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Cuddling and Kissing Laudna HCs

For @reetriestbr, so sorry for the wait and thank you for your patience!

Laudna x GN Reader, fluff, spoiler free

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-It's taken her some time to readjust to cuddling and being physically intimate with another person now that she's a bit… different now

-So be patient with her while she figures out what's comfortable and what works

-I think she would like being the little spoon

-She's a bit,,,, cold

-So having someone's arms wrapped around her is nice and cozy

-Okay so a personal headcanon of mine is that she knits/crochets

-So I think she would make a special blanket specifically for cuddle times

-It's super warm and very soft

-(And dyed black so that the ichor that sometimes drips from her hands doesn't stain it)

-As for kissing, I think she's a simple gal

-Pecks on the lips or cheeks, lingering now and then when she's feeling extra affectionate

-Anything more and her brain gets a little cloudy, so those are reserved for a time and place where she doesn't need to be alert and aware

-Her way of initiating is to sit there and tap her cheek or lips where she wants you to kiss her

-And she ain't moving until you comply

-"Oh, lover! Forgetting something?"

-Always pulls away with a smile and a giggle

-Not afraid of PDA, and if someone has a problem well then they should just look away

-But if YOU don't like PDA she'll find lots of excuses to pull you into privacy just for a quick kiss or two

-In conclusion give her a snuggle and a smooch and she's all yours ❤️

[mollycad]

I'm thrilled that you've opened up requests for campaign 3!

May I ask for something with Dorian crushing on FCG and Ashton's friend who tags along with the party? Like, they are the complete opposite to him - dusty clothing, steampunky vibes, has shady contacts etc. I just love the opposites attach trope!!

Hope this one turned out to your liking! 😘

It’s getting late, sun’s long since set and with the rumours of trouble in the Core Spire, you know one thing, Ashton and Fresh Cut Grass are involved and you want to know; what the fuck is up with that. Okay, maybe your latest mechanical experiment failed in a decent burst of flame again and you’ll have to wait until morning to retrieve new supplies. Okay okay, you’re worried and want to make sure everything is alright and don’t want to call in any favours owed to have someone check in on your friends. You’re not a newbie. Those favours are worth a lot more. Besides, your latest experiment really did fail and you’ve grown rather bored so you do what you do best; follow the breadcrumbs Ashton is prone to leaving in their wake whenever not bothering to actually cover up. Good thing an earth genasi with a broken skull and glowing brain, and an automaton with a tendency to make friends are not the most inconspicuous of people. Your trail leads you to the Spire by Fire.

The door of the inn slams open, some heads turning to see what the commotion is all about, but quickly return to their business, unbothered by the new entrance. Dorian however does not easily brush it off. Especially not when the eyes of this rather raggedy individual fall upon him and his group. He’s bound to be somewhat suspicious. Scuffed boots, seemingly a size to big for you are laced as tight as they can go to stick to your feet, clad in an overall, top tied around your waist, kept in place by a couple of belts, one of which holsters a nice looking long knife to your leg, another has a wrench tucked in it. Goggles are raised as if they’d been pulled up holding your hair back and away, and all of you is just covered in a layer grime and dirt, though your skin is somewhat clean, having at least had the mind to tidy up a little, but perhaps maybe more for the reason as to not get chemical burns of some kind, if your overall is something to go by. The holes in it leave him to believe that tying the top around your waist might not be a fashion statement. With a smirk you find your way to the group.

“So I heard a rumour you lot beat up some freaky furniture. What the fuck, Ashton? Why wasn’t I invited? I’ve been itching for a good scuffle.” Ashton laughs as you punch their shoulder. A few of the group ease up just a little, knowing that this newcomer is no threat as of current.

“Fuck you too.” Ashton punches you right back. Without an invitation, you pull up a chair, joining in, getting the full story and of course, with the prospects of good pay, you take up Bertrand on his offer to tag along, the more the merrier.

With this new ally, Dorian finds himself curious about you, what you do, and your aspirations, and more. Getting a read on you has been difficult for him because every time you answer one of his questions, he’s either left flabbergasted, or with even more questions to follow up. You offered him ‘question for a question’ but Dorian had been a little apprehensive when stated these answers needed to be truthful. Instead, for your answers to his questions he’d just owe you a favour. He accepted without a second thought, if only to get some answers about your life. You’re a mechanic with a ‘passive income’ whatever the hell that means, who has loads of friends and likes to experiment on things both of magical and mechanical nature in their free time. You’re buddies with Ashton and FCG because you helped the poor suckers out of a lot of trouble once but refuse to specify what or how. You like strolls through the jungle, drinks and appreciate the fine arts.

The more time you spent together, the closer you’d gotten, finding a quick friendship, once again proving you being a lovable person. At the end of the day he feels like he can trust you, confide in you and not be judged for anything, despite only knowing you for a few days. Especially after what happened to Bertrand, when he kept blaming himself for letting the old man wander off on his own, you were there for him, and while your tone might have been serious, telling him you’ll beat the self loathing out of him if he kept this up certainly was a good wakeup call. Even after, more often than not, you’d be the last two awake and about, sharing drinks while the others already headed off, and when it got late, returned to one of your rooms to continue your conversations with another bottle, as the tavern closed.

It’s in those little moments he grew a true appreciation for everything you did-do for him, more than an appreciation. He may also be a little more than attached to the ragtag mechanic you are than he ever thought he’d be. Nothing too serious. He wouldn’t be profession his love like the stories of the ballads he sings sometimes. Just a little crush. And he’d hate to admit it but it’s been getting out of control, for his standards that is. He’s become a little more affectionate, and a little less reclusive. Gods, even Fearne had taken on to teasing him about it, threatening to call for you whenever they disagreed on something knowing you’d have the faun’s back when it came to a little thieving here and there. The worst part is, that Fearne would be entirely right. It’d take you one smile; one smile, and he’d let the matter go entirely.

This whole crush of his became more and more obvious and you began catching on too. Or at the bare minimum had some idea Dorian had gotten a little more attached to you rather than the others. Apparently you loved the little responses you got from him whenever you wrapped an arm around him while seated next to each other or held his hand while walking, sending him a wink every so often, and gods, when you blew him a kiss… He might as well have been a school boy not knowing what to do with himself at the faintest hint of affection. It was embarrassing. He’s so caught up in his own thoughts he does not notice you slamming down a platter of drinks on the table, as you pass out the tankards.

“Are you there? Hello? Exandria to Dorian?” You say but it seems the air genasi does not hear you, and that stain on the table seems much more interesting than his surroundings so you decide to play a little practical joke. You kneel down, leaning your arm on his shoulder as you lean in right next to his ear and whisper.

“Apologies. Would His Royal Highness prefer to be served? Or can he retrieve his own drink from the table?” The smile in your voice is audible and the moment you speak you can feel Dorian’s muscles tense, snapping him out of his stupor. You dance your fingers across his cheek as you feel the heat rise to it. With your other hand you grab the drink meant for him as he formulates and answer but instead just stumbles, opening and closing his mouth.

“Ooh, caught the bard short for words. Lucky me.” You grin and kiss his cheek, that warmth beneath your lips does feel quite satisfying you’ll admit and Dorian just takes a huge gulp of his drink, not caring what it is or how drunk it might get him. Sadly by the taste of it, it won’t do him much good. You take your seat next to him and join the conversation with the others, while it takes him a solid minute to recover from what just happened. Not your kiss necessarily, you’ve kissed his cheek before. No, just the fact that your lips lingered a little longer than usual and while you were so close, he could swear he felt heat radiating from your own cheeks, a tiny flush visible right when you pulled back.

“Hey! We’re heading back to the Crook House. Should we be expecting you or will you stick it out here with the airhead?” Ashton asks you after losing yet another game of cards.

“That’s really nice of you to ask, Ashton.” Letters doesn’t catch onto the underlying meaning to the earth genasi’s words. Not immediately anyway. Not until you flip them off and tell him where to shove it before Dorian can come up with some half assed defence.

“I think I’ll stick around a little longer, if that’s alright with you?” The question is aimed at Dorian who can’t refuse being granted more of your time and company. Taking the clue Ashton begins to drag Fresh Cut out but before they’re out of the door you shout behind you, leaning on the back legs of your chair.

“And Ashton,” The genasi turns. “Stay the fuck out of my workshop or I will make you pay.” You warn and now it’s their turn to flip you off.

“No promises!” Before you can argue, they’re out of the door and you’re left alone with Dorian, letting out a curt laugh as you slam back the remainder of your drink in one go. Dorian follows suit, albeit a little more awkwardly. It does not help you caught on and raise your eyebrow at him. He tries to avoid your stare insinuating nothing is up but fails miserably under your gaze.

“If you wanted me to leave you could have just said so.” You offer, a hint of insecurity rooting within you at the question that perhaps he only said so out of friendliness despite wanting to hit the hay himself.

