#jester x molly

[pocketgalaxies]

jester realizing the tarot deck is molly's unfinished art and just Crying in the library TT___TT

[annoying1yapper101]

The Amazing Digital Circuses x dog man!! Au made by @anokartblog !!!

Lil Petey: Caine (Ring master)

Molly: pomni (jester)

[escape-from-reality-reads]

Armored

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

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?” 

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

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

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

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

[genderlesssinner]

Oh god Sam okay

Oh okay that dart was really good Matt

Ninjas in the studio help

🤣😭 "I DON'T EVEN WORK HERE"

Oh shit narrative telephone monthly, nice

TLOVM is so good you guys

Okay okay okay guuyysss

Oh my god the Sprinkle voice 2 seconds in I can't

Oh no pâte and Jester

Poor Sprinkle

This is going to be a hot mess and I can't wait

ROBBIE "I feel like I have thousands of hours to catch up on" sir

Why did you say space pirates Travis

Oh no Chet and Veth AND Braius

Catwoman suit

Samuel explain pls

I need art of this asap please

Open relationship SOMETIMES

"He rode a dinosaur."

My fave already hurts from laughing oh my god

LUC HAS A GIRLFRIEND

Oh Caddy

Level headed? Yeah no

Oh I have missed these absolute fools

Orym is so tiny next to Cad

LIAM IS WEARING A SHIRT THAT SAYS WIZARD KISSER?? S I R

Introducimg everyone is gonna take a hot minute. I don't think Yasha has ever said her last name??? It's been so long

Oh I hadn't thought about the romances at the table

OR BRAIUS AND JESTER OH FUCK

Imogen x Launda (Laura & Marisha)

Jester x Fjord (Laura & Travis)

Yasha x Beau (Ashley & Marisha)

And then there's also Ashton and Fearne and whatever is happening there

This already such absolute chaos

Oh no

I can't wait for the gifs of Matt absolutely loosing his mind over them

Braius you've never heard of him cause he's not a real god boo he's- oh oh wait Ashton is gonna be so into this isn't he

OH NO guys let's not fight please

Poor Caleb trying to keep everyone on track

Oh I've missed Yasha so much "You might want to have a meal before you die."

Oooh wizard shit yeeee my booyyyssss!!! Of course Essek told Caleb about the weird ass dunamancy barbarian

FEARNE'S SARCASTIC ASS "GOOD LUCK"

I'm gonna die tonight

I don't think we've ever gotten this long into an episode with so little input from Matt and I love it

I've missed the lesbians so much,, all of the Nein

I'm sorry hold on

I missed most of whatever Veth shit, fucken internet lag

The fucking keyfish reference Liam, nosebleeds all around

Oh nooo Sprinklllee

Oh dear, all of them in the tower. Interesting

I love Jester and Braius talking shit out and bonding over art 😍

Samuel oh my god. I knew it would be underwear

Jester going with the hard sell I see oh boy

Oh my fucking god Jes with a Nat 20 deception 😂☠️

SAINT JESTER THE PIRATE

Liam forgetting to change character is hilarious

Okay but to be fair I think Molly would be down for them using his head as a pauldron or something

Guys my face hurts from laughing

Liam. Orym better fucking make it home. Yall. I cannot.

welp yeah Veth should know not to just say things to Yasha by now

Robbie as a Braius stand in 😂 love them

Watching them forget to swap voices or just forget what they're doing is so wild

😂😂 Yes Orym what do your halfling ears hear??

Uh oh d20 roll

I was kidding Matt no

Okayokay just wind

And Liam talking to himself 😂

The gifs from this ep are gonna be so good

I forgot about Sashimi's daggers

As someone who has played two characters at the same time, I have a little sympathy but like it was me and one other person and we both had 2 characters so like - this is insane

The descriptors for everyone oh my god

I love Taliesin so much

Ashton and Beau is hilarious and I need more of them

Oof that's a tiny basement

New tower vibes? NEW TOWER VIBES?

