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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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

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

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

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Chetney 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Dorian 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Fearne 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Imogen 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Laudna 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Orym 💙

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

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

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

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

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

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a-writes3 · 4 months

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i took a huge break on here but please send in requests i want to start writing again! people i write for is on my pinned post! i only write for women/ non binary characters.

adding the characters from the critical role campaigns to the list of characters i write for as well!

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randoimago · 6 months

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do headcanons on Imogen, Fearne and Laudna with a reader who asks that they go shopping together because the reader wants to get a new look/outfit but doesn’t know where to start? Thank you!!

Going Clothes Shopping with Reader

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Fearne Calloway, Laudna, Imogen Temult

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oh to go clothes shopping with three witches

Fearne

Would find some hole in the wall thrift store to go to. She says that's where the good shit is. Absolutely looking at all the psychedelic-designed clothing (more so for her because she got a bit distracted).

Takes you over to find some good clothing that makes you (figuratively) pop. Once clothes are found then it's time for accessories.

Fearne just gets a pile of scarfs because you can never have one super flowy one. And scarfs are versatile. You can make one as a belt or a head band or to restrain someone--

Imogen

Asks you to give her ten minutes. She wants to make a list of what colors she thinks would look good. Also trying to estimate the prices of each clothing article so she knows how much you'll both end up spending.

Happily goes through various clothing racks with you and gives you various outfits to try on. She waits outside the dressing room to give you her opinion.

Tries to find you fingerless gloves. If there's any kind of accessory to have, she thinks it's fingerless gloves. All the hot people wear fingerless gloves.

Laudna

Takes you to whatever the equivalent of Spirit Halloween is or somewhere that has the best gothic Victorian (or just Xhorhausian) clothes. Laudna would want to get you a style of clothing you like, but she thinks Victorian-type clothes would look good on anyone if they got the right fit.

She's taking shirts and blouses and vests off the racks and holding them up to you to compare them before having you change. You might have to help her a bit before she tries to hold too much and her arm pops off.

Wants to get you both matching brooches. Maybe tries to find a raven skull or something for you to have as an accessory. It's a bit creepy, but Laudna somehow makes it romantic.

Taglist:

@unhelpfulnpc

#Anonymous #critical role x reader #laudna x reader #fearne x reader #fearne calloway x reader #imogen x reader #imogen temult x reader

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annadoingshitpoorly · 1 year

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Rules and Regulations (Writing)

Minors DNI - Ageless Blogs will be BLOCKED (soz it’s for your own good x)

Currently taking Requests for...

THE LAST OF US - Ellie/Dina/Tess/Abby

CRITICAL ROLE - Vex/Keyleth/Pike/Yasha/Beau/Jester/Fearne/Imogen

What I’ll write...

Smut (Consensual and dub-con)

Fluffy shit

Angsty shit

WLW/NBLW/NBLNB (soz men, my lesbian ass hates writing for y’all xx)

What I won’t write...

Paedophilia

Non-Con

or Incest

Please note, I’ll be taking requests at my own discretion and if I find your ask makes me uncomfortable, I’ll not answer it/respond.

CURRENT WIPS

Knight Abby Anderson x Plus Size Princess Reader - Chapter 2

Dina x Reader (In universe one shot)

Twilight AU Ellie x Reader x Abby (Love Triangle Part 1)

#thems the rules #writing #critical role x reader #tlou x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x reader #dina x reader #tess x reader #vex x reader #pike x reader #keyleth x reader #yasha nydoorin x reader #Beau lionett x reader #jester lavorre x reader #Fearne Calloway x reader #Imogen temult x reader

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danwhobrowses · 2 months

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So Callowmoores am I alone in thinking it was cute that Fearne helped carry Ashton to the city? Like there's the parallel also with Ashton carrying her into the Bloody Bridge as well

#might just be that the callowmoore tag isn't showing everything it's just I didn't see it get brought up by anyone #Ashley/Fearne was well into Ash's Titan stuff too #2 points of exhaustion though is indeed rough can see why Fearne didn't wanna test everything at Mori's #Ash probably overdid it because they've been charmed/lured twice now and want to contribute positively #plus they couldn't tell Imogen to push themselves if they don't do the same #they're trying just like they promised and it needs to be shown encouragement and appreciation for it #Grog on the moon theory is at a crossroads next ep #still candela next so I gotta ration these crumbs; ironically this parallel will also carry me to the next episode #though I'd always be open to a big ol' slice of the shippy cake when time appropriate #Fearne could test her new rogue skills to mage hand pickpocket Ashton maybe? or just anything sweet and tender between them #or more sticking up for one another and endorsing each other's chaos I just need to be fed #also the New Mutants character Tal is thinking of is called Warlock btw - looks like FCG if he wore The Mask #Ashley hinted at possible 'talking and then bed' not to (totally to) insinuate #Dire Wolves also have high perception and adv on attack rolls if an ally is 5m from a creature so Fearne was thinking tactically too #maybe I talk too much on tags...#callowmoore #tag reader bonus: Fearne loves it when Ashton kisses the back of her neck - she got a tattoo of their name there to surprise them #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #critical role #cr3 #cr3e86 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #rockwild #bells hells

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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Could you write something with the bells hells x reader, playing spin the bottle? Reader accidentally steps into the space where the bottle lands on them like "hey what are you guys doing over here!"

