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Do you write poly relationships with reader and two of the nien?

Absolutely! I’m poly myself so I’d love to do that! What are you looking for?

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A look at Fjord’s growth

@ajcutiecat I hope I did your request justice! 

For anyone who wants to read this, there ARE definitely spoilers from the newer/newest episodes to please read at your own risk!

This also touches on parent loss, grief and death a few times so CW/TW on that!!

To know where I’m coming from for this, here’s a bit of backstory you need. My father died a few years back, so when Fjord’s storyline kicks off with him missing Vandran, it was easy for me to feel for him.

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A look at Fjord’s growth

@ajcutiecat I hope I did your request justice! 

For anyone who wants to read this, there ARE definitely spoilers from the newer/newest episodes to please read at your own risk!

This also touches on parent loss, grief and death a few times so CW/TW on that!!

To know where I'm coming from for this, here's a bit of backstory you need. My father died a few years back, so when Fjord's storyline kicks off with him missing Vandran, it was easy for me to feel for him.

Losing your father/father figure (as not everyone is close with their bio-dad, but can have a father figure close to them!) is something that changes you in a way that you don't really think about and it can take a long time to acknowledge. You pick up things that they do or did to feel close to them again. Fjord takes his accent from Vandran and the people he grew up around, and was terrified to drop it in the fear that the Nein wouldn't look at him the same way.

And unfortunately Fjord let’s that control him for a long time. He’s much more reserved in expressing his love of his found family, choosing to always be there to save them instead. I don’t think it’s because he’s bad with words, we’ve seen Fjord plenty of times convince, fool people, genuinely get his point across. But he’s careful with his speech, and calculated. It’s funny because you’d think you’d be more willing to express yourself after losing someone close to you instead of the other way around. 

It takes until when he finally throws away his (assumed at that time) last connection to the sea where you see Fjord really attempting to let go and heal. If we take this to a more metaphorical and less literal space, Uk'otoa represents grief and I think a little bit of guilt as well. He is making the conscious effort to try and move on away from the ocean. Would he have stayed with Uk'otoa if he hadn't met Caduceus?

Honestly, probably. He didn't know any better and before that turning point, he was comfortably uncomfortable with the pact he had with Uk'otoa, red flags or not. Uk'otoa, like grief and guilt, drags you into dark spaces if you don't fight it. I don’t think Fjord was fighting for it Once Fjord drops his pact with Uk'otoa, he opens up, letting the Nein in to his head and heart a little more easily.

Fjord even acknowledges that while getting into the Soltryce academy was previously one of his goals, he's kind of happy to have not gotten the chance. Though really, after knowing Caleb's history with Trent, who would? At this point in the story, Fjord has evolved from the scared kid looking for Vandran, to a member of a family where his identity isn't tied to his past choices. He's tied to the future possibilities that are laid out before him. He's acknowledging the past, but he's not dwelling.

The growth isn't necessarily over, either. Healing is such a long and arduous process, I think that we're still in the curve for Fjord.

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Requests.....? OPEN

I’m looking for a little bit of inspiration and I’m open to requests! I don’t only write for Caleb I promise (even though that’s all I’ve been thinking about lately... oops!)

Lay them on me and throw ‘em at me.

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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 ♡

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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?”

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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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Hello... nice to see everyone again

I’m getting back into this. Life has been a little rougher than I’d like the last two months so I’ve been absent. But things are on the up and up and I’d like to get back into writing. I’ve started a personal blog and migrated this over to another account so it’s easier to me to interact with all you lovelies!!

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Reblog for the evening folks ♥

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Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for checking up on me ♥ It made my day!

Normally I wouldn’t split up requests like this, but to make sure that the blog stays active and I can write something else in the meantime (😏😉) I’m going to post this as part 1! 

– Essek notices a final falter in your resolve the day he decides to come for dinner at the Xhorhaus. He sees it, and hopes you don’t see through him, as he stares while continuing on whatever string of conversation he was in the middle of. He darts his eyes to and from you, trying to hide his concern. Your usual heartfelt and genuine demeanor was replaced with aloofness. The conversations continued but he couldn’t tell what your eyes were on without feeling like he’d expose himself to you.

For the record, they were on Caleb.

Whose eyes were on Jester.

Again. 

Again.

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Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for checking up on me ♥ It made my day!

Normally I wouldn’t split up requests like this, but to make sure that the blog stays active and I can write something else in the meantime (😏😉) I’m going to post this as part 1! 

-- Essek notices a final falter in your resolve the day he decides to come for dinner at the Xhorhaus. He sees it, and hopes you don't see through him, as he stares while continuing on whatever string of conversation he was in the middle of. He darts his eyes to and from you, trying to hide his concern. Your usual heartfelt and genuine demeanor was replaced with aloofness. The conversations continued but he couldn't tell what your eyes were on without feeling like he'd expose himself to you.

