and always keeps yours to read them on the road.

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a-menagerie · 1 year

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Building Snowpeople with Dariax sounds like it'd be adorable chaos, if you don't mind ❤️ - rando anon

The minute it starts snowing, Dariax is sweating up and down that he’s not going outside. Inside is warm and there’s booze. Why don’t y’all stay inside and cuddle in bed?

But if you ask him to go out in the snow with you, Dariax will act like it’s the best idea he’s ever heard. He’s not about to ruin your fun

Absolutely thinks you’re adorable all bundled up in your cold weather gear, scarf covering most of your face

Alternatively, if you handle the cold super well, Dariax will grumble about how he’s got to be bundled up but you don’t

All of his snowpeople are going to be dwarf-sized of course, but he’s giving them exaggerated features; maybe a few extra rock-eyes or three arms

He can use mage hand to help reach higher up on the snowpeeps, or if you need help with yours

Build a snowcouple representing you and Dariax. It might be a bit silly to do but Dariax will just keep looking over at them and secretly lamenting the fact that they’ll melt

As soon as you’re showing signs of being too tired or too cold, Dariax is ushering you back inside. Back to warm blankets, the fireplace, and those cuddles he really wanted

#dariax x reader #dariax zaveon x reader #critical role x reader #I’ve been sick and that’s why I haven’t posted before nooooow #i always get sick at Christmas rip me #rando anon ❤️

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hello! Im not sure if your requests are Open but could you do molly, dariax, Percy , dorian and Ashton with an s/o with thick thighs? Like. They could be pillow or stressballs thighs!

Your writing is so cool and the one about Ashton getting flowers made me melt!!

Have a nice day and please take ur time!

Requests are indeed open darling! I'm currently not writing for Campaign 1, but I'll gladly do the rest! I'm so happy you liked the flower fic - I loved writing it 🥰 Thick thigh solidarity babyyy <3

Also this is very self indulgent bc these 4 own my heart

~ Poet

S/O Has Thick Thighs (That Save Lives)

Ashton 💙

It's the contrast between you two that gets to him on a deeper level. For a long time, he has been calloused and hard to the touch, rough and lean with muscle. Meanwhile, you're all soft edges and velvet. Often rests a hand on your thigh as a casual gesture of affection when seated at the tavern. It's no big deal to anyone else, but it's a gesture that means a lot to the both of you. A quiet "I'm here."

I briefly have mentioned this before, but you can bet your ass that the resident barbarian of Bell's Hells will carry you on their shoulders. Ashton is your number one fan and will have your legs dangling from around his neck just to show you off.

It's especially fun when it's colder bc Ash is like a literal rock, and the heat from your thighs keeps their sour mood in check. They're like earmuffs hehe. Be careful of low hanging doorframes tho cuz... ouch. Don't wanna bump any foreheads.

Dariax 💚

Thigh guy. Loves them, how soft and warm they are. He's your short himbo boyfriend so he appreciates the fact that there's more of you for him to love and adore. King of body worship and positivity. He's your personal cheerleader - you can do no wrong in his eyes.

This boy needs his sleep after the chaos he created and chases after each day. That's why one of his favourite things in the whole world is to curl up into your side and lay his head in your lap. He's out like a light after that. You can't help but feel relief - his mind, often going a mile a minute, can finally have some well deserved rest. He snores tho sorry

Of the four of them, I'd say he's the most likely to use them as stress balls :^; He still gets bad dreams from time to time, so when he wakes up, dazed, and sees you laying peacefully next to him, you ground him completely. He huddles close and wraps his arms around one thigh, squeezing you tight to him and finding sleep once more.

Dorian 💙

Like Dariax, the hot blue boi likes to lay his head down on your thighs. It's more of a nightly routine rather than a straight pillow though. You both talk about what happened that day, on what will happen next, gossip and just be with each other in a way that seems so domestic.

He holds your hands in his, pressing absentminded kisses to your knuckles every now and again as if you were the air genasi about to float away if not grounded. Is NOT happy when you take your hands away, but melts if you card your fingers through his hair. He settles for placing his hand on a thigh and stroking idle circles with his thumb over the fabric stretched over it.

