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sporadically-writing · 3 years ago

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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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railroad-migraine · 3 years ago

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Day 22. Whispers 🎃

-> Essek Thelyss x GN!Reader

It can change a person

~ Poet

He would never admit it, but Essek has come to like and even look forward to the sending messages he shares with Jester at the most random points in the Nein's Adventures - it allows him glimpses into your wellbeing, if only small and brief.

He sits at his desk, a quill in one hand scribbling aimlessly, the other hand pressing two fingers to his temple, softly smiling in the candlelight as the cleric recounts today's adventure. He asks how your injury from last week has healed, if you've been resting, if your training is coming along nicely, and if you've been happy.

If you miss him, or mention him at all.

"You know," Jester interrupts him, muffled slightly and he can imagine her hiding under a thick blanket with a mischievous grin, "I like this side of you, Essek. Caring and all, like, doting."

"As do I. It feels..." He trails off, a little at a loss for words. It's hard to describe the distance between you an him, hard to understand how despite it you've only nestled yourself further in his heart. "It's really, really... nice, actually."

"Falling in love?" Jester stage whispers so her voice does not disturb your sleeping form in the bed next to hers.

His answer comes easier and clearer than he was expecting: "Falling in love with them."

Poet's Note:

Yes I took creative liberties with the sending spell. Let me have my faves talk like they're on the telephone.

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a-menagerie · 4 years ago

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QwQ may we request a part two for the Essek cliches? QWQ

“I thought you’d have left by now.” Essek says from behind you. You look up from the edge of the pond. You had joined Essek on his journey to assist the Mighty Nein, fighting Lucien, and now returned to Caduceus’ home.

“I can’t leave you.” You reply, almost automatically. How many times had you had to reassure him you were by his side for good? Traitor or not. You’d devoted yourself to Essek, going even beyond your own duty. You were in too deep, really.

Essek hummed as he joined you, settling onto the ground by the pond (but still hovering an inch or so off the ground). He was exhausted, dark shadows under his eyes but he couldn’t rest.

“I’m glad.” He says after a long moment. You look to him, confused. “That you’re not leaving.”

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

Essek smiles lightly, eyes still on the pond and ignoring the light dusting of blush across his cheeks. You reach out tentatively and take his hand. After a while, when you’re considering pulling your hand away, Essek’s hand turns in yours, holding your hand back.

“Thank the gods for that.” He says softly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

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roll4angst · 5 years ago

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Overworked

I made this very uh… caster friendly because I've never played a sorcerer and don’t know how to write for one.

You sat staring at the book. Reading and rereading the spells trying to commit them to memory. Rubbing your hands over your eyes you sigh, the words were becoming jumbled and blurred and you really couldn't make any sense of them. You lay your head on the book, maybe they’ll just. Absorb into you. You stay like that for a minute before you shake yourself awake. No, you had to get these couple down, then you could be done. You sigh and go back to your attempt at reading.

After who knows how many minutes you feel two hands start rubbing your shoulders softly. You groan and try to wriggle out of the soothing touch but the grip is tight. You hang your head, you had hoped he wouldn’t come looking for you. The impromptu massage continues with soft added kisses to your neck. You let out a quiet noise of disapproval but knew you couldn’t really stop him. He eventually rests his head on yours, violet hands moving to embrace you from behind. You let out an annoyed sigh and feel him chuckle behind you.

“Did you really think I could fall asleep without you?” You sigh again moving your head back to lay on your book. You feel him shift around you and his hands are guiding your face to look at him. “My love.” You make some noise of response and he frowns lightly at you. “Come on, you’re exhausted. Learning new spells right now is pointless.” You shake your head into your book.

“I gotta get these memorized.” You lift your head and continue staring at the pages, knowing if you look at Essek you’ll go straight to bed with him. He sighs and stands. You don’t hear him leave but you hear the door shut beside him. You groan quietly and let a few tears stray out. You know doing this to yourself is also stressing him out but you can’t fall behind. He is already so smart and then he goes and makes friends with Caleb who is beyond brilliant. You see the tear drip onto your book and sigh, maybe a small break would be okay.

You head to the kitchen to see Essek pouring tea into two mugs. He looks up and smiles at you. “Great minds think alike I see.” You smile softly. He finishes your tea and brings it to you. You thank him quietly and he grabs his and leans against the counter. Watching you, no, studying you. You sigh and sip at the tea enjoying the silence. When you finally decide to meet his eyes they’re intense. You keep eye contact as you take another sip of your tea, he raises an eyebrow and your eyes widen.

“You. Bastard.” It’s quiet, but he hears it and smiles. You pout at him and put the mug down crossing your arms. He floats over and behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck while you pout. How tired you were was really hitting you now. No thanks to the sleepy time tea Essek had slipped you. Asshole. You let out a yawn. “I… really hate you.” He kisses your neck softly.

“No you don’t, come on it’s time for sleep.” You shake your head and feel his arms shift around you and suddenly your feet aren’t touching the floor as he carries you to bed. He sets you down and you don’t even have the fight in you anymore. You curl under the blanket and pout again. His arms snake around you and he peppers kisses on your neck and shoulders until you give in and turn to face him. He kisses you softly and pulls you into his chest. “I love you. I want you to improve in your craft. But I will not let you kill yourself to do so.” You sigh and nod snuggling into him before sleep takes you, safe in the arms of the man who loves you most.

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saphirered · 3 years ago

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For the winter prompts: Essek Theyless with # 16.

