#Bren Aldric ermendrud x reader

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ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚ (Caleb Widogast!!)

Authors Note: Hello , I bring gifts! Finally I finished these wonderful  headcannons. More requests are under way , if you want to send in critical role (or any other fandoms) my inbox is open. I hope you enjoyed this , I know I did <3 Warnings: A fraise mentioning burns? Other than that , Thats all https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/brenbrennn/687973562848575488?source=share = first part!! ╔═.✵.══════════╗     Caleb Widogast ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧Let's say when you guys meet, it's during episode one of campaign two. At first glance, you two seemed like an unlikely pairing. It's very much an opposites attract situation.   ⪧There's just that pull, you both are drawn to each other in some way. Though it may not be noticeable at first trust me it's there. Let's say you're very new to the arts of arcane magic. Maybe similar to Fjord, you only have like one or two spells down dealing with what Caleb does. Seeking out advice, he begrudgingly accepted your request him giving you a few pointers. ⪧With him helping you with spells part-time, he starts to notice what was that drawn towards you. That certain feeling, it was… love - or was it? He didnt have any problem appearing like his awkward secretive self around you and everyone else for the most part. But on the inside, it was a game of “yes, no, maybe?” ⪧Let us play a guessing game, who do you think finds out first about Caleb's interest in you? The options are Nott/Veth, The entirety of the Mighty Nein, or Frumpy. If you guess Frumpkin and the entirety of the Mighty Nein, you are correct my friend! It's beau who caught him staring DEEPER than his usual look at you and then it just spread to everyone. There's going to be teasing thrown of course, but it's at a point where everyone is like “hey you know what they’d be cute.” Jester of course is going to throw “Ooo Caleb you to-tally wanna kiss them~!” He's disintegrating on the inside. ⪧The time when truths come out, it's a time of peace. No death or tragedy right now, it was the nice kind of quiet. It was Caleb to let it all spill out. Something he said made your ears perk up. He didnt really think you were paying attention at all. The words were zeminian , but jokes on him because you had been studying on the side about the language. Trying to impress him…? You would never tell, at least not now. The words were “I have a problem with loving the ways you speak.. I have a problem with loving you.” ⪧Deciding to speak in common, you gave him a reply to his mumbling. “Caleb you  flatter me too much.”                                    °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧Caleb will try to play off his flustered feelings around you. Let me say that again, he’ll TRY! Everyone else around you has a chuckle seeing how desperately he makes sure his face isnt rosy red. But he fails time and time again, you’re his weakness <3 ⪧Frumpkin starts off as Caleb's fur baby, and now he’s your fur baby. He loves resting in your lap whenever, showing his thanks with little happy puurs. Caleb has once or twice shifted to Frumpkin's view whenever you're petting him. You are so gentle with his cat, it melts his heart. ⪧ On the outside, he seems like an anxious ball of knowledge. He is that BUT, but he can be quite the flirt. Whenever he catches you off guard, it makes him crack a grin with getting his payback the times you made him all warm on the inside. ⪧ If he were asked about why he fell for you, his answer would be simple. You didnt categorize him as a monster. You accept him as who he is. With his burns and imperfections, similar to Essek that hooked him in. ‘...As well as your want for knowing more about the arcane...’ - HUH?

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Equilibrium (1/?) Caleb Widogast x Reader

(spoilers for caleb’s backstory up to ~e49, written aug 9, 2019) Caleb knew you, over a decade ago...

Word count: ~1k

THEN

“Bren Aldric Ermendrud.”

You watched as a scrawny, auburn haired boy walked into the center of the room. He held his head high, standing with rigid and proper posture.

Everyone held their breath as the instructor looked back at his parchment. His eyes scanned the paper, one eyebrow raised in faint interest at whatever he read. He uttered your name.

You felt the gaze of the class on you as you, too, went to stand in the dueling circle. But you paid them no mind and focused on your opponent. Now closer and face to face, you could see the determined look in his blue eyes. You almost grinned in excitement, but schooled your features to cool resolve.

