#OUAW x reader

[curvydave]

Hiii I absolutely love your work, eat it up every time, was wondering if you could write more for OUAW I’m fine with any character bc love them all. Hope you have a wonderful day :D

Thank you so much!! Always a delight seeing you in my notes -- thanks for hanging out! Here's some headcanons for Kremy, Gideon, and Frost for what they're like when they're jealous -- both pre-relationship and once you're actually dating. Enjoy! <3

Kremy Lecroux

Kremy manifests jealousy very differently depending on how official you actually are. We all know how this gator is with emotions -- namely, how much he hates talking about them. Chances are, he's had a thing for you for a whole hell of a lot longer than you've actually been together; and, while this might sound romantic, this actually causes a lot of problems in the early stages. He doesn't get snippy with you per say, but he absolutely gets a bit tetchy with the offending party when someone is hitting on you. He's got a sharp tongue, and if he thinks he can get away with it, he won't resist the urge to let loose a few subtle but cutting insults unto them.

He never takes his jealousy out on you, though -- no, if anything, he gets a little more reclusive. Its like he's suffocating under the weight of his malcontent -- a thick ichor, building in the throat that makes him want to vomit. He doesn't fall for people like this, and now that he has, someone is trying to insert themselves into the equation? And he can't even do anything about it? Admitting his feelings and actually having a discussion about this would absolutely solve this problem, but he'd prefer to just take the Baron's hand and waltz into the afterlife a couple decades early at that point. He won't ghost you, but if you're in a situation where its not possible for him to "suggest" that the person leaves, its likely that he'll disengage entirely until the person is gone. He doesn't want to lash out at you -- he doesn't have the right to be upset about this. And so he just leaves, so as not to cause any problems… and to save his feelings. He overthinks a lot while he's off distracting himself, and it takes a while for him to really recenter himself -- being sought out by you helps a lot, though.

His behavior swings like a pendulum, in that way. It can be very confusing to deal with, especially if you're somehow oblivious to his burgeoning feelings for you.

Now if you're official? Completely different story. It takes a lot of talking and communication to even start dating, let alone put a label on what the two of you are. Actually being together in that way means that he trusts you implicitly -- he doesn't get jealous of other people, he makes them jealous that he's with you. If some poor sod tries to hit on you, he doesn't get jealous, or lash out; instead, he has fun fucking with them, just for laughs. A confident Kremy is a beautiful thing, and the unfortunate bastard who thought they'd try their hand always ends up turning tail in a matter of minutes.

Gideon Coal

Now, unlike Kremy, Gideon's response to jealousy is pretty consistent across time. He knows how he feels, and he knows how to deal with it. Which said solution, like most things, is usually gonna be punching it until it goes away. Now that's a little bit complicated in this situation, because while he'd love to gutp punch this person into the stratosphere, it isn't exactly "socially acceptable" to do. Damn.

He actually has a little bit of trouble parsing his feelings on why he feels the way he does -- before you're together, at least. He's no stranger to intimacy, but it's really only ever been locked into a bedroom setting -- he's never had the chance to really experience romantic feelings, and so, it's all very new to him. He doesn't know why he fucking hates this guy so much. Logically, he knows that if this was happening to anyone else -- Frost, Gricko, hell, even Torbek -- he's be cheering them on. But with you? It just feels wrong. But that's all way too complicated to deal with right now, and does the reasoning really matter? No. If he can't punch 'em, he's gonna outcompete them in some way, and if he can't do that, he's just redirecting your attention somehow.

Talking to him about this is surprisingly easy, though. He doesn't have anything to hide, he just doesn't know how to put it. But you know Gid -- it isn't too hard to pick up on the fact that he's jealous, and not in a platonic way. Getting him to realize that his feelings aren't fully platonic is a whole different ballgame, but hey, it's doable.

Now, does any of this change once you're official? Yes and no. The man is a fire genasi -- he trusts you, always has, but it doesn't take much to get him going. I mean really, flirting with you, when he's standing right here? It just feels more like an insult than anything else, and he doesn't take kindly to insults. Once more, the offending party is either getting launched into the Sun, or they're gonna be made a fool of. Either way, if it gets a laugh out of you, he's happy.

Morning Frost

Frost has had many a conversation with Kremy about the latter's strange situationship, and how much easier it would be for Kremy to tackle his own jealousy if he just said something. Frost doesn't have extensive experience with relationships -- The Order didn't exactly do him any favors in that department -- but communication is key, is it not? Its great advice, but does Kremy ever take it? Absolutely not. Why? Because Frost doesn't take it, himself. Frost knows fully well how he feels about you -- the bond he has with his companions is unshakeble, but the feelings he has for you transcends platonic affection in bounds. But he never actually voices this, for a variety of reasons. And unfortunately, he's not the only one who sees your allure; and even more worse (for him,) other people have a little more courage in the romance department.

When people hit on you, pre-relationship, Frost struggles to determine the appropriate reaction. He weighs every action before he takes it, but this doesn't seem to have an answer. Logically, he knows this: The person is not a threat, and you are not in a relationship. Therefore, he should not intervene in your affairs. But the pesky, emotional side of him wants him to. Its this dull ache in his heart, cacophanous whispers telling him that he's losing his chance, that he's going to be forgotten. Ultimately, he chooses not to intervene -- perhaps he'll disengage, if he suspects he won't be stopped and questioned, to go take a walk. Clear his head and all. He's tempted to pry into the person's mind, to tell them to leave, but he doesn't. He doesn't have that right.

Once you're actually in a relationship, things change a lot! There's a lot of communication involved -- of boundaries and trust. And he trusts you more than words can describe, but sometimes, he just feels insecure. You reject every advance that strangers throw your way, but sometimes people will just act in a way that nags at the voices in the back of the tabaxi's mind. And its discussions about these very things that let him know how to seek subtle reassurance. Sometimes you'll be out, and he'll rest his chin on the top of your head, or curl his tail around your ankle. Feeling you lean back into him, your hand on his bicep, is enough to reassure him.

Although if he really doesn't like the person, for whatever reason that may be…

His voice echoes in your mind: "I don't like this person very much. I would like to be a little mean to them, if that is alright."

Its hard to suppress your laughter, but how can you deny a request like that?

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Cuddling with UOAW Characters

Request - So excited to see another person writing for Loa! If you don’t mind could you maybe do headcanons of cuddling with the once upon a witchlight crew?

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Kremy Lecroux 

- Being the busy conman that he is, cuddling with Kremy comes late at night after a long day of making money with as little work as possible

- He almost never initiates it you’ll have to drag him to you if you want to cuddle the gator

- If you’re shorter than him he’ll curl around your, tail and all, keeping you as close and as safe in his eyes as possible

- If you’re as tall or taller than him he’ll 100% take advantage of it and snuggle in your arms, tail either wrapped around your leg or laying over your waist

- Be prepared cause once you’re in his arms he’s not letting you go for a long while mainly cause he loves you and also because you’re a personal space heater for him

- Since he’s coldblooded cuddling with him in summer is a dream 

- If it’s unbearably hot he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to cool you down

- The colder seasons will be when he subtly initiates things like pulling you into his arms or leaning against you with his jaw resting on top of your head

- He’ll talk about his next con plan with you if neither of you can sleep late at night, ask for your opinion all that

- I can see Kremy being a guy who’ll absentmindedly play with your hands while cuddling

Gideon Coal

- Gideon is a cuddler 

- Any chance that he gets where everything is calm and the group is finally taking a moment to relax you best bet he’s pulling you into his lap

- This man is the warmest mother fucker alive

- Being a fire genasi he radiates warmth, especially being the big guy that he is, cuddling him 9 times out of 10 will be him laying down with you lying on top with his arms around you

- If you’re around the group he’ll have you with your back against his chest, arms wrapped around you 

- He loves the closeness, being able to whisper in your ear knowing no one else in the group can hear the normally loud genasi

- If the two of you are alone he’s a total tease while cuddling, hands trailing, many many kisses

- He’ll play with your hair (if possible) it’s the most gentle he’s been in a long time 

- On the off chance that you’re taller than Gideon he becomes a flustered mess at being in your arms since he’s larger than everyone 

Morning Frost

- Frost is a multitasker, he’ll already be doing something and then be like “Come here I need attention” 

- Like he’ll be reading some tome or book and have you either sitting or laying in his lap

- One hand on the book and the other one stroking your arm or head respectively

- Pet. His. Ears. 