“No!” Dorian defends quickly but continues more calmly. “No. I really do appreciate your company. It’s just that, they’re your friends…” His fingers trace the rim of his cup as he stares into it so you place a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention to you.

“And you’re not my friend too?” You ask with a half smile. He’s really downplaying the fact you’re as attached to him as he is to you.

“If I’m honest, I don’t know what I am supposed to be to you.” Dorian laughs, but the laugh is more so to cover up whatever he’s really feeling. It’s the thing he does when he’s hiding something and you know it all too well, so when he looks at his empty cup again, you grab his chin, and make him look you in the eye, demanding proper communication and not giving him an opportunity to hide behind words or change the subject.

“Well, then what do you want to be?” As he thinks about his answer you watch his cheeks flush gently once more. He bites his tongue in the hope of stopping it, knowing your close proximity would definitely give you a front row seat to what you do to him. Your index finger taps against the underside of his chin, deeming he’s taking too long to formulate an answer, and reminding him you’re still there, but how could he forget in the first place?

“We’re friends of course.” With that he pulls free from your grasp, and you can’t help but feel there’s so much more to that sentence. It’s not a lie, that much you’re aware. Dorian beckons over another round and your cups are filled once more. With the server away, you stop him from taking a sip of his drink, holding onto his arm tightly.

“Hey, don’t you fucking dare keep the truth from me. Speak your mind.” Ever impatient this is exactly what Dorian had hoped to avoid; confrontation. It’s not really his thing. Why did you have to be… well… you? Still he can’t find it within himself to refuse you anything. It certainly isn’t the watered down drinks of the night. He’s not even close to tipsy and neither are you.

“We are friends.” You give him a disapproving look cutting through the bullshit. “We are!”

“Then what is it?”

“I just… It’s stupid. It’s nothing. Irrelevant really.”

“For fuck’s sake, spit it out!”

“Okay, okay. Yes we are friends. I just happen to like you a little more than just friends. There. There you go. You’re welcome.” Dorian awkwardly tries to cover and gets to his feet. “Now I’ve successfully made a fool of myself, I’ll be heading to bed. Goodnight!” You rise you your feet, pulling his arm to stop him and give him a look as if you’re about to scold him. Dorian is about to make a comment but that quickly falls silent when you lean in and quickly peck his lips. Processing what happened he sees your lips turned up and an eyebrow raised. You’re all but crossing your arms and tapping your foot sarcastically.

“Has it ever crossed your thoughts that maybe if you’re not too caught up in your own mind to just fucking ask, the feeling might just have been mutual? Or is that theory of mine a little too farfetched for your liking?” You say smugly.

“Oh shut up.” Dorian is mentally hitting himself for being stupid. He really should just have asked your opinion instead of just wondering wether or not you might feel the same.

“How about you make me, airhead.” You lean in face to face, pushing the genasi to take up your challenge. He does, a hand finding its way to your waist as another settles on your cheek.

“May I kiss you?” Dorian awaits your response.

“Fucking finally.” You sigh impatiently rolling your eyes but before you can say anything else, Dorian’s lips find yours and whatever thought previously on your mind disappears. You got more satisfying things on your mind now than some kind of comeback or comment. The most satisfying of all are the thoughts the genasi with his lips locked to yours. A grumbling tavern keep makes you pull apart and laugh, though Dorian responds a little more awkwardly to being called on your very very public display of affection so you take the lead, and take the hint, pulling the flustered man up the stairs and to his room to further explore this new development in your affections.

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Veth: Okay, that’s enough! No more talking about Caleb!

Y/N: But you told me to get it out of my system!

Veth: I had no idea how much you had in your system!

[mollycad]

Omg may I please request a kiss under the mistletoe with hot boi Dorian?

Mistletoe Kiss with Dorian

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Dorian Storm

Type of Request: Headcanons, 🎄

Word Count: 445

Note(s): This some good shit right here. Love you for this anon.

Festive Prompts

Dorian

It’s definitely accidental. Fearne is putting it up because Imogen mentioned “having” to kiss under it as a tradition. So the faun thought it held some fey magic to make people kiss and she wanted to see it.

Ashton is telling Dorian that this would be a good chance to kiss a certain someone, causing the air genasi to get all kinds of flustered. They then hear your voice pipe up, greeting them from inside the room that they’re making their way to.

You come over to greet them, Ashton’s eyes drifting up to the top of the doorframe. They quickly push Dorian forward, causing the air genasi to accidentally bump into you, his arms quickly coming up to catch you.

“I am so sorry,” Dorian is apologizing to you but stops as there are “oohs” and “ahhs” around. He looks behind you to see the girls giggling while Orym is giving him a knowing smile. He then looks back to Ashton, who is pointing up. Dorian follows the gaze and his eyes see the mistletoe that is hanging above the two of you.

“W- We don’t have to kiss or anything...” Dorian quickly says as he looks to you, his hands still holding you to keep you steady despite you both standing just fine. You smile at him.

“But the fey magic, Dorian.” The air genasi would roll his eyes in other circumstances but this time he just blushes before taking a deep breath. He leans in to give you a kiss, stopping halfway as he doesn’t want to push it.

That’s when you connect with him. His face is a nice purple now and there’s cheers from the others. Dorian suddenly understood the sparks that all the cheesy romance novels he lied about not liking mentioned. 

The two of you pulled away and Dorian realized all the eyes on the two of you. He stepped back from you, almost bumping into Ashton, as his eyes avoided yours. “Uh, m- maybe we should... uh-”

“We could use some more drinks, if you two don’t mind going down to get some?” Orym had piped up to give you two some time together. Dorian gave the halfling a thankful smile as he took that and ran with it.

“Sure thing! Let’s go!” He went to grab your hand, stopping and looking to you for permission. You easily slipped your hand in his and he led you downstairs to the main tavern area. Except instead of getting drinks, you two decided to step outside instead. There might not have been mistletoe, but that didn’t stop the two of you from stealing more sweet kisses from the other.

[mollycad]

Soft Dorian HCs

@kleafs221 I hope these are fluffy enough, I'm a sucker for the pre relationship pining stage (and thank you for requesting 😊)

Dorian Storm x GN Reader, fluff, spoiler free

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-I feel like with Dorian there would be a lot of skirting around your feelings for each other

-It’s painfully obvious to everyone around you that you’re both interested in each other, but you just deny deny deny

-He can be really charming and suave when he’s not trying to! But as soon as the conscious effort is there he starts to get flustered

-Basically, you just gotta be patient with him and let things fall into place naturally

-I think all the most soft and meaningful moments pre-getting together happen in the quiet in-between of everything

-Late at night when everyone else is asleep and you have to be quiet so you just make easy conversation in hushed voices

-Early in the morning when you’re the first two out the door and he’s tuning his lute while you wait on the rest of the party

-A hand on your shoulder after a battle, his facial expression silently asking if you’re okay

-And then one night when you’re alone and just talking about anything that comes to mind he quietly lets slip that he thinks you’re just wonderful

-You can tell by the change in his body language a few moments late that he hadn’t meant to let that thought out so as an attempt to lessen his embarrassment you return the gesture and compliment him back

-For a while you just are looking at each other

-You swear his eyes flicker down every now and then to your lips, but neither of you moves

-You just kind of take each other in

-When the calls of your friends looking for you breaks through whatever little bubble you were in together he takes a deep breath and suggests you find your way back before they start to get worried

-But he does so while offering you his arm to take hold of

-And with your permission he walks you up to your room when you announce that you’re ready to tuck in for the evening

[mollycad]

Kinda wanna try my hand at doing some cr2 (I'm only up to episode 55) and cr3 (all caught up) headcanons... if anyone has any requests feel free to send them my way 👉👈

[mollycad]

Dinner and Bedrest (Tease pt4. Finale)

Whatever pranks Jester had planned when she was sent to retrieve you and Caleb for dinner are discarded when she sees you and him, tangled together, lips locked, on the couch in the living room, unaware of prying eyes. She’d been quiet and the blessing of her patron might just have favoured her for that very reason but no longer in the mood for those pranks she takes a few steps back, and makes sure her footsteps can be heard. Not too obviously so, that it sounds fake, she’s had plenty of practice in the past, but loud enough to know you’d hear. 

When you hear footfalls close in you pull away from Caleb. He gives you a questioning look and you just put your fingers to your lips as you put a little distance between you and him, making it look like you’ve only just finished up what you were working on when the little blue tiefling steps into the living room entrance, smiling brightly. You rise to your feet with a smile. 