And that’s the last of the Winter Prompt Requests! I've not written for Essek in a hot minute and damn did I miss hot boi! It's a whole bunch of tooth rotting fluff of pining mages and good dreams only. 😘

It is an unnecessary luxury for elves to have a bed to sleep in. They don’t sleep like other beings of Exandria. Instead they enter a trance for a mere four hours to rest up from the day’s events. Sometimes Essek wishes he could sleep like that. To be in oblivion for hours on, off in the world of dreams to wander beyond what he is capable of. It’s not that he is incapable of dreams. It’s just different. He wishes he could be floating among the winged creatures of the skies while they speak their wonders, where the colours of the world are warped and the bounds of reality are nonexistent. He wishes to experience the magic that is the subconscious of the dreaming lives. There are potions and substances and even spells that can mimic the effects, but it’s never the same. It’s different when you’re living through it first hand and cannot compare properly with someone else who experiences things wholly different. For the sake of the illusion Essek lays in his bed. He stares at the ceiling; one of constellations drawn beautifully but that’s the only expanse he finds when his mind slips from the waking world and into that trance. His eyes close and so comes the vastness, or so he expects but instead he finds a world of wonder. Is he dreaming? Yes.

Essek finds himself at the balcony of a tower on a cliffside overlooking the sunset. He raises his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light as a force of habit, but finds instead the rays do not bother him as they normally would. He hears the sounds of songbirds and the crashing of waves against the rock below. The wind blows gently batting at his heavy cloak. That cloak seems all too much for the tropical weather but he’s not bothered by it. The temperature is warm but not bothersome. His feet are firmly on the ground too, he realises. There’s no need for pretence. It feels homey here, like he can let go of his burdens and worries for once in his extended life. He takes a breath of fresh air and just watches the sunset.

He knows where he is. He knows he’s safe. He’s been here before, this tower, he knows it well. He knows of the teleportation circle on the third floor hidden under the finely crafted carpet. He recalls each line like second nature. He knows of the study the floor above with the comfortable couches and the precious collections of latest research in mid progress. Never less than twelve books at once, and always heaps of disorganised notes; on the low table, high table, cabinets, shelves and stacked on top of books. Writing utensils, just as much. Any available surface has to have at least one within arm’s reach. He’d found the disarray maddening in opposition to his clear and tidy structure but Essek won’t deny his own tendency to get a little messy when he’s caught up in work. He also remembers the laboratory with all its ongoing projects and experiments and of course the selection of materials of all kinds and rarities is certainly more extensive than his own. He doesn’t find himself in either of these rooms nor does he wander there. He knows they’re there as if it’s a fact because it is.

Overlooking this beautiful site from this balcony, he knows where he is. He knows what’s behind him through the stained glass doors; where the pillars make bookcases, and the hearth is always alight. Where a variety of crystal decanters sit unused but filled among the few perpetually almost empty ones, with the carved glasses next to them. Through those glass doors lie couches with comfortable pillows one could philosophise the matters of the world all day and night, or perhaps fall asleep on if one’s not careful. The table between these couches always has some form of snacks available; a scholar’s brain food as some might claim. Simple sustenance he’d say. Regardless of chamber, one thing is always certain. When Essek is here he is never alone. That proves right when a presence walks up next to him.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice he could pick out of thousands speaks to him and carries him through the worlds like a tether. He doesn’t have to look to his side to know it’s you in all your magnificence. Still he does though. He looks away from that sunset to take in another view perhaps unrivalled by anything or anyone else in this world and beyond, though Essek would deem his opinion severely biased. “You think I got it right?”

“You see this sight more often than I do.” He states as a matter of fact but with a hint of humour as you know him to do. You laugh softly and smile. He finds himself smiling.

“Every day is different. No two sunsets are the same.” You try to use the same tone but pour in just a little too much jest.

“It’s the last sunset I was here. You insisted we watch it. We did.” He looks past you to see the same set up of table and bench you’d sat together at some weeks ago. You’d dragged some of the pillows from inside to make it more comfortable. Together you used Essek’s cloak as a blanket and watched until the final rays settled beyond the horizon and the stars came out. Only then you’d sprawled across that bench and watched the constellations pass you by. It was strangely intimate for his standards and perhaps even yours. Anyone might have deemed the big bad shadowhand insane should they have seen him so relaxed, so mundane. Only here, only with you.

“You remember.” You smile as your heart flutters a bit and you feel cold skin press against your fingers, tenderly lacing together.

“Is this what it feels like to be dreaming?” Essek wonders out loud. You squeeze his hand and guide him along to the bench. Before you sit down you unclasp his heavy mantle and take it from his shoulders, exposing the Xhorhasian attire underneath. You allow your fingers to run over the structured designs of silver thread stitched on the deep navy, purples and greys. You take the cloak onto your lap as you sit down, pulling your legs under yourself. Essek follows suit but holds a more proper posture. Together you keep watching the sunset.

“I better hope so. It took me three weeks to not only learn how to cast this spell but also modify it actually work on elves. Do you know how hard it is to cast any sleep related spells on elves? Near impossible that’s right.” Essek laughs and shakes his head.

“Laugh, of course you do. You do not want to know how many quills I had to pluck from sleeping birds!” You cannot hide your own amusement. and when you subconsciously brush over your lower arm, Essek catches the markings still somewhat midway through healing. Looks like the birds got you good and were not so happy with you stealing their feathers. He takes your hand in his once more and offers a comforting squeeze.

“I appreciate your efforts.” He speaks earnestly.