Take this iconic fashionista's words to heart when he says you look amazing in whatever you wear. Be it thighguards of leather or steel, or even a loose nightshirt/dress that reaches above your knee, Dorian gets a little flustered and shy bc you're simply that gorgeous.

Molly 💜

Due to his infernal bloodline, Molly's body emits a great amount of heat - his hands are no exception. So, being the caring and attentive partner he is, he shares that warmth with you by giving your thighs a lighthearted pinch or pat whenever he can. You're all warmed up now even if you're left squirming while he beams at you with that toothy grin of his.

In private, he gives your thighs lil kisses and nuzzles just to be cute :3 BUT you gotta be extra dexterous to lightly smack him away before he nips at you with those tiefling canines. Your throat bubbles up with laughter because it tickles and you cover your face with your hands, but he reaches up and gently pries them away. Molly doesn't want you to hide. Not from him. Not ever.

Likes to flop lay on top of you, his body between your legs with his head on your tummy as his arms circle around your waist. You might wake up in the middle of the night only to find yourself effectively pinned down by a sleepy, clingy bloodhunter.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Bard's Surprise

Hope you all had a lovely holidays. Here's a little extra gift from me to you. Hope you enjoy this tooth rotting fluff. 😘

Dorian Storm x reader (3) Mistletoe

The tavern is crowded. People sing and dance and play games. The atmosphere is filled with joy and revelry. Dorian would usually join in having no objections to the celebrations and finding it’s time to let loose again. Why is he holding back? Why can’t he stop the bouncing of his leg or tapping his fingers against the table when he isn’t holding onto his drink with a death grip? Well that’s quite simple. Of course the answer would be simple because ever since, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you much. Only times he has veered away is when his attention was called for by someone else, which he would be grateful for to make him feel less like some creep, or when he saw the lovely floral arch leading to the deck these tables are set at. Chetney might have made a comment about the craftsmanship for better or worse but he couldn’t care less about that. What Dorian does care about is the little branch hanging down from its apex just above the heads of whoever passes through. How could he not have noticed? He should have been more aware of his surroundings. By the winds, you kissed him and now he feels like some lovesick kid unable to think straight, think about anything but you.

But moments ago you were chatting about anything and everything, commenting on others you saw the moment you entered the tavern and how deep into their cups they already were, noting that the both of you would have some catching up to do after the past weeks of stress and finally allow yourselves to unfurl a bit. That was the agreement you’d come to; a fun evening without a care in the world. He wouldn’t be worrying about his brother. You wouldn’t be trying to do damage control for the effects of that black crown perched on your friend’s head. It was the perfect agreement. You’d been laughing, watching Dariax put on a show as the illustrious Tharla Starr and collecting quite the donations when a refill was in order. Together you’d move through the crowd arm in arm still giggling at the vocal-fry singing and rather good dancing in the background and how people were so enamoured with your friend.

You’d pass under that floral arch none the wiser, got some more drinks and turned to make your way back to the table. Dorian didn’t notice anything either. Not until you stopped him right under the archway. You looked up and there hung that little branch held by ribbons, clearly in sight. Dorian followed your gaze. Oh. His breath caught in that very moment, that realisation. It was just a silly little tradition, right? It’s worth only amounts to what people choose to believe. He’d hate to admit it but this is one tradition he would like to believe in. You did too. He only knows this by your response, but it remains unspoken even now so his mind would not accept it as a truth. You smiled, a somewhat awkward laugh escapes your lips. You leaned in, slowly, first to place your lips against his cheek. Just an innocent kiss between friends, right? Right?

That illusion was quickly shattered by the next. You had pulled back, only for him to behold the stars in your eyes, to enchant him and admit to himself the feelings he had kept at bay, be that for self-preservation, his own insecurities or something else entirely he could not identify. A breath finally escaped his lips as they parted slightly. You need not speak the words for he heard them in the air quite clear. You showed all the signs not even his insecurities can question. Your hand rises to cup his cheek, and he could’t help but lean into it, feel the warmth of your skin and the pure electricity that ran through it, sparking him to life but still was he too slow to take initiative. You’d pushed your lips against his and suddenly the world ceased to matter. Suddenly everything in life became irrelevant. There was just you and him, and that damned mistletoe above the both of you. Had he been completely lost he might not have remembered the drinks in his hands but you had pulled back before he could drop them. The noise came crashing back, the surroundings too. He was back again, and so were you. That little corner of reality that had been carved out exclusively for the two of you was reabsorbed by the cruel world but that doesn’t mean all those feelings ended. You’d grabbed onto his elbow to make way for some passing patron and guided him back to your table. He might have remained under that archway frozen in place, in thought had you not.