“Hello, Jester. We were just finishing up. I assume Cad send you? Did you finish your painting?” You try to take away from the fact that you had little time to recover and make yourselves look somewhat presentable. You take careful mind you’re in the way of direct view of Caleb. With his hair disheveled, shirt crumpled, a feverish dusting of pink to his cheeks, lips more plump than usual and uneven breathing, he won’t pass as easily as you. Not to say that you’re not in equal state, you’re just a lot better at hiding it in the moment, controlling your breath, and no blush to be found. As for the state of your hair, could be brushed off as simply having laid down on the couch. 

“Everything is just great. Dinner’s ready.” There’s a hint of mischief in her eyes, and her smile breaks into something less innocent that has you worried but the tiefling skips off before you can say anything else. Satisfied she’s out of earshot you release the breath you were holding, and match Caleb’s breathing as you let yourself fall back down on the couch. 

“That was close.” Caleb breathes as he pulls you into his embrace, placing his chin onto your head as you wrap your arms around his middle. A little too close for comfort if you’re honest. 

“You don’t think she saw, right?” When Caleb doesn’t answer, you know he’s about as sure about that as you are. You saw Jester’s look. The devious little thing has more cards up her sleeve than she lets on and you don’t feel entirely confident in your secret remaining secret after today anymore. Still the both of hold onto the hopes she hasn’t seen anything. Reluctantly you both find your way to the dining room. The others have already taken their seats, though not the usual ones. Two seats right net to each other, the others having spaced themselves out more than usual leave just barely enough space for the two of you to sit next to each other. When you sit down, as to not be elbowed in the face by Beauregard you’re forced to scoot even closer to Caleb. The two of you share a worried look as you pass around dishes and fill your respective plates letting the dinner commence. 

As per usual conversation carries discussing all sorts of things, jokes being told, stories too, retelling the epic events of your latest adventures, even the one of earlier this day. The story including sound effects from Veth, Jester tells has everyone laughing at the grand tale of your heroism. Though, you have to admit, she lays it on think when describing how Caleb ‘sacrificed himself to save you from the evil monster by incinerating it’ as well as the description of you being a valiant saviour when it came to saving Caleb in return and healing him when you did. Seriously, the description of you being some angel sent from the upper planes to pull Caleb back from the brink of death is very much exaggerated, even for Jester. You can feel Caleb bounce his knee to get rid of the jitters while he thinks into the underlying meaning of Jester’s retelling of earlier events. Under the table you place your hand on his knee, his hand covers yours in an instant and holds on with a tight grip. 

Caleb is not afraid of your relationship coming to light, even if he’d prefer to keep it on the down low for now, as per agreed with you, he also knows what Jester is capable of and knows she’ll drag this out. She’s torturing the two of you as revealed by her ability to convince Beauregard to have flanked the seats next to you and him, making an effort to make the space between himself and the corner of the table and you and her as small as possible. he knows the monk woulda have confronted him outright without any patience if Jester would have told her so he feels safe to assume that if Jester saw anything between you and him earlier, she’s still the only one aware. He’s afraid how long she’ll drag this out and if her plan is to get you two to admit or if she’ll be the one to share your little secret. 

Dinner continues and is about to come to an end, a lovely baked desert provided by Caduceus has people go in for seconds and thirds in Jester’s and Veth’s cases who’ve scarfed down their portions while you’re still finishing your first serving. Last bite taken the tiefling pushes her plate forward, leaning her elbow on the table and her head on her laced fingers as she stares at the two of you. You can feel her eyes on you as you eat and feel as if you’ve lost your appetite, still you continue to eat and drink what’s been served, thanking Caduceus for a lovely meal. 

“So, was it better or worse than the snack you had earlier?” Jester asks you with a devilish smile. It has you choke on the wine you just took a sip from and you’re coughing. Out of habit Caleb’s hand shoots to your back, comforting you until the coughs subside and you nudge your knee agains his assuring him you’re alright. Before you can answer, or Caleb can change the subject Fjord jumps in.

“What are you talking about Jester?” The half-orc catches onto the suggestive meaning of the tiefling and gives her a suspicious look. Perhaps not the most perceptive Fjord catches on to Caduceus gently sipping his tea, unbothered by the whole situation. He’s learned well enough that usually means the firbolg knows something others don’t, though asking him will not do any good. He won’t get answers from him. 

“Oh, nothing much. I was just getting everyone for dinner when I saw them together.” Jester wiggles her eyebrows making the implication obvious. “So I was just curious.”

“No way.” Beau laughs. Sliding back her chair and turning quarter way to face both you and Caleb and gauge your responses. The plus side, you finally have room to move. The downside, Beau one-hundred percent notices Caleb’s hand on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles after you nearly choked. Even though Caleb pulls his hand away, the damage is already done. 

“Yeah. He totally has his tongue down their throat and their hands were all over each other.” Jester exclaims as she goes into detail. While the rest of the table is both disgusted and slightly intrigued at this in-detail post dinner description exactly how you were touching Caleb and he you and what you said before your snog, romanticising every second of it, Caleb jut wants the earth to swallow him whole and get him out of here. You share the sentiment as before you know it the conversation carries on about pieces falling into place about your past interactions they’d brushed off as nothing, but more so about what your future will look like, how many cats you’ll inevitably adopt, and outright planning you and Caleb’s wedding. Though the latter is mostly Veth and Jester. 

“So have you exchanged ‘I love you’s yet? I remember the first time Yezza and I said it. It was so romantic. Come on, Caleb tell us.” Veth tries to encourage but Caleb just looks at you to save him while Fjord is roasting you for all the comments made in the past, turning your own on you tenfold now the object of your affection is sitting right next to you. The half-orc is relentless and out for revenge and he’s succeeding. 

“Come on, Veth. You really think he’ll share? Caleb is the master of under-sharing. He could have gotten married and we’d never find out for all we know.” Beau exclaims, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat keeping close eye contact with Caleb as if to dare him to tell her otherwise, trying to push him into sharing more than he wants to. Caleb knows what she’s doing so he’ll respond in kind. 

“Yes, Beauregard. We’ve been happily married for months now. It was a lovely ceremony in Nicodranas when we had the day off.” Caleb speaks with such conviction that if you hadn’t been aware of the fact that this is a lie, you might have bought it yourself. You play along no less. When no one manages to get any hint of deception from the both of you the table erupts in an argument, wether you’re lying or not, who would have officiated, how dare they not have been invited, speculating about what your love life must be since you were able to hide this, and on and on. Everyone, except for Caduceus who just watches with an amused smile, eating his desert and drinking his tea. Every so often he’ll glance at you and Caleb with a lazy grin showing you he’s aware you are in fact not secretly married. 

Caleb tenses up as the argument continues only offering what little answers he can. He leans his elbow on the table with a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead in discomfort. You lace your hand through his free one, expecting a squeeze but he only weakly taps his fingers against yours. Gently you turn him by his shoulder to face you. The short and forced smile is overshadowed by a pained frown. 

“Are you alright?” You ask, the attention of the table falling to you and the argument quieting down a little if only for the sake of seeing you be more affectionate than a concerned healer with their patient. 

“I think noise and pressure of this conversation proves a little too much for Mr. Caleb to handle in his state. Perhaps some rest will do him good?” Caduceus suggests when Caleb offers him a small smile in thanks. 

“Come on. I’ll help you upstairs. Don’t need you to break your skull on the stairs from a dizzy spell.” You rise to your feet, helping Caleb to his by offering support to lean on as he shuts his eyes, same as earlier whenever quick movement has him see dark spots. 

“This conversation isn’t over yet. A concussion is not getting you out of it!” Beauregard demands.

“It is for now. I won’t have your curiosities about our relationship and sex life slow Caleb’s recovery and that’s final.” You speak with an authority only a tried and tested healer has that even Beau cannot deny. She complains and grumbles plenty but won’t actively try and stop you from leaving, not willing to find out what will happen if she stands between you and your patient. Arm around Caleb he leans on you, a little more than necessary but you didn’t mind before and you don’t now. 

“Make sure to get plenty of rest Caleb.” Jester says all too innocently.

“I’m sure he’ll get all the care he needs.” Fjord retorts. 

“I think that concussion will need a few extra days to heal.” Yasha comments and all eyes fall on her when you look over your shoulder. She doesn’t look at you but you know the words are as much meant for you as a suggestion as they are a tease to match those of the others. 

“You know what, Yasha? I think you might be right.” Leaving the others to process and the fear they might not get to tease and/or interrogate you and Caleb even more for possibly days hits them as you might just actually take that time to spend it away from the others in retaliation for their behaviour of the night but then the whoops and hollers and comments are shouted after.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Veth calls after over the others and the middle finger you offer her is enough to send the others into a laughing fit. Out of sight Caleb leans on you much less and walks up the stairs with no problems. He pulls you in front of him, arms wrapped around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. No longer sporting a frown of discomfort you find it’s instead replaced by a satisfied smug half grin. It hits you what he’s done.