- He’s so reserved he needs the attention please cuddle him like he is a kitten he will savor every minute of it

- He only really purs when he’s around you and the first time he’s half laying on top of you while you run your hands through his fur

- Will bump his head against you to get you to cuddle closer to him

- Will also rub his face against yours, encouraged by your laughter when his fur and whiskers tickle you 

Gricko Grimgrin

- Gricko’s a small guy, he’s 3’5” and he uses it to his advantage

- He will constantly have you carry him just so he can snuggle against you on your journey

- He’ll talk your ear off if you’ll let him

- Likewise, he’s one to sing quietly to you late at night when you two are settling in and he’s tucked himself into your arms

- He’ll get impossibly close to you like you have 0 personal space in general but when cuddling he has to be touching as much of you as possible to be comfy

- Will just lay on top of you and force you to cuddle with him

- You have to accept the occasional Hootsie guest star when she wedges her way into the mix

- He’s very touchy, he’s hugging your arms close to him, pressing kisses to your face any chance he gets, snuggling into your neck

Torbek

- Please cuddle this guy

- He’ll take anything he can get if it means physical touch

- If by some off chance, you’re taller than him (he’s 7’4”) he’ll love curling up and being held just be mindful of the tubing and witchlight canisters

- He’ll still try to curl into your arms if you’re smaller than him, he’ll try his damndest 

- Will literally cocoon you with his limbs alone like the rest of the group is wondering where the hell you went when you’re just warm as ever in a fur cocoon

- He definitely draws shapes like he has to constantly be doing something to keep his hands busy 

- Cuddling with Torbek after he’s had a bath (let’s be real you hose him down and he then consumes the hose) he’s like a huge soft blanket

- He 100% will just scoop you up whenever he wants to cuddle, long arms means you have to be prepared for anything

- He’s just an anxious bugbear please just cuddle the guy I’m begging

[timeslugarts]

Hey if you’re going to write LOA x Reader, would you be willing to write a Gideon x reader? I was hoping for something a little smutty but I’m okay with just making out.

You asked and I delivered! (Hopefully)

I'm always so nervous about my writings, so I hope it's at least enjoyable.

Gideon Coal x Reader

CW - Canon typical violence, a little spicy, but nothing too bad, also a tiny dusting of angst?

The party limped miserably back to their makeshift camp after a run-in with a group of man-eating plants that apparently really liked the smell of Goblin. The lot of you just managed to scrape by and make it out alive.

You all sat around the fire in silence, bananyas roasting away, Frost mending his tattered robe, Gricko checking over every inch of Hootsie making sure she was unharmed, Kremy and Twig were making the best of the bananya situation and attempting to make them slightly more palatable (there was only so much raw bananya one could take). That just left you and Gideo, he was wrapping your wrist up tightly after suffering from a bad sprain.

You winced as he pulled on the strap to make it tighter.

“Sorry babes,” He sighed, “you know it wouldn't be so bad if you'd just stayed out of the fight like I told ya.”

You glared up at him, you could see him through your lashes. He wasn't looking at, he was focused on the task at hand. There was a slight frown that pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“I wouldn't have to fight if someone didn't rush in headfirst!” You were exasperated, how dare he make this seem like it was your fault.

The frown on his face deepened, his hair sizzled and popped as the flames flickered. “I have to protect everyone in this group, I'm the line of defense!”

“We're a team Gid!” You were standing now, you could feel everyone's eyes trained on the two of you, but you didn't care, you had something to say. “We fight together! Just because you're the strongest doesn't mean you get to be the punching bag!”

“Well yeah but-”

“No! No buts! We fight together or we run together, there's no in-betweens!” You threw your hands out. You really couldn't stand to look at him for a second longer. “I'm going to bed.” With that you stomped off to your tent and if you could slam a canvas flap you would have.

Gideon ran a hand over his face and let out a low groan.

“She's right, you know.”

“Shut up Gricko.”

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The tent to flap was pulled gently to the side, you looked up to see Gideon looking rather exhausted.

“Listen I-”

“No you listen, Gideon Coal, this is not an argument we are having.” You huffed crossing your arms and turning your head. You couldn't let him see the tears that betray your rage and make it something deeper.

You heard shuffling and felt your bedroom tug slightly at your side. The warmth from Gideon seeping into you as he sat down. His large hand came to cup your cheek as he pulled you to look at him, thumb gently stroking the side of your face.

“Now darling if you don't let me talk, we're going to have bigger issues.” Despite his vague threat his tone remained soft, you knew he wasn't being serious. “I know you can fight, hell, your magic might even be better than Frost's, but-” he paused, sighing, “if something were to happen to you, I'm not quite sure what I'd do…”

Your eyes widened, snapping up to look at him, however his were trained on everything that wasn't you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, was The Gideon Coal confessing?

You reached up to grab his hand, entwining your fingers in his.

“You see that's just unfair Gideon,” you spoke softly, which caught his attention. His gaze finally met your warm one. “Because if something happened to you, what on earth would I do without you?”

He stilled, taking in a quick breath, and then all at once the dam broke.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he encircled your torso. He was so big that it took no effort for him to cocoon you entirely. Lips crashing into each other as your teeth knocked together.

There was no time to think, all these months of flirting, and pining, and worrying are now let loose in this dark tent.

His hands were everywhere they could reach on your body, feeling everything they could, your own went up to his hair and tangled in the warm fiery strands. They didn't burn you, it was an interesting sensation, almost like it was and wasn't there at the same time. Just like the mustache that was currently tickling your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses down your throat.

You gasped and squirmed under him which only spurred him on more. He started to nip at the soft skin of your clavicle. You let a low moan slip past your lips as you took 1d4 piercing damage.

“Sh darling, we don't want those chuckle fucks outside hearing your pretty voice do we?” He grinned and pressed his mouth back into yours, licking at your lower lip to gain access which you greedily allowed. You could feel the sweat running down your back as your tongues battled for dominance. Saliva pooled at the edges of your mouth, you were both breathing through your noses harshly, neither one wanting to lose to the other.

His fingers began trailing up your shirt, the feel of his heated skin on yours making you jerk against him.

“Is this alright babe?” He whispered against your mouth.

All you could do was nod furiously, you wanted it, all of him, everything.

The temperature was rising dramatically in your little tent and that's when you smelled. Smoke.

You peered up a little dreamily at the roof of your small adventurers tent and where Gid's head reached you noticed it had caught fire and was burning a hole right through the top.

“Gideon!” You pushed him off.

“What!? Where's the fire?!” He looked alarmed and ready to fight.

“Get out the tent! You set the damn thing on fire!” You pushed him out and ran to Gricko who had created the water to put out the blazing tent.

You sighed at the person sized hole in your tent. “Won't really be good for keeping out the elements.”

“Don't worry, you can sleep in my tent tonight.” Gideon wrapped an arm around you, he had a devious smirk on his face.

“Your argument must've gotten really heated.” Gricko stated as he finished pouring the water over your bedroom because it had also started to smolder.

“From a certain point of view...” You and Gideon burst out laughing as the two of you slowly made your way to his tent, leaving behind a very confused Gricko.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed yourself, I know you wanted something a little spicier, but I get so nervous writing in general and even more so writing nsfw stuff.

Also, I'm sorry about the piercing damage joke, but it made me laugh so much I had to keep it in.

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What I think it would be like to cuddle with the OUAW lads!!! (+ Hootsie!)

This is all coming from someone who's only at like episode 5/6 💔 I just really love these little goobers. Also, all of these are written weirdly because I'm literally just writing whatever thought pops into my head, so different characters with have different situations and things like that, so please bare with me!!!

With Kremy, about half of your cuddles end up with Gideon aswell. They're a package deal, and you know it. Now, he won't ask for cuddles, you have to be the one to initiate it. He also isn't a massive fan of PDA, but he won't object if you want to cuddle up to him in the day. After all, he gets to show off his amazing partner and smugly stare back at any jealous onlookers. He won't deny that he very much enjoys the jealous that radiates off of people and monsters alike when they see him with his amazing partners. He definitely comes up behind you and hugs your waist with his head over your shoulder, so he can watch what you're doing. Once he puts his arms around you though, he often decides that he's had enough of other people and that's when you can sneak in a few cuddles.

He would lie on his back and hold you while you rest your head on his chest and he definitely wouldn't be complaining if you ran your fingers over his scales while you both got comfortable. It is a DREAM to cuddle up to him in summer, he might wrap himself around you just so you can be a bit more comfortable in the heat. He also wraps his tail around you. When all three of you cuddle, you two rest on either side of Gideon. He's your guys favourite pillow! (This is totally not an idea that I borrowed from the-unexpected-council, go check them out if you like OUAW x reader content because they are FIRE!!!) But when you are separated by Gideon, and you had your hand up on his chest, Kremy would hold yours. You basically trap Gideon under your arms and all three of you couldn't be happier.

Though, Kremy definitely has a skin(scale?)-care routine. He probably sleeps with some sort of face cream or face mask on. He would be thrilled if you both did your skincare together, it's something special for you both to do... even though it would end up with you both laying like mummies try not to mess up your skin. Gideon would not be impressed if you were all going to bed together, like you usually do.

Gideon is one of the BEST cuddlers in the group (totally not biased or anything...) and he absolutely loves physical affection, PDA, cuddling- he LOVES it. He will show off you and Kremy, he doesn't care that he's openly showing off. When he's ready for bed, he will just pick you up and walk off. He will only pick up Kremy if he is over-working himself and stressed out... or if he just wants to mess with him. He would definitely pick you and Kremy up, sling you both over his shoulders and grin as you both laugh. He might do a couple spins though, just to hear you both cackle.

When you're going to bed, if you want to, he will let you pick out some sleeping clothes. This is mainly in winter, since he wouldn't wear that much to bed in the warmer seasons. He would laugh if you pick out the cupcake chad shirt, he would put it on though... and probably flex for you. He doesn't care too much about what he wears, as long as he's comfortable. But, he's occasionally going to want to pick what YOU wear, be warned.