“It was worth it.” You admit easily and a flush spreads across your cheeks. Essek raises an eyebrow and you bit the inside of your cheek raising an eyebrow back. No more than a questioning ‘hm’ sound leaves your throat as you play innocent or oblivious to the fact he noticed.

“Do you have something to say?” You might as well have been a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. A light smirk pulls at his lips and he does not fight it despite putting on his shadowhand visage that compels answers from those who face him. You offer a silent ‘really?’ and he insists. It’s not long before you break You play with a seam in his cloak still bundled on your lap. It seems to have gained your attention. This is the gaze of avoidance not because a harrowing subject or the need for secrecy, but simple avoidance in something you both dance around plenty of times; feelings.

“Fine. I was just thinking, that maybe we could do this more often and we won’t have to go weeks without seeing each other or sneaking around as much.” You huff as if the weight behind that statement isn’t what it is. As if your heart has not stopped and frozen in your chest. As if you do not feel Essek’s eyes on you and know that his lips have parted upon the breath that catches. You dare not look at him until you feel that cool touch under your chin where it lifts and turns your gaze to his until you look into those violet eyes that shine so bright with the mind of someone far beyond his years, with wisdoms and secrets that could topple empires and rise new ones. You look at him not as all those things, not as the prodigy or the shadowhand or the powerful mage. You look at him as your friend and confidant, your colleague and enabler of all the crazy things you do, your research mate but most of all, you see him as your heart.

“I’d want nothing more.” Essek sees right through you, through the layers that paint you to the outside world as a mage of repute, a bright mind and a dangerous one, one of many secrets and sometimes questionable morale, one of an adventurer with a good heart, one who favours a reclusive life over the business of sprawling cities, one that threw away a chance of a life of influences and riches in favour of some abandoned tower overlooking the most beautiful sunsets and rises. Essek sees you the way he knows you; as his friend and fellow bookworm, as a scholar and mage of high repute, but beyond that he also sees the passion in everything you do, your stubbornness and determination to do better, to be better. You’re his moral compass. When he goes wandering too far you are the one to pull him back. You are… He’s afraid to admit it because such a thing is frightening to someone who has some comprehension of what the true meaning of matter and existence is. You are his everything and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

The lives you both live are ones on thin ice. You have your own banes and confide in him as he does you with his. It’s not just mutual understanding but the knowledge that no one should bear these burdens alone and a willingness to share them and remind each other that this is real and you are not turning into the monsters some others might want you to become, for their own gain. You remind each other of the sacrifices you might make and the risks beyond every decision. Essek wishes he had found you in his life earlier because if he had you, if you had know you might have threatened to counter spell his ability to glide and float only to drop him into the waves below for his stupidity. He sees that now and you make him feel remorse for his actions. He’d thought he’d hate the feeling but when he’s with you he doesn’t. There’s more than just kinship here. He has bared his heart to you over time and you had allowed him a glimpse beyond that curtain. You’d grown closer and closer and became something more. This, this is real. These feelings are real and he does not want to run away from them. You don’t want to run away from them. He sees right through you as you see right through him and that tether grows more taut.

“May I kiss you?” You ask. The world might as well have burst because Essek never expected this kind of warmth to fill his body, to- to make him feel so happy. He’d thought it something from a childish past but not meant for the life he lives now, he thought it the path of the naive and oblivious and if that’s true he’s okay with that. He realises he must have missed a beat as you aways an answer in suspense.

“Yes. Yes, I’d like that.” He chuckles and softly you place your lips on his, right as the final rays of the sun pass beyond the horizon and the stars shine brightest above. All is well.

This is a dream but it is real in every way possible and Essek never wants to wake up. He could stay here with you forever in this land of dreams.

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demigoddessqueens · 3 months ago

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Could you write some Mighty Nein headcannons about not necessarily an SO, but maybe more like an addition to their team that saved them all from some evil and now they just stick to group. The trouble is they don't speak common nor any other language that the group would know through means of magic or otherwise.

Sure thing!

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Caleb

Being the bookworm he is, he’s come across many a language but isn’t familiar with your tongue

He tries his best to decipher what you’re saying, spending the most time in conversation with you to learn word by word

Fjord

Traveling on the seas has taken him across many different lands but he’s stumped when hearing your conversation

Ironically, the way he’s learned different languages is sea shanties so if he ever heard you singing a local song from home he listens intensely to every word

Essek

Also another bookworm who pours over all his resources, sort of starting his own research to learn about your language

His idea of bonding would consist of hours of listening to you talk, exploring maps and books of Exandria to see where it hails from

Jester

She’s picked up on different accents and dialects from her old home so her interest is purely innocent towards you

In a casual environment, she repeats certain words she hears just to know what they mean and likes how it roll off her tongue

Yasha

Naturally drawn to you as her curiosity is piqued. She feels a closeness to you, especially in navigating places

Flowers are a way for her to learn from you, and from each other, the names and types that you like and the ones that remind you of home

Nott

She’s stumped all around but tries to exercise patience in learning a new language

Like with Caleb, she learns and listens intently to you and becomes protective of you as you teach her too

Mollymauk

The circus introduced him to a number of colorful people so he’s bound to pick up words of a language or two

He’ll try his best to learn from you, sometimes learning through dance or art or any jewelry you’ve worn

Beauregard

She may rely on her contacts with the Cobalt Soul to help with any books to help her translate words that might sound familiar

Initially, she might be frustrated because of the language barrier but she tries every day

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criticalroleloveshots · 5 years ago

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Exposed (Part 2)

Exposed Part 1

Oh boy this took so much longer than I intended. This last little while has been hectic in my personal and work life, I'm so sorry ♡

@fanfictionenthusiast A personal tag for you so you see it as soon as possible!

