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brenbrennn · 1 year

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♡ ·˚꒰𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮˚ˑ༄

{❥} Pairing: Dorian Storm x (gender-neutral!!) reader , Orym of the Air Ashari x (gender-neutral!!) reader {❥} Summary: The night of the ball was hectic if you wanted to sum it down in the best.. condensed way. With your group's go-to job finished, the night really had only begun. What rips you out of your haze of adrenaline was one of your closest friends breaking off from the group. Dorian announces his leave and you can't help but feel your walls breaking. Finally, as you were getting now just used to this group, your friend was embarking off. Somehow, some way the warm and affirming holding of hands by your klepto faun companion Fearne can not reel you out of the sudden pit in your chest. Taking a deep breath in, something clicks at the worst time possible.

{❥} Authors Note: Sooo uh life update, my water is all fucked up! Literally, there's a blockage by my kitchen sink (I tink) .. so that's fun. I decided to celebrate me finally getting up to episode 14 of 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 by writing this. We'll forever miss you Dorian<3 , love that air genasi sm. Alsoooo - this is a rewrite of an earlier blurb!! Right here is the link to it if you'd like to read the original piece.

{❥} CWS (Content Warnings): I really dont think there is any sort of warnings for this (ONE is that its semi proofread so there may be spelling mistakes) ... except the fact that it may be spoilers for episode 14 of Bell's Hells? This is just a small one for anyone who isn't totally caught like... me LOL. But uh yeah - other than that I think that's really it! If there's anymore I should add to the warnings, please let me know. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ・ Your group's job for Eshteross was at first.. simple. Easy he said! , this would help your group keep a constant tracker on a madman! Though if you were going to be entirely honest, this job was never going to be easy. None of you really could expect how the night would take a hard turn. ・ The entire mission was its whole win and disaster all in one, and it didn't help that the guard clearly knew of you and your group's physical descriptions and so on. But for now, that wasn't the main focus, what WAS the main focus was getting back to Eshteross manor.

・ As you all regrouped back at the home of Ariks Eshteross, the air was pretty stale. Ashton had their shit absolutely kicked in, again - the guard had somewhat knowledge of the descriptions of the "Bells Hellions", coming to the conclusion that every one of you was entirely worn out.

・ The air relaxes a bit as Dorian shows off his now less invisible brother. The poor guy had one hell of a night, and even with his mistakes before he clearly meant no harm. Your eyes glanced over as you saw Dorian tense at the mention of the Green Seekers trying to put the blame for the tower robbery on Cyrus. Letting out a weak but frustrated - "They think he's me."

・ Cyrus explains himself a little bit more, talking about how he was mostly in the dark with all of Emoths business. Eshteross snaps his cane down to the hardwood floor grounding and brings up a solution. Smuggiling Cyrus out of the area, at least out of Marquet with the use of his skyship. ・ As He brings up how the Green Seekers, Paragons Call, and all of the.. less friendly aquatics would be looking for a specific look of a person. Laudna immediately catches on as you as well notice the large and stoic half-orcs eyes somewhat narrow at Dorian. With Laudna pointing this out you, Fearne, and Orym speak up. -> "Yeah! I don't think we should be jumping the gun with Cyru-"

・ Eshteross .. sadly brings up another good enough point. Even though Cyrus didn't look like someone with any true cruel intentions, he even admitted he wasn't good at the whole art of crimeing. Eshteross began to somewhat poke at him with the fact that Cyrus couldn't possibly figure out a way to get out of Jrusar, especially on his own. Even keep a low profile at that. ・ Dorian replies out of the blue, saying he would join in with the smuggling of both him and his brother out of the city. Everyone tries to bring up a hypothetical solution. Ranging from changing appearances to paying off Cyrus's frustrating bounty, even to gaining new identities (courtesy of you.) But by the somber air Genasi's look, he had clearly made up his decision.

・ Eshteross commends you and your group, saying that you all in the end succeeded. Commenting about the fact that your group was one of a kind by his judgment with your group's drive to survive. Leaving you all to go deal with the paperwork, you all talked out your differences about this new decision. ・ For you, you couldn't help but feel like your heart was crinkling up like a worn piece of parchment. Dorian leaving?? , what the fuck?? It wasn't like you didn't understand why he was leaving. Family comes first before everything. He didn't even stop to mention that your group was like family. But something was tugging at you , why of all of the days did this had to happen? Why the fuck couldn't you be more upfront? ・ Ever since your adventures started with originally the Crowns Keepers, you always had a sort of admiration for Dorian. Even if he could be a little bit of a clutz, he had that eloquence to him. He may be a little bit awkward but he paid up for that in his caring remarks. One way or another always looking for ways to brighten up a crowd or bring any sort of form of performance into the mix. That was only just the start of your rabbit hole. ・ Before you always pushed off telling him about it, talking about how one day you'll lose track of each other and forget about one another. But Dorian was nothing close to forgettable. Your mind tricked you, and you immediately fell head over heels for the charming air genasi. Fearne could see you slowly start to spiral, inching her hand closer to yours as a way to calm you. ・ You gave her a look of hurt, she shared that same resemblance. Your eyes were filled with a sort of betrayal but one not of a softer blow. This was for the best, and Cyrus was of his flesh and blood. But you couldn't really just blurt out an "I LOVE YOU!" in the middle of your and your friend's pity circle. Besides that, you couldn't really just leave.

・ You couldn't lie to yourself, you did miss your friends from before. Dariax and his loveable air-head personality, Opal and her sporadic but thrilling move of action. Fy'rai of course with her leader, headstrong demeanor. Those were your people but now... Bells Hells are as well. You had fallen for all of their quirks and downsides, seeing that there was (similar to Eshteross) something valuable within this group. ・ Not to mention that Orym and Fearne were still staying, those two were basically your ride or die. You counted all your friends as that, but at a point in time it was just you and your spoon huddle. Now with one of you leaving, it hurt just a little bit. You felt Fearne gently graze your knuckles with her decrepit hand, giving you a pitiful smile. She very much could feel how this was a hard time for you, especially Orym.

・ Not too long ago you could tell the halfling shared your similar thoughts on Dorian. Honestly, who wouldn't be so in love with this gracious being! In a way you wanted to push Orym to say something, but you could tell he had some baggage in the feelings department. Though he could also pretty much tell what was wrong with you by that continuous stare you had.

・ Though in regular Dorian fashion, you all gathered around for a somewhat more upbeat round of wine. Sitting with one another and toasting to your newfound group along for toasting some more for a safe passage, no one really left out dealing sass (well deserved) to Cyrus. He may have no real malicious intent in his body, he was also... a little bit dumb, but hey- for some that's attractive.

・ You all share drinks, stories, and some sort of combination of laughter and bitter-sweet words with one another. Your closing off a certain chapter with the way a majority of you met, it was a touching sight to see. Even if Cyrus was keeping more to himself with this environment, he'd put in his input which made you smile in a sort of warmness that could only be defined as friendly. Your spoon formation lamented over the fact that it would be one less spoon in the mix. ・ With songs sung and the sharing of some aggressive Pate and Bertrand plushie smooches, it was time for Dorian to leave. Though you and the others didn't stop at mentioning to Dorian to call through the sending stone if needed. Making sure to drive home yours and Orym's words that Dorian was farthest from a burden and that all of the evidence they needed was clear to everyone. ・ As Dorian starts to make his way out with Cyrus, and Eshteross leading them to the now pulled-up carriage, you stop him for just a moment for one more final ... "tah tah" for now. You remembered a certain sun brooch that always rested on your person and unclasped it off of you. Dorian gave you an interested look before noticing you putting it on him, you took a deep breath in. Your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery as can be. "Dont you ever fucking forget you have allies with us, you hear me?" You say while trying to sound as serious as you can without breaking down into a mess of tears. He chuckled at this, looking at you with a compassionate glance. "I could never forget about my family here, not any last one of you. I could never lie about how you all mean to me, especially you." He says, the last part a little more hushed.

