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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Nicknames for You

-> Crown Keepers x GN!Reader 💚

Notes: No one requested this but I wanted to write it.

Dorian, Fearne and Orym's nicknames included in the Bell's Hells version 💙 And also check out the Mighty Nein version 💜

~ Poet

Dariax 💚

"Baaaabe"

It's a drawn out whine emphasised with grabby hands as if he's been aching for your touch after so many years apart. But in reality, it's just been an hour spent scouting. He tugs on lapels of your long coat, gives you puppy eyes until you incline just a little bit to meet his height so he can nudge your nose with his. He immediately breaks out in a smile, satisfied, and murmurs a sweet "Hi, baby."

"Honey"

Oddly domestic but he says it with a sly bite to his inner cheek and a raised brow, a dirty smile on his face before you decide to smother him with so many kisses that he erupts with giggles - yes, giggles. He hums happily, and the vibration in his chest echoes the butterflies in your stomach.

"Bubba"

Your thoughts are interrupted by the repeatedly cooed nickname and the accompanied poke to your cheek. Then another. And another. You snatch his wrist to stop his prodding and tear your gaze away from the book in your lap only to come nose to nose with the sorcerer. He's beaming at you, and asks very nicely if you'll read aloud to him.

Fy'ra Rai 💚

"My darling"

She places one of your hands over her heart and its comforting staccato, tucks her face into your neck and whispers sweet words and promises that make your eyes tear up. She's got a hard exterior, but a soft inside, and is an unexpected romantic.

"Beloved"

It's said in passing, in little moments that are so normal, so ordinary and they should not feel important - but they do. Because she makes you feel special, cherished, protected and cared for. Planning where the group will go next, she nudges her hip with yours while observing the group's map. Dariax and Opal exchange knowing looks beside you, but she rolls her eyes with a good natured smile when she moves to hold your hand.

"Wildfire"

It's a cheekier side to her, one that not many are privy to. You're getting ready for bed, tugging on a soft sleep shirt when you hear a light knock on the door. She's leaning on the doorframe with folded arms and a soft smile, hair flicking quietly and her expression glows with warmth at the sight of you.

Opal 💚

"Lucky"

She leans up - the heels in the boots she's currently wearing not offering a lot of height - and presses a sticky sweet kiss to your cheek. You can feel her fondness and that evil smirk against your skin. She leaves behind a red print of her lips behind as a memento, and chooses not to tell you. It's your responsibility to eventually find a mirror and attempt to wash it off.

"Sugar"

The drawl in her voice is a little more prominent when she wants your attention. She holds a slice of her pie up for you to taste, a family recipe. She loves taking you to Byroden, introducing you to her hometown and its people and traditions. It's nice to have someone to share it all with.

"Sweets"

She hates mornings. Her hair sticks up at impossible angles and there's a crease between her brows due to her grumpy face. But then you hand her some coffee, an extra spoonful of sugar mixed into the dark roast, and she takes it gratefully from where she's curled up in your shared bed. She seems a bit more awake when she tugs you down for a thankful cuddle.

Cyrus 💚

"Buddy"

He's so darn awkward oh my god. He's so bad at flirting before you get together, and he sort of accidentally friend zoned you clumsily in the very beginning. You still tease him about it to this day, making him flush bashfully.

"Beautiful"

When he's not actively trying, he actually can be very smooth. Your chin is pinched between his fingers, and his face is just a breadth away from your own, his eyes sparkling as he drags his gaze from your lips to your eyes. You feel all warm and gooey inside, and he lets out a nervous chuckle when you whisper back that he's also quite pretty.

"Cookie"

When you're scolding him for getting in the way of danger, or frustrated after a long day of travel, he reaches out to cup your face softly. He pouts, lips pursed tightly, and it's so endearing that you slowly feel that tension begin to fade. Suddenly, he squishes your cheeks a little and kisses the tip of your nose, thumbs smoothing your skin comfortingly while he asks what he can do to make it better. You can't help but fall into his arms.

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serve-job-federal · 2 days

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#paola skye #degrading k1nk #roe v wade #exandria unlimited #fields #arthur morgan #richelle ryan #will herondale #dark academia books #kenma x reader #d/s

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share-continue-travel-move · 20 days

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#exandria unlimited #joselyn cano #fields #tfios #arthur morgan #amy pond #richelle ryan #lindsay lohan #will herondale #feminine sissy #dark academia books #kenma x reader #marc spector

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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How would Percy x Vax ask reader to marry them.

