#beauregard lionette x reader

[randoimago]

Hi! Could you please write an Essek-Caleb-reader poly and separately a Yasha-Beau-Reader poly where the reader REALLY wants to make the holiday dinner, but is a clumsy chef and occasionally gets a small burn or cut? Thank you!!

Clumsy Chef Reader Making Dinner

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionette

Warning(s): Blood, Light injuries

Note(s): Sure thing, here you go!!

Essek/Caleb/Reader

They both try not to hover, but they can't help hovering now and then. While they trust your determination, they don't trust your dexterity. Essek is the one that worries more, being more meticulate about things. Caleb notices that it's starting to make you a bit jittery with their hovering so he pulls Essek away to give you space.

While neither are healers in any copacity, there are potions and bandages on hand. Anytime you cuss or hiss in pain due to a new cut, you can expect one of the wizards to be by your side. Essek being the one to tenderly take your hands in his while he cleans your cut and applies the bandage. Caleb tutting and murmuring in Zemnian, probably light scolding, as he inspects the wound before fixing it too.

When the food is finally done (which would have been done much sooner if you had accepted Caleb's offer of using the cats), the two are complimenting you on the cooking and how much work you put into this. They are going to make sure that you have someone else in the kitchen from now on because neither of their hearts can take the amount of bandages you have covering your hands and arms.

Beau/Yasha/Reader

Yasha is usually the one that cooks and she's more chaotic in the way that you have no idea what weird creature you'll be eating. So when you take over, the two can't help being intrigued as well as very supportive as you work.

Definitely fussing over you if you get a cut. If you complain about blood in the food then you'll hear Yasha saying, "It adds seasoning, don't worry my love." and Beau adding, "It's more fun if it gets a tad bloody" (which you don't quite know what she's referring to and decide it's best not to ask).

Both of them have experience with bandages up wounds too so while you have Yasha and Beau switching who's feeding you (because you put the work in making it, so they're going to feed you), the other is holding your hands delicately as they place bandages and salves on you.

Taglist: @unhelpfulnpc

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there can I request a reader whose a bard and they're trying to flirt with the Mighty Nein through song since they don't know how to flirt and try to flirt through Muisc

Oh I love this idea!! ✨

Masterlist 11

“Flirting” as a bard would include…

Jester, Nott/Veth, Caleb immediately know what you’re trying to say, pulling you in for a hug and maybe sneak a kiss

Fjord is of course flattered with your choice of song and dance, especially if you add elements of a sea shanty to it

Essek tries to keep his cool composure but you see a raspberry tint to his cheeks as he sinks into his chair

It takes a while for Cadeuces to understand who you’re referring to before you point at him in the “youuuuu ���” lyrics

Yasha and Beau are the types to swing you into a dance mid-song

Meanwhile, Mollymauk is only adding fuel to the fire by still trying to flirt with you incessantly

[railroad-migraine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

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Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

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Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

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Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

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Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

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Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

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Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

[escape-from-reality-reads]

Armored

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

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?” 

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

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

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

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

[icarusthefoolish]

The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

Nothing here yet...

Beauregard Lionett

Nothing here yet...

Jester Lavorre

Nothing here yet...

Fjord Stone

Nothing here yet...

Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

Nothing here yet...

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

Nothing here yet...

Kingsley Tealeaf

Nothing here yet...

Yasha Nydoorin

Nothing here yet...

[basalt-deltas]

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Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

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[failedskillcheck]

Change with the Tides (Part 7)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Case closed.”

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

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

Caleb and Beau both freeze when they see you.

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

Beau, Nott and Caleb all look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[a-menagerie]

Can you do one with Beau with number 4 on the enemies to lovers prompts? Reader isn't necessarily an enemy, just someone who's butt heads a bit with Beau.

“ lean on me. ” “ for support? “ “ yeah, why else? “

“That was…rough.” You grumble, pushing yourself to keep standing. The Mighty Nein had run into a bandit group and, while they were dispatched, they had put up a ferocious fight.

“I vote we pull out the Tower.” Fjord said, looking about as rough as you felt. There was a murmur of agreement and Caleb began to summon the tower.

“Hey, lean on me.” A voice caught your attention and glanced up at Beau, who had her arms crossed and lips pursed. You raise an eyebrow at her. You and Beau were at odds most of the time, butting heads over everything and anything. That didn’t detract from how attractive you found her.

“For support?” You ask dumbly. Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at you, smirk on her lips.

“Yeah?”Beau replied, offering an elbow to you. “Why else?”

“I just wasn’t sure if maybe you’d finally recognized how much you like me.” You tease. Beau makes a pffft noise and takes her elbow away.

[randoimago]

Just finished writing a 9 page essay analyzing Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (WILD stuff in there)!! could you please do headcanons with an Essek-Caleb-Reader poly and a Beau-Yasha-Reader poly about them celebrating their S/O reaching a big goal like that? Thank you!

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Essek, Caleb, Beau, Yasha

Note(s): God I remember analyzing the book in High school and just filling it with sticky notes and having to highlight various things. (fuck I had to do that for The Odyssey over my winter break and I think my brain melted for the rest of the year)

Essek-Caleb Poly

Well these two are both in love with annotating books and rereading specific passages (and they would use sticky notes or buy a second copy to highlight and write in).

