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randoimago · 4 months

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I've seen this really silly dnd character meme where it's a warlock whose patron is their parent 😂. So can I ask for Percy cr campaign 1, Fjord cr campaign 2, Gale and Wyll's baldurs gate 3 reaction to their warlock s/o's patron being their dad?

S/O's Patron is Their Dad

Fandom: Critical Role // Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Percy De Rolo, Fjord Tough, Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): God the chaos that would happen from this. Especially with the Critical Role characters, it'd just be wild.

Percy

He didn't realize that was a possibility. If he was younger, he would've struck as many deals as possible if it meant his family were still with him. Patrons or not. There's just a touch of bitterness from Percy, but his default mode is bitch so you can't really tell.

Percy doesn't really change anything that he does when he learns that your father is your patron. He has questions, sure, but he's not going to suddenly try and win favors. He's sure your father has other things to do than constantly watch over you.

Sorry if kissing is a bit awkward for you, but Percy isn't going to deny himself the taste of your lips just because daddy dearest might be looking in (he'll have some choice words though).

Fjord

Oh he is sweating when he learns that your father is your patron. Does that mean he's always watching? Is Fjord going to be struck down if he even looks at you in a less than platonic way?

Seriously being so polite and stiff with you for a bit after he learns before he remembers all the things you both have already done and the flirtations that passed between you. And then thinking, "Oh hells, did your dad see that?!"

Seriously, you're going to have to be the one to reassure Fjord and talk to him that your dad isn't constantly watching. You get your magic from him, sure, but he's not constantly around so Fjord doesn't have to keep his eyes and hands to himself.

Gale

Well that's an interesting perdicament you're in. Can't help but ask how that happened. Did your parent die and as a way to not leave you alone, they became a patron somehow? Perhaps you're mixed with some Fey or Fiend or Other Worldly being? Maybe it's-

Seriously, he could just go and on with theories as to how that happened. Especially if you have no idea how it happened, he will get to the bottom of this because it's fascinating to him.

If your patron father does pop in at some point, Gale is sure to give a smile and introduce himself and promise that he's taking good care of you. Would probably pout a bit if your dad doesn't like him, but he can summon magic cats so Gale is sure he'll win your dad over yet!

Wyll

He can't help but find some amusement in the situation. Your father is your patron while his father pretty much kicked him out due to his own patron. It's an interesting situation too.

Now and then Wyll does ponder if perhaps you're part something else. Just because most patrons he knows are fey, fiends, or some otherwordly entity. With how happy you make him, he doubts your father could be some kind of devil.

While he can see why having your father as your patron isn't optimal, he would certainly have taken that over his own patron. But he tries not to be bitter and does his best to be a good boyfriend, hoping your father doesn't mind if he shares a few late night dances with you.

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Did you get a request? It's headcanons of dating Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb and Fjord. Thanks!

Love me some Crit Role prompts, hope you like 'em!

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Molly is chaos incarnate regardless of whether you are in a relationship with him or not. Your life with the Nein is never dull anyway, but especially not when Molly's around.

Molly, however, is also incredibly smart for essentially being two years old. He's perceptive and picks up things about people very quickly. He is also adept at using that knowledge for his own benefit. All this to say, he picks up on your crush on him very quickly.

And uses this knowledge for evil...

...constantly.

Molly flirts with you every chance he gets with every possible idea he can think of just to see what kind of reaction he can get. He's incorrigible, but you blush all the same.

Don't worry! He also finds a nice time to chat with you when the two of you are on watch and lets you know that he has become just as fond of you. He, "just likes teasin' you, love."

Will find every opportunity to make you laugh or smile and is your biggest supporter and defender on and off the battlefield.

He's your circus man. He loves you fiercely, loudly, and sweetly as the world allows him for as a long as he can.

Essek Thelyss

Essek is a very difficult man to get to know. But, it has been scientifically proven that he can be worn down. Just keep at it.

Once you find something to bond over, Essek can be very sweet. He, despite any attempts he makes to instruct others that he does not, has a very big heart and cares an awful lot about the people he allows to really see him.

If you have a problem he will do whatever he can, within his abilities and around his busy schedule, to help you.

He is very hard on himself and in some instances probably should be to a degree, but you have to be there to stop him and that brilliant but treacherous brain of his from hurting his poor heart and soul.

Watch out for him please. He's battling a lot.

A relationship with Essek would be a sweet and loving one but it would also be fraught with the dangers of the lines he walks on a daily basis. The good news is, the love the two of you share is more than enough to whether it.

Caleb Widogast

Caleb, like Essek, cares very deeply for those around him. But, unfortunately also like Essek, also suffers through a lot of mental and emotional torment of his own making.

He's gotten better being with you and the Nein but you can tell that he still struggles. The kind of things he's been through are not things you can simply forget. He may need your help in the mental fight against his demons every once and a while.

Caleb would need a lot of coaxing to get him to really open up to you about his feelings for you (I mean we all saw how he got around Jester sometimes). You might have to be the one to make the first move because he will likely have plans to keep that secret to himself until the end of time.

I feel like Caleb would oddly be really good at taking care of you? Like reminding you to get the proper amount fo sleep (after all, he knows exaclty how many hours you've been awake for), and eating the proper amount as well as taking breaks. But, at the same time, he is awful at doing that for himself. Watch this one, make sure he doesn't fall asleep with his head in a spell book.

I also imagine that Caleb, once you get to a certain point of comfort in the relationship, is as cuddly as his cat. Imagine that after a particularly long day, he just flops on top of you, absolutely exhausted, curling in to you. Probably mumbling things in Zemnian that makes absolutely no sense regardless of whether you speak the language or not. He's very tired, just hold him and let him sleep.