🤣🤣😅 yes

Imogen

It’s canon she’s a disaster with love interests so this shouldn’t be any different!! A sputtering mess as she attempts to tell you

Chetney

Thinks he’s cool when he tells you but it comes across so awkwardly he’ll just sneak a kiss before running away

Laudna

She’s a cute disaster in that she tries to do that hide behind her hair before Pate blurts it out

Fearne

A whole flirt who just straight up tells you and then walks over to kiss you

Orym

He’s so shy about it his eyes are fleeting back and forth between you, the group and the bottle before you give him a cheek kiss

Ashton

Tries to play it cool but he’s cheeks are a darker green than the rest of him, and he’s gif a cute pout if you peck his cheek

Dorian

As if it were any other way, he’ll mutter what it is under his breath trying to hide his blush, but you think it’s adorable

#critical role #critical role x reader #inbox requests #bell’s hells #bell’s hells x reader #dorian storm #my writing #headcanons #critical role x you #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari #critical role x y/n #ashton greymoore #laudna #imogen temult #chetney pock o'pea

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saphirered · 2 years

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Hi Saph! I’m only resubmitting in case my request was one of the ones that got deleted! I’m so sorry if this winds up being a duplicate though, I promise I didn’t mean to. Anyways! I was wondering if you’d do a Don't Leave Me/Snow White kinda thing for the C3 or ExU cast since you did them for the C1 and C2 casts? They were both some stellar pieces of fanfic!

Thank you for resubmitting! I went with the C3 bunch so I hope you like the way it turned out! 😘

(Ashton)

Fuck. Ashton is about ready to go on a path of vengeance and do something incredibly fucking stupid. It’s no secret that when you’re in the line of work he is, and you are you make some enemies and need to watch your back at times. The shitty side of that is that sometimes people way above your head get involved. You’d been hunted. You’d run. You’d done a fucking good job too. But in the end they managed to get you good a few times. A couple of arrows aren’t exactly the greatest when you’re the one being used as a humanoid quiver. Ashtons still doesn’t know how you found your way to their doorstep. You’d collapsed then and there and the crook house was enlisted to fix you up again.

Ashton sat around, plotting, tapping into all his resources and connections to find out who had done this to you. Most came up empty but some got them some good leads. Your condition worsened. Focus had to be on you. Ashton couldn’t rely on anyone else. You’d come to them after all, not anyone else. It’s the bare minimum he could do. He stayed by your side. If people wanted to hurt or kill you they might just come back and you left a trail of blood. You need someone to watch over you while you recover. You’d done it for them a thousand times over, now they get to return the favour.

The silent solitude of a singular never-changing room is not one Ashton copes well with. While the others do come by to check up on the both of you they can’t stay long. These guests do little for Ashton’s sanity and they’re getting antsy. So of course, like any sane person would they start talking to themself.

“It’s not fair. I always thought I’d be the one to end up here within an inch of my fucking life… again. Remind me to never do this again. It sucks and now I kinda know how you feel every time I fuck up bad.” Ashton grumbles setting their hammer down by the side table and taking up the chair, plate of food in hand. He takes the chair at your bedside , legs crossed at the ankles leaning on the bed taking little bites of whatever food Milo handed over.

“Leave it to me to care a little too much. You always say to never mix work and feelings but with someone as likeable as you; that’s fucking impossible.” Ashton grumbles putting the plate on the side table crossing their arms and leaning on the back legs of the chair.

“I say fuck that rule. When you’re back on your feet we’re going to break into the best place we can find and go shopping. Nothing screams love and affection like a good heist.” Ashton laughs to themself. “Or maybe you’d prefer some nice dinner some place fancy?”

“I don’t know about you but both sound pretty neat. It’s a date.” You groan. You hadn’t spoken in days so this response comes as a surprise to Ashton. So much so, Ashton falls backwards from the chair onto the grounds and like a good fellow ruffian you burst out in laughter. The genasi can’t blame you. It’s pretty fucking funny.

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(Orym)

He wasn’t fast enough. Orym wasn’t fast enough. His entire life spent training to protect the people he cared about and he failed that very task when it mattered most. Orym is no stranger to casualties in battle but he can’t stop blaming himself, can’t stop repeating the hundreds of ways; if he had only done this one thing differently then maybe you would’t be laying on a bed being crowded by the healers attempting to save you.

You couldn’t get out of the way. The creature struck before you could take cover, its claws cutting through your skin like butter. Deep nasty wounds left in its wake started to fester the moment your body hit the ground, poison spreading. The group’s healers were on it, attempting to get you back to your feet and while you had regained consciousness for a brief second that was it. The bleeding stopped but that was the most they could do for you, so with all gold Orym still had, the others chipping in, they brought your body to more advanced healers. Upon arrival they got to work, sending the others away but Orym insisted on staying behind, making sure not to get in the way. He’d be damned if he let you out of his sight.