Once you're in bed, you're in bed and you arent getting up to he is. He has an almost iron grip on you if you cuddle up just in his arms, he has tried to fix this but he just loves you so much- even in his sleep. You could probably wiggle out with Kremys help, but if he's not there you're gonna be stuck. Like I said earlier, when you all go to bed together, he lays in the middle while you and Kremy lay on either side of him. He will get a little huffy if you cuddle up to Kremy, while he's there too but he gets over it once you go back to your place at his side.

Once the cold season comes around, he's more then happy to absolutely smother you two in cuddles. If you were stuck outside, camping in the cold or snow, he would become stressed and protective of both you and Kremy. Not that he isn't already protective, he IS a bodyguard after all but he almost always near you two- just to be sure that the cold won't cause you harm. He definitely keeps you two close, especially when you're going to bed. The idea of waking up and having lost one or both of you to the cold absolutely terrifies him so he ends up over-heating the tent. But, once you're all awake and realise what's going on, you both give him comfort and you're all able to sleep again.

(If someone wrote a little fanfic about this, I totally wouldn't fall inlove with them or anything...)

Frost isn't necessarily a cuddler, not that he doesn't enjoy it! He's just not used to it, you know? You'd have to get him used to it, but once he is used to it... every opportunity to cuddle is taken. If you were in a colder environment, it doesnt matter if you can handle tk the cold or not, he wrap you in his robe, especially if you are alot smaller than him. It has a very earthy smell, maybe a little minty aswell.

I believe his personal favourite form of cuddling would be when he's reading and you're in sit lap, curled up into his fuzzy chest. He won't mind you end up taking a nap or if you decide to pet his fur, he just likes having you with him. If you have explored the OUAW x reader tag, then you have probably seen this headcannon hundreds of times but he absolutely purs. It's not like loud pur, so it's not super noticeable. I think he would do it without thinking, kind of like when you hum when you do something. If you do that, he definitely loves it.

As for sleeping positions, I think Frost would like god ol fashioned spooning. He would be the big spoon, so that he gets to sleepily groom you. He probably also likes to rub his face on your head and neck aswell, the way cats do when they are rubbing up all on you. If you pet him while you guys are cuddling, he is most definitely going to fall asleep. BUT, I think he always tries to fall asleep after you. He would like to see you're sleeping face, at peace and without worry.

If you have trouble sleeping (me too king, me too 💔), he has solutions for you! Now. The obivous choice is just using magic to help you sleep, but there are many other options! He would love to read to you! Not only does he get to read, he gets to help you sleep! Or he could give you back or head scratches, gently running his claws over your skin (not enough to cut you, don't worry).

If you're cuddling with Gricko, you're cuddling with Hootsie too, they're a package deal too! I believe Gricko would either lay on top of you or your right up next to you. I think he would like to listen to your heartbeat, he would find it calming. He would lay on your chest, he doesn't mind if you wrap your arms around him like an oversized teddy-bear or if you sleep like a starfish. Hootsie will either lay right up next to you, on your legs or just on the end of the bed. On rare occasions she will take your spot on the bed and you and Gricko will have to lay around her because you can't wake her up! She's a growing girl, she needs all the enegery she can get!

If he came back to camp or wherever you were all staying and found you asleep, with Hootsie cuddled up in your arms, he would be ready to propose on the spot. You would wake up to both Gricko AND Hootise curled up in arms and wrapped in an oversized blanket. It wouldn't surprise me if you fell asleep alone and ended up with the two of them curled up to you, they just love you so much!!!

At night, when you're all ready for bed- if you have hair/hair long enough to, he would braid it for you so it doesn't get all messed up in your sleep. If you had a skincare routine, he would also help you with that if he could. Though, you might wanna keep Hootsie away from all the nice smelling face creams. Maybe you should try to dry your face off too, you might wake up and find the owl bear licking your face. If you don't, you won't have any face cream left and she will have a tummy ache, and you don't want that!

Torbek is definitely a cuddler. He's so touch starved, he definitely takes advantage of any touch he can get. Though, cuddling with him would probably be a little... strange, due to his height and lanky limbs. He would completely wrap himself around you, and completely envelop you in his fur. To anyone else, it would look like the bugbear was just curled up and hugging himself. But they're wrong! He has his wonderful partner with him!!! If you were laying down together, he'd have to lay on his side because... you know, the canisters on his back. Again, he probably wraps himself around you...

Unless. He likes to feel protected, so no matter his or your height, he's gonna try and curl into you. He wants to be spooned!!! You would both lay on your sides, Torbeks head either in the crook of your neck or jammed into your chest with your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his torso. He would try to bring his legs up aswell, as much as he can atleast so he can tangle them with yours. His arms would definitely be around you, that's for sure. Kind of like the face-to-face embrace.

Though... if you decide to cuddle with Torbek, you might wanna make sure he takes a bath first. Not only is he a stinky guy, it's probably really hard to keep all the fur clean when you are living with the crew- lord knows they get into chaos every three seconds. You could help him though!!! He would probably ask you to help him anyway, not only is it an excuse to be close to you but he gets to get your hands all over him AND he gets clean!!! Three in one! He would be so soft when dry and clean... and also he might become way too fluffy- like a cat after they're blow dried.

I hope you enjoyed!!! This took me a few days to get out, my motivation has been really off and on and it's been so annoying but I finally managed to get this done so I can move onto something else. Thank fuck😭

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BOOK 1 BITTERSWEET CROWN | Lando Norris Prince Lando of Vermora is getting into an arranged marriage, which means all local businesses will be examined to provide for the royal wedding. Y/N and her mum's bakery is the chosen one to supply for everything related on the royal wedding desserts, locking them into an agreement they can't refuse while they'll start being owned by the Norris' family. Even everything seems a problem, Y/N finds the perfect opportunity to try finding out why the Norris family made his father disappear. ↳ One shot coming up on June 17th, 2025 ⋆ Book release on September 2025

BOOK 2 ROYAL REPLAY | Charles Leclerc Prince Charles Leclerc of Caelondrose is caught too close with Y/N, a mysterious top Formula 1 driver who has close contact with republican ties. As both of them are in serious problems with everything being posted on social media, and everyone talking about it, the best solution the royal family and Y/N's PR find is selling to the world a fake engagement by a reality series starring both of them. ↳ One shot coming up on June 18th, 2025

BOOK 3 SILENT REIGN | Sebastian Vettel King Sebastian Vettel of Grendwalt lost his wife five years ago under strange circumstances. Now, as his daughters grow up and there are more controversies involving his kingdom and himself, he decides to get help from Y/N, a commoner that might know a few secrets that could put his kingdom to an end but, in front of others, might have to act as the princesses' nanny. ↳ One shot coming up on June 19th, 2025

BOOK 4 SOVEREIGN SILENCE | Max Verstappen Prince Max Verstappen of Solvaris is the next in line to the throne, but he doesn't want to be part of it, specially not under his father's shadow. When rebellious journalist and activist Y/N starts asking him questions that start generating international controversy, everyone starts wondering if the Verstappens are really the royal family who should be in charge of the kingdom. ↳ One shot coming up on June 20th, 2025

BOOK 5 CROWNED GAME | Mick Schumacher Prince Mick Schumacher of Valstrasse doesn't know if being a king is what really fits him, especially when he starts ruling his kingdom right after his dad's health worsening. Even when he should be focusing on trying to make lives better, he decides to keep going with the secret life he's been having for a few years now as an amateur hockey player from a team where everyone keeps their identities as a secret. However, Mick knows his reign might be at risk when one of the people he shares team with discovers who he really is. ↳ One shot coming up on June 21st, 2025

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[whateverwillbewilderme]

General headcanons for the OUAW crew

I just think they’re neat :) idk what else to call these but general relationship headcanons

Frost 🐅

- rubs his face against you affectionately (his whiskers tickle and he knows, he just likes to mess with you)

- when y’all stand next to each other, he’ll flick you with his tail while pretending he isn’t doing anything.

- when y’all sleep together, he traces shapes into your skin with his claws.

- tigers can’t purr but this is dnd and I can say what I want, so he does purr himself to sleep.

- Makes muffins with his paws in his sleep

- Makes you sit with him when he meditates because he thinks you need it more than he does (but knows you won’t do it if he doesn’t do it with you).

Gricko🦉

- pretends that his index fingers are drumsticks and plays a ‘sick’ drum solo on any table he’s sitting at

- Grickos the type of guy to learn how to braid his s/o’s hair if it was long enough so if you have long hair expect him to pout and complain until you let him braid it.

- pretends to be sick whenever y’all wake up and says that yours and Hootsies love will cure him.

- Secretly loves bumping his nose against yours when you lean in to kiss him.

- When you’re mad at him he’ll sit next to you with Hootsie in his lap and tell her how much he loves you so that you’ll overhear. “And they’re so nice, and they are so talented, and they love me very much even though they’re mad at me :)”

Kremy🐊

- makes you sit with him while he cooks. Even if neither of you are talking he just likes to share the space with you.