Love everyone being slightly sus of the tower

Fearrrnniiieee I love her

HELIUM WIZARD

The immediate spider climb exploring, perfect

Aaannndd she's in the walls. First it was Jester and now it's Laudna

Break tiiiimme

Holy shit. The chaos. I truly was not ready. Hoo.

[mathi-mathi]

How did we get to the point of getting a Critical Role x Among Us collab

We get Laudna, Fearne, Artagan, Chetney, Nott (probably?), Molly, Jester and Pike

[dumbstupidfandomblog]

Man. I just can't help but imagine Critical Role x Baldur's Gate 3 drabbles or a fic or something of that some sort. Idk, I just think it'd be really funny and also a chance for some really cute scenes. Especially with the Mighty Nein.

Now obviously there'd probably be SO much mistrust between the two groups, but just imagine if you will(possibly very minor spoilers under the cut):

Caleb and Gale(and maybe Essek) talking about wizard stuff and cats.

Jester introducing everyone to Artagan. I think Astarion would either like him or fucking hate him.

Karlach, Yasha, and Beau just working out together. Buff lesbians

Fjord and Wyll bonding over shitty patrons. If it's post Ukatoa then Fjord giving Wyll some hope about his situation. I just think it'd be sweet.

Caduceus and Halsin. That's it. I think they'd talk for literally HOURS, just drinking tea and talking about random shit and their respective circles 'n such. ALSO, I'm just imagining them sort of gossiping about and spilling their respective party's secrets to eachother. They'd be silly lol

Jester overhearing the whole convo with Astarion and Tav(if there's a tav in this??) about him not being able to see his reflection and immediately getting to work drawing a portrait of him. As soon as she shows and gives it to him, he's his usual sorta sassy self about it but he absolutely cherishes it.

Also I feel like Astarion would see different bits of his own past in some of the Mighty Nein, specifically Caleb and Yasha, and it'd piss him the FUCK off.

Jester and/or Molly reading the groups fortunes just for fun, the Oracle of the Moon Deck has some cards that would make the groups fortunes REALLY INTERESTING. Maybe Molly also pulls out some of the old circus tricks for fun.

On the topic of Molly, I think Lae'zel would have this very confusing respect for Molly? She'd find them really foolish at first and not think much of them, but I think she'd then see them actually in combat and be impressed with their skills.

I feel like Nott/Veth would just start mothering some of the bg3 party. Like not heavily, but a bit similar to how she does with Caleb. I could def see her pairing up with Astarion to steal some shit. Maybe King joins in if he's there.

Jester giving some of the group tattoos. Not everyone would get them obviously but I could definitely see Karlach and I suppose Tav going for it.

Nein Sided Tower shenanigans. That's all.

[blorbologist]

Okay, so 'X actually lives' AUs are not my thing (I'd rather see equal consequences to counterbalance the 'happy ending'), and this is especially true for Molly because Kingsley and Cad are both great, BUT-

During my M9 rewatch, when Fjord, Jester and Yasha are taken, Lorenzo is pleased that they hauled, and I quote, 'Two divine bloods and one half-beast'. Fjord is clearly the half-beast, and Yasha's obviously an aasimar, but that Jester is lumped with her as a divine blood caught my interest.

So tieflings are valuable, then.

I know literally the next line states that their cages are at capacity, but... Lorenzo could have hauled Molly's unconscious body into a cage if 'divine bloods' are that good a find. If a teenage aasimar could fetch 10k gold apiece in the Fire Plane (C1e75), I do wonder if it'd be more worth his while to haul away this prize. (Ofc aasimar prices could be inflated in that marketplace! But even 2k would be nothing to sniff at!)

As much as it pains my lil heart, because she IS my favorite... Beau is right there. A dirt-common human, and probably just as good an example to make Keg get the message.

Has anyone done this? It feels like such an easy shift for canon divergence that then opens up a huge door full of possibilities.

