#cyrus wyvernwind x reader

[railroad-migraine]

Nicknames for You

-> Crown Keepers x GN!Reader 💚

Notes: No one requested this but I wanted to write it.

Dorian, Fearne and Orym's nicknames included in the Bell's Hells version 💙 And also check out the Mighty Nein version 💜

~ Poet

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Dariax 💚

"Baaaabe"

It's a drawn out whine emphasised with grabby hands as if he's been aching for your touch after so many years apart. But in reality, it's just been an hour spent scouting. He tugs on lapels of your long coat, gives you puppy eyes until you incline just a little bit to meet his height so he can nudge your nose with his. He immediately breaks out in a smile, satisfied, and murmurs a sweet "Hi, baby."

"Honey"

Oddly domestic but he says it with a sly bite to his inner cheek and a raised brow, a dirty smile on his face before you decide to smother him with so many kisses that he erupts with giggles - yes, giggles. He hums happily, and the vibration in his chest echoes the butterflies in your stomach.

"Bubba"

Your thoughts are interrupted by the repeatedly cooed nickname and the accompanied poke to your cheek. Then another. And another. You snatch his wrist to stop his prodding and tear your gaze away from the book in your lap only to come nose to nose with the sorcerer. He's beaming at you, and asks very nicely if you'll read aloud to him.

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Fy'ra Rai 💚

"My darling"

She places one of your hands over her heart and its comforting staccato, tucks her face into your neck and whispers sweet words and promises that make your eyes tear up. She's got a hard exterior, but a soft inside, and is an unexpected romantic.

"Beloved"

It's said in passing, in little moments that are so normal, so ordinary and they should not feel important - but they do. Because she makes you feel special, cherished, protected and cared for. Planning where the group will go next, she nudges her hip with yours while observing the group's map. Dariax and Opal exchange knowing looks beside you, but she rolls her eyes with a good natured smile when she moves to hold your hand.

"Wildfire"

It's a cheekier side to her, one that not many are privy to. You're getting ready for bed, tugging on a soft sleep shirt when you hear a light knock on the door. She's leaning on the doorframe with folded arms and a soft smile, hair flicking quietly and her expression glows with warmth at the sight of you.

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Opal 💚

"Lucky"

She leans up - the heels in the boots she's currently wearing not offering a lot of height - and presses a sticky sweet kiss to your cheek. You can feel her fondness and that evil smirk against your skin. She leaves behind a red print of her lips behind as a memento, and chooses not to tell you. It's your responsibility to eventually find a mirror and attempt to wash it off.

"Sugar"

The drawl in her voice is a little more prominent when she wants your attention. She holds a slice of her pie up for you to taste, a family recipe. She loves taking you to Byroden, introducing you to her hometown and its people and traditions. It's nice to have someone to share it all with.

"Sweets"

She hates mornings. Her hair sticks up at impossible angles and there's a crease between her brows due to her grumpy face. But then you hand her some coffee, an extra spoonful of sugar mixed into the dark roast, and she takes it gratefully from where she's curled up in your shared bed. She seems a bit more awake when she tugs you down for a thankful cuddle.

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Cyrus 💚

"Buddy"

He's so darn awkward oh my god. He's so bad at flirting before you get together, and he sort of accidentally friend zoned you clumsily in the very beginning. You still tease him about it to this day, making him flush bashfully.

"Beautiful"

When he's not actively trying, he actually can be very smooth. Your chin is pinched between his fingers, and his face is just a breadth away from your own, his eyes sparkling as he drags his gaze from your lips to your eyes. You feel all warm and gooey inside, and he lets out a nervous chuckle when you whisper back that he's also quite pretty.

"Cookie"

When you're scolding him for getting in the way of danger, or frustrated after a long day of travel, he reaches out to cup your face softly. He pouts, lips pursed tightly, and it's so endearing that you slowly feel that tension begin to fade. Suddenly, he squishes your cheeks a little and kisses the tip of your nose, thumbs smoothing your skin comfortingly while he asks what he can do to make it better. You can't help but fall into his arms.