It didn’t help when the healers shared worried glances. They patched you up, working their magic, bringing ointments, poultices and the likes but the tension in the room was making him sick. Once they were done one of them came over to him, informing him that they’d done all they could. It was up to you now if you’d fight through or pass on into the embrace of the Matron of Death. So like a guardian he’d watch over you, guide you back to this world.

“We haven’t seen much of the world yet like you promised we would. You never break your promises. Don’t start now.” Orym’s fingers lace with yours. It’s so foreign to not feel yours curl into his in response. He tries to smile, even if you can’t see it, but that smile just ends up as a pained frown. Is this what the Voice of the Tempest felt like when she was faced with the loss of her lover? Never has loss felt this real, this deep and if he’s honest he could go without it for the rest of his life.

“Please, just tell me you’re not done yet. I need you here with me. I need you at my side so we can brave this brand new world together. Just-please.” Orym bows, pressing the back of your hand enclosed between his to his forehead in a silent promise, a silent prayer to whoever is watching, you’ll find your way back here. The winds can’t carry you away just yet. He stays like that and listens. Listens to the healers moving about, other patients in the distance, even the city outside. He waits and he listens.

Then… A sharp intake of breath, muscles tensing, that familiar grip responding. Orym looks up and meets your eyes; wide and disoriented until they land on him and calm. You smile, pull your hand still between his towards yourself and grasp back when Orym is about to let go. You turn your enclosed hand and kiss the back of his holding it to your chest, afraid to let go, afraid to slip away on the winds. Your journey isn’t over yet.

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(Imogen)

Nightmares haunted her sleep and Imogen knew something was wrong. She saw you, at the edge of a storm, your hair and clothes blowing violently in the wind, your eyes pained, tears streaming down your face. You had one hand clutched to your chest while the other stretched out towards her. Imogen got the urge to run towards you. Something about you read as lost and frightened and she wanted nothing more than to make you feel safe and at home. When she reached you, reached for your outstretched hand her fingers passed through, and your shape turned to dust slowly, carried away by the wind. Pain ran through her when she woke up, released from whatever hellscape that dream brought her. But then the feeling didn’t go away…

Imogen couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong so she went to find you. She knew you had stayed up late and since you weren’t back in the room she decided to investigate, that feeling of dread growing heavier and heavier with each step down the hall. And then she found you, sound asleep on the couch. Your face turned to the back of the couch, the blanket you had tossed over yourself, slipping off your shoulders. Imogen expected to be able to breathe again but no. She stepped closer and then she saw it, some reddish-purple energy pulsed through your veins and your form was deadly still, unmoving, unresponsive.

Nothing seemed to wake you. Shaking you didn’t do a damn thing. Calling your name didn’t either. No usual means of waking up a person worked. She’d even thrown a glass of icy cold water in your face but nothing happened. So afraid she might lose you, she also didn’t want to leave your side, so she sat down on the ground, holding your hand, the only tangible proof of life detectible through the pulse at your wrist. At the very least that was a relief.

“Please tell me you’ll be alright. Tell me this is just some freak accident. Please, tell me this isn’t my fault or I might not be able to forgive myself. I need you to wake up for me. I need you here. I can’t do this on my own.” Usually you wouldn’t miss a beat with a response so the quiet that followed was plain torture. Imogen takes a deep shaky breath holding onto your hand tightly as if it’s a lifeline, be that for you slipping away or her reminding herself she’s here, with you, and this is real, however terrible; this is real. She lets the silence take hold, her mind wandering what might have caused this, is causing this and she’s loosing hope.

“Come what may, if you can hear me or not, just know that- that sounds stupid. You probably can’t hear me.” Imogen snorts stopping herself from saying what she was going to, as she rubs her eye, catching the tear she didn’t notice was there. Had she been crying? In a final attempt to get her message to you she tries to connect to your mind. It’s completely foreign when she doesn’t feel the connection take hold fully, yet still there.

‘I love you.’ The words echo through her own mind as much as she tries to send it into yours. Every second feels like an eternity and hope wavers but then something tightens in her grip, slowly. little by little the connection grows stronger. A shaky breath, this time not hers sounds and your eyes open. You look worse for wear but alive. Imogen stifles a gasp as you sit up, your head spinning and throw your arms around her.

“I love you too.” You whisper into her shoulder. Not even you know what happened or why but when you heard the lilac haired girl’s voice in your mind, it had been as much of a lifeline to you as you had been to her keeping the thoughts of others out.