・ You couldn't help but smile, even if a little cracked, and gently grace your hands over the now pinned brooch. He gave you one final smile as well and gently placed a kiss on your cheek before sharing with you a quick but firm hug. You walked back to the others as you watched Dorian walk out with Cyrus and head right over to the carriage.

・ Testing out the sending stone was Fearne, acting like a frantic mother, until Orym took it away trying to quell her nerves, your face couldn't help but keep on smiling. You knew Dorian was always a person of keeping promises, and by how random the act of fate was your paths would always cross sometime soon. At least that's what you hoped but time would only tell.

・ You all watched them ride off, as well as catching a look at some thieving child stealing the once floating wooden airship. That was those interrupted as Eshteross closed the front doors of the manor, taking a turn back to everyone else. You all were a little skeptical if Eshteross was a little mad, but surprisingly (the dwindling adrenaline playing with your worries) he wasn't at all.

・ He decided to do the reassurance, by reminding you all about how you were his problem solvers of that night. Even if your ways were somewhat a little bit messy, your group got shit done. Though he had a point, everyone was worn out and pretty fucking tired, it was time to head to bed.

・ Which is what you all did as Eshteross gave each and every one of you rooms to sleep in for the night. You couldn't help but take some time to pace around anxiously, what if something happens on the way to Emon, what if they- until your walking stops by the sudden rhythmic knock. Walking up to the door.. it was Orym. You had decided to take your own room to cool down so this was a surprise.

・ This all led to a long and winded talk, away from all of the others. The main subject? , was, of course, Dorian. No bad words were shared, though Orym bared his soul to you about what he was feeling about the sudden departure. You did the same and a new , pure respect was seemingly gained between the two of you. Maybe being in the same boat wasn't so bad. ・ You bidded him a "goodnight" and watched as he headed back to his and Fearnes shared room. You let out a content sigh before turning back to your mostly dusty bed, but that was the least of your worries. All you wanted to do was wrangle your frantic thought process to hold and get some well-deserved rest, maybe even rest up old wounds when you're at it.

・ Turning over to the nearest wall, focusing in on it, you finally let sleep take over you and your mind. Your last thoughts were on Dorian and what work would be approached about the next day, then again all you needed to do was play the waiting game as is. Though you wouldn't hate that, with those final thoughts you finally let sleep FULLY consume your consciousness. Tomorrow was going to be good, you just knew it.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hey Poet, it's been awhile college's been crazy for me but I'm always so excited to request headcanons from my fav writer! I was wondering if I could request Laudna, Ashton, and Orym where they are at a festival with their normally reserved S/O who once they hear a certain song start gets all giddy and excited and drags their partner out to dance with them. It just seems like such a cute mental image just the music playing with lantern light in the background. These guys just falling deeper and deeper in love with their S/O seeing this more playful side of them. Do the characters join in? Are they good at dancing at all? I just wanted to share the brain rot I have and maybe inspire you. I hope your doing well and having a good day/night.

Good luck with college darling, thank you for supporting my work! ❤️ A very cute scenario indeed <3

~ Poet

Dragged Into a Dance By Their Partner

Ashton 💙

Digs their shoes into the ground in an attempt to stay put where they are when you take them by the elbow and point at the festivities ahead. Ashton isn't really a dancer - he's more of a drink until the music sounds good enough to dance type of guy lol. There's a grimace on his face, glancing at the rest of Bell's Hells in search of judgy looks (especially Chetney with his dirty grin) because this is definitely not their scene, but ultimately decides "fuck this, and fuck you all. I'm gonna have some fun" and runs after you.

It's not elegant when you finally have them in your arms and swaying to the local band performing, but it's fun and easy, lazy spins and stepping on each other's toes - both accidentally and intentionally - and it's perfect all the same. They've relaxed a bit, but insists on only dancing with you and you alone, not comfortable enough to join in a group dance.

Surprisingly okay at slow dancing. It's less about technique and more about just being in the moment, which is what Ashton excels at. Whispers gossip and snarky comments about the party members keeping an eye on you both, peeking at them over your shoulder and flipping them off with a laugh as you playfully scold him.

Laudna 💙

The festival's atmosphere is infectious, so lively and hopeful that she's clinging to your arm in pure excitement, pointing out firework displays overhead and craft stalls scattered around. When you approach the town square and begin to hear music, Laudna's grip on you tightens and she pulls you forward.

Soon enough, she's right there in the fray of dancers with you. Smiling with unfiltered joy as she's effortlessly spun from dancer to dancer before returning to sanctuary in your arms. Whenever you meet again, she briefly kisses the apple of your cheek, able to feel her smile against your skin. She lingers longer every time until she can't stand being separated any further.

Knows a little bit of ballroom dancing that might come in handy on the dance floor - a little bit of the foxtrot, a little bit of the waltz. More than happy for you to follow her lead if you're not familiar with the steps, eyes lighting up when you get something right or even stumble a little before trying again. It feels good, normal even, to share this moment with you.

Orym 💙

Don't think he doesn't see you begin to bop you head and tap your foot idly while he and you wait in line for some candied fruits. He pretends not to notice, a fond smile growing on his face as he counts his coppers and purchases the treats. After a while, he reminds you that this is a celebration and that you're allowed to go off and have fun.

He's happy to stand watch at the sidelines while you get swept away by the festivities, a little wary of himself being stepped on if he joined you in the group dance. You spin and skip between strangers, laughing as each one holds you gently or is held gently in your own arms, and it's so carefree and fast paced that Orym's smile begins to make his cheeks ache.

Nods and accepts your offered hand when you sidle up to him, and you both try to accommodate the height difference. Depending on the song, he's standing on your toes while you hold hands, or you might just scoop him up to hold him close and sway slowly and softly. His ear is pressed to your chest, your heartbeat just as rhythmic and lovely as the music surrounding you both.

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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

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hello hello! First time request but been enjoying your fics for a while now 🥰 F

For the Winter list, may I request Orym or Dorian of Bells Hells with #3. Mistletoe? I’m thinking a meet cute at a winter party or tavern and a first kiss, all fluff 😊

Fluff and perhaps a little cheesy but perfectly Orym I hope. Enjoy! Ps I might do Dorian later because I already have this concept living in my head rent free now. 😘

Orym is someone who loves easily. His friends he regards his closest; his family and he’d go to any lengths for them. Trusting them, that’s another story of course. He’ll trust them with his life but he would not trust them with a barbed crown for example, or a glimpse into a treasury with an empty promise they won’t take anything. Orym supposes that’s what family is all about. He loves easily, but he does not fall in love as easy. Not after everything. He’s held that kind of love at bay, closed himself off for it, if not out of preservation of memory he holds so dear, then for self preservation. He simply considers himself unable to move on yet, even if he know that significant part of his life would have told him not to dwindle on that past. He deserves happiness. Orym is happy. He really is. Look at him now; surrounded by the people he cares about, having a good time, watching them sing and dance, and drink, laughing at the odd joke or stupidity going around. It’s perfect. But then he sees you, watches how you laugh as Fearne accidentally drops your coin pouch on the table and sheepishly goes ‘oops where did that come from’. He finds himself smiling the way he smiled at him and then his heart feels heavy, when it was so light in just that moment, like the weight of the world wasn’t on his shoulders and instead he was floating through the sky. But then the dark clouds in his skies clear. He looks up to see the sun, feels its rays warm his skin and he realises he’s not felt that in a long time. Like he only now realises he had forgotten how cold it truly got without that brightness. That voice that sounds so familiar, the one no matter what he will alway carry with him, tells him to bask in it, as if giving permission.