[randoimago]

Hey, I was hoping to request something for Cyrus Wyvernwind from CR if you write for him? Could I request him falling for Lord Esthross’s daughter (who was sent with him and Dorian to Emon to watch over them)

Cyrus Falling for Estheross’s Daughter

FANDOM: Critical Role, Campaign 3

Character(s): Cyrus Wyvernwind

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I love Cyrus so much. Things definitely could’ve been handled better, but I still love the himbo.

Cyrus

Eshteross can tell Cyrus's affection for you very easily and he is very much not impressed. With how much of a screw up Cyrus is, why would Eshteross want him to have anything to do with his kid?

It really would be you practically begging to go with the Wyverwind brothers for him to allow it. Heavily threatens Cyrus (and Dorian, mostly Cyrus) about what will happen if you are harmed.

Cyrus ends up having a constant eye on you as a result. Before he already ended up staring at you more than he should've, but now with Eshteross's threats he really is following after you like a puppy to make sure you aren't harmed in the slightest.

Dorian would be the one to take you aside sometime during the trip and tell you about Cyrus's very obvious feelings. He doesn't want to pressure you, but does mention how despite his brother being an idiot, Cyrus is a good guy if you want to give him a chance.

[demigoddessqueens]

EXU for you. Reader gets hurt while on mission with crew to help save Cyrus. How do Dorian and Dariax react seeing their loved one hurt and what are head cannons for reader’s road to recovery.

Oooooh yes!!! There’s definitely going to be drama for this one!!

Both Dariax and Dorian are freaking out at seeing you hurt. You try to keep a brave face but the pain gets too intense sometimes.

You’re slipping in and out, but still try to stay awake. Mostly for them than yourself

Dariax is panicky and freaking out, trying to dress your wounds or find any remedy

This is the first time you actually see Dorian mad and yelling at Cyrus. Like truly mad it seems unnerving at first, but you know where he’s coming from

Even Cyrus is taken aback by his brother’s scathing remarks, and he feels immensely guilty over what’s happened to you. He’ll keep his distance for a while, but will eventually (shyly) come around and apologize to you

Both Dorian and Dariax take turns on checking up on you, or reapplying any salves or bandages. You try to make light of it but even laughing hurts the ribs still, and both boys are still kind of shook up from before

Complete cuddle bugs with you as you lay up to heal, and even when you are healed they still keep close like shadows on you

[railroad-migraine]

Can I request some headcannons of the Crown Keepers with a gender-neutral reader who gives them a super heated kiss after an intense battle like the ones you’ve already done for the Bells Hells? Please and thanks.

Yesyesyesyesyesyes-

Bell's Hells version ✨ Mighty Nein version

~ Poet

After-Battle Surprise Smooch

Dariax 💚

This dork gets a little cross eyed when you grip him by the collar of his shirt and tug him to your height. He has the audacity to giggle and obliviously ask what are you doing before you plant your mouth on his in a hasty kiss.

Breathless and panting, he is beaming up at you with the brightest smile that has ever graced his face. He's giggly, elated, finding it hard to find any words to respond with so instead he let's his body do the talking for him. Arms wrap around your middle and he holds you tight, almost lifting you off the ground with his enthusiasm.

Asks if he can get another kiss, and who are you to deny him? Litter a few quick pecks across his face, both of you smiling through it as he hums contentedly, fisting the fabric of your sleeve to keep you close to him. He also presses a dramatic ~mwah~ kiss to your cheek after, waggling his eyebrows and gracing you with that cheeky grin of his.

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Fy'ra Rai 💚

She's opened her mouth to protest when you pull her close, but her entire body stills when you seal your lips with hers. Her hair flickers, wild, shocked, but then softens as her eyes shut closed and she allows a moment of passion.