You’d sat him down and when he didn’t hand that drink to Opal she’d taken it herself. He’d not even heard her sassy remark. He’d not even noticed that she tried to talk to him and made an effort too and it was only you who’d stopped her from trying to slap him back to reality. You’d made your own attempt too and he turned into a blabbering fool likely incapable of forming a coherent sentence as that kiss replayed in his head over and over and over and over. Eventually you’d gone off to save Dariax from a rather persistent patron who would be quick to expose the dwarf for who he really is. After that you’d found your way to the dance floor, dancing with the aforementioned, and your mutual friends too. He watched you, couldn’t take his eyes off you and while he would love to have joined, his feet would not carry him there. He felt like a lead balloon upon a light breeze; doomed to fall. He had fallen. He’d fallen for you some time ago and now, he can’t push it under anymore. He remains here seated with you on his mind, as the music passes, the patrons do too. His friends come back and forth, for a breather, to share a drink and check up on him, and disappear again. He managed to stammer he was fine. He’d claimed maybe the drink had gotten to him a bit faster than he had anticipated and his hearty meal wasn’t so hearty after all but your brow rose in suspicion at that statement. You said nothing, thankfully. You did not expose him for the truth you knew; he only had one drink and the cup in his hands now, second drink still remained untouched. He had not taken a single sip. He made it a point to take one when you eyed him but almost choked on it.

Now the music calms down. Dariax’ got enough of the disguise and had excused himself with an extravagant goodbye from Tharla so he could return to his own self. Opal is gods know where. Cyrus seems to be flirting intensely with the barmaid who he keeps buying more and more drinks from to keep her attention. Things are as they should be again. You find your way back to the table drop yourself on the chair besides him. You’re closer than perhaps intended. Your legs brush against one another. Dorian feels heat rise to his cheeks for no particular reason. Not as you lean your elbow on the table and inspect him closely. You carefully unwrap his fingers from the cup and he realises how stiff they had gotten but the feeling melts away when your own brush along his palm. Again he can’t think straight. He almost forgets to breathe. There’s just you and him and nothing else, no one else. You’re in that corner of reality again, and everything else is just muffled background noise; insignificant.

“Dorian? Is everything alright?” You ask him. Your head tilts to he side and your concern for him, it almost drives him mad. You have no reason to be concerned, if only he could speak his heart.

“Yes.” He squeaks all too quickly in response. He clears his throat and repeats more assured but you don’t buy it.

“Are you lying to me?”

“No! No. No of course not. I’ve got no reason to lie.” He stammers. It’s not a lie in technicality but still very much omitting the truth. But then you give him one look and as per usual he comes crumbling, falling apart at the very foundations. His cheeks colour a dark shade of blue be that out of embarrassment for being caught or because of the currently turmoiling feelings.

“If this is about the kiss, it’s just a kiss. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you-“ You begin but in this moment he regains control of his body, something within him triggering when he sees your eyes cast to the grain of the table, sees you fiddle with your fingers, and bite the inside of your cheek. He knows these the signs of your doubt, in yourself, in others and you don’t deserve to feel like that. He can fix that, he can fix it so easily because currently he is the reason for that doubt because he’s been all but catatonic for the whole evening. That’s not your fault. That’s not your problem.

“It means the world to me.” Dorian admits and has you stop in your tracks. All doubt and concern is dropped as your gaze shoots up to him, eyes wide a breath halting as whatever words you had stopped upon your lips. You look for any sense of insincerity, any kind of joking matter but there’s not. There never could have been.

“That’s- that’s quite the claim.” You’re taken aback, unsure what to say, what to think beyond the pounding in your chest reminding you you’re alive. You’re ecstatic. And then his eyes widen when he realises what he said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean- That’s a bit forward, isn’t it?” Dorian laughs awkwardly and panics and finds himself rambling. “It’s not that I didn’t like the kiss- If I’m quite honest, I can’t help but repeating it in my head- That sounds worse. Why. Why am I like this-“ He keeps going until your hands come to cup his face and pull him out of this stupor. He calms down a but when you urge him to.