It could be that it was raining, or a sudden fog had rolled in. There was no other reasonable reason as to why your vision was starting to blur. You stood up and pushed a palm into the corner of your eye to clear the haze. Didn't he just leave? "Why are you still here?"

A gentle smile graced his features, one that you had only seen brief flashes of. A warmth twists around your stomach as your mind starts to wander, to poke and prod before it turns cold. Essek stops your prying with the smile that becomes empathetic than anything else. He knows it's accidental, your prying. It's always accidental with him.

Taking a step forward he reached his hand forward to take yours which you gave him with only the slightest bit of hesitation (clarification: it was actually a lot). Wordlessly you followed him, hovering down to the ground from the balcony. Maybe it was him pulling you but you had been so trapped in your thoughts about Caleb and Jester that you couldn't actually tell.

The two of you traveled in silence while you tried to focus on the man ahead of you again. Essek. He had an interesting relationship with the Nein. With Caleb- no no, you weren't going to go back down that path, not with a clear sign in your way to destroy that bridge all together.

It was begrudging. The teleporting, the probing for information, the constant, consistent Sending... the debt that they had to him from said teleporting.

With your overthinking, you almost missed the beautiful towers with their interconnecting walkways and the way the brick shimmered a different hue if you turned your head left to when you turned your head right.

"Ess', is this where you live? This is... beautiful." He led you through the gate and towards the first room of his home. In a way it was exactly what you had expected. Flora with the scent of fresh rain even if the space around you was dryer than tanned hide. Maybe a bit of spice... or soot? You had let go of his hand and started to wander, hands gently dragging along the walls and touching the glass stairs. You couldn't imagine walking, (floating?), up and down these stairs. They would make you nervous.

"How are you feeling?" Essek's voice pulled you right back to him. You were quiet for a few minutes despite it feeling like hours. It was hard to answer that when you actually didn't know. He closed the gap from your wandering and grabbed your hand again, pulling it up to his chest, rubbing his thumb over the ridges of your palm.

"I think I'm... okay..." Okay was the bare minimum that you were confident in. It really felt like you were locked out of your own head when you watched his hands. Your swallow was thick and slow, like bread with too much jam and honey. Essek hummed in response and the way he glanced up into your eyes, you knew he didn't believe that you were okay. His fingers started to trace further down, smoothing over the slight scarred ridges from past battles. They continued to move up your arm, slipping under the edges of your sleeves. Goosebumps crashed against your core and you shivered.

"And how do you feel now?" His voice was barely a whisper when his forehead tapped against yours. You were stammering breathlessly. Better. You felt much better and honestly, you couldn't remember why you were so upset. He was all around you. The spiced ginger musk, the violet eyes that bore into yours, the effortlessly silk skin on your arm.

And then his lips.

Oh his lips that tasted like the wine that he had brought for dinner. You wondered if you tasted the same, and if he liked it the way you liked his.

You could drown in his taste, and Essek decided that just for now, he could too.

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pushingdaisies1 · 2 years ago

