#first CR fic!!

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Regulus “My tummy has the rumblies that only hands can satisfy” Black

And

James “Carllllll” Potter

I’m sorry

It works so well for crivers

Please forgive me

@yesiamprocrastinating @starsarestories @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft

PLEASE GET THE REFERENCE

@noblehouseofgay does this make you want to read it?

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

Shattered Infinity

[essektheylyss]

I AM writing a post-c3 one-shot about Essek trying to blow up his whole life and getting gently bullied into being loved, idiot... but also if you want to read a saga of Essek trying to blow up his whole life and getting gently bullied into being loved, idiot, you can come on down read heir to the devil's fortune right now. And you should, because frankly, it is a delight.

[ravendruid]

I had four hours of interrupted sleep and I dreamed about Vaxleth the entire time.

[clar-a-m]

Had the best time ever coming up with Imogen and Laudna designs alongside the one and only @the-junebugg for her the last of us au

I had made a few Imogen designs before but we got to add a few more for her and finally figure out Laudna's look!

You can check out all of Imogen's looks in a single image under the cut:

[septembermonologues]

i need my irls to look away but i wrote something for the first time in like two years should any of my non irls be interested

Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm

Word Count: 1,449

Summary: The first sensations that came to Orym as he woke up were the unnatural quiet and darkness of the room around him, sending a spark of panic down his spine before his brain caught up and reminded him that the Hells had crashed in a pocket dimension. The next things he processed were the solid, cold weight pressed along his back and hair in his mouth. That got him to open his eyes, and the sight of blue arms wrapped around his chest left him about as breathless as maybe you're just the first beautiful, kind face that I have ever seen had left him the night before.

[quinn-of-aebradore]

It’s all Kingsley can do to keep him out of his lap once they’re sitting because he knows he won’t be able to keep his hands to himself if he does and Caleb gets mopey when they get started without him on date nights. The last thing he wants tonight is a mopey Caleb Widogast. “Save some of yourself for Caleb, darling,” he mutters, a laugh lilting his voice, as he firmly keeps Essek planted on the lounge beside him. “You can enjoy me from here.” Or; Caleb is stuck in a meeting, Essek goes to Darktow early to wait with Kingsley, and Kingsley decides the two of them should get dressed up for Caleb. Also, they're both incredibly horny but neither want to get started without Caleb there. What could go wrong?

Originally intended as a a Wildflowers treat for @luddlestons, I fully lost control of the word count to Purple Horiness(TM) so now it's just a behemoth of a gift fic XD Luddles! I hope you enjoy the nonsense! Thank you for the SWK prompt, it was really fun to write Kingsley for once and I will definitely endeavor to write more of him from here on out 💜💜💜💜

[blorbologist]

Architects of our Demise | Chapter 15

[ Age of Arcanum AU | Perc'ahlia | M | Updates every ~2 weeks, except a very early update today ]

[ Vax is the Warden of Ravens, Vex is his Champion, Percival is the creator of aeormatons, and FCG is vibing ]

[ Chapter 15: Pool Rules at the Raven's Crest:

- No running - No food or drink - Do not contaminate the blood of the divine with your own dirty mortal blood - There is no lifeguard, drowning is the point - No pets allowed ]

It’s evening before anything but the birds show signs of life.

Pike and Percival jump to attention as the doors open with the sound of breaking bones. Between them pads Vex’ahlia, returning her feathers to her hair. Her hair soaked in blood. 

Most of her is slathered in blood, actually. So abundant it’s coagulating in sticky layers on her shoulders. Sings a delicate drip-drip hymn on the obsidian stairs. Even the air recoils with the metallic scent of it. All less gruesome than the expression on her face. Like she wants to kill something - or someone.

When he places his coat over her shoulders, Vex’ahlia looks at him fondly and says, “I took most of my clothes off to avoid getting anything covered in blood, darling.” 

Ah. Yes - there’s her tunic and leggings, thrown over Trinket’s back. Whatever else is left on her is probably -

The dying light is suddenly stifling in its intensity; Percival feels flushed. Well, he’s pleased with his instinct to offer his coat; it’s seen worse than this. He can always launder it. And he’d hate for her to walk through Vasselheim half- yes.

“They don’t have towels in there?” Pike asks, taking the steps two at a time; Vex’ahlia hasn’t slowed or stopped, briskly walking towards the skyship port. The hairs at Percival’s nape prickle.

She laughs. “No, they don’t. It’s so stupid!”

Percival clears his throat. Says, deliberately lightly: “So - how has your brother been?”

