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[sporadically-writing]

Fear of the Past

Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf x Reader, Past!Mollymauk Tealeaf x Reader, Good Friend Caduceus Clay

Warnings: Potential spoilers for The Mighty Nein Reunited

Word Count: 1,070

“Caduceus?” you ask, interrupting the firbolg’s gardening.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Caduceus turns, taking in your nervous body language immediately. “Sure,” he says, handing you a small gardening tool, “As long as you don’t mind helping me with these vegetables.”

You take it, happy to help and have something to do with your hands besides twiddling your thumbs. “Sure!”

Caduceus quietly gardens with you for a moment, giving you the time to find the words you want to say.

“Sooooo…”

“So” he says.

“Sooo,” you begin again, “it’s been a while since we’ve all been together.” 

“Yeah,” Caduceus agrees, “It’s nice to see everybody again. Sorry I couldn’t make for the whole-”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him, “You and your family had a lot going on around here. Besides, something told me you wouldn't have been comfortable on a boat again. You had your fair share of that before.”

Caduceus chuckles. “Yeah. I’m sensing this isn’t what you wanted to talk about though.”

Your nervousness returns. It was one thing to battle these feelings in your head by yourself, it was a whole other thing to confide them with someone else, but here you go.

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I- I know you aren’t really the person to ask about this kind of thing but, honestly, you’re the only one I think I can really talk to about this.”

“Why’s that, if you don’t mind me asking” Caduceus says, pulling at a particularly entrenched piece of vegetation. 

“Well, Fjord and Caleb have their own romantic problems to be worried about, Jester and Veth would try to “fix it” by setting up a date, Beau would just make fun of me and I don’t think Yasha would have the sort of answers I’m looking for.”

“There’s a pretty important exclusion in that list” Caduceus notices.

“Yeah…” you respond.

“I see what’s going on now.”

“I just… I don’t know how to tell him how I feel without him worrying about Molly.”

“I see,” Caduceus says, growing a touch more serious. He sets his tools down and turns to face you fully. “I was a bit after Molly’s time, obviously, so I can’t really speak to what your experience was with him but, I can ask you this. Do you feel like your feelings for Kingsley are in any way residual from what you felt for Molly?”

“I used to think so.”

“Okay” Caduceus says, signaling for more.

“But… the more I got to know Kingsley as his own person outside of the other two, I think I feel in love all over again.”

“That’s great” Caduceus says, “Why don’t you just tell him that?”

“Caduceus.”

“What?”

“I can’t just do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I- I’m scared.”

Caduceus smiles softly at you. “I can understand that.” He reaches over and grabs one of your hands and says, “But all things considered, I don’t think you have anything to really be scared of. You took on an entire floating city, brokered peace between two opposing nations, fought a giant sea snake recently and so many other things.”

“I didn’t do any of those things alone, Caduceus.”

“No,” he agrees, “and I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be afraid. Fear touches every living thing. But I don’t think you have anything to be worried about.” Caduceus tilts his head, indicating something behind you. “Because I think he’s scared too.”

Behind you, silently watching this conversation, is Kingsley in all his pirate glory. However, the stance he holds in this particular moment is not one befitting of a swashbuckler. He is trying to seem like he is uninterested but you catch him looking over at the two of you. There’s a fidgety nature to him, like he wants to do two things at the same time.

You do not have the power to read minds, but if you did you would understand that the newest Tealeaf is at war with himself in this moment. His feet and heart long to move toward you while his brain and body refuse to move by the same type of overwhelming fear that you expressed to Caduceus. 

Caduceus leans over to whisper to you, “You’re a hero. Go save him. You can help me with the garden after.”

The joke almost excuses the shove Caduceus bestows upon you but regardless, you’re moving in Kingsley’s direction. 

As you approach Kingsley reacts immediately, acting as if he had been looking the other way and just noticed you. It was a little silly and made you feel at least a little bit better about your own fears. 

“Oh, uh, hello dear, loving weather this afternoon” Kingsley says, with a thin layer of faux nonchalance.

“Hi Kingsley,” you say, “It’s, uh, it’s really good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.”

