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railroad-migraine · 2 years ago

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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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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saphirered · 2 years ago

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Bard's Surprise

Hope you all had a lovely holidays. Here's a little extra gift from me to you. Hope you enjoy this tooth rotting fluff. 😘

Dorian Storm x reader (3) Mistletoe

The tavern is crowded. People sing and dance and play games. The atmosphere is filled with joy and revelry. Dorian would usually join in having no objections to the celebrations and finding it’s time to let loose again. Why is he holding back? Why can’t he stop the bouncing of his leg or tapping his fingers against the table when he isn’t holding onto his drink with a death grip? Well that’s quite simple. Of course the answer would be simple because ever since, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you much. Only times he has veered away is when his attention was called for by someone else, which he would be grateful for to make him feel less like some creep, or when he saw the lovely floral arch leading to the deck these tables are set at. Chetney might have made a comment about the craftsmanship for better or worse but he couldn’t care less about that. What Dorian does care about is the little branch hanging down from its apex just above the heads of whoever passes through. How could he not have noticed? He should have been more aware of his surroundings. By the winds, you kissed him and now he feels like some lovesick kid unable to think straight, think about anything but you.

But moments ago you were chatting about anything and everything, commenting on others you saw the moment you entered the tavern and how deep into their cups they already were, noting that the both of you would have some catching up to do after the past weeks of stress and finally allow yourselves to unfurl a bit. That was the agreement you’d come to; a fun evening without a care in the world. He wouldn’t be worrying about his brother. You wouldn’t be trying to do damage control for the effects of that black crown perched on your friend’s head. It was the perfect agreement. You’d been laughing, watching Dariax put on a show as the illustrious Tharla Starr and collecting quite the donations when a refill was in order. Together you’d move through the crowd arm in arm still giggling at the vocal-fry singing and rather good dancing in the background and how people were so enamoured with your friend.

You’d pass under that floral arch none the wiser, got some more drinks and turned to make your way back to the table. Dorian didn’t notice anything either. Not until you stopped him right under the archway. You looked up and there hung that little branch held by ribbons, clearly in sight. Dorian followed your gaze. Oh. His breath caught in that very moment, that realisation. It was just a silly little tradition, right? It’s worth only amounts to what people choose to believe. He’d hate to admit it but this is one tradition he would like to believe in. You did too. He only knows this by your response, but it remains unspoken even now so his mind would not accept it as a truth. You smiled, a somewhat awkward laugh escapes your lips. You leaned in, slowly, first to place your lips against his cheek. Just an innocent kiss between friends, right? Right?

That illusion was quickly shattered by the next. You had pulled back, only for him to behold the stars in your eyes, to enchant him and admit to himself the feelings he had kept at bay, be that for self-preservation, his own insecurities or something else entirely he could not identify. A breath finally escaped his lips as they parted slightly. You need not speak the words for he heard them in the air quite clear. You showed all the signs not even his insecurities can question. Your hand rises to cup his cheek, and he could’t help but lean into it, feel the warmth of your skin and the pure electricity that ran through it, sparking him to life but still was he too slow to take initiative. You’d pushed your lips against his and suddenly the world ceased to matter. Suddenly everything in life became irrelevant. There was just you and him, and that damned mistletoe above the both of you. Had he been completely lost he might not have remembered the drinks in his hands but you had pulled back before he could drop them. The noise came crashing back, the surroundings too. He was back again, and so were you. That little corner of reality that had been carved out exclusively for the two of you was reabsorbed by the cruel world but that doesn’t mean all those feelings ended. You’d grabbed onto his elbow to make way for some passing patron and guided him back to your table. He might have remained under that archway frozen in place, in thought had you not.

You’d sat him down and when he didn’t hand that drink to Opal she’d taken it herself. He’d not even heard her sassy remark. He’d not even noticed that she tried to talk to him and made an effort too and it was only you who’d stopped her from trying to slap him back to reality. You’d made your own attempt too and he turned into a blabbering fool likely incapable of forming a coherent sentence as that kiss replayed in his head over and over and over and over. Eventually you’d gone off to save Dariax from a rather persistent patron who would be quick to expose the dwarf for who he really is. After that you’d found your way to the dance floor, dancing with the aforementioned, and your mutual friends too. He watched you, couldn’t take his eyes off you and while he would love to have joined, his feet would not carry him there. He felt like a lead balloon upon a light breeze; doomed to fall. He had fallen. He’d fallen for you some time ago and now, he can’t push it under anymore. He remains here seated with you on his mind, as the music passes, the patrons do too. His friends come back and forth, for a breather, to share a drink and check up on him, and disappear again. He managed to stammer he was fine. He’d claimed maybe the drink had gotten to him a bit faster than he had anticipated and his hearty meal wasn’t so hearty after all but your brow rose in suspicion at that statement. You said nothing, thankfully. You did not expose him for the truth you knew; he only had one drink and the cup in his hands now, second drink still remained untouched. He had not taken a single sip. He made it a point to take one when you eyed him but almost choked on it.