He looks to his side as you have a hand pressed to your chest as you try to even out your breathing and wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks from laughter at the latest antics. Orym doesn’t even realise he missed whatever happened because the others seem to very much share your expression. He tugs on your sleeve, calling your attention to him and you instantly do, your eyes filled with warmth and kindness and comfort and all the things he’s been denying himself of because he felt like he shouldn’t be ready to allow that into his heart just yet. He’s seen it in your eyes from the very first meeting, he knows he shared that look to; like something that was simply meant to be from the moment he met you and he was stupid to deny it. You walked into his life for a reason, and he in yours. You both have your own stories; chapters past but maybe you can write some chapters together in the future?

“Yes, Orym?” You smile as he offers you the remainder of his drink, yours already empty. Gratefully you take it and thank him. You drink the contents and you sigh in relief. You needed that. Leave it to the halfling to always know exactly what you need when you need it and also be the one to offer it to you freely. Every time he does, you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Every time he offers you a smile, you find yourself smiling back. You come to his defence when someone brings his character in question. You listen to him, value his opinion and expertise and when it comes to an argument or vote you feel good sticking by his side when he is right, or reasonably explain when you’re not and why. He respects your opinion, recognises your skills and expertises and holds them in the highest regards. He’s confided in you in ways he has not with anyone else. He’s asked for comfort when he need it and felt safe doing so; always asked for your permission and took into consideration your wellbeing.

You also know Orym’s struggles. Even if you’ve never come close to feeling what he felt, what he’s gone through and still going through, you understand and you can offer compassion, not because of some lingering feelings but because you care about him first and foremost. Your first meeting, there was just something that had your heart leap, that made you feel things that left you longing for his affection. You found yourself always gravitating towards him to the point where you had to argue with your heart. In whatever romances you’d heard about, or read, the ones from the stories always signal that a story starting out like that the two souls are meant to be but that’s just fiction. Real life is far more complicated and you value the people before you would ever even consider the fantasy. Orym is Orym and he is your amazing friend. Your heart will be open to him of course and you think he knows it too, especially now with how he looks at you.

“I’m going to get some air.” He leans into you so you can better hear him over the noise of the others, of the busy tavern. It’s as much an invitation as it is a simple statement.

“I’ll come join you.” Orym smiles at you when you offer your hand and he hops from the chair, you following behind, fishing back the coin pouch Fearne yet again had set her sights upon. She pouts so you toss her some coins before you leave. Obviously you don’t know she managed to steal something else of your person while you got up.

And so you and Orym find ourselves pushing through the crowd to the exit until you breathe in the cold night’s air. You might be in Marquet but temperatures still drop significantly at night, especially in the winter. The cold air is a relief either way though it takes a second to adjust. You spot a bench in the square under a tree. He notices too and shares your thought. The two of you sit down there. You pull your cloak a little closer around yourself to keep the cool air at bay.

“So how much trouble do you reckon they’ll be in by the time we return?” You joke. Orym snorts a laugh and shakes his head.

“My money’s on a full blown bar fight.” He smiles and you reply in a chuckle. This is the easygoing nature he mentioned before. Life seems significantly easier when you’re around. He feels like he can breathe again when he’s with you. With the warmth your presence exerts for him, he doesn’t even feel the cutting cold on his bare arms. He didn’t realise he was shivering until you got up, took off your cloak and sat back down again to drape it across the both of you. Not when he felt his arm against yours did he realise he was freezing, and now he instantly warms up, pulling the end of the cloak you placed around him closer. In the palm of your hand you produce a small flame and hold it close between the two of you. The glow bounces off your features; relaxed and smiling.

“You’re a bit out of it, aren’t you?” It’s a simple question but the way you ask it, implies you don’t expect an answer or elaboration. You don’t demand anything. You’ll be grateful for anything he gives, equally as you’ll be grateful for his honestly in silence. That’s what makes you so wonderful.

“Just some thoughts refusing to settle.” He admits. You nod in acknowledgement and while you still smile your expression is more serious next.

“You know if you need anything, if there’s anything at all, you can come to me, right?” You feel his hand coming to cup under yours where you hold the flame. You dismiss it and allow his hand to slip into yours.

“Exactly part of what I’ve been trying to figure out.” Orym speaks absentmindedly and only realises how those words may have come across all too late.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to overstep-“ You begin but he faces you fully, calls for your attention, and when your head drops, he brings his fingers up to lift it enough for him to look you in the eye proper.

“No-no I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant. You’ve been nothing but kind and wonderful and understanding. I just- This is difficult to say.” He begins and you can tell the apology is genuine, that you worried for nothing. The worry drops from your features, but some desire for further comprehension lays buried within your eyes despite the front you put forward.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” You feel his hand squeeze yours as the one from your face drops, and you suddenly feel a cold spot left at the lack of warmth the touch provided.

“I think it’s time I do.” A pained courage. He takes a deep breath as if he prepares himself for a difficult move. Orym told you once, for people like him; it’s more mind than body holding them back from progress in things like training. He explained how it worked and what that looked like when you displayed a curiosity. That’s probably what you see now.

“Orym, we can talk about this in the morning if you need time to settle your thoughts yourself.” You offer an out, but he immediately shakes his head. He’s not backing down now. He’s going to rip this bandage clean off now he’s here. It’s alright.

“I thought I’d be replacing him if I allowed myself to develop that kind of relationship with you. I thought doing so, that wouldn’t be fair to you because you deserve so much. You deserve honesty and happiness and love. You deserve to be more than a replacement.” Orym watches as you take a breath and give him a pitied look but he continues. “But then I saw, you could never be a replacement. You’re unique and what I’ve felt for you is unique. You can’t refill a spot in my heart when you have more than earned your own. I was just too blind to see.” He studies you, watches as you take in every single word, consider them, process them. You don’t take long but suspension feels like an eternity. He’ll wait an eternity and a half for you if that’s what it takes.

“I-uh-I don’t really know what to say other than I love you too?” You smile sheepishly and he laughs. You join in and before you know it the two of you are cuddled up together thinking about how stupid you’ve been for letting this go on for so long. You suppose you really are a love story in the making dramatics and all. You just hope the drama ends here but you’ll take enough with it ending in the romantic department because given your chosen company there will always be drama and you wouldn’t have in any other way.

