#the krook house

[gryffinthetiredart]

I got to design some CR chibis for the Artists' Guild of Exandria! In order, we have Anni Aughta (Ashton's grumpy musician roomate), Captain Xandis, Milo Krook, and Ashton Greymoore.

I'm.... more proud of some than others. But I'm trying to get out of the perfectionist mindset, so I'm posting the rushed, sloppy ones anyway. Fuck it 🤘

(also, sorry about the colour quality of some of these- my laptop's colouring doesn't translate very well to other devices)

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 11 - Scratch

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FCG & Anni - Krook House Crew - ModernHuman AU

Fuuuuck.

Okay.

So maybe she’d taken this all a bit too far.

Anni knew well that a prideful fuck, especially one liquored up to the eyeballs, was not the wisest target for her to mouth off to. Had she been thinking a little straighter, perhaps she wouldn't have said a word.

But shitty ass tequila had been flowing through her veins, liquid courage drowning out her better sense as Anni had called out the bastard on his amature castration of Sex Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK. The deteething of such an iconic banger just demanded her scatching criticism, to which the fucker had decided deserved a KNIFE TO THE THIGH in fucking response!

At least she’d gotten to pulverize his nose in return before the two of them had been tossed to the streets, without so much as a napkin to stem the bleeding! Shitty ass dive bar, she hoped it burned to god damned ashes.

So here she stood, having limped her way back home, wincing as she stood in her doorway, trying to jam her keys into the teeny ass, janky lock, when all of a sudden the door swung open, revealing the frantic, panicked form of Fresh Cut Grass.

“Heeeey, Shortstac-”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood stainin’ your jeans, Anni.”

“It’s, uhhh… Just a scratch?”

Anni shrugged, failing miserably to appear casual under her roommate’s withering gaze. His earlier panic was slowly quelling, suppressed by an ever growing sense of frustration tinged exasperation. Yeeesh, she felt a lecture coming on.

Greeeeat.

“Monty Python you ain’t,” Fresh Cut Grass replied dryly, their eyes narrowing as he wheeled himself back and outta the way, giving Anni ample space to hobble on inside around their wheelchair. “Bathroom floor. Now."

He didn't so much as blink in the face of Anni flipping them off, staring down her bleeding, swaying ass, watching as she crumpled beneath the weight of his gaze. Perhaps once upon a time, back in high school, he would have dropped it, wincing and quietly running off to tattle to Ashton and Milo to fix this, not wanting to rock the boat or upset the usually prickly woman.

That was then though.

This was now.

And Fresh Cut Grass wasn't beyond just scooping her up into their lap, hissing and biting like the feral cat she often portrayed, and wheeling her drunk ass there himself!

A fact that Anni knew all too well at this point.

Thus she sighed, harsh and heavy, before dragging her ass as directed, before flopping to the bathroom floor with a heavy thunk, though not before she’d wincingly shimmied out of her now blood soaked jeans.

Ugh, that’d be a bitch to deal with in the morning…

“Between you ‘n Ash, I feel like I oughta be an expert in flesh stitchin’ by now, ya know?” Fresh Cut Grass hummed as they came into view, setting down the trusty old tool box they’d converted into one of many home first aid kits. In this household, just one didn't really, well, suffice.

Carefully he dropped himself to the floor, scooting over on their ass, coming to a stop in front of the ever familiar face of a grouchy, boozed up Anni.

“Ain’t that bad….” She muttered, looking anywhere but him.

“I may have glasses thicker than your common sense, but I ain’t blind, Anni. I know a stab wound when I see one! Please tell me the blade was at least clean? No rust? Or any other bodily fluids you could see?”

“... No rust. Bitch was clean when I yanked it outta my thigh. Fuck if I know how clean it was going in though.”

“At least we shouldn't have to worry about tetanus… You’re still getting a shot after this though.”

“Fuck you!”

“I love ya too, Grumpy Pants~”

Oh how she huffed and grunted, a disgruntled mess as Fresh Cut Grass worked diligently over her wound, cleaning and disinfecting the nasty gash, fingers gliding over and upon it with tender, steady care.

“It’s not too bad. The cut was pretty clean and didn't sink real deep. I think we can stay outta the ER with this one.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Still gonna have to stitch you up though. Sorry…”

“Figured that’d happen.” Anni shrugged, leaning back against the cool tiled wall. “Not the first time, and probably won't be the last. Least you don't throw up afterwards like Milo does.”