How would Dorian?

Awwww!!! 💍 Dalen’s Closet is going to be booked and busy!

Percy de Rolo

His proposal - “My heart is yours, if you’ll have it. Your compassion and acceptance have been your greatest strengths, and you make me want to better myself for that. I thought my pain would make me forget there was still good in this world.”

You’re so awestruck by his words that it just felt like muscle memory to accept him, fully and wholeheartedly.

Vax’ildan

His proposal - “You know I’m in love with you, right? Of course you do. That’s why I’m here now. Just a man here before the one he loves most. You’ve stood by my side, through hell and back. You’re my better half, my resolve, my most cherished. If you’ll have me, I’m yours. From here on out until the end of days.”

You immediately throw your arms around him, accepting his proposal and love

“They’re totally hiding behind the trees, aren’t they?” “Oh absolutely!”

Vex’ahlia-“ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU TWO!”

Dorian

His proposal - “Honestly, I never thought I would be here standing, kneeling before you. I used to think I was the second best, the one others settled for. But you…you look at me as if I’m the only one that matters. The only one in the room, the only one for you. I want to be that first for you in life, because I know you’re already that for me.”

Your sweet bard’s words are woven so perfectly. Intimate and personal

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ravendruid · 7 months

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Prompt Request Guidelines

So you want to send me a prompt, either from one of the many prompt lists or one of your own? Here's what you need to know before sending one:

What I will not write:

Incest;

Rape;

Animal abuse & animal death that is not from old age;

Smut (for now. Suggestive themes are fine);

Stalking/Doxxing;

Abusive relationships and manipulation;

x Reader/self-insert.

I will not write any theme not displayed above if the prompt, content, or sender makes me uncomfortable, or if I'm not in the right mindset for it.

Which CR campaigns do I write for:

Campaign 1 & 2;

Campaign 3, depending on the prompt/pairing;

Exandria Unlimited (any);

The Legend of Vox Machina.

Which romantic pairings am I always excited to write for:

Keyleth/Vax'ildan;

Percival/Vex'ahlia;

Allura/Kima;

Pike/Scanlan;

Essek/Caleb;

Beau/Yasha;

Fjord/Jester;

Orym/Will;

Orym/Dorian;

Imogen/Laudna.

I also take non-romantic pairings/groups, such as friendship (I love Grog & Pike and Caleb & Beau), and family (either found family or blood-related). If you see a romantic prompt that you love but would like to see it done with a platonic pairing/group, do not hesitate to ask! I am always willing to take on a challenge. <3

If you would like me to set a prompt in a specific AU, you can check out the list of my AUs here, or you can send me an AU idea for it!

#mine #writing #don't mind me. just updating some stuff #but also my ask box is open if anyone has prompts

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saphirered · 2 years

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Requests {CLOSED} and Masterlists

I'll be taking character x reader requests! This means you can send in requests for prompts, oneshots, fics, scenes, prequels and sequels to stuff I've already written, and more. All I need you to do is give me an idea of what you want me to write and of course who for.

For those of you who don’t know me; Hello! I’m Saph. I’ve been writing x reader requests for a little while now and people seem to like it so I’ll keep fulfilling these requests as well as open up requests for a few other fandoms. Feel free to send in a request if you have some ideas you think I might be able to into something you’d enjoy! Feel free to suggest some fandoms in a similar niche because I'm always out looking for more hyper obsessions!

- Love, Saph 😘

Masterlists:

Acotar & Throne of Glass

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Vox Machina

Mighty Nein

M9 Short Stories

Exandria Unlimited

Bells Hells

Critical Role NPCs

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Baldur’s Gate

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The Witcher

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Autumn Prompts Collection 2022

Winter Prompts Collection 2023

Autumn/Winter Prompts Collection 2023

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Fandoms

Critical Role: All characters including NPCs and the Legend of Vox Machina animated series.

The Witcher: all characters.

Throne of Glass (SJM): all characters.

A Court of Thorns and Roses: all characters.

Baldur's Gate 3: all characters

Requesting Rules:

Generally I try to stick to a first come first serve policy but some things are easier to write than others and sometimes inspiration strikes for a specific request and I might post those earlier than others.