Now the music calms down. Dariax’ got enough of the disguise and had excused himself with an extravagant goodbye from Tharla so he could return to his own self. Opal is gods know where. Cyrus seems to be flirting intensely with the barmaid who he keeps buying more and more drinks from to keep her attention. Things are as they should be again. You find your way back to the table drop yourself on the chair besides him. You’re closer than perhaps intended. Your legs brush against one another. Dorian feels heat rise to his cheeks for no particular reason. Not as you lean your elbow on the table and inspect him closely. You carefully unwrap his fingers from the cup and he realises how stiff they had gotten but the feeling melts away when your own brush along his palm. Again he can’t think straight. He almost forgets to breathe. There’s just you and him and nothing else, no one else. You’re in that corner of reality again, and everything else is just muffled background noise; insignificant.

“Dorian? Is everything alright?” You ask him. Your head tilts to he side and your concern for him, it almost drives him mad. You have no reason to be concerned, if only he could speak his heart.

“Yes.” He squeaks all too quickly in response. He clears his throat and repeats more assured but you don’t buy it.

“Are you lying to me?”

“No! No. No of course not. I’ve got no reason to lie.” He stammers. It’s not a lie in technicality but still very much omitting the truth. But then you give him one look and as per usual he comes crumbling, falling apart at the very foundations. His cheeks colour a dark shade of blue be that out of embarrassment for being caught or because of the currently turmoiling feelings.

“If this is about the kiss, it’s just a kiss. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you-“ You begin but in this moment he regains control of his body, something within him triggering when he sees your eyes cast to the grain of the table, sees you fiddle with your fingers, and bite the inside of your cheek. He knows these the signs of your doubt, in yourself, in others and you don’t deserve to feel like that. He can fix that, he can fix it so easily because currently he is the reason for that doubt because he’s been all but catatonic for the whole evening. That’s not your fault. That’s not your problem.

“It means the world to me.” Dorian admits and has you stop in your tracks. All doubt and concern is dropped as your gaze shoots up to him, eyes wide a breath halting as whatever words you had stopped upon your lips. You look for any sense of insincerity, any kind of joking matter but there’s not. There never could have been.

“That’s- that’s quite the claim.” You’re taken aback, unsure what to say, what to think beyond the pounding in your chest reminding you you’re alive. You’re ecstatic. And then his eyes widen when he realises what he said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean- That’s a bit forward, isn’t it?” Dorian laughs awkwardly and panics and finds himself rambling. “It’s not that I didn’t like the kiss- If I’m quite honest, I can’t help but repeating it in my head- That sounds worse. Why. Why am I like this-“ He keeps going until your hands come to cup his face and pull him out of this stupor. He calms down a but when you urge him to.

Dorian knows what comes next. You‘d asked him and the words are a breath upon the wind, he’d replied in some affirmative manner that could not be mistaken in any way. He’d found his hand come to rest over one of yours, while the other drifted down to your waist, allowing you to more comfortably angle yourself to lean in halfway. He found it within himself to close the rest of the way, placing his lips against yours. This kiss, as perfect as the last was anything but unexpected in series of events but he could never for the life of him predict the feelings running through him now he has time to think, to let his mind run free and process every single thing, commit it to memory in every little detail properly. This kiss doesn’t end, not like the one before at least. Instead it deepens. Your lips move against his, your arms come to wrap around his neck, until your fingers settle among the ombre strands. You let him pull you closer, his hands running up and downy our sides slowly, tentatively, along your back, up your spine, until you’re inseparable. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. And that all because of some mistletoe kiss. This might just be the beginning of a bright future.

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soft-for-them · 3 years ago

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First kiss scenarios for the Exandria Unlimited crew.

Anon: Could i please have some first kiss scenarios/headcanons with the EXU crew and the reader? Thank you!

Gender neutral reader, the reader is plus size/chubby/mid size but honestly anyone can read if they want.

Image not all related just they're all very pretty. I proof read it but I'm very tired so there could be some typos.

Dariax Zaveon:

The pub is lively with the dwarven version of ‘Come on Eileen’ and the sloosh of beer tankards clink together in drunken joy.

You sit, well slump, in a booth near the back of the pub as you small friend Dariax drunkenly sings along whilst standing on his seat.

In your tipsy slur you wonder if it would be rude to grab the dwarf down from his seat and snog his face off.

Actually, for most of the day you have been thinking about how the best way to kiss him being that you are way taller than him.

Would it be rude bending down to kiss him? Or do you get milk crates for him to stand on?

Regardless of how you just want to kiss and confess to him.