“You devious little-“ You chuckle but are cut short by Caleb’s lips finding yours in a lazy kiss. You’re definitely not complaining. 

“I prefer clever.” Caleb counters pecking your nose. 

“Of course you. Lucky for you, that stunt of yours deserves all the praise you can get. And maybe some extra?” You trail kisses along the underside of his jaw. 

“What do you have in mind?” He asks as you untangle yourself from Caleb pulling him along to his room. 

“Plenty you’ll find out.” And with that you close the door behind him intending fully well to make good on your promises. The cat might be out of the bag and the Nein teasing Caleb for his infatuation with you and not making a move might have come to an end but now everyone is aware you’re together, you know they’ll make it their task to tease you two every opportunity they get. Now you can bite back together and as a united force, you’ll be relentless. Together you’ll stand and push back just as hard and you’ve just opened up a whole new vault to use in your favour. Let’s see how long they’ll last if you deliberately become ‘that couple’. Make them squirm for a bit? Sounds like fair trade to repay their teasing. Even Caleb might be inclined to agree. 

[mollycad]

Healer’s Orders (Tease pt3.)

Finally back within the comforts of the Xhorhaus the Mighty Nein is left to their own devices. Caduceus has been working on dinner and while, starving for a good and proper meal everyone is content to refrain and wait patiently until the meal is served, though Jester might have snuck some pastries into her room just because. Caleb is sprawled out onto the couch, against the pillows, cat in his lap, book in his hand, and brow furrowed in discomfort as he tries to read. The letters while appearing clear might as well have been blurry as his brain struggles to process them. The headache you’d warned him about is already onset but since you were going to take an extensive bath to get rid of the grime and dirt from the fight he’d have to amuse himself and avoiding interaction with the others as much as possible lest they’ll keep hounding him to slip up and come clean about his involvement with you is on the top of his priority list. 

Beauregard had tried to get him to talk over and over while you were gone and Caleb begun to regret not taking you up on your offer to join you for the bath. He’d refrained only to avoid leaving more obvious markers and having to sit through dinner with the others prying at your relationship while he was still partially suffering from a concussion. Luckily for him, while the headache he’s experiencing is very real, it’s also relatively mild and the haziness from his mind is lifting by the minute. He might not be a healer but he’s clever enough to know he’ll be fine before the night is over. That doesn’t mean he’ll be above pretending it’s still bad and milking the situation to keep the others off his back because he does appreciate Caduceus’ taking mercy upon him when the gentle giant sent Beau off to run some errands for him. He’s not entirely sure Caduceus buys what he’s selling but he appreciates the gesture no less. Anything for a moment of peace. 

Then you come back down, grime and gore washed away, dirty clothes replaced by a loose shirt and some trousers. Feet still bare, padding softly against the floorboards alert Caleb of your presence, the familiar footfalls something he’s grown very much accustomed to to the point where he recognises your steps. Gracefully you enter the living room and the expression on your face, though in jest still has him look away from you in shame, like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar as you put your hands on your hips. 

“I thought I told you to refrain from reading until you’re fully healed.” You chastise the wizard but the specific tone of voice has him meet your eye, giving you an expression you just can’t be mad at. Not that you were in the first place. You know Caleb well enough that not even your words and warnings can get in between him and his books. You’ve succeeded plenty of times to get between him and his books but that did require your presence. Still you find plenty of reason to reprimand him in a way you think more suitable for not following healer’s orders. Swaying your hips just a little more than necessary you reach him, bend down and kiss him. Right as you deepen the kiss you take the book from his hands and pull away, plopping down on the other end of the couch. You tangle your legs with his as you read the pages in front of you. 

“Ooh, spicy. Did you get this one on our last visit to Zadash?” He gives you a look as if to say ‘quit your teasing’ but you’ve not nearly had enough. Caleb leans forward, Frumkin scattering from his lap and jumping over to you, the tabby laying down on your stomach. Caleb reaches for the book in your hand but you stretch your arm behind you, dangling over the arm of the couch to where he can’t reach it from his position. Muscle still aching too much, Caleb gives in and lets you get away with it. With a smile of victory you pet the cat on your stomach, the little traitor purring at the affection, as you begin to read, tantalisingly slow. Even the turning of the pages you do so slowly, dragging out the sound, letting it resonate through the silent room with the knowledge it drives Caleb mad. He watches you, your every response to what you’re reading, every so often your eyes flick to him from over the edge of the book. A good thirty minutes pass before he can’t take it anymore. Thirty minutes and forty-three seconds. He’s been counting. 

“You’ve had your fill. Enough is enough. May I have my book back now, please?” Caleb lets himself slump back further against the couch, legs bending at the knees. You throw one of your own legs up, the hollow of your own knee balancing over his. When you don’t respond he grabs your dangling foot, brushing his fingers over the bottom. You jerk it back, a giggle muffled in your throat at the tickle. Still you don’t relent. With a snap of his fingers the tabby cat disappears into the either, and you’re pulled from your position by your leg in his grasp. Still you manage to keep the book out of his reach. 

“I believe I asked you a question?” Caleb asks innocently, as if you simply hadn’t heard it first time around. You pull your leg free from his hold and sit up a bit more. 

“And I believe I told you not to read.” Touché. With a sigh he gives up. Nothing he can do to change your mind right now. Besides, victory is a good look on you, he can’t deny. Caleb doesn’t know if he should be thankful for the effort or assume you’re testing waters when you start reading out loud. Not obviously so where the whole house can hear you. Just loud enough for the space, but should anyone walk in, they might be able to hear every bit of smutty detail you speak with conviction and dedication. You put on quite the show dramatically emphasising when the sentences call for it, speaking in the tones of voice described and the likes, though you do spare him by not moaning whenever the book describes it or he’s quite sure surrounding passerby’s might think more of your innocent reading voice. 

Voices sound from the other end of the hall. Errands have been completed it seems. Yet you keep reading, keeping an eye on Caleb from your peripheral, daring him to tell you to stop reading out the rather graphic smut. You take it one step further, loving to sit between his legs. It turns into a game of chicken, who’s going to cop out first? When the footsteps draw nearer and nearer, neither of you make a move until, you know right at the cusp of where they’ll be able to make out the words, you sit, curling your legs under you, put the book on the table and exchange it for Caleb’s spell book. Caleb sits up a bit more too, his legs stretched out behind you as you sit more on the edge of the couch, the spellbook open in your lap, opening on a random page. 

“-so you’re saying that if you haven’t seen the creature before, or have any idea of what it might look like properly, there’s a lot of room for error and might cause the spell to have ill effects?” You adapt quickly when the first page you open is the polymorph spell, right as the others cross through the living room, seeing the two of you together. Though, your closeness might ring some alarm bells for the suspicious reading into every tiny detail, others are more likely to brush it off, especially considering you’re clearly practicing the somatic components of a spell. 

“Yes. The image must be clear upon casting. Try again, more like this.” Caleb guides one of your hands to arch a little more. He’s well aware you’ve already got the spell down but as of yet haven’t had the chance to cast it. Luckily the Nein do not share in that knowledge. Some comments do find themselves your way, mostly from Beauregard but the group moves on to put away the supplies they’ve bought as Caduceus calls for help setting the table, dinner ready. The others have it covered and as soon as they’re out of sight you close the spellbook, putting it back on the low table.

“That was close.” Caleb comments. Almost too close for his liking but he knows you know what you’re doing. 

“Maybe next time listen when I tell you to not do something for your own wellbeing. How’s the headache?” You brush your fingers against his temple teasingly. Without a second look, Caleb grabs your hand pulling it away from where you softly tap at the side of his head, playing with the baby hairs at his temples, curling them around your fingers. 

“My headache is fine.” He mutters as he leans in, your forehead against his. You snort. 

“Be more careful next time?” You ask pecking his lips. 

“I make no promise.” He returns with another peck and then another before it deepens. You take this moment of peace and quiet knowing the others are preoccupied with dinner, let go of your teasing from before and just be. No need to hide when you’re alone. No comments from others, no teasing the two of you for being physically affectionate and, no bombardment of questions about your relationship. That’s why you’ve kept it quiet after all; just wanting it to be the two of you without the added pressure from everything around you. It’ll have to come out one day though. And as you sit there, the kisses growing more heated, moving closer together, that day of reveal comes nearer and nearer… 

Having just come down the stairs, done for the day with painting, more artwork on the last few previously boring coloured walls Caduceus sent the little blue tiefling to fetch you and Caleb as the tale’s been set and the others are anxious to dig in. It must have been a sign from the Traveler when Jester skips down the hallway and gets the urge to play a prank on you after having been informed you and Caleb were doing some spellwork. She thought of maybe using thaumaturgy to make your papers fly through the room, or let some books fall down the shelve. Sneakily she quiets down her steps as she draws near, blessings of the Traveler be upon her indeed because all pranks previously planned are discarded when she sees you and Caleb, arms wrapped around each other, in the middle of a hot make out session…

[mollycad]

Heyy! Can I request a part two to the Caleb x reader fic you published where Caleb is not very good at hiding his infatuation with the reader and the M9 have caught on to their secret tryst?