- Speaking of the kitchen, it’s his favorite place to dance with you. While he lets his dishes simmer over the stove, he’s laughing and dancing with you.

- You’re his go to taste tester. “Here Cher, is it too spicy?”. Your taste preferences always come first and everyone else knows it.

- Gator courting rituals ❤️❤️❤️ he’s rubbing up against you and bellowing at random.

- Likes to share a nice bath with you and flick you with water with his tail.

- Is cold blooded so as much as he hates to admit it, he loves cuddling with you.

Gideon🔥

- this man loves to puff his chest out and do ‘manly’ things for you. “You need help lifting that? Yeah you do give it here >:)”

- Let’s you help him shave, says he can never get a clean cut like you can.

- If you smoke, he gets cocky and shotguns smoke with you.

- When y’all sit next to each other his hand stays planted on your thigh, squeezing and groping at it whenever he catches your eye in conversation.

- Picks you up for no reason. If he’s tired and wants to go to bed he just slings you over his shoulder. If you’re talking to someone else for too long he just picks you up by the waist and give the other person the stink eye for taking your attention.

Torbek🪳🧸

- Needy needy bugbear man

- Yearns to be held at all times. He inches closer to you until you either wrap your arm around him or let him lay his head in your lap.

- Threw clementine away when he realized he loved you “Torbek is sorry about this…”

- He’s a bad kisser but it’s okay cause he’s cute and means well.

- Loves when you bathe with him. He’ll stay soggy forever if it means you’ll play with his fur.

- When you’re not looking Torbek sprays himself down with your perfume so he can smell and be close to you even when you’re not around (he wastes a lot of perfume doing this)

[oo-delallymrcrow]

Mating Season

Summary: it's mating season for two of the boys. Frost and Torbek, separately of course.

A/N: NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! 👉👈 I didn't realize how long this was going to be.... @pustak31 gave me this wonderful idea! Kremy was apart of this ask but I think I'll add him to another fic that has mating elements to it 👀

Frost

You don't really know how you got here…. But you're here as you can't stop shaking at how Frost pounds into you from behind.

It was cold, the snow fluttering outside when you noticed the change in Frost. He had told you about this once, the changing of the season indicating that it was time to mate. It made you blush but you moved past that, keeping to the back of your mind until now.

You found Frost sniffing you a lot more, holding you to him as he nosed at your neck. The sounds that emitted from him, the low growls.

He had started to groom you. He would brush your hair, even of you just did. Join you in the bathroom a lot more to just bathe you. You enjoyed that part, not to say you didn't enjoy all of it. He was tender as he lathered your hair and gently scrubbed your skin. You noticed that he would linger around your most sensitive parts before continuing the bath.

Once you were out, he would dry you, brush your hair, and toss you into bed before rubbing his face all over you.

You giggled and let him continue, rubbing his face against your cheek before he let his hands wander. He gently ran a hand down your soft tummy before moving to kneel between your legs.

Your breath hitched as he hiked your legs up and quickly laid down, pressing a kiss to your hips before going down.

He took his hands and used his thumbs to open your lips, shivering as your pussy was on full display. He pressed his wide tongue against you, slowly licking up and circling your clit before doing it again.

You slapped a hand to your mouth as you cried out and arched up. You pressed your other hand to the top of his head, petting the fur before pushing his head. Whether away from you or towards you, you weren't sure as he hummed.

“Delectable,” he murmured before licking your clit and pulling away.

He climbed over you as you tried to reach for him. You were turned over quickly as Frost pulled your hips up and you were faced down in the mattress.

You heard the shuffling of clothes before your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock sliding against your folds. You whined and looked back at Frost.

“Frost, please.”

He kept eye contact with you as he slowly pushed himself in. You tried to keep your eyes open but the feeling was too much.

You pushed your face into the mattress with a cry as he fully pressed himself against you. He leaned over you to kiss your shoulder.

“That's a good girl. Stay just like this for me.”

He whispered into your ear before he pulled out and slammed back into you. You cried out almost like a scream as he started at a fast and hard pace. You squirmed and reaches out with your hands to grab at your pillow to dampen the noises escaping before he grabbed it and threw it to the side.

“No need for that dear. I want to hear you as I make you cum.”

You jumped at the feeling of a hand on your clit, rubbing it slowly. The difference between his hips and the hand was making you feel that orgasm build faster and faster. He leaned down again as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Sorry for this my dear,” he murmured before lightly biting down.

Your orgasm hit you faster than you thought possible as you cried and pushed your hips back against his. Your whole body was trembling as Frost growled against you and you heard a rip as his claws dug into the sheet. As you came down from your high, you whined as Frost slowed his pace.

“Frost,” you whispered as he pulled his teeth from your shoulder.

He licked at the wound as he kept his slow pace.

“Hmm very good. I think we're going to keep going.”

You whined as he slammed into you and paused. He leaned up and grabbed your hips.

“We don't have anything to do tomorrow.”

Torbek

You have had a shadow all day. It was kinda normal for you, Torbek staying with you and helping you out with whatever you were doing. Usually if someone asked him for help or he wanted to go do his own thing he would. But right now he was just right behind you with everything. You couldn't walk five steps without the bugbear right behind.

If you thought that was weird, it got worse when Gideon started talking to you. He was joking around with you like usual and placed a hand on your shoulder.

His hand was ripped off you and you heard Gideon yell ‘what the fuck’ as Torbek slammed him into the ground with a loud roar.

You blinked in shock as Gideon tried to fight Torbek off of him as he swiped his claws and snapped his teeth. You yelled out as Frost and Kremy ran in at the commotion.

“Torbek!” You yelled out, making him freeze for a second before he moved to stand behind you.

He pulled you to him as he huffed and growled in Gideon's direction as Frost helped Gideon up.

Kremy gestured out, “what the fuck was that!”

“He just attacked me out of nowhere! What the hell was that man?”

“Torbek didn't like you touching my (Y/N),” he huffed as he squeezed you tighter.

“Torbek? Are you feeling overprotective of (Y/N)? Staying close to her?”

Frost looked from Torbek to you

“Yes.”

“Hmm, I believe Torbek is in his mating season.”

It got so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.

You looked up at Torbek, seeing his eyes get wide, before he burrowed his face into your hair. You sighed and looked back at the guys.

“I think I'll take him to my room for….awhile.”

Frost nodded his head in agreement as Kremy helped Gideon stand on his feet as you lead Torbek to your room.

Once you got there, Torbek moved you to the bed while pulling your clothes off. Your breath hitched as he ran a claw down your body. Softly tracing your curves as your body shivered in excitement.

“Torbek-”

You never got to finish your sentence as you were picked up and thrown onto the bed. He climbed onto of you, already removing his clothes to grab your legs and push them up. You squealed and tried to cover your naked pussy as he growled and pushed your hands away.

He used one hand to spread your lips and the other to line his cock up and push into you. You cried out at the intrusion, not prepared to take such a large thing.

He was kind enough to stop and give you a minute to catch your breath before he continued pushing in. You couldn't stop your body from shaking and the tears that spilled down your face as he kept going.

It wasn't until he nuzzled into your neck that you realized you were tense and crying. He had stopped and pressed a few kisses to your neck to comfort you.

“T-Torbek,” you gasped as you felt something warm inside of you. Something different.

You could see the witchlight in the canisters bubble and shine brightly as he gently pulled out and pushed in again.

Oh?

Oh!

You looked down to where you were connected through bleary eyes as you saw purple goo?

“Torbek can make it better. It will feel good I promise.”

He pushed himself up to watch you as you felt a nice haze come over you. You gasped and moaned as the feeling of euphoria started to slowly run through you. Your hands shook as you ran your hands through his fur and gripped his shoulders as your toes curled and you pressed up onto him.

The feeling of your orgasm was different. It was like the sun warming your skin. Your back arched and you let out a small cry as it hit you.

You slowly relaxed into the bed as Torbek slowly pushed himself in and out of you. Keeping a lazy pace as he nosed at your neck.

“Torbek discovered witchlight is a wonderful aphrodisiac for you. It helps keep you slick for Torbek,” he groaned against you.

All you could do was nod as you pulled his face to you for a soft kiss. Keeping your lips close together as he kept his pace. You whined and tried to move your hips to indicate to go faster.

“Torbek is in no hurry. Torbek has a few days before he'll let you go.”

Your eyes rolled back as the pressure on your clit and the constant motion made you cum again.

[the-unexplained-council]

Stay A While? ;; Morning Frost

Legends of Avantris; Once Upon A Witchlight

Summary: After yet another sleepless night, you spend some time with Mornjng Frost while he’s on his look out shift. You’re not the only one tired, and when your brain is tired some things like to slip out.

CW: n/a

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: your friendly neighborhood insomniac author is back with a short fic I conjured up after an unintentional all nighter. if there’s any mistakes i apologize!! hope you enjoy 🙏

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Your heavy eyelids consumed your features. The sound of whistling wind echoed in your ears, rippling against the canopy above. You felt the cold ground spring up, making you silently curse to yourself for improperly fastening the padding. You sighed, closing your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time.

Sleep didn’t come.