Together you sit wrapped in your cloak on that wooden bench as the stragglers on the streets pass by. They rush because of the cold. You see the people leaving the tavern shiver and curse as they leave the warm interior and the two of you snicker at their responses as yo just talk about nothing but closer this time and not just physically. Orym plays with your fingers, tracing along every knuckle and bone beneath your skin, along every muscle as you twitch or curl into the movement the he does. Gone are the worry and intrusive doubts and instead you bask in your internal sun glow, even in the dead of night, even when everyone else is freezing. You’re here and you’re okay with whatever comes on your path’s next. You’ve faced things together before. You’ll face them together hand in hand now too.

“There’s this tradition… With the Ashari. The druids say if you find yourself below a certain plant, it means good fortune is to be sealed with an expression of affection.” Orym says, his head against your shoulder, as you’ve curled your legs under you and lean your head against his.

“That sounds quite wonderful actually. What does it look like?” You ask as you smile at this strange tradition. Orym leans away from you but this time you don’t miss the lack of warmth for it’s still there. He lets go of your hands to call upon the faint magic within him until an oval leafed plant grows, with small round berries going from white to pink and eventually red. You stare with wonder, brushing your fingers along the leaves and berries. Orym hands it to you and hold it up to the moonlight to take a closer look. He studies you and cannot fight the smile on his face, not like he tries anyway. But then your eyes widen and you all but gasp as you quickly lower your hand.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I lifted it above- Are you cursed now? Am I cursed now? Are we cursed?” Orym chuckles as he clasps your hand holding the mistletoe and gives an assuring squeeze. You calm down but still seem somewhat tense.

“It’s just a superstition. You didn’t doom us all.” He tries to convince you with a smile but you’re not entirely convinced.

“You’re trying to tell me that bad luck is not a thing with this group we are with?” On second thought, maybe it is a good idea to indulge this superstition because you can use every single shred of good fortune on your side right about now.

“Maybe you’re right…” Orym frowns and then gently brings your hand clasped between his to him. He looks at you, as if getting permission and you just urge him on with an assured nod. He places a kiss on the back of it, swiftly. You wait, and wait and wait but nothing feels different or changed. It’s just normal…

“Did it work? Is that enough?” You suspiciously scan your surroundings.

“Well, usually it’s a kiss but-“ Orym starts but doesn’t finish his sentence. Especially after trying to decipher what he just said, or rather the meaning behind it because when he thinks of it, it goes beyond explaining some silly tradition. The thought of kissing you, under mistletoe, it runs warmth to his cheeks but also leaves him longing for that kind of affection, like he only now realises how much he’s missed, how long he’s refused to indulge himself into that luxury. What you said next he did not see coming and was not prepared for.

“Well then, kiss me.” Orym does a double take. “Only if you’re alright with it. I don’t want to take any chances this comes back to haunt us.” You pull free of his gentle grasp on your hand and hold the mistletoe over; an invitation.

“Are you sure?” He stands on the bench, slightly above your eye-level and takes the the branch from you. Orym’s heart is racing, beating miles a minute when he stares in your eyes, and searches any doubt, any real conviction you’re a little too into this superstition but you’re not. That’s but an after thought, especially now you’ve considered and analysed the situation.

Slowly his fingers lace with you, clasped between your palms ever so lightly, is the mistletoe. You lean in, and Orym does not step back, or stop you. He does not feel awkward about the closeness on a more romantic level as opposed to platonic. Instead he embraces the affection. Clasped hands still above your heads, just barely, he leans in too until your lips meet. It’s everything he could with for. Fireworks and all. It’s perfect, affectionate and just… everything. But it’s a simple kiss and while he could have stayed in that moment frozen eternally and be perfectly satisfied, time moves on. You pull back. He reaches up to cup your cheek with a smile.

“Think that’ll do?” You laugh, cheeks slightly flustered.

“Uhh maybe one more? For good measure.” He finds his humour and feels satisfaction spread through him when your smile grows and you steal a quick kiss.

“Cheeky.” His fingers brush over your cheekbone, feeling that warmth of your skin, seeing the glow in your eyes. “I like it.” This time you lean in once more for a longer kiss and Orym happily accepts. He can get used to it, and so could you. Let’s see where it leads. But you live in the here and now and this is perfect. Just perfect.

Mistletoe. Who knew.

#critical role x reader #orym x reader #critical role orym #bells hells x reader #critical role #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #bells hells #orym of the air ashari

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criticalfiics · 2 years

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The fighter and the healer

Pairing: Orym X M! Reader Warnings/Disclaimers: Uses masc terms and descriptors, Reader is a paladin devoted to Sehanine, no reader race specified other than you being taller than Orym/a halfling but shorter than Fearne. Rating: Sfw, little angsty Multi part: maybe, idk yet Premise: The group takes on an extra healer to help manage the party better.

Nestled in your rented shop you were busy tidying it before heading out for the evening. You had only been in this town for a few weeks, making your living before you headed off once again to who knows where. For a while you had been a traveling doctor of sorts, taking up residence in various towns for weeks to months at a time. Your skills were somewhat scarce in Jrusar, as well as most of the other places you traveled, so you were able to make plenty of coin this way. This had been your way of life in the years after you took your oaths, avoiding conflict in place of serving by providing aid instead. What made you so appealing to weary travelers or the cities' residents were your reasonable prices. Compared to most career healers you were practically giving away your services. Your potions were top notch and barely five gold, alchemy materials were gathered daily and sold for a fraction of the typical cost. Everything about your business was desirable to a wide variety of folk ranging from single mothers with sick children to thugs who didn’t want to deal with any questions. Of course you used your medical training more than your goddess given powers. You knew better than to flaunt a gift with magic to the broader public, especially healing or resurrection magic, so to most you were just a kind doctor selling their services and wares for far too cheap. The city you were currently stationed in was just a small town on the path to the spires, resting on the edge of Jrusar. They didn’t have many clinics or physicians of their own so you fit in well and had been pulling in ample coin from travelers. Today had been a busy one as many passed through your business to stock up on goods or get advice as they went on their ways. Your healing items were dangerously low with not a single healing potion on your shelf and a scarce amount of bandages elsewhere. It was perfectly fine to be out of stock this late in the day and you were currently in the process of closing so it didn’t really matter, you’d be stocked back up by the next time you opened anyways. As you tucked away some scraps of herbs there was a rapid pounding coming from your front door. It wasn’t unusual for someone to get in a pinch and need your services but you were clearly closed. Before you could call out to whomever was awaiting your help you heard muffled voices laced with panic. “Are you absolutely sure they’ll help?” A thick accent fluttered through your ears that you recognized as that of a farm girl. “They have to,” the other voice was rough, grumbly, annoyed, desperate; all things you were used to hearing from customers.

“They aren’t even open Ashton, why are we here?!” The girl snapped at the other just as you pulled open the door. Six stood before you with a Seventh cradled in a genasi’s arms. The group was diverse but you’d seen crazier however the faun was a bit more unusual but still not too out there. A purple haired woman looked surprised as the genasi stepped past her, their face carrying a silent plea.