Despite your crush on the small man, you never think of it unless you want to become flustered and embarrassed but considering you’ve been drinking since the morning all logical thinking has been thrown out the window.

You and Dariax have been celebration since succeeding in your mission *cough*crime*cough* the night before.

The first sip of alcohol was to calm your nerves but the second was to dull the pain of a light stab in your arm and the rest have been to celebrate the hefty amount of gold in you deep pockets.

Unlike Dariax who drinks like baby on a bottle you steady yourself with a cup of water always next to you. An empty basket of bready lays on the table in front of you from you wolfing down the crusty bread.

Now full and slumped down, not caring your plush body is bunched up in a less that ‘pretty’ look you look up to the singing dwarf who has your heart.

“I want to kiss him.” You think as you look up at him, you chin pressed to your chest and your cup balancing on your stomach.

Dariax peers down at you, for once in your friendship him being taller than you. You may be scrunched up in a drunken mess but the is enamoured with your beauty and the stupid smile on your lips.

The dwarven man has liked likedyou for a while and even now, the two of you are blasted out of your minds, he still does. You’re a plus size person who looks so soft despite towering over him, of course the auburn beard man wants you for himself.

The half drunk man flops down next you, his tankard spilling a cocktail of spirits over the worn wooden floor of the pub. You sit up slightly so you no longer have a triple chin and an achy back, you hand catches the tankard on your tummy.

The two of you lean in about to talk.

“You’re a-“ you begin to speak but are cut off by Dariax grabbing your shirt and kissing you.

It sloppy and you faces bash together but you rake your hands into his beard, the tankards of alcohol discarded as the kiss deepens into to tongue filled kiss.

Dorian Storm:

Dorian cleans the blades from his musical instrument weapons in the dim light of the newly awaken sun.

He had just arisen with the sun and the peacefulness of the Inn’s garden is the perfect place to clean his weapons in.

He currently sits on an old stone bench in the pub garden, a tree as his back rest as he zones out into his work.

You had awoken just after him and now you chill lounging on a wooden pub chair along with your aged, knitted blanket that you snagged at a market all those years ago.

By now all that has been said between the two of you is a quiet ‘good morning’. Despite this the two of you happily sit in each other’s company.

You look over to Dorian, who is fully clothed unlike you in your sleepwear.

“Do the blades effect the sound?” you blurt out to the air genasi in pure interest.

“Pardon.” He looks up from his spot his ice like eyes staring at you in confusion as the quietness is broken.

“If the blades are a part of the instruments then there’s more to them?” you tiredness messes up your explanation so you try again, “Surely the weapons add more weight and mass to the instruments, so surly there’s a different sound to them?”

“Well-“ He’s a bit taken a back by you sudden interest of his weapons/instruments but then as his minds fades out of surprise he realises that something like this was coming.

For one thing he get’s along with you the most out of the group; out of everyone he made you his friend first. For a second thing he always sees you looking over his instruments (and unknown to Dorian you steal glances at him also).

He scoots over the end of the bench and beckons you over. You scoot the wooden pub garden chair closer to him so your legs are almost together.

Dorian begins a hyper-fixated explanation of his instruments and their workings. He points out the different components of his weapons/instruments whilst you just listen and slowly lean forward closer to him, taking in the details of the cool items.

He to leans closer into you as he explains, you knees know touching and his ombre hair dangling on your arm.

Your fingers skim over the delicate details of the lute, you focused on the woodgrain and his soft spoken words.

His words fade off though as the two of you look up from the lute, your faces too close.

He is higher up for the wooden chair you sit on; the chair is low and creaky almost like a deck chair so as you lean forward, he leans his face down your lips almost touching.

His blue nose bumps your before he leans his face sideways and the two of you fully kiss a short and sweet kiss.

You both pull back just a bit so your lips are apart by your noses are touching, a purple blush on his face and your face warm with delight.

Fearne Calloway:

The want to kiss Fearne is always there but the tangle of poison plants and the incapacitating nervousness stops you from it.

Little Mister currently runs back and forward on you shoulders weighting you down. You like the fire monkey friend but you are not used to him lingering on your shoulders.

“Mister.” You warn like a parent, “Pick a shoulder and stay there please.”

The monkey yells and decides to hug you head instead of choosing a shoulder to perch on.

“Ok…fine.” You mumble as the monkey holds his hands on your forehead.

As you struggle with the fire monkey Fearne looks over to you with loving eyes.

“Are you ok (y/n)?” she dreamily asks as she clip clops over to you, “Little Mister are you being nice?”

You turn and pause at the beauty of a woman that stands in front of you, Little Mister bops up and down, his hands grabbing at your head.

“He’s a bit grabby.” You smile, the breath leaving you lungs from looking at Fearne.