Caleb is a very attentive person and he remembers literally everything. He constantly mazes you by the things he remembers about you and your relationship. He loves you and that love comes through in the detail he puts into every magical creation that you are included in.

Fjord Stone

Fjord, Wildmother love him, constantly finds himself in ridiculous situations. You, as much as you love him, have to find the humor in it. You are always there to help him out, but you almost have to laugh at him sometimes.

Regardless of his occasional fumbling, Fjord is very attentive and romantic.

He finds his own ways to fluster you, finding moments to be almost comedically romantic like someone out of Jester’s novels.

He, being a Paladin, and a new one at that, most likely feels a need to protect or like he has to prove he can protect you. He knows you are fully capable of defending and protecting yourself and he never wants to step on your toes in that field (he, like everyone else mentioned, is a respectful boi) but he loves you and sometimes assumes that he needs to prove that he is worthy of loving you, prove that he can keep you safe, prove that he himself is safe for you to be around.

He knows how to make you smile in the simplest of ways. Whether it be a flower left for you, a kind word, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, Fjord somehow always manages to know when you need something sweet like that.

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demigoddessqueens · 4 days

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I love John Mellencamp!

And another addition from @hollymac79 “Another happy song request missed one before I could add info darn finger and send button”—> Again Tonight by John Mellencamp

MASTERLIST 10

After listening to these lyrics, this is so FJORD coded

The rest of the Nein had bunkered down for a nights sleep but you were feeling restless as the ocean swayed the ship.

Heading up to the deck, you sat along the edge of the ship’s railing. The stars were out for the night and ushered a rare serenity for the night you hadn’t relished in a while.

A low “ahem” signaled that you weren’t alone. Fjord stood a while away, fidgeting slightly with his hands.

“Pardon, mind I joined ya—sitting here?”

Honestly you thought it was cute, this little “dance” Fjord attempted with you. Such a tall specimen with a commanding presence on the ocean but shy and bashful when it came to you.

“Sure, thanks for the company.”

Scooting to the side, you watched with a small smile as the towering half orc awkwardly scrambled to sit close by you.

With a deep sigh, you continued to admire the ambiance of the night while sneaking a peek at him from your side eye.

You always knew, to some degree, Fjord was an attractive individual, but there was a certain quality of cute with his bashfulness around you.

Seeing his hand inch closer to where yours rested was not lost on you.

Enough time had passed.

Putting an end to the poor man’s “will or won’t you?”, you closed the gap between you both as you held tightly onto him.

Fjord knew he looked Iike a besotted fool holding onto your hand when his completely dwarfed it, but he didn’t care. His heart was hammering with joy.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I request for Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb, and Fjord reacting to accidentally overhearing their friend asking shy crush when they will confess?

Sure Anon! Enjoy!

Pairing: Mollymauk, Caleb, Essek, Fjord x Reader

Tags: fluff, confessions, flustered Reader

A/N: I would melt into the ground if this happened to me.

Mollymauk would listen to the whole thing. Then he would drop little hints about the conversation until you caught on that he overheard you talking about confessing. He thinks it's cute that you're shy like that but if you want to wait to confess properly he can wait. Don't expect him not to tease you about it though.

Caleb is very surprised when he overhears it through Frumpkin. He immediately calls Frumpkin back because he feels like this is something that you should tell him on your own time. When he sees you in person he can't help be a bit of a nervous wreck around you.

Essek talks to you about it right away. He feels like he can't let the matter rest if he doesn't confirm that he's head correct. Doesn't want to come off as forceful but would very much like you to be honest about your feelings, after all he values those a lot and he would like to respond to them properly.

Fjord is extremely flustered when he overhears and accidentally reveals himself, which makes you flustered as well. He planned on confessing to you himself but now that he's heard how you feel already there's no reason for him to hesitate anymore. He would very much love to take you out on a date.

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a-menagerie · 1 year

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45 and Caleb or Fjord perhaps? Whichever strikes inspiration, you decide 😊

Why not both? 😘

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

Fjord

I think out of the two, Fjord would have the easier time falling asleep without you

And by that I mean, he’s going to work himself to the bone during the day so that he just passes out at night, not time to miss you if he’s already snoozing

If it’s only a night or two that you’ll be gone, he’ll do okay. Longer than that and he gets unsettled

He sleeps like a log the night you come home. Also, you’re trapped in bed as long as he is. Fjord may be not be the strongest, but he’s got you in a vice grip cuddle

Caleb

Caleb on the other hand is much more likely to let your absence affect his sleep schedule

I feel like Caleb already struggles to sleep well but would’ve been sleeping better with you by his side. So to have you gone for however long, he’s back to that not-quite-good sleep

He’d probably sleep in a lot of places that aren’t y’all’s bed tbh. At his desk, in his office at school, or maybe he’d even take your absence as excuse to go visit one of the other members of the Mighty Nein

When you return, Caleb just wants you to be the big spoon and hold him a little while

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Nicknames for You

-> Mighty Nein (+Essek) x GN!Reader

Notes: A Campaign 2 version of my Bell's Hells post. Once again, no one requested this, I just love doing the last one and it seems you guys did too!! 💜

Crown Keepers version 💚 Bell's Hells version 💙

~ Poet

Beau 💜

"Toots"

Laughs when you give her a half-hearted smack on the shoulder when she calls you this, able to quickly overpower you and hold your wrists out of swatting range. There's a teasing lilt in her voice as she suggests you give her a kiss to make her stop.

"Babe/Baby"

It's casual, an arm draping itself over your shoulder or a hand reaching for your elbow. She draws you close, eyes flicking rapidly all over you, trying to assess the injuries received after battling some douchebag bandits.