Dorian knows what comes next. You‘d asked him and the words are a breath upon the wind, he’d replied in some affirmative manner that could not be mistaken in any way. He’d found his hand come to rest over one of yours, while the other drifted down to your waist, allowing you to more comfortably angle yourself to lean in halfway. He found it within himself to close the rest of the way, placing his lips against yours. This kiss, as perfect as the last was anything but unexpected in series of events but he could never for the life of him predict the feelings running through him now he has time to think, to let his mind run free and process every single thing, commit it to memory in every little detail properly. This kiss doesn’t end, not like the one before at least. Instead it deepens. Your lips move against his, your arms come to wrap around his neck, until your fingers settle among the ombre strands. You let him pull you closer, his hands running up and downy our sides slowly, tentatively, along your back, up your spine, until you’re inseparable. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. And that all because of some mistletoe kiss. This might just be the beginning of a bright future.

#dorian x reader #dorian storm x reader #bells hells x reader #critical role x reader #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic #critical role #dorian storm #exu x reader #exu #bells hells

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soft-for-them · 3 years

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First kiss scenarios for the Exandria Unlimited crew.

Anon: Could i please have some first kiss scenarios/headcanons with the EXU crew and the reader? Thank you!

Gender neutral reader, the reader is plus size/chubby/mid size but honestly anyone can read if they want.

Image not all related just they're all very pretty. I proof read it but I'm very tired so there could be some typos.

Dariax Zaveon:

The pub is lively with the dwarven version of ‘Come on Eileen’ and the sloosh of beer tankards clink together in drunken joy.

You sit, well slump, in a booth near the back of the pub as you small friend Dariax drunkenly sings along whilst standing on his seat.

In your tipsy slur you wonder if it would be rude to grab the dwarf down from his seat and snog his face off.

Actually, for most of the day you have been thinking about how the best way to kiss him being that you are way taller than him.

Would it be rude bending down to kiss him? Or do you get milk crates for him to stand on?

Regardless of how you just want to kiss and confess to him.

Despite your crush on the small man, you never think of it unless you want to become flustered and embarrassed but considering you’ve been drinking since the morning all logical thinking has been thrown out the window.

You and Dariax have been celebration since succeeding in your mission *cough*crime*cough* the night before.

The first sip of alcohol was to calm your nerves but the second was to dull the pain of a light stab in your arm and the rest have been to celebrate the hefty amount of gold in you deep pockets.

Unlike Dariax who drinks like baby on a bottle you steady yourself with a cup of water always next to you. An empty basket of bready lays on the table in front of you from you wolfing down the crusty bread.

Now full and slumped down, not caring your plush body is bunched up in a less that ‘pretty’ look you look up to the singing dwarf who has your heart.

“I want to kiss him.” You think as you look up at him, you chin pressed to your chest and your cup balancing on your stomach.

Dariax peers down at you, for once in your friendship him being taller than you. You may be scrunched up in a drunken mess but the is enamoured with your beauty and the stupid smile on your lips.

The dwarven man has liked likedyou for a while and even now, the two of you are blasted out of your minds, he still does. You’re a plus size person who looks so soft despite towering over him, of course the auburn beard man wants you for himself.

The half drunk man flops down next you, his tankard spilling a cocktail of spirits over the worn wooden floor of the pub. You sit up slightly so you no longer have a triple chin and an achy back, you hand catches the tankard on your tummy.

The two of you lean in about to talk.

“You’re a-“ you begin to speak but are cut off by Dariax grabbing your shirt and kissing you.

It sloppy and you faces bash together but you rake your hands into his beard, the tankards of alcohol discarded as the kiss deepens into to tongue filled kiss.

Dorian Storm:

Dorian cleans the blades from his musical instrument weapons in the dim light of the newly awaken sun.

He had just arisen with the sun and the peacefulness of the Inn’s garden is the perfect place to clean his weapons in.

He currently sits on an old stone bench in the pub garden, a tree as his back rest as he zones out into his work.