But they also know how stressed you've been with your own essay you're going through so they try not to talk about how fun annotating is when you're stessing out.

When you finish it, Caleb gives you a nice pat on the head while Essek is making some tea to help you relax and decompress after all of that.

If you'd like then Caleb would be willing to read through the annotation essay you wrote just to double check or correct any misspellings or such. He is a teacher and has experience with that.

But as a reward, Caleb is happy to whisk you away to his tower with Essek and make the biggest, softest bed for you three to cuddle and relax in. There are cats also on the bed that purr and knead and are being as cute as possible too.

Beau-Yasha Poly

God Beau has had to read boring books and do her own annotating at the Cobalt Soul so often that she fucking hates it.

She knows what you're doing and says she'll get you some good wine because you're need it. Yasha promises to cook you the tastiest rabbit you've ever had. There's some very yummy spider leg kababs on the side too.

So once you've done your essay, you're awarded with the grandest of feasts from Yasha while Beau really did go all out with the best wine.

It's a very weird meal, but you're used to Yasha's diet and cooking at this point. At least the vegetables are from the garden.

And afterwards, after some interesting magic cupcakes that Jester had given you all the last time she came over, Yasha pulls you both to bed to be in the warmest cuddle pile.

Taglist: @unhelpfulnpc

[demigoddessqueens]

Could we get mighty Nein or bells hells with a scarlet witch like SO 👀👀👀

It is oooky spooky season 🎃

Yesssss 🙌 witch debut for the Halloween season!

Masterlist 12

The Mighty Nein

Jester thinks you’re so cool with your magic and sometimes wants to learn spells from you for her own

Caleb thinks he can find an equal within you hit also feels distant given the influence from Trent and his own past

Fjord and Nott/Veth have had bad experiences with magic before so they may be harder to win over

Essek, Cadeuces, Mollymauk have seen all different walks of life and your magic is another aspect of you, trustful that you are in control

Bell’s Hells

Laudna and Imogen feel half wary of trusting you but also feel that you are the best in helping them

Fearne, Braius and FCG are the more supportive of the bunch in understanding how your magic works, that it’s a part of you

Ashton, Dorian and Orym have had their past bad experiences with those of witches/mages form before so the distrustful nature is not entirely unwarranted.

It may be a long way to gain trust but they eventually come around

[railroad-migraine]

Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?

Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.

I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx

~ Poet

Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek

Beau 💜

She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.

The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.

She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.

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Caleb 💜

The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.

You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.

The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.

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Fjord 💜

The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.

He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.

When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.

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Jester 💜

You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.

With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.

She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.

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Molly 💜

The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.

The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.

But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.

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Yasha 💜

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.

Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.

She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."

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BONUS: Kingsley 💜

It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.

So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.

Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.

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BONUS: Essek 💜

This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.

You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.

You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.

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Recovery

“Y/N, you goddamn idiot bastard,” you mumbled quietly to yourself. You had been drilling battle protocols into your mind for weeks now. Fighters up front, Casters surrounded, Veth in the back . . . Unless of course Veth gets caught scouting; then its Veth retreats back, Fighters take point, Casters stay back. Argh! What even IS a caster? Fjord’s tossing eldritch blast after blast, isn’t that casting? And what if Caduceus or Jester decide to hit something in melee range of themselves. Have THEY suddenly taken on the role of a Fighter?

You go to throw up your hands in exasperation, only to feel a searing pain in your right side. Right, still recovering. It’s not very often that you have actually wait to recover from a battle. Normally Jester would proclaim the Traveler's love for you, or Caduceus would come to say a prayer as a fungus accelerated the healing process. The one time you royally screw up, the baddies are hot on the trail of producing a kind of poison that dispels divine-based healing magics. Well, good for them! They seemed to have achieved whatever it was they were doing.

"Crazed anti-divine alchemists plotting to overthrow clerical institutions," saying the words out loud, you mentally kick yourself. Of course, it's literally in the job description. Alchemists that hate gods. But really, how were you supposed to know they were actually talented in their craft? Bringing the news back to the Bright Queen, even she admitted that their concoctions were impressive, albeit disturbing.

Deciding that there's no real reason you could have deduced how far along their research had come, you close your eyes and replay the events of the last mission.

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In the mountains, east of Rosohna, there were many ruins leftover from times of the betrayer gods. One of these was the Garden of the Ashen Skies; what once was a large castle keep was now just a few structures, seemingly covered in a thick layer of soot. It is unknown what purpose this keep served in the past, and for whom it was built. Now it lay scattered and broken, the ashes giving unique nutrients to all sorts of plant life, both magical and mundane.

"Caleb, we were all there when Essek gave us the rundown on where we were headed," Beauregard groaned through her double facepalm. Caleb looked up from his book with a vacant stare, adorned by a single raised eyebrow.

"Beauregard, YOU were the one who asked if we knew anything about this place," Caleb's face once again tilted down to peer at his notes.