It was late, or rather early. No matter how much you traveled from dusk till dawn, no matter the extra filling of warm helpings of dinner, your body wasn’t allowing you rest. It’s not like it was the only time, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

With a defeated gruff, you sat up and spooned your hands into your lap, dipping your head in lazy defeat. What else could you do other than finally give up? If you fell asleep now, you were sure to oversleep. There was a lot of traveling left to do until the next town, there was no point.

“Another night?”

You lifted your head over towards the tabaxi that sat on the far side of the campfire, his ribboned journal in hand with a pencil in the other. His golden eyes lazed over you, not exactly bored, but not entertained in the slightest. His hood was down, a rare sight for the tabaxi, and his tail loosely curled around his feet. His ears lazily responded to any sounds of the forest all around you, though his body remained still.

You looked towards the dying fire, frowning. Sitting in a much more comfortable position for yourself, you nodded soundlessly in response. The tabaxi softly closed his journal, ribbon marking the page he left off on, before he stashed it away into his bag which sat beside him.

“Is there a reason?”

You didn’t look away from the fire, your mentality smoothie-fied due to the lack of rest for the past 24 hours, maybe more. Sometimes there was a reason, sometimes there just wasn’t. What was it this time? Nothing came to mind, of course.

“No,” you meekly replied, throat hoarse from the lack of talking for however many hours everyone had been laying down for. You turned your head over to Frost, who’s arms were now loosely crossed across his chest with his eyes closed. “Did you know I was awake?”

“I did, yes,” he opened his eyes again, golden eyes on you. The glint of the dying fire lit them up more. “Though, I have never known you to want to be disturbed when you are actively trying to rest, even if you can’t.”

You hummed in response, looking over the others who also laid under the canopy. They were all in their little piles, the sounds of Gideon’s and Gricko’s snores echoing around the area with the background of fire cracklings. Once you knew they were all contently asleep, you brought yourself to your feet.

Sensing your quiet request, Frost gave a silent nod and gestured to the placement beside him with the flick of his tail. You walked over, careful to mind your step over Torbek’s long arm and Kremy’s tail, before you sat beside the sorcerer.

It was a comfortable silence, the snoring of your friends with the crackling of a dying fire, the nocturnal forest life around you, and the soft little thumps here and there from Hootsie’s ‘sleep stompies.’ The silence with Frost was always comfortable, you couldn’t deny that. No matter what, if you had to deal with not talking to anyone for one hundred years, you’d choose to do it with Frost.

The wind blew, icing your exposed skin. You held yourself, letting out a chilled huff.

“Would you like a blanket?”

“No thanks, I’m okay,” you responded a little too quickly, earning a curious slight turn of the tabaxi’s head, his eyebrow quirked. You swallowed a bit, realizing you were suddenly a little thirsty. “I’ll be alright for now, just a little wind.”

The tabaxi was silent for a moment, thoughts undoubtedly stirring in his head. “I don’t mean to intrude,” he started cautiously, as if choosing his words wisely. “However I have noticed lately how restless you’ve been. Not just in a sleepless sense, but even when you’re awake you seem.. disturbed, mayhaps a little distracted. If I may, I want to ask what is really on your mind.”

You licked your lips a little, avoiding the tabaxi’s eyes. It was true, you guess you had been pretty.. out of sorts lately. With the recent stressors of the carnival being ran to shambles, and only a week—maybe a week and a half to be generous—of constant, agonizing stress and mental gymnastics and physical wear and tear. It was getting to you, was it not for everyone else? Was everyone else not being hammered with constant anxiety being here? Other than Torbek of course, he was anxious even before this hellfire. You knew Kremy was worried about his debts being paid to Garou, wasn’t everyone? But that seemed to be the only thing really weighing him down, though you were sure it wasn’t due to how well he hid everything else. Neat, precise, just how he wants it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Brought to reality from your thoughts, you looked at Frost. His hands laid neatly in his lap, legs crossed and his tail curled around him. His half lidded eyes hooded his full expression, his body undoubtedly also tired from his night watch shift. It was a sincere question, his mind was grinding, you could see it in the ways his fingers twitched here and there, tail tip in tow.

“Any great ideas?” You humored, wanting to know what he’d come up with. Part of you already knew there wasn’t much hope, you tried pretty much everything yourself. Exercise, background noise, winding down with a book or scribbling, herbs, teas, it never worked. Maybe there was something you never tried, something he’d offer and it would help. The other part of you hoped Frost would come to your exhausted rescue.

Frost was silent for a moment, his eyes drifting to the side for just a moment. “Have you ever, perhaps.. talked your exhaustion out? As in talking until your body gives in? Or, perhaps if you wouldn’t like that, maybe have someone massage your shoulders?” He looked back at you. “I have heard it works for some individuals. I know talking often works best for Kremy, and massaging works best for Gideon when he has his difficult nights. Everyone is different, I’m sure if those don’t work something else will.”

You gave him a confused look, never having heard about those options before. You supposed they made sense, though you weren’t sure if they’d work. You yawned, used to the lack of oxygen to your brain at this time of night/morning. You shrugged at his suggestions, neither denying nor accepting either option to try.

Frost turned his attention to the fire, humming softly. The both of you sat there for a moment, comfortable silence surrounding you.

You looking up at the tabaxi, titling your head just slightly in your tired curiosity. “Would you like to do that?”

“Me?” He looked at you again, surprise in his golden eyes.

You nodded, shifting slightly closer and tenderly laying your head on his shoulder. “I can take watch,” you offered. “I can help you sleep.”

“I am not as tired as you think I am,” Frost spoke softly, the snaking of his tail wrapping around your waist tickling you. He laid his head against yours, a sigh escaping his nose. “Besides, I offered to help you, it would be rude to turn it towards myself.”

You laughed a little, shaking your shoulders as you did so. You looked down at the tabaxi’s lap, gently placing a hand over his paw. You felt the sorcerer relax when you did, his tail curling around you tighter. “Then let’s help each other?” It came out as a question more than a statement, a request.

Frost loved requests.

“I like that arrangement,” he thrilled out, a quiet excitement. He turned his upward, meeting your hand roll into his palm. He held your hand, rubbing the back of it in a gentle massaging motion. You closed your eyes, relaxing into the feeling of Frost beside you. “Would you like it if we wake Kremy for his watch shift?”

You hummed, trying to form a proper thought in your mind. A tired ‘nah’ rolled off of your tongue, turning your head to bury your face into his arm. Frost chuckled softly, carefully adjusting his body so his chest would face you. You happily obliged, lazily crawling half into his lap, legs sprawled out behind you and everything else on the tabaxi. He chuckled again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest. He laid down, stretching out his own legs from their previously crossed position. He gently began to run claws through your hair, careful not to nic you on any knots or bumps.

“If cuddling someone is all you need, you could have always asked,” Frost quietly played, earning a very tired chuckle from you. You nuzzled into his chest more, arms wrapping around his torso. “I’m sure anyone would be happy to oblige.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes closing on their own. Frost continued to brush your hair tenderly with his claws, his other paw rubbing gentle circles into your middle back. Soon, you heard a rumbling, felt a rumbling. You were confused for a moment, only to realize it was coming from Frost’s chest. He was purring, soft yet deep in his chest. God, was it music to your ears.

“I think I like yours the best,” you sleepily slurred. This earned a gentle rub to your spine in acknowledgment, which you happily took. “Gideon is full muscle, not a pillow.. Kremy is Kremy.. Gricko snores the loudest.. Hootsie is fine, she just moves around a lot.. Torbek acts like if he moves an inch he’ll break me somehow.. and Twig moves more then Hootsie does-“

Frost chuckled, bouncing you as his chest did. “I’ve gotten so used to it all I barely notice,” Frost confessed, his hand rubbing up and down your spine in gentle and precise motions. “Sometimes I wake up with Gricko’s feet in my face and I can’t remember the last time I really cared that I did.”

You fake gagged at the thought, which Frost found amusing. You couldn’t imagine that, you’d probably gag as soon as you woke up.

Frost shifted, lifting you up slightly which made you squeak. You were brought up to his neck, which you found much cozier. You buried your face into his neck, letting the fuzziness of his fur embrace you happily. You used an arm to reach up and play with the fur between his ears, feeling the softness of it all.

“When was the last time you’ve really cuddled with someone?” You absentmindedly asked, curiosity on your sleepy mind. You have seen Frost lay with the group on the sleep piles, and you’ve seen Hootsie and Frost snuggled beside each other countless times, but when was the last time the tabaxi has really held someone like this?

Frost hummed, leaning into your land for a moment. “I’m not quite sure, it’s been a very long time.”

“Why cuddle with me right now?” His tail beat against the ground softly with a soft ‘thud.’ You noticed his stuttering of movements on your back, though they didn’t stop. He seemed to have not been expecting that question.

You leaned away, supporting yourself on an arm to look the tabaxi in the face. He held your side up for some support, meeting your eyes, observing your eyes. His fur was slightly fluffed, something only someone he was close to would notice, it was so small.

He didn’t speak, only watched. You could see how his eyes moved that he was thinking, though what of? You didn’t quite understand, though you new the tabaxi never reacted this way unless there was a reason.