You had awoken just after him and now you chill lounging on a wooden pub chair along with your aged, knitted blanket that you snagged at a market all those years ago.

By now all that has been said between the two of you is a quiet ‘good morning’. Despite this the two of you happily sit in each other’s company.

You look over to Dorian, who is fully clothed unlike you in your sleepwear.

“Do the blades effect the sound?” you blurt out to the air genasi in pure interest.

“Pardon.” He looks up from his spot his ice like eyes staring at you in confusion as the quietness is broken.

“If the blades are a part of the instruments then there’s more to them?” you tiredness messes up your explanation so you try again, “Surely the weapons add more weight and mass to the instruments, so surly there’s a different sound to them?”

“Well-“ He’s a bit taken a back by you sudden interest of his weapons/instruments but then as his minds fades out of surprise he realises that something like this was coming.

For one thing he get’s along with you the most out of the group; out of everyone he made you his friend first. For a second thing he always sees you looking over his instruments (and unknown to Dorian you steal glances at him also).

He scoots over the end of the bench and beckons you over. You scoot the wooden pub garden chair closer to him so your legs are almost together.

Dorian begins a hyper-fixated explanation of his instruments and their workings. He points out the different components of his weapons/instruments whilst you just listen and slowly lean forward closer to him, taking in the details of the cool items.

He to leans closer into you as he explains, you knees know touching and his ombre hair dangling on your arm.

Your fingers skim over the delicate details of the lute, you focused on the woodgrain and his soft spoken words.

His words fade off though as the two of you look up from the lute, your faces too close.

He is higher up for the wooden chair you sit on; the chair is low and creaky almost like a deck chair so as you lean forward, he leans his face down your lips almost touching.

His blue nose bumps your before he leans his face sideways and the two of you fully kiss a short and sweet kiss.

You both pull back just a bit so your lips are apart by your noses are touching, a purple blush on his face and your face warm with delight.

Fearne Calloway:

The want to kiss Fearne is always there but the tangle of poison plants and the incapacitating nervousness stops you from it.

Little Mister currently runs back and forward on you shoulders weighting you down. You like the fire monkey friend but you are not used to him lingering on your shoulders.

“Mister.” You warn like a parent, “Pick a shoulder and stay there please.”

The monkey yells and decides to hug you head instead of choosing a shoulder to perch on.

“Ok…fine.” You mumble as the monkey holds his hands on your forehead.

As you struggle with the fire monkey Fearne looks over to you with loving eyes.

“Are you ok (y/n)?” she dreamily asks as she clip clops over to you, “Little Mister are you being nice?”

You turn and pause at the beauty of a woman that stands in front of you, Little Mister bops up and down, his hands grabbing at your head.

“He’s a bit grabby.” You smile, the breath leaving you lungs from looking at Fearne.

“Here-“ Fearne encourages you to hold out your arm. When you do her long finger wrap around your forearm creating a bridge for the monkey to walk across.

“-Come on Little Mister.” She coos.

Mister yells but clambers across you conjoined arms stopping in the middle were Fearne’s hands grip your arms. The black, white and orange monkey gives you a giant grin, licks of fire protruding from his dagger teeth.

He then tramples up onto Fearne’s shoulders but does not stay. He leaps off causing the woman lurch forward, her body pressed against yours her hand that once gripped your arm now in your hand.

“Your eyes are very pretty.” Is all she says, a soft smile on her lips and her fingers intertwining with yours.

Your noes sniffles and face flusters at being so close to the fauna woman.

Her other hand wonders up to cup the round of your face her thumb holding your chin as she leans into a kiss.

The kiss is soft.

It lingers and your noses touch.

It’s like a cool breeze on a hot day; barely there but a much wanted and needed thing. Even when her pink lips disconnect from yours, she still stays close.

Opal:

Ted snorts as she slinks off into the kitchen leaving you and Opal be in the living room surrounded in pillows like you did when you were kids.

Opal hangs on you arms, her head on your shoulder, the feeling of her warm breath on your skin.

You know in just a moment she’ll ask to sit on you lap in a peaceful cuddle or just flop on top of you without any warning.

You’ve both done it since you were children, though Opal is almost always they one on top of you.

