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The moment Caduceus realizes reader is in love with him? (Which is “So Nice” bc he likes them to)

Caduceus was a man familiar with love. He knew the care of his mother, the pride of his father, his aunt's protectiveness. He knew the begrudging admiration of some siblings and the adoration of others. He also knew the fellowship of friends and the radiant warmth of the Wildmother, whose presence was never far.

Caduceus was not, however, a man familiar with romance. Until recently he had lived a rather secluded life, rarely venturing far from the sanctuary of the Blooming Grove, his little interest in the outside world often earning him the teasing of his siblings. So when he met you, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of the butterflies in his stomach. At first he thought he was just excited to get to know an interesting new friend, just like any of the other members of the Nein. After much introspection and meditation, he realized there was something more. He realized he was falling in love.

He loved your gentle nature and the compassion you showed to all creatures. He loved the shape of your hair and the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed. He loved you in a new and strange way he had never felt before. And he had no idea what to make of it. So, he did what he always did, and trusted in the Wildmother to show him the way, and allow whatever was meant to happen to unfold in its own time.

Over the months, the butterflies never faded. The more time you spent together in quiet nights of contemplation over tea, the more his love grew, and as much as he learned about you he never could seem to get a read on you like he could with most people, too lost in your smile to pay enough attention.

One evening you sat together near a noisy brook on the edge of a forest, enjoying each other's company in the last fading reds and oranges of the sky. In the peace of the moment, Caduceus was caught off guard when he felt you gently take his hand. When he turned to look at you, he was hit with a sudden realization as everything clicked. You mirrored his body language in almost every way- quick breaths, rosy cheeks, and a nervous smile as you glanced up at him. Caduceus could almost feel Melora give him a gentle push, and he was suddenly both relieved and overjoyed to discover that you seemed to reciprocate his own deep feelings for you. He returned your smile, and was at a loss for words.

"Y/n, this is... this is nice."

You stayed that way for a while, leaning on each other as you watched the rest of the sun finally dip below the horizon, happy and content and ready to face whatever adventures tomorrow had in store- together.

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i realized i wasn't entirely specific with the fjord accent request but you did it exactly how i wanted!! thank you so much and i love your work!! cant wait to see what else you write :)

Thank you! Really glad you liked it. Thought I'd take this moment to let everyone who's requested know I'm slowly making my way through your asks :)

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could you do one where reader is actually southern (idek how thatd work in exandria but im a texan) and how theyd react to hearing fjords accent???

My first ask! I'll try my best :) (without potentially giving too much away, I'm assuming early Fjord here)

It was a strange bunch gathered at the table next to you. Loud, colorful, and definitely out of place among the farmers and village folk. Travellers, not unlike yourself at the moment. Perhaps it was your shared aura of out-of-place that caught the attention of the blue tiefling lady who practically dragged you to join her and her companions. You were sat down, handed an ale, and introduced one by one to all the members of the "Mighty Nein," but it was the half-orc man who caught your attention.

"Name's Fjord, pleased to meet you," he said, extending a hand.

It caught you off guard; it was rare to meet anyone in the empire who shared your accent. When you found your voice you smiled, shook his hand, and replied, "Y/n, pleasure to meet you as well." The surprise was clear on his face.

"Well now, what a fine accent you got there, y/n," he said, tilting his head with a smirk. "I don't believe I've met a single person outside Port Damali who spoke like that, 'til now that is. Where're you from?"

You were pretty sure he was making an effort to exaggerate his drawl, so you did the same. "I'm from the coast myself, a little bit farther south."

"A long ways away from here. What brings you to these parts, if you don't mind me asking?"

At this, the woman in Cobalt Soul colors got up from her seat, leaned over Fjord's shoulder, and stage whispered, "Go get 'em, tiger," before walking off.

You're not sure who blushed more between the two of you, but the half-orc's charming, suave exterior quickly melted to reveal a bashful schoolboy. A few swigs of your drinks later and you were both back to discussing your hometowns and plans in the empire. By the evening's end, you were making plans to join your interesting new travelling companions on the way to Zadash, and you looked forward to the opportunity to spend more time conversing with Fjord.

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Critical Role Requests!

Hello! I am in the market for some critical role fic requests, especially characters x reader. If you have any, please let me know! Just nothing too nsfw please ;)

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Helping to Heal

It was a cold, wet evening in Rosohna. Currently taking a much needed break from adventures, most of the Mighty Nein were wandering the streets of the ever-dark city looking for any establishment offering mediocre drinks and questionably legal pit fights.

This night, however, you were struck by an all too familiar bout of melancholy, and decided to abstain from the antics. The overwhelming sadness overcame you less often since joining the Nein, but sometimes the spiralling, drowning despair still managed to sink its claws into your heart and soul. Growing closer to Caleb in particular had helped beat back some of your demons. You felt a kinship with the wizard. From the moment you met you could recognize the haunted quality in each other's eyes. You could empathize with each other, often easing one another's pain in silent understanding, and soon found yourselves also enduring the mild teasing of your friends. So, not wanting to abandon you this night, Caleb proposed a quiet evening of spell study. Caduceus, the sweetheart, left a pot of your favourite tea, and combined with the warm lamp light, the soft mumbles and scribbles of your fellow wizard, and the occasional nuzzles of Frumpkin, you slowly felt your mind come to be a little more at ease.

As the hours passed, you also grew closer to a breakthrough on a spell you'd been working on for weeks, something that would allow you to control wind. Aware of the possible dangers of experimenting within the confines of the library, you asked Caleb to accompany you to the top of the tower to carry out some final tests. Focusing on a spot in the air just over the edge, you began the arcane gestures and mutterings. Lost in concentration, you realized a split second too late you had miscalculated the scope of the spell as a gust of wind slammed you into the tree. The impact sent a painful crack through your arm and you tumbled to the ground.

"Y/n!" Caleb called as he rushed to your side. You loosely clutched your arm, vision slightly swimming and struggling to catch the breath that was knocked from you.

"Liebling, are you alright?" he asked, deep lines etched in his forehead. As you blearily nodded, his eyes were drawn to a trickle of red running down your hand.

"Let me take a quick look, then we can get you a potion," he said, internally berating himself for not having one on him. He began to roll up your sleeve before you could protest, finding not just evidence of the new break in bone, but also many angry red lines tracing your forearm, some old and fading and a couple freshly reopened scabbing ones. His blue eyes quickly widened then met your panicked ones.

"Caleb I- I'm sorry, I never meant for anyone to see that." Your cheeks burned and tears sprung as you looked down, the pain and shock of the situation causing you to let your guard down fully for the first time. You soon felt a hand lightly under your chin.

"Liebe, please do not apologise." He paused. "You've... seen my own scars, ja? Let's just say not all of them were made by Master Ikithon." You saw his broken nervous smile as he wiped your cheek with his thumb. You reached up and met his hand, sharing your own sad smile, another moment of silent understanding.

"I am not one to pry or give advice, but I don't wish to see you hurting. I'm here for you, y/n, if you want me to be."

"Thank you, Caleb. But on one condition: you let me be there for you too."

His smile became a bit more real. "I think that is a fair deal."

It was then that you began to hear chattering and the ring of the Xhorhaus door chimes, reminding you of the break still pulsing in one of your arms.

"I don't want to worry everyone right now, could you maybe just bring Caduceus?" you asked.

"Of course. And maybe tomorrow we can work some more on that spell - outside."