“Listen, I've got something I want to tell you.”

“This isn’t about-”

“Please just, just wait. I’ve needed to say this for a long time and I don’t want it to get confused or misconstrued. I-” you take a breath as the tiefling in front of you falls quiet- “I love you Kingsley. And I know how that sounds. I know that a lot of the time you feel like you have this pressure on you to be like Molly and you don’t. I know you’ve read Beau’s journals, I know you know what Molly and I were. It’s taken me a while to figure this out but I didn’t want to talk to you about it until I was sure, but I love you. You as yourself, not you as an echo of Molly.”

You take a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts and continue, “You are your own brand of chaos and fit right into our weird little family and even if you don’t feel the same way, I just- I thought you should know.”

Kingsley is stunned for a moment before he takes a tentative step towards you.

“Love,” he says, the word coming out almost like a question, like he’s testing the word in his mouth, “Can I kiss you?”

And who are you to say no to The Plank King. 

A few feet away, happily working with the plants that surround his family home, Caduceus smiles, with plans to pull the both of you into yard work with him as soon as you’ve had some time to yourselves.

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Request Rules/Character Sheet

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there so I saw a headcanon of Vox Machina having a s/o who is usually calm and nice sort of like the mom friend of the group and one day at a tavern a person picking fun at the member the s/o is with and the s/o being like: “Hold my ale.” All nice and sweet before fucking beating the other person up without hesitation. So I'm wondering if you can do this with the mighty nein as well.

One ale 🍺 coming up!!

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Nott/Veth

Some ass was giving her a hard time at the tavern but you were not having it. The minute you stand to defend her, she’s equally emotional at your protection but also raucously cheering you on. Or joining in

Jester

Just as every bit of fiery as you but she’s all blushes and giggles when you defend her, a “my hero” kiss on the cheek when you come back

Mollymauk/Kingsley

Honestly he’s quite impressed with how good you are in a fight and once you come back over to sit by him, he’s proud to show you off, “next round is on me”

Caleb

There’s an itching feeling he gets whenever someone tries to cause him problems, but the anxieties leave him when you step up for him. It makes him feel protected after so many years of pain before

Fjord

Easily knows he could overtake someone but it’s a sense of pride he gets when you stick up for him. Even more amusing if he or said offender towers over you

Cadeuces

Ever the calm cleric, he’ll just casually sip away at his drink as you deliver, giving side eye to the one who insulted him earlier, “I mean, I did warn you…”

Essek

Not one to stand for rudeness, and though he’s itching to cast that Dumancy, it’s more lovingly entertaining watching you do the honors

Beauregard

She knows you can handle yourself and actively encourages you when you get into it with someone, a proud “kick their ass babe!”

Yasha

She can only have a faux sense of concern for said offender before you’re winding up to smack them down, a bit of a smug “oh you shouldn’t have done that”

[railroad-migraine]

Hey Poet ♥️ I had to put my bird and companion of 12 years to sleep earlier today... I was hoping it would be okay to request Molly, Kingsley, Ashton and Caduceus comforting a Ranger SO (friend in Cad’s case) who had their beast companion pass away? I hope it’s not too grim of a prompt, thanks a lot either way! And thank you for what you do, your lovely writing brings joy to many people :)

Oh darling I'm so sorry. We also recently had a family pet put to sleep and it is very hard, but know that you provided your lil friend a wonderful life and that's something to make it easier as time passes 🩶

Comforting Ranger!GN!Reader

Ashton 💚

Is the shoulder to cry on that you've always needed. They're a strong presence, someone reliable to lean on, something physical and real to keep you grounded and help you not lose yourself in feelings.

They say they have difficulty with words, but Ashton surprises even himself with the soft tone and even softer things he offers you. Little phrases of encouragement, of how things will get better, and how you're not going to carry this alone. You have him and friends who care about you - he ignores the hot feeling in his face when your teary eyes meet his upon the confession - and pulls you into their side with a soft "I got you."

-

Caduceus 💜

Arguably the best person on the list to console you after losing someone you held dear. If it's something you'd like, he'll organise a little ceremony - allow memories of the good and fun moments shared with your companion to take centre stage. It's a happy occasion, with friends in attendance, a celebration of their life, their love, and how they made a home in your heart.

