#mighty nein & reader

[demigoddessqueens]

hugs

thinking of the tightest hugs possible, ones that start so slow and hesitant with arms slowly circling around before they get tight, burying their head in the crook of the neck to hide the betraying emotions behind eyes screwed shut, perhaps flirting with the idea of a kiss on the cheek, fingers digging into the shoulders and where they meet the back to hold on as if it feels like the last time, a forlorn grimace when one pulls away because it wasn’t enough time to savor the feel/touch of another, interlocking fingers when you pull away as if it’s still enough (it’s not)

[railroad-migraine]

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

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

Comforting Ranger!GN!Reader

Ashton 💚

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

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

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Caduceus 💜

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

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

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Molly 💜

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

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

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Kingsley 💜

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

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

[saphirered]

Autumn/Winter Prompts Masterlist

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Thank you for requesting my lovelies! I still have some spots open! Posting schedule will be a little hectic but expect one to three requests to be posted a week until the holidays! Additional slots may be added if I'm finished before Christmas if there's more you guys want to see!

-Love, Saph 😘

Updated: 12/8/2023

Little Light (Candlelight) Helion fluff

Escapade (Solstice Kisses) Mollymauk spicy fluff

Hot Chocolate (Cinnamon Sweet) Lucien Vanserra fluff

Lukewarm (Steamy Baths) Eris spicy fluff

Stormy Night (Cold Night&Lightning) Ashton fluff

Open Book (Cinnamon Sweet&Library) Gavriel fluff

Dancing Legends (Witches&Full Moon) Azriel spicy fluff

Commoner’s Waltz (Harvest Dance) Lucien fluff

Haunted (Nightmares) Helion Angst

Take a Break (Steamy Baths) Caleb spicy fluff

Rude Awakening (Full Moon&Tangled Blankets Astarion fluff

Comfort (Cozy Morning Cuddles) Dorian Havilliard fluff

Icicles (First Frost) Astarion fluff

Drinking Game (Mulled Wine&Tease) Lucien Vanserra

Reading Nook (Library) Helion fluff

Snowfall (First Frost) Vax’ildan

[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. 

[hymn-of-muse]

Not My Flower.

a Yasha x Reader requested by @botanicalbard

"tell me, bard. you've been seen with the nein quite often, you're familiar with them, yes? tell me all you know of them." a man demanded in a low tone, face obscured by shadow in the dimly lit room.

you'd left the tavern after you and your friends had a few drinks, all you wanted was a bit of fresh air as the ale started to take affect on you. you we not expecting, however, to be grabbed from behind and dragged into the alleyway next to the tavern, a hand silencing you and arms holding you firm so you couldnt run away.

the next thing you knew, you found yourself in a small room, windows covered up and the lighting too dim to make out any doorway outline, unless it was behind where you sat on a stool, ankles restrained and hands tied at the wrist around the support beam you were leaning against.

a man, clearly trying to intimidate you into talking about your friends weaknesses and secrets, stood over you with his arms crossed. you could hear someone in the corner shift, so you knew it wasnt just him here.

"i'll ask you again-"

"no i heard you" you interrupted "im just not sure what it is specifically you want to know, i mean theyre a lovely bunch, sure, but you cant just be so vague, do you want me to give you an introduction for each individual? i can do that in song!" you told him smugly

"what?" he gave a confused look upon your sudden compliance "no-no, no songs, just tell me-"

"are you sure? i got a really good one! oh! or i could sing you a tale of the mighty nein's greatest adventures thus far! what a brave and interesting party of beings they are, like this one time-"

"stop that!" the man snapped, agitated by your interruptions and clear attempt at stalling him for more time. "enough of your games, bard, just tell me what i ask of you and nothing more. if you comply, we'll consider letting you go unharmed. got it?"

"come on, you went through all this effort and all you want is a little information? why not a whole story, huh? not even one song? all you want is small talk? thats so boooring" you groaned, putting emphasis on the 'o' in boring.

the man gave a grunt of frustration as he grabbed hold of your shirt collar and got all threatening in your face. "shut up! just tell me each of their weaknesses, secrets, some information i can ACTUALLY use!"

"one, ew your breath smells. two, nah thats lame. besides, by now they likely know im gone and will come looking for me. you made a huge mistake thinking i was a good kidnapping choice." you chuckled, still smug as ever.