"I MEANT do we know anything ELSE about this place other than what we were told by Essek. I just figured, you know, that it was like, IMPLIED. I do LISTEN you know," Beau was in full argument mode. You let out a stifled laugh and grin at Fjord, who was walking ahead with you, leading the group forward.

"Oh gods, they're going to be like this the whole way aren't they," you murmured to Fjord. He gave a slow nod with a soft smile, before saying,

"Ah yes, I forget sometimes that you've only been with us for a little while. They'll be over it within the hour I promise," he assured.

"Oh no, don't worry. I actually think it's quite charming," sneaking a peek back to see Beau's arms were up in the air now, Caleb's attention to his book unfaltering. "Sure there are arguments sprinkled with varying degrees of questionable morals, but other than that, I couldn't ask for a better family." you mimicked Fjord's warm smile.

"Well if you ask me, and I'm sure the others will agree, you're an excellent addition to the group. Your talents for smithing, rune-crafting, and most importantly-battle, have saved us more than a few times these past couple of weeks," his kind expression driving home the sentiment that, for the first time in a while, you genuinely feel wanted. The short string of compliments actually causes you to malfunction for a moment.

"I-uhh. Thank. Yeah cool, haha awesome," a verbal catastrophe followed by a literally stumble, your toe catching a nearby protrusion from the ground. As you hurtle towards the ground, you sum up your thoughts briefly, yet eloquently.

"Ah shit".

You're just about ready to become more acquainted with Xhorhasian soil when your momentum is cut short, and you are briefly clotheslined by your own scale-mail. Glancing back you see Fjord, shocked, and holding you up by the back of your armor.

"Whew! Thanks Fjord I-", you were cut short as you felt your weight shift back towards the ground. The last image you see before you faceplant is that of Fjord's shit-eating grin. Ohh motherfucker. As you lay face down in the trodden ground of the Xhorhasian marshes, the only sound you can focus on is that of Fjord's cackling.

"Oh gods Y/N, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself!" regaining your footing, you see now that he's doubled over, laughing himself silly. It's by now you realize that the rest of the Nein has joined the chorus of humorous cries.

"Fjord, you dick, that's not funny!" Jester said from behind Caleb and Beau. Although it was hard to agree with her since she was laughing too, and after all, it was pretty funny. Beau and Caleb had stopped their one-sided bickering, while Yasha and Veth could be seen both chuckling and shaking their heads respectively. As much as you wanted to be pissed, a wide smile crept across your face. After all, was this not how families treated each other?

"Here, how about I make it up to you?" Fjord reached out his hand to help you up.

"Haha I appreciate it-" WHUMP. You were back on your ass, and this time it was nearly impossible to tell anyone's laughs apart, including your own. You spot Caduceus joining the group, chuckling heavily and leaning on his staff for support, the humor of the situation catching up to him. After a more genuine apology and plenty more stifled giggles, Fjord finally took your hand and actually helped you up.

"You better believe I'll get you back for that," you say with a devious smirk.

"Oh, how will I sleep at night, knowing vengeance is ever creeping around the corner," he feigned a terrified expression, with his hands on the side of his face to complete the look.

"You better believe it's coming for you. Say, could you remind me how you feel about spiders? Oh, I could also have Jester message my dear friend Rose, you remember her right? The pale young woman with long black hair? If I do recall, she travels with a carnival as a contortionist," as you propose your plans to the half-orc, a more genuine unease spreads throughout his features.

"You wouldn't dare," he gasps. You boop him on the nose.

"Hey c'mon, chill out sea legs. I promise I'm just messing with you. . . or am I. . ." you let out an extremely exaggerated evil laugh.

The rest of the trip is carried through while the Mighty Nein shares stories of similar experiences to what you just went through. Of course, you're not without a few stories of your own. As the group trudges onwards, your spirits are lifted, and you feel it's possible that together, you all could take on any challenge.

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You sigh a long-winded sigh. That whole ordeal started out so wholesome. The second-hand embarrassment is almost too much when you hear a knock on the door.

"It's Jester and Cadeucus, can we come in?" you hear the melodious voice of your horned friend through the door. They open the door to let themselves in, the question being more of courtesy rather than a genuine request. They wore worried expressions on their faces, and it dawns on you they must feel rather powerless at the moment. Jester wore a dark brown satchel on her hip, covered in an assortment of straps and buckles. The cluttered sound of glass vials and bottles fills the silence as she sets it down on your bedside table.

"Yeza has been working on an antidote from the notes of the alchemists, with Veth's help of course." her smile makes you feel like you could recover almost instantaneously, but her eyes gave away the truth of the situation.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "it's going to take a couple of, um, servings... of it to get the poison out of your system." That didn't surprise you, in fact, it was better than you had hoped. You figured you would have to endure an entirely natural recovery period, but you were blessed with the help of a talented alchemist after all. The recovery wasn't what you were most worried about at the moment.

"You're worried about Fjord aren't you?" Caduceus abruptly observed. Right, you can't hide anything from Cad.

"Is it written all over my face or something?" you joke, trying to keep the mood lighthearted.