(Just consider the domino effect this would have. M9's disposition towards people/problems likely remain prickly, reduce the likelihood of them teaming up/trusting a lot of people down the linr. Maybe the extra bodies means someone is offloaded and sold earlier, not to be found in the Iron Shepherds' dungeons. What impact would Cad not being there to heal/rez at key moments have? How would Fjord's arc be deviated without his guidance? And Beau's, if she lives, without the impact Molly's death had on her? Aeor and Lucien would, of course, be completely different! Just! Think about it!)

[sporadically-writing]

Fear of the Past

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

Warnings: Potential spoilers for The Mighty Nein Reunited

Word Count: 1,070

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

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

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

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

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

“Sooooo…”

“So” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah…” you respond.

“I see what’s going on now.”

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

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

“I used to think so.”

“Okay” Caduceus says, signaling for more.

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

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

“Caduceus.”

“What?”

“I can’t just do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I- I’m scared.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good to see you too.”

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

“This isn’t about-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Hey friends, happy Wednesday! To kick off the month of May, we have seven fics set in or that otherwise have the vibes of spring! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 💕

i’ll illuminate you by orphan_account (539 words, Teen) Pairing: Fresh Cut Grass/FRIDA (Loveletters) Warnings: None

FCG and FRIDA visit Zephrah for Orym and Dorian's wedding. Flower crown adorableness ensues.

Reccer Says: One of the cutest fics I have ever read. The phrase "aeormapartner" is goofy and so fucking adorable.

a star fell from your heart and into my eyes by glossolali (1,959 words, Teen) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss (Shadowmauk) Warnings: None

It's Molly's birthday and all he wants is to flirt with Essek and sweep him off his feet. Little does he know that Essek has a terribly romantic surprise of his own in store for Molly.

Reccer Says: It is so so cute, with an excellent Molly POV (seriously, his inner monologue is adorable and feels So Right) and the sweetest ending. Essek's gifts to Molly are the most romantic things ever and I'm obsessed with it. Also celebrating Molly's birthday on the day after Cognouza's defeat when he woke up in the Grove is perfect and I love it!!! ALSO druid Essek beloved!!!!

We should just kiss, like real people do by CupOTeaHatter (910 words, Teen) Pairing: Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast (Widobrave) Warnings: None

Veth and Caleb, apart and unable to sleep, muse on the rain and could-have-beens.

Reccer Says: The angst and yearning is delicious

Sunflower by ShadowCrw (1,264 words, Teen) Pairing: Keyleth/Pike Trickfoot/Vex'ahlia Warnings: None

Post-canon, Vex and Pike garden while Keyleth recovers from an injury.

Reccer Says: Nice post-canon slice of life! The shenanigans towards the end with Trinket and the water are especially cute.

she wore flowers like a crown by orphan_account (896 words, General) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Yasha Nydoorin (Yashter) Warnings: None

Jester makes Yasha a flower crown. Yasha has emotions about it.

Reccer Says: Yashter is such an underrated pairing and this fic is a lovely little microcosm of them <3

after the storm by allmadeofstardust (2,352 words, General) Pairing: Orym/Will Warnings: Survivors Guilt

Three times Orym is caught in a rainstorm, each with a different person.

Reccer Says: Only the first third of the fic is Orym and Will but that section is so lovely! As is the rest of the fic, I love Orym and Imogen’s friendship and Orym’s guilt and grief over Laudna’s death so much.

Air Ashari Floral & Ink by SociallyAwkwardFox (12,563 words, Teen) Pairing: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will (Dorymwill) Warnings: None

A series of vignettes as Dorian falls in love with and begins a relationship with the owners for Air Ashari Floral & Ink, Orym and Will.

Reccer Says: It’s very sweet!! The relationship is so cute and they really do just Fit together. It also kinda has the vibe of a non-linear narrative despite being linear, which I think is neat, probably a side effect of the vignettes in a fun way! Takes place over a span of time, not just spring (the only mentioned point in time is actually Winter’s Crest lol) but with all the flowers it’s got real springy vibes throughout.