Relieved that it's nothing too serious, she rasps your name before letting herself hug you in front of the others. It's her sentimentality - the vulnerability - that she so desperately wants to ignore she has, but she simply can't when you're standing before her, breathing and alive.

"Copper piece"

It started off as a joke, when it was early on in your friendship and career as the Mighty Nein. Tight for coin, you insisted on keeping your coppers just as close as you kept silver and gold.

It's becomes your go-to undercover name when pulling off not so legal shenanigans. It sounds like some trashy detective title, and she facepalms when she says so because Nott and Jester are already dragging you away to help in their latest scheme.

Some days she just says "Copper," a reminder of a time before you both were joined at the hip, broke and still learning to trust. What was an unassuming mineral and nickname, becomes something important that's too valuable to lose. A metallic taste left on your tongue as you part from a kiss.

Caleb 💜

"Liebling"

A classic and reliable petname when he doesn't want to simply call you by your name. He does a double take and blinks comically should you reply in Zemnian, the familiarity of the language reminding him of better days. Often with a hesitant reach for your hand, only to pause, suddenly shy before you grip his tight.

"Dove"

Heart soaring, exciting, and new. Not a morning goes by that he wakes up next to you without feeling butterflies in his tummy or his lips already forming a smile when he sees you laying beneath the sheets at his side.

The floor is scattered with parchment and books, and the room smells of paper and sleep. He mutters as he presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, grumbling at the fact it is still too early to get up ("It is 5:37 precisely.") So he settles for throwing an arm over you torso and drawing you closer to him, mumbling the word before drifting off again.

"Charming"

It genuinely was a slip of the tongue before you even became an item. He wanted to be open with you, about how much he respects you and values your contributions to the party. But his heart ached and his skin felt flush under your gaze, and ended up confessing how endearing your character was.

It took even longer for him to admit his feelings, but once you both found your footing in the new territory as lovers, it became second nature to refer to you as one of the traits he first associated you with.

Throws in a few "Beautiful" "Lovely" or "Handsome" nicknames for sure. This man has spent so much time denying himself simple affection, thinking it was not only for his sake but for the sake of others. With you, after everything that's happened, he's able to learn to be comfortable and soft again.

Fjord 💜

"Lovebug"

People would swear that you're married from the way he looks at you, the way he shields you in battle or when he seems less self conscious of his tusks when sharing a giddy smile with you from across the room like a secret. He's asked by a stranger what's got him in a good mood and he simply says the loving nickname.

"Darl"

It seemingly came from nowhere at a random point on the Nein's journey. Shortly after reuniting following the Iron Shepherds situation, with the party one member short, he made the decision to not take life for granted. He was softer with you, tender even.

His hand on your shoulder, a thumb brushing away a tear sliding down your face and his voice but a whisper. And instead of calling you by your name, he calls you Darl, easing your mourning heart enough to stop crying and look at him with bloodshot eyes. He'll stay by you - he made a promise to.

"Captain"

There's salt in your eyes and sand in your hair, your skin is windburned and your knuckles are skinned, and your shirt is frayed at the cuffs, but there's no where else you'd rather be than at the bow of the ship. You're loosely gripping onto a rope, swaying as the breeze takes you somewhere far away and new, with the promise of adventure.

You look over your shoulder at him, standing proudly at the helm, natural and comfortable and in his element. He catches your eye and you grin, returning the little mock salute he sends your way before he mirrors your expression.

It's the way in which he tips his hat to you, holding the Captain's Cabin door open like a gentleman for a nightcap before turning in for the night, the colour that floods his cheeks when you kiss him briefly with a sigh. He removes the hat from his head with a slow reverence, and nestles it comfortably on your own.

Jester 💜

"Sweetie"

Puts on an old grandma type voice when she says this, patting you on the head or arm when she links hers with yours, her skirts flowing behind you. When she's conversing with the Traveler, she realises it's the only name he knows you by.

"Cutie"

She just has the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks and attack your face with flurries of affection. So she does, often in the presence of strangers without any shame.

She snuck up on you one day, freshly painted rouge lips at the ready. Before you could even comment on the lipstick, you were interrupted with smooches all across your chin, nose, forehead and mouth before she skipped away, cooing the name before you broke into a sprint after her.

"Cupcake"

There's an obvious theme here with tooth-rottingly sweet nicknames.

Whenever she partakes in the bakeries the Nein passes on their travels, you're often the one she drags along with her, oohing and ahhing at the muffin varieties and signature sweet recipes.

She shares every one she snacks on with you, offering a bite here, insisting you taste the frosting there, or keeping what's left for you in her pocket when you're busy somewhere else. She smears a bit on your nose, giggling with delight at your baffled expression.

Molly 💜

"Handsome"

Says it with a purr, a hand at your back when you least expect it. You can hear the smile in his voice, that shit-eating grin. Call him it back and his eyes light up, one of his sharper canines tugging into his bottom lip. His tail curls slightly, his fingers moving to tangle with your own.

"Darling"

Upon first meeting, he called many people both in and outside of his social circle this innocent nickname. But the closer he got to you, and the more the walls separating you began to crumble, it ended up being strictly assigned to you. In fact, many of his terms of endearment became reserved for you alone, often forgoing your real name and coming up with something else.

The tip of his nose is lightly pressed to your own. His hair is tangled, knotted where you thread your fingers through it, and his hands gently hold your waist. The only music to dance to is the distant thrum of the tavern downstairs, and his muttered lyrics of songs he didn't even know he knew. They're from another time, maybe one he'd rather forget.