She's practically glowing. Warmth seeps through her clothes and skin and into you - it feels like as she kisses you, her magic is reaching out to caress your soul. It reminds you of a lit hearth and a roaring fire. The feeling of home.

She keeps a hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss to be as close to you as she can. Presses her forehead to your own after, a thoughtful look on her face as she returns to the present. And the teasing lilt of the party members' voices behind her.

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Opal 💚

This girl has prepared herself for this exact moment ever since she met you. Apart from her knives and various other accessories kept in her jacket pockets, she has always stashed away a little tin of sparkly lip gloss should she feel the moment is right to make a move on you.

So when *you* make a move and swoop in for a kiss, it's like she was waiting for this moment. Curls her arms around your shoulders, one hand cupping the back of your neck as she leans into you. The best way to imagine it is the equivalent of a Hollywood movie kiss - dramatic, full of flair, seemingly perfect.

As perfect as it can be anyway. Her fur coat tickles your cheek, there's blood (not your own) splattered on your shoes, and now there's a glossy sheen smeared across your mouth from the kiss. She peppers your nose and cheeks with smaller kisses, and yeah, you think. This is perfect.

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Bonus: Cyrus 💚

Even though he's been trying to flirt up a storm ever since he first laid eyes on you, he's super flustered when his hard work seems to be paid off. Goes rigid, more or less t-posing with his arms outstretched in mild disbelief.

You lean back, feeling a smidge bit disappointed with his (lack of a) reaction and pat his shoulders awkwardly. The action seems to snap him out of his daze.

He swoops in for a proper, second kiss, humming and holding your chin softly but eagerly. He's not as smooth as his younger brother, not as suave as he would like to be, but you've chosen to want him this way and damn he will try to make up his clumsiness. His septum piercing is cold against your cupid's bow, making you laugh into the kiss, but he doesn't shy away.

[railroad-migraine]

HI! I worked up the nerves to send in something as me and not an anon. if it's okay could I request something with Cyrus and a fire genasi fighter. He meets them while meeting up with Dorian for the first time and they saw him as a threat, next thing he know he's on the ground with a hot (hehehe), strong, badass genasi looming over him! Idk if it's just me but he sooo seems like the guy who crushes on his brother's friends LOL, anyways have a amazing day and I love your works!!! Take care

I love Dorian with my whole heart, he is my best boi, but I also have a soft spot for himbo brothers. The moment Matt brought up pet rocks, I died - I wanted to protect Cyrus from Cryrusing.

I have his crushing headcanons here x

Notes: Fire Genasi!Reader. Minor spoilers for C3E08. Just big brother heart eyes. Dorian is not amused.

~ Poet

Too Hot To Handle

-> Cyrus Wyvernwind x GN!Reader

It's dark in the winding streets of Jrusar at night, almost suffocating to weary adventurers. He holds his hands up quickly, an unconvincing truth spilling from his lips as his eyes drift from his brother to the people that linger behind him like bodyguards.

"I am not an assassin."

For a split second, Cyrus Wyvernwind shares a moment of mutual understanding with the group, with Dorian.

The next, his legs are hooked and pulled out from under him, and he's plummeting to the ground.

He coughs up a spray of dirt he managed to inhale upon landing, palms slightly scraped and stinging. There's a muffled gasp from his surrounding spectators, and Dorian sighs out a name in what sounds like relief and exasperation at the same time.

Your name, specifically.

Having scouted to a different corner of the neighbourhood by yourself only to find no evidence of the hooded figure, you returned to find your dear friend Dorian accosted by the mysterious stalker, with the rest of the party standing there waiting.

Your hair had burst into an untameable flame, sparks ignited in your eyes as you made a hasty but possibly required decision. You charged toward the stranger, swiped at their legs so they fell, and pressed the heel of your boot between their shoulder blades. Anchoring the shadow to the ground.

Which brings us back to the present.