Thank you for joining us this week’s recc list! All the love to everyone who submitted a fic 💕 All enclosed recommendations were submitted by the community via our submissions form, which you can find here. All fic information is as it was provided by the reccer, so it may not be accurate to the author’s intent or the precise contents of the fic itself. Please assume good intent from all parties 💕

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[pocketgalaxies]

beau leading jester to molly's grave and jester kneeling down and going "i think he's still here with us" and looking at beau and beau looking down for a second and really thinking about it before going "i think so too" and then cracking the shortest smallest smile. they Are everything

[avinryd]

Cat's Cradle

Author: AvinRyd Fandom: Critical Role Rating: T Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf & Yasha, Mollymauk Tealeaf/Caleb Widogast Word Count: ~1,650 Series: Shards and Spells

"...first time I've been glad Molly wasn't there."

- @caitmayart

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Saw Cait's fanart (x) and it broke me into little pieces. I put those back together into this.

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On any other night, the soft riffle of worn parchment shuffling would be comforting, meditative work in Mollymauk’s hands. On any other night, there would be a blood-deep satisfaction in the near-inaudible sound of cards placed on threadbare fabric. On any other night, the glow of moonlight would light his spread and sing in his veins and there would be the humming feeling of not only Sehanine’s gentle presence, but a hint of mischievous spark from Jester’s Traveler and, underneath his incense and the floral warmth of the Wildmother, the sharp scent of ozone. Yasha’s Stormlord.

On any other night. But not tonight. Because Yasha is...Yasha is— 

Footsteps on the stairs of the Ready Room—ascending, growing louder, stopping on the landing.

“If we’re not discussing how to get her back, I’m not coming downstairs.” Molly says flatly, not looking up from his cards.

“I am not here to fetch you back, Mollymauk.”

Caleb. Soft-spoken, level-headed, absolutely fucking calm Caleb. How can he sound so gods-damned calm? How can all of them be so cold to just walk away and let that door close and— 

His mental tirade is interrupted by movement in his periphery. Just off the edge of his tarot cloth, one of Caduces’s wooden bowls slides into view. It’s full of a creamy stew of some sort, dinged iron spoon leaning against the edge, being held by a bandaged hand. It’s followed shortly by a chipped ceramic mug of steaming liquid, borne by a matching other hand. Molly looks up to see Caleb crouched across from him, fancy new coat pooled on the gritty wood floor and not meeting his eyes.

“You need to eat. You’re no good to her wasted away to nothing.”

Molly scoffs. “I’m no good to her stuck here either! Miles and a mountain and a half away, sitting in a fucking military storehouse when I should still be in there, still—” 

“Still what, Mollymauk? You wouldn’t still be anything. You would be stabbed through by another gods-verdammt oversized blade and by the time your neat little trick got around to bringing you back, there would be more time wasted than we are using right now.”

Caleb isn’t so soft-spoken, isn’t so calm now. His voice is low, but it’s tense and rough and he’s meeting Molly’s gaze now—deep purple bruising under his eyes and brows furrowed in consternation as he pins Molly with a hard look and it stops his mind short. This Caleb is familiar, for all Molly never actually got to meet him. This is the Caleb that rode up the Glory Run Road, dragging broken friends and compatriots away from a fresh grave to rescue the ones yet living. 

Molly swallows the spitting retort that’s fast dying on his devil’s tongue and carefully returns the cards to his deck, inverse of how they’d been placed and rolls up the cloth, sets them both aside and reaches for the bowl.

He eats in silence. Caleb shifts, sits against the bunk that hides Molly’s corner from the rest of the large room and pulls out a loop of silver thread to fiddle with. Moonlight catches in the threads and Molly recognizes the geometric patterns.

“No Molly, if you do it that way—see? You’ve got it tangled now.”

Molly made a face at the snarls of string binding up his wrists and fingers. Yasha only laughed softly and reached to pick apart the knots.

“Where did you even learn this? Practice for building snares in the Xorhassian wastes?”