Cad takes time out of his day to sit with you, share tea and treats and the quiet tranquility of his porch, content to give you silent support but even more eager to offer counsel if that's what you seek. He understands how you're feeling, and guides you through them with careful, attentive ease.

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Molly 💜

He knows what it's like to mourn a life, be that of a friend's or the past that he will never truly know. He makes sure that as you're processing this change in your life, that you continue to look after yourself. He ensures that you eat, even if you don't feel hungry. He washes your hair and cleans your face, helps you change into fresh clothes, coaxes you outdoors to feel warm sunlight on your skin. He wants to remind you to keep living, to enjoy it just as your pet beast did.

Life moves on. It always will. Your animal came into your life unexpectedly, just as you came into Molly's life. He's there for you, to get you through the day, the week, the month, and beyond. It happens gradually, as all wounds heal, but eventually he sees you smile at him more and he knows it hurts a little less. He smiles back, all teeth and pride for you.

-

Kingsley 💜

He's still discovering the big emotions that come with experiencing life. Grief is one of them. He fumbles in the beginning, and is scared to say anything in the fear of hurting you further, but he feels more confident after you melt into his arms and let him hold you for who knows how long. He realises later that a distraction can help further along healing.

So that's what Kingsley does. He spends more time with you, takes you sailing and has you steer the ship (with his professional supervision of course). He drags you into dances along the deck and sings you songs before bed. He holds your hand as you fall asleep, and tells you how grateful he is that you're there with him. Thanks you for giving him that - just as you had given your familiar that.

[railroad-migraine]

I got a migraine, thought about Kingsley for a second, and it went away. I just felt like this was important to share. He's A+ pain medication now and I think he should give me kisses until I'm totally sure the pain's gone-

As someone with chronic migraines, I wish a Kingsley thought would help me out 😭 Hope you feel better now sweetheart x

Whoops I slipped and this happened 👀 Fluffy cuteness

~ Poet

Pain Relief

-> Kingsley Tealeaf x GN!Reader

"And you're sure there's nothing - anything at all - that I can get you?"

You peep out from under the soft quilts of the bed, the closed drapes by the window casting the room in a warm sepia tone that's gentle on your sore eyes. The captain of the ship stands beside you with his hands on his hips, peering down his nose with a concerned crimson gaze that sends a flutter of affection through you.

"More water? A sleep mask, perhaps?" Kingsley suggests, running a hand through his untamed curls. "I can fetch the healer for you, it's no problem at all, love. You have to listen to what your body needs."

You purse your lips in a playful pout. The aching throb in your temple has lessened considerably since the ship had docked and your lover came to check on you in your shared quarters. It is still present, a little constant pinch, but far kinder than the wave of sudden pain you experienced a few hours ago. Taking his hand in yours, you give it a comforting squeeze. "You worry too much about me."

"I worry because I care about you," he says, easy as breathing. He hunkers down at your bedside, smooths the blanket over your shoulders and gives you a half pleading half exasperated look. "Come on. Ask, and your wish is my command."

You know he's got errands to do, deals to make and contacts to cheat on shore. But you also know he won't leave your side until he is completely sure that he's done all he can for you.

He wants to be useful.

So, you make him useful.

"Kiss me."

He tilts his head. "Is that all?"

You nod, leaning your head back further into the expensive pillows and allowing your eyes to slide shut. "Yes. That will indeed be all, captain."

You feel Kingsley's amused smirk against your mouth when he leans down and seals his lips with yours. You hum happily and melt into the touch, the pressure in your head alleviating further as his infernal heat bleeds into your body.

It ends too soon.

He draws back an inch and sighs, pulls his bottom lip with his teeth in a pout. "And you're sure there's nothing else-"

"There's nothing more you can do," you chuckle and press your palms to his chest. You push him with little force until he reluctantly stands. "Thank you for your loyal service. Now go!"