“I’m sorry I know you’re closed but you are the only person in town who can help,” you matched the second voice to him, it still carrying its roughness but also a tinge of sadness. “He’s in rough shape we just need him out of the woods and conscious.” “I can do that,” not even taking a moment to think you responded, fully confident in your abilities. “Bring him over to the cot and give me any healing items you have then run me through what happened.” As he obeyed your orders you saw your patient. A halfling in homely armor that was tinged a deep red. He looked rough, his breathing shallow and body splattered with bruises and blood. You were taking vitals the moment he was placed down as well as locating the worse of his wounds. Nothing had been passed your way so you cast a quick look at the group, “You don’t have anything do you?” “No,” The purple haired woman who you could now identify as the farm girl spoke up as the others shared looks of worry. “We used it all to get him here, I’m sorry.” “That’s alright,” Compassion flooded the room as you spook, their frowns softening only slightly. “I have a stashed away first aid kit under the counter, can you grab it for me?” with a nod she sped off, grabbing said kit and running it to you side before taking her place sat there. “So, what happened?” Starting by removing his armor carefully, each motion done with care as to not agitate any wounds. You were focused as she started talking, nodding along to her story. “We were just on our way back, we weren’t doing that great but we thought we could make it without things gettin’ bad again.” She was calmer than most in this situation yet you could tell her hands shook as she fiddled with them in her lap. “Something attacked us, I-i don’t know what it was but it came out of nowhere.” Voice wavering she blinked away tears as she looked away from her injured friend to the others. You had found the worst of the injuries, that being a large set of slashes on his torso. What you had wouldn’t be enough even if you worked carefully. If you had a potion you could at least get him to a workable point but with only a pitiful pile of gauze and some suture martials he was a goner. Cleaning the wound with an attentive eye you did your best to keep the group unaware to you dismay but someone shifting behind filled you with unease. “Orym took most of the hits for us, he kept us from getting hurt too bad.” Motioning to her own arm she showed a few scratches and some bruising, nothing a bit of rest wouldn’t fix, barely a fraction of the damage he had. “Before we knew it he was down and losing a lot of blood. We grabbed him and ran until we got here then we asked around to see if anyone could help and someone pointed us here so Ashton booked it over.” Losing her composure a few drops feel from her eyes onto her shorts. From the corner of your eye you saw the faun eyeing you closely, watching you as you aimlessly cleaned him up in hopes of figuring out a way to manage this without disappointing them.

“He is very very rough,” you spoke honestly, lifting your hands from him to look at them. “I don’t have a lot, there isn’t much I can do.” “But you can do something right?” the faun spoke, her voice young but filled with hope. Her face scrunched up while her hands found themselves balled up on her chest, “yo-you have to, he’s our friend, our best friend, please.” A gnomish man gave her a pat on the leg as she tried to get the words out, choking on them as you looked at them solemnly.

“Please, we will pay or give you anything you want.” The genasi fidgeted as they spoke. “We don’t want to lose him just, fuck, please man.” His volume increased as he threw his arms down to his side, running hands across stone hair not long after. With a nod you breathed in, readying yourself. Using your magic wasn’t ideal. It was incredibly taxing on you and to make it worth it you’d have to push yourself further than you’d like. Saying a silent prayer to your god your hands found his chest, just above his fading heart beat. Casting cure wounds as strongly as you could you closed your eyes, silently focusing. Energy swelled in your body before leaving it, moving into his and leaving you drained. Come on, breath, please breath. You weren’t entirely sure if you were saying it to yourself or him, maybe both were true at this moment. A shaky breath lifted his chest followed by a gasp. Heartbeat stabilizing, he took more shaky breaths, his friends rushing to his side as you sat back and took one of your own. Your body ached and you felt more tired than you’d been in weeks but it was worth it. Smiles covered their faces as they hugged their friend, him passing his own back as he sat up. The faun hugged him tightly to which he winced at, patting her head as she released him. It was a sweet scene and reminded you as to why you did this. Even if it drained you of every drop of power you had you wanted to help, even if it just meant raising someone's odds and that seems to be what you had done. “Thank you thank you thank you,” The faun crashed into you, her hair blinding you as it fell over your face. Despite seeming incredibly dainty she was a force of a woman, nearly taking your off your chair while she squeezed the life out of you. “Easy on him Fearne,” your now fully coherent patient smiled as he watched her pout before letting you go, a hand petting your head as she stood back up. “Thank you friend.” His smile was warm and kind as he looked at you in appreciation. The others followed and gave their own thanks, some mumbled some loud, it was all the same to you. “It’s fine, it’s what I do.” You shrugged before standing, stretching in hopes of working the soreness out of your body. Moving across the room to tuck away the barely used first aid kit you addressed the group, “So, you seven got a place to stay?” Sheepish looks passed across the group before the purple haired woman stood and spoke up.

“No, but we should be able to find something, you’ve already done so much for us,” Waving her hand dismissively she looked back at Orym. “We might need a few minutes to just collect ourselves then we will be out of your hair.” “Its fine,” you lazily looked at her, sleep already creeping its way into you. “I’ve got some spare space and blankets, besides it’s probably best if you stick around until hero here makes it through the night.” Orym flushed at the nickname with some of the group sharing small laughs and poking fun at him. They reluctantly agreed after some nagging from Orym and Fearne then introduced themselves to you before getting set up for bed. Final thank yous were sent your way as you took your own place on a couch in your main shop area, sleeping on and off through the night while checking on Orym.

When morning came you gave the group some look overs while primarily focusing on Orym. Your magic had helped kick start his bodies healing process well enough that he just had some fresh scars covering his chest. To say the group was grateful was an understatement as they tried to shove various forms of payment at you. Each you turned down kindly, not wanting payment for saving someone’s life using your last ditch effort. It was then that their automaton spoke up. “You said you travel a lot right?” He sounded similarly to Imogen but much more upbeat, his quirky little voice filling the shop as he wheeled in front of you. “Well why don’t you travel with us? You’re good with medicine and after the past couple days I think we could use a little more help, right guys?” Turning to his friends they looked between each other before nodding as if they were seeking validation before agreeing. “I don’t know,” You had never traveled with a group before not for lack of trying. A lot of adventures needed a heal machine that could patch them up for fights which, while it fit what you enjoyed doing, was not exactly what you were looking for. You didn’t want to be used for just your skill or magic so people could save a quick buck. “Why would you need another healer? You said you can heal FCG and you said Fearne could as well.” Crossing your arms you looked at them with a raised brow, waiting to see how they responded. “Well you are a lot moooore rational under stress,” Laudna played with her hair as she batted her eyes at you nervously. “And we would pay you of course, after all what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t split the cut?” She spoke as if it was common sense, everyone nodding in agreement. “Friends?” You asked mostly out of confusion. The cut of profits did sound appealing and would probably be a lot more money than what you had been doing a lot faster however you were still cautious. “I mean if we travel together we are friends or at least i'd like to be,” FCG wheeled between his friends as they gathered their things. “We could always not be friends but i don’t think that’d be very nice.” With seven set of eyes placed on you expectantly you could only sigh, “Fine, let me get my things then we can go. It might take a second, i’ve got a lot to sort through.” “We have a hole you can put it in!” Fearne said cheerfully as she reached into her cleavage. “You have a what?” Your alarm was silenced as she pulled out a black piece of fabric before placing it on the ground. As a show Ashton stuck his hammer into the hole before pulling it out, showing it was indeed a sort of pocket dimension for storing things. Despite the strangeness of the situation you complied with your new team, hoping this would not be the start of many more questionable decisions.

#cr orym #orym of the air ashari #orym x reader #critical role #critical role campaign 3 #cr 3 #i hope this finds you well friend

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Day 27. The harvest festival 🎃

→ Orym of the Air Ashari x GN!Reader

Festivities for all

~ Poet

"Caramel apples next?"