Making it a three-parter because it’s already too long. Here’s the first part so enjoy! 😘

A well aimed fireball strikes the creature ready to charge at you. The spell is aimed in such a way Caleb knows you’re safe, and out of the blast, as the creature is incinerated before it can strike down upon you with its claws. You can feel the heat of the blast he’s sure but it still beats being mauled by some sharp toothed and clawed monster. To do this, Caleb put himself in a risky situation, sacrificing his own safety for your own. Turns out he gambled wrong. The creature he’d been dealing with previously having taken an interest in Beauregard swiped its claws at the mock, knocking her out and with the final screeches of its companion he just roasted alive, its attention turns to him. It’s happened before he even realises. A whack of its tail flings him into the stone wall with a loud thud. When the creature goes to strike down upon him, he’s barely able to muster up a shield spell to deflect the claws, missing him by but an inch. 

Caleb has trouble discerning between what might be real and what might be his mind trying to fill in the gaps he’s blacking out on, the cloudiness in his head making him loose track of what’s going on around him. Though, he’s pretty sure he sees you slide over right as the creature is about to strike again to deflect the blow. You say something but the words sound distant and hollow. You swing your sword up, along the creature’s arm. You strike again, going for it’s throat right as Yasha, hanging off the creature’s other arm, plunges her blade into it’s neck When it bows down in pain you pull out your own blade and grab onto Yasha’s with her as the both of you put all your body weight on the blade when it pulls up, severing its throat, and nearly cleaving off its head. Covered in blood and gore you and the barbarian pull your blades from the creature, a nudge of the elbow against her from you makes her smile and nudge you back. 

Holding onto what apparently is not some weird fever dream Caleb feels the world spinning around him. It’s nauseating. His heavy intakes of breath alert you as he tries to sit up against the wall behind him, resisting the urge to empty his stomach. You return into his vision, the world around you blurring. Just you. He could get used to just that. Though the worry on your face is something he could do without. Especially when it’s directed at him. You wave your hand in front of his face, he follows blinking a few times and the fast movement doesn’t help his twisting stomach. You quickly wipe your hands on your clothes, getting rid of the gore and grime and douse them in a solid amount of water from your flask to clean them. You cup his face, making him look at you fully. 

“Caleb? Can you hear me?” You ask worried. You saw what happened after the smouldering corpse of the creature dropped. Seeing as Caleb reaches up to place a hand over one of yours, you’re surprised he’s able to with the hit he took. He nods squinting his eyes closed to get rid of the pain though it does little to alleviate it. 

Caleb tries to focus the things around the two of you but it’s difficult. He hates the feeling as he’s so accustomed to being aware of plenty around. You seem to be talking to the healers. Jester is working on Beauregard who’s amidst bleeding out on the ground but it’s nothing the tiefling can’t fix and Caduceus is fixing a rather large gash on Fjord’s shoulder. Yasha and Veth appear to be quite alright all things considering and have only accumulated a few scratches. You’re a little worse for wear yourself, as seen by the bruises beginning to form along your arms, and the cuts and scrapes all over. Nothing that needs immediate attention but enough to have him be satisfied with his choices when casting that spell. In this train of thought you cast a spell of your own and clarity begins to return to his mind, along with a pounding headache. Caleb groans in discomfort.

“That should take care of that concussion. I need your mind bright and sharp. I can’t very well figure out the fine art of transmutation on my own now can I?” You grin satisfied with your work as you watch your magic take effect and Caleb return to a semblance of himself once more.

“I’m quite certain you could figure it out on your own but I’d much rather spend my time with you studying the intricacies of magic than be stuck in bed barely capable of reading a single word.” You help Caleb sit up fully as he leans his head back against the stone behind him. You kneel in front of him, taking out your supplies and begin to fix the smaller injuries he’s acquired, cleaning scraps and rubbing ointment on forming bruises. Combined with the healing magic already taking effect it should have him back to his usual self the next day. 

“You might want to find some other ways to stay entertained for the next day or so. For your own sake. No need to call on a relentless headache for some reading, however tempting it may be.” You tell Caleb as he takes in a sharp breath when you clean one of the deeper cuts on his face. It’s not too bad and will heal without a single mark but that doesn’t make it any less sensitive.

“I can think of plenty activities that take little brain power.” Jester snickers. 

“Yeah, and I’m sure with the right company, he might even prefer it over his precious books.” Beau joins in with Jester, looking at you when she puts the emphasis on ‘right company’. It doesn’t help that right now you’re practically straddling Caleb while you work on his wounds. Beau is not far enough gone from the blood loss she doesn’t notice you two are a little too close for Caleb’s usual comfort. Just because she’s a little out of it, don’t think you can just get away with it. 

“Why not have the best of both worlds? I heard Courting of the Crick has some good scenes. Maybe you could draw some inspiration from those pages.” Fjord implies, all healed up thanks to the firbolg, joining the rest of the group. Caleb rolls his eyes and you can sense him trying to ignore it all lest he make a fool of himself again. Though, his standoffish attitude does little to cover up his infatuation with you. He can’t help himself when his expression softens when yours turns mischievous. You know one day the rest of the Nein will know what’s going on between the two of you and you can’t delay the inevitable but for now you’ll leave them in the dark, throwing them a bone every so often. 

“Hmm. Perhaps. Jester, do you have any other recommendations for Fjord? It seems like he’s been reading up. Were your escapades with a pirate captain to tame for your liking, captain Tusktooth?” A soft chuckle from Caduceus and Yasha. Full rolling on the ground laughter from Veth. A snort from Beau turned into a grunt of pain when Jester looks over at Fjord and sees the feverish spread across the half-orc’s features after being put on the spot is enough to get the tiefling into a seething mood at the memory of the woman. But she’s totally not jealous, right? Why should she be jealous… She doesn’t have a thing for Fjord. What are you talking about?

“Maybe next time, the two of you are studying late into the night again, your room isn’t the best place to do so. Cad might sleep like the dead, but I certainly don’t. Try to keep it quiet.” Fjord tries to retort but the wicked grin on your face has him regret his words already. 

“Nothing a simple spell can’t fix. I’ll lend you some more reading material so you can put in on your list.” Caleb groans when you help him to his feet. He wobbles a little before finding her balance and leans on you perhaps a little more than necessary but you’re not going to call him out. You’ll have to applaud him for making that comment sounding completely oblivious to the shots being fired. Once you’re sure Caleb is stable you take the chalk from him and begin drafting the teleportation circle to take you back to Rosohna under his watchful gaze, assuring you’re getting every sigil and symbol just right. 

“Besides, Caleb’s bed is bigger than mine, the pillows much softer too and the view…“ You smile to yourself leaning over arching your back just enough to notice but not to make it too obvious to the others when completing the final symbol while Caleb completes the verbal components of the spell. With a flash the circle lights up and the Nein rushes through. 

[mollycad]

S/O Freed of Feeblemind

FANDOM: Critical Role, Campaign 2

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Caduceus Clay, Fjord, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionette

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: ???

Note(s): Here’s the ask I was supposed to answer a bit ago and instead did more S/O Being Feebleminded. Sorry for the mix up but here it is! 

I also went ahead and added the rest of the nein that I had done this request for to make up for the mix up too.

Beau

Beau is making jokes when you’re back to yourself. Like she wasn’t worried at all because you’re tough and she knew you were okay.

Will pull you aside later and just hold you tightly to herself just to remind herself that you are with her and you’re better.

But she is laughing off the incident or at least trying to. It was very scary and she’s trying to remain tough and whatnot but she’s keeping an eye on you for a good while just in case.

Does ask if you need Caduceus or Jester to take another look at you just in case there’s any left over magical BS. 

Caduceus

Gives you a big grin and a pat on the back as he says, “Welcome back, buddy.”

Was worried about you but knows you’re okay now. He’ll gladly make you some tea and a nice breakfast or some kind of meal just to help you get more strength back.

Will ask if you are feeling better. He knows his magic worked, but he’ll still use some more healing spells if you’re still feeling a bit out of it.

Tells you to take things easy. You went through a lot and so you shouldn’t push yourself now that you’re okay.

Caleb

Caleb feels so much relief when you get back to yourself. He’s still very much self loathing at the fact that he couldn’t save you fast enough so he’ll need some comfort.

Might avoid you without meaning to but then Beau will call him a dumbass and he’ll realize what he’s doing. 