I write for fun. I’m a full-time student with a demanding job so I don’t have a regular upload schedule but try to post at least once a week though I aim for more whenever I can. Because of this I don't know what I'm writing until I start on it and usually finish what I'm working on in one sitting. Since I don't know what I'll be able to write beforehand I don't keep a tracker of what I'm working on.

Anyone’s welcome to send in requests. You can be as detailed or unspecific as you want to be with a request. As long as I have enough to have an outline of the content you want and the character(s) you want me to write for I'm all good to go.

Do specify if you want headcanons specifically as by default I tend to go for a direct story approach unless it’s clear the request indicates an (x) time period such as first times and reactions to (x). Even for multiple characters most often shorts are my go-to as I find them easier to write most of the time. Headcanon requests are still very much welcome.

I write in second person perspective for anything to do with reader. If pronouns are relevant/unavoidable I use they/them so if you want any other pronouns used, make sure to make that's clear within your request or stated specifically.

Things I do not write:

Child!reader requests. I have so much trouble getting into the mindset of a child of any age I just don't think I'm the right person for it. And yes this also goes for parent-child dynamics.

Characters or readers under the age of 18. It doesn’t matter if the relation is platonic, familial or romantic. I won’t write for any character or reader perspective below legal age.

Character x character. Just not my kind of thing. Sorry shippers.

Super graphic smut. I’m okay with spice, nsfw and lil smut but I just think I’m absolutely terrible at describing the full act in detail.

Minors of any kind in sexual context. Just no.

Illnesses, diseases and impairments I don't have any personal experience or adequate knowledge of to properly represent them.

Selfharm, suicide, detailed descriptions of (past) abuse or anything along those lines.

#critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #vox machina x reader #exandria unlimited x reader #exu x reader #campaign 3 x reader #critical role #critical role fanfiction #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #witcher x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #astarion x reader #bells hells x reader

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Spooky Season Fic Masterlist 🎃

Poet's October 2022 Challenge 🔓

At long last, the final collection is here!

Critical Role x Reader

1. Ghost sighting. Fjord x GN!Reader

2. Spider webs.

Opal x GN!Reader , BONUS: Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

3. Wicked witches. Fearne, Imogen + Laudna x Fem!Reader

4. Candlelight confessions. Caleb x GN!Reader

5. Love potion. Ashton x GN!Reader

6. Pumpkin soup. Fearne x GNReader

7. Slow dancing in the dark.

Caleb x GN!Reader , BONUS: Ashton x GN!Reader

8. Another rainy day. Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

9. Midnight feast. The Mighty Nein x GN!Reader

10. Dead leaves underfoot. Orym x GN!Reader

11. It's called my 'disguise'. Dariax x GN!Reader

12. Scary stories. Ashton x GN!Reader

13. Unfortunately, we're cursed. Caleb x GN!Reader

14. Visiting the haunted house. Laudna x GN!Reader

15. An unexpected kiss. Dorian x GN!Reader

16. Grave offerings. Bell's Hells x GN!Reader

17. Hold me, I'm scared. Dorian x GN!Reader

18. Masquerade ball.

Mollymauk x GN!Reader , BONUS: Dorian x GN!Reader

19. By the campfire. Imogen x GN!Reader

20. Blood smears. Fresh Cut Grass x GN!Reader

21. Moonlit walks. Mollymauk x GN!Reader

22. Whispers. Essek x GN!Reader

23. Under the oak tree. Kingsley x GN!Reader

24. Hellhounds. Chetney x GN!Reader

25. Illusion magic. Dorian x GN!Reader

26. Holy shrine. Caduceus x GN!Reader

27. The harvest festival. Orym x GN!Reader

28. Vampire bite.

Jester x GN!Reader , BONUS: Mollymauk x GN!Reader

29. Trick or treat. Cyrus x GN!Reader

30. Flickering shadows. Laudna x GN!Reader

31. Something's wrong. Lucien/Mollymauk x GN!Reader

For fics and updates about this October 2022 series, check out the #spooky season fic tag on my blog. Thank you to those who supported me with comments, reblogs and engagement both during and after this event xx

Bonus fics will be released and added to the masterlist over time

~ Poet

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randoimago · 3 years

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Hey! I noticed you’re taking requests for EXU/CR again! So I was hoping to submit something? How would the EXU party react if their crush was the younger sibling of the famous Vax and Vex?