“Here-“ Fearne encourages you to hold out your arm. When you do her long finger wrap around your forearm creating a bridge for the monkey to walk across.

“-Come on Little Mister.” She coos.

Mister yells but clambers across you conjoined arms stopping in the middle were Fearne’s hands grip your arms. The black, white and orange monkey gives you a giant grin, licks of fire protruding from his dagger teeth.

He then tramples up onto Fearne’s shoulders but does not stay. He leaps off causing the woman lurch forward, her body pressed against yours her hand that once gripped your arm now in your hand.

“Your eyes are very pretty.” Is all she says, a soft smile on her lips and her fingers intertwining with yours.

Your noes sniffles and face flusters at being so close to the fauna woman.

Her other hand wonders up to cup the round of your face her thumb holding your chin as she leans into a kiss.

The kiss is soft.

It lingers and your noses touch.

It’s like a cool breeze on a hot day; barely there but a much wanted and needed thing. Even when her pink lips disconnect from yours, she still stays close.

Opal:

Ted snorts as she slinks off into the kitchen leaving you and Opal be in the living room surrounded in pillows like you did when you were kids.

Opal hangs on you arms, her head on your shoulder, the feeling of her warm breath on your skin.

You know in just a moment she’ll ask to sit on you lap in a peaceful cuddle or just flop on top of you without any warning.

You’ve both done it since you were children, though Opal is almost always they one on top of you.

She was the overzealous girl who was taller than the rest and you were the much quieter chubby kid who helped her out with her multiplication homework.

She attached herself to you straight away and even now as adults she hasn’t let go despite the looming peril of her soon to be departure into the bigger world.

“I’m going to miss you and Ted.” She mopes as her long arms now sneaking around your plush middle, her nose nestling into your neck.

“You’ll have Ted in your head.” You say as you hold her.

“Yeah, well-“ she looks up at you, her normally sparkly face droopy and dull, “-I won’t have you.”

“Well, if I get good enough, I can be in your head too.” You joke despite the fact you could do that if you get good enough at magic.

See whilst Opal is going on her little adventure in the vast world you have gotten an apprenticeship with the local wizard; a jolly old woman a town over who mostly does healing and fortune telling now she’s not as mobile but she is rumoured to once be extremely powerful in her youth.

“I’d much rather have you physically with me.” She mutters into your neck as her leg is flung over your lap.

“Well, I’ll ask if there’s a teleportation spell she can teach me, huh?”

She mumbles a ‘yes’ before going full Koala bear on you and entangling her body with yours.

“Gosh, if you’re like this with me now then what are you going to be like when you go?”

“A mess.” You hear Ted yell making Opal huff and you let out a hearty laugh.

Opal somewhat untangles herself from you, leaning backwards to look at her sister in kitchen.

“I won’t be a mess I know exactly what I’m going to do!” she retorts.

“What cry?” Ted smirks knowing that she’s riling her twin sister up.

“No, ok maybe I’ll cry but I will do this!”

Whilst still situated in your lap, Opal twists around, grabs your face and lays on a bit over emotional kiss on your lips.

“About time.” Ted shouts as you melt into the kiss.

Orym of the Air Ashari:

Sitting in the forest Orym looks up to the sky, the winds blow the orange leaves off the sleepy trees.

The world around spirals into to the nook that you and him relax in.

You are lying down next to your halfling friend whilst the wind whistles and the leaves crunch as the Autumn slowly dies into winter.

Orym, being the one sitting up right, sways with the rhythm of the world around, his short brown hair tousling in the cool breeze.

Your eyes are closed, hands on your tummy, and your head slightly turned to the side. If you were to open your eyes you’d being looking up to Orym. But you don’t open your eyes. The air may be cold but the sky is clear and the sun shines down on your face and eyelids.

Orym looks down at your relaxed face the sun illuminating the rounds of your face.

“I can feel you staring.” You whisper as you creek a singular eye open, “Like what you see?”

He darts his eyes away; his hands begin to fiddle.

You open your eyes fully but you drape your hand over your forehead hoping to guard your irises from the sunbeams.

“We need to go back soon.” He murmurs as he braves looking back down at you.

“The Air Ashari can wait.” You hum back.

“People will talk if we take too long.” Orym thinks not brave enough to say it out loud, it is very obvious to all Air Ashari but you two that you love each other.

You are the person who makes the halfling feel shy, like he’s the only the person in the vast world but you two are hardly every alone despite being good friends. People are always around so when he can, he steals you away to the same small place in the forest.

Moments pass, you wiggle over still lying down, your body touching Orym’s.

“Hello.” You smile as your face snuggles into his leg, “It’s a bit cold.”

His face is dusted with pink as he looks down at you. He wants to say ‘I told you to take your cloak.’ or ‘We should go back then.’ but he just affectionately looks at you instead.