He slips out of the darkened room and out onto the deck before you manage to throw a pillow at his overbearing head, but not before casting a fond smile and wink over his shoulder. You take another sip of water from the glass he'd left behind and curl up into a tight little ball with your back to the window. Sleep comes easily.

You feel good as new when he returns that evening - he makes sure to supply you with even more medicinal kisses to ward off any lingering pain.

You allow him.

[demigoddessqueens]

Another round of music asks with the CR crew. Y/N reader with CR Bois.

I see “Jane” here and I know it’s gonna be good

After listening to all of these, this is for….Mollymauk/Kingsley

He swears he’s seen your face a thousand times before but every time he sees it, even as Kingsley, it’s a constant reminder of something good that has remained in his life

you two are thick as thieves, having your own inside jokes and cleverness with each other

Every battle doesn’t seem like it, but he feels afraid it can separate him from you. Be it him gone or….sometimes he fears the worst if you were gone from him…

he didn’t mean to flip out on you in the aftermath of fighting the Iron Angels but you didn’t take it personally. The panicked look in Molly’s eyes tell you it went deeper than that

Festivals are a reprieve for you both, dancing close to each other and keeping the reminder to just unwind and have fun with each other

You let out a deep seated breath after The aftermath of the fight with what remained of Lucien. He may not have been your Molly from before, but Kingsley still retains memories of your face and wants to explore and re-establish what he had with you, no matter how long it takes

[demigoddessqueens]

days 6 and 7

A/n - and with that, I’m

day 6 is here !! Super angsty too!

And here’s day 7 : ao3 here

Summary: When he awoke again for the second time, he was never going to be alone

When he awoke again, the tiefling didn’t realize that he never going to be alone again.

Only this time it wasn’t due to the presences of the one called “Mollymauk” or “Lucien”.

Who was he? Where was he?

From the looks of the tattered and worn chambers, it was a place he never wanted to be in ever again.

All of these eyes on him! Why did they all look at him like that?

Like he was important or belonged to something, or someone.

If anything, this new tiefling reborn felt vulnerable with so many eyes and expressions focused on him.

Empty.

A pair of arms wrapped around him gently but oh so tightly. This white haired woman’s touch felt so familiar. It was kind and welcoming, like he had been here before numerous times.

”No. Not empty!”

[railroad-migraine]

Day 23. Under the oak tree 🎃

-> Kingsley Tealeaf x GN!Reader

Sometimes it's better off not knowing

~ Poet

Your mouth is filled with macaroons and sugared fruit, your hair lightly tousled by the late afternoon breeze that still whisks through the leaves overhead when Kingsley lowers his cup of summer wine and looks at you.

"Is this what friends do?"

The silence that answers him is almost deafening. Best friends, he wants you to say, perhaps even lovers. He would be happy with either, and he resists leaning forward to brush away the crumbs at the corner of your mouth when you dare meet his gaze.

"I don't know," you manage, sounding short of breath. And it's true, you don't - he isn't as playfully coy as Molly, nor as ruthless as Lucien. You're both still new to each other, sitting on a blanket together at the base of a tree older than you can guess.

After a moment, you reach out and hold a tiny pastry to his lips. A peace offering of some sort.

His hand curls around your wrist and he kisses your fingertips instead.

[demigoddessqueens]

Have some Mother’s Day CR asks for you. How would the boys listed below with their kiddos celebrate the reader’s First Mother’s Day and Mother’s Day beyond

Reader x Percy

Reader x Vax

Reader x Caleb x Essek

Reader x Kingsley

Reader x Orym x Will

Reader x Dorian

Reader x Dariax

Reader x Ashton

Reader x Scanlan

This is so wholesome omg 🥹🥰❤️💕

Percy de Rolo

They like to leave little notes for you over the household, sort of like a pseudo scavenger hunt. When you get to the last clue, it’s a custom made necklace with the most beautiful jewels possible.