S/O Related to Vex and Vax

FANDOM: Critical Role / Exandria Unlimited

Character(s): Dariax, Dorian Storm, Opal, Fearne Calloway, Orym

Type of Request: Headcanons

Warnings: BIG C1 SPOILERS

Word Count: 652

Note(s): Yes I am! I miss writing for the EXU babes (and I'm rewatching it to finally finish it). So I'm happy to write this! I also half apologize for my Vax jokes in this (I promise that I love Vax so much, I just couldn’t help myself, I deal with sad things by making jokes)

Dariax

Dariax has no idea who those people are. He just knows that his crush is so cool and talented and amazing and attractive and the list goes on and on.

Seriously doesn’t know a damn thing about Vox Machina. Like, “They’re those people in unicorn suits right?” No Dariax, that’s Vox Moronica, but nice guess.

Like you can try and explain who Vex is and who Vax was but Dariax just scoffs. Nice try crush, he’s dumb but he wasn’t born yesterday. They took down a god, yeah right. It was staged magic.

It’s kind of cute how much he doesn’t believe in Vox Machina. But it’s also kind of nice too that you aren’t being judged by who you’re related too because Dariax doesn’t really care.

He likes you not your family (which he still doesn’t know if they truly exist but that’s fine, it’s not his business).

Dorian

Thinks you’re messing with him at first. He doesn’t know a whole lot about Vox Machina, but he does know they’re a big deal.

Like he’ll say things like, “Really then what’s their favorite meal” type deals to see how much you’re messing with him. Eventually he does realize, ‘Oh you’re not lying. Well shit.’

Dorian does rethink his crush on you a bit because if he ever meets your siblings then they can easily kill him.

Of course, he then learns that one of your siblings is already dead which gives him a better chance at survival (does it though?)

Honestly, Dorian will probably treat you better now that he knows your siblings are super powerful. But he does let you know that he still views you the same, a really good friend (because he is now afraid to mention his crush in case it summons your siblings to kill him).

Fearne

Also doesn’t have a clue who Vox Machina is. She’s from the Feywild. She’s stayed in the Feywild for a long time. She doesn’t know who this Vex or Vax is at all.

She thinks its nice that you have siblings (you have to correct her that you have one now).

She still thinks it’s nice and would like to hear stories about when you were younger if you don’t mind.

Wouldn’t mind meeting your sister someday. I mean if your relationship is going to continue then she should meet the family, right?

Does find it interesting how they opened a gate from the Feywild to The Material Plane. So she also has to meet Vex to thank her because Fearne wouldn’t have met you otherwise.

Opal

Ohmygod you’re the sibling of the twins?! Opal knows the stories about them and how they joined Vox Machina and stuff.

Honestly she only paid half attention to the stories about them when they were told, but she knows they’re super cool and powerful.

Well one of them was super cool and powerful, but dead people are still cool right?

Okay but you being their younger sibling, did you ever learn rope techniques? Cause she’d love to talk to you about different methods and what the best knots are.

She still thinks you’re super cool and powerful though. Like your siblings are/were great but you’re already cooler than them.

Orym

Orym thought you seemed familiar in a way. He’s heard of the tales of Vox Machina, I mean his leader is Keyleth so of course he’s heard the stories of Vex and Vax as well.

That said, he might have some more reverence towards you because you’re related to people that the leader of his tribe holds in such high regard.

Might be a bit more respectful towards you (not that he wasn’t respectful to you previously).

Would like to ask you stories about your siblings and growing up with them, if you’d like to share.

the few things Keyleth has mentioned, he knows that life wasn’t great but he still wants to know your experiences.

#critical role x reader #exandria unlimited #exandria unlimited x reader #exu x reader #exu #dorian storm x reader #dorian storm #fearne calloway #fearne calloway x reader #dariax #orym #orym x reader #opal x reader #opal #dariax zaveon x reader

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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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Love your work! If your still in the blue bard feels could I possibly request Dorian confessing his real name to the reader? Thank you for blessing us with so much content ❤️

Baby blue bard boi deserves a kith :3

~ Poet

Notes: Just cozy soft fluff. Set early in Campaign 3. It's implied that Reader was part of the original Crown Keepers, and wasn't present for his name drop, but only vaguely implied. #AndThereWasOnlyOneBed #ButItWasTeeny #SoYouFindAnotherBed

"He Will Always Be You"

-> Dorian x GN!Reader

"Hey... hey, are you awake?"