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(Fearne)

And so it’s once again confirmed that not all fey are as nice as Fearne and her grandmother. The one you got faced with did not take a liking to you, if anything it became a downright feud against you. You’d done nothing wrong. Not necessarily. If anything you’d been on your best behaviour but it wasn’t enough. You were an easy target, someone to be messed with, used as a tool in a bigger ploy and for this fact alone you’d pay the price. Despite what certain individuals may claim, plenty of fey love the theatre; especially the over the top dramatics and this particular fey, wanted you to play the lead role in a tragedy…

Your unmoving body lies beautifully on a bed of flowers, a crown of them braided around your head made from similar ones to Fearne’s. Call it what you want but it is poetic; a crown of poisonous flowers. You are dressed in the finest fashions money can buy, your hands clasped over your abdomen and the expression on your face is a peaceful one. It’s almost like you’re just sleeping. That is what Little Mister seems to think too as the monkey jumps up on the bed and begins pulling at your hands, though they don’t budge, so instead he comes for your hair but still no effect. He even tries to open your eyes but nothing. It’s like you’re in stasis; perfectly preserved. Fearne, at first let Mister run wild in the hopes he’d wake you from your slumber but when that proved futile she did tell him to stop. She can’t blame the monkey for trying but enough’s enough.

Little Mister is quite perceptive when it comes to his momma and sees the sadness you in your state brings her. He knows he can’t cheer her up because he feels very much the same but he does hold her hand as Fearne traces her fingers over your features, as if ingraining them into her memory. Like she is savouring every last one; the way you look, the feel of her fingers against your skin, but more than anything she wanted to see your eyes. They’re always so full of mischief, so alive and when you smile at her, or scold her for stealing, she loves that little half grin when you’re proud of her. She’ll see it again. She will make sure of it.

“I don’t really know what to say. The others said it might help but I don’t know.” Mister pulls her hair. “Anyway, I just want you to know everything will be alright. I am going to make this right. My grandmother always said there’s one thing you should never do when it comes to people where I’m from but for you I will take that risk. I’m going to strike a deal with the one who did this to you. You’ll be back on your feet on no time.” Fearne plays nervously with a lock of her own hair, plucking a flower from it. She kisses the petals before she lays it on your clasped hands. Then she leans in and kisses your forehead gently.

Feeling returns to your fingers, to your body and you’re back from the dreamworld you were stuck in. You feel soft petals against the back of your hand and out of instinct clasp the flower. Then you feel soft lips against your brow. Your eyes open and meet stare back at the faun in front of you. She looks happy. Happy is good.

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(Fresh Cut Grass)

Fresh Cut Grass never really experienced loss since the incident and even then it’s vague because they only grasped the situation when Ashton found them. It wasn’t as direct. Then came you. You were always so chipper and friendly and simply just a joy to be around for them. You always managed to lighten the mood, especially when people needed it most. Your compassion was admirable and FCG saw you as an inspiration, a beacon in the void, always offering solace to those in need. Always chipper that’s why it came as a surprise when you approached FCG for something to help you sleep better. You’d been suffering terrible nightmares, to the point where you’d wake up screaming. You never told them what those nightmares contained but Letters did catch on you were hiding your exposed skin from anyone who could see right after. Eventually you felt safe enough to confide in the automaton and many nights were spent just talking after you’d wake up screaming once more.

One night Fresh Cut Grass had remained with Ashton, following up on some gambling before dragging the genasi to their room. Along the way he heard your scream but it was cut short. Quickly putting Ashton to bed FCG rushed over to your room. Knocking did nothing and while he didn’t want to intrude, you did state previously they’d always be welcome so with that in mind FCG wheeled in, seeing you seated against the headboard, curled up clutching something to your chest. You didn’t seem to notice him entering. You just stared to the other side of the room. FCG looked to where you were staring at and it was the open window which he ignored the moment he saw the stained red spot growing, dripping onto the sheets. Your hands clutched over the wound had already lost strength but there was barely a breath present still; hope still.

Knowing there’s no time to lose, FCG casts a quick healing spell and while it helps close the wound, there’s something else. Unlike any previous times healing you or your companions, you’d always been right back to yourselves, maybe a bit haggard or tired but never like this. He worries for you. Calling your name doesn’t seem to earn a response. It’s almost like you’re stuck in your own mind; just like the nightmares the two of you talked about for hours on end. FCG knows how completely and utterly terrified you are of those nightmares.

“Everything will be okay. You’ll be back in no time. Now don’t be scared. I’m right here. You’re safe.” FCG goes through all resources at their disposal, casting spell after spell to fix what’s wrong. “You had me scared right there. In the future maybe try and avoid dying because if this is what true sadness and loss feels like, I don’t know if I want to feel that again.” Little by little with each casting of a spell you do improve; colour returns to your cheeks, your eyes focus on movement, and though you stay quiet, eventually you get out of your curled up state and wrap your arms around FCG, holding them tight.

Fresh Cut Grass’ insides feel as if he’s holding another can of coffee or tea again. He wonders if maybe some was left from the last stash he kept for Fearne but then is reminded it’s gone. Analysing what it is, they realise it’s not some warm beverage. This is what it feels like to be wanted, admired, respected, a sense of safety and security. This is what it feels like when you mean the world to someone and that someone does to you. That’s a feeling he can get behind.

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(Laudna)

This must have been a death Laudna could not turn into something chipper. There were no comment about how absolutely dreadful this passing of a living thing was with her usual attitude. For the first time in a long time the death of another truly hurt her. She’d always been able to let go easily, completely detached from common grief. Death is just part of life but now finally she gets why people aren’t as… well, gloomy and sad when it comes to the passing of a loved one. You hadn’t supposed to meet your end. Not yet. You hadn’t even lived a long and fruitful life. You still had so much ahead of you and Laudna feels sad that what you two had planned, the grand things you talked about wanting to do, you wouldn’t be able to accomplish.