Will bring you flowers or something as an apology for avoiding you because that’s definitely not what you need after what you went through. He does his best to open up about his feelings and the self doubt he had just because communication is key despite it being difficult.

There’s lots of hugs and hand holding after because you both need that small comfort from each other. 

Fjord

Like Beau, he makes some jokes about how he knows you’re tough and wasn’t too worried. But he’s quick to tell you that he was actually worried and he’ll pull you into a hug.

Also had a bit of self doubt cross him at not being able to protect you, but is much better at talking to you about it and letting himself let go of that doubt.

Probably going to be a bit flustered because he’ll definitely hold your hand and such out in the open now just because of how worried he was. Doesn’t help that Beau makes teasing comments, same with Veth.

Does ask that you stick close to his side. Not forever, but he wants you close by just because of what happened and he doesn’t want it happening again. Not to you at least.

Jester

Her mouth is going a mile a minute after she gets the spell to heal you. Just talking about how worried she was and how you stuck to her side and how she protected you and took care of you.

She is just filling you in on everything because she doesn’t know if you suddenly realized all that had happened from you being feebleminded to you being healed from it.

Will happily hold your hand or hook your arms together to walk closer. Just because she really needs that physical contact after what had happened. It’s a way of reminding her that you are okay.

Jester does ask you to play some pranks with her or something to help lighten the mood. What happened was a lot and probably is going to weigh on both of you, so she wants to have some fun to help get over that trauma.

Yasha

Yasha is getting you bouquets of flowers when you’re back. She states that it’s for all the flowers you brought to her. 

Will not want you out of her sight. She knows that you need some freedom or time for yourself to process and she’ll be a respectful distance away. She is just scared that something else could potentially happen.

Might also make some jokes but more about how the person that cast Feeblemind on you shit themself because of how pissed she was. 

Might also make jokes about you bringing poisonous flowers to Veth that hadn’t taken affect yet. Yasha has a hell of a sense of humor. But she wants to lighten the mood as well so hopefully something she says causes you to laugh.

[mollycad]

critical role headcanons - tall reader

requested by: anonymous

request: Can I get headcanons for the Mighty Nein with a really tall gf?

comment: do I like this? no. am I posting this anyway because I got tired of looking at it? yes. (if you want to see some of this expanded in like, a short story or something, just send me a request).

reminder: english is not my first language, so if something's off with the grammar or the structure of sentences, don't hesitate do tell me! that's the only way I can improve.

Yasha:

> She really likes that you're basically the same height. Sometimes during private moments, like after a date, or when you have to sleep outside and you both go looking for wood, she will kiss you and touch your forehead to hers, while getting lost in your eyes.

> Every time you're injured and you can't be healed immediately, even if it's not a serious injury, she always picks you up and carries you. You're not used to being picked up like that, because of your height, and it's actually surprisingly nice.

> After you've been dating for a while, if you're comfortable with it and ask her, she will pick you up more often and without reason, because she likes having you in her arms.

> You're also the perfect height for hair-braiding while standing up, so if you have long enough hair and have to wait for something she often asks if she can braid them to pass the time.

Jester:

> She really, really, likes to put her hands around your neck during kisses. Alternatively, she also likes to grasp the front of your shirt.

> Even if you're taller than her you're probably the little spoon while cuddling, because she doesn't want to hit you with her horns, and she loves to cuddle into your side if you sleep on your back.

> If you kiss her on the forehead or on the nose she will die from happiness, she finds it super cute. Expect neck kisses in exchange though.

> You're taller, but she can and will pick you up anyway, and give you piggyback rides if you want or need them.

Nott:

> She's really tiny, and you can carry her with ease, which means she will climb on you with no hesitation if she wants to kiss you or if you're holding something that she can't reach.

> She will hold your hand if you're walking in a crowd, but if there aren't a lot of people around she tends to just walk next to you and lean on your leg once in a while.

Caleb:

> If you kiss him on the nose his face goes completely red, but it's super cute.

> When he hugs you for comfort he'll put his arm under yours and his head in the crook of your shoulder, focusing on the rise and fall of your chest.

> It turns out that he really likes if you're taller than him, and after you've been dating for a while he likes to hug you from behind and put his chin on your shoulder.

Caduceus:

> If people used to tell you that you where never going to find a boyfriend taller than you, the joke's on them because here you are. It's kind of weird being the short one in the relationship, but it's also quite nice.

> When you get up early enough he won't stop you from sitting on the kitchen counter while he makes breakfast, but he will work around you, close enough for you to sneak a few kisses without having to be on your tiptoes.

> You're probably the perfect height for him to put his chin on your head when you hug, which he loves doing.

Beauregard:

> Secretly loves the fact that you're taller than her.

> When she wants to kiss you she puts her hand on your shoulder or on your back and pushes a bit until you bend down enough.

> When she's either drunk or really tired sometimes she wraps her hands around your shoulders and just hangs there, letting you move her where she needs to go.

Fjord:

> He loves how easy it is for him to put his arm around your waist when you’re walking side to side. Without a big height difference it’s actually quite comfortable and he likes feeling you close to him.

> During hugs he likes to press his cheek against yours while he holds you.

> When you're walking side to side it's very easy to turn your head and, using his shoulder for support, kiss his cheek, and even if you've been dating for a while it always flusters him a bit.

Molly:

> If you're comfortable with it he will kiss you all of the time, if not only when you're in private.

>> If you're the same height every time he kisses you he will make a point to say how "easy" and "perfect" it is. If he's a bit shorter expect a lot of neck kisses instead. He will also kiss your shoulder if it's not covered.

> He will also put his arm around your waist when you're walking together, to keep you closer to him.

[mollycad]

Between the Sheets - Mighty Nein x Reader

Original Requested Prompt: nsfw HCs for the mighty nein?

*this was definitely interesting to write! It’s a little short as I’m not the most experienced with writing NSFW prompts, so bear with me! Either way, I hope you like it

Caleb:

has a bit of a praise kink, your words of encouragement and pleasure on pushing him further, giving his confidence a much needed boost

very attentive and cautious with you, frequently double checking that you’re alright, that you don’t regret being with him

he’s used to being the one of the leaders of the group, having members of the party look to him for his innate arcane knowledge, so when he’s with you, he prefers to let you be in control

keeps his eyes focused on you, intently studying your face, trying to burn your expression of bliss into his memory so he’ll never forget this moment

he has a major hair pulling kink, tug his hair back and plant some kisses below the base of his ear and he’ll be a moaning mess within moments

Mollymauk:

a major tease and he knows it, if anything he takes pride in it

he loves knowing that he is the only person that can get you so worked up, the only person who gets to touch you like he can

when you rake your nails down his back, he nearly becomes undone, desire coiling tightly in his stomach as he struggles to maintain control

gives you lots and lots of hickies, the purple marks dotting your skin for days to come

as he’s disclosed to the group before, he’s very much into it when you tug on his horns, beware though, if you do that, you won’t be leaving that room for quite a while

Caduceus:

so much body worship!!

this boy loves you so much and is in constant awe of you, he tries to show you through both words and actions

definitely loves hearing you be vocal, it boosts his confidence and fills him with a sense of pride knowing that he can make you feel good

prefers being submissive to you, his laid back personality evident even in the bedroom as he prefers to follow your lead, extremely interested in learning more about what you like

though you’re notably smaller than him, he can’t hide the shock and lust that fills him when you pin him to the bed, even though the both of you know he could easily shake you off

Beauregard:

because she’s typically in the front lines of every fight, she often needs some patching up afterwards, which you’re happy to oblige

gets weirdly worked up when you take care of her, your more authoritative and careful side coming to light as you instruct her to sit still, cleaning her wounds and inspecting her for further damage

loves it when you straddle her, her hands tightly gripping your hips as you kiss her with such a passion that she’s almost pushed backwards

her voice gets raspier than usual, thickening with lust and desire for you as the night progresses

likes to be on top, her arms braced on either side of your head, muscles taut in her biceps as she stares down at how breathtaking you are

Fjord:

drops his accent in your more intimate moments, trusting you enough to be the most authentic version of himself

was insecure and worried about his tusks at first, after your coaxing, he makes it his secret weapon, making you gasp in pleasure as he gently bites your earlobe, your reaction only egging him on

likes to be the one in control, he is a natural born leader after all, but he isn’t opposed to letting you take charge every now and then

he’s a sucker for a good strip tease, watching you hungrily as you tease him, making him completely entranced by you

you can tell when he’s especially turned on, strings of curses escape through his clenched teeth, no doubt a habit he acquired from his past excursions as a sailor

Nott:

very self conscious about her physical appearance, and hence insists that anything that happens can only happen once the candles are put out

needs a lot of affirmation and assurances, smiling slightly when you tell her how much you love her

has on several occasions used disguise self on herself when the two of you are alone, not quite role playing, it’s more of her trying to find a body that she’s more comfortable in, one that she can feel confident in

pretty vanilla, she prefers to just focus on being with you, whether it be intimate or just laying in your arms. it’ll take time for her to get more comfortable with being intimate, so be patient with her