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{❥} Authors Note - OOO YES of course! Oh so many feelings and probably a good lot of slow burn , perfect recipe for disaster and a whole lot of realization <3 - sorry if the essek one is a little *bleh.* Ive been watching supercuts for him but I also dont want to spoil myself since I know a lot of his story revolves around the later plot for campaign 2 , SOOOOO.... I tried lol. Though his was very entertaining to write for! {❥} Content Warnings: Mostly proofread , some depictions of “flame” for Calebs part (signifying feelings lol.) Also for Esseks describing love in a rather “painful” manner to put it. Other than that , I think that is all! Please let me know if I should add more in the comments :3c ₊˚✧꒰ᑕᗩᒪEᗷ ᗯIᗪOGᗩᔕT꒱₊˚✧ ･ That night originally was so peaceful, staring out at the moonlit sky with some of your other friends. Though as you conversed, you never expected to have everything get turned upside down. It was all so fast, not being able to call for the others happily asleep tore you apart. ･ Trying to fight off your captors was a struggle, you thinking the four of you could easily get away. But no, you overstepped and it ended in the bunch of you getting taken away. Not without some battering in the process. ･ You didnt know where you were, trying so hard to break free from the manacles that trapped you. Never stopping to find a way out. Your fighting senses were not very much welcomed by your captors. They picked right through you and your friends. ･ Sadly you got dealt the short end of the stick with Yasha. Spending the majority of your time being captured, getting your absolute shit rocked. All of it was a blur, only remembering the beating that came to you. ･ The coldness of the stone under you welcomed you into sleep. You were staying unconscious with Yasha as well due to the Shepherds. If you WERE conscious, you would have known of the entrance of your friend plus a couple of newbies coming in to save you and the others. ･ After they dealt with everything and opened up Jester and Fjord's cell, they found you and Yasha’s. The others decided to have a search around the Iron Shepherd’s base, and Caleb decided to sit that out. Instead staying behind with the “out like a light” you and Yasha. ･ Seeing you, so hurt and bruised sent something through him. With how much he's known you (I imagine the same as much as he’s known Nott), it sent a feeling of urgency through him. It wasnt like he was scared shitless before, but that made him feel that pit plummet even more. ･Laying there as the others went to go search around, he couldnt stop looking over at you. Those embers grew more and more, becoming a fire in his chest. What was this? , he hadn't really felt it in a while. What was this urgency? You were another one of his companions, why was he feeling all warm on the inside? ･Just like with Astrid and Eadwolf, that fire blazed to high heaven. This stood out to him, and the repeatings of “no no no no…” trailed along in his avoidant mind. He could bare to rid you of the burden of him being in love with you. A lot had happened in only a couple of days, which led him to lie to himself. ･He halted his flooding paranoia to a stop. Taking a breath in, he can think about this later and let it tare him apart. Now he just has to wait for the others to come back. He went on to clear his mind, rattling on directly to the unconscious Yasha next to him. ₊˚✧꒰ ᖴᒍOᖇᗪ ꒱₊˚✧ ･Even though Fjord could portray the persona of a calm and collected fighter, he was far from it. Under that mushy shell of suave southern charm and gentlemen' manners, was but a man. When he got to know you better, he didnt feel like he had to push up this sort of image. ･Originally he had met you the same way he met Jester. You had hitched a ride with the giddy blue tiefling. Trying to get away from some sort of mystery creeping up on you. Stumbling into him, he couldn’t help but trip over his own two feet. He could remember seeing you, watching over as Jester was messing with a few surrounding individuals. ･The way the Port Damali sun shaped your ever-so-collected features. You looked so excited watching your friend (who he would get to know as Jester) using magic to play her little tricks. Something about her and you formed a bubble of thoughts in his ever-expanding curiosity. Your big bright grin almost drew him closer. With this new set of abilities recently gifted to him, this display did defiantly catch his attention ･Fast forwarding to the present time, after trying to travel to the goal of the Solstice Academy in Rexxentrum: now everything was uprooted after meeting the band of assholes you got to know as your newfound friends. Even though he had bumped into you two and traveled alongside the both of you for quite some time, once you joined the “Mighty Nein” your relationship grew stronger in a sense. ･More comfortable with friendly banter, a trust was formed. It would only grow stronger as your party became more and more active. Though you could always be assured that Fjord always showed his loyalty in more ways than one Even if it was shown in smaller, more contained doses, he could and would always be by your side. He may have had appearances to keep up but rest assured that there were some times his heart couldn’t stop doing summer saults for you. ･With all of the chaos that rained throughout you and your parties' adventures, things got a little less hectic once you guys left the Dwendalian Empire and went down to the Menagerie Coast in Nicodranas. ･It was a more free-spirited atmosphere and you enjoyed the constant comfortable weather along with the wonderful ocean. Fjord was oh so overjoyed seeing you taking a liking to the place, being that you were a part of the group percentage that didnt really know of the gorgeous sandy beaches that inhabited the Menagerie Coast/Nicodranas.･He could clearly tell though that you were excited about Jester meeting her mother again. You and the girl were as close as could be , you held her really close to your heart. The same went for everyone else in the group. Fjord always admired how you always had that signature friendly air around you. Even if the person is a shopkeeper or a drunk you kept constant conversation with , you were never one for a boring environment. ･After you all become acquainted with the Ruby of the Sea , or better known as Marion Lavorre , you all end off your official first day in Nicodranas with some very rampant shenanigans. Now with the Gentleman potentially being Jesters father? That was a lot to rap all your heads around , especially Jesters. But with the suggestions of Fjord and the rest of the party , everyone decided to head to bed with how late it was. ･Right as everyone was getting used to their new rooms in the Lavish Chateau , you struck up conversation with Fjord about the new realizations that came to ahead. He could clearly see how you were worried for Jester , more so around the fact that this is such new news. Fjord listened to your steady rant about how this could mean so many things. You were really just getting your thoughts out into the air , and Fjord listened to it all. ･He racked your brain as well , though rangled your rampant stream of thought to a stop. Saying that they can figure it out more on on a later date. Which you agreed to , apologizing for keeping him up so late. He didn’t fuss though , instead giving you a warm smile and quelling your worries. He watched as you walked away , you both sharing a “goodnight” before hearing your door make an audible closing noise. ･He leaned against his door frame as he stared down that hallway of rooms , his eyes lingering on your door. Which was when he realized everything , when everything clicked together. He was in love... with you. There was nothing that stopped his brain from pointing this out , and why would he stop it? He wasn’t frightened about it or nervous , just relatively happy! ･You were one of the strongest sparks in his life , you were tethered to him if he liked it or not. He didn’t fight it at all and was just relieved to know this information. Though would he act on it? No of course , you as a group had things to do. He didnt want his feelings to blind him in any sort of way. Which meant he was going to let this meddle , keeping the new revelation close to his heart. ･Taking one final look at your door he would let out a content sigh before turning into bed. He would fully let sleep take over his mind , content with this day. He wasn’t going to fight what he felt for you , instead embracing it. He was in love with you and.. he was okay with that. ₊˚✧꒰ EᔕᔕEK TᕼEᒪYEᔕᔕ ꒱₊˚✧ ･At first meeting Essek was many things. Being in the same vicinity as the “Bright Queen” and in her court already made you tremble in ferocious anxiousness. Mainly because that woman had a certain look that could impale thousands of hearts. All of a sudden , as you and the group were here to get Yussa to freedom, she sent one of her shadowhands with you to escort you down to the dungeons. ･A smirk caught at the tip of your lips when you all were escorted by him. The sharp-chinned drow was definitely appealing in the eyes. His calm but calculated demeanor definitely matched his voice , smooth and cold like sharp icicles. You couldnt help but giggle to yourself like a school girl inside your conciousness , though outside you made sure to keep your composure. ･Impressions for him were wildly different. He wasn’t one for much care in this situation, following to do what he was told. Though he was definitely one that fell harder as your group became more inside his circle of faces he knew. ･When the group got to know him on a more personal level , so did you to him. Especially taking a liking of him , as a bright eyed explorer of the arcane. As you too shared a more ... competitive conversation in a sense after Caleb tried to convince him to the upmost charming manner (and of course succeed) , he even decided to give you some knowledge for new spells that involved Dunamancy. ･You were very open to every ounce of what the Dunamancy offered , no selfishness or greed at all when he explained to you some of the ties that came with those certain spells he would go on about for hours. All you did was listened , which is why you were so around him in the first place after hours. He was clearly taking a liking to you as well , again in smaller doses. But he was getting more friendly to you in his most of all Essek ways. ･When it wasn’t Jester sharing messages over to him about what was going on with the use of “Sending” , you would take a knack at it. One way or another you always got a comfortable chuckle out of him , already sinking your fangs into his affection. Sooner than he knew it , a burning feeling would grow in his chest. ･A painful , but heavy feeling emanated in his heart. His mind winced at the sudden intrusion of this but it slowly became more of a constant ... like the thought of you did in his mind. He tried to shake it off as best as he could , pushing those thoughts down into the pits with the fact that this had to mean NOTHING. It couldn’t and wouldn’t mean anything... or so he thought. ･It especially haunted his mind once he got more into his nefarious business and the situation grew more impactful so to say. The thought of hurting you and his new friendship with your group pained him. Though he had to keep faces up and work on what dealings were made with the Cerberus assembly and so on. ･His internal thoughts came to ahead when you and your friends found out how interloped he was with the chaos that was plagued around your every move. He couldn’t help but feel oh so ashamed, with the sudden realization of the betrayal that he caused with you all. Feeling so very very idiotic as if , within his mind , burning the bridge that he had with your party. ･Though to his utter surprise, your friends extended a hand out to him. A hand of both un-earthed vulnerability and understanding. Just with him coming forward about everything that was going on , his expectations for how that all was going to go down were very much flipped. ･Everyone shared words of encouragement with him, and words of as well - guarded forgiveness. But what you had told him most definitely left an impression on him and his mental state. The whole time when you all were talking about what he was interloped in, your eyes were trained on him and his presence. Something to say was most, of course forming in your mind. He could clearly see it as your facial features ever so slightly moved. ･You extended a hand to him and figuratively opened your heart up. Giving him a light at the end of the tunnel. Saying that everyone had some sort of redemption for them, especially if they decide to choose a more cleaner path. It was as if you sucked the pain out of him, that had gone widespread in his brain capsule of a head space. ･That once burning, aching feeling clicked in his heart. As Nott extended an invitation to the Mighty Nein, he finally realized what his brain was so panicked about. Finding a name for the one thing that especially plagued him. His love... for you. The love that kept him up at night, that had him pacing around halls when thoughts of you sprung up from his mental depths. ･The word repeated in his mind... love. Love love love love love, that's what it was. ﹌﹌﹌ {❥} Part Two or “Mollymauks” part