Percy has the little ones help him “put it on momma”

Vax’ildan

The type to have the kids help make breakfast and then greet you in the morning

The tiny ones want to cuddle and show off the homemade gifts they’ve made while Vax shows a custom piece of jewelry (necklace or bracelet) or elaborate dagger he had commissioned for you

Caleb and Essek

The types to have a fancy feast laid out for you (tiny ones insisted they cooked it delicious!). Caleb was convinced enough to buy momma a new book, and Essek NEEDED to buy ear cuffs

Later, they want to take a nice quaint stroll in the gardens, arm in armm, hand in hand

Kingsley

It’s a day at the beach when the ships dock and making sand castles, soaking up the sun, or visiting the merchants at the port markets

Tiny one has to find the biggest, shiniest shell

Orym and Will

Homemade breakfast in bed with a cuddle session. Each year, there’s a new rune added to mark the love and protection that grows

Dorian

Little ones wanted to write their own song for you, and perform it.

There’s a personalized lyre just for you with their initials carved into it

Dariax

Shopping trip!!!! Whatever your hearts desire is, and whatever the tiny ones thinks looks pretty on you, it’s all yours!!

Ashton

After much bargaining with Chetney, and puppy dog eyes 🥺 from the young ones, there’s an intricately beautiful wood carving piece every year to mark a landmark in your lives

Scanlan

The longest most dramatic epic you could imagine with a verse added each year

Andddd on top of that, he does like to get you nice silken clothes

[railroad-migraine]

Hey!! Could you write something where the reader and Mollymauk are really close and without telling him she gets a huge tattoo sleeve of florals like he has on his arm? Basically because she loves him and wanted to make sure he isn’t the only one people call out for looking different and they just have a really nice moment together 💗 thank you!!

Lovely idea! I went with a gender neutral reader so it's inclusive 💜 Boy, do I miss Molly.

Requests are open!

Song rec: "Hey Lover" by The Daughters of Eve

~ Poet

Matching Tattoos

Molly

Tattoos are an important part of Molly's identity. They hold the same value as his horns, his jewellery, and his loud yet tasteful clothing. Each one has some significance or contribution to his life and story, big and small.

The meaningful ones that remind him of his adventures. The small ones that litter his skin like stars the night sky. The random ones he got for the hell of it. The unexplained ones that reveal a life before his.

You've brought up the tattoos in conversation numerous times with the tiefling, and he's always happy to explain their meanings (or lack thereof) to you. He recently presented his arms to you to hold and to touch, and his neck to inspect and trace the flow of the peacock feather right up to his cheek. Your touch lingered on his skin, and he managed to resist a shiver, realizing the action may have been too intimate for the eyes of others. He promptly excused himself from the table and retreated to his room.

The markings are works of art, so of course he shows them off with pride as often as he can - but they sometimes contribute to stares and unwanted attention received on journeys. While not everyone knows that his confidence occasionally can fail him, he still always has the option to seek comfort in you and the Nein. It's a plus that his anxiety lasts only for short periods of time, and he is normally back to his charmingly proud self in no time.

Jester quickly slipped into his seat, gushing about how you and the lavender tiefling resemble the characters in a spin off novel by the same author as Tusked Love - "Inks and Intimacy."

You brushed her off with a shy smile, but indulged in her description of the tattooed lovers. At some point in her rambles, you mused the idea of getting yourself your own sleeve - purely because you're friends with Molly, and it'd be fun to match... right? Take half the load of curious and conservative gazes he earns from onlookers.

The next time you passed through a town, you managed to organise an appointment with a tattoo artist, come up with a beautiful concept, receive your ink, and heal your arm (thanks to a trusty healing potion Nott swiped). You met with the Nein shortly after, and with a flourish you presented the intricate patterns and range of colours now part of your body. While Jester flocked to your side joyfully, and the others watched on with curious looks, Molly just gaped at you. It was such a bold and impulsive decision...

Later that night, he pulled you aside for a personal examination, gently turning your arm in his grasp as you tried to ignore the heat you felt burning your face. The close proximity between you was welcome though. He was quiet for the most part, simply taking in the artwork and appreciating the craft of it. And just when you thought he had finished with his ministrations, he paused.

Slowly, he traced your skin with a finger, similar to the way you had his. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly - he finally noticed part of the floral design was inspired by his own. He glanced up at you, back at the tattoo, and pressed quick, grateful kiss to a lilac rose.