“What are you thinking of?” you ponder connecting your eyes with his. He doesn’t answer for he is too focused on mapping out each pattern in your eyes.

“…You know what I think of a lot?” you scarcely utter, “How you’re the bravest person I know.”

“What?” he rapidly blinks the focus disappearing.

You sit up a bit as he leans down more. You both seem to talk to one another through your eyes.

You both are brave so you both lean in for a sweet kiss which grows deeper as he lowers you down.

The two of you aren’t going back anytime soon.

At the time of writing this (not posting) only episode three is out so I can do a part two for other characters like Poska, Fy'ra Rai, maybe even Shaun... who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What do people think? It's my first scenario fic and the first time writing for EXU, so I'd love to here what every one thinks.

#Exandria Unlimited #critical role #cr exu #exu #Exandria Unlimited x reader #orym x reader #fearne calloway x reader #opal x reader #dariax zaveon x reader #dorian storm x reader #critical role x reader #x plus size reader #x gender neutral reader

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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Warming Up Their S/O’s Cold Hands

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth, Orym, Dariax

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This is for the top 4 results on the Poll I Did. Honestly, I kind of expected Keyleth and Grog to be winners, but am pleasantly surprised to see Orym and Dariax too. But yeah, I made the poll because my hands were freezing and thought it’d be fun to see who people thought would be the best for hand warming.

Grog

Despite being like half naked, this man just radiates body heat. You mention your hands being cold and he’s happy to just engulf them with his own.

Of course he does mention sticking them over a fire, but then decides he likes the idea of “tricking” you into physical affection - it’s very clear what he’s trying to do but you’re cold so no way are you calling him out.

If you try to put your hands on his chest or back, he’ll let out a high pitched yelp at the cold. It’s honestly pretty hilarious and he grumbles and tells you to quit laughing or he won’t give you cuddles.

Dariax

He notices you clenching and unclenching your fists a lot and wonder if you’re itching for a fight. He’s sure he could find someone that looks like enough of an asshole for you.

But then he sees that you’re doing it in hopes of warming up your hands. Honestly that makes a lot more sense. Dariax is quick to give you a smile and offer his own hands to you.

Dariax would also try to find a loaf of bread for some reason. He’d state that he heard that apparently if you stick your hands in either side of freshly baked bread that it feels like mittens. He feels like those rumors are dumb, but one way to find out. And you get a nice snack out of it!

Keyleth

Keyleth sees you rubbing your hands together to get some kind of warmth and she’s quick to mention being able to help. She can use some druidcrafting to make her own hands warmer so they can help warm you up. If you’re okay with handholding, she’s totally fine with finding other methods. Wouldn’t want to pressure you or anything... (she very much wants to hold hands).

Has some happy humming as she holds your hands in hers. Might make a face because your hands are very cold, but she endures it because this is to help you out.

Might try to find you some mittens or see if she can fashion together anything to help keep your hands warm too. As much as she’d love to hold your hands all day, she also thinks it’d be super cute if you had matching mittens. She’d love to knit some except she doesn’t know how to knit. It’s the thought that counts.

Orym

Like Keyleth, he’s happy to use some druidcrafting to hold your hands, if you let him. He just noticed you looking uncomfortable and doesn’t want you to go through that.

He’s a little guy, but he still tries his best to warm you up. Might see if he can make a nice, hot cup of tea that he can give you to help warm you up too, keeping his hands over yours as you hold the mug.

Orym isn’t the tallest guy and his arm might tire a bit from reaching up to hold yours. But he grins and bears it. He likes the physical contact and also doesn’t want to to let go until your hands are nice and warm.

#critical role x reader #orym x reader #keyleth x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon x reader #grog strongjaw x reader #grog x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years ago

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

Awww!! Such fluff galore! 💞🥹💕

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

Dariax

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

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

Dorian

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

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

Ashton

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

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

Orym

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

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

#critical role #inbox answers #my writing #headcanons #inbox requests #bell’s hells #crown keepers #critical role x y/n #ashton greymoore #bell’s hells x you #dorian storm #crown keepers x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon #orym of the air ashari

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years ago

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Hey :) Don't know if you still do requests - but I met Dariax a week ago and I love him dearly. And I'm an Ashton girl so - how would these two react to an accidental kiss?

This is cutest thing because I know both would react differently!

Dariax

You had been caught in the cramped hiding place for a good while. Elbows and feet all jabbed into each other’s sides and other places. Despite your protests against the situation, you and Dariax both squirmed to get in a comfortable position. However, you both had the same idea as when your heads moved, the instant warmth of your lips met. In an already cramped spot, your slight movements only deepened the kiss with each passing second. You don’t know why you hadn’t pulled away. Did you want to? Or was this just something that felt natural. For a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw Dariax’s eyes flutter before he closed them and pulled you closer.