For the record, they were on Caleb.

Whose eyes were on Jester.

Again. 

Again.

You desperately tried not to notice. Desperately tried not to feel what Jester was feeling as you stared at her while she was talking. It was so hard to see the subtle shifts in Caleb's attention away from you and not let it hurt. You remember the first time he had shared something that he and Nott had found with her instead of you. It was a unique feel of betrayal that you weren't quite used to.

Your throat was dry when you wanted to ask about it, fingers playing with the fabric of your clothing a little too roughly as a distraction. After a few beats you quickly bee lined back to your room with a slam of your door to shake as the realization had just started to peek over the hills.

This was so much more difficult than it was just a few days ago, even though you had been watching it for weeks. Your fingers twitched as you sat with your feet in the hot tub, mimicking the body language of the others to not be found out. You would be though, it was inevitable. You had spent enough time with them for them to notice, right? They weren't even looking at you, but you knew they knew.  They had to know. Your body moved before you realized it was, excusing yourself quietly and escaping to the porch upstairs. 

You were hoping the fresh air would clear out your mind and silence the voices creeping back in, the ones you couldn't consistently silence despite practice. All it did however was bubble up sobs in your throat. The overwhelming realization that Caleb was indeed falling for Jester stung.

You had no idea how long you were out there in the cold. At some point you had collapsed against the wall between two of the doors and covered your face, tucking it into your knees.  You could hear voices start up and just as quickly stop - the door, you realized.

Essek was leaving. Good.

It was better that the night was over, you could go to bed and shut your eyes and stop the voices. Stop the out pour of emotions from Jester. Fucking, Jester! The pain in your heart pulsed again, causing you to shudder and pull your knees close to your chest.

"Well, I didn't take you to be one to hide."

What you could only describe as a splash of color washed over you, feelings unfamiliar. Peeking up from your knees you saw Essek, standing a few feet in front of you.

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oh gosh;;;

I’m sorry guys!

I started this blog and then immediately had some really bad migraines that kept me nearly bed ridden while I had to wait for them to pass. The one request I have should be done and posted soon and I’ll try to throw up some more drabbles too! ♥

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Morning reblog for people who aren’t awake at 1AM EST!

“Just another moment.”

Here’s a small Caleb x reader that I wrote over the last few days between working and everything else going on! I hope you enjoy it, please let me know!

And my ask box is open if you’re craving something specific!

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You’re not quite asleep when the rapping against your window starts.  Your eyes shoot open and a wave of anxiety hits your stomach. You see a small shadow sitting at the window, a tail slowly flicking back and forth. The edge of the fear fades as you come to realize who (what?) exactly this is. Hopping off of the bed you move to the window and open it, the orange and black striped cat jumping down and purring as it  twisted between your legs.

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Hiiiiiiiiii!!! I read your recent caleb x reader story and its really beautiful tbh... May I ask if you also write essek and the rest of the mighty nien?

I will ABSOLUTELY write Essek and the rest of the Mighty Nein. We LOVE Essek in this house. Does this mean you have a....

request? 😏😉

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“Just another moment.”

Here’s a small Caleb x reader that I wrote over the last few days between working and everything else going on! I hope you enjoy it, please let me know!

And my ask box is open if you’re craving something specific!

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You're not quite asleep when the rapping against your window starts.  Your eyes shoot open and a wave of anxiety hits your stomach. You see a small shadow sitting at the window, a tail slowly flicking back and forth. The edge of the fear fades as you come to realize who (what?) exactly this is. Hopping off of the bed you move to the window and open it, the orange and black striped cat jumping down and purring as it  twisted between your legs.

"Hello sweet boy." You crouch to stroke your fingers through the cats fur before picking him up and placing him on your bed. The cat moved freely, quite like he owned the place and it made a smile break out on your tired face. He was somewhere in the city. You knew that he sent his cat to see you, to show he was still alive and he was here, even if for a short time.

Frumpkin meowed to get your attention, tiny paws slowly making biscuits into your blanket. After closing the window, it takes you a moment to settle back in your bed and calm down. The purring and familiar comfort of Frumpkin is enough to put you to rest after a few moment, arm curled around him.

When the sun breaks through your window in the morning, you find the cat still spread out on the bed next to you.  He's still here, you think, rolling over in an attempt to leave your bed. That's much more difficult now with the 6 people curled up on the floor and the one sitting in the chair, you assume keeping watch. You recognize this figure as Jester, a beautiful blue Tiefling.

"You're awake!" Her voice is almost too loud for a whisper and she clamors over to you on the bed. "Caleb said that you were still living here and that we would be safe to stay here. It was SO late we got here we didn't want to wake you... How are you, are you okay?" You shake your head.