"Oooh, yes, but I wanna try a swing at the ring toss after."

"The stall next to the pie stand?"

You walk with one hand tightly gripped in Orym's, the other hand holding a small but lovingly weaved basket filled to the brim with in season fruit and vegetables. Ashton walks on ahead, Chetney hoisted up on his shoulder while they both chatter excitedly about beating the obviously rigged games. Laudna fishes a brilliantly orange coloured leaf out of Fearne's hair. Fresh Cute Grass tries to find a subtle way to hide behind Imogen's frame when a farmer pulling a cart of chickens strolls by.

It's so strange, just existing in such a domestic and light hearted setting with your friends after all you have endured.

"Hey," Orym's voice brings you back to the present and you find him looking up at you with mild concern, "you okay?"

You squeeze his hand and make a mental note to spoil him with as much pumpkin pie he can eat: "Better than okay, love."

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Day 10. Dead leaves underfoot 🎃

-> Orym of the Air Ashari x GN!Reader

Crunchy crunch go brrrr

~ Poet

This is so much far worse than snow, you just know it. With snow, sound is muted, softened, and far more merciful to stalking thieves and shadows in the night.

Crunchy, autumnal, crisp and orange leaves that breathe with every step and slight movement you make will certainly ruin your chances of surprising Orym.

You're almost spotted a few times, ducking behind trees just as he turns away from the campfire he watches and this new family he protects.

You haven't seen each other since you and Dorian left with Cyrus to Tal'Dorei.

Eventually, the gods take pity on you, and your lonely looking lover turns back to the flames, a forlorn expression marring his soft features - you waste no time in making your move. Leaves underfoot and subtlety be damned, you scramble from your hiding spot and wrap your arms around him and say his name over and over again so he knows it's truly you.

It's understandable that he jumps, reaches for his sword and makes a move to push you away, but your hand seeks the hair at the nape of his neck and your mouth finds his forehead and he melts because this can hardly be his reality, this isn't real, it can't be.

"You're back," he says, breathless, disbelieving, awed and teary eyed.

You shake your head and correct him: "I'm home."

#spooky season fic #critical role #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critical role x reader #critical role imagines #critical role imagine #critrole #cr #cr3 #cr c3 #critical role campaign 3 #campaign 3 #orym of the air ashari x reader #orym of the air ashari #bells hells #bells hells x reader #bell's hells x reader #bell's hells

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Critical Role Exandria Unlimited Headcanon Masterlist

Works by Poet / @railroad-migraine

Critical Role Fanfic Masterlist

Critical Role Headcanon Masterlist

More Dorian, Fearne and Orym Headcanons here!

* = my fave posts

MAIN CAST ✨

The Crown Keepers 👑

Jealousy *

Calling them your boyfriend/girlfriend (1) *

Calling them your boyfriend/girlfriend (2) *

With a tabaxi!reader

Raising a child together *

With a dragon rider!reader

Downtime *

Dariax Zaveon💚

With a sensible wizard!s/o

Cheering up his s/o *

Reunited *

S/o has thick thighs *

Giving them a surprise kiss after battle *

Nicknames for you *

Dorian Storm💚

With a psi warrior!s/o

Wearing his pageant clothes *

With a water genasi!s/o *

With a clumsy sorcerer!s/o *

Crush gets a haircut *

With his s/o’s alignment change *

Fearne Calloway💚

With a shorter, protective s/o

With a clumsy sorcerer!s/o *

Fy'ra Rai💚

Reunited *

Giving them a surprise kiss after battle *

Nicknames for you *

Opal💚

With an s/o who prefers cooler colours

With a clumsy sorcerer!s/o *

Reunited *

Giving them a surprise kiss after battle *

Nicknames for you *

Orym of the Air Ashari💚

With a calm and collected barbarian!s/o

Asking the others for advice with his crush *

Crush gets a haircut *

With a multilingual s/o *

Wedding and anniversaries

NPCs ✨

Cyrus Wyvernwind💚

Crushing on the reader

Giving them a surprise kiss after battle

Cyrus plays matchmaker for Dorian

Nicknames for you *

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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I would like to request the "Only-One-Bed" trope for Orym, Dariax, Ashton and Dorian. They seek refuge against a snw storm and there's only one bed left. Kisses and hugs? Cuddles and shy snuggles?

Merry Christmas! (Or Happy Holidays) :)

Oh yeah 🤣 I remember this one

Perfect for the holidays

Orym

He’s half excited, half nervous to be sharing a bed with you. It makes his heart race to be so close to you, but the halfling feels conflicted on whether he should truly confess or not. His thoughts keep him up at night, but in the middle of your sleep, Orym feels you unconsciously drape an arm over him. It’s the safest he’s felt in a while as his eyes close.

Dariax

He’s always imagined how it might go, and now that he’s faced with it, it’s a bit of a big deal. Dariax feels so intimate in this moment, curled up next to you, but he feels a bit at ease when you smile at him. Awkward smiled turn up giggles to jokes and before you know it, both of you drift off to sleep snuggling each other.

Dorian

It’s everything that comes out of songs and books he’s idealized. He hopes you can’t see the raspberry blush on his face but he’s not subtle. Eyes darting back and forth, Dorian freezes when you reach out to touch him. Soon, hand holding becomes spooning before he has you tucked into his side.

Ashton

No he’s not going to take up your space on the bed, despite your insistence. Only after an uncomfortable bout on the wood floor does Ashton comply and crawl into the bed. You’ve started to doze off but feel a dip when he lies down next to you. It’s brief touches, but he admires you in your sleep. Gentle snores and hands brushing away the strands of your hair as he moves closer to you.

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brenbrennn · 4 months

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★: 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

- { art credits to @pixelllls!! } -

𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵— ✦ coming soon!

𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘺— ✦ coming soon!

𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘯𝘢— ✦ coming soon!

𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦— ✦ "𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔"

𝘖𝘳𝘺𝘮 (𝘖𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪)— ✦ coming soon!

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰’𝘗𝘦𝘢— ✦ coming soon!

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘊𝘶𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 (𝘍𝘊𝘎)— ✦ coming soon!

'𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦' (tbc) . . .

𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮— ✦ coming soon!

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demigoddessqueens · 9 months

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If you can could you please write something with orym continuously finding himself in cute awkard situations with his crush? Some examples could include geting tied up together by some spell, only one bed, him having to borrow his crushed clothes etc.. feel free to use any of your own as well if you can think of any!!

Awww 🥰 sweet little Orym deserves some love too!

He’s still trying to process through his past with Will, and getting close to you always becomes a scene

Accidentally walked in on you? Chetney will never let him live it down

Spell incantation goes wrong? Good luck getting out of this bind for a while!

He can feel your heart beating, and his cheeks flush against you. Trying to burrow his head to hide his embarrassed expression, which you think is cute

If there happens to be “only one bed”, Orym tries to be the upstanding gentleman, but you insist it’s fine and the halfling curls up by your side.

Seeing you fall asleep is soothing to him, and he reaches out a protective hand to your side

When the party goes to see Keyleth, even she sees how much Orym has changed and how close he is to you

Pondering how close you two have gotten together, Orym starts to re-think things, hoping maybe there’s a chance with you

#critical role #inbox requests #critical role x reader #orym of the air ashari #bell’s hells x reader #bell’s hells #my writing #headcanons #cr orym #orym my beloved #critical role orym #orym x reader #orym needs a hug #orym

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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I’ve been reading your writing for a bit now and I absolutely adore it!! Could I request a Bells Hell x reader head-cannons(?) were the group is running away from Wilders or something in a busy street, and reader gets pulled into a alleyway to hide and don’t notice straight away how close they are to who ever pulled them in until they’re aware their chasers have given up???