“Frost?” You called him to reality. He blinked. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” he answered honestly. “I just am.. debating how to properly put my words together.”

You smiled, playfully booping his nose. “Aw, don’t tell me you have a crush on me, Morning,” You were only teasing, playing around, though there was a flicker in Frost’s eyes. What was that? Fear? Anxiety? Morning Frost, anxious? You sat up, hands on his chest as you cradled him. “Wait, Frost, do you?”

Frost stayed laid down for a while, seemingly not sure what to say for a moment. He then sat up to join you, looking you in the eyes. “Yes,” he confessed softly. “I’m very sorry if that upsets you, I understand if this changes your image of me.”

You furrowed your brows, huffing and using a hand to take one of Frost’s arms and feel to take a hold of his hand. You held his hand to your stomach, offering him a soft smile. Frost looked at you, an unknown emotion in his eyes.

“Frost, that doesn’t change shit,” you smiled at him, laughing a little. He smiled a little in return. “Would I be snuggling up with you right now if I didn’t like you? Nonetheless cradling you? Frost, c’mon.” You both laughed a little. He sat up straighter, adjusting you to sit properly in his lap. He supported your back, watching your facial expressions carefully, tail neatly secured around your waist.

“I suppose not,” his smile faded slightly, his eyes shying away from yours. You caught it, just barely, but there was hesitation in his expression. You used a hand to gently hold his cheek, running your fingers through the beard-like fur there. He leaned into it, humming in satisfaction. He cupped that hand, gently grazing the top of it with his thumb. He turned his head, hesitating, before planting a very gentle and prominent kiss against the ball of your palm. It caused heat to flush your face, but you didn’t pull away. He noticed your reaction, pulling your hand from his cheek. “Was that too forward?”

You stammered to find words, flustered and surprised. Frost frowned, shifting immediately to try and set you off of his lap. You grabbed his arms, making him pause. You stopped for just a moment, admiring him as the rising sun and began to frame his perfect features. There wasn’t much room to think between the slight panic and the gummed sleep deprivation you suffered from.

You kissed him.

He paused, surprised by your gesture before he melted into the kiss. You let his arms go, freeing him and allowing him to properly hold you, one arm was wrapped around your middle, the other loosely just below the back of your neck. His tail was wrapped around your waist, the tip rhythmetically tapping against your thigh in contentment.

And boy, could that man purr.

He carefully pulled away from the kiss, a prominent upward smile on his lips. His ears were fluffed, forward facing you. His pupils were large, the gold accenting the black core in the middle. If he wasn’t a six foot predator you would have thought he was a kitten with how excited he looked.

You smiled sheepishly. “Stay a while?”

Frost glanced towards the now stirring pile, knowing it was almost time for Kremy to get up on schedule. He gently took your hand and kissed your knuckles, then very gently your forehead. Your face flushed at each kiss.

“Gladly. Now, should we wake Kremy up so you can at least take a nap? I’ll carry you if you’d like me to when we travel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the sun orange and pristine. “Only if you agree to be my boyfriend.”

The tabaxi’s tail flicked, whiskers twitching.

“I think I’d be a fool to say no.”

[goddammit-grace]

Gideon Coal x Reader

Fandom: Legends of Avantris (Once Upon a Witchlight)

Characters: Gideon Coal, mentions of Gricko Grimgrin and Morning Frost

Rating: Teen? Mentions of violence but nothing too major- just some angsty fluff I might revisit with some ~less innocent~ themes later

Words: 726

This has been in my head for about a week now and I don’t think it’s finished yet, but we also need more content in the LoA fandom and I am here to provide

The Krew had stumbled into the Feywild outpost the night before, run ragged by their latest monster encounter. Gideon had been roughed up pretty severely, but thanks to the expertise of Gricko and Morning Frost, was only experiencing a ghost of the pain.

After a night of rest he supposed everyone was feeling more themselves. They were off pursuing their own pleasures, exploring what the outpost had to offer.

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Gideon tried not to be too obvious as he watched you from across the bar. He always thought you were beautiful, but with the dirt and blood from the journey washed off, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

Your auburn hair caught the dim light in the bar as you danced around, listening to the trio of bards performing. Another patron next to you said something and Gideon watched, unable to hear your voices, as you threw your head back and laughed.

A pang of jealousy stabbed at Gideon’s chest as he watched the scene unfold. He should be the one making that laugh erupt from you- not some stranger in the Feywild. He knocked back the last sips of his whiskey, savoring the sting as it went down, and signaled the barkeep for another round.

He continued to watch you for a few more songs, the whiskey warming his already hot body. The music slowed as Gideon noticed a familiar emerald robe make its way towards you. Frost pulled down his hood when he reached you and Gideon watched as you rest your hands on his shoulders, preparing to dance with the Tabaxi. Suddenly, Gideon’s jealousy was warming him more than the whiskey was.

Gideon gripped Morning Frost by the scruff at the back of his neck, a little more aggressively than absolutely necessary, and your eyes widen. When you register that it’s Gideon who is tearing Frost away from you, a grin breaks out on your face. You send a mental thanks to the Tabaxi and he mirrors your smile as he leaves the tavern, most likely returning to his room to meditate.

“Feeling a little jealous, Gideon?”

“Huh? Wa- no!” He gently places his large hands on your waist and can feel the fire Genasi’s heat through your dress. “I just think that Frosty needs to keep his paws to himself.”

“And what about you? Do you need to keep your paws to yourself?” You place your hands on Gideon’s broad chest and look up at him.

“I don’t have paws,” Gideon huffs and pulls you closer to his body. You laugh and pull one of his hands up to yours.

“I don’t know Gid,” you line your hands up palm to palm and splay your fingers out. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Gideon looks at your small hand pressed up against his much larger one and entwines your fingers. He brings your hand to his face and kisses the back of it. You smile at him softly and lay your head against his chest. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and begins to sway the two of you to the gentle music, never letting go of your hand. You lose track of time, just enjoying each other’s company until the bards announce their last song.

“You really scared me out there Gideon,” you whisper and pull back from his embrace to look him in the eyes. “I wasn’t sure that Frost was going to get to you in time, or-or-or that Gricko had enough banañas left, a-a-and…”

Your words catch in your throat and tears prick your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey now,” Gideon gathers you in his arms again and hugs you close, his mouth right above your ear as he says, “it’s okay. I’m here. I’m okay.”

You press your face into Gideon’s chest and sniffle, trying to regain your composure. The final song of the night ends with a flourish. Neither you or Gideon make a move to release the other.

“Stay with me?” Gideon’s voice is soft as he finally loosens his grip around your waist to look in your eyes. Your heart melts at the softness in his voice. You nod and let him guide you up the stairs to his room. It makes the simple act of opening the door more difficult than it needs to be, but you don’t let go of Gideon’s hand.

[nerdywitchgeek]

Her Heart's Love: Heading Home

Pairing: Gricko Grimgrin x fem!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter except for feels I guess. Uh, we kill a baby and then take part of a trip down memory lane. We are absolutely in love with Gricko, Athena is a bit of a bitch, aside from that nothing.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: If anyone wants to try and make a little time skip/text separator thing for this, I would be eternally grateful because I'm not creative enough to make my own. I will be posting on AO3 and eventually get a masterlist for this up. Maybe.

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I pace around the camp, my plans scattered on the crappy wooden desk in front of me, the building around me was put up in the second year of this war. It wasn’t supposed to last this long, and tonight would be the night that it ends. I look back at my plans and walk outside to monitor the progress of the wooden horse being built, it’s a long shot, but it’ll get us inside long enough to kill the Drow and take back Iris, the woman who was kidnapped. Poor Nicholas, this long without knowing if his wife was safe or healthy. The horse was completed, we were only waiting for nightfall. I review my plan as Alice walks in, she’s a human, a wizard at that. One of the best I know, her beauty almost always hypnotizes the onlooker. With her storm-gray eyes, framed by dark lashes against her pale face, her chocolate hair cascading down her back. She has it pulled back in a braided bun now, and she looks down at me hopefully. 

“ Do you really think this will work? That we’ll finally be able to go home?” Her usually solid voice sounded breathy, no doubt ready to go home to her lover. 

“ I think tonight will be the last night of the war,” I begin, “We’re going to breach their walls and kill them from the inside.”

“ Did you consult Athena about this?”

“ Of course.”

Upon hearing that, she takes one last look at me before leaving to gather the men. I sigh, Athena was always in my head, watching over me. I understand that she’s my patron goddess, but to reside in my head the way she does, it feels… wrong. I shake this thought and walk over to the mirror I have. Taking in myself, being a halfling amongst so many humans, it was hard. I’ve proven myself though. Standing at 4 ½ feet tall, a decent amount taller than my husband. I trained to be a sage, trained to be a sorcerer and raised a rouge. I paced the room as I thought about what was to happen. We were about to massacre the enemy. 