Vex’ahlia brings the cloak closed around her front. “Busy, apparently.” Catching the looks from Pike and Percival, she throws them back with “We’ll talk at the ship,” and picks up the pace.

--

That pace turns into a jog when they hear screaming coming from two figures on the Grey Huntress: Grog is brandishing his axe with a feral grimace while FCG crouches beneath him. (Crouch is admittedly generous, what with the inflexible metal chassis.)

“Shithead’s back!” he wails before anyone can ask. “He ruined my new coat!” There is indeed a white splatter marring the rich blue wool. Percival winces in sympathy before remembering that his own coat is currently covered in blood. 

He also remembers -

Pike spins on herself before spotting the bird perched on a mast. “Are you sure it’s the same one?” she asks. “I mean - there were a lot of crows at the Reaper Prince’s temple.”

“Those,” says Percival, “were ravens.”

[From the beginning] [Keep reading on AO3!]

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

First Kiss: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have First Kiss! Check under the cut for 6 fics that span a range of genres but all feature a first kiss, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

Careful Steps by chaya (6066, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek tries to pursue Caleb, but his efforts don't exactly translate across cultures. But, given the theme of this recommendation, you can probably guess how it works out in the end.

Reccer says: It's fitting that these two doofuses would run into some cultural differences and put a foot in it a few times. It's adorable and I really like the world building and the early interpretation of Essek's personality.

Only Lovers See The Fall by mousecookie (5395, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek go to the Harvest Close festival in Zadash and have a heart-to-heart about belonging, choices, and their feelings for each other.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Ghosting by TiliaC0rdata (18536, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

After moments of closeness and a series of misunderstandings, Caleb and Essek address their feelings in an unusual place.

Reccer says: It's a different take on their first kiss, with a little bit of comedy.

Unrealised Potential by Hartlynk (11453, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Caleb and Essek have a heart-to-heart in the Blooming Grove, addressing their feelings for each other.

Reccer says: It's touching and beautifully written.

If nobody knows, tell me, what's the crime? (specifically chapter 2!) by MarsBar2019 (53612, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, (the depictions of violence are very well-marked and can be skipped if needed)

In chapter 2, the wizards experience a lot of firsts, including a beautifully dramatic first kiss.

Reccer says: This is one of my absolute favourite fics of all time, but in terms of the first kiss, it's full of emotion, drama and desperation, and it comes with love confessions. It can be enjoyed as a vignette, as a wonderful entree for the smut in the same chapter or as a part of a delightful multi-chapter whole.

the hole in the stone by MinnesotaBruja (13243, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Animal Death

Shortly post-Cognouza, Essek takes a position as a lighthouse keeper on a remote island north of Eiselcross. These are his letters to Caleb.

Reccer says: The Angst hurt so good and there was plenty of good to balance it!

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Modern AU!

[kmackatie]

After an unexpected turn in what was an otherwise normal day, Essek Thelyss casts sending, hoping his partner will have a moment to spare.

read on AO3 here

This fic is loosely set in the same universe as pieces of (you) me, but you do not need to read that one to enjoy this.

Spoilers for c3e95 - A Gathering of Needs.

Cover image by Jez Timms on Unsplash.

Rating: T Fandom: Critical Role Relationship: Essek Thelyss / Caleb Widogast Additional Tags: established relationship, a reunion and a moment to rest, the manifestation of home in a person and a demiplane you create together, playing fast and loose with 5e mechanics, comfort fic Words: 4,746 Chapters: 1/1

[orym-blossoms]

Ashton wonders what it would be like to kiss Orym right up until the moment they do it. They know from past partners it's kinda weird, and a little uncomfortable because their lips don't quite give like they're supposed to. They scrape their lower lip with their own teeth and shudder at the sensation. Think about how soft and pillowy Dorian's lips must be in comparison and sets it aside.

They always hurt, but when Orym puts his hands on them sometimes, that ache turns almost sweet. Ashton can tell the difference between pain and want, and Orym's small hands break through the noise enough that Ashton's started to dream about it. They should put a stop to it, probably, because Orym has no clue the kind of feelings he's causing. Probably better to just say it hurts too much and walk away, but then Orym's face would do that thing where he gets all disappointed and that's a completely different kind of hurt. So they let him . . . They never ask for it, but Orym always seems to know what they need.