They had brought your body back, to be readied for proper burial. Laudna had taken some moments alone. She’d tied some of the ribbon she uses in her crafts around your wrist; a little reminder of her you hopefully got to take with you into the afterlife. She’d cut a lock of your hair from amidst the strands where it wouldn’t be visible and went to work creating a little puppet of you. She tried to mimic your voice, your behaviour and while in her opinion she got pretty close, it just wasn’t the same. She’d rather have you here than the doll she made.

With these feelings arising, the voice of her patron did too, though Delilah had other intentions, wanted Laudna to hone in on it all, even promised to show her how to bring you back, give some ounce of information, but Laudna also knows that messing with the dead comes at great risk. While she was tempted by the offers her patron made, she wouldn’t put you through that. That being said, she didn’t know how long she’d last. It was only when Laudna started asking questions about how Delilah got this information, the lady backed off for a bit and Laudna could once more take peace in the solitude with you.

“You know, I’d never thought we’d be here like this. I’d always expected you to live some grand life like you always envisioned; one full of adventures. It’s a shame sometimes these things don’t go as they should but all good things come to an end. You were good. I am glad to have met you and I am sad to have to say goodbye.” Laudna adjusts the button of your shirt, straightening it. She combs your hair, even pinches your cheeks like she’d seen you do in the past but no rosiness returns to them, they just stay ashen.

“I guess this is goodbye then. May we meet again some day.” Laudna smiles, rising your hand to her lips and kissing the inside of your wrist; a marker of the life you kept, one she had always been fascinated with; your heartbeat, now lays silent. She lets go and steps out of the room.

When you awakened you gave some poor caretakers the scare of their lifetime. You feel different but can’t quite describe it. There was a lot of shouting but you couldn’t process it. You were laying on some sort of table but your back just hurt and you had to get out. Then the door opened and you’ll have to pride the caretaker for not fainting at the sight of the undead woman in the doorway smiling at you while black goo dripped from her nails. You’re back again. Your life’s not over yet and you’ll be spending it sharing your adventures with Laudna.

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(Dorian)

People make mistakes all the time. Sometimes these mistakes can be the wrong choice of drink or missing the last step down on some stairs resulting in a face first fall. While he may not have actually fallen down some steps, Dorian wishes to all that is sacred he did because it’d be easier. Instead he’s here seated with your head in his lap, whispering pleas you’ll be alright while he waits for the others to arrive.

Long story short, it’s a stakeout; you and Dorian team up and cover the second floor. The group’d been hired to catch a thief with a tendency to cause chaos. Nothing too serious. So together you patrolled the second floor when he spotted your target. Of course you both gave chase but they were quick. You split up to cover more ground. Dorian had them cornered. No escape now. He failed to notice the muttering of a spell and the green hint of magic gathering at the thief’s fingertips. You did and rushed into the room from the side. In redirecting whatever spell was cast, you took the effects instead. You’d gone down instantly and the thief got away.

If he hadn’t been so stupid to split up, you didn’t have to pull such a stunt. If he wasn’t so stupid he might have noticed and avoided the spell. If he wasn’t so stupid, maybe you’d be here to tell him ‘I told you so’ when you called his plan terrible. You’d agreed to split up only because he suggested it, he convinced you. He should have listened to you. You should have stuck together. But instead here you are, under the effects of some kind of magic. You’ve not moved, nor responded to anything.

“I was reckless. I should have listened to you. I just had to be the hero, didn’t I? What do I get for it? You get hurt. I might as well have been the one to cast the spell.” Dorian speaks to himself. He doesn’t know why he does. Perhaps it’s some nervous coping mechanism o help him process and stay focused. Your wellbeing is his first priority. He’s afraid to move you more than he already has in case it does more harm. Can’t even trust himself not to make everything worse. It’s a downward spiral of negative thoughts and insecurities.

“You’d tell me to suck it up and deal with it.” He laughs shaking his head. “You’d tell me you love me and you forgive me. If I’m honest, I don’t think I could look you in the eye ever again if you can’t forgive me. It’ll take some time to work through but I’d hope to have you at my side still. I hope I’m still deserving of your love.” Dorian brushes your hair away from your face, waiting in solitude, trying to not let his mind wander. A few minutes pass.

Air fills your lungs, like you’ve been holding it all this time and you shoot up from your position. Between ragged breaths you take in your surroundings, until you see Dorian looking rather bewildered but happy no less. You throw your arms around him.

“You already summarised what I was going to say so I won’t bother to repeat the whole thing.” The smile in your voice is enough to ease Dorian’s mind just a bit. “I love you.”