"Survivor's guilt is a potent force in this life, but with enough time I'm sure he'll forgive himself.". You dignify his wisdom with a groan. You'd think that since you were the one that was infirmed, you'd be feeling the worst out of everyone. You suppose it was naive, the Mighty Nein's empathy, sympathy, and compassion truly knows no limit.

"So where is Fjord right now?" you prod, since the conversation was already on the subject.

"He's up on the roof praying to the Wildmother. He's gone up there every day for the past week ever since. . . the thing happened. He usually meditates for a couple of hours." a conflicted look of pride on Caduceus's face. It's good that Fjord was showing some dedication to his diety... albeit for perhaps the wrong reasons. In your mind he in no way needs to atone, after all, it was you who got yourself into this mess.

A few moments of silence pass.

"Soo... how am I going to be administered this antidote exactly?" Caduceus and Jester's faces light up.

"We made you tea!" Jester happy exclaims, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands together. Seemingly out of thin air, Caduceus produces a piping hot cup of tea, and you are once again thankful that these two are overseeing your recovery.

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Having cleared out the first two chambers of the ruins, the party halts to let Veth scout ahead. The chamber you rest in has foliage coating the stone walls in the most beautiful and unique way. The leaves and stems of the plant life are a dull-ashen gray, while the petals and venation glow with the smolder of a burnt-out campfire. Contact with the flowers or ferns evokes the feeling of sticking your hand close to a blacksmith's forge, not enough to burn, but a unique sensation for sure when the source is vegetation.

"Do you think these plants are spicy?" Jester inquires to no one in particular, leaned in close to a charcoal-colored rose with fiery crimson petals.

"Well if not on the way in, I'm sure they do a lot of damage on the way out," Beau grins, "Yasha I dare you to eat one!". As Beau goes to pick the rose being inspected by Jester, a short plume of flame spurts from where the stem is severed.

"Yeah... how about we don't go eating the flaming death roses," Fjord proposes, his face palmed in his hand.

"I agree with Fjord on this one, although I wouldn't mind grabbing a few samples for Veth and Yeza to perhaps research. It could be useful in the future, should we encounter things like them," Caleb slowly procures a few specimens as he speaks. ---

(WIP Since I'm stuck and lacking inspiration ;-; )

[nightowlwriting]

summary: beau deserves kindness, and you intend to give it to her. (part 1/13 of the kindness series, a thematically connected series of c2/exu imagines)

word count: ≈400

warnings: allusion to beau's past, set in early c2

note: i'm only on episode uhhhh like 14 of c2 so that's what's going on here

masterlist - request - support my work? - ao3

Kindness for Beau is a strange thing.

You do your best to be kind to her in small, gentle ways. Anything more than that and she’ll do one of two things: run or confront. You don’t really know her as well as you’d like to, but you know that much, at least. Besides, you know just by the way that she carries herself and reacts to things around her, that Beau hasn’t experienced a lot of gentleness in her life.

That, you think, is a shame. Everyone deserves a gentle hand on their skin, or a gentle voice bidding them goodnight. You do your best to give that to her. When you’re traveling to Zadash, you make sure you’re next to her in the cart. You make sure to brush against her skin in a way that can’t be anything but intentional, leaving soft hands on her arm or her back. You lean against her when you’re tired, and offer her your shoulder when her eyes begin to droop. She confronts you on the first real night you spend in Zadash while Jester is at the tavern.

Beau corners you in the room you’re sharing with them both, eyes hard and fists shaking where they’re clenched at her sides. “What do you want?” She spits, her presence swelling to fill the whole room. For a moment - a brief, fleeting moment - you think you’ve made a mistake. Maybe she just lives like that and likes living like that. But you don’t back down. Just in case.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you… Why are you doing what you’re doing?” Her voice, deep and raspy, shakes with uncertainty and it makes you frown. She doesn’t even know how to phrase the kindness she’s receiving. Your stomach tightens and you swallow harshly.

“I’m just being kind, Beau.” You reach for her, slowly, so that she can pull away if she wants to. She doesn’t, and you take her hand. “You deserve kindness, and I don’t think you get it nearly as often as you should. Especially not traveling like we are, fighting what we fight. I don’t think you’ve ever gotten the kind of kindness that you should get.” She twitches almost imperceptibly but doesn’t pull her hand away from yours. You take that as a win even though maybe you shouldn’t, and begin to rub soft circles on her rough, battle-worn knuckles with your thumb.

“I don’t… I don’t deserve kindness, and even if I did, what kind would I deserve?” You smile, then, at the way she’s giving you a little wiggle room to continue what you’re doing. Slowly, carefully, you bring her knuckles to your lips before pressing a kiss against them.

“Beauregard, you deserve a gentle world and a gentle hand.”

[agoracactus]

M9 x Reader - Real Life AU Headcanon

just got some ideas what the M9 is like in real life, and since i cant draw shit imma rely on words lol hope u enjoy!!

Caleb Widogast

He is a semi-famous detective fiction writer, works at home and rarely goes out. You have to drag him out of his study and force him to do grocery shopping with you, so he can take a break from his desk. He loves having you around, he would grab his laptop and cuddle with you on the sofa while you’re watching Netflix.