Cyrus forces himself to crane his neck in an awkward and uncomfortable angle to look up at his attacker, his chest still pressed into the dirt beneath him. He catches the outline of your jaw from his belly-down position, highlighted by the fire atop your head. The flame that curls and licks at the evening air, malleable and wild. Your coat sways slightly from your swift attack. You look powerful, regal even and - oh no.

He's at a loss for words, winded from the blow to both his body and his ego. But the new situation steals his ability to verbally protest.

Oh no, his mind manages to process, thoughts racing a mile a minute. They're hot.

Dorian drags a palm down his face, fighting the urge to audibly groan.

It wasn't uncharacteristic of Cyrus to crush on Dorian's friends in the past. One such occasion during their childhood, leading up to a formal event held in honour of their parents, the older brother dramatically fell to his knees and pleaded for permission to ask one of Dorian's playmates to be his plus one.

He's a changed man looking for danger and excitement. He's now a Cosair with a debt hanging above his head. He's no longer the child attending feasts and festivals at home.

But of course this is the side of him that has survived to this day.

"You know this guy?" you grit out, eyes blazing, glowing bright in the dark, abandoned street. Your heel digs a little harsher into the cloaked figure's back, which you earns a deep exhale of air and a pathetic sounding "oof." Before the younger brother can reply, you lean down and rip away the offending hood shielding the stalker's face.

You gape, finding the awkward grin and arch of thick brows that are starkly familiar. Long, wavy, shiny black hair. A slanted nose you've seen before, but pierced with a septum that glints in the dark. Sparkling eyes that are not the same shade of blue you were expecting.

You know this face, and yet you don't.

"He is my brother," Dorian winces, almost apologetically.

The pressure of your heel lessens slightly, and Cyrus takes it as an opportunity to gasp for air as if resurfaced from water. You move to stand to the side, cautious but muttering a soft protest to Dorian as Cyrus pushes himself to stand. He attempts to reclaim some semblance of pride.

While the unlikely bunch of adventurers chime in with hellos and welcomes and smiley days, Cyrus continues to feel flushed and pinned down. You're watching him carefully, arms tense at your sides, primed and ready to strike should he pose a threat. Brother or not, he was a stranger, and someone Dorian was incredibly uncomfortable introducing you all to.

You expect a scoff or a smirk, raised eyebrows or a honeyed remark.

Instead Cyrus offers a toothy, dorky grin, one far too naive for someone with such a distinctive jawline and height. He's new to being on his own, it's obvious. Give him a few weeks, if not less, and he'll find himself in a grim scenario where a smile won't save him.

But he's... Handsome. New to this world, new to being on his own. Give him a few weeks, and he'll find out that not every ugly scenario can be saved by a smile.

But this one just might.

His eyes keep darting to you, to the flickers and rhythmic shapes and movements of your hair, the way you seem to glow in the dark just a little bit. Like a candle, you seem to highlight the gems atop the earth genasi's head and the metallic frame of their shorter companion.

He makes you feel warm. You understand the irony in that.

"Ah, Dorian," you say, resting a hand on his arm. He looks at you, mouth slightly parted and a line between his brows. "Should we take this family reunion to a more... discreet place to catch up?" You eye the shadowed streets and alleyways surrounding you all. Anyone could be watching.

"Dorian?" Cyrus' frown is identical to his brother's.

The bard visibly bristles, uncomfortable and confused and overwhelmed, but hiding it as best he can. "Yes. Dorian. My name, Dorian. My name - Dorian." He gives Cyrus a pointed look, teeth gritted and eyes fiery - despite you being the resident fire genasi of the party, not him.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

... Awkward.

The party manages to step away from the impromptu meeting place and find a tavern. You walk at the back, falling in step with a conflicted looking Dorian while his cloaked kin walks ahead. You bump shoulders with him amicably, trying to alleviate some of the newfound frustration that came with meeting Cyrus. He relaxes ever so slightly and gives you a tight lipped smile.