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(Chetney)

Chetney has a somewhat shady past, things he doesn’t like to talk about. His ‘none of your business’ reply whenever he is asked about more in-depth personal matters usually does the trick and gets people to stop asking about his past. In reality it’s not privacy that keeps him from telling, sure it’s one of the reasons but he doesn’t want people the people he’s growing attached to to view him differently. With you in the picture; the first person he’s gotten close with, truly close with in a very long time, he’s begun thinking you deserve to know. He doesn’t want what you two share to be based on lies and secrets.

He spent weeks working up the courage to come clean about all the evils of his past, weeks and he was going to spill it all. You were sitting in the tavern, together, the others still out and about while you shared a drink conversing. Chetney was enthralled by you, your kindness, your smile, all of you, he almost forgot what he was going to say. You ordered another round. The drinks came in and he directed the conversation to where he needed it to go, slowly ease you into it but before he could continue you began coughing. You gasped for air as if none would fill your lungs. People panicked and jumped to your aid, himself included. You looked so scared, so completely and utterly frightened, begging for help until your head lulled back and your eyes closed. You were still alive but barely.

Knowing he couldn’t fix you, Chetney would personally gut whoever was responsible for this and when he saw that barkeep that served you try and sneak out, he gave chase. He hated leaving you behind but this is the best he could do. It’s needless to say that Chetney is good at what he does and he sniffed out the barkeep. An interrogation and some spillage of red later, Chetney returned. He knew what caused this, he had an antidote. You’d be safe. He had to move quick though. When he returned to the inn they’d brought you back to your room. The real barkeep said the healers had come and stabilised you but a cure would still be a ways out.

You lay in your bed, peacefully. There’s no pain on your face, no fear either and that’s a relief. Chetney jumps up on the bed, sitting on his knees beside you as he takes out the vial.

“You know, I never thought I’d fear losing someone as much as I fear losing you. Everything will be alright. I took care of that bastard. They won’t try that again. You’re safe now.” Chetney says as he brings the vial to your lips, pouring the contents down your throat. In the meantime he sits and waits for the antidote to take effect. It’s a rare feeling but he confidently feels good about watching over you. Sure, you can protect yourself just fine but knowing he was able to truly help you, make difference. He finally understands what you mean. Your eyes blink open and you groan. You focus on Chetney who sits in anticipation.

“Hey, Chetney. You were going to say something? Why are we in my room?” You ask confused but the look of glee on the man’s face distracts you plenty. You’ll get a lengthy explanation and can’t help but feel a little pride in what this woodcarver has done for you.

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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.

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Hi! If you're taking requests, I would love headcanons of how the members of Bells Hells would celebrate their s/o's birthday, as it's my birthday today ^^ thanks 💞

This has a bonus character at the end so keep an eye out for them 👀 enjoy and hbd cutie 💜

~ Poet

Bell's Hells (+bonus member) Celebrating Their S/O's Birthday 🎉

Ashton 💙

It's surprisingly cold out, so they wrap you up in one of their oversized heavy jackets and whisks you away to the market. It's a comforting weight, and it makes you both feel giddy and mischievous for the day ahead. Ashton brings you to a tacky general store full of useless trinkets and unusual items, let's you browse through the aisles to your heart's content. Purchases you one really expensive thing that caught your eye at a better quality shop, and manages to swipe a few cheaper knickknacks from vendors who give you grumpy attitudes on your special day. Holds your hand and kisses you stupid every chance he has, insistent and teasing.

Chetney 💙

You can't seem to find Chet at breakfast, which slightly dampens your mood while the rest of the party chime in and wish you a good birthday. You spend the day indulging yourself as you see fit - snacking on treats and buying that magical item you wanted, but it's a little lonely. That is until you hear a running and a shriek behind you, and the gnome almost knocks you off your feet. He fumbles with something in his hand, nearly dropping it several times due to the splinters at his fingertips, and he spouts apologies of not seeing you earlier and excuses of attempting perfection. You're at a loss when he presents a beautfully carved ring, and can't help but pull him in for a tight hug, his arms curling around your neck.

Dorian 💙

You're woken up to ticklish and energetic kisses being pressed under your eyes and following the shape of your face, the slope of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. Dorian's smile can be heard in his tuneful humming - you don't even have to open your eyes to know that. He helps you dress into something new and a lil bit fancy for the occasion, cooing all about his plans for the day - your favourite dinner, a show, maybe drinks with the rest of the party followed by a stroll about the town, arm in arm with your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He serenades you throughout the day just to see you smile shyly, pulls out your chair and keeps your glass full, and playfully lifts spoonfuls of dessert to your lips only to steal a kiss after.

Fearne 💙

You think you're being smooched awake by a beautiful faun, but when you open your eyes it's in fact Little Mister who is nibbling on your nose with a happy chirp. You laugh and huddle up with the familiar for a little longer until Fearne finds you both and joins the cuddle pile, giving you a proper kiss. She places a crown woven of flowers and ribbons on your head, adjusts it here and there until she deems it perfect before she declares you gorgeous and orders you to get ready for a day of shenanigans. This includes going to fancy boutiques and trying on shirts, dresses, scarves, hats etc. (and casually walking out without paying), sight seeing around town and sharing the most scrumptious and tooth-rottingly sweet cupcakes you can find.