Usually has his curly copper red hair that runs past his shoulder tied up into a messy bun- sometimes with a pencil. He washes his hair every other day, and just leaves it dry naturally so he can do more work. Sometimes you make him sit and blow dry his hair, then comb through it gently. He’d mumble about how he doesn’t need it, that his hair would dry eventually. But he’s actually very happy about you taking care of him.

He goes to bed later than you do, sometimes he doesn’t sleep all night. He makes breakfast every morning and would sit with you, making sure you had your breakfast before you head out. Then he would go take a nap, or do some cleaning around the house, before he returns to his writing.

Has the world’s most comfortable cardigan collection, and they are all slightly oversized for him for being washed so many times. You steal his cardigan all the time. When he needs to leave town for a business trip, he’d come home finding you asleep on the sofa in his cardigan. He’d stand there staring at you for a few minutes, taking in the scene with a smile on his face, then he’d wake you and walk you back to bed.

Actually a very good driver, and genuinely likes driving you to places. Sometimes when he drives he hums, sometimes is just some random tune he made up, sometimes is something you know and you would sing it out loud. He would join the car karaoke eventually.

When he’s drunk--- which is rare, he doesn’t really drinks--- he’d grab you and waltz in the living room. You’d be tipsy and giggly while he holds on to you turning in circles and hums.

You have to trim his hair when it gets too long, for he refuses to “spend money on unnecessary things”. When it gets too long you’d braid it and take pictures to set as your lock screen.

Sometimes when a discussion gone too intense, he’d walk away from you and back to his study. It frustrates you at first. After a while you learned that he walks away to stop himself from saying anything that might hurt you. After he cooled down he’d come back to you with a cup of hot cocoa or a hug, and mumble apologies. Then you’d sit down and talk.

Mollymauk Tealeaf

He’s a stage manager for a rock band, travels all the time. Sometimes he brings you with him if you can work out your schedule. If you couldn’t make it, he’d call you everyday when he’s not there with you.

LOTS of piercing. He has all sorts of dangling bits on his ears. An eyebrow piercing, and a nose stud. He used to have his lip and tongue pierced as well, after learning that you’re a bit weirded out when you make out, he took them off.

Has very pale skin and very dark hair. All the colorful tattoos that covered the half of his body stand out vividly on his pale skin. No piercing on his body as he claims “They caught on things.”

Has scars of self-harm all over his upper torso. You cried when you learned about this, which made him panicked. He wrapped a blanket around you with you in his arms, and he talked quietly about his teenage years. He reassured you that he’s better now and he hasn’t hurt himself in years, and promised you he would never do it again.

Lot’s of accessories. Bracelets, necklaces, rings... and he switches them out to match his outfit.

When he’s at work, he wears simple white T-shit, ripped black jeans and high combat boots. Other times he’s a walking fashion show, rocking all sorts of outfit across the gender spectrum. You used to feel underdressed and insecure walking next to him, he made sure you understand you are perfect just the way you are. When you asked him to help you shop and update your wardrobe, he was more than happy to do so. Now when you two go out, he makes sure he matches what you’re wearing, either the color palette or the fabric, even it's just the accessories.

He used to smoke, but not often. It's more of a means of socializing in his line of work. After you tell him that you are worried about his health, and wish him to quit, he chews bubble gums instead. Now he only smokes when he’s overwhelmed with anxiety and when you’re not around to comfort him.

Shares skincare and makeup products with you, not like he needs the makeups, he has perfect skin and it makes you jealous. Sometimes you would help him do his eyeliner because he keeps poking himself in the eye--- you suspected that he was faking it so you can get close to him, but you enjoy doing his makeup anyway.

Has pamper night with you. Make homemade facemasks from his special recipe, and do each other’s nails. He’s very friendly with the band’s makeup team, he’d share all sorts of beauty tips with you.

A little bit too skinny. You worried if he’s eating properly when he’s away. After a while you realized that he has normal portion of meal- if not more- he just doesn’t gain weight.

You don’t really fight, but when you do he’s always the first to apologize and would do anything he can to put a smile back on your face. He would talk to you after you calmed down.

Caduceus Clay

A Lifestyle coach. The most healthy person you know. Doesn’t force you into a healthier lifestyle, but you get motivated/ashamed into being healthier anyway.

Has a little greenhouse with all sorts of vegetation. He’s a morning person, every morning you’d find him watering and talking to his plants in his little sanctuary. He has a little tray of food and water for the birds at the window of his greenhouse, once you saw squirrels came to visit.

Makes great food. Mostly vegetarian, but if you crave meat he would make it for you. Sometimes you cook together, although it’s mostly he doing the work and you distracting him.

You help dye his roots pink. His natural hair is brown, so it takes some time for the color to stick. You usually catch up with each other’s life during this time.

Actually had wild teenage years, nothing can really surprise him. He would pop the most random experience during dinner, makes you wonder if he’s lying or did he really lived a thousand lifetimes.