“Jester taught me while we were at sea. It was a long journey and you run out of things to do on a ship, eventually.”

There was a waft of sea-salt tang rising from the string, nearly masked by the scent of dry parchment and flowers that clung to everything stored in Yasha’s belt-pouch. He wiggled his fingers gleefully once Yasha freed them, then looped the string around once more.

“Alright. Show me again.”

Molly sets the empty bowl aside—when had he finished it? Must have been hungrier than he thought—and scoots over across from Caleb. The wizard has reached a point in the pattern where he can’t move further. Wordless, Molly reaches in and deftly moves the strings, pulls them off Caleb’s hands and into the next pattern, then holds it out.

Their eyes meet in a quick glance, all that Caleb allows, then burn-scarred fingers reach across to pluck at the web spanned between Molly’s hands; gingerly pinching strings together, then looping them around and pulling back. Another familiar pattern. Molly follows along, and so they go, the silence stretching on and growing more comfortable as it does. Comfortable, but it’s not enough to soothe the agitation still simmering in Molly’s blood.

The emotions still boil up in him, horror and fear and anguish that steam out as anger at the situation, anger at his friends, their hesitance, their—

Caleb nudges Molly’s elbow with his own. Their hands are suddenly knotted together—Molly’s hands having spasmed and yanked the careful magic out of true, tangling the thread. Shit. Fuck. Gods damn it all, can't even get a simple children’s game right, let alone anything more useful. He doesn’t move as Caleb slips his own fingers free and starts untangling the thread. Still quiet, movements slow and purposeful and fucking hells below.

“How are you all so calm about this?” He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t.

There is a long moment of silence, Caleb slipping the last knots from the thread and winding it carefully before replying, “Everyone is in shock, Mollymauk. Do not mistake it for apathy.”

“Bullshit. If any of you gave a—” Caleb doesn’t let him finish, talks over him.

“Beauregard hasn’t said a single word since your shouting match three hours and twenty-seven minutes ago. Jester started crying halfway through that argument and hasn’t stopped. Caduceus burned the stew and oversteeped three separate pots of tea. Nott has done nothing but drink since we got back and Fjord has let his accent slip at least four times in that span.”

“And you?” Molly is still stuck on their firebrand wizard and his icy calm all through the ride back to Bazzoxan—stuck and enraged, if he’s honest with himself. 

Caleb laughs, dry as dust. “Well.” 

He holds out his right hand for inspection and Molly takes in what he hadn’t noticed earlier. The bandages on the outer blade of his hand are scorched brown, black at the edges, and there are red smears in the palm mirrored by the rusty brown caked under burned short nails. Unthinking, he reaches out to cradle it in his own two as Caleb continues,

“Nott told me to find something to do with myself before the proprietor noticed I was burning a hole in their table. So I brought you food.”

The hand in Molly’s grasp is shaking, as if only just being held back from clenching into a fist once more. Molly has to take a moment, has to sit with what Caleb’s just told him. He wants to stay angry, wants it more than anything, because if he’s angry then nothing else can get to him—if he’s angry, the rest of the awful, awful things...

Ah, too late. 

Their game of Cat’s Cradle had brought him and Caleb knee-to-knee, so it’s not far to go when Molly slumps forward to knock his head into Caleb’s shoulder. Months and months ago, back when they’d all first met, the Caleb Molly had known would have jerked back on instinct. The Caleb Molly had known wouldn’t have let his hand be held so tenderly either, or played a silly string game with him in grief-stricken silence. This Caleb has done all those things, and more—twisting his hand just enough to clasp around Molly’s forearm in a firm hold.

“I hate this.” Molly says to their laps, forehead pressed into the shoulder seam of Caleb’s fancy new coat. “Is this what it felt like? When I… When I was gone?”

“Nein,” Caleb replies, harsh and certain. Molly jerks upright at the tone.

“How?”