Ashton

The air ship that carried your group rocked carelessly despite the captain’s reassurances. Luckily, Ashton had noticed your tossing and rushed to catch you as another gale crashed in. “You good?”, the ashari asked as he held you to the railing. Brushing the hair from your face, you offered Ashton a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Not like we haven’t been—.” At that, another gust knocked the ship as you tumbled into Ashton’s arms. Only now both sets of arms and legs were sprawled out. And you noted the compromising position. Eyes wide, and lips molded perfectly into each other. You knew this must have been embracing for him as it was you, so why wasn’t he pulling away? And why did the half-lid gaze suggest otherwise?

#critical role #inbox asks #bell’s hells #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon #exu #ashton greymoore #inbox request #fanfic #my writing #crown keepers #ashton x reader #bell’s hells x you #crown keepers x reader #writeblr

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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I would like to request letters K, A, T for Dariax~

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Dariax Zaveon

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons

Note(s): Yeah okay, I see what you did anon. I appreciate you ❤️

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dariax only shows affection to those close to him. Lots of "I got your back" and being pressed up to the other person. He's perfectly fine with hand holding and side hugs too.

Likes to give pats on the back too. Even if that seems like a small thing, he still does it (although it might just be a pat on the thigh with his height).

He's not the best with words or thinking of what words to use, but he does his best to make it clear that he's always there no matter what.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

If he's in a silly, goofy mood then he'll gladly make the most obnoxious (but endearing) "MWAH" noise as he gives a big wet kiss to you. Besides that, he attempts to be gentle but he's so eager and happy to give you kisses that they might be a tad on the forceful side (he makes up for it with another kiss).

Many, many face kisses. He's not trying to be teasing by not just giving a kiss on the lips, he wants to cover as much ground as he can. Also he might be a tad shy so kisses on the cheeks, forehead, and nose help him get the courage to plant one on the mouth.

He would very much like the favor returned. A kiss for every one he gave you, please and thank you. Dariax will gladly hum as he waits for you to kiss his cheeks or forehead. Very much not picky where he gets a kiss.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When it comes to dates, not much effort required as he sees doing the simplest things with you as a date. Going on a walk or having a shopping episode? If he's paired with you then boom, it's a date! At least in his mind it is, even if nothing too romantic happens.

Now anniversaries and gifts get more thought put into them. Monthly anniversaries would probably get like a small gift, he remembers them, but when you've had him for years that's when he goes a lot more all out with romance! Tries to pull for a candlelit dinner with live music (he owes Dorian quite a bit for this).

Effort in everyday tasks really depends. He, of course, would like to make you happy by getting things done. Definitely doesn't hold back in fights (unless it's like sparring then he might go easier because he doesn't want to hurt his friends). But I can also see him putting off some things until the last minute. Cleaning isn't really for him, but he tries if you ask him.

#critical role x reader #dariax x reader #dariax zaveon x reader

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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Dear Kat! I have read your excellent CR fandoms and was hoping for the "reader drunk love confession" trope with Ashton, Dorian, Orym, Mollymauk and perhaps my love Dariax? <3 (and any character you want to include)

Drunken Love Confessions

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Dorian Storm, Orym, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Dariax Zaveon

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Technically I’m only doing four characters at a time, but you just had to use my weakness against me (I love Dariax v much). I’m glad to write this for you for all of these babes <3

Ashton

Oh he is just watching you stumble over your words and ramble about being in love with him. Except you think you’re talking to someone else about how amazing Ashton is.

It is a tad embarrassing to know that you feel so strongly about him. Might have to process your words a bit, but for now he’ll gladly ask you to go on with how much you love Ashton. What is it about the genasi that gets your heart pumping?

Absolutely mentions you being drunk off your ass the next morning. Wouldn’t bring up the confession since he doesn’t want to embarrass you when you’re hungover and probably wanting to die from that alone.

Would tell you that he likes you too. Might need time to fully process what exactly happened and make sure you were genuine, cause it was drunk talking and he doesn’t want to be your mistake.

Dorian

He’s nervously laughing as he’s scanning the bar, trying to find someone to help. He needs an adult.

Don’t get him wrong, he is very happy that you love him so much. But you’re so very drunk and don’t know what you’re saying and he’d prefer someone to come help you so if you do remember this, you don’t regret all of this entirely.

The next morning will be him constantly trying to make eye contact and seeing if you’re okay. And also trying to see if you mention remembering confessing to him because he really hopes you do so he can confess while sober.

Also wants to make sure he can talk to you before any possible miscommunications can happen because you were very drunk. If you do forget what you said then Dorian is going to just stew in that confession and be an unhappy genasi because what the fuck is he supposed to do with this information?! He’s awkward!

Mollymauk

Much like Ashton (it’s almost like Taliesin has a type with his characters), he’s teasingly asking you to go on about how much you love this purple tiefling of yours.