"Angel" (x) (<- fic ref)

His body has lived through so much. He has been buried, crawled out from soil, found friends, fallen in love, fallen to his knees at the mercy of others, and now has woken up for the final time as Mollymauk Tealeaf, and will remain so for the rest of his days.

It's hard not to believe in some form of angel or personal valkyrie after the things he's endured, a lingering and comforting presence grounding him and helping him stand when he was bare, his tattooed flesh turned markless, and his thoughts confused.

He says it in the dark under the sheets when he dreams of you, when he takes his spot by your side at dinner, when you kiss his mouth and make his heart sing.

Nott/Veth 💜

"Treasure"

It's said in private, behind closed doors and when she's looking through the bits and bobs she's collected over the journey. She compares you to the shiny buttons and gemstones she keeps in her pockets, little riches she'll value above all else.

"Hottie"

There's bravado, a bit of holdness in her grin as she stares up at you, almost in a daze when you ask her what is she looking at. She sighs dreamily, resting her chin in her hands and acts like a swooning maiden.

Your face feels aflame when she gives your ass a playful smack before she charges into battle with her crossbow at the ready, but you settle for the encouragement with a laugh as you run after her.

"Peaches"

The best thing about being a travelling band of adventures is the vast lands and cities you come across and explore. There was one town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but farm land and fields of orchards - the origin of the nickname.

She's standing on your shoulders, hushing your worries as she swipes a couple of the juicy fruits from the branches overhead.

Of course, the moment you heard the farmer returning you bolted, holding her in your arms like a child. Back in town, she's feasting on the sweet fruit and holds up slices to your mouth, sharing the spoils with her partner (in crime).

Yasha 💜

"Goober"

Her face is flushed, and she's trying to not babble as you chuckle at her new attempt of a nickname. It ends up clumsy, childish, but so so endearing and you cannot help but reach up and kiss the tip of her nose and call her it back.

"My love"

A heart to heart moment, taking a long rest in a half burned down barn while it pours rain outside. The others are asleep and snoring, and she's a comforting, strong presence by the fire as the storm passes over you.

She's a bit nervous, agitated, hopeful that she's not reading into something that's not there. But when you take her hand in yours and lean into her toned arm, she lets out a sigh of relief, and perches her chin on the top of your head.

"Petal"

Soft and delicate, something she cherishes and keeps safe.

She's pressing flowers that you gave her into a new notebook, dating it and asking you to sign your name next to hers. Little things she wants to remember and to show her children, hold close to her heart and look after her long time spent wondering and wandering.

Her thumb brushes against your cheek, the setting sun's glare through the window highlighting your skin and the flora set to the side. The collection is forgotten the longer she looks at you.

Essek 💜

"Stranger"

It's reserved for after long periods of time spent apart, when you're wrapped up in his arms and cloak once more and he knows that you're safe. It's been too long, and a laugh is shared between you in a room with only a single candle to see.

"Heart"

He says it as a greeting when the Nein approach him, a simple flirtation when he addressed you for the first time, a hand on his chest in respect. You return the gesture, albeit mockingly, and it only sparks his curiosity further.

It soon developed to have a greater meaning as you got closer, combined with lingering looks and touches, a confessional letter you found in your pocket, and his attempt at remaining stoic when you confronted him about it later. You grip his collar, tugging him close and promise your affections already lie with him.

"Casanova"

It's classy, it's romantic, it's passionate~

He has your chin pinched between his fingers as you regard each other, huddled close in a quiet corner of the ballroom. His eyes are flicking to the side at your rejected suitors, but you bring his focus back to you with a purr of his name.

He calls you his smooth talker, the corners of his lips lifting into an all-knowing smirk. He leans in, suggesting a kiss, but intentionally moves past your lips and plants his own on your cheekbone instead. A tease. You'll get him back later.