Don’t disappoint me

Athena. I had to do this, if I didn’t everything I’ve trained my whole life for, was for nothing. She made me a general, and she won’t hesitate to take it away. I took one final breath before I put on my armor, it was new, gifted to me by Athena when she first started to train me. It magically adjusts to be my size as I’ve grown. It’s an exact replica of Athena’s, to show that I am her warrior, to strike fear in all who see me in it. I rarely wore it before the war, but now, it might as well be a second skin, I slept with it on for Gods sake! As my mind races thinking about this, I grab my shield and weapons, and leave to be the general I was trained to be. 

“Alright my brothers, listen closely, tonight we make the Drow pay. 10 years of war, we’ve killed each other slowly. Your families wonder where you’ve been, tonight will be the night we slay the enemy and go back to our homes. Nicholas, you’ll lead an army to the gates after we’ve gotten in, enlist chaos in their legions. Andreas will let us through the gates to take the city. Adonis, stay back with the archers, the rest, divide amongst us to receive your orders. Do this with whatever you fight for and live for in mind. Go, now,” I stood in front of our army and told them what to do, heart heavy with hope of seeing my family.

“What do you fight for?” Alice stands beside me and asks.

“ Gricko and Athos, what about you?” Was my weary response.

“ The only man who has ever captured my heart, Morning.”

“Of course it’s him, what else could I have expected. We best get going, it’s going to be nightfall soon, we’ll continue this conversation later.”

She nods and heads towards the horse. Ready to fight for our country.

Chaos. I stand on the wall of their city, watching the massacre with the Drow prince’s son in my arms. As I turn to face away from the bloodshed, I hear a voice, not Athena’s or either of the other two Gods whom I regularly talk to. This one booms with more authority.

“A vision, of what is to come, it’s inescapable. It can only be dealt with right here and now.”

“ Tell me how!” I exclaim.

“ I don’t think you’re ready. A mission, to kill someone’s son, a foe who won’t run. He is unlike anyone you have faced before-”

“ Say no more, I know that I’m ready.”

“ I don’t think you’re ready,” The voice is agitated now.

The boy in my arms starts to glow, bit by bit and I realize, he’s my foe.

“ It’s just an infant! It’s just a boy, what sort of threat does he pose that I can’t avoid?”

“ This is the son of none other than Drow’s very own prince Alton, you must know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger, one fueled by rage as you’re consumed by age. If you don’t end him now, you’ll have no one left to save. You can say goodbye to Gricko.”

“ I could raise him as my own! Send him far away from home, make sure his past is never known!”

“ He will burn your house and throne, he’ll find you wherever you go, the gods will make him know.”

“ I’d rather bleed for you! I’m on my knees, I’m begging please!”

“ He’s bringing you down to your knees. This is the will of the gods.”

“ Please don’t make me do this, don’t please!”

“ The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose. All you can do is choose…” The voice trails off, leaving me to my thoughts.

As I look down at the baby in my arms, looking at his blue eyes, I think back to Athos, he was an infant when I left, he couldn’t have been much older than the boy I’m looking at. I start to wonder if everything I man I’ve killed, if this is who I am now. Will I ever be able to go back home and live like I used to? Haunted by the men and the bodies that are lain to sleep below? My thoughts race as I look at him, his chubby face, those beautiful blue eyes that I’ve fallen in love with. He looks just like my son, with the same eyes as my husband. The eyes I dream of seeing again, the eyes that hold my heart, the eyes that show every emotion. I can see the fear and curiosity in the baby’s eyes, I can see his soul, how scared he is, how he seems to know what has happened to his family, how he seems to know my internal battle. Would killing this boy, would it haunt me every time I looked into my husband’s eyes? And what of my son? May I might as well be killing him at this moment in time? Killing off all hope for this boy’s future, but at what cost? My own life? Is this the only option I have? What if I do take him with me and raise him? What then?

All of a sudden, visions of the boy flash through my mind, visions of the boy growing up with my son. The boy seems happy, but then I see one of the gods talking to him, telling him what I did to his father and his mother. I feel the betrayal radiating off this boy as he slaughters my family, my friends, and my people. I see him stand over me as I beg him for forgiveness, my body weak. I feel the pain as he slashes through my body with my own sword, the sword that has the blood of his family on it. The sword with the blood of my family on it. 

I see visions of him coming for me after I sent him away, to a new home, I see him burn my city to the ground as he murders my son in front of me. I feel the blood splatter on my face as he drinks it from my son’s slit throat. I see my husband, desperately trying to escape, I see our adoptive daughter, Hootsie. He kills them all, mocking me the entire time before giving me mercy and killing me as well. I feel the dread, the heat from the blaze. 

If I drop this boy, would I become the monster? Where would I cross the line? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a comet become a meteor, when does a man become a monster? I realize I’m crying and shaking as I ask myself these questions. Where do we determine the line? When does one cross it? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When will I become the monster? 

“ Close your eyes, and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?” I whisper to the baby as I hiccup. 

I’m just a woman, trying to go home despite being away for so long. I’ve spent years, fighting for my life, just to go home and see my son and husband. Just so I can embrace them once more. 

“ Forgive me,” I whisper to him as I hold him close to my chest before extending my arms, “ Forgive me.”

I drop the boy off the wall and watch him fall, war rages on behind me as I contemplate what it is I just did. I watch him hit the rocks below, as his red blood seems to almost glow in the night. His once-blue swaddle became red. I stare down at it, imagining that that was my son who I just dropped. I saw him, the terror on his face as I let him go, the person holding him so dearly, so close. The person he thought would save him. Would I do that just so I can go home? I turn and watch as the Drow are slaughtered. It’s all my fault, all because I miss my family. Screams fill the night air as I realize that the line between man and monster is blurring. How does one fix this? I look down at my men, ruthless, just trying to go home. Are these the lengths we are willing to go to just to see our families? What would our families think? Gricko, would he even love me anymore? I’ve killed more than my fair share of innocent people, I’ve slaughtered families and burned homes. When will it all stop? I turn back around and watch as the blood of the baby soaks into the ground. I watch it until I hear cheers from my men, cheers of victory. But I can’t bring myself to be happy with them, my heart is heavy with the death of the boy. The boy who looked so much like my son. Is there a cost I won’t pay to go home?

*Le Time Skip*

“Are you ready to go?” Alice walks up to me, the fleet is waiting on me, and only me. 

I nod, still raw from what I had to do the night prior. Still thinking of the son of mine, and the fear in the boy’s eyes. I walk down to the ships and board my own. 600 men under my command, with only one goal in mind. To make it back home. 600 miles of open sea, but the problem’s not the distance it’s what lies in between. 

“ Captain,” Alexander said, “ we don’t have the rations or supplies to make it home, what will we do?”

“ Watch where the birds fly, they’ll lead us to land. There we’ll stop for food, my second in command,” I reply, looking to the sky for said creatures.

“ Captain,” Polites shouts out to me, “Look, there in the distance!”

I turn to look at where he’s pointing and see an island, presumably with food. But there’s a fire, without smoke? I don’t have time to consult Athena, so I make the best logical choice I can: Polites and I will go to the island for food and the rest will stay here, and if we don’t return by sundown, Alice will lead them to battle against the natives here. I informed the three here of said plan and left no room for argument. With that, we make way for the island as I get ready to go talk to the people there. 

We beach our small raft at the island, and walk into the jungle there, as we venture further, Polites and I start talking. About the island, the lack of people we’ve seen, everything.

“ You can relax my friend,” He starts, “I can tell you’re getting nervous so do yourself a service and try to relax my friend.”

“ I’m fine,” I respond.

“ Think of all that we have been through, we’ll survive what we get into,” He continues, “ I know you’re tired of all the war and bloodshed, tell me, is this how we’re supposed to live? Look at how you grip your sword, enough on that. Why should we take when we could give? You can show a person that you trust them when you let your guard down, here we have a chance for some adjustment. Give it a try, it’s not that hard. I’m telling you this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms. Whatever we face, we’ll be fine if we’re leading from the heart. No matter the place, we can light up the world, here’s how to start: greet the world with open arms.”

Just then, a group of people seem to jump out from the vibrant vegetation. My heart stops as I draw my sword, a sword that is now tinted red with blood. I slash at the barbarians with it as Polites watches, standing back-to-back with me. 

“ Get back!” I yell, seemingly growling the last word out.

“ My friend, greet the world with open arms,” Polites whispers as the creatures back away.

“ We’re only here for food, 600 men are waiting. If we don’t return they’ll burn this place to the ground,” I threaten.

They bring us some sort of fruit, one that seems to glow, the seeds being the source of the glowing. As I examine further, Polites goes on about how we can get so much from being nice to the people. I’m only half listening as I attempt to figure out what kind of fruit this is. As the natives start to chatter away with Polites, I realize that they eat lotus, a fruit that controls your mind. 

“ My friend, I wish that I could say that I agree, but look at the way this fruit is glowing and filled with glowing seeds. It took me a moment to realize what kind of fruit they eat, it’s a lotus, it controls your mind and never lets you free. That’s what we get with open arms,” I tell him, putting my hand on his shoulder. 

“ My friends,” He addresses the lotus eaters, “ Is there a place where we can eat, I want to prove to my friend that kindness is key. Is there other food we could have instead of this?”

“ A cave!” The people exclaim.

“ A cave?” Polites asks before turning back to me, smiling, “ Now we just need to figure out where this food-filled cave is. Can you tell us how to get there?”