Does try switching your alcohol for water several times as he wants you to remember this so you two can actually talk about it the next day. Like hell he’s letting you run and hide from your confession.

Sure, it might just be drunken words that mean nothing, but he still wants to talk to you about it. If it is nothing then he’ll tease you endlessly. But he hopes it means something because he likes you too.

The next morning is him teasing you still but also taking care of you while you’re hungover, just being gentle because he loves you too.

Orym

Orym is very concerned and doesn’t quite know what to think with the drunken confessing. He really thinks you need to drink more water and that you’ll regret all of this tomorrow.

Which he is prepared to tell you it’s okay. That he’s fine being your friend still. Even if the thought hurts his heart, he doesn’t want to lose you due to drunken confessing.

Although with how drunk you are, he might decide to be a tad selfish. He already felt some guilt feeling this way for you when he still loves Wil. But he might let it slip that he loves you too. You’re drunk and there’s a good chance you’ll forget it in the morning.

The next morning is him checking on you and doing his best to get you some healing and water. He might bring up what happened, mostly being vague since he doesn’t want to embarrass you. Should you remember what happened then he’s ready to deal with the consequences of his actions (thankfully it’s good consequences).

Bonus! Dariax

God he’s also very drunk and you two are just being so overly cute with your “I love you” “Well I love you more!”

Dorian wants to put his head through a wall but decided to be the designated sober friend so you two don’t do anything stupid.

The next morning will absolutely be the genasi tuning his lute for hours to antagonize you both with the noise.

Rather you two remember what happened the night before, he doesn’t care (well he kind of does because he wants you two to be happy with each other and not awkward and silent treatment-y).

#critical role x reader #ashton greymoore x reader #mollymauk tealeaf x reader #mollymauk x reader #ashton x reader #orym x reader #dorian x reader #dorian storm x reader #caduceus excluded from the taliesin teasing because he's good boy™#heavyrainonthemoon #dariax zaveon x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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Another round of music. Same request as before CR Bois and y/n reader head cannons.

Batch no 2, on it!

Lonely nights - Percy

He knows your rank and standing are above him, but neither of you have ever cared. At least when he holds you in his arms, you both forget about the lingering reminder of an impending fiancée you never chose to love. Not as much as you love a white-haired bespectacled inventor.

Somebody - Grog

As much as he cares for everyone in the party, it dawned on Grog that he didn’t have a “person” like everyone else, until he grew more drawn to you. It was the most unexpected welcoming but Grog never takes it for granted with you. His strength (which also comes from you), your skills, and the antics you have together. Who could ask for more?

One night love affair - Ashton

The night you spent together in Issylria was not the ideal one you had planned for each other, but it was better than being apart. You could never imagine being apart from him or the others, but at least there’s a comfort in closeness after the fallout of the Solstice

I’ll always be right there - Vax

He’ll never be that far away from you, no matter how many times you’ve worried about him. Be it in combat or by a goddess’s side, there is always a warmth you sense, of the love that transcends the barriers

Don’t look now - Dariax

He didn’t expect such a reunion ever. Dorian reuniting with these two halves of the friends he joined along with Fearne and Orym. And he didn’t intend to run into you again. Or Deni$e. He realizes he wasn’t the best to you both, but fighting against impending doom does have a way of throwing you back together

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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Another couple of song requests. Same as before head cannons for y/n reader and CR bois.

I love Bruce and Stevie!! 💞

I will run to you - Vax

It just screams him! He loves you! He adores you! He wants to be near you almost all the time, and wants you. Every touch, kiss and caress is something treasured with you.

All or nothin at all - Fjord

This is a man on a mission, and aside from breaking his pacts with Betrayer Gods and finding his new purpose in life, he’s got his sights on you and how you make him want to be a better person.

Human touch - Mollymauk

The entertainer can only fill so much inside himself, but it feels hollow after minutes and days go by. So being around you has had a better effect than he’s anticipated, something deeper and more genuine.

Better days - Dariax

I think for the longest time he was just used to go with the flow and never took so much of initiative for himself. Once he was with you and the Crown Keepers, he walks a little bit taller. More confident of himself, and drawn closer to you than he anticipated.

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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Not the same anon as before, but now I'm stuck with Dariax feels 😭 Would it be okay if I requested Headcanons on the lead up to him asking out the reader?

Leading Up to Asking Out S/O

Fandom: Critical Role, ExU

Characters: Dariax Zaveon

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: The Dariax feels are very strong. I would love him to show up as an NPC in Campaign 3, ngl (begging Matt to spare a crumb of Dariax pls)

Dariax

Constantly wiping his palms due to them being sweaty. He doesn’t know why they’re so sweaty. He’s just going to ask you for some drinks, he’s done that plenty of times.