Caleb’s frown deepens. “You were dead, Mollymauk. You were dead and you were gone and we mourned you.” His hand tightens on Molly’s arm. “Yasha is not. She is alive, and we may not be strong enough yet, but we will get her back. I don’t— I’m not sure how we can, but we will, Molly. I swear it.”

Caleb’s free hand has lifted to rub at his face and Molly sees a smear of crimson when it comes away—a cut on his jaw that should have been healed many cleric spells ago. There’s dried blood crusted under the nails of that hand as well. Had he picked open that shaving nick over the course of the night?

There’s a hard lump in Molly’s throat that he tries to swallow past, but can’t. It blocks all his words except the few syllables he needs to send up to the Moonweaver as he reaches out to touch Caleb’s jaw. The silver crescent charm on his horn chimes softly as it spins and hits keratin, and a sparkle of divine blue light dances in the blue of Caleb’s eyes as Molly draws on the absolute last of his strength to seal up the tiny cut. He doesn’t move his hand after—keeps it there to feel the subtle movement of Caleb adjusting his jaw, relaxing clenched teeth.

It’s not far to go when their foreheads press together, made shorter by Caleb leaning in to meet him halfway. Molly lets his hand drop to fall atop Caleb’s wrapped ones in their laps, closes his eyes and tries to just breathe—he feels like he hasn’t properly since that door closed. 

It hurts. It’s going to hurt for a good long while yet, he reckons. But it’ll hurt a damn sight less once they’ve got Yasha back.

[hymn-of-muse]

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list of fics i have done !

SheRa and the princesses of power

a haunted mind: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

catra:

catradora:

adora:

wakfu

joris: you can stay 1 a sweet time 1

percedal/tristepin x evangelyne: how sweet 1

evangelyne: ready, aim, shoot! 1 you belong. 1 vulnerability 1

mario-verse

bowiji: a change in schedule 1

dc

heartfelt advice: 1

bat-verse: dick/nightwing bruce/batman

scp

035: missing limb mishap 1

37319 / 37329 a twin's connection 1

marvel

mcu:

xmen:

spiderverse: miles; catch you on the web-side 1 pavitr; the reality of things 1 miguel perter b gwen hobie penny noir

critical role

the mighty nein: yasha; not my flower 1 caleb molly/kingsley beau jester cad fjord essek

vox machina: percy; with your permission 1 vax vex keyleth grog pike scanlan cass

little witch academia

akko: smile for me 1

diana:

amanda:

Hannah&Barbara: Magical Rivalry 1

doctor who

im a time-what??: 1

dr 9:

dr: 10:

dr 11:

dr 12:

rose:

amy:

lego ninjago

kai: a fiery show. 1

cole: baked with love 1

jay:

zane:

lloyd:

nya:

garmadon:

requests are always open! have fun reading!

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Guiding

Hey lookie here another Molly fic!

Slight warning for swearing and a drunk guy who can't take a hint.

Mollymauk x reader

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Tavern bugs were all the same; creepy, slimy, and talented at making people uncomfortable with no effort at all. The idiot who decided to move to the seat next to you when he had been sitting at the other end of the bar the second you got your order in was no different. 

You clocked him as he attempted to stand from his original seat, almost falling in the process and stumbling the entire way to his destination. He reeked of cheap beer and looked as if he decided that bathing in said cheap beer was the latest beauty trend. You could tell this was going to be less than pleasant.

“Why hello gorgeous, what are you doing in a place like this?” The slurring was almost as bad as his smell. You took a step to the side, watching him from the corner of your eye while silently willing the barkeep to move faster with the drinks you requested. “None of your business, I’m just getting a drink.” 

The man leans towards you. “C’mon now don’t be like that, I’m sure I can make your night more enjoyable than this shithole.” You glance at his hand that’s now moving to touch your leg before taking your own hand and shoving it into a pouch on your other hip, rubbing the piece of copper wire placed there, swatting at the drunkard’s hand once the spell is cast. 