You sneak a glance ahead, only to find his older brother holding open the tavern door for you both, a darker shade of blue and a shy smile creeping across his face as you approach.

It's just the change in temperature, you convince yourself, nodding to him in thanks as you leave behind the cold evening air and meet the coziness within.

A comforting breeze skips against your coat as you pass him. Cyrus smiles after you, and would certainly agree, it's just the change in temperature, indeed.

Dorian flicks his brother's forehead as he follows you inside. "We have changed drastically since we were children, but some things concerning you never will," he grumbles.

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Day 29. Trick or treat 🎃

-> Cyrus Wyvernwind x GN!Reader

A harmless prank

~ Poet

Prestidigitation is a fine cantrip to know: a simple, harmless trick usually learned to show off and hone your skills as a magic user.

It is also a fine spell to know if you want to freak out Cyrus when he's alone in a candlelit room.

You wait on the other side of the door, ear pressed to the wood panelling, very aware that on the other side of it your boyfriend is getting dressed for the fancy gala this evening. With a few mumbled arcane words and a flick of the wrist, you easily snuff out all the candles in your radius.

There's a millisecond of silence, followed by a high pitched, surprised yelp.

"You sounded just like a little kid when- when you screamed," you giggle during the carriage ride later, voice breathless while he pouts in the seat next to you. "Who knew under that scratchy shirt and shiny coat was just a sweet little boy afraid of the dark?"

"My mother didn't raise a boy," he grumbles, and smooths out his finely tailored shirt, "she raised a gentleman."

"A very handsome gentleman," you soothe, grinning when he begrudgingly presses a small kiss to your cheek.

Just when you think you've gotten away with the prank, he scoops you up on the dancefloor after dinner and makes a promise: "I'm sooo going to get you back later."

[railroad-migraine]

hello!! i've been following your blog for so long, i absolutely love your writing! i was wondering if maybe you could do something with dorian/reader where cyrus sees he likes reader and flirts with you to get on dorian's nerves? maybe we get an angry confession out of it? totally ignore this for any reason!! and also tysm for taking the time to read <3

Yessss I am here for the Wyvernwinds!! Thank you for the support my darling!!

~ Poet

Cyrus Plays Matchmaker

Dorian 💙

Okay let's just get this out in the open so there's no confusion:

Cyrus has no romantic feelings for you. What he does have, however, is a budding friendship with you, and the tendency to push his younger brother's buttons.

Cyrus be like:

He might as well have a bit of fun while playing matchmaker. It's the perfect opportunity to act as your wingman and nudge you guys into a relationship without it being too obvious.

You're oblivious to the older Wyvernwind's devious plan though, paying no mind to the friendlier gestures he's made recently. You guys have been pals for a good while now - it's normal for you both to become for comfortable with each other, right? Isn't it a good thing to get along with Dorian's brother?

With all of the playful flirting and banter between the two you, anyone can tell that you guys are simply and exclusively friends.

Well, everyone but Dorian.

The corner of his eye twitches every time Cyrus slings his arm around your shoulders and gets all up in your personal space, every time he makes you laugh with a corny joke or when he fails at being suave - because in his eyes you deserve so much more than that.

Dorian's thoughts begin to simmer in private. You deserve someone romantic. Someone who cares for you and wants to hear about your day. Someone to kiss your wounds better and sing you to sleep and offer a shoulder to lean on. Someone who has an idiotic brother you can gossip and cause mayhem with and-

oh

OH.

. . .

It now only occurs to Dorian that maybe he can be that person for you. If you'd allow him, that is.

The simmering pot eventually boils over and the bard has had enough of the teasing and terrible excuses for flirting on show wherever he goes. He realises it's jealousy. He understands that you and his brother get along well. But that's not the Wyvernwind for you 💙

Cyrus has just declared he's taking you out for celebratory drinks (celebrating what exactly, Dorian has no idea), grinning from ear to ear when someone moves to stand in his path. With a newfound scowl and strained smile, Dorian tugs on the sleeve of his brother and says that he would like a word with you before you leave for the tavern.