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dragon-chica · 4 years ago

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The Mighty Gesäß

B Now for the illustrious hindquarters of Saviors and rumps of their friends. Wax poetry on Mollymauk's ass is what you wanted right?

Fandom: Critical Role

Fjord: Actually has a fair bit of ass, working as a ship hand already gave him a nice amount of glute, soft and visible, but adventuring has certainly toned him up. Does not know how to shop for pants, you and Jester make sure he only wears tailored now. Because friends care like that.

Jester: Plump and soft, slightly toned and oh so grabbable and she knows it. And knows how much you love it, buys an extra order of bread at the bakery and asks you which buns you like more, then pouts and threatens to eat your donut for pretending to have to think about it. She's great as pillows and giggles when you say so.

Caduceus: He's on the flatter side but can't deny his rear is still nice, though not plentiful what he does have is a nice spot between soft and slightly firm, you can feel the bit of muscle when you give a grab. And fitted pants still give a pleasant view.

Yasha: Forget bouncing coins, this woman could crack a walnut. Her ass is big and toned. Very meaty and clear muscle, looks far too good in any pants. Or lack of pants. Extra D6 damage to nearby lesbians.

Beau: Jester painted a poster of her in yoga pants, hung it outside the Cobalt Soul training rooms and enchanted it so it can't be removed "Not that anyone would want to, it's a masterpiece." and it really is, she is so toned and puts extra effort into her ass workout, checks herself out in every reflective surface and frequently asks outsider opinions.

Mollymauk Tealeaf: 12/10 the most beautiful ass in Wildemount. Bubble shape and rightfully got all his pants tailored "Juicy". We know he has the prettiest dick, and butt to match. Everyone blessed with that Platinum Dragon tapestry catching a breeze, or just having roomed with him, will agree. Perfectly rounded. Be sure to bounce a gold coin off him.

Kingsley Tealeaf: I think Kingsley would start off a little less bountifully blessed due to Lucien being such a salty little bitch that perfect round gem deflated a little out of spite.

Caleb: Boney and you're kind of worried that he'd be sore, he did exactly one push up and you'll have to have a lot of expensive paper to get one squat. Jester comforts him "Don't worry Caleb, it's a wizard thing." Thinks everyone's ridiculous and that his ass is perfectly fine, gets distracted by someone's while saying this.

Nott: A bit boney when she first became a goblin but ended up with the tightest buns of the Nein, such is the life of a rogue. You could bounce a well aimed button off her.