Thanks for reading if you got this far, I hope you enjoyed 💜

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brenbrennn · 2 years

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ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Ask: Could you write headcannons for dating Caleb, Essek, Mollymauk, and Fjord? Authors Note : Yay my first critical role request!! , I can totally get that for you. Recently my writing motivation hasn't been the best so sorry that this took so long. I hope you enjoy it. (✿◠ᴗ◠) Warnings: Some cannon mix-ups on Esseks sections. Mainly because I haven't caught up to his whole introduction and so on. I tried to stay as canon as possible.Maybe (?) some spelling mistakes as well. °•. ✿ .•° You stumble upon a cushiony pink office chair. The back was shaped in a heart form, while cutouts of cartoonish hearts varying in size adorned the seat, behind it. Glancing around, you were gratefully confused by this random furniture piece you just encountered upon. As you look behind yourself, there's a-me. Before you can speak, I nudge you down into the chair. Hitting it with an off, you couldnt even realize when the articles of clothing you were wearing before poofed into something more festive with the spirit of love. “What even is this?”, you replied with slight confusion and panic in your tone. Trying to get up didnt seem to work as you were stuck to the chair. “Oh nothing, just wanted to make this a little special~!” That was all you heard, the response came off as very giddy and ready for what cute was going to come for you. Before you could even give in your thoughts, the office chair began to spin out. Your surroundings flipped as you started going down a tunnel, a sign sat crooked on top of it saying “ ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚ “ Last things you saw were that figure waving at you, a menacing laugh erupting the room. It bounced around the tunnel as you started to plummet down it, seemingly still harnessed to the chair. “I did not sign up for this!” After those words came out of your mouth from instinct, everything in your sight formed into white. °•. ✿ .•° ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Fjord ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧You and Fjord had this certain dynamic. It would always swap places, you were the one to dive in and he’d be the one to always reply with “NO DONT!” You two were always caring towards each other and supported one another through certain dilemmas, this all was totally platonic. Unless…? *maniacal giggle* ⪧ Be ready for that awkward fog to hang over you when feelings are acknowledged with this seaman! Haha, get it.. ⪧No serious, I imagine the confession very much comes to a later date. With how Fjord is, it is very much a slow burn type of situation. ⪧Though, everyone before thought something WAS going on. That suspicion did defiantly grow into a whole mutual agreement (you guys having major interests for each other) , that you and Fjord were not in on. ⪧After words are shared and you and Fjord finally opened up about it, be ready for the seas of affection. °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧Whenever there are restless nights, he’ll gently poke you awake and talk about what's brewing in his mind. If it's some random memory or a nightmare you’ll listen through it. ⪧Normally there have to be some buttons pushed to get him red in the face, but when he is it's a fucking show. It's so amusing to see him put his head in his hands when he gets the slightest flustered. Even as time passes, it still makes him weak in the knees whenever you call him a nickname laced with pure love. HE IS SUCH a dorky gentleman, your dork of a gentleman may I add. ⪧Will right away in any face of danger, or when you backed into a corner come in to get the upper hand and get you out of there. He loves you with every fiber in his body and will always be at your side. He’s not overbearingly protective but he still is. If someone seems to be giving you any cruel remarks or giving you trouble, he will right away flash his sword to show he means business ⪧At first, it was hard for him to explain why he was so quick to fall for you. He loves you, but that hit him all like falling debris once it got through to him. Truly though, he just loves you for you being yourself. How you’re so out there and ready to defend the ones you love. I mean that's a given but, it had drawn him so much to you. In his murky water view, you were that beacon of hope to help him through his trials. You are the wind to his sails, even with that sounding so cheesy.. his other half to say the least <3 ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Essek Thelyess ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧ Your first encounter with Essek.. OH HUBBA HUBBA! I mean, a striking wizard drow who is a studier of dunamancy. The warmness in your cheeks did definitely pitch up when making your first looks. ⪧Though if we are talking about how that was all like, he fell right after and even harder. How accepting you were, and even after the reveal you gave him a little bit of trust. You had genuine hope for him, and that pulled him right in. Especially with the tagging along of you after Caleb brought up requesting to be taught dunamancy spells by Essek. It seemed so interesting you HAD to learn more. ⪧He didnt realize it for a while but his glances would just suddenly turn longer, admiring how you were such a beauty. How your eyes would shimmer in the moonlight. Even how they would burst with a vibrant feel in the sun. How so trustworthy you were, even towards him. You always saw the good in people and were ready to welcome him with open arms once trust was regained. With welcoming arms. Oh god… he was far down the rabbit hole at this point °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧He will love you every second of your life. Especially if you’re not one to live as long as him. He will make sure to have every moment with you as tender and loving as possible. ⪧Whenever I think of a relationship with him, I think of Like Real People Do (the song.) He's so gentle and warm, always caring. Though he will get on you for your bullshit, he loves you for it. You’ll definitely bring that back around to him. ⪧Whatever tinkering with the gods was done supposedly, he is happy to have met you. You are like an old married couple as time goes on, I’m not joking. He’s ever so grateful that he was paired with you, he’s so graced to have been in a relationship with you. No matter the time it's spent. You both care for each other so much through and through. ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Mollymauk Tealeaf ╚══════════.✵.═╝ . ⪧Okay so, let's say you guys met once Mollymauk started to build himself up and found his name (figuratively and literally.) OOO OOO OOO, he got on your nerves. Mainly because of his whole aura so to speak. Charming, a trickster, AND the embodiment of a peacock?! You didnt know if your flustered attitude were from annoyance or genuine feelings. ⪧Time starts to pass and with that passage becomes a sort of playful rivalry. You started to loosen up around him. You would normally tag along with him whenever ripping off people in the towns the circus would hit. Seeing his little mischievous grin whenever the conning goes right, it's so much fun. Through the time you both made together, that feeling of unease melted away. He opened up your barriers and you got to see him in his true self. Or what that was coming to be. ⪧Some little flirting was sprinkled in here and there but other than that, nothing ever really grew from that until one night while on watch. ⪧The little fire roared, still kicking while you had Molly resting his head on your shoulder. You were right about to stare off into the stars, ready to head to sleep. Until you heard Molly speak up from beside you. ⪧”You know this may be the sleep-deprived state of my mind talking.. Probably not but, I think I’m in love with you.” He ended it off with a dazed chuckle. You had to take this into thought, in that moment you felt a wave wash over you. Noticing all the times he’s peppered little hints of his attraction towards you throughout your interactions. ⪧You felt so idiotic about how oblivious you were, but he was good at keeping the meanings hidden. At least to you. Gently you nudged into him with a sleepy smile, your cheeks totally warm. “You know what Tealeaf? The feelings are mutual.” °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.°

⪧He is a very affectionate person, and he shows that as well in small ways. Could be through rapping his tail around your waist gently, cheekily leaning on you. Especially if you're okay with that he’ll use you as an armrest. It's really no matter your height. He likes being close to you ‹𝟹 ⪧Him and nicknames for you oh my god. It’ll vary from lovely, dove, to gorgeous, stars. Sometimes he will try to catch you off guard and will make up ones on the spot. It’ll either end with you giggling about the nickname's random nature or have your head in your hands flustered. ESPECIALLY, when he speaks it in a certain tone. He knows what it does to you, it's all purry and suave. He loves seeing you get all choked up and all giddy. You try to conceal it as much as you cannn! But it's HARD, really hard. ⪧I can see this is his first-ever big relationship. With how much he loves you, similar to Essek he will cherish you and your bond forever. He doesn't know if he’s gonna make it the next day, so he’s not gonna miss out on anything. He loves everything about you, even the small attributes.