Cyrus is silently patting himself on the back over Dorian's shoulder when the bard's stern exterior melts in your company. Dorian is suddenly shy, stumbling over his words while you give him a gentle smile, but not nervous enough to stop him from finally confessing how much he... Cares. For you.

You never did go for drinks that evening with Cyrus 😌

You shared a bottle of fruit wine and a kiss with Dorian instead 🥺

In years to come, Cyrus will continue to take full credit for encouraging his brother to confess to you, be it at your wedding or just whenever you both are getting too sappy in front of him. He's so happy for you both but please don't be all tooth-rottingly sweet at the dinner table, okay?

[railroad-migraine]

Tall, himbo brothers with pointy ears make me WEAK

~ Poet

[railroad-migraine]

Yoyo! Could I get something with Cyrus and him having an obvious crush on a very elegant and dexterous party member! It's sad how little fics there are for my boy!

I have more Cyrus in my drafts, so be keep a lookout for when he graces my blog once more!

~ Poet

Crushing on the Reader

Cyrus

Cyrus first saw you when you were seated beside his brother in the theatre in Jrusar. You had a confident air about you that screamed the elegance and finery that he's so desperately attracted to and misses dearly from life before he started adventuring.

When Dorian finally introduced him to Bell's Hells, Cyrus greeted and nodded in respect to the others, apologising again and again for being an idiot and complicating things.

But the moment you offered him your name and held out your hand, he swiped it up and pressed an obnoxiously long kiss to the back of it.

He immediately regretted the gesture, face and ears tinged with a purple blush, mindful of Dorian's facepalm and his friends' sour looks, but you simply laughed and waved his worries away.

When the party came across him at the ball, he was standing at the edge of the dance floor on his tippy toes and trying to catch a glance of you in the crowd in your fancy attire. He never got the chance to chase after you and ask for a dance but whatcanyoudo there were baddies to fight, you were a bit preoccupied

You volunteered to leave Marquet with the two brothers and help reunite Dorian with the Crown Keepers - gods know how much the Wyvernwinds need someone to stop their bickering.

Cyrus spent the entire trip trying to impress and get to know the object of his newfound affections, pestering his brother for info about you - if you were single, what's your tragic but deep backstory, if you have a thing for royalty, if your favourite colour is blue etc etc.

He's stuck to your side like glue when you guys make contact with Dariax, Opal and Fy'ra Rai. They don't like him and think he's trouble (a theme he's getting used to), but you actually tolerate and make an effort to include him.

You impress the heir again and again with your skills and ease in stressful situations. You have the charm of a noble, nimble fingers to swipe important objects without being seen, you can open pretty much any lock by barely touching it, and can dodge an arrow as if it was nothing.

Oohs and ahhs and heart eyes galore, cheering you on at the sideline and scowling whenever someone calls him out on it.

Dorian continuously wants to curl up into a ball and have the ground swallow him whole bc his older brother is embarrassing himself in front of you and his other friends.

He's grateful that you can get through to his sibling though - Cyrus is not as an experienced traveler or warrior or mage as everyone else, so under your guidance hopefully he will get more accustomed to life on the road and the people you come across.

Dorian still gets grossed out when Cyrus clumsily flirts with you tho. Baby brother energy, y'know~

[randoimago]

CR Campaign 3 Masterlist

Note:

I write for all the characters (player ones and NPC’s), I’m just including the characters that I have already done requests for. So if you see a character missing then I just haven’t had anyone request anything for them yet.

For Now I will add the “Keep Reading” tab just because the show is still relatively new and to avoid spoiling others.