Imogen 💙

She storms into your bedroom at the crack of dawn, gears you up in comfortable trousers and boots. Your eyes are still bleary from sleep and it's dark outside, but you have no choice but to wake up a bit and wrap your arms around Imogen's middle tightly when she commands her horse to take off at a very sudden and fast pace. You find yourself laughing, her hair tickling your face as the world whips by you, the horse ride so invigorating and spontaneous to start your day. Eventually, you settle down with a makeshift picnic-breakfast on a hill under a tree, cuddled up as the sun rises. She has your head in her lap and trails her finger so lightly across your face in little motions that you end up dozing off.

Laudna 💙

She perches at the foot of your bed with an almost nervous energy while you unwrap her present. You smile down at the package and begin to peel the parchment away reverently while she patiently watches. Just as Laudna insists it's nothing special, you softly gasp and lift up the handmade doll from the paper - with woolen hair styled in such a familiar way, and button eyes that match your own, the figure is undoubtedly an imitation of yourself. Scraps of cloth have been lovingly stitched together to resemble your signature armour and robes, and Laudna squeals with happiness when you launch yourself at her and fall to the floor. She scrambles for Pâté and Sashimi, who both greet and promise your doll a fun day is in store their fun-scary friend.

Orym 💙

He's planned you a party. Not a grand social event to rival that of lords and princes, but a party nonetheless with your favourite people in attendence. There's food and music and dancing, a roaring fire and friendly faces. Orym somehow managed to get in contact with some of your family and allies from before joining Bell's Hells, and even if they couldn't make it, he has their birthday messages and letters wrapped in a box for you to read once the day is over. He wipes the most delicious cake crumbs and frosting away from the corner of your mouth when he sits down at your side at the head of the table, eyes shining with so much warmth and affection you just about melt.

BONUS: Lord Ariks Eshteross 💙

You wake up in the early hours of the morning to so many wonderful smells oh my god. There's rummaging and clattering of bowls and utensils downstairs that you 100% know is coming from the kitchen, and as you slip out of bed and throw on a robe, you notice a small little present on your bedside table. Lord Ariks spoils you with a hot drink waiting at your table setting, sugary pastries and bitesize cakes, and fondly presses his lips to your knuckles when you join him for breakfast.

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randoimago · 2 years

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Can I request something a little weird? Could I possibly request the C3 Campaign party finding out that one of their own is a De Rolo?

Reader Secretly Being a De Rolo

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Dorian Storm, Orym, Fearne Calloway, Ashton Greymoore, Fresh Cut Grass, Imogen Temult, Laudna

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): The interactions with the party would be so interesting though!

Laudna definitely has the most interesting reaction. Out loud she’d say, “So they didn’t all die, that’s great for you!” But on the inside she is getting all kinds of comments from her patron that she’s doing her best not to voice because they’re kind of mean.

Imogen, who knows Laudna’s story and also what’s going on with Lady Briarwood, is intrigued that you’re a De Rolo. She asks if you might know anything about the Briarwoods that the rest of them don’t. Just to see if there’s anything that’d help Laudna with.

Orym knows of the De Rolo’s because of Keyleth. So he’s definitely interested in hearing about your family and what you’re doing so far from Tal’Dorei, if you’re ready to talk about it of course.

Dorian has traveled with Orym so he knows a bit about the De Rolo’s. Probably suspicious of you because why aren’t in Whitestone? Why are you all the way out here? And why did you hide your family name despite what you know about the rest of them? Just very suspicous.

Fearne would ask if you know how to make guns. Did you take that trait with you? Could you make her a shotgun? That’d be fun.

Chutney doesn’t know anything about the De Rolo’s, but if you bring that metal shit anywhere near him then he’ll cut you. He’s wood only, kid. Don’t talk about gun making near him.

Ashton only knows that your family is rich and wants to know where that cash is. Not that he’s going to steal it, just why don’t you have it on you? Do you know how helpful it’d be to the group if you had extra money on you, they’re always poor.

Fresh Cut Grass has heard of the De Rolo’s from Laudna and Imogen and that they went through a traumatic time. So if you need to talk to anyone about your experiences and what you’ve gone through then he’s more than happy to listen.

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danwhobrowses · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello dear! I love your writing!! Lately, the idea of an oath breaker paladin who isn’t actually evil has been living in my head RENT FREE, so I have a request, if you’re willing:

How would bells hells (including Dorian) comfort a paladin that just broke their oath with a manipulative god? How would they help the reader adjust to their new lifestyle/alignment and cope with their newfound loss of direction?

Oh a conflicted paladin!! Nice idea!

Laudna - the “voice” in her head always tries to pull her in a certain direction so she can speak from experience. Noting your distress, she tries to be comforting and/or humorous with antics from Pate, trying to get you to laugh or smile about new possibilities

Imogen - knowing Laudna and herself, shifting alignments is all too familiar. She may not be the best with words but while holding your hand, you’re told that no one holds power over you and that’s the best freedom

Orym - the halfling has gone through much in life so he’s a trusted one to divulge all your grievances to. Listening, understanding, helping you through the nightmares and drying your tears.