Jester:

she’s pretty inexperienced with any aspect of a romantic relationship, so she tends to follow your lead

sometimes she tries to ask the others such as Beau or Yasha for tips on how to seduce you, it usually ends up making you laugh instead of swoon like she intended

constantly asks if she’s doing a good job, if you like whatever it is she happens to be doing

she likes it when you take charge, barely suppressing her enjoyment when you take the reigns, pushing her back onto the bed

every now and then she’ll get a sudden burst of courage, flipping you over and sucking harshly on your pulse at the juncture of your neck, giggling mischievously at your stunned reaction

Yasha:

the best nights of your life are when she returns to you after being away from the party on personal business, the time spent apart on heightening your enjoyment when the two of you are together, working to make up for lost time

uses her strength to her advantage, easily lifting you in her arms, allowing you to wrap your legs around her waist.

loves having you pinned between her and the wall, her tall frame easily overshadowing you as she kisses a blazing trail across your skin

your moans and whimpers are like music to her ears, melting away her hesitance and typically reserved nature

she is the queen of aftercare, lots of cuddles and quiet chuckles as she strokes your hair, making sure she wasn’t too rough with you

[mollycad]

Home - Caleb x Reader blurb

Requested Prompt: Another request, if you don’t mind, could you do 44 and caleb?

Prompt #44: “You’ve always felt like home.”

You swear Caleb had become a totally different person within the last 2 hours, not that you were complaining in any sense of the word. Then again, it might have had something to do with the lack of sleep and boost of confidence provided by the ale.

At the start of the night, he was much more reserved, huddled in the corner of the tavern booth, his shoulder pressed against the wall as he listened to the others talk, only breaking his silence to add in the occasional snide comment, much to your amusement. 

But, as the night grew older, everyone seemed to retreat to their rooms one by one until the only people who remained were you and Caleb. At first, you considered making an excuse and ducking out as well, terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of the man you’d been pining after for gods know how long. But, he shocked you by asking your opinion on a book he was currently reading. At his sudden attempt at making conversation, you found yourself throwing caution to the wind, choosing to make the best of the rare opportunity to be with Caleb without the presence of the rest of the party. 

Now in the current moment, with several tankards of ale running through both of your veins and the sky phasing from dusk to dawn, you feel as if you’d known Caleb for your entire life. 

After sheepishly recalling a particularly embarrassing but incredibly amusing story from your past, you find yourself in a fit of laughter mid-way through, tears snaking down your cheek as you struggle to compose yourself. As you glance up after your brief stint of laughter, prepared to continue where you had left off, you meet eyes with Caleb, a flush immediately tinting your cheeks as he stares at you with a look of adoration that you’d never seen before. 

“What is it?” you ask, becoming increasingly flustered as he continues to stare at you intently.

He simply shakes his head, his gaze never breaking from yours as he offers you a small smile, “your laugh, it reminds me of something I once knew. Something from home.”

His wistful words catch you off guard, as he’s never been one to openly speak about his past willingly.

“I remind you of something from home?” you echo back, a tinge of jealousy in your voice as you try to remember the girl he once mentioned from his home so fondly. 

His brow furrows as he shakes his head once more, almost as if he’s trying to make sense of it himself. 

“No, that’s not the right way to put it. You…you feel like home. But then again, you’ve always felt like home. I’m still not quite sure why.”

[mollycad]

Hi!! Can I request something where Caleb is up for night watch and the reader can’t sleep so he teaches her how to make a little orb of light? And maybe watching her do magic for the first time and seeing her illuminated makes him confess his feelings? Just some good hurt/comfort and fluff please! I love your writing also thank you for the content 💗💗

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog and I’m happy to provide content. 😊

It’s late, it’s dark and you’d been traveling all day. Setting up camp in the dark is bad enough as is but now you’re also plagued by nightmares every time you fall asleep. You’ve woken up countless times in but the past hour and if that’s what it was gonna be like you’d rather be exhausted. More tossing and turning and it didn’t get any better so if you were gonna be awake anyway why not be productive while you’re at it? Take watch and allow the others some more sleep. 

Frustrated you roll onto your back with a deep sigh watching the sky above through the dome but have to look past Frumpkin who’s perched up on top of the dome. 

“Can’t sleep?” The familiar Zemnian accent reaches your ears so you turn to face Caleb.

“No. Apparently when I’m not plagued by dreams of endless darkness instead still prone to stare into it even awake. Can’t seem to escape it for some reason.” You say only half in jest but your annoyance with your current predicament is clear. 

Caleb gets up and sits down next to taking out his spellbook as he sends Frumpkin a telepathic command to keep watch. He opens the book on a page rather early in, puts it down so it’s balanced on either of your legs and grabs some components. 

“This is phosphorus.” He clasps it between his hands, mutters some words, twists until his fingers are pressed together and pulls them apart from the phosphorus four glowing orbs appear hovering in the air. 

“It can be poisonous but in both arcane and alchemical practices it can be used to create a light source or several in this case.” He moves the globules around making them spin. 

“While I appreciate you offering me light, Caleb. I don’t see how it helps me in my dreams as I am quite sure I won’t have a handy wizard to save me from the darkness.” You laugh a little and so does he. He takes your hands in his and begins guiding you to repeat the same gestures he had used before.

“It helps when you don’t have to rely on your handy wizard but instead can cast it yourself.” He lets go and lets you repeat the motions on your own giving pointers and gently correcting when you’re a little bit off. You repeat until you get it right a couple of times in a row without any hiccups. 

“Good. You’re doing great. Would you feel comfortable trying it with the components?” 

“I don’t know if I’m ready.” You protest dropping your hands uncertain.

“Of course you are. Do you really think I’d offer if you weren’t?” He grabs your hand and drops some of the phosphorus in your palm clasping your other over it and begins guiding you once more.

“See? It’s no different.” Your mind slightly more at ease you still somewhat doubt yourself. What if you messed up? What if something went wrong? Well, you suppose if Caleb puts his trust in you maybe it’d be worth a try. 

You repeat the motions. First time nothing happens but he encourages you to try again. Second time you’re slightly off. But third time… Third time the globules appear dancing between your hands. You muffle a cheer quickly realising the others are asleep. 

“Turns out third time is the charm?” You smile as you send one of the orbs to twirl around his head. Eventually they disappear and you summon the dancing lights once more sending three to drift off around you while studying one closer. Caleb’s watching you mesmerised. You look beautiful, the light hitting your features just right giving you an angelic appearance, your expression and fascination with your new spell, the slight furrow of your brow while you take a closer look and the twinkle in your eyes when you smile. He may have realised he was staring and quickly clears his throat. 

“You’re a fast learner.” He comments, your new lights revealing the blush on his cheeks.

“I have a good teacher.” The blush grows do a deep scarlet as you kiss his cheek as a thank you. You can't help but admire the warmth and pride in his eyes when you pull away. You could get used to a happy and proud Caleb. 

“You look beautiful.” He breathes, the words just slipping out. Embarrassed he quickly squeezes his eyes shut and if you thought he couldn’t get any redder you were just proven wrong. You place a hand on his cheek rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. His eyes open.

“So do you.” You lean in closer giving him the opportunity to stop you or move away but instead you find him pressing his lips to yours. You return the kiss, the globules dancing around the two of you. Neither of you are willing to pull away his arms falling to your arm and small of your back pulling you closer as you wrap yours around his neck.

“Jeeze! What’s a girl gotta do to get some sleep around here? Could you turn down the lights?” A rather annoyed Beauregard grumbles as she pushes her blanket over her head. Both of you repress a laugh and you drop the spell just after giving Caleb one more kiss. 

[mollycad]

Don’t Cry - Caleb Widogast x Reader

Requests: 

“Hey bud! Could I get 33 + 78 from the first list of angst/fluff? Take a guess for who…. guess… I wonder ….. if I’ll ask for ,,, Caleb? 👀👀 how unexpected of me ..,:.,.”

“Could you do a Caleb x Reader for Angst/Fluff Prompt 1 no.16 “I’ve got you.”? Maybe something where the reader is having a breakdown after a really hard battle or learning some really troubling information (or honestly anything that comes to you I’m super here for whatever!!)”

**Who thinks I can shove 3 prompts into one piece? I guess we’ll find out lmfao, in my defense I just felt like all three prompts have the potential to work well together**

Prompt 16: “I’ve got you.”

Prompt 33: “Don’t cry.”

Prompt 78: “You’re worth it.”