“ East, that way!” They tell us, pointing in the direction.

“ Thank you,” we turn to start walking back to the fleet, ready to explore this cave, “ See? This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms. Whatever we face, we’ll be alright if we lead from the heart. Greet the world with open arms.”

Polites smiles as he talks, almost helping me forget the events of the war, but they still lay dormant in my mind, taking up space that shouldn’t be allowed. I will have to consult Athena about this. About whether we’re going farther away for food when we could’ve been home by now. By the time I’m out of my thoughts, we’re back at the beach, and climbing onto our raft. The sea breeze flits through my hair, the air salty but refreshing. My fleet grows closer, and I sigh, knowing that I would be having another argument with Alexander. That’s all he does anymore, is argue with me. The man was my brother, but he didn’t respect me. Sometimes I wonder what my older sister sees in him. At least my younger sister chose a better husband, Polites is much more respectable than Alexander. He doesn’t really argue as much, but he persuades. I can accept that, seeing as I do the same quite frequently. As a captain, hypocrisy is not something I can afford. Especially not when you have hundreds of eyes on you. While stuck in my thoughts even more, I climb onto my ship as Polites informs Alexander where we are going next, Alexander only letting it slide because of my nod in affirmation. I walked to the back of the ship, towards my personal cabin. 

Closing the door with a sigh, I call out to Athena. But instead of her coming down here to talk to me, she takes me to her mind. 

“ You’re troubled,” She states, “ Yesterday, the baby. Why does it haunt you?”

“ He looked so much like my son,” I say. “Every Time I close my eyes, I see that boy, but instead, he’s my son!”

“ Grow up, I didn’t train you to be emotional, I trained you to be a warrior, not to cry over the death of someone you didn’t even know. I had a challenge, a test of skill, a magic boar only the best could kill. One day you came, your mind rivaled the boar’s own will, I dreamed of having you follow me. I dreamed of making you my warrior!”

She transports us back to when we first met, in the woods of the Feywild. I call out to whoever is following me, telling her that I could see her. A lie. She didn’t know that though. Soon names were exchanged and she began to train me to be a warrior of the mind. She always told me I was special, that I was something more than a mortal. She looked at me the way a mother looks at her daughter, full of pride, warmth, and recognition. Now she looks at me like I’m a piece of dirt that got on her. Like I’m a pest, she’s annoyed. We’re suddenly back in her mind space. I feel her anger, her disappoint ment radiating off of her. We’ve never fought before. Before I can get a word out, she transfers us to the moment I fell in love. When I caught Gricko staring at me from afar as I read a book. I was in the forest behind my palace. I lock eyes with the boy, and soon he’s called away by his friends. The moment he’s gone, I run into the palace and call for Athena. 

“ Oh, Athena, you’ve gotta help me! I’ve met the most incredible boy, one who admires me, one who is more handsome than any man I’ve ever seen! He’s amazing!” My younger self starts to ramble, eyes sparkling.

“ Why does this boy hold your heart? There is no rush to wed just yet,” Her normally calm voice tinted with curiosity.

“ Everyone says I must wed, I need to do so before I become queen, it’s law!” I say, my mind is obviously elsewhere as I say this.

“ You can change the law, can’t you?”

“ Not until I’m queen, then I can change it. But I need to find someone to court me, and quickly. The problem is, the boy with my heart is too shy to come and talk to me for more than an hour! What am I to do? He won’t court me! But he’s just so incredible and beautiful! The most beautiful boy in the land, he’s funny, and oh so sweet! How could I not fall in love?” 

By now, I was walking the halls of my palace, empty, but filled with my voice, filled with hopeless devotion to Gricko. I was so happy, Athena was even smiling a little bit! That never happens, especially not now. Soon, it cuts to Gricko and I talking outside, the short boy having yet to fully grow into his nose and ears. 

“ I know that we’ll be engaged by 17, I can feel it. I need your help to meet him, he’s out of my league and out of this world, but he’s the boy of my dreams! I’ve seen him and I need him to be mine! Believe it, I’m in love and I meant it!” I’m saying to Athena as I drag her to see the boy in question, he was outside with his friends but he was right there. 

I can’t help but admire the way his laugh fills the air, his excitement over the topic showing through. Little did I know, he felt the same about me. For weeks, I roamed the palace, daydreaming about him. His blue shirt that matches his eyes, the dirty blonde hair that seemed to glow in the right sunlight. It took so long for me to get the nerve to talk to him. But I knew from that moment on that I would never get over this boy, he was funny, charming, a sweetheart, and he had this cute little owlbear who I fell in love with. All of a sudden the scene changes to our wedding, only a few years later. I’m waiting to walk down the aisle when Athena comes down to talk to me. 

“ Well, you have the boy of your dreams, and soon he will be yours, what then? You have the ability to go and win wars, to save people,” Athena begins, “Or will you decide to have a child?”

“ What? No, not yet, at least I don’t think so. You know, you made me oh so smart,” I begin to nervously ramble, “ but yet I don’t know how to talk to people, nor do I know how to answer fiction questions”

“ Yes, but you’ve always been like that,” Athena says, a smile present on her face.

All I can do is smile as I wait for the que to begin walking to my fiancee, to the love of my life. I take a deep breath, and grip my bouquet tighter. As I watch the scene unfold in front of me, a sadness forms in my chest, and I examine the white dress I have on, the crown that adorns my head, and most of all, I admire Gricko as the doors open. Before the ceremony could continue, Athena tool us back to her headspace. 

“ You were supposed to teach others our ways, make the world better! Instead, you got married, left it all behind, instead you’re crying!” She exclaims.

“ I need to live my life, I’m not just your warrior, I’m not your puppet. I had dreams,” I say, voice quiet to keep it from trembling. 

“You were looking for a mentor-”

“ I was looking for a friend!” I scream, unable to keep my feelings back.

“ We’re supposed to have the answer, we’re the warriors of the mind. I must go now but don’t forget that you’re a warrior of a very special kind. You are a warrior of the mind,” She turns to leave, “ Don’t disappoint me.”

With that, I’m back in my cabin, and the first cracks in my relationship with Athena seem to form. The one stable thing these past years is becoming the most unstable. I stand in a castle built from cards. And one of the lower levels lost support.

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omg guys, this was lowkey so much fun to write and like, it just made me come up with more ideas and stuff. If you would like to be part of a taglist, DM me, I swear I don't bite. xoxoxox-nerdywitchgeek

[curvydave]

If you're open to platonic requests can you make headcannon post for a platonic relationship with Kremy?

Absolutely! 💜💚💜 Below the cut!

Kremy is a very, very personable gator -- when you've built your whole career on charisma, it's hard not to get on well with him. That's the part he wants you to see, after all. If you're useful, he'll keep you around, tell you all the things you want to hear before subtly "suggesting" a new task for you to tend to. His personality is very curated, but you wouldn't know anything about that… at first, anyways. The longer you stick around, and the bigger role you play in his life, the more of his real personality you get to see. And it's not all trickery and scheming either, much to your surprise!

Admittedly, it takes a handful of years before Kremy truly calls you a friend. But when you do reach that point as a duo, let it be said that there's not much he won't do for you. He starts making deals to benefit you when he can, without the thought of later repayment on your end -- he might bring it up half-jokingly, should it become relevant, but he's not actually keeping tally on his favors for you anymore. He pays attention to what you like and dislike, and if an item comes across his path he thinks you'll like, he'll throw down a bit of coin for it.

He both loves and hates having a friend with emotional intelligence. On one hand, it's great having someone just know what he's going through, so he doesn't have to vocalize it. But on the other hand, he hates having someone know what he's feeling so easily. Its best not to attach words to what he's feeling -- if you want to help, giving a bit of subtle direction is probably the best way to go.

(This is to say, trying to be his wingman is a living Hell, but watching him manage to fuck up every chance he gets to even flirt with Gideon is even worse.)

He gets on well with someone who shares his sense of humor -- a bit of wicked witticism goes a long way with him, and he likes when he can get a laugh out of you with the same humor, too. If you're hanging out together, and he sees someone doing something he can poke fun at, he might nudge you with his cane to redirect your attention -- just as a little inside joke.

Being an important member of Carnivale LeCroux comes with a set of certain benefits -- namely, some handy prestidigitation any time you need it. If a bit of mud splashes on you, you might get a quick side-eye before it's snapped away -- no words needed.

When the rest of the gang get a little too rowdy for him to handle, he might take a step back and tell you to "deal with them" while he takes a breather. Its not often that he gets fed up -- learning to temper his frustration was a skill he had to learn early with this crew -- but it's nice having someone to lean on a bit. In that same vein, he's more likely to delegate certain tasks to you -- whether you're still working the Carnival, or whether you're traipsing through the feywild -- to help get things done faster. Again, it's nice having someone he can trust to get things done.

He's rather particular about touch, so it's not likely you'll be getting any hugs any time soon. That's just how he is, though. But on occasion he'll nudge your shoulder with his own to subtly get your attention, or tap his knuckles against your upper arms to signal into a quick sidebar. Might even extend his hand to pull you up, if you've fallen. High