“Begin.”

A burst of flame came at you. You sidestepped at the last second, surprised at his brashness. The heat of it warmed your face before it dispersed against the dome shield encircling the two of you.

Not wasting a second, you cast ice knife and flung the icy dagger at his exposed side. He hissed as it cut his side, and flinched when it exploded into many shards. Your surge of satisfaction was cut off as he retaliated with another flame that caught your left arm.

Both of you slowly walked about the perimeter of the circle, watching each other carefully. His eyes were alight in a way they weren’t before, lips drawn in a subtle smirk. You help but mirror him with a grin.

Muttering inaudibly under your breath, you released a ray of frost. At the same time, a cone of flames was shot from his outstretched fingertips.

The contrasting elements met in a spectacular clash, so bright it was almost blinding.

You rolled forward just before his spell ended, giving you a moment as he looked in brief confusion at where you once were. A moment was all you needed to get close and hold an ice knife to his throat.

His wide eyes met yours, throat further exposed in avoidance of the blade. His mouth was agape - whether in fear or awe, you weren’t sure. Both of you breathed hard as your classmates politely clapped.

Distantly, you could hear your instructor talking in hushed tones to the Archmage.

You flung your knife to the ground. It shattered instantly. Your opponent rubbed his neck gently as you extended your hand. He took it, grasping it firmly, warmth meeting your comparably cooler hand.

“Bran, was it?”

He huffed a quiet laugh, and replied with a soft Zemnian accent. “Bren. Bren Aldric Ermendrud.” Bren repeated your name in a questioning tone.

You nodded, glancing over his shoulder to see two other teens anxiously looking at him. One short, brown haired girl and one black haired boy. “Your friends?”

Bren looked back, a smile gracing his lips. “Ah, ja. Astrid and Eodwulf…we are from the same town.”

At this point your instructor commanded everyone’s attention. “You two, back to your seats. Next up…” ~~~ You walked down the halls of the Soltryce Academy, but faltered when you heard a familiar hiss of pain.

Quietly, you peeked into the room and saw Bren on the floor with a healing kit in front of him. The sleeves of his academy uniform were rolled up and you winced at the state of his arms. Red and angry burns stretched from his hands to his forearms.

You slipped in and locked the door behind you. He flinched at your entry, and you held your hands up. “Just me.”

He still watched you warily as you knelt before him. Bren moved closer to his healing kit, as if you were going to take it away from him. You felt a flash of hurt at his distrust, but it wasn’t as if you two have become close friends since your first duel. Still, you couldn’t just leave him like this. You gnawed on your lip, deciding.

With a sigh, you put your hand over your heart. “I swear to you, I just want to help. I won’t take your kit or hurt you.”

Slowly, you reached for his hand. He tensed, but let you hold his hand and inspect his arm. His gaze was honed in to your every movement.

“Do you have any salve?” You asked.

He nodded towards a tiny jar on the ground. “I can do it myself.”

“Uh huh.” You said skeptically. “Move your other arm for me, then.”

He reached for the jar with his free hand, but his face scrunched up in pain. You stilled that arm with a pointed look.

“Let me do it, please?”

He held your gaze and hesitantly nodded.

You unscrewed the jar of salve and with what you hoped was a feather light touch, applied it to his burns. He winced and hissed intermittently, but before long, you were done. Next, you wrapped clean bandages over his arms.

“Danke.” He murmured, then cleared his throat. “Thank you. I, uh, owe you one. Master Ikithon forbade my friends or staff from helping.”

You took him in, looking him over. In the halls as you passed by each other, or from a distance in the classroom, he carried himself confidently. Bren was always eager to learn, to follow, to be the best student. You met his eyes again, and he looked away quickly.

“You’re…scared of me?” You asked.

He studied the floor. “No…”

You hummed, unconvinced.