Maybe it was the way your muscles burned from overexertion or the several stinging cuts that you could feel throbbing across your body, but this battle was starting to wear you down to a point that you were genuinely concerned you wouldn’t be able to stay standing for much longer. It was supposed to be a simple outing to meet a hobgoblin that you and the nein had been trailing for a while. The plan was to get him alone and find out more information regarding his employer. It took everyone by surprise to realize that the hobgoblin had an ample amount of backup that were lying in wait to ambush all of you.

Every passing second felt like an eternity, your movements growing more sluggish and shaky as the battle progressed. It was a strange and terrifying sensation, to have your mind racing but your body lagging behind despite your best efforts. It felt like you were moving in slow motion. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Caleb, who has been anxiously keeping an eye on you while trying his best to block any incoming blows coming his way. He knows that you’re stronger and more agile than this, so seeing you in such a dazed state fills him with heavy concern. When he sees you narrowly stagger forward out of the path of a hobgoblins greatsword, he instinctively darts towards you, wincing as his attacker takes advantage of his turned back and managing to land a blow. Shrugging through the blunted pain, his palm grips at your elbow, tugging you to stand behind him as he angles himself to block your body. Your eyesight is somewhat fuzzy, most likely from the exhaustion and numerous wounds seeping blood, but you can see the comforting outline of Caleb’s back, his posture stiff and defensive in his attempt to shield you, one of his arms held outward in a desperate effort to block you from the line of fire.

It’s a pathetic feeling, to have to stand back and let others fight for you. It gnaws at you and makes your hands shake with guilt. If everyone else was able to keep fighting and hold their own against the hobgoblin ambush, why couldn’t you? The thought makes your knees wobble and your heart hammer so harshly in your chest that it’s physically painful. It felt like gravity had turned against you in that moment, forcing you to your knees, your weapon clattering to the ground beside you as you cup your hands to your head, squeezing your eyes shut in the hope that maybe this was all a dream that you would awaken from once you opened your eyes.

“Leibling?” a familiar voice asks, you finally let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding at the comforting sound. Your brow furrows when hearing how hoarse Caleb’s voice sounded, confirming your fear that this was not a nightmare that you could simply wake from. Before your mind is able to spiral downward any further, you feel his hands gently pull you hands away from your hair, your eyes sluggishly opening to meet the comforting blue of his own as he kneels in front of your seated form.

The harsh lines between his brow and around his lips soften at your gaze, a small smile gracing his features as he squeezes your hands tightly before releasing them to brush his thumb against your cheek. “There you are. I was-I was worried” his voice growing quieter on the last sentence. Even in your fatigued and overwhelmed state, it doesn’t go unnoticed how his eyes nervously flit up and down your form, silently scanning to see if the source of your distress was caused by something that could be seen with the naked eye. Upon doing your own scan of the surroundings, you deduce that the battle had ended and you caught a glimpse of Yasha and Beau hunched over a hobgoblin corpse, most likely rifling through his pockets. After affirming to himself that your wounds are nothing life threatening and can be fixed by the hands of Caduceus and Jester, he stands up from his kneeled position, offering you his hand to help you stand.

As you place your hand in his, something in you finally snaps, head bowing and your fingers tightening around his as the floodgate behind your eyes shatters apart, a heavy flow of tears stinging your eyes. Caleb is back on the ground beside you in the blink of an eye, carefully scooping you up to cradle you against his chest. He knows that he needs to be your rock right now, but he can’t help but feel helpless as sobs wrack your body with such force that your shoulders tremble in his protective grasp. He gives a firm glance at the nein who are huddled a few feet away, all watching with anxious concern. Nott somberly nods at him before turning around and quietly ushering the rest of the group to wait somewhere out of earshot.

Unsure of what else he can do, he settles on stroking his hand on your hair and slowly rocking his body back in forth in the same way his mother used to as a child. Your face feels hot with shame, your voice thick with tears as you try to apologize before it gets drowned out with hiccups. Caleb shakes his head, the scruff of his beard tickling your forehead as he does so, “You don’t need to apologize to me, my dove. Don’t cry, I’ve got you.” His words make the tears fall harder than before, your heart clenching at his patience with you, his lips pressing against your forehead as he continues repeating the phrase over and over.

You allow yourself to get lost in his touch, your eyelids feeling heavy as you let your emotions take over, relieving the overwhelming pressure that you had been feeling from the battle. Once you feel your tears slow and your pulse slowing back to a steady thrum, you begin to feel rooted in the present moment once more. You loosen your grip that had been clutching at Caleb’s coat, flexing the stiff muscles and pulling away from him slightly, sheepishly looking up at him as he tucks a loose strand of hair back into place.

“Thank you.” you croak, your throat scratchy and sore, “I don’t know what happened. Everything just got to be too much and I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I’m sorry that I-” your rambling apology gets silenced with the feeling of Caleb’s soft lips tenderly pressing against yours before moving upwards to kiss the tip of your nose that was flushed from crying.

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

You scoff and shake your head vigorously in disbelief, “Caleb, don’t. You don’t need to bullshit me. I don’t even know what the fuck happened, but I know I scared you. I know that I put you in danger because you had to try to cover my ass. And I’m sorry” your bottom lip quivers slightly at the thought of what you would have done if Caleb had gotten seriously injured because of you, “I’m sorry.”

As if being able to read your thoughts, Caleb cups the sides of your face, bringing you forward to rest your forehead against his to the point where your noses brush and you can feel the warmth of his breath. “I don’t accept your apology because it’s not needed. You’re worth more than any cut or scrape.” he pauses for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip and appearing to be deep in thought, “You take care of me so much, let me take care of you, liebling.”

[mollycad]

i also love the hand holding trope! do you think itd be okay to ask for a little continuation of the feebleminded ask? Maybe s/o who is very sweet and passive because they feel safe with the nein. Always holding hands with their partner or bringing them things they find flowers/bugs/animals ect?

S/O Gets Feebleminded And Brings Them Things They Like

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Caduceus Clay, Caleb Widogast, Yasha Nydoorin

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 435

Note(s): Okay but that's super cute. It also really sad cause S/O is feebleminded.

Continuation of This Ask!!

Caduceus

While Cad is worried about you and hoping to rest as soon as possible to heal you, he can't help but smile at the things you do.

Maybe him smiling is a way to show you that things will be alright. Since you can't really talk to him, hopefully a smile will do just fine.

He always thanks you when you point out a bug or some animal. Cad tried to tell you to leave them alone but you can't really understand him right now.

So he'll keep you in his eyesight to make sure you don't end up harming any wildlife accidentally. And so none of the wildlife decides to harm you in defense.

He does smile when you being him different plants. He promises he'll make you a nice tea when you're healed. Maybe not with what you bring him but he'll make you a tea.

Caleb

Caleb knows that you won't go looking for danger in this state. Your intelligence might be abysmal right now, but he knows you know enough to stay close to him.

The couple times he does see you walk away causes him to keep an eye on you before smiling slightly when you bring him some flower or bug you found.

Caleb takes it as your way of keeping him calm and he appreciates it. He'll take whatever you bring him and put it in his cloak to make you happy. (He discreetly tosses the bugs or gives them to Yasha to eat)

Caleb will do some minor illusions to make pretty things for you. They're illusions but it's his way of returning the favor of you bringing him things.

He hopes you're able to get out of this spell soon but for now he'll play along with you being a packrat and he'll do his best to keep you happy.

Yasha

She is not letting you out of her sight at all, she is so worried.

Of course, she doubts she'd be able to considering you grab her sleeve to lead her everywhere.

You saw some pretty purple flower and grabbed her sleeve to drag her to it. Yasha gave you a pat on the head for that and told you it's almost as amazing as you.

You tug at her sleeve from time-to-time to point out baby animals and other flowers as well. Yasha always gives you a head pat for it.

Yasha is glad that you're staying close to her side. She needs to have you healed and back to her, but for now she'll give you head pats to let you know you're doing good.

[mollycad]

caleb + hand holding

It started when he would just look through Frumpkin. His hand had completely missed your shoulder, probably misjudging the distance he’d eyed only moments before he’d projected onto his familiar and he stumbled forward before you grabbed at him to keep him upright. You’d clutched at him then, hearing him stutter out an apology when he felt himself bump into you, and you laughed. It was then that you’d tangled your fingers with his, making sure he wasn’t wobbly or staggering around should the group move while he was looking around.

It didn’t take too long after that for him to always fumble to take your hand, even when everyone could see just how dark a pink his cheeks and the tip of his ears would stain at the warmth against his palm. 

After so long, you supposed he was a bit touch starved. He still was stiff in hugs, even when they were welcomed.

Still, all the same, holding hands was nice. It wasn’t even long after it became a regular thing for him to just simply take your hand as you walked through a town or just when the entire group was traveling. It was like he enjoyed it.

And when you woke up in the bubble after a night’s rest and he was holding your hand, you surely didn’t mind it, either.