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critical-roll-fanfics · 1 year

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Stars (Fjord x Fem! reader)

"Come on Fjord," she says, grabbing his hand trying to pull him out of the tavern.

"Hold on sweet cheeks." He says, a smile playing on his lips, looking down at her small form.

"But you promised you would come with me to go look at the stars." She complains. Giggling Fjord turns back to Caleb and continues his conversation. Y/N sits down on the chair beside her, huffing as she does so, earning a side eye from Caleb.

After a few boring minutes Caleb walks toward the stairs and Fjord turns to the impatient women. "I'm ready now love." She shoots out of her chair at the news. She grabs his hand and procceds to pull the half-orc out of the tavern and into the streets of the town.

"Close your eyes love, I think I have the perfect place to take you." He looks at her as he says this, making sure she closes her eyes. As she does he moves behind her and grabs her shoulders, to move her through the streets without tripping.

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After moving his girlfriend through the streets, Fjord and Y/n end up at a beautiful sea over look. "Ok, open." She opens her eyes, taking in the scene before her. The deep blue sea, foam lining the beach. The sand white and glissening from the moon light. Y/N looks over the sight and turns to Fjord putting her hands over her chest.

"Oh Fjord, I love it." She says going in for a hug, drawing a deep chuckle from the half-orc. His arms wrapping around her.

"I knew you would love." He kisses the top of her head resting his chin on her hair. She pulls away from his grasp, sitting on the sand.

"Thank you." She looks up at him, giving him the biggest smile. He smiles back.

She pulls out her sketch book as Fjord takes his shoes and socks off, rolling up his pants to go wade in the water. "What are you drawin?" Fjord asks from the water.

"The constilations." Y/N looks up from her sketchbook at Fjord as she talks to him, giving him a smile. He turns around to watch the waves and she goes back to sketching the stars.

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What seems like hours until Y/N is done sketching. She puts her sketch book back in her bag then goes to join Fjord.

He is taken aback when he feels her wrap her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his back, inbetween his shoulder blades.

"Hello love." His deep voice cuts through the silence.

She hushes him," Just enjoy this."

#fjord x reader #critical roll

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english-professor-wraith · 1 year

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Fictober 2022: Day 15

(Yes, it's no longer October. Yes, I'm writing these out of order. At this point its less of a challenge and more of a prompt list.)

*Gods* it’s been a horrid day. You wish you could just fall asleep, but your nose won’t stop running and your head is pounding from crying so much. The light is off and the sun has long since set, but you don’t need to see yourself to know that you’re probably a puffy mess right now. Tissues cover the top of your nightstand, and a couple have fallen to the floor but you can’t bring yourself to care. Pulling the blanket over your head, you try to quiet every sense to maybe get some sleep.

It fails, of course- you’re been trying to fall asleep for an hour and you haven't even gotten close. This time, however, it’s because of the unexpected sound of the front door opening. Before you can even worry though, you hear your boyfriend Fjord’s voice.

“Hey love, it’s just me”

For some reason, this just sends you into a fresh flood of tears, muffled beneath the covers that are still pulled up around your face. You hear Fjord walking towards your room but you can’t bring yourself to really even care. The door opens quietly and Fjord leans in to find you.

“Oh, darling”

His voice is rich but quiet, the soft words only adding to the tide of saltwater that you could never hope to stem. He walks toward the side of your bed, kneeling when he reaches it, and leans in closer to you. His hands- a little cooler than yours, since you’ve been tucked under the blanket so long- clasp yours, squeezing gently.

“I know words aren’t terribly effective right now, but I love you. I know how strong you are. Tomorrow will be a better day.”

With this, he brings your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“As for right now, however: I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

With this, he pushes his arms beneath you, his hands curling securely on the other side of your body. He stands, lifting you from your bed in a rush of movement. You squeak a little in surprise, and he looks down at you with a huge grin.

“We’re going on a little outing.”You stammer, trying to drag some words together to reply, but can hardly manage to stutter out some words about your clothes before he replies.

“I knew you’d worry about that, and that’s why we’re going to a private spot. Not a single person will see you except me and well- it’s a little late to avoid that now.” He chuckles with the last phrase, and the vibrations of his warm chest as he has you held against him soothe you almost as much as the words themselves.

The two of you exit your bedroom, heading towards the front door. Your blanket is still draped over you, and he takes care to pick up any trailing edges to make sure they don’t get dirty as he carries you. As he walks towards the front door, he glances at the front door’s knob with concern, as both his hands are quite occupied now. Before he can try any crazy plan (as you know he loves to do), you reach out from your little cocoon and stretch your hand towards the knob. He steps close enough for you to grasp and turn it, and the two of you step into the warm night, the moonlight just bright enough that you can see as Fjord turns around to let you pull the door shut behind you.*

“Hey darling- this teamwork is a genius idea and there’s one more step here. Can you reach my front pocket? The car keys are in there.” You reach into the pocket he indicated, finding the keys easily, and pull them out to unlock the car. You pull open this door too, and Fjord carefully sets you into your seat, arranging the blanket around you so that it’s still warm but you can reach to put on your seatbelt easily. He jogs around to the other side of the car after closing your door, then slides easily into his seat as you hold out the keys for him.

“Thank you, love”. He starts the car and pulls on his seatbelt as the engine warms up. Pulling out of the driveway, he heads in a familiar direction– towards the ocean. You give a content little hum, and you can see a smile spread softly across his face.

As the two of you get within a couple miles of the water, however, he turns down an unexpected street and you look over at him, confused.

“New spot I found. I think you’re going to love it.”