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Bell’s Hells

Reaction to Dorian’s Kid Sister Traveling to Marquet

Celebrating S/O’s Birthday

Bertrand’s Daughter Confronting Party 

Opal’s Sister Tagging Along to Marquet, Party Reactions

Learning that Child Druid is from Real World Through WTF Is Up With That

Reader is Secretly a De Rolo

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Ashton Greymoore

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Bertrand Bell

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Chetney Pock O’pea

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Dorian Storm

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Fearne Calloway

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Fresh Cut Grass

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Imogen Temult

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Laudna

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Orym

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Ariks Eshteross

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Cyrus Wyvernwind

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The Shadow Baker

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Xandis

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[demigoddessqueens]

Have an ask for you. Dorian x Reader. Dorian leaves to help his brother Cyrus and a few months later reader winds up in Kymal to help out. How do Opal, Cyrus and Fy’ra Rai react to the reader and what is Dorian’s reaction when he told her to stay with Bell’s Hell’s?

I like this idea 👀 bit of a bittersweet reunion 💙 and for prompt 2 of @domaystic (finding from the past)

He could still feel the eyes on him as the cloaked figure dashed and tries to make their way towards him. Dorian knew the risks of coming back with his brother, but he didn’t think it would be this obvious so fast. Making his way to a dark alley, Dorian managed to corner and confront the cloaked stranger. The hood fell back and Dorian’s heart skips a beat when he sees your face. You followed him here? How? Why? There’s a thousand questions running through his mind, and he’s a bit happy yet taken aback by you being here. It feels like it’s too much to take in all at once.

Opal is given total whiplash about Dorian’s past. He was dating someone?? How’d that happen?? Maybe at first shed tease him about it, but as seeing that it’s a bit of an emotionally tense reunion for you both, she eases up. Plus, it vaguely reminds her of how she’s tried to work things with Ted.

Cyrus feels guilty about this once he realizes who you and his brother are to each other. It’s because of him and his affairs with the criminal underground that you’ve been separated. It’s an awakening moment for him when he sees how you and Dorian act around each other, unspoken intimacy and all. What makes Cyrus feel even worse is the tiny bit of jealousy he feels about you two. He’s the firstborn son, yet he doesn’t have someone vying for him as Dorian does.

Fy’ra Rai knows what it’s like to be separated from a loved one as she still searches for her sister. She’s supportive of you and Dorian, and a bit relieved that Dorian wasn’t alone in his travels (aside from Fearne and Orym). She does take a liking to you, and despite Dorian’s worried protests, insists that you stick around with them in Kymal.

[demigoddessqueens]

Okay head-cannons for Opal, Cyrus, Fy’Rai, Morrigan and the rest of the Bell’s Hell’s after the Rabbit Heist helping Dorian x Dariax and reader through reader’s pregnancy and how would they be with the little one as it grows up?

Pseudo-found family bonding over a new little Bell 🔔!!

Dorian and Dariax are fresh out their minds, slightly stressed and nervous about what to do or get ready for, but at least those nearby are willing

Cyrus tries to keep his brother calm, but is also slightly bursting with excitement at being a new uncle

Still, with what money is left over from the heist goes towards any remedies or clothes before and after pregnancy

Fy’ra Rai and Morrigan are more than helpful in the before and after, helping you with whatever you need (even those untimely cravings 👀), and are so protective when the little one arrives

Opal is the fun aunt type who will just dote on the little one and is surprisingly a good baby sitter

[demigoddessqueens]

A Dorian x Dariax x Reader little one request. Cyrus decides that the bois and reader needs a night out and or child free alone time. What do Cyrus and little one do while they are away?