She was the overzealous girl who was taller than the rest and you were the much quieter chubby kid who helped her out with her multiplication homework.

She attached herself to you straight away and even now as adults she hasn’t let go despite the looming peril of her soon to be departure into the bigger world.

“I’m going to miss you and Ted.” She mopes as her long arms now sneaking around your plush middle, her nose nestling into your neck.

“You’ll have Ted in your head.” You say as you hold her.

“Yeah, well-“ she looks up at you, her normally sparkly face droopy and dull, “-I won’t have you.”

“Well, if I get good enough, I can be in your head too.” You joke despite the fact you could do that if you get good enough at magic.

See whilst Opal is going on her little adventure in the vast world you have gotten an apprenticeship with the local wizard; a jolly old woman a town over who mostly does healing and fortune telling now she’s not as mobile but she is rumoured to once be extremely powerful in her youth.

“I’d much rather have you physically with me.” She mutters into your neck as her leg is flung over your lap.

“Well, I’ll ask if there’s a teleportation spell she can teach me, huh?”

She mumbles a ‘yes’ before going full Koala bear on you and entangling her body with yours.

“Gosh, if you’re like this with me now then what are you going to be like when you go?”

“A mess.” You hear Ted yell making Opal huff and you let out a hearty laugh.

Opal somewhat untangles herself from you, leaning backwards to look at her sister in kitchen.

“I won’t be a mess I know exactly what I’m going to do!” she retorts.

“What cry?” Ted smirks knowing that she’s riling her twin sister up.

“No, ok maybe I’ll cry but I will do this!”

Whilst still situated in your lap, Opal twists around, grabs your face and lays on a bit over emotional kiss on your lips.

“About time.” Ted shouts as you melt into the kiss.

Orym of the Air Ashari:

Sitting in the forest Orym looks up to the sky, the winds blow the orange leaves off the sleepy trees.

The world around spirals into to the nook that you and him relax in.

You are lying down next to your halfling friend whilst the wind whistles and the leaves crunch as the Autumn slowly dies into winter.

Orym, being the one sitting up right, sways with the rhythm of the world around, his short brown hair tousling in the cool breeze.

Your eyes are closed, hands on your tummy, and your head slightly turned to the side. If you were to open your eyes you’d being looking up to Orym. But you don’t open your eyes. The air may be cold but the sky is clear and the sun shines down on your face and eyelids.

Orym looks down at your relaxed face the sun illuminating the rounds of your face.

“I can feel you staring.” You whisper as you creek a singular eye open, “Like what you see?”

He darts his eyes away; his hands begin to fiddle.

You open your eyes fully but you drape your hand over your forehead hoping to guard your irises from the sunbeams.

“We need to go back soon.” He murmurs as he braves looking back down at you.

“The Air Ashari can wait.” You hum back.

“People will talk if we take too long.” Orym thinks not brave enough to say it out loud, it is very obvious to all Air Ashari but you two that you love each other.

You are the person who makes the halfling feel shy, like he’s the only the person in the vast world but you two are hardly every alone despite being good friends. People are always around so when he can, he steals you away to the same small place in the forest.

Moments pass, you wiggle over still lying down, your body touching Orym’s.

“Hello.” You smile as your face snuggles into his leg, “It’s a bit cold.”

His face is dusted with pink as he looks down at you. He wants to say ‘I told you to take your cloak.’ or ‘We should go back then.’ but he just affectionately looks at you instead.

“What are you thinking of?” you ponder connecting your eyes with his. He doesn’t answer for he is too focused on mapping out each pattern in your eyes.

“…You know what I think of a lot?” you scarcely utter, “How you’re the bravest person I know.”

“What?” he rapidly blinks the focus disappearing.

You sit up a bit as he leans down more. You both seem to talk to one another through your eyes.

You both are brave so you both lean in for a sweet kiss which grows deeper as he lowers you down.

The two of you aren’t going back anytime soon.

At the time of writing this (not posting) only episode three is out so I can do a part two for other characters like Poska, Fy'ra Rai, maybe even Shaun... who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What do people think? It's my first scenario fic and the first time writing for EXU, so I'd love to here what every one thinks.