“They ain’t the best with open wounds…”

“Understatement of the shittin’ century!” She laughed, the sound weak and boarding on wheezy. “Anyway. Stitch me up so my ass can pass out. Today’s been a bitch and I want it over with before Ashton gets home and bitches at me about pickin’ fights about my weight class again. The hypocritical fuck…”

“Honestly, the two of ya are like two battered peas in a pod!”

Oh how she rolled her eyes, so disdainfully dramatic that Fresh Cut Grass couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay, okay! I’m gettin’ to it. Got something to bite on ta? The neighbors weren't all too kind the last time they heard ya hollerin’...”

One more flick of her middle finger, and Anni was tugging off her jacket, shoving the thick, well worn leather into her mouth. There was a grimace in turn from Fresh Cut Grass, yet they didn't say a word, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand.

As always, it was the first stab that stung like a bitch.

Fuck, the whole thing was straight up miserable, only made better by the gentle, sweet mummerings of their companion, his words a steady stream of assurances and praises, letting her know just how well she was doing.

Out loud she’d never admit it, but by gods did it help.

“There! All patched up!”

Anni blinked blearily, looking down to see her thigh not only stitched up, but appropriately redisinfedted and wrapped. She couldn't help but let out a breath, exhausted and tinged with deep relief, as she let herself fall forward, caught assuredly by Fresh Cut Grass’ waiting arms.

“... Thanks, Grass,” she whispered, words muffled by the sunshiny yellows of his favorite sweater.

“Don't mention it, ‘Ni! I’m just glad you're okay…”

A comfortable silence fell between them, as familiar as the exhausted embrace they shared under the flickering lights of the Krook House bathroom.

“... You’re still gonna need that tetanus shot though.”

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

[chaosgenasi]

How do you grapple with a sense of deep indebted onus? I literally pledged myself to one of the worst people I've ever met, to work for them for years, for a bunch of people I haven't seen since.

[its-your-mind]

back home at the Krook house - c3e65

[spiritusloci]

Mr Krook, Bleak House (2023)

[hand-of-devotion]

Projects upon you all the mental image of Milo-Ashton matching "Victor Frankenstein & Frankenstein's Monster" Halloween costumes

(for bonus enjoyment please also imagine a tinier frankenstein's monster fcg and anni as elizabeth. except her costume is like 10 times more detailed than everyone elses because if she's participating she also needs to WIN)

[piratespencil]

I’ve been trying to figure out for a while now how Ashton “I don’t do friends” Greymoore views his relationship with Milo and Anni, and I think what Taliesin said about “low impact” intimacy and relationships in tonight’s 4 Sided Dive finally made it make sense to me.

He does love them, and his relationship with them is real, but he also holds them at a distance and they know that. The Krook House, it seems, has a sort of agreement that their relationships don’t run too deep. That they don’t get too attached. (Or that’s how Ashton sees it, anyways. I wonder if Milo truly feels the same. They saved Ashton’s life—brought Ashton back from a very traumatic death. How could that not make things run deep for you?)

I’m mostly rambling here but I’ve just been trying to work out how Ashton views their relationship with their Krook House roommates this whole time and I feel like this finally started to crack it for me.

[railraptor]

I also liked Milo.

But I thought we didn't know where to find the Nobodies....

[utilitycaster]

I really want to hear more, at the table or perhaps 4SD in March, about Ashton's agreement with Orym and indeed their even more cynical statement, that Imogen's going to inevitably be pulled towards Predathos whether she does her exploration willingly or resists, because I do think that Ashton's insight is really valuable here.

Ashton and Imogen have always made for a fascinating contrast. Both have complicated feelings about parents and abandonment which extend to their worldview and their relationship with the gods. Both have wondered about the source of their powers, which came at a profound physical and social cost.