Hehehehehheeheheheh.

I like this trope too.

~ Poet

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Ashton 💙

Casually suggests that you make out to throw whoever is chasing you off the scent. You gape at him, speechless he could even think of such things at a time like this. With a waggle of their eyebrows, Ashton snorts in amusement and you have to physically place your hand over their mouth to muffle his laughter.

There's a warning glint in your eyes as you stare them down, daring them to continue drawing attention to the hiding spot. It's... Kinda hot, if he's honest, and his laughter dies down into quiet chuckles before going completely silent. It's only then do you register the light press of his lips against your palm. After what can only be described as a staring contest, Ashton reaches up, holds your wrist, and gently pries it away from his mouth.

You allow the barbarian to take your elbow and drag you back into the open air to blend in wth crowds and shuffle back to the Bell's Hells meeting point. You can still feel the tingle at the centre of your palm when they look over their shoulder at you with their signature grin.

Chetney 💙

You almost start to think he's having an asthma attack with how laboured his breathing is after running away from the Wilders. He's panting, hands on his knees, complaining loudly how he hasn't had to run that fast in years. You have to hunker down to pinch his nose so he can pause and catch his breath.

He scrambles to push your hands away from him, grumbling and readjusting the knitted hat upon his head to keep himself occupied while you play lookout. He tries his best to hide the crimson spreading across his face.

There's a shout and the beginning of a commotion the moment you dare poke your head out, and in a moment's notice you've scooped up the gnome into your arms like a child and run. Your lungs are burning the same way Chetney's had earlier when you collapse in a new safe spot, him patting your head begrudgingly comfortingly while waiting for the others to find you.

Dorian 💙

The tip of his nose pokes your own and you feel as though you're drowning in those big blue eyes staring back at you. His voice is soft, his breath unusually cool - it's probably an air genasi thing, you suppose - when he asks is it alright to stand closer to you.

He sucks in a breath when your persuers race past the mouth of the alleyway, and takes an involuntary step forward, caging you into the wall and turning his back to the street. He's gentle, a reassuring weight of fabric and lightweight weaponry. He keeps you close, eyes darting between the street and your face.

Long after you hear retreating footsteps, you both haven't moved an inch. Dorian, being the gentleman he is, clears his throat and steps back, holding out his arm to the street and muttering a quiet "After you." He brushes invisible dirt off his sleeves and straightens his cloak before joining you, trying to look as presentable as he can. Death glares are made towards Chetney when you've all regrouped, not finding his wolf whistle towards Dorian's mussed hair entertaining at all.

Fearne 💙

It's a very narrow alley, and it's a very tight squeeze, barely enough room to avoid chest to chest. But desperate times call for desperate measures and Fearne is not complaining. Your senses are flooded by the variety of fabrics and materials the faun wears and carries with her, as well as simply being surrounded by her. What you've sacrificed in moving space you've gained in warmth and softness instead.

She effectively acts as a shield to the opening of the alley, blocking out most of, if not all, the busy street from your view. You finally register the silken cloth clutched in your hands for dear life, her dress skirt the thing that's been grounding you while anticipating your enemies to arrive any moment. You feel her fingers lift your chin, and you're all but forced to meet her gaze.

It lacks that usual mischief you've come to associate with her. Instead, she blinks slowly, lashes thick and long, analysing your expression before whispering that you're okay and she won't let anyone touch you. And you believe her, breaths mingling and her ribbons tickling your forehead. Has a reassuring hand on your shoulder when the time is right to leave.

Imogen 💙

She's professional about it for the most part. Even though the space between you is nearly non-existent, she puts on a mask of calm and sets her hands on your shoulders. Using you as an anchor, she pokes her head out of the alleyway, looking for the enemy when all has gone quiet.

Meanwhile, you're just simmering in the warm pleasant feeling of her hands on you. To put it simply, she feels electric this close to your body. That energy spikes the moment voices are heard not too far away and she slinks further back into the backstreet with you. When the coast is clear, she glances at you, lips slightly parted and warmth dusting her cheeks.

She smooths back her hair when the moment ends and gestures for you to follow her, leading you away from the dirty, neglected alley and leaving you wanting. She's on edge after that - you know she's just as flustered as you are.

Laudna 💙

She grips onto your torso like a vice, putting all her weight on you (and even then it's like holding up nothing). Thin as a rake with bones that crack and dislocate, the alley seems that much more spacious and less suffocating because of who you're hiding with.

Her nose nudges your cheek, her eyes blown wide and almost cross eyed from the proximity that makes you fondly smile without restraint. Laudna smiles back, but frets when she notices the grime on your face and shoulders from your narrow escape. She swipes at a dirt streak across the bridge of your nose, adding a boop for good measure which makes your anxiety settle as much as it can in a time like this.

You don't remember her arms curling around your waist. She's been like that ever since you were found by the others, and she doesn't seem intent on letting go any time soon.

Orym 💙

He's hiding behind your leg, using it as leverage as he leans out of the alley to see if you're still being followed. Unfortunately, the street is pretty crowded and he can't make out any distinguished bad guys from his height. The halfling looks up at you hesitantly, but within a heartbeat he's up in your arms.

He acts as a personal commentator in your ear, and due to the close proximity he can point out the hired guards searching in the crowded market ahead. Even now, leaning into your shoulder and legs dangling in the air, he stays level headed and a voice of reason, calming your nerves and telling you when the moment is right to leave.

He pats your cheek kindly when he's ready to reacquaint himself with the ground and offers to hold your hand to sneak by the people who've followed you. At a glimpse, he'll look like a toddler dragging you further into the city, but it feels so much more than that when he eagerly clutches two of your fingers in his fist.

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Okay a few more songs. There’s some with some feels and then a few chuckling ones. Same CR Boi’s with y/n reader head-cannons.

I never heard of this band until now, but good thing now, cause I liked these songs

After listening, these are for…Orym

after the heartbreak he’s faced before, the warrior halfling didn’t think there was a chance for the hope and happiness from before

Trusting you when he joined alongside Fearne, Dorian, Opal and the rest was just a by product of the mission he was on

you two just started off talking, revealing the pasts you had piece by piece. Sometimes it goes late into the night until he finds himself nodding off along your shoulder

He feels something stir around you. A reawakening of long dormant feelings that he was so familiar with before, but

amidst the impending doom of the Red Moon and the deal he has made, Orym only lets the mask slip around few, with you included

Sometimes the warrior needs a reassurance that he’s done right, done all that he could

betrayal and loss have gotten to him, and it pains you to see the world weigh on his shoulders

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demigoddessqueens · 11 months

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Happy Sunday/Monday

Another trio of song asks… Once again CR Bois and y/n reader… This time some Queen songs and a Brian May song which could have easily fit on a Queen album

Queen is always valid here! 🎶

Love of my life - orym

He misses you. Immensely. You and Will were the greatest treasures and lives of his life, but those memories are ghosts to him now. Haunting him for all the decisions he’s made till now, and whether it was vain for you two.