"yeah? what makes you so sure they'll find you?" he grumbled.

"because the barbarian's my girlfriend, and she can get really physical when shes angry"

"heh, you think youre safe? youre not going anywhere till i get something outta you" he glared, raising a fist to throw a punch just when the door swung open with a crash, breaking it off its hinges.

in the doorway now stood yasha after she'd kicked in the door, the light outside illuminating the room and as she stepped in with heavy foot falls, the anger on her face was clear as day. she gave an icy cold glare to the man who's fish was frozen in the air.

"how did you..?" the other person in the corner finally spoke up with a weak voice.

"your neighbors made a noise complaint" yasha stated, storming closer to the man who threatened you a minute before as he stumbled back and reached for a weapon to defend himself with.

when he tried to swing a club at her, she grabbed it and tore it out of his hands, tossing it to the side and grabbing him by the arm. she swung him around and threw him into the other person, knocking them both out on impact when the hit the wall.

"are you hurt?" yasha asked you as she quickly moved to undo your restraints, a gentle hand moving to the side of your face to make sure you were alright. the look of concern on her face said everything.

"i knew you'd find me" you smiled sweetly at her, leaning your head into her warm hand as her shoulders dropped in relief.

"of course i did. i wouldnt let anyone hurt you." she spoke with a light chuckle to her voice, hoisting you into her arms and walking out of the room as she carried you. "not my flower."

reblogs are appreciated! im sorry this took a while to get done! /g

[sporadically-writing]

Did you get a request? It's headcanons of dating Mollymauk, Essek, Caleb and Fjord. Thanks!

Love me some Crit Role prompts, hope you like 'em!

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Molly is chaos incarnate regardless of whether you are in a relationship with him or not. Your life with the Nein is never dull anyway, but especially not when Molly's around.

Molly, however, is also incredibly smart for essentially being two years old. He's perceptive and picks up things about people very quickly. He is also adept at using that knowledge for his own benefit. All this to say, he picks up on your crush on him very quickly.

And uses this knowledge for evil...

...constantly.

Molly flirts with you every chance he gets with every possible idea he can think of just to see what kind of reaction he can get. He's incorrigible, but you blush all the same.

Don't worry! He also finds a nice time to chat with you when the two of you are on watch and lets you know that he has become just as fond of you. He, "just likes teasin' you, love."

Will find every opportunity to make you laugh or smile and is your biggest supporter and defender on and off the battlefield.

He's your circus man. He loves you fiercely, loudly, and sweetly as the world allows him for as a long as he can.

Essek Thelyss

Essek is a very difficult man to get to know. But, it has been scientifically proven that he can be worn down. Just keep at it.

Once you find something to bond over, Essek can be very sweet. He, despite any attempts he makes to instruct others that he does not, has a very big heart and cares an awful lot about the people he allows to really see him.

If you have a problem he will do whatever he can, within his abilities and around his busy schedule, to help you.

He is very hard on himself and in some instances probably should be to a degree, but you have to be there to stop him and that brilliant but treacherous brain of his from hurting his poor heart and soul.

Watch out for him please. He's battling a lot.

A relationship with Essek would be a sweet and loving one but it would also be fraught with the dangers of the lines he walks on a daily basis. The good news is, the love the two of you share is more than enough to whether it.

Caleb Widogast

Caleb, like Essek, cares very deeply for those around him. But, unfortunately also like Essek, also suffers through a lot of mental and emotional torment of his own making.

He's gotten better being with you and the Nein but you can tell that he still struggles. The kind of things he's been through are not things you can simply forget. He may need your help in the mental fight against his demons every once and a while.

Caleb would need a lot of coaxing to get him to really open up to you about his feelings for you (I mean we all saw how he got around Jester sometimes). You might have to be the one to make the first move because he will likely have plans to keep that secret to himself until the end of time.

I feel like Caleb would oddly be really good at taking care of you? Like reminding you to get the proper amount fo sleep (after all, he knows exaclty how many hours you've been awake for), and eating the proper amount as well as taking breaks. But, at the same time, he is awful at doing that for himself. Watch this one, make sure he doesn't fall asleep with his head in a spell book.