Awww!! Uncle Cyrus stepping up

Ok you know that scene from Our Flag Means Death when Stede plays with his kids?? That’s Cyrus and Little One

If Ankle Biter was a part of the family by now, they’re getting into playtime with their sibling

Running, yelling, shouting, Little One is having the time of their life staying up late

Live-action re-enactment of story time

Sneaking sweets and other treats is always a guarantee with Cyrus before the sugar crash

Once Dorian, Dariax and y/n get back home, they see Cyrus crashed out with the curled up sleeping baby/babies

[railroad-migraine]

Reuniting with the Crown Keepers

Some headcanons that I wrote today. I'm dealing with a family disaster at the moment so this was kinda a distraction when I should have been doing my storyboard project but it's all good.

Enjoy this GN!Reader leaving Bell's Hells with Dorian and Cyrus, and returning to their significant other x

~ Poet

Dariax

He tries to appear calm and collected when his gaze slides past Dorian and his brother, to you, in the middle of greeting the girls. He's itching to run over and hug you, but he doesn't want to come on too strong. So he spends the first few minutes of your return catching up with the prodigal bard and realising he's got something against Cyrus.

When you glance his way, he makes an effort to avoid eye contact, trying to be as aloof as he can be. When you manage to pry yourself from Opal's hug and stand before him, he casually leans on his spear and says "Hey you~ Missed me? Finally got bored of your vacation?" With a soft smile, you remind him that it was a mission on Orym's behalf, but he waves your comment away. You totally missed him.

You met a robot?? That's so fricking cool, what?? And you fought a wall that ate people?? He groans in frustration when you tell him about all the people you've met and the badass stuff you did, but brightens up when you promise to take him on an airship one day.

He's got his chin perched on your shoulder at the gambling table, gazing up at you with devoted heart eyes as you retell some of your Bell's Hells adventures. In the middle of one of you stories, he tugs on your shirt collar so you are at his height, before sealing his lips to your own - he doesn't care about looking cool anymore, he is just so happy to have you back. (Even if you brought Dorian's brother who's on thin ice) Totally asks for a second kiss for luck when it's his turn in the game.

Fy'ra Rai

Her hands flex on where she's gripping her staff, her mind elsewhere when you step into the tavern. She shakes her faraway thoughts away when Dariax excitedly points you out amongst the crowd, perfectly blended by yourself but sticking out like a sore thumb with the Wyvernwinds in tow. The corners of her lips twitch upwards, the reality that you're back comforting.

Her posture straightens and she manages to restrain herself while you accept Opal and Dariax's greetings, giving you a moment to reacquaint yourself with them. The moment they've turned to Dorian however, she pulls you into a brief, but tight hug, her grip like a comforting vice before pulling away. Not one for too much public displays of affection, she gingerly lifts your hand and places a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

"I, ah..." Her hair flickers briefly, wild and untamed, and your face warms at her sudden shyness. "I trust that your trip went safely and according to plan, yes? Tell me, how are Fearne and Orym? Still alive, one can hope."

Should you bring up the tiny werewolf and sweet, half-dead woman in your newfound adventuring party, she simply rolls her eyes lightheartedly - and she thought this was a chaotic bunch to watch out for.

Opal

"Get out of my way! They just came back from Marquet!" There's a loud commotion when she spots you at a distance, a blue skinned genasi on either side of you, and breaks into a full sprint. She pushes through the crowded tavern and nearly ends up tackling you to the ground with her hug. You stumble and hold onto her for balance as she squeals, "I knew you'd come back to me. Get a load of that, Ted!"

She feels... Different. You can't quite place it, because she looks just as you remember her before the whole Spider Queen situation, but when she leans back from your embrace there's a slight shimmer and delay around her forehead, as if there was an overlap of realities.

Despite your concerns, you happily accept the slightly sticky kiss she presses to your cheek, accompanied by the many smaller ones peppering the rest of your face. Opal is buzzing with energy now that you're around again, so excited to what you both will get up to together. She immediately starts asking about your latest adventures and new group of friends.

She's particularly interested in your retired warrior/baker employer, what with her Byroden pie customs. She also wants to hear about your new telepath friend who also hears voices that don't belong to her and has a dazzling and unique hair colour... Remind you of anyone?