I think where they diverge is that Ashton started the campaign believing that this was about the best it was ever going to get for them - staying in Krook House, with a weird nascent prickly friendship with FCG, drinking heavily and taking on odd jobs to pay off astronomical debt to Jiana Hexum. Ashton was not looking for a cure for his pain, nor meaning from it, early on. As they tell Laudna after a rough time fighting the Shade Mother, "Sometimes shit's just fucked up, and the only thing you can do because you didn't do anything fucking wrong, is get the fuck back up and do the exact same thing all over again knowing that there was nothing to learn." He sat on the Hishari/Ashari connection for weeks, never truly asking Orym but waiting until the information came to him in other ways. On the other hand, Imogen started the campaign profoundly curious; she is introduced trying to get into the Starpoint Academy to research the dreams and powers she's been dealing with for years, and her initial motivation for joining the team was to gain that access.

As time has gone on, this has slowly flipped, and I think Ashton is seeing Imogen settling into an indecisive rut. In addition, I think Imogen speculating that Liliana was a good person who simply got caught and overtaken by Predathos is raising alarms for them. After all, they just acted under the presumption that their parents had been well-intentioned people who made a mistake, and not only did it nearly kill them; the vision they had while unconscious indicated that their parents had simply done it out of a sense of self-importance. In a way, this feels like Ashton's form of protection: it is going to happen. The pain is going to be there. Are you going to make something with it, or will you simply let it catch you without your involvement?

For all their similarities, Ashton and Imogen didn't interact terribly often early in the campaign, so one of their earlier meaningful conversations is a recent one: the one where Imogen connected with the All-Minds-Burn. That is the Imogen Ashton believes can save them: the one who will decide to explore the world around her and rise to challenges, not the one who withdraws and shrinks from them. One who is not beholden to a romanticized idea of her mother who has never once lived up to those ideals in reality, but who rather makes her own choices. His line is delivered with its usual 6 Charisma; but the logic is sound.

[critter-genfic-events]

Gen One Shot Recs!

There are times when you want to get sucked into a series, and then are times when you just want to read something in a single sitting. Check out eleven one shots underneath the cut - from all three of the main campaigns (and Calamity too). And if you like them, don't forget to comment and kudos!

It’s a Process by fraternite (1740,Teen) Warnings: Descriptions of injury Pairings: Caleb Widogast & The Mighty Nein

Caleb is injured after a battle, and healed, but magic can’t fix everything. The Nein help take care of him for the rest.

Reccer says: A really neat concept, I love a good exploration of the limits of healing magic. And the way each of the Nein show their care for Caleb is so sweet, excellent hurt/comfort

Deep dive by JungleJelly (11030,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Yussa Errenis & Essek Thelyss & Allura Vysoren & Caleb Widogast

A four wizards, one braincell Happy Fun Ball expedition

Reccer says: The dynamics are amazing, I love all of these idiots (and Allura)

Separate myself from me by wtgw (6399,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fjord & Eadwulf Grieve

What’s a living magical weapon without a wielder? In the Blooming Grove, Eadwulf Grieve tries to come to terms with making his own choices after 17 years, and Fjord comes to recognize the uncomfortable similarities between them.

Reccer says: Eadwulf as a living weapon my beloved

More Than Glass by R_Black (2297,Teen) Warnings: Pairings:

During their first trip into the Happy Fun Ball, the Mighty Nein are trying to navigate around several rooms. When Fjord touches the weird red circle that leads to the Dragon room, Molly has a bit of a reaction.

Reccer says: It's a fun look into how Molly would have acted if he'd seen the tapestry window with the Cognouza button thing. It's really stuck with me.

path of the traveled sun by mousecookie (6008,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek Thelyss & Verin Thelyss

Post-canon, Verin comes to a party at Essek's invitation, curious and hoping to reconnect - and is completely unprepared for how much Essek has changed.

Reccer says: I love how much this feels like a real sibling dynamic, and the complicated feelings about having a brother that wasn't the best but has now become a better person

Syncopation by minutiae (790,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton & Milo, Ashton & Dorian

After a hard battle, still bloody and bruised, Ashton heads back to the Krook house instead of staying at the Spire by Fire. Dorian follows.

Reccer says: Ashton singing in his own language, having a fun, quiet night with his friends.

Benediction by Sandtalon (4961,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Cerrit Agrupnin & Maya Agrupnin

Cerrit and Maya, after the events of Calamity

Reccer says: Exactly what I needed after Calamity - to me, this is canon

Ruidus is Flaring by minutiae (383,Teen) Warnings: Mentions of canon deaths Pairings:

"We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel, but Campaign 3

Reccer says: It's fun to sing

your heart taking root by Demenior (2732,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne Calloway & Orym & Dorian Storm

Orym wakes in the night to clever fingers working the chain around his neck. “That’s from my husband,” he says without opening his eyes, “I’d like to keep it.”