#Exandria Unlimited #critical role #cr exu #exu #Exandria Unlimited x reader #orym x reader #fearne calloway x reader #opal x reader #dariax zaveon x reader #dorian storm x reader #critical role x reader #x plus size reader #x gender neutral reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Warming Up Their S/O’s Cold Hands

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth, Orym, Dariax

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This is for the top 4 results on the Poll I Did. Honestly, I kind of expected Keyleth and Grog to be winners, but am pleasantly surprised to see Orym and Dariax too. But yeah, I made the poll because my hands were freezing and thought it’d be fun to see who people thought would be the best for hand warming.

Grog

Despite being like half naked, this man just radiates body heat. You mention your hands being cold and he’s happy to just engulf them with his own.

Of course he does mention sticking them over a fire, but then decides he likes the idea of “tricking” you into physical affection - it’s very clear what he’s trying to do but you’re cold so no way are you calling him out.

If you try to put your hands on his chest or back, he’ll let out a high pitched yelp at the cold. It’s honestly pretty hilarious and he grumbles and tells you to quit laughing or he won’t give you cuddles.

Dariax

He notices you clenching and unclenching your fists a lot and wonder if you’re itching for a fight. He’s sure he could find someone that looks like enough of an asshole for you.

But then he sees that you’re doing it in hopes of warming up your hands. Honestly that makes a lot more sense. Dariax is quick to give you a smile and offer his own hands to you.

Dariax would also try to find a loaf of bread for some reason. He’d state that he heard that apparently if you stick your hands in either side of freshly baked bread that it feels like mittens. He feels like those rumors are dumb, but one way to find out. And you get a nice snack out of it!

Keyleth

Keyleth sees you rubbing your hands together to get some kind of warmth and she’s quick to mention being able to help. She can use some druidcrafting to make her own hands warmer so they can help warm you up. If you’re okay with handholding, she’s totally fine with finding other methods. Wouldn’t want to pressure you or anything... (she very much wants to hold hands).

Has some happy humming as she holds your hands in hers. Might make a face because your hands are very cold, but she endures it because this is to help you out.

Might try to find you some mittens or see if she can fashion together anything to help keep your hands warm too. As much as she’d love to hold your hands all day, she also thinks it’d be super cute if you had matching mittens. She’d love to knit some except she doesn’t know how to knit. It’s the thought that counts.

Orym

Like Keyleth, he’s happy to use some druidcrafting to hold your hands, if you let him. He just noticed you looking uncomfortable and doesn’t want you to go through that.

He’s a little guy, but he still tries his best to warm you up. Might see if he can make a nice, hot cup of tea that he can give you to help warm you up too, keeping his hands over yours as you hold the mug.

Orym isn’t the tallest guy and his arm might tire a bit from reaching up to hold yours. But he grins and bears it. He likes the physical contact and also doesn’t want to to let go until your hands are nice and warm.

#critical role x reader #orym x reader #keyleth x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon x reader #grog strongjaw x reader #grog x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your accidental Kiss request, so cute! So I was wondering how Dariax, Dorian, Ashton and Orym would react after you confess to them - when you are actually quite sure the feelings are not mutual but they are? Cute kisses? Passionate responses? <3

Awww!! Such fluff galore! 💞🥹💕

The kiss still replayed in your mind. Sure it had been accident, you knew that on your part, but was it the same to them? It felt as if you had crossed a line, a boundary too soon. Gripping tightly to yourself, wringing your hands, you mulled over the thought of telling the other what you truly felt within. Meanwhile, they sat in their room(s), wracked with nerves waiting for you. Did you feel the same for them, even in the slightest?

Dariax

When you kissed him, it reawakened a long-harbored crush. Maybe he always knew what he felt for you? Would you accept said affections in return or is it a just pipe dream?

If you do confess, yeah A passionate is what you’re getting! Kisses and hugs galore!

Dorian

Feeling “second-best” has been on his mind for years. And now an accidental kiss is thrown in too? It feels like it could be the best experience of his life or one that rends his heart

If you Reciprocate his feelings, this bard is utterly infatuated with you. Maybe he’ll hold your hand or a sweet kiss

Ashton

Being by himself, or having the few around him, nothing mattered than looking out for oneself and ONLY that. It was hard to let down those walls, to let in and feel. So why does your smile after that kiss keep replaying in his mind?