I also imagine that Caleb, once you get to a certain point of comfort in the relationship, is as cuddly as his cat. Imagine that after a particularly long day, he just flops on top of you, absolutely exhausted, curling in to you. Probably mumbling things in Zemnian that makes absolutely no sense regardless of whether you speak the language or not. He's very tired, just hold him and let him sleep.

Caleb is a very attentive person and he remembers literally everything. He constantly mazes you by the things he remembers about you and your relationship. He loves you and that love comes through in the detail he puts into every magical creation that you are included in.

Fjord Stone

Fjord, Wildmother love him, constantly finds himself in ridiculous situations. You, as much as you love him, have to find the humor in it. You are always there to help him out, but you almost have to laugh at him sometimes. 

Regardless of his occasional fumbling, Fjord is very attentive and romantic. 

He finds his own ways to fluster you, finding moments to be almost comedically romantic like someone out of Jester’s novels.

He, being a Paladin, and a new one at that, most likely feels a need to protect or like he has to prove he can protect you. He knows you are fully capable of defending and protecting yourself and he never wants to step on your toes in that field (he, like everyone else mentioned, is a respectful boi) but he loves you and sometimes assumes that he needs to prove that he is worthy of loving you, prove that he can keep you safe, prove that he himself is safe for you to be around.

He knows how to make you smile in the simplest of ways. Whether it be a flower left for you, a kind word, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, Fjord somehow always manages to know when you need something sweet like that.

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[peach-the-owl]

I present you with a: get out of writers block free card.

Wow!!! Now the question is, how do I use it?…

Seriously tho, I’m still around and kicking just struggling with the creative/writing part

[demigoddessqueens]

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

One ale 🍺 coming up!!

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Nott/Veth

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

Jester

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

Mollymauk/Kingsley

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

Caleb

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

Fjord

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

Cadeuces

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

Essek

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

Beauregard

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

Yasha

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

[pushingdaisies1]

≡ ✧ ᴍʏ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ୧

{ꕤ} Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf x (gender-neutral!!) reader {ꕤ} Summary: At a point in Molly's existence, he knew barely anything about his life before becoming a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. When Gustav found him, the only words he spoke were "empty" repeatedly. As Molly became more cohesive and gained a sense of knowing, the two of you grew a friendship. A friendship of shitty but harmless snipes at one another and helping him with embracing life to the fullest. He only really saw you as a friend, a close companion if you will with how much you were always by his side. But at a particular tavern in a certain town your traveling act was planning to perform in, a few thoughts went 'out the window' that night. {ꕤ} Authors Note: This is part two to the "Fjord, Essek, Caleb, and Mollymauk realizing they're in love with reader" headcanons! If you would like to read part one to get some context, you can click here for funsies!! For some bits of dialogue, I used numbers .3 and .18 from there respective writing prompt lists. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy this final part, it's been marinating in my brain for a bit and I wanted to finally execute it for yall꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱

{ꕤ} Content Warnings (CWS): Only somewhat proofread so beware haha. Other than that none at all! If I though should add any, please let me know in the comments. Besides that - let us begin!!

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・ At first all he knew was the earth under him. Wandering around aimlessly through the forest, only taking in his surroundings from beyond his resting place. This was all odd.. everything felt weird. He was... alive? But he felt alive? But now he was actually feeling the grass beneath his feet and the sound of the wind ringing in his ears. It was all a little odd.

・ The trajectory of his life immediately changed when he stumbled upon a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. She was a young girl by the name of Toya. Seemingly as well stumbled upon you, though he couldn't recall your face. You were only but one of the kind members of the performance group that gave him an actual home.

・ Only thing coming from him was that same word, empty empty empty. Nothing else at all - which was definitely a strange sight to see in the middle of the woods. But hey, strange is always a fun thing to dive head-first into. To be clear, Mollymauk was nothing from regular. That's what definitely drew you two to each other.

・ Time passed on and now Mollymauk had a semblance of family. Gustav and the other members basically gave him a home, and he gained a couple good friends from his little group of performers... you in particular. As soon as Molly got to actually talking gaining that signature peacock charm, you were by his side for the long haul.