Reccer says: I love this Fearne and Orym dynamic, and the love that's palpable between them

Learning to be lost by Strangestcrows (920,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Eadwulf Grieve

After the battle with Trent at the Blooming Grove, Eadwulf is struggling. Caduceus is a guiding hand as he comes to terms with his relationship with the Raven Queen and what he's done.

Reccer says: I liked it

It Might Sting a Little by CurrieBelle (1957,General) Warnings: None Pairings:

Everyone in Vox Machina must have pierced ears so they can use the magic whisper earrings. Ergo, an ear piercing fic that turned into a Percy character study

Reccer says: I love this look at a Percy who is just starting to fit in with the rest of Vox Machina

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[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 8 - Ignorance

(Oops! Life got a taaaaaad busy there! Between having to finish a heck ton of designs and products for a market, several days of travel, restless sleep and a birthday, there wasn't really any time to write! I'm gonna do my best to get back on track now though~)

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QueerPlatonic PolyQuad Krook House Crew - ModernHuman AU

“Get FUCKED, scum twatter!”

With a satisfied smirk, Anni watched the scowling little old lady turn with a huff, more than glad to see the back of the nasty ass hag.

“That was a little harsh, don't you think?”

“Letters, you know I love your sunshiny ass, but shut the fuck up.”

Fresh Cut Grass gave a slight huff, staring up at their beloved crusty punk of a partner, watching as she flipped off a gruff looking middle aged man, her glare almost daring him to come say something. And perhaps he would have, if it weren't for Ashton right behind her, cracking his knuckles something fierce, managing to look threatening even with Milo curled up in their lap, nose deep in a textbook thicker than their thighs.

“I just don't- I’m not saying that-” they tried, starting and stopping, failing to get his words out just right. “I know she was- That people tend to be a tad…”

“Ignorant?” Milo interjected with, not even looking up as they let the page flutter over to the next.

“Shitty?” Ashton added, reaching over to thread their fingers through Fresh Cut Grass’ bouncy locks, scratching at their scalp in a way that always had him melting in seconds.

“Deserving of a swift kick to the shins?” Anni finished with little flourish of her combat boots, skidding a foot across the grass before settling back into place, leaning heavily into Fresh Cut Grass’ side.

“Rude! I was gonna say rude!” They cried out, a familiar exasperation dripping from each and every word. Yet there was no bite to it, no true annoyance to be heard, this old song and dance so deeply familiar to them all.

After all, no one really understood them.

Too close to be friends.

But distinctly lacking in romance and lust.

And yet, the love they all shared was undeniable.

No others were allowed to touch Ashton in such a way, their flesh only connecting with most through flurries of blows. Only their crew was allowed the privilege of gentleness, of warm, heavy embraces and ever so gentle hands, as large and powerful as they were, tenderly holding, patting and stroking.

Only they were worth that pain.

Who else could draw Milo from the safety and comfort of their own home? The outside world was so bright and noisy, full of people who always threw funny looks their way. Away from their beloved projects and personal coffee blend that only Ashton, Anni and Letters knew how to make juuust right.

Yet here they were, outside on a sunny day, in the middle of a public park.

Only they were worth the mental energy.

Anni notoriously got along with just about nobody. People were a pain in the ass. They didn't like her crass sense of humor. They only ever tended to like her when she was performing. But her music, her art, was deeply personal to her, and outside of actual gigs, no one got to hear her play.

Nor did they get to see beneath the brashness. The loyal heart that lay beneath.

Only they were worth trying for.

Fresh Cut Grass loved hugs and going out and meeting all kinds of people! By all means they should have been surrounded by a plethora of love!

But they had been burned before, both metaphorically and, well, physically. He had felt loss. Felt abandonment. Felt lost and alone and so so afraid.

It had been Ashton and Anni and Milo who had put him together again, who never gave up on them, who fought against a world so big and cruel, just to keep them safe.

Just to see Fresh Cut Grass smile again.

Only they were worth that fractured trust.