If you reciprocate his feelings as well, Ashton tries to be open with his heart and wants to meet you halfway.

Orym

Be still his little heart! Finding any semblance of love again after a loss seemed impossible. The halfling doesn’t know whether he should follow his heart again.

If you reciprocate Orym’s feelings, this is the happiest soul to be utterly devoted to you. Complete with sweet kisses, holds and words

#critical role #inbox answers #my writing #headcanons #inbox requests #bell’s hells #crown keepers #critical role x y/n #ashton greymoore #bell’s hells x you #dorian storm #crown keepers x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon #orym of the air ashari

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hey :) Don't know if you still do requests - but I met Dariax a week ago and I love him dearly. And I'm an Ashton girl so - how would these two react to an accidental kiss?

This is cutest thing because I know both would react differently!

Dariax

You had been caught in the cramped hiding place for a good while. Elbows and feet all jabbed into each other’s sides and other places. Despite your protests against the situation, you and Dariax both squirmed to get in a comfortable position. However, you both had the same idea as when your heads moved, the instant warmth of your lips met. In an already cramped spot, your slight movements only deepened the kiss with each passing second. You don’t know why you hadn’t pulled away. Did you want to? Or was this just something that felt natural. For a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw Dariax’s eyes flutter before he closed them and pulled you closer.

Ashton

The air ship that carried your group rocked carelessly despite the captain’s reassurances. Luckily, Ashton had noticed your tossing and rushed to catch you as another gale crashed in. “You good?”, the ashari asked as he held you to the railing. Brushing the hair from your face, you offered Ashton a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Not like we haven’t been—.” At that, another gust knocked the ship as you tumbled into Ashton’s arms. Only now both sets of arms and legs were sprawled out. And you noted the compromising position. Eyes wide, and lips molded perfectly into each other. You knew this must have been embracing for him as it was you, so why wasn’t he pulling away? And why did the half-lid gaze suggest otherwise?

#critical role #inbox asks #bell’s hells #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon #exu #ashton greymoore #inbox request #fanfic #my writing #crown keepers #ashton x reader #bell’s hells x you #crown keepers x reader #writeblr

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randoimago · 1 year

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I would like to request letters K, A, T for Dariax~

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Dariax Zaveon

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons

Note(s): Yeah okay, I see what you did anon. I appreciate you ❤️

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dariax only shows affection to those close to him. Lots of "I got your back" and being pressed up to the other person. He's perfectly fine with hand holding and side hugs too.

Likes to give pats on the back too. Even if that seems like a small thing, he still does it (although it might just be a pat on the thigh with his height).

He's not the best with words or thinking of what words to use, but he does his best to make it clear that he's always there no matter what.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

If he's in a silly, goofy mood then he'll gladly make the most obnoxious (but endearing) "MWAH" noise as he gives a big wet kiss to you. Besides that, he attempts to be gentle but he's so eager and happy to give you kisses that they might be a tad on the forceful side (he makes up for it with another kiss).

Many, many face kisses. He's not trying to be teasing by not just giving a kiss on the lips, he wants to cover as much ground as he can. Also he might be a tad shy so kisses on the cheeks, forehead, and nose help him get the courage to plant one on the mouth.

He would very much like the favor returned. A kiss for every one he gave you, please and thank you. Dariax will gladly hum as he waits for you to kiss his cheeks or forehead. Very much not picky where he gets a kiss.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When it comes to dates, not much effort required as he sees doing the simplest things with you as a date. Going on a walk or having a shopping episode? If he's paired with you then boom, it's a date! At least in his mind it is, even if nothing too romantic happens.

Now anniversaries and gifts get more thought put into them. Monthly anniversaries would probably get like a small gift, he remembers them, but when you've had him for years that's when he goes a lot more all out with romance! Tries to pull for a candlelit dinner with live music (he owes Dorian quite a bit for this).

Effort in everyday tasks really depends. He, of course, would like to make you happy by getting things done. Definitely doesn't hold back in fights (unless it's like sparring then he might go easier because he doesn't want to hurt his friends). But I can also see him putting off some things until the last minute. Cleaning isn't really for him, but he tries if you ask him.

#critical role x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon x reader

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