Veth: Fat ass. Jester was sure to mention this not-so little fact too, she is very plump and fills out her dresses generously. Got so many compliments from a joyful Tief that she asked Yeza what he thought and nearly made him faint.

Caliana: She has a small, soft butt that's very nicely round and will jiggle, she blushed so much when you mentioned she has "a cute butt" and couldn't look you in the eye but mumbled that yours is very nice too.

Reani: Another very pretty ass! She has golden freckles on her bum and you can't decide whether kissing them or playing connect the dots. She has a very nice bubble butt and is directly between firm and soft.

Essek: It's a wizard thing. He's not the same level as Caleb but a bit more on the flatter side, pointedly ignores this by having tight, tailored leather pants and hug his ass so shapingly you are distracted by it. He may be hidden under those cloaks but on any off chance taken, you will be engrossed.

Bryce: They have a very soft and plump rump, you can quote many a Nein on this. Bryce is a diligent guard working those glutes and ever running from the anxious feeling those...interesting people who dealt with gnolls are up to something. They deserve this payout.

Keg: Big. Thicc. Firm. Is it a dwarf thing or a Keg thing? Does it really matter?

Bonus:

Artagan: Has definitely mooned multiple people and whilst offended, they couldn't help but think he has the juiciest ass they were bare witness to. He told Jester of this once while she was talking about butts and she later added a very shapely little butt next to her shrine dick.

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Recovery

“Y/N, you goddamn idiot bastard,” you mumbled quietly to yourself. You had been drilling battle protocols into your mind for weeks now. Fighters up front, Casters surrounded, Veth in the back . . . Unless of course Veth gets caught scouting; then its Veth retreats back, Fighters take point, Casters stay back. Argh! What even IS a caster? Fjord’s tossing eldritch blast after blast, isn’t that casting? And what if Caduceus or Jester decide to hit something in melee range of themselves. Have THEY suddenly taken on the role of a Fighter?

You go to throw up your hands in exasperation, only to feel a searing pain in your right side. Right, still recovering. It’s not very often that you have actually wait to recover from a battle. Normally Jester would proclaim the Traveler's love for you, or Caduceus would come to say a prayer as a fungus accelerated the healing process. The one time you royally screw up, the baddies are hot on the trail of producing a kind of poison that dispels divine-based healing magics. Well, good for them! They seemed to have achieved whatever it was they were doing.

"Crazed anti-divine alchemists plotting to overthrow clerical institutions," saying the words out loud, you mentally kick yourself. Of course, it's literally in the job description. Alchemists that hate gods. But really, how were you supposed to know they were actually talented in their craft? Bringing the news back to the Bright Queen, even she admitted that their concoctions were impressive, albeit disturbing.

Deciding that there's no real reason you could have deduced how far along their research had come, you close your eyes and replay the events of the last mission.

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In the mountains, east of Rosohna, there were many ruins leftover from times of the betrayer gods. One of these was the Garden of the Ashen Skies; what once was a large castle keep was now just a few structures, seemingly covered in a thick layer of soot. It is unknown what purpose this keep served in the past, and for whom it was built. Now it lay scattered and broken, the ashes giving unique nutrients to all sorts of plant life, both magical and mundane.

"Caleb, we were all there when Essek gave us the rundown on where we were headed," Beauregard groaned through her double facepalm. Caleb looked up from his book with a vacant stare, adorned by a single raised eyebrow.

"Beauregard, YOU were the one who asked if we knew anything about this place," Caleb's face once again tilted down to peer at his notes.

"I MEANT do we know anything ELSE about this place other than what we were told by Essek. I just figured, you know, that it was like, IMPLIED. I do LISTEN you know," Beau was in full argument mode. You let out a stifled laugh and grin at Fjord, who was walking ahead with you, leading the group forward.

"Oh gods, they're going to be like this the whole way aren't they," you murmured to Fjord. He gave a slow nod with a soft smile, before saying,

"Ah yes, I forget sometimes that you've only been with us for a little while. They'll be over it within the hour I promise," he assured.

"Oh no, don't worry. I actually think it's quite charming," sneaking a peek back to see Beau's arms were up in the air now, Caleb's attention to his book unfaltering. "Sure there are arguments sprinkled with varying degrees of questionable morals, but other than that, I couldn't ask for a better family." you mimicked Fjord's warm smile.

"Well if you ask me, and I'm sure the others will agree, you're an excellent addition to the group. Your talents for smithing, rune-crafting, and most importantly-battle, have saved us more than a few times these past couple of weeks," his kind expression driving home the sentiment that, for the first time in a while, you genuinely feel wanted. The short string of compliments actually causes you to malfunction for a moment.

"I-uhh. Thank. Yeah cool, haha awesome," a verbal catastrophe followed by a literally stumble, your toe catching a nearby protrusion from the ground. As you hurtle towards the ground, you sum up your thoughts briefly, yet eloquently.

"Ah shit".

You're just about ready to become more acquainted with Xhorhasian soil when your momentum is cut short, and you are briefly clotheslined by your own scale-mail. Glancing back you see Fjord, shocked, and holding you up by the back of your armor.

"Whew! Thanks Fjord I-", you were cut short as you felt your weight shift back towards the ground. The last image you see before you faceplant is that of Fjord's shit-eating grin. Ohh motherfucker. As you lay face down in the trodden ground of the Xhorhasian marshes, the only sound you can focus on is that of Fjord's cackling.