Dresses in a boho style. Even the interior design of the house speaks boho. He does own some formal wears for your date nights, but you felt that he could try some different things. You tried to persuade him into changing his wardrobe, but somehow he's able to find some more formal boho wears, so you gave up. He looks good anyway.

He makes tea for you when you’re working, and gives you a good massage on your neck and shoulders when he senses the tension. Sometimes he even gives you a scalp massage.

Knows reiki healing. When you’re too stressed out and couldn’t sleep, he’d do some reiki healing on you. It’s greatly relaxing while his calming voice eases you from the anxiety, and you often fall asleep before the session is completed.

He’s a tall guy. It intimidated you when you first met. After spending some time together you realized he’s the most gentle man you’ve ever met. You never fight, whenever there’s a conflict he tries to solve it calmly and with reason. 

He likes knitting/crocheting. He makes decorations and blankets for the house, and comfy sweater for you.

You wear his shirts to sleep, as they are huge for you. He adores it cuz you seem smaller than you do when you’re in his shirt.

Loves the nature, would take you to national parks and beaches for a walk. Plans a camping trip every year, either it’d be nights in a tent with cozy campfires in the forest or a little wooden cabin near the lake.

Yasha Nydoorin

She’s the bassist of the band Molly works for, the two of them are close.

She doesn’t bring you along when she needs to travel for work, as she prefers staying focus. However as soon as the show is over, she catches the next plane and goes straight back home to you no matter how late it is.

Mostly dress in black and white. Once when you went shopping together, you caught her staring at a flowery summer dress, so you bought it for her birthday, which made her very happy. But she only wears it for your date night. Sometimes she wear the clothes you bought for her- none black and white- on stage, Molly would teases her but she doesn’t mind.

Not very good at singing. Only because she gets too nervous and couldn’t get her voice out. After you reassuring her she has a beautiful voice and that you would never judge her, she shyly sang you the songs she wrote for you- although still a bit out of tune.

When she’s working on a new song, she’d have her hair tied into a simple ponytail- if you’re not there braiding it and distracting her.

Owns a jet black motorbike, and when she’s not working she’d send you to work and pick you up after.

Doesn’t wear makeups, and doesn’t really know how to, Molly usually is the one she goes to if she needs makeup. When you two moved in together you had to educate her on doing skincare, and had to remind her the importance of sunscreen, for she has very pale skin. Now she comes to you for smoky eyes, and if she’s feeling adventurous, she’d let you do some more colorful looks.

You two don’t really argue, she always agrees to you. Sometimes you wish she has more opinions of her own, and you’d encourage her to do so. Once she had a different idea of where she wanted to go for the weekends- she said it timidly- you were over the moon and it actually gave her more confident. 

She feels bad about how she’s always away for work, even though you told her a million times you don’t mind. She often tries to do nice things for you, bringing you trinkets when she comes home, taking pictures on her travels so she can show you afterwards. She tried cooking for you once but she’s terrible at it, and almost burnt the house down.

Had no concept of “pajamas” before meeting you, she used to wear a pair of tight black jeans and nothing on top to bed. Now her travelling bag is packed with different color of pastel PJs that are made with the softest materials. She felt awkward putting them on at first- even though no one would see her- after realizing these are washed with the same detergent you’re using, she loves them.

Beauregard Lionett

She’s a personal trainer working in your gym. And she was actually the one who came up to you first. It was so awkward that you actually laughed, making her flustered and wanted to ran away. You apologized and accepted her date invitation eventually.

She‘s also an amateur boxer, and has won several contests. She doesn’t really care about the trophies, she left them in the corner of a cupboard gaining dust. After you moved in together, you found every one of the medal and trophy she owns, polished them and put them on the shelf for display.

Before you met, all she wore was comfy-training outfit. Now she has various style to choose from, for you buying her clothes all the time, claiming anything would look nice on her with her perfectly fit body.

She usually wakes up early, do her morning exercises, shower, then bring coffee to your room to wake you up. Then the two of you would cuddle and discuss the plan for the day.

Teaches you self-defense skills and makes sure you can counteract anytime anywhere. Meaning she’d tackle you anytime anywhere.

When you first got together, she’d say hurtful things during a fight. She would then beat herself up and do some extreme training till she couldn’t move anymore. She’s better at communication now after having several “social training” sessions with her friend, Fjord, and she would slowly count to ten while focusing on her breath when she feels like she would say something to hurt you.

Very socially awkward. She relies on you in most social situations, but you give her small tips and let her practice when you got the chance. It’s sort of a pay back for tackling you in public but you’d never admit it.

A terrible driver, both skill-wise and manner-wise. You banned her to drive your car after she crashed it the second time. Now she drives more carefully, but still has bad temper when she does.

She secretly planned to get you a pet for your birthday, but couldn’t decide on if she should get you a puppy or a kitten. So she got you both.

Has drink night with her friends every other week, sometimes she brings you with her. But when you’re not there, all she talks about is you.

Jester Lavorre

She works as an independent fashion designer. All her inspirations are coming from you, and she wouldn’t let you wear anything that’s not from her. She’d go without sleep to make you new clothes if she has to.