You accept this response silently, gazing out the window at the new route. The street eventually stops, giving way to sand, and Fjord pulls off to park on the shoulder. He grins over at you once the car has stopped, then quickly instructs you to stay in the car for a minute. He practically leaps from the car, running to open the trunk and pull out a bundle, indistinct from the reflection in your rearview mirror. He heads towards a pile of boulders that sit at the base of the cliff blocking you from the rest of the beach, then somehow…walks into them? You watched him the whole way, but there was no signal to tell you what had happened. You look down at your phone to check the time and tell yourself that if he hasn’t reappeared in two minutes, you’re going after him.

Luckily, no such rash actions are taken since he walks back to the car within a minute. He opens your door, his hand held out for you to grab for balance as you step out. You’ve already shoved your blankets off, pushing them halfway into the driver's seat to deal with later. The breeze rustles through your hair as you stand, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the salty air. Fjord’s fingers, still on your hand, interlace with yours as you open your eyes to look over at him. The grin he had before getting out of the car is still there, and he steps towards the stones. You follow him, curious about both his method of disappearance and the ‘new spot’ he had mentioned.

He steps to the side and gestures, seemingly at a solid wall of stone. As he does, however, his fingers brush through the image, revealing it to be an illusion. You step forward at his gesture, passing through the magic onto a hidden beach. Fjord follows closely behind you, watching your face as you react to this beautiful, private space. A blanket lays on the sand, far enough from the waves to stay dry, and he leads you towards it and lays down, looking up at the stars with a relaxed sigh. Laying down next to him, you rest your head on his arm and cuddle in to his warmth, staring up at the same constellations above.

The waves rush against the sand and the sound mingles with Fjord’s breath, filling your ears. Fjord’s arm is firm and warm beneath your head, and the warm air fills your lungs as you finally take a deep, relaxed breath.

*It’s one of those that locks automatically and Fjord has his set of keys in his pocket, don’t worry.

#wraith's fics #fictober 2022 #fanfic #romance #fjord stone #soft #critfictober #critical role c2 #fjord x reader

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s0apmactav1sh · 2 months

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Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

#fjords rambles #call of duty #price imagine #male reader #king price #knight reader #price x male reader #part 2 of ??#goodnight #i need to sleep

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escape-from-reality-reads · 5 months

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Armored

The start of a fic set in regards to a conversation that happened between my partner and me in regards to Tieflings using their tails for various things.

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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You were staring. You knew it. Molly knew it. Everyone knew it and it was starting to get weird.

It wasn’t the first time Molly had been stared at, being part of a carnival for a while, but the Nein were a bit more cautious about where they looked so as to not garner unwanted attention. Yet here you were; deep in thought, unmoving, and staring at his tail. At first he thought you were just staring into space so he started moving the appendage back and forth to be sure, only to have your eyes follow its every move.

Glancing towards the rest of the crew with a smirk he lifts his tail to eye height, your eyes faithfully following.

“Glad you were able to find my eyes darling.”

“Why don’t you use your tail as a whip?”

He freezes at the random sentence. “I — What?”

You finally focus on his face. “Your tail. Why don’t you use it as a whip? I’ve seen both you and Jester lash your tails fairly quickly and it's about the width of my whip.” You place your bullwhip on the table, unwrapping part of it.

Jester was the first to recover “That would hurt tho.”

You look over. “Not if you wrap or braid it with leather or something. You’d essentially be making a new piece of armor that protects your tail. Plus you could probably find a blacksmith and get a piece of metal that you could place over the end that would be sharper to help deal damage.”

“Almost like a stinger on a wasp.” Yasha responds, entering the conversation. “You could grapple with your arms and wrap around with your tail.”

“Even without wrapping I feel like it wouldn’t be too different from clotheslining someone with an arm.” Beau leans forward, now entrenched in the idea.

You nod. “It would probably hurt more than that, considering that the amount of contact would be smaller.”

“We could even get different things to attach to the end!” Jester states, pulling out her sketchbook and scribbling down some ideas while muttering to herself.

Molly, finally snapping out of it, leans forward onto the table. “Your brain never ceases to amaze darling. Where did this come from?”

You stare at him in confusion, slowly raising the bullwhip from the table. “You have something attached to your ass that looks like a shorter version of my main weapon of choice. I have seen you actively move it however you want. Why are you so surprised I asked this question?”

Beau laughs. “Molly they say the most out of pocket shit that I have ever heard. You can’t be surprised by this. Between the threats of shaving people bald, wanting to make mimics their pet, and responding to things with random noises that make no sense, I'm just happy there’s some logic in this one.”

Fjord, Caleb, and Nott sit down with new drinks, Nott speaking up first. “We making fun of Y/N and their mannerisms?” Jester jumps in, quickly explaining the small conversation that had happened while they were away, leaving you able to lean over to Molly.

“You know, I could just braid a fabric around your tail for fun.”

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?”

“Wrap it up, put some charms on the fabric. Could even do so as to match the rest of your attire. Doesn’t have to be a defensive thing.”

Molly smirks. “Was this just a long con to be able to play with my tail darling? You know all you need to do is ask.”

You shrug with a smile, a glint in your eye that Molly quite enjoys. “But now Jester has an option to use to get alone time with a certain green someone.”

Molly barks a laugh “Oh you clever little thing you.” All you respond with is an eyebrow wiggle as you drink your ale.

#story #mighty nein #mollymauk tealeaf #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #fjord stone #caleb widogast #nott the brave #mighty nein x reader #mollymauk x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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Headcanons of Essek, Caleb, Molly, and Fjord with touch starved s/o please?

Touch Starved S/O

Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 2

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Fjord, Mollymauk Tealeaf

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!!

Caleb

With all the things Caleb has gone through, he's pretty touch starved too. But he's also awkward and doesn't know how to express physical affection without seeming a bit weird about it.