“You have a reputation.” Bren began hesitantly. “You’re always by yourself, and people find you…icy. I wouldn’t have expected you to help me like this.”

You laughed at the pun. He relaxed slightly, a semblance of a grin forming. You shrugged. “People can make whatever assumptions they want. And-” You stopped yourself. You shouldn’t just tell him everything. You can’t tell him how it’s better for you to be alone.

“Anyway.” You put your hands out again. “I can numb the pain a bit, if you would like? On one condition, though.”

He let you take his hands again. “What condition?”

You blew out a cool, icy mist over his arms. He shivered at first, but sighed in relief as the cold soothed and numbed his burns.

Still holding his hands, you winked. “Don’t ruin my ‘reputation.’”

He flushed. “Ja, understood.” ~~~ A/N: a bit of a wip tbh but still fun……lots to think n decide about if i continue though

[widobravely]

hi! welcome to your irregularly scheduled dose of widojest fic recs! i’m julia, and today i’ll be recommending @superman-unchained​‘s bren-never-broke-and-is-an-asshole-and-jester-finds-it-hot au--professionally known as broken but not.

bren aldric ermendrud was appointed by trent ikithon as the--governor? leader? top asshole?--of the region in which jester lavorre lives. this would not normally matter, because jester is so far down the class system they should never have met--if not for the fact that trent ikithon wants a portrait of bren, and jester is the best artist available.

thus: jester paints bren, and despite knowing better, is horny on main for him.

Her eyes search his face. “You have light freckles along the bridge of your nose,” Jester says, sounding delighted. “Your eyes are even paler up close, and your cheekbones are so delicate. The light from these arcane lights makes your hair almost glow—and speaking of your hair, did you know how well they frame your skin? You’re gorgeous.” She seems very pleased about that fact.

“I did know all those things,” Bren says. “But your keen eye is… appreciated.”

“I can’t wait to paint you, my lord.” There’s something in the way she says his title, in the way that her voice drops slightly, like her cloying accented voice has made it all her own, that makes him want to do… reckless things. “I’ll bring my supplies tomorrow.”

“Five o’clock post meridiem,” he says, and he gently pulls her hand away with his. He watches the way her eyes drop to their momentarily intertwined fingers. “Don’t be late.”

She smiles. “I’ll see you.” There’s something teasing in how she speaks, like this is a date and not a job, and he watches her nearly skip away from him. Jester pauses as she reaches the door, and turns, giving him a coy look. He tilts his head in expectation, but she just shakes her head, still smiling, and walks out, closing the double doors behind her.

“i did know all these things”???? hello??? caleb widogast, whose self-esteem hit rock bottom and then started digging??? hello??? bren aldric ermendrud is an asshole but it’s so good????

dead, y’all. dead.

also, another one of the good things about this fic? (let’s be real everything about this fic is wonderful, but i liked this one a lot) marion lavorre is an amazing mother. like, we know she loves jester wholeheartedly in canon, but in this one she. she actually spends time with her child, doesn’t hide her away (can’t afford to), and has the sweetest bonding moment with her:

Marion pulls her into a hug, and sets her chin on Jester’s head. “I was going to give you the best life,” she whispers. “I’m… I couldn’t do that, but I can give you this pendant. I can help you woo this boy.”

Jester wraps her arms around Marion. “Having no money sucks, Mama.” She tries to keep her voice light, even as her entire body trembles. “But it’s the best life because I have the coolest mom in the world.”

They stay like that for a while. It’s nice. Jester doesn’t think about gold and necklaces and lords. She simply hugs her mother, and pretends the walls around her room don’t tremble when there’s a particularly large gust of wind battering against them.

one last thing! 

given that bren and jester are from completely different social strata, you’d think this was like--rich boy x poor girl, right? with no class analysis to be found?

you’d think so but no.

bren and jester talk about, of all things, being from the earth. the calluses on their hands from farming. hard labor. poverty, and rising up from it in bren’s case, and falling to it in jester’s. in fics like this usually the rich person like, dazzles the other with wealth and promises to spoil them forever but--it’s not like that, here. here, the class divide matters and it hurts and it’s so fucking good.

but like...i shouldn’t even be surprised, after all this is ak we’re talking about.