"Mm..."

"Your leg-"

"Hm?"

There's a shuffle in the bed that jolts you out of your sleep, and you lift your head from the pillow slightly. The room is dark, and you squint your eyes in an attempt to distinguish the shadows and shapes in your field of vision. It's quiet, and with a lazy, defeated motion, you lay back down and curl into Dorian's side once again.

He's out cold when you rest your palm on the front of his shirt, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothing your newfound racing thoughts. His lips are parted ever so slightly, the soft inhale and exhale hardly loud enough to consider a snore. There's a smattering of freckles across his nose that you can barely make out in the dim lighting, but you begin to count them nonetheless, like stars across a blue canvas.

He's so pretty, is the only thought that crosses your sleep-addled mind as you reach across him and tuck in closer. Your eyelids soon grow heavy and flutter closed, a satisfied huff of air escaping your lungs. Slowly, slowly, you begin to give in to the warm embrace of the dark once more.

"Pssst." You frown and hide your face in Dorian's shirt. "Fearne?"

"Wha- what?"

"Your leg is digging into me a bit. Can- can you-?"

You fist some of the nightshirt tightly in your hand, your entire body tense and more alert than before.

It was bound to initially be awkward, sleeping in a bed together with Dorian when you evolved from friends to something more for the first time. It can take time to figure out boundaries, nighttime routines, and mutually comfortable positions. It's natural, but often a fun side of the other person to explore and understand. You both fell into a pattern, two people in love settling down after a day of busy events.

However -

"What, can I what?" Fearne's voice, thick with sleep, hisses slightly with irritation.

Even in the dark, you can imagine the sheepish, hopeful expression on Orym's face. "... Move?"

"Oh right, sorry. Old habit I guess."

Sharing a bed with both Dorian and your two other good friends makes a tight squeeze. But from what you've learned on your travels as a sub-party of the Crown Keepers, is that it is both safer and cheaper to all crash out on the same mattress and under the same covers. It became the norm to huddle close and share threadbare blankets on the road, easier to rent one to instead of multiple.

A night is only that; a few hours of comfort and composure, healing after travelling and skirmishes, and you're more than willing to share with your friends.

But with Fearne nearly hanging off on one edge of the bed due to her size, Orym hammocking between her legs and Dorian's, the air genasi squished in the middle, and you clinging onto his back so you yourself do not fall onto the cold floorboards below... you cannot help but fantasize about a spacious king-sized bed and a lack of late night pestering.

"... Dorian?" Your voice raspy once the others have settled down, so quiet you barely could hear yourself speak. Nevertheless, the pointed ears you've come to love much more than simply their aesthetic, twitch slightly at your words. "You up?"

There's a beat, and you start to think he's in too deep a sleep to be woken by your soft tone, until his breathing changes slightly and his body shifts under the covers. He replies with a groggy "Yeah?" and you have to bite down on the inside of your cheek to muffle a chuckle. You lean up on your elbows, glancing at the limited space in the bed.

"I think I'm about to plummet to my death."

He muffles a laugh with his pillow. "It's a tight squeeze alright." He hums lowly, eyes sparkling in the dark as he turns over to look at you. You share the moment of closeness, of intimacy, and you begin to think that you might be able to endure the sleeping arrangement for another night. That is until Little Mister, who is curled up underneath the bedframe, ruins said moment with a rumbling snore, and Fearne's leg twitches harshly, and Orym mutters something about pies.

The air genasi drags a hand down his face, trying to hide his smile while you simmer in your sleep-deprived frustration before he pries himself away from both you and the cuddle pile. "Come on then, love," he whispers, straightening his sleep shirt as he stands and gathers a few essentials from his pack.

You raise a brow but do not question his intentions, gently moving from the bed and taking his offered hand.

The inn is quiet this time of night, only one or two patrons sitting at the bar, heads hanging tiredly while they nurse their tankards. The bartender, a wizened but gorgeous half-orc, has a word with Dorian while you wrap your cloak around you tighter. She smiles with a warm, toothy grin, and the exchange of coin results in a brass key being pressed into his hand. After bidding her a good night, he shuffles back over to where you stand.