“I would very much prefer you not touch me at all sir. I’m not interested and my group is patiently waiting for their drinks.” Your eyes glance over the drunk’s head to the table beyond where the recipient of the spell has tensed and snapped his head to look your direction. Your eyes are pulled back to the bar as the keep lays down the four drinks that were ordered. You thank her and start gathering your drinks as the man goes to reach for them. “Come now lemme help you with those.” 

“Oh, rest assured that’s not necessary.” You relax as the lightly accented words leave Molly as he reaches and grabs two of the cups, wrapping his tail around your ankle unconsciously. “They have all the help they need. Why don’t you go back to what I know is your spot back on the other end of the bar.” You hear the tone go slightly darker but the man doesn’t have the brain cells anymore to hear the same. Instead he puffs up his chest in a way that would have been intimidating if he wasn’t swaying like a leaf in the wind, nonetheless the motion makes Molly tighten his grip on your ankle slightly. 

The man starts to talk only to fall to the ground, leaving Jester standing behind where he sat. “You know if you're that drunk you should really go to sleep.” She glares at the man, discreetly removing her own tail from the foot of his previously occupied stool to avoid suspicion. “Who knows what could happen to you when you’re drunk to the point of falling off a stool with no effort.” 

The man, having his brain finally notice that you weren't alone and well watched, stumbled his way to his feet grumbling before making his way back to his original seat and leaving you three standing with your drinks. 

“Thank you.” 

“No need! Honestly someone should have come up with you, these cups are really big.” Jester says, grabbing the cups that Molly had and making her way back to the table. Molly’s tail unwraps from you as the two of you start that direction as well. 

“Lucky you had wire on you. I thought you gave the rest of it to Caleb.” 

You shrug. “I try to keep some on me just in case something like that happens. It comes in handy when you don’t want to be too obvious your calling backup.” 

“That’s smart. Could‘ve used that trick once or twice myself.” Once you sit down the conversation picks back up as the crew asks for details of what happened, Molly’s tail finding its way back around your lower leg.

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A few hours later you make your way to the room you’re staying in with Molly, his arm lightly wrapped around your waist. You laugh quietly as you enter the room piquing his interest. 

“And what do you find so funny?” 

“Did you notice earlier that you were wrapping your tail around my ankle?” 

Molly tilts his head. “I did no such thing darling.”

Your head snaps around to look at him. “Oh don’t play that game! When you came to the bar you did it, when we sat down you did it, and you’ve done it in the past as well. Every time we’re in a situation where you can wrap an arm around me your tail finds its way around my ankle.” 

Molly frowns, only to have it negated by a look of mischief in his pupiless eyes. “Huh, I’ve never noticed. My apologies darling, I'll keep my tail to myself if it's such a distraction.” 

You laugh. “I never said that you had to stop. To be honest I don’t know if you could seeing as you didn’t realize you were doing it. To be honest I think it’s cute.” 

The frown turns to a smirk as he moves his tail to rub against your calf. “Oh, then maybe I should do it more often then.”

“Long as you don’t trip me I have no issues with it.” 

The smirk turns into a full out smile. “Oh you mean like this. He quickly wraps the tail around your waist, pulling you close to him before his arms take hold  where the tail had been. 

“You and I have very different ideas of what ‘tripping' means sir.” You lean into Molly as he looks down at you. “But that’s an acceptable move as well.” 

Molly’s gaze softens as he leans down for a kiss that you happily give, his tail curling around your lower leg. This time completely on purpose.