You have to look after her diet, for she only has pastries for her meals. On the weekends you would force her out of bed in the morning and make her jog with you around the block. She always wines at first, and is always the last to want to go home.

Has puffy bob hair in the color of hazel, and light freckles on her face. It takes her hours to take care of her hair, and sometimes she screams in frustration in the bathroom. You’d come in to help while trying to calm her. Eventually you’d give her a cute side braid with a flower pin, and she’d thank you with a kiss on the cheek.

She has an obsession of unicorns. Her collection is insane. At one point you had to rent a storage place for all the plushies. After a serious talk you now have a displaying cupboard dedicating to her unicorn collections, and only two are allowed to be out.

She has a very close relationship with her mother, and you two would go over to her house almost every week to have dinner. Marion absolutely adores you, and sees you as her second child.

When you first met, she often spoke about her uncle Artagan. The more you learned about this “uncle” the less you trust him. You found out that he wasn’t actually related to her when you first met him, which made you grew hostile towards him. After a while you realized that he actually cares about Jester very much, and now you two are on better terms.

She is very confident about herself, always has bold makeup and dresses in bright colors. She also gives you a lot of compliments, making you feel good about yourself as well.

Being the daughter of a famous actress, she usually can get free premiere tickets to huge movies, and you two would have a special date night.

You adore her pranks. They are usually harmless and funny. Sometimes you join her in her plan, and sometimes you would have to pull her back once you sense that it might go too far.

You sometimes fight, but it’s never anything serious, and it always ends up with giggles and jokes.

Fjord

Former professional swimmer, now a swimming coach, specifically coaching national team. You joked about him might actually be a fish, for he has to go swim everyday or he’d lose his mind.

You ususally play video games with him, and you are actually better than him. Sometimes he gets frustrated for losing, and it hurts his pride a little. When you noticed he’s getting frustrated you’d subtly lose to him on purpose. He appreciates that a lot.

Mostly wears soft and comfortable clothes, meaning T-shirts and sweat pants. You tried to style him a couple of times, but he’s a stubborn little brat, so you gave up eventually. He’s in such good shape that even plain white T looks like a fashion item on him.

Owns a sports bike. He often takes you on a road trip, driving you to the beach. You would had dinner while enjoying the beautiful sunset before heading home with the night scene of the city aside.

Being a bulky dude as he is, he’s actually a timid guy. You make him watch horror movies with you, with all the lights out. He’d claim that he’s not afraid, while sitting as close to you as he can. You are often distracted from the movie, and focus more on his reaction. And of course, you are the one who has to take care of the bugs in the bathroom.

You help giving advice and social tips to his friend, Beauregard, when she comes over for dinner, complaining about how she couldn’t keep her clients. She likes you a lot and would tease Fjord about how he doesn’t deserve you.

Is actually a helpless romantic. Romcom makes him cry every time. He’d buy you flowers when he’s back from work.

Veth Brenatto -  Platinum

Owns a tailor shop, although she doesn’t know how to sew. She likes pretty buttons and has a great collection. Sometimes you wonder if she opened the shop just so she can have all the buttons.

She’s the “mom friend” everyone has. Always takes good care of you. When you come over for dinner, she makes sure you have more than enough, and would let you take the leftover home.

She’s a petite woman, but she’s fierce, she’d stab anyone who dare to hurt you.

You often go babysit Luk, her son, when Mr and Mrs Brenatto are having a date night. You’d play board games together in the afernoon, have whatever Veth left in the fridge for dinner and watch cartoons on TV. Usually the couple would come home, finding both of you asleep at the couch.

You’re Luk’s best friend. He likes you so much that he claimed more than once that he wants to marry you when he grew up.

Tries to set you up with her customers, or Yeza’s co-workers at the medicine company.

When she learned about you finally started dating someone, she invited you and your partner to dinner, and hit them with all sorts of questions, all had a slight hostile undertone. Yeza had to ease the tension with awkward jokes, and grew more and more nervous as he’s both ashamed and terrified with his wife. While you’re trying to hold in a laugh at how Veth put on her terrifying face so she can make sure you’re ok. At the end of the night, Veth basically threatened that she will kill your partner if they ever hurt you by a hair. You were glad that your partner didn’t mind the way Veth treated them. After the first dinner, and a few months of dating, she would treat your partner as family.

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Change with the Tides (pt. 6)

A/N I just did one episode here. Also, I apologize in advance.

You had shared a tent with Jester, so the first thing you noticed was the lack of excitement and blue as you woke up.

Maybe she was just making breakfast. So you crept outside.

There was no Jester. No Fjord. No Yasha.

Panic crept in as you woke up the others. Everyone's stuff was untouched, there was no sign of any of them, you didn’t even remember hearing Jester get back from watch last night.

Molly had been especially nice to you since that night in Hupperdook. Even now, he kept close to you while you searched.

You snapped your head up at the sound of Beau shouting, along with a voice you didn’t recognize. 

As you run over towards the shouting match, you take note of the Dwarven form, shifting your features to your usual human form. The Dwarf, a woman named Keg, explained that the rest of the Nein were taken by a slaver group called the Iron Shepards. 