“Rude is fair too,” Milo agreed, finally setting their book down to peer over at their partner, throwing them an understanding smile. “Honestly, all those answers were. People are assholes when they don't understand something. I think we all know that pretty well. I for one, can't really complain about ignorant bastards getting what’s coming for them. Anni and Ashton need some kind of healthy outlet for all that pent up rage.”

“You saying I can punch a mother fucker?”

“Not unless you have bail money ready. I am not spending my afternoon trying to get your ass out of an arrest AGAIN, Anni.”

“Booooo, you whore!”

“Can't get arrested if you punch them hard enough that the fucker can't even remember their own name.”

“Ashton! You promised, no more fights this week!

“Ain’t a fight if they never punch back,” Ashton retorted with a shit eating grin. Fresh Cut Grass crossed their arms in turn, before playfully flicking the very tip of his nose.

“You know what I was meanin’! Only necessary violence allowed, like self defense or wrestlin’ street alligators!”

“... Do I even want to ask where that shit came from?”

“Street alligators? Oh! Well I was watchin’ YouTube late last night…”

“Late night conspiracy vids. Got it.”

Under the shade of an old oak tree, upon a fluffy old blanket, they four of them continued on, voices overlapping, intermingling as their bodies did aa well. Their touches casual, yet still intimate. Lingering without complaint, with familiar comfort.

Like this was all they ever needed.

Like, together, they were home.

And that was something worth the scorn, the cruel whispers and willful ignorance.

After all, nothing else quite mattered outside of them.

[chaosgenasi]

oh i forgot ashton mentioned anni and milo last night :( "[something] live with a musician for like five years" + "maybe this is just because i've been living with an engineer for the past couple years..."

[melyanne]

Ashton wanted to check in on his friends at the Krook house before meeting up with the rest but the others did not think it was as important as finding the rest of the group. Let our dear earth genasi be selfish for once, let him check on Milo and Anni.

He was so close to learning about where he came from, so very close but getting back to the group was more important in his mind. Everyone seem to be worth so much more to him. He would lift heaven and earth to protect and make his newfound family happy and safe but he does not expect it in return.

Hopefully they will check on Milo next episode before leaving but I do not see it happening.

I just picture Ashton using the papers and ink given by Pri$m to write a letter to the group before leaving them to seek out answers on his own. He probably would not do so before Ludinus is dealt with however.

Ashton deserves to want things as well.

[masterqwertster]

Trick or treat! 🎃

Trick or Treat! (Prompt)

And for you, an early Anni Aughta and Ashton fic that was also started and not finished

Anni’s starting to think that she shouldn’t have agreed to play at The Double Tap. She’s been waiting for the bartender to bring her cut of the night’s earnings for ten minutes now, and for the last three, she’s had to deal with some dumb fuck who doesn’t know the meaning of “fuck off.”

It’s at the point that Anni is about ready to slap an idiot and turn this into an altercation, despite him having three or four friends sitting at a table while she only has herself, that there’s a weighty thump that hushes the small bar.

She turns to see Ashton Greymoore standing confidently about five feet behind her, bedecked in worn red and black leathers that display their corded arms and leaning against a hammer that looks more decorative than functional with its glass head. But only if you ignore the well-worn grip wrappings and that the most basic weapon enchantment is one to keep them from breaking easily.

“The fuck is taking you so long, Anni? We’ve got places to be,” they drawl, just the slightest hint of annoyance coloring their tone.

That’s a fucking lie. Anni has only known Ashton for the last three days, despite living in the Krook House for the past two weeks herself. And in those three days, Ashton’s spent probably half his time sleeping and the other half being a fucking asshole while making a valiant effort to empty the pantry. They don’t work together, and Anni has no fucking clue why he’s here and acting like they do.

But his eyes flicker to the asshole that’s been propositioning her, and she at least knows why he drew attention.

“I don’t need a fucking white knight,” Anni hisses out. She can handle herself, thank you very much. And she sure as fuck doesn’t need this asshole thinking she owes him one.

“Sure. Make up your mind about shanking a bitch and let’s go,” Ashton lazily agrees, rocking their hammer a little.

Anni huffs. She has a knife (though she’s not sure if Ashton actually knows that), so she could, as they put it, ‘shank a bitch.’ But Anni’s really not the type to do violence. The knife is more a precaution than anything, for if things go absolutely tits up. She’s not great with it, but she does know how to use it effectively. 