・ Every performance stop, every night under the stars he always had you. You were never one as well for any boredom, so at every stop your crew made you always indulged him in his card readings. They may be a little bit bullshitted but hey, fun is fun even if your lying just a teensy tiny bit. ・ It never even stopped there, you two were always just ones for some ripe fun in your words. Somehow some way you two were always causing some sort of meaningless trouble. Truly it's what brought the both of you together in more ways than one. One night a pit stop at a certain town for your Traveling Carnivals performance would permanently change your relationship in some small ways. Though it was merely impacted with a fun little surprise. ・ Being it a couple days before the traveling acts show, you and Molly decided to hit the local taverns. You two weren't really the ones for setting up, though you helped in some ways to benefit the others in the prep process. What ensued was a night of laughs, playful trickster fun, and some drinks to go with it.

・ Turning a once-dead aired Tavern into a lively space was definitely an interesting evening. Surprisingly you two got the bars musicians playing and everything just spiraled into chaotic madness. Drinks were guzzled down and people were drunkenly swinging themselves around in a dancing fashion. It was a great way to enjoy the night. ・ Molly was starting to get a little bit on the more buzzed side. He was really enjoying himself, especially with your presence in the atmosphere. Clearly, this night dragged something out of you, as you were more lively than normal. It made him genuinely smile as you swayed around with your tankards in grasp, singing along with some other bar mates. ・ Even if he was normally one for loud and abrasive shows of charismatic whit, tonight he just wanted to let this all sink in. As he took a longer sip of the pure whiskey he was downing, some small but peculiar thoughts started to sprout in his mind. Everything started to feel lighter and his eyes softened as he watched you dance around like a complete idiot (affectionately by all means.) ・ He was never really knowledgeful about the feeling of love. That pure, bubbly feeling would spring into someone's chest at any instance. But this was definitely something similar. His lip curled up into a grin as he heard your voice cracking with the more scream-belting.

・ Something about you was so real, so current that it would make the tips of his fingers buzz like crazy. Was this love? , what was this... with you? His chest started to basically collapse in on himself as his mind raced in panic but one of more excitement. Spanning from thoughts of if you would start to isolate yourself away from him or if you felt those same feelings as him. ・ Those were all cut off as you approached him, your cheeks definitely having a warm sort of vibe to them. You plopped down your tankard beside him at the booth you both reserved as you extended a hand out to him, an invitation if you think about it. Before he could utter one single word you then again cut him off by basically pushing it out into the open. "Dance with me, Molly? If you need help I can..-" You looked him up and down with a wink. "Teach you if I must~"

・ His grin widened as you extended a verbal invitation for some fun, which he happily accepted. "Of course sweetheart, I don't think there will be any teaching needed for how you're going on about this." He gives you that same wink and a devious smirk back to you and you can't help but chuckle as you drag him onto the main area of the tavern with all the commotion.

・ You two just spend a bit enjoying each other's company. Swaying with one another as the ... sort of good music played with you both. But the two of you didn't really care at all, collectively just taking in this moment in its subtle beauty. ・ Arms are flung around with slurred - trying to harmonize speech, other tavern guests may or may not be getting smacked in the face by you or Molly. At that point as the night went on though there were no cares in the world. It was a genuinely eventful time even if it was with a couple strangers.

・ The band started to play a new song as yours and Molly's faces inch closer. Be it the alcohol that was tremendously consumed or the conflicting feelings about the celebration of sorts, your lips collided with his in a moment of pure adrenaline. It was nothing of eloquence but it got you both giggling like a bunch of fools. ・ As you two move your heads back from the not-so-proper smooch, Molly took a visible pause. His body was still moving with the playing of the instruments but his eyes said a different story. The realization of what just happened slowly started to kick in at that exact moment.

"Did not expect that..." He says taking a breath of air almost as if he was weakened in the slightest. Definitely was though in the knees with this overt gesture. "Where did you learn that?" He finished off his words as his signature devilish look appeared once again, which couldn't stop you from letting out a string of airy chuckles.

"Someone like myself never tells our best useable secrets, but if you care to continue this dance I might just spoiler it." You say with a click of your tongue and a raise of the brow. This night was only getting oh-so-good.

・ He chuckled and you two continued, nodding and placing a hand on your lower back as a sign of agreement. You two carried on until it was near early morning, the both of you hobbling your way back to the setting up of tents and brainstorming.