Caleb tries to remember how things had been when he was with Astrid and Wulf to hopefully ease you into hand holding or something.

So it'll be a bit of a learning curve for you both. Thankfully he's very patient, especially when it comes to you.

Fjord

He's pretty shy when it comes to touching, but with you being so touch starved, he'll try to help you out.

Doesn't want to overwhelm you so he's asking permission for everything. He's not touching you unless you give consent.

Fjord apologizes if he ever brushes against you. It feels nice for him, but again he wants you to be comfortable so even if it's an accident, he's going to apologize.

Essek

Essek is more sly with his touches. He'll brush his hand against yours or go to remove something that got on your clothes, but that's about it.

He doesn't want to overwhelm you, so it really is gentle touches from him. It could be seen as teasing, but that's not his intent - at least, not every time.

You'd have to ask him for cuddles and even then he might have to take time out of his schedule of messing with magic. But he'll do it for you.

Molly

He tries to be more gentle at finding out that you're touch starved. Molly likes to throw his arms around people to hold them close, but he doesn't want to overstimulate you.

There have been moments when he just wants to throw himself on you, but stops himself at the last moment. It's caused some interesting balancing issues and him apologizing if he does fall against you.

That said, he is happy to hold you and cuddle if you give him the go ahead. As long as he has permission, he'll gladly smother you in affection.

#critical role x reader #caleb widogast x reader #fjord x reader #essek thelyss x reader #mollymauk tealeaf x reader #essek x reader #mollymauk x reader

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failedskillcheck · 2 years

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Change with the Tides (Part 7)

You felt cold stone before you had even opened your eyes. When you opened them, your hands were bound and a gag covered your mouth.

Jester and Fjord were huddled together in a corner, chained and gagged. Yasha was nowhere to be seen.

As you shuffled toward the two, you became all too aware of the tiefling body you were in, although the clothes were still yours. You closed your eyes and tried to drop the form, but no change was happening, and the weight of horns still drove into your head.

A muffled voice came from the corner, and you looked over to Jester staring at you. She tries to speak through the gag again, and you know whose name she’s saying.

You shook your head, still trying to shift as the tears started streaming down your face.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to rip Lorenzo limb from limb.

The door opened, and a quick pull on your chains had you rolling towards Lorenzo. When you were at his feet, trying to sit up with your hands behind you, he lifted you by the collar of your shirt, his mouth mere inches from your face.

“Shift.” he whispered, spit hitting your face. When you didn’t immediately complete his demand, he gripped your shirt tighter, punching you hard in the stomach, winding you. As you hunched in the air, he dropped you.

Your knees gave out as you hit the stone, still attempting to catch your breath when a boot came flying towards you. Lorenzo’s foot hit you right in the nose, and you reeled back.

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix you.” He smirked, grabbing your chain and dragging you out of the cell, Fjord now awake and shouting through his gag beside Jester.

Beat to shit, you’re returned to the cell, a swollen eye and cuts all over you, bruises on your arms and neck.

It’s almost impossible for you to stay awake, you're just curled against the wall you were thrown at.

Maybe a day or so later of you, Fjord, and Jester all slipping in and out of consciousness, you hear a collection of loud crashes beyond the cell. The unmistakable sound of Caleb’s heavy accent and Beau’s shouting fills you with hope.

Once the crashes subside, you listen through the silence, unable to move as the door creaks open, waking up Fjord and Jester.

The tiny, unmistakable form of Nott is standing in the doorway. The goblin smirked in the doorway.

“Case closed.”

Nott works quickly to unbind Jester, then moves to help you while Jester undoes Fjord's chains.

As you all leave the cell behind, you try once again to shift. A firbolg, tall and pink hair, looks at you quietly. You see Beau drag an unconscious, but healed, Yasha from a separate cell.

Caleb and Beau both freeze when they see you.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jester says, a hint of panic in her voice.

Beau, Nott and Caleb all look at you.

“Jester.” You start saying, taking a very slow step towards her, your voice your own, rough and scratchy but still yours. “I’m sorry.”

The thought seemed to click in her head. Her hands covered her face as tears pooled in her eyes .”Where’s Molly?” Her voice broke.

“He didn’t make it.” Beau said, talking gentler than you’ve ever heard.

“Was it when we heard you guys? In the caravan? I heard you call for Molly!” Full tears streamed down Jester's face. You tried to shift again. To make your appearance anything but Mollymauk.

“He tried his best.” Nott said, barely louder than a whisper, “He got right in Lorenzo’s face. He just wasn’t strong enough.”

“We got cocky, and underestimated our enemies.” Beau again, still looking at you. Her eyes had been on you since you emerged from the cell. “Y/N, for fucks sake shift into someone else.”

You flinched at the anger in her voice, and while you tried to think of how to explain what was happening, Fjord spoke for you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t think they can at the moment. Lorenzo was trying to make them shift.” He touched his own broken nose, “Was kind of pissed they couldn’t actually. It’s probably the only reason Y/N is still here, Beau.”

“Let’s just get out of this dungeon. These assholes have to have something expensive we can sell.” Beau said, and others followed.

You watched them walk up the stairs, Jester and Fjord helping each other walk.

Caleb was the last person in the line. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned to you, holding a hand out, one foot on the bottom step. “Come on, Y/N, we’ll figure it out together.”

And you took a few steps, reaching toward Caleb, and the wizard helped you up the stairs as much as he could.

Unknown to you and Caleb, the purple of your skin faded lightly.

#mighty nein x reader #mighty nein #jester lavorre #fjord stone #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #nott the brave #Change With The Tides #fanfiction #Critical role #critical role x reader

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