Let me in your heart again - Caleb

Yes, he’s the friend. The one you all rely on, have a laugh with. He has a people now but he’s been longing for you. Your words, hugs touches are always lingering in his nerves and feelings. But he wants to tell you all of that. Or maybe not, seeing as you deserve the best and maybe he can or can’t give you that

Let me live - Ashton

When Ashton first met you, he was wary of you. Although your story was not as tragic as his, he felt jealous of you. Not unbroken or unbent like him, or even jaded. Are you someone he can grow to trust, or another who has ulterior motives towards him.

Driven by you - Vax

Hopelessly devoted is how he loves you. Smitten and besotted by the the time he spends with you. Kisses and touches comfort him and keep the fears at bay.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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

Awww!! Such fluff galore! 💞🥹💕

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

Dariax

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

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

Dorian

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

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

Ashton

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

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

Orym

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

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

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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You live!! Yay!!

"Promise?"

"Promise."

With changeling! Reader x ashton bc with fae, promises are very serious. Only you write him the way I love to read him~🌷

Anonymous asked: Can you please write a 'I'm yours. No returns.' For the ship prompt with ashton? I feel like this suits them a lot

Also inspired by this ask from @trippygalaxy

Notes: 1.1k words. Established but new relationship. Fluff. Reader is a non-specific fae race. A combination of prompts helped me out of my writer's block and lack of motivation. Enjoy my darlings x

Song Rec: Take On Me - 2017 acoustic by a-ha

~ Poet

We're Allowed To Be Foolish

-> Ashton Greymoore x GN!Reader

"Right," Ashton says when he claps his hands together, the soft sound melding with with the crackle of the fire behind them. "The children are finally asleep, so that means us adults can finally relax."

Imogen has finally settled, no evidence of any nightmares with her back supported by a tree stump, Laudna's head leaning on the sorcerer's shoulder. A spare cloak is tucked under her chin and covers both their laps and legs. Meanwhile, Orym's form is engulfed entirely by Fearne, having no need for a blanket when he has a faun and her fur to keep warm. Soft snores come from that cuddle pile softly, one of her hands on Orym's back, the other on Mister's. Old man Chetney, ever so stealthy, lies a few feet from Fearne, back to the fire and a small shiv gripped in his fist. His ears twitch when the odd twig snaps and causes a loud spark. The flames seem to lick higher and brighter closest to where FCG is stationed for the night. Their metal glows and reflects like a warped mirror found in shadow.

It's calm - a rare thing when on the road and picking up errands and quests here and there. A travelling band of adventures, ready and eager to taste what's on offer.

You crack a smile from where you sit in the grass, knees pulled up to your chest and a threadbare scarf draped over your shoulders. "We're just on watch, Ash. It's no different from any other night."

"That's where you are wrong, my fair-looking fae," they smirk as they crumble to the ground at your side and pass you your waterskin. You take a grateful sip, but nearly choke when the scarf is suddenly and harshly tugged off from your shoulders. The thin fabric hangs loose when Ashton slings it around himself. The smug bastard. You scowl and pull it back enough so that there's enough material to share, ignoring his cheeky face in the corner of your eye. It isn't even a cold night, but Ashton's body heat is bleeding through the scarf so effortlessly that without it you might just shiver. "Tonight just so happens to mark two months since our first shared watch together."

You are about to protest, but words fail you as soon as your memory does. Lips parted and eyebrow quirked, you simply offer: "I... that doesn't seem right. Surely I would've remembered such a thing."

"Ouch. That hurts. Stings even. And I thought you would be the sentimental one." They lightly punch your shoulder, a disgustingly sweet platonic gesture, deepening your frown because you want nothing more than a kiss instead. But that can be asked for later. "It's no biggie. Really. It's not like anything of significance occurred that night." He pauses. "Certainly not anything to do with us, up to our knees in ice cold water, fishing for a special rock after someone so elegantly threw in the river-"

"Chet trying to use the Sending Stone as a skipping stone! How could I forget?" you chuckle, face warm at the memory.

It had been an accident - you'll agree with Chetney that the magical item does look deceptively mundane. You had been on watch with the gnome, camped near a stream that seemed to grow more powerful as the night went on. Bored out if his mind, he turned to tossing stones into the water until watch was over. The ripples made in the beginning were nothing special, until the water seemed to glow and sparkle, as if having swallowed something magic. Long story short, Chetney was far too short to go wading in the deeper waters with you to look for the Sending Stone.

Luckily for you, Ashton had been only resting their eyes and was more than willing to help you while Chetney fretted from the shore.

If the barbarian hadn't been there to ground you, the waters might have swept you away into the darkness when you swiped the stone from the rushing current.

Your heart aches a little. The only tie to Dorian the party had left was nearly lost that night. You can only hope that the bard has since found his way safely with his daft brother since he left. Ashton brings you back to the present, nodding enthusiastically and laughing at the memory. You hush them, giggling under your breath so not to disturb fast asleep Bell's Hells scattered around the camp. "You do remember, I knew it!"

Things work differently in the Feywild. So much simpler from your perspective, but awe-inspiring to the friends you've made on your travels - Fearne being a comforting and familiar exception. Time is a weird soup, a mantra, a phrase she brings up whenever you think of what might have been. If you had stepped outside of that portal ten seconds sooner, you might have crossed paths with Ashton even earlier.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, reaching out to touch their face. He stills upon contact, leaning into your hand while your thumb traces a line of gold filigree running from his temple to his cheekbone.

A blurred reminder of a time before you came to Emon. A time before you could save their ass when they got in trouble.

How can someone be so strong, resilient, and yet so fragile and tender? You manage to find your voice, distant and faraway, mumbling more so to yourself rather than to Ashton. "You're not what I thought you'd be like."

He bares his teeth in a crooked grin. There's a hint of approval in his eyes when they flick between your own, trailing briefly down to your mouth before meeting your gaze again. "Mean and scary?" His voice lowers to a purr - for the sake of the party or your own, you don't know. He makes a sharp movement, a motion as if going to bite your thumb on his cheek. Instead he kisses the corner of your mouth.

That's an understatement.

"Yeah."

"Yeah well..." Ashton muses, leaning back on their hands and glancing up at the clear sky overhead. "I thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too. I mean, a fae? Clearly not from this part of the world, a complete enigma with wicked magic..."

"Me?" you grin, tilting your head in mild disbelief. The idea seemed bizarre at first. Ashton - the barbarian whose head has slag glass holding back a galaxy, who is decked out in leather and wields a hammer engraved with "FUCK OFF" - was intimidated by you. "You thought I was the scary one?"

It's laughable, enough that you begin to ignore your stiff back and sore limbs from travel. Ashton huffs out an amused breath of air. He looks at you, a playful glare darkening his face. "Terrifying." He must not like the thoughtful expression on your face, so he leans forward a little, craning his neck to look at you properly. "Hey."

"Hey."

"... I'm yours. No returns. No take backs."

Emotion wells up in your throat. You try to swallow it down, thick with hesitation. "Promise?"

"Promise. Cross my heart." He drags a finger over his chest, a simple gesture of innocent trust in you that ignites you to your very core. "Hope to die."

"Hm..." you croon, pinching their chin and nudging their face closer. "That's quite a bold oath you just made there, Ash. You're lucky I'm not a fae that would take advantage of your foolishness."

You feel him smile against your lips. "As the designated adults on watch tonight, I think we're allowed to be a bit foolish."

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