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@proelio-procusi asked | ✿

i give you all three variations!

essek x molly x caleb

while molly enjoys being with both caleb and essek, they won't participate in anything unless they're asked. and it's not that they don't want to participate, it's because they feel as though they're the addition to what seemed an already perfect relationship and they don't want to offset the balance. molly worries often that they will mess something up, but with reassurance and permission, they become more comfortable (not that this polyamorous relationship is uncomfortable or anything either, he just likes caleb and essek a lot that they don't want to fuck anything up).

molly is the big spoon, caleb is the middle spoon, essek is the little spoon, molly has decided.

essek x molly:

molly is a worry wart. especially after their return to life from lucien. they learned from jester and beau what happened in aeor and is honestly terrified that they may cause essek some sort of discomfort or ptsd event. for a long time, molly was worried about touching him because he wasn't sure how essek felt about him afterwards. but once they were reassured that everything was okay, molly began to be a little more physical with their affection.

essek wears the pants in this relationship. molly tests those boundaries often.

caleb x molly

caleb has taught molly all the best grounding techniques when it comes to their anxiety and what not. he helps him through his panic attacks or his dissociative points and is always there to help them feel normal again after what feels like hours of agony.

caleb always has a cup of tea in hand. he doesn't know how he gets it or when he gets it, but he knows it's always the perfect temperature, perfect flavor/boldness/sweetness, and in his favorite mug. it's molly's best kept secret of attention diversion and placement.

[calebtealeaf]

Hello ! !

- I'm Caleb ! I use mainly he / they / it , and I'm autistic so the subject of my writing is bound to be added to quickly LMAO ^^

Who I'll write for :

CRIT ROLE ;

( c1 ) Vax , Keyleth , Percy , Vex , Gilmore , Pike , Grog , Scanlan . ( c2 ) Caleb , Molly , Essek , Fjord , Jester , Beau , Yasha , Caduceus , Artagan . ( c3 ) Orym , Will , Dorian , Ashton , Fearne , Imogen , Laudna , Chetney , FCG , Frida . ( there's probably more . )

HORROR ;

( re-animator ) Herbert , Dan , Megan . ( saw ) Lawrence , Adam , Amanda , Lynn , Hoffman , Strahm . ( tcm ) Bubba , Thomas , ChopTop , Nubbins . ( lost boys ) Michael , David . ( collector ) Asa , Arkin . ( scream ) Stu , Billy . ( misc ) Freddy K , Vincent S , Billy Lz , Brahms , Harry W .

GOOD OMENS ;

Aziraphale , Crowley , Gabriel , Beelzebub .

HANNIBAL ;

Hannibal , Will .

BG3 ;

Astarion , Gale , Halsin . ( more to be added . )

Preferred ships !! ( just because I prefer these doesn't mean I won't write others . )

Writing style : 3rd person , will only write x reader if asked , can be multi-chapter OR oneshot .

Extra notes : I'll write headcanons ( i have a habit of making most people trans masc , not sorry , or projecting stims onto them . ) , I lean towards fluff but I'm also not rlly arsed , if I'm asked to write other stuff I probably will . That being said , content wise I'll write what I'm comfy writing , so if something makes me largely uncomfy I just won't write it LMAO .

AND asks / requests r open unless I specifically state otherwise :3

( so sorry for the amt of tags good fucking lord . )

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i just finished watching critical role's campaign 2. that shit was GREAT. it took me 5 months, and was my first campaign watch of CR. besides that, i've seen tlovm first. absolutely love all the characters so much.. jester's chaos and her whole arc about what real love is, felt so great and wonderful. fjord with learning confidence and reestablishing his connection to nature and the ocean was so nice. plus him and caduceus had a great friendship. caleb and learning to forgive your past self and to move on.. and that you can't change the past, you don't have to forget to move on. (also i really love caleb x essek, even just as friends. but gay is good. essek is a great character and i just wish i got more content w him tbh.) yasha and letting go of her past, learning to love again and finding happiness and family. nott/veth and becoming ok with herself, regardless of how she looks, reuniting with her family and understanding that she is still a good mother even if she hasn't been there all the time beau and finding new family who love her, learning to be soft sometimes, and generally being a great friend caduceus is just great, a wonderful friend and healer and helping fjord heal in many ways. love that guy sm molly is.. what a dude lol. i miss him, but i love the arc that came out of his death. kingsley seems like quite the fella too. a different flavor of gay lmao i'll always love the m9 they're so wonderful. excited to start campaign 3 and eventually get to watch this show live!!! maybe in another 2 months lol