ALSO. ALSO LIKE. I HAD TO GO BACK AND EDIT THE POST BECAUSE I FORGOT ANOTHER GREAT PART::: there’s a very pride-and-prejudice-y moment in here too!!!!!! i’m not going to quote it because you, dear reader, deserve to see it for yourself unspoiled, but like. i read that line and i was like in vain i have struggled, it will not do . . . you must allow me to tell you how ardently i love and admire you.

ak!!!! stab me in the face next time!!!!!

tl;dr: i love this fic, it’s a masterpiece, go read it and shout at ak about how absolutely glorious it is.

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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳'𝘴...ღ

Summary: You haven't really come out to the others fully in the mighty nein about your internal struggles, the only thing you’ve really disclosed is what you would like them to call you by (obviously). They fully excepted your explanation right off the bat. Though for the most part, you were pretty comfortable with who you were, a side of you despised your body. Especially the way you presented. So you started to bind up your chest not to feel any less dread about your tits. There's a day though when that dysphoria hits you like a bag of bricks so you go to your ‘friend’ for advice. That friend being Caleb Widogast. Authors Note: Hey-lo! I decided to get this out today seeing as I’m still in the process of finishing up a critical role request. Originally this was supposed to be for all of the adventuring party but I made up my mind on posting only the Caleb part. Maybe if its wanted I’ll write for the rest of the party.  Warnings: Depictions of Body dysmorphia , venting , and reader is mentioned to have boobs in the summary.  Caleb Widogast!!- *While strolling around and adventuring with the others he noticed your odd behavior, he has a good eye for body language *The entire time you seemed uncomfortable. Very much sulking in posture and keeping a  odd stance. *He didnt want to break any boundaries so he didnt press,  he just left it bee. It was until you knocked on the door of his and Notts inn room. *At the time she was not in so Caleb just sat crisscrossed on his bed, his spellbook in hand. *His head graced up from the pages and his face grew to one of confusion. As you opened the door he noticed your dry, red eyes and that confusion grew more concern. *He tapped his book shut and clamped it back where it always went, you both hadn't shared a word yet. Until he just gave you a look of wanting to help as much as he could. *His hand gestured to the empty room on his bed and you made your way over, plopping right on the mattress. There was silence until that gate you tried to keep from bursting open did just that. Wet and grime tears seeped out of your eyes, and your whole ‘okay’ layer completely shattered. *Caleb felt a hard-hitting feeling of guilt and hurt, guilt because he hated seeing you like this. He wasnt the best at giving comfort/advice (at least to him) but he would try anything to make your harsh feelings filter out. *You spilled the whole binding situation and you poured out the hurtful feelings you had on your whole outward presentation. How it was so uncomfortable and dreadful on the days your brain would force you to remember how your physique wasnt perfectly tied up in a bow. He just quietly listened to your rant, knowing that you right now just probably wanted another person to listen to you. *Caleb understood those feelings to a whole level and gave the most Caleb advice ever. That he very much got where you were coming from, that you weren't crazy. “This is a totally normal feeling and Im sorry I can't help you fix it. But you’re still you... You are still the person I know and love.” Gently he cupped your cheeks. “The mind is a horrible thing but a good one, and the thoughts can get too loud. I wish I could just fix it but Im glad to help you find better ways to feel more assured in your body instead of binding.” *Suddenly, a warm bundle of fur hopped onto the bed and curled up in the middle of you both. Caleb and you shared a small chuckle, A dash of a warm smile fell on Caleb's face. It was nice to see you more at ease than when you entered. Your hand went right to petting the cute little cat and the air became more light. *Slowly , the room door creaked open. Nott was in the doorway (flask in hand) like “What did I miss??”