・ Would Molly ever forget this night? Oh of course he fucking wouldn't, it was awesome! His heart was beating like a hummingbird and he felt almost lighter than before once again. You were the best thing to pop into his somewhat new life and he couldn't be ever more grateful for a gift such as yourself.

[wildmothering]

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༓ campaign two: mighty nein

༓ campaign three: bells hells

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Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

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[railroad-migraine]

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

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

Whoops I slipped and this happened 👀 Fluffy cuteness

~ Poet

Pain Relief

-> Kingsley Tealeaf x GN!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants to be useful.

So, you make him useful.

"Kiss me."

He tilts his head. "Is that all?"

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

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

It ends too soon.

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

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

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

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

You allow him.

[saphirered]

I saw the Autumn/Winter prompts and i have to.

So how about Solstice Kiss with Mollymauk preferably Spice and Fluff. I am a sucker for Molly (is it obvious?)

I’ve been dying to write for the M9 again! Especially after having been to the Live Show 😩Fluff with some spice coming right up! Hope you enjoy! 😘

The party rages on. Whatever solstice celebrations this village takes to are very much enjoyable. It’s a refreshing delight to see such peoples take to such debauchery without eye for consequence or modesty. Drink flows a plenty, delicious foods are shared graciously, and the company, the company does not judge. It indulges. When the carnival stopped here for their last show of the year they did not intend to stay this long but the snow kept them. A gift from the gods themselves according to some because they were welcomed by the locals and are more than happy to enable every poor life choice made on this eve for the sake of everyone’s enjoyment. No one would be left out. No one would feel sad or alone on this night. Tonight they are all among family and friends and lovers. It is a good night. 

Mollymauk watches as you dance with Bo the Breaker. You’re spun into the arms of Gustav next who offers you a cup you take to your lips. You’re dressed to impress. While he might be a little biased he dares say you are the most beautiful creature to be seen. While you danced he had occupied himself telling some fortunes here and there. He’d have done it for drink and trade but these people offered generously, even more so when their cups kept refilling. Pockets heavy they kept coming to him still and he would tell them their fortunes. They’d eat up every word but despite his nimble fingers pulling forth the cards he searched for, he was slower than usual. You caught his attention, distracted him whenever you entered his peripheral vision and you knew it too. Little minx you are. 

And then you disappeared into the crowd. His focus returned. If only for a little. Molly finishes up yet another fortune, reshuffling his cards how he always does, assuring they’re in the right order. He has a moment of respite and expects the next farmer to come chatter any moment. The chair opposite of him is not occupied but in front of him he finds a cup of questionable looking liquid. Arms drape over his shoulders sliding down until they link together over his chest. You perch your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to his neck. He’s sure you can feel the goosebumps spread across his skin. Your lips are cold. He’s got every intention to change that now. 

“So everyone is having a good time and you are reading fortunes? We closed hours ago.” You chirp letting your cold fingers trail along the exposed skin of his chest. More goosebumps. He can feel your smile when your lips brush so close to his ear. Molly takes the cup in one hand, putting his cards away with the other before he turns to face you better. You take the opportunity to slide into his lap and take a sip of his cup. 

“What’s a little overtime for these good people.” He takes the cup from you. “I thought that was meant for me?” Teasing as ever. He takes a sip. Gods that’s good. Before he can ask you answer.

“Apparently they call it apple crumble mede. It sounds disgusting but tastes like apple pie. They also have cherry, chilli and whiskey but I’m particularly fond of the chestnut one.” 

“So exactly how much did you have to drink?”

“Not nearly enough to be even remotely tipsy.” You’re truthful. You’d only had a single sip of those before you settled on this one. You’d barely had one cup. Molly shakes his head. 

“Such a party and such little drinking? What has become of our reigning champion?” He jests and chuckles when you go to reach for the cup. He holds it out of your reach until you give up with a roll of your eyes. Only then does he feel safe to actually drink more. You clutch your hands together rubbing them for warmth and subconsciously move yourself closer into him. 

“Cold?” He asks. You don’t even make a point to deny it. Instead you curl closer to him. 

“I’m warm when I’m dancing. I feel like the dead of winter when I stop moving.” 