"Oh gods Y/N, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself!" regaining your footing, you see now that he's doubled over, laughing himself silly. It's by now you realize that the rest of the Nein has joined the chorus of humorous cries.

"Fjord, you dick, that's not funny!" Jester said from behind Caleb and Beau. Although it was hard to agree with her since she was laughing too, and after all, it was pretty funny. Beau and Caleb had stopped their one-sided bickering, while Yasha and Veth could be seen both chuckling and shaking their heads respectively. As much as you wanted to be pissed, a wide smile crept across your face. After all, was this not how families treated each other?

"Here, how about I make it up to you?" Fjord reached out his hand to help you up.

"Haha I appreciate it-" WHUMP. You were back on your ass, and this time it was nearly impossible to tell anyone's laughs apart, including your own. You spot Caduceus joining the group, chuckling heavily and leaning on his staff for support, the humor of the situation catching up to him. After a more genuine apology and plenty more stifled giggles, Fjord finally took your hand and actually helped you up.

"You better believe I'll get you back for that," you say with a devious smirk.

"Oh, how will I sleep at night, knowing vengeance is ever creeping around the corner," he feigned a terrified expression, with his hands on the side of his face to complete the look.

"You better believe it's coming for you. Say, could you remind me how you feel about spiders? Oh, I could also have Jester message my dear friend Rose, you remember her right? The pale young woman with long black hair? If I do recall, she travels with a carnival as a contortionist," as you propose your plans to the half-orc, a more genuine unease spreads throughout his features.

"You wouldn't dare," he gasps. You boop him on the nose.

"Hey c'mon, chill out sea legs. I promise I'm just messing with you. . . or am I. . ." you let out an extremely exaggerated evil laugh.

The rest of the trip is carried through while the Mighty Nein shares stories of similar experiences to what you just went through. Of course, you're not without a few stories of your own. As the group trudges onwards, your spirits are lifted, and you feel it's possible that together, you all could take on any challenge.

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You sigh a long-winded sigh. That whole ordeal started out so wholesome. The second-hand embarrassment is almost too much when you hear a knock on the door.

"It's Jester and Cadeucus, can we come in?" you hear the melodious voice of your horned friend through the door. They open the door to let themselves in, the question being more of courtesy rather than a genuine request. They wore worried expressions on their faces, and it dawns on you they must feel rather powerless at the moment. Jester wore a dark brown satchel on her hip, covered in an assortment of straps and buckles. The cluttered sound of glass vials and bottles fills the silence as she sets it down on your bedside table.

"Yeza has been working on an antidote from the notes of the alchemists, with Veth's help of course." her smile makes you feel like you could recover almost instantaneously, but her eyes gave away the truth of the situation.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "it's going to take a couple of, um, servings... of it to get the poison out of your system." That didn't surprise you, in fact, it was better than you had hoped. You figured you would have to endure an entirely natural recovery period, but you were blessed with the help of a talented alchemist after all. The recovery wasn't what you were most worried about at the moment.

"You're worried about Fjord aren't you?" Caduceus abruptly observed. Right, you can't hide anything from Cad.

"Is it written all over my face or something?" you joke, trying to keep the mood lighthearted.

"Survivor's guilt is a potent force in this life, but with enough time I'm sure he'll forgive himself.". You dignify his wisdom with a groan. You'd think that since you were the one that was infirmed, you'd be feeling the worst out of everyone. You suppose it was naive, the Mighty Nein's empathy, sympathy, and compassion truly knows no limit.

"So where is Fjord right now?" you prod, since the conversation was already on the subject.

"He's up on the roof praying to the Wildmother. He's gone up there every day for the past week ever since. . . the thing happened. He usually meditates for a couple of hours." a conflicted look of pride on Caduceus's face. It's good that Fjord was showing some dedication to his diety... albeit for perhaps the wrong reasons. In your mind he in no way needs to atone, after all, it was you who got yourself into this mess.

A few moments of silence pass.

"Soo... how am I going to be administered this antidote exactly?" Caduceus and Jester's faces light up.

"We made you tea!" Jester happy exclaims, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands together. Seemingly out of thin air, Caduceus produces a piping hot cup of tea, and you are once again thankful that these two are overseeing your recovery.

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Having cleared out the first two chambers of the ruins, the party halts to let Veth scout ahead. The chamber you rest in has foliage coating the stone walls in the most beautiful and unique way. The leaves and stems of the plant life are a dull-ashen gray, while the petals and venation glow with the smolder of a burnt-out campfire. Contact with the flowers or ferns evokes the feeling of sticking your hand close to a blacksmith's forge, not enough to burn, but a unique sensation for sure when the source is vegetation.

"Do you think these plants are spicy?" Jester inquires to no one in particular, leaned in close to a charcoal-colored rose with fiery crimson petals.

"Well if not on the way in, I'm sure they do a lot of damage on the way out," Beau grins, "Yasha I dare you to eat one!". As Beau goes to pick the rose being inspected by Jester, a short plume of flame spurts from where the stem is severed.

"Yeah... how about we don't go eating the flaming death roses," Fjord proposes, his face palmed in his hand.

"I agree with Fjord on this one, although I wouldn't mind grabbing a few samples for Veth and Yeza to perhaps research. It could be useful in the future, should we encounter things like them," Caleb slowly procures a few specimens as he speaks. ---

(WIP Since I'm stuck and lacking inspiration ;-; )

#fjord x reader #fjord stone #cadeuces clay #jester lavorre #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #essek #caleb widogast #critical role #c2 #veth brenatto #yeza brenatto

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