"Second floor - blackout curtains, scenic view in daylight..." he states when you question him. He passes you the key, and rests his other hand at the small of your back to shepherd you down the corridor. "... Double bed for two people, and only two," he adds a little shyly, adjusting the pack on his shoulder.

You stop in your tracks, mouth parted with surprise. He halts his movements, glancing over his shoulder as if to say 'what are you waiting for?' but he mirrors your expression when you hug him. "I don't think I've ever been so in love with someone before," you dramatically admit. You reach up, tangling a hand in his hair and looking at him with nothing but fatigued adoration. He's perfect.

His heart flutters at your words, but sinks slightly when you continue.

"You truly are a wonder, Dorian Storm."

You see him swallow thickly, bob his chin in a weak nod before drawing himself away. Your face falls, confused at his sudden change in demeanor, and follow at his heels to your new room. "What's wrong? Was it something I said?"

"What? No, no, no, it's nothing, really." His forced smile tells another story. He fiddles at the lock with an awkward haste, nearly dropping the key. You reach out and still his hands, causing him to look at you.

"You can tell me anything, Dorian."

There it is again, that cold, dull gnawing of guilt within him because you have been so patient and loving, and he still hasn't told you.

With a sigh, his shoulders sag, and he manages to push open the door to the room and close it quietly after you follow him in. It looks almost identical to Orym and Fearne's room, but you do not care because it just feels so spacious and luxurious with only the two of you. You relieve Dorian of his pack, setting his on the desk and hanging your cloak on the hook, noting that he still hasn't moved an inch from the doorway.

"... Brontë."

"Hm?" you answer, running your hand across the crisp, clean bedsheets. When he doesn't continue straight away, you glance over at him. "You okay?"

His mouth feels dry. He takes a careful step forward. "My other name is Brontë," he says.

You send him a quizzical look. He slides his own cloak from his shoulders and it pools to the floor in a blue and sunset orange heap. Without a word, you reach out. And he takes your hand.

You pull him closer and let him join you on the bed, your body resisting the urge to lay down and call it a night, but you know he has something to say. You tuck a lock of hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear, an encouraging intention behind it, and he relaxes slightly.

"You know that I was..." He pauses, wracking his brain, trying to find the right words. "... Someone else before we met. Before the- before I was the party's 'humble bard.' You know about my brother, my family." His eyes meet yours, almost pleading for understanding. "I come from a line of air genasi from the Silken Squall. And they know me as Brontë Secundson, of the Wyvernwind family." The tips of his ears feel hot when you look at him with that soft expression he knows all too well. You care. You appreciate learning this side to him.

You take his hand in yours, run your thumb across his skin comfortingly. "I get it," you soothe, "I do. You wanted distance from it all so you could just be you. That's a completely understandable desire, my love."

"I just-" he says, biting his lip. "I know how the others look at me. They know I come from money, they know I've got something to hide. But you never prodded or overstepped when we shared. I guess I liked the way you looked at me and... I didn't want you to think less - or more - of me, you know? I like the way you know me."

And you understand. There's no deceptive meaning behind his words.

"And how do you want me to know you?" you ask, leaning forward and nudging him to lay down. The first thing that registers in his mind is how much space there is, how vast the bed seems with only him and you occupying it. The sheets engulf you both, no legs or arms having to stick out and suffer the cold. He isn't afraid of disturbing anyone else's rest with a sleepy movement. His hands hover over your waist, and he clears his throat.

"There's a reason why you know me as Dorian, and so Dorian I will remain," he murmurs, his breath catching in his throat when you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I just thought you should know. Finally know the truth. Of all people, you should know. It's been... it's been a lot this last year."

You move to pull the duvet across you both, your musings tired but with intent. "Dorian, Brontë, Storm, Secundson and Wyvernwind..." Even with the extra space provided without the others present, you and the bard still remain close, huddled next to each other, his hair a dark halo across the pillow. "No matter what name you choose or take, you are still the man I fell in love with."

Dorian flushes and smile bashfully. "Oh really? So I don't have to be afraid of any Maquesians whisking you away from me, do I?" he teases.

"They have nothing on my lover," you affirm with a smirk, raising a brow cheekily. "They simply have no chance against the man who dragged me with him across Exandria to Marquet. The man who has my back in every fight. The man who bought me my own bed." He chuckles at that, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter, filling the empty room with him.

You brush his chin with your nose, smile into his skin and manage to make a promise before sleep takes you both.

"He will always be you."

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