"I'm- I'm fine. Surprised if... anything... are you guys okay?" Her hands had clasped yours. You could see the fresh healed wounds from a battle, still a light twinge of bruising.  You could tell Jester was holding back, but it seemed she didn't want to worry you more than you already were. Her head nodded quickly and you squeezed each others hands in response. Not wanting to pry, you stood up. "I'll make breakfast."

"Pancakes pleeeeeeeeease!" You couldn't help but stifle a laugh, letting go of her hands before tip toeing and maneuvering your way through the puzzle of bodies with Frumpkin padding along behind you. Before crossing the threshold of your bedroom, you looked back at Jester. Your hands pantomimed the process for the silver string before pointing at it, you were sure that Caleb would wake up if it was here and he (along with the others) needed the rest. Jester shook her head no and gave a reassuring thumbs up.

With that, you moved across your small home and moved towards the kitchen. You wondered when he'd wake up, when the others were. What had happened to lead them here versus anywhere else. You moved with a practiced rhythm, knowing both your kitchen and a delightful pancake recipe that you knew Jester was a fan of. Your mind continued to wander with growing concern in your stomach. Frumpkin seemed to notice and jumped onto your shoulders. Tricky little fey cat.

You weren't quite aware of how much time had passed (accounting for 15 pancakes being made didn't really give you a good sense of time) before a voice brought you out of your concentration. 

"Those look good." You couldn't hide the smile from breaking out on your face. Soft. Zemnian. You didn't turn to look at him as he approached you, a hand gently touching your shoulder. A reaffirmation that no, he wasn't dreaming and yes, you were still really here in front of him.  After a moment both of Caleb's arms slipped around your waist and he embraced you from behind. "I am, mm, not surprised that Jester convinced you to make pancakes." 

Frumpkin displaced himself from your shoulders, or maybe it was really Caleb's doing, but Caleb used the now free space on your shoulders to bury his face there.

"I don't know if it was convincing more so than just a singular suggestion..." Your head tilted into his. You knew that the moment would only last so long before someone else woke and interrupted. You continued to flip pancakes and listened to him breathing. "Do you want something other than pancakes?"

"Nein, pancakes are fine, mein Herz," he squeezed you closer to him, placing a hesitant kiss against the crook of your neck. If Caleb could stay in this moment forever, he would. Knowing that he didn't know if once the Mighty Nein left here, he'd be able to return, scared him.  For now though, the memory of this moment right here would do. The way your skin felt under his fingers, how you smelled of flowers and... vaguely fresh dirt. Even if you were only an anchor point his friends, a free place to sleep and heal and eat, you would always be so much more than that to him. His home during a time when he didn't have much else. 

Your hand reached to where his were crossed, holding onto you like you were ethereal and would slip right through the floor, twisting your fingers between his. 

"Go wake the others, breakfast is done."

"Just another moment," came the quiet plea that you couldn't ignore.

“Just another moment.”

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I just wanted to say I’m really excited to see a new CR writer bc I’m just getting into it (I’m starting with campaign 2) and I’m so in love with Caleb it’s not even funny jejsjsjwk i loved your first writing too!!!

Thank you so much and welcome to the critter crew!! We’re happy to have you!! I’m working on an actual blurb of Caleb x Reader now so be on the lookout for that 😉

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Hello! You can call me Zephi. I'm enamoured with CR and at this time I'm only familiar with Campaign 2, but as soon as I catch up (just finished 96//), I will be starting Campaign 1!

If I inspire you, I'd love to know! If you have any requests or specific situations you want written out, please let me know!

Here's some headcanons I have about Caleb (my current sweet babe) and a significant other!

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Caleb is a lover of substance. He's less about what you look like, what is or isn't between your legs, and more about what you have passion for, your likes and dislikes. It doesn't necessarily have to be something he's passionate about, but if you have passion in your eyes when you speak, he's captivated. He's quiet when you speak though, out of respect and perhaps from a little unfortunate conditioning, and when you're done he returns in fervor.

His PDA isn't much, but if you're sitting with him in a tavern or library, you find his fingers play delicately on yours. If you're across from him, his foot reaches forward gently and taps the side of yours, not to take your attention away from whatever it is you're doing or if you're speaking to someone else, just to simply say, "I'm here."  It becomes part of your nature to reciprocate or initiate if he's not quick enough to the draw.

If you are an adventurer and partied with him, Nott and the rest of the Nein, it's an unspoken (sans Nott and her crude remarks that she tends to make) union between you two. You take rooms with him and Nott and you always seem to find yourself closer to them in the hut. He worries for you like he worries for Nott, wanting to make sure that you are healthy and your aspirations are taken care of above his.

If you are not(t) an adventurer and he has to leave you behind after a connection is forged, he doesn't show it on his face. He quietly tells you they (but most importantly he) will return when they can and do your best not to worry. He pushes a note of promise into your palm each time he leaves.

I will always be back for you