Fearne - as chaotic as she can be, there’s still a genuineness behind her words. “Look on the bright side now, at least you’re free. You can do whatever you want now.”

Dorian - given that his alignment has canonically shifted, he knows what it feels like. He’s a good listener and when you can’t sleep some night, he’s there with a shoulder for your head to lean on

FCG - does a pat pat “there, there” and kinda like Orym, leans more into the compassionate side by reassuring you that it’s a better life now and if any being gives you trouble, the Bells are by your side

Ashton - he’s going to be his usual stating the obvious blunt self which is also the most comforting. “What the fuck is up with that? They were manipulative!!”.

Chetney - given how long he’s lived and that he’s lived life, it’s leaning more into the “tough love” routine where he gives you the facts of life but also reassures you that “hey it’s YOUR life now! Not a god’s”

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Omg I just found your blog and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I read your 'post tumble in the hay' headcanons, could I get a pre version with the exu crew? Who would be nervous, excited, shy etc? Thankyou!

Thank you! I hope this one turned out to your liking! 😘

(Dorian)

Dorian gets awkward the moment he realises someone is actually flirting with him. It just sends shivers down his spine. That’s no different with you. He might say something flirty as a joke and when you quip back in an equally flirty manner he’ll be like a doe in the firelight.

If others notice and call him out he’ll tell them to shut up. He might find it within himself to make another comment to you, and if you return it slowly the awkward will fade and the smooth wordsmith will come alive. That’s enough to get the others to back off.

It’s a game to see who can push who over the edge first before either one of you intends to make good on promises made. Usually the others would have already left you to your own devices but if not, Dorian will be all awkward until you’re out of their sight. Once you no longer have an audience, he’s definitely not opposed to making you pay for your teasing.

(Orym)

Orym’s got major parent energy. That means kisses shared when ‘the kids’ aren’t looking, words spoken when others can’t hear that leave you flustered, and plenty more, the halfling has turned into a fine art. He’s not shy about it, in fact he takes pride in it. Rarely can you get him flustered like he does you when in company.

It’s in the small gestures it becomes clear Orym implies the wish for something more private. He’ll put his hand on your thigh, massaging soft circles into the flesh, just a little higher up than usual, sticking closer to your side whenever you’re on the move, ignore, brush aside or pass up on any tasks he or you are asked to do to give you both the free time.

When all is well and dealt with and no impending disasters loom above, outright obvious terms of endearment will be spoken, wandering hands and intimate kisses no longer need to be restrained for the sake of appearing like responsible adults. Instead you can fully indulge in what others might describe as the practices of horny lovesick young adults.

(Fearne)

Fearne misses a lot of social cues due to cultural differences. Among those are the ones expressing a desire for intimacy. It’s not necessarily boundary crossing or truly inappropriate, just different and less restricted than the majority of the customs of Exandria. Most of the times it’s just cute but sometimes you’ll have to rein her in when she gets carried away.

Be prepared for nuzzles and little nips at your neck and shoulders, arms wrapping around you pulling you into her lap. Fearne loves the little noises she can get you to make and the others will most definitely describe you as ‘that couple’ when you’re at it again. When those comments are vocalised and you tell her this might be a little too much, she’ll stop.

Though when you ask her to stop, hear ears will lay flat against her head and she’ll give you the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes. How could you say no to those? Besides it’s not like you’re not in the mood after the marks of her earlier ministrations making it none too obvious you fully consent. She’ll be giddy and mischievous upon your verbal agreement some alone time might be in order.

(Dariax)

Dariax has a certain bravado to upkeep. He’ll be all suave and a true charmer until it actually comes down to feelings. He doesn’t necessarily get awkward but might miss some cues at times. You’ll be sure to make it very obvious what your intend is and when he catches on, when in public that bravado is an act he feels the need to keep going.

Despite what he may pretend to be the dwarf doesn’t have as much experience to show for it. Sure he’s had his flings but this is different. He’ll let you take the lead and it’s very much a; push and push back dynamic. He doesn’t want to compromise his act and will totally pretend he’s just letting you play with him.

This dwarf has a heart of gold and it really shows. Once you break away from the watching eyes of the others he’ll check in with you, making sure you’re alright and if he didn’t push too far. Caresses and kisses will be very gentle. To him, you are like a treasure meant to be cherished.

(Opal)

Opal is a rather intimidating and physical individual. Regardless of the opportunity or mood she will not hesitate to have some kind of physical contact with you be that to simply have an arm draped over your shoulders or waist, holding hands, sit in your lap or you in hers. She loves brushing her fingers lightly along your skin.

Though, when Opal gets needy she retreats into her shell a bit more. Despite presenting herself as a confident badass she’s got many insecurities and a lot of them have to do with more intimate attachments and dependancies. She knows she can be a lot and she just wants to avoid being too much.

You’re one of the few people who can break through that shell and pull her back out. It may take some gentle teasing, endearing comments but eventually she’ll get there after positive reassurance you love her as is. With that confidence, despite the company she’ll up and pull you along. If anyone asks where you’re off too she will shout exactly what she’s planning. No filter.

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

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