The creep stiffens and backs off a bit. He’s finally realized, maybe, that she has been done with his bullshit for a while now. At the very least, he doesn’t want to get stabbed. Which is fair.

“Stabbing this fucker would be too much of a mess,” Anni says with a sigh to help encourage that retreat, hating having to lean into Ashton’s act. “And I’m still waiting to get paid by the fucking barkeep,” she grumbles.

“Fucking hell,” Ashton sighs. He saunters forwards, bringing his hammer up and around in a lazy sweep that ends in an incongruously loud thump on the bar top, much like the one that announced his presence earlier.

“Ah, yes?” the bartender nervously asks, eyes darting to the hammer.

Ashton nods to Anni, making it clear they’re not the ones with a request to be fulfilled.

“I’m still waiting for my money,” she clearly states, letting her annoyance shine.

 “Oh, right,” they say, eyes flickering to Ashton and the hammer head resting on the bar top. 

It takes less than a minute for them to toss a sack of coin to Anni. When she peeks inside to see the denomination of the coins and tests the heft of it, she finds it suspiciously light for the amount of traffic seen while she was playing.

“Are you trying to fucking short me?” Anni growls, baring her tusks.

Ashton drags their hammer back across the bar, leaving gouges in the wood. Anni hadn’t given it thought before, but the glass head has irregular planes and edges, giving a bit of sharpness to a weapon of blunt force.

“Oh, silly me! Here we are,” the bartender nervously laughs, giving her another few silver as their eyes dart to Ashton once more. 

Fuck this bastard. Couldn’t put together a sack of coins in ten fucking minutes, couldn’t even put in the right amount, after all the work she put in, but a little threat of violence and suddenly there’s service.

Anni takes the money with a sneer and storms out of The Double Tap, Ashton lazily following at her heels. It grates, to know that she had to rely on his presence to finish the night without problem. Anni’s been looking out for herself for a while now, she can handle herself, doesn’t need someone to save her. And yet Ashton fucking Greymoore had swooped in with a rescue. 

She fucking hates it.

A few streets away from the bar, Anni whirls to give the genasi a piece of her mind, only for a solid hand to her shoulder to whirl her right back around to facing forward.

“You can yell at me if you want to, but not here,” Ashton murmurs, hand falling away the moment she is turned back around. “Wait until the gondola or we’re back at the House.”

And she wants to rage against that too, but their eyes are serious, their posture tensed and ready. As much as she dislikes following their lead, experience says that heeding someone else’s caution rarely hurts. Especially when you’re in the less nice parts of Jrusar. So Anni silently fumes as they weave their way through the streets of the Smolder Spire. 

It’s late, so there isn’t a lot of traffic as they wind up from the lower levels to the nearest gondola. As they pass through a dark and empty stretch of road, it happens. A figure darts out of an alleyway and Ashton shoves her out of their path, grunting as he does so. The figure pulls back, and there’s a knife in their hand, coated in a dark, almost oily substance.

The sound of rumbling earth meets Anni’s ears, and it takes a moment for her to realize it isn’t the ground itself rumbling, but Ashton. She’s well aware that they are as made of rock as they appear to be, yet she’s never considered how that might affect their vocal chords. In the dark of night with only the light of the stars and moon (and the dancing lights beneath Ashton’s glass), it’s unnerving. Especially as Ashton has taken on an openly aggressive stance, hammer braced in both hands.

[ozbian]

Oh.... All the art supplies and shiny things in Ashton's room at the Krook House

[piratespencil]

Little Flame - Chapter 5: Fresh Cut Grass

Fandom: Critical Role

Rating: Teen & Up

Relationships: Fearne & Orym & Dorian, Ashton & FCG, Ashton & Laudna, Laudna/Imogen

“You want toast or cereal, Letters?”

FCG has to fight down the urge to say neither, thank you! Milo and Ashton and even Anni have quietly been doing their part to make sure that FCG eats enough and takes care of himself and treats himself the way he wants them to treat themselves, ever since Ashton got real mad that one time and told FCG to fucking take care of yourself, you hypocritical idiot.

They had a conversation about not using such hurtful words, after that, but FCG also really, really started to try and take better care of themselves. Sometimes it’s hard.

Read it on AO3

(Chapter five, in which Milo makes sure FCG eats breakfast, and Ashton makes sure FCG gets paid.)