Ashton is thinking about kissing Orym but it's the wrong time, the kind of desperate irrational desire that surges through their impulse control when they panic. Orym's conscious but covered in blood--his own, someone else's, it's probably too much for one halfling, right?--and Ashton's hands shake around the cork on the potion bottle. What the fuck are they even doing here, why did they get involved in this mess, they're on the wrong fucking continent and Orym's going to die--

"Hey," Orym manages, feverish green eyes staring unfocused at Ashton. "Breathe. I'm okay."

Ashton's going to burst into tears so instead they muffle a sob against Orym's bruised lips. Orym freezes for a moment, but then goes soft and pliant under Ashton. This touch . . . Their body sings. It's a good touch.

Orym gently breaks away but doesn't go far. He leans his forehead gently against Ashton's and cups their cheek.

"Let's talk after, okay?" Orym says. Ashton can taste the healing potion on their own lips and nods.

"That's a fucking promise, yeah?"

Orym brushes another faint kiss across their lips. "Promise."

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Cough cough, crivers spoilers (but ilkkk that @allonsy-moony has gotten to the I lied. If not, shooooo other other reg)

Anyways, more thinking because mmmm, angst.

With this, I remembered the audio from Danganronpa or whatever. The one that is like “you promise, I can’t believe you lied” one. Yes, that. But imagine

James: “You… you said you wouldn’t volunteer… You promised. I can’t believe you lied”

Regulus: “You have only yourself to blame. You believed my promise. I didn’t need you to”

Sorrryyy, angst over

@yesiamprocrastinating @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @bralnwashed @starsarestories

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

I've been thinking about potential ways the next episode or two will go, considering we're in the final strokes of C3. Right now, we're in a weird grey area where it's not clear what the Imogen/Predathos situation will be

That said, this campaign featured several breaks from our main party. We had Team Wildemount and Team Issylra, the Crown Keepers, the Brass Ring, the Downfall crew, Vox Machina, and the Mighty Nein

Quite frankly, I fail to see how a party half-spent from fighting Ludinus is in a place to defeat the BBEG single-handedly. It's more likely, then, that the Predathos battle will bring back some old parties

I'm specifically imagining a two-part boss battle where Bells Hells battle Imogen/Predathos and separate them (with Imogen dying/surviving in the process). However, separating the two of them frees Predathos from Ruidus, and it begins to tear down the Divine Gate to get to its prey. The second part of the boss battle then becomes Predathos vs the Gods. Maybe it's just our regular players, maybe it's the Downfall players, maybe it's a mix of both, or a new table configuration altogether. But I find it hard to believe that the pantheon will turn tail and run immediately (like Corellon believes). I think at least a few will want to stay in Exandria to kill Predathos once and for all

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

i warned y’all……….. have a fic for the first time in years…

[ravendruid]

I've always wanted to write a Vaxleth coffee shop AU, and I did start writing one last year, but then I didn't continue because lack of confidence and I wasn't sure if people actually care about coffee shop AUs.

Anyway, I had an idea for the beginning of one today, and before I commit to it, I'd like to know if anyone is or would be interested in eventually reading a Vaxleth coffee shop AU?

[lunarrolls]

They get to Whitestone safely, which seems uncharacteristic of them, but Ashton’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially because his still-cooling skin is tightening in that painful way that tells you that you’ve fucked something up and stood in the sun too long.

Laudna loaned him one of her spare blouses, and they’re back to their old pants and boots for now. They wrap their (thankfully preserved) trench coat around their torso and lean back, closing their eyes.

Gods, what the fuck is happening?

His thoughts are interrupted before they can get sent into a neverending, fractalling spiral of terror by the familiar sound of padding feet approaching his location. He cracks one eye open (his bad eye, but it doesn’t matter; even blind he’d recognize him) and grins.

“What’s up, Ory—“

Before they can finish, Orym’s lips are on theirs. They nearly jerk back out of sheer surprise before quickly returning the gesture. Orym pulls back after a moment.

“Damn, okay,” Ashton says, slightly breathless and still hot from the fucking lava pit. “I gotta get my clothes melted off more often, I guess.”

Orym blushes at the comment. “I mean, I’m not complain—no, I mean. Yes, I’m complaining.”

Ashton cocks an eyebrow.

“Watching you fly out of a pit of lava naked and glowing was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Orym states matter-of-factly, “and if you ever do anything like it ever again, especially if you drag Fearne along again, not even the titans themselves in all their glory would be able to stop me from resurrecting you just so I could remove your stupid head from your stupid shoulders myself. Do I make myself clear?”

Ashton feels their cheeks grow even warmer. “As fuckin’ crystal. Message received.”

“Good. Now, kiss me again, you absolute fucking moron.”