You had heard of them. A few of the orphanage owners would threaten to sell you to them when you misbehaved. They held it above your head how valuable you’d be on the market, how easy it would be to get rid of you.

A day later, you’re crouched beside Keg waiting for the Iron Shepards to walk into your path. You hadn’t dropped your form once, and the others made sure that you were able to shift before Keg saw you. 

It was hard to stop shifting into Fjord, Jester, or Yasha in your sleep, and it was definitely affecting everyone. Beau was unusually silent, she had barely spoken to you after she had shaken you awake because you had accidentally shifted into Jester. 

Soon, the Shepards crossed the line, and Keg cut down the tree to stop the caravan.

Spells ricochet through the air as Nott runs into a cart and vanishes. Soon, you're fighting against Ruzza, and as you strike at her over and over again, you feel a blast of cold wind, and look over towards Lorenzo.

Molly and Beau both charge toward him, and as you try to separate yourself from the fight with Ruzza, you watch Molly run towards Lorenzo, drawing his sword across his own chest and he does.

For a moment, can’t see anything else, just the purple teifling crashing to the ground.

Your hesitation gave Ruzza the advantage, and she tackled you to the ground. 

A cart divided you from the others. 

You watched in horror as Lorenzo held his wicked glaive above Mollymauk's chest, pressing slowly into his scarred chest. 

You screamed.

Molly spat blood at Lorenzo’s face.

Lorenzo twisted the glaive.

You kept screaming.

You felt your body shift again, heard Ruzza curse, and felt a cold prick at your neck.

And as you faded from consciousness, you watched Molly. You watched the breath leave his chest, the blood trickle from his lips.

You watched as Mollymauk Tealeaf’s eyes never closed, even as yours did.

[a-write-for-soreeyes]

HDYWTDT? - Critical Role Cast x Platonic!Reader [Gender Neutral]

An// I am back from talking about MCYTs for one day only!! To give you a 500 word Critical Role fic lmao.

AN// your DnD characters name is Lex as it is the most gender neutral name I could come up with!

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“Ok, and that’s Ashley’s turn done. Which means it is,,, y/n! Your turn.” Matt says as he looks up from the miniature battlefield on the table before us to look me in the eye.

“Ok, roll to hit.”

“Oh god.” I whisper as I grab my coloured D20, shaking it and letting it fall into my dice container. Feeling Liam put his hand on my shoulder as we wait for the tiny plastic to decide mine, and the rest of the Mighty Nein’s fate. Seeing the tiny die come to a stop I hear Liam let out a loud laugh as voices saying, “NO FUCKING WAY” “MATTHEW DUDE” “HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE” as I hold my arms in the air yelling “NAT 20. NAT 20 BABEYYY. PLUS MY +3 HIT MODIFIER. 23!”

“NO WAY. Y/N. NO WAY.” Matthew says as he leans over to check, getting his shoulders shaken by Travis as he breathes out a laugh. “Ok then. Roll damage!”

“Come on y/n! You got this!” Marisha yelled words of encouragement.

“Ok that’s, 18. Plusss,,,12.”

“30” Sam says from my left,

“Plus…FUCK OFF. NO WAY.” I yell as I clamber up on my chair.

“Y/N. DID YOU GET ANOTHER NAT 20???” Matthew yelled as Laura looks at me with shock before looking at the die and then back at me.

“MR MERCER. YES THAT WAS. Which means that I have done,,, FIFTY points of damage!” I say excitedly as I put my legs back on the floor, waiting in silent suspense for Matthew to decide our fate.

“So y/n.” He starts letting out a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead. “Oh god.” I head Talisin whisper out from beside me as we all begin to hang our heads, waiting for my character to be pummeled by the gigantic ice dragon,

“How do you want to do this?” Hearing cheers and yells go up around the table as we all stand and start high-fiving, feeling Liam wrap his arm around me giving a shaky hug before turning to Marisha and Travis giving them high-fives. Then feeling my body turned towards the other side of the table as Talisin, Sam and Ashley give me a huge group hug before sitting down waiting impatiently for me to say how I finish the huge 15 story tall Ice Dragon off.

“So as I JUMP off of the cliffside I raise my long sword above my head pulling it as FAR back as possible before yelling, ‘THIS. IS FOR THE MIGHTY NEIN.” Cheers erupt around the table overwhelming Matthews laughs, “and I bring my longsword down right on its neck!”

“And as Lex brings their sword down right on its neck you see it pass through it’s body like a bolt of lightning, BOOM! Before the ear splitting noise the dragon was making fall into complete silence in a second. And as Lex lands gracefully on the ground kneeling on one knee, standing up to their full height you see the dragons ginormous head fall onto the ground behind them with a loud booming squelch and a small rain of blue blood falls onto Lex’s clothing and armour, coating their pure white hair with blue flecks of dragons blood.” As we look at him describe the feat feeling as though we are there, able to feel the last bit of warmth leave the dragons dead body Matt says, “and that is where we’ll have to end this session tonight.”

“Goodnight everyone.”