“So what you’re saying is we got to keep you warm somehow?” Molly gives you the most suggestive look he can muster just to humour you. 

“But what about the midnight dance?” You groan throwing your head against his shoulder. His fingers gently dance up your side, brushing up and down at an even pace. They slip under the fabric of your shirt. Molly is making it very hard for you to focus and he knows it. 

“If you insist. I’ll never say no to a dance with you.” You make no move to get up just yet. “Come on… It’s tradition after all.” He lifts you to your feet until you stand on your own, then takes a step backwards and with a ridiculous bow extends to you his hand. Your freezing fingers touch his and he instantly brings them to his lips, shiver running down his spine as the cold hits him but he doesn’t let it stop him. Despite his warmer body, Molly still very much is susceptive to the cold, perhaps even more so than you. 

Mollymauk leads you to the dance floor, where the commoners dance their commoner’s waltzes and let’s be honest, these are probably the only dances the carnies actually know. It’s something to bond over, to finally fit into the chaos that allows for mistakes and choses fun over perfection. The musicians play an upbeat tune while the locals sing the song in a chorus of dancers. Everyone seems to know the song, or at least enough to hum along where the words are but foreign to them or their ability to form coherent sentences, be they out of breath or too intoxicated. You spin under his arm, link your arm with his, close in, then apart, side to side and twirl around each other. You sway and sway, close in, a hairs breath away, and then too far. Repeat. 

It’s the midnight dance, following the patterns of the stars and skies and constellations long lost to Exandria but it matters not. You feel alive, so incredibly alive. The dance is a short, too short but when you see that burning in those scarlet eyes, see that love and admiration, that joy, you know it’s just long enough. You know how this dance ends. You’ve heard the locals talk about it when you ran your errands. And so when the last note strikes and the cheers erupt, you step in close within Molly’s embrace. You look him in the eye, then down to his lips and place yours against his in a feverish kiss. His response is quick, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, the other at the back of your neck tilting your head ever so slightly to gain better access to you. You feel his lips part, his tongue brush against yours and you invite him wholly. Perhaps time slows, or perhaps it moves all too fast because when you part you want more, so much more and when you look him in the eye, so does he. 

Taking his hand you pull Mollymauk along away from the dancing and feasting people. Instead you make for a barn. Perhaps not the most glorious place but you’ve found yourselves in far worse. You quickly pick the lock and slide into the barn, Molly following behind. When he enters you quickly close the door and push him against it. Your lips are on his, hands sliding up his chest until you cup his cheeks. He takes a moment to recover but quickly his hand settle on your hips and in one swift motion he lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you along to the piles of hay. As you’ve done many times before, you push the coat from his shoulders. Begrudgingly he sets you down so you can take it off and without breaking contact once, place it down behind you. You use this moment to change places, urge him backwards and onto the coat. 

You are the image of seduction and you bring him to his knees with but one wanton look; your lips are slightly parted, your pupils dilated. He can see your breath rise and the twitch of your fingers. All it takes is a gentle push of your guiding hand and he is at your mercy as you crawl on top of him, legs on either side, fingers in his hair pulling at the roots ever so lightly. Your lips meet once more, tongues dancing together, but a taste of what’s to come, of what you are setting out to do. It’s safe to say those solstice kisses are intoxicating but you can do so much more and you intend to prove it. He all but whines when you trail your kisses down his neck, being sure to leave many a mark there, and go down further and further until you feel him. You look up at him when you reach for the buckles of his belt, teasingly slow to undo them. 

“Say the word.” You croon looking up through your lashes. You could have him undone right then and there. When he doesn’t respond thinking about what you’ll do to him, you let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his trousers. The sweet noises he makes when he’s at your mercy.

“Please.” Begrudgingly he speaks but is cut off by his own mewling sounds when he feels your tongue circle him, then your lips wrap around him, just the once before letting your hands take over, stroking so slowly.

“That’s a good devil.” You grin and when you see the flush to his skin, feel his fingers lace in your hair you go down again. This will be an eventful solstice. One to remember for sure. 

[escape-from-reality-reads]

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.

[justalittlecrazy13]

Anyone do Critical Role RP? I’ve been bored recently and has ended in a massive Critical Role hyper fixation. Would love to role play with someone!

[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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