Granted those had been with everyone else and this time he wants it to be the two of you.

Probably snatches some flowers out of someone’s garden to make a bouquet. Why spend money in a shop when there’s free flowers outside? Seems silly to him.

I can see him asking Dorian if he can make some speech to inspire Dariax a bit. Maybe hide in a bush nearby to mouth the words so Dariax doesn’t forget them. Doesn’t know why Dorian wants him to say “I love shoe” but if it works, it works!

#critical role x reader #dariax zaveon x reader

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randoimago · 2 years ago

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Then in that case, I'd like to request Dariax dating headcanons FOR our glorious Mod Kat.

Dating Headcanons

Fandom: Critical Role, EXU

Characters: Dariax Zaveon

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Thank you anon! You’re too kind ❤️

Dariax

Honestly doesn't have many plans when it comes to dates. Just being with you makes him happy enough. So rather it's a simple walk, a shopping episode, or just getting breakfast, he views it all as little dates.

Likes to give gifts, but he prefers just picking up random objects on his travels and giving them to you. He thinks it's nicer than spending a bunch of gold on you. He's also broke so there's that.

Always complimenting you. Rather it's your clothes, your face, the way you smell, just so many compliments. To go with that, he's always bragging about you to others. Dorian can't go ten minutes without Dariax relating something to something you did/said.

Speaking of Dorian, he ends up being a third wheel more often than not when it comes to you two. Rather it's cause Dariax asked for the bard to play music on a "date" or he's just in the same area and Dariax begins being a sap. The genasi acts like he's not a romantic, but he does enjoy seeing Dariax so happy.

#critical role x reader #dariax zaveon x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago

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masterlist vii

Some links were going funky on my desktop so I’m adding a new masterlist to here so that it can be updated better

Tik tok tease 😈

Superman and Vash appreciation

Critical Role - coffee bae 💕 ☕️ //

Vox Machina - noble!reader // WEREWOLF PUPPY // taking care of them when exhausted // treating migraines // boys + period headcanons // you remember? // trouble in paradise // Birb Machina // reverse birb machina // Garmelie reveals through art // Grog romance // Vax and sweet bartender // Vax + childhood friend // you have beautiful eyes // close the door?? 🚪 // close the door 🚪 part 2 // day gone wrong 😅 // rizz them up ✨ // flying Treasure Planet style //

Song fic -Grog // song fic - (my) dandelion // song fic // Mothers Day - song - Percy // song fic - Vax angst //

Modern s/o series - different dance styles // bonding with Percy //

Mighty Nein - beach 🏝️ day // cuddle headcanons //

Song fic - Caleb // song fic - angst // song fic // song fic - outfield // song fic - 2 //

Bell’s Hells - song fic //

Crown Keepers - song fic + Dariax //

Ring of Brass - song fic //

Song fic for the ladies //

Castlevania - Hector A-Z NSFW // Dracula + fem!reader smut // drawing the boys // remember what they say // Alucard and his jealous lover // Alucard and art as a gift // got a black eye defending him // Isaac A-Z NSFW //

Marvel - Namor + nurse!reader // Guardians of the Galaxy fluff //

Star Wars 🌟- Poe fluff + Miguel //

Prey (2022) - Taabe smut //

Unicorn 🦄 Warriors Eternal - Edred headcanons // Aewulf HC’s //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon - horse riding with Aegon //

Ewan characters - Osferth and Tom //

Into/Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara fluff // biting kink headcanons // soft headcanons // angst headcanons // angst part 2 headcanons // sick headcanons // dancer!reader // touch-starved Miguel // Miguel and a shy reader // college boyfriend Miguel // fangs and claws oh my! �� // Miguel + parks & rec // incorrect quotes // Miguel AZ fluff alphabet // love nicknames // incorrect quotes + Gabriella O’Hara // good morning ☀️🌞// incorrect quotes part 2 // love me, choose me, pick me // Miguel Regency era // incorrect quotes part(s) 3-4 // wedding 💍 headcanons //

Assassin’s Creed - Connor Kenway fluff // AC OC Debut // Shay & Haytham + Assassin // Haytham NSFW // Desmond Mermay // barista bae ☕️ // Dad + kid just like mom // Haytham hurt & comfort // Haytham + hurt and comfort // love confession + “you” // Ezio birthday 🎂 headcanons // morning seggs + Haytham // codexmonthly - mirage // Ezio birthday headcanons part 2 // bath 🛁 headcanons 💕 //

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel 😈 - Crimson SFW and NSFW //

Blood of Zeus - Apollo x daughter of Nyx // pantheon smut // ares and Amazon!reader // dating Seraphim headcanons //

Legend of Zelda/ToTK - Sidon and his illicit affairs //

Dragon Age

DA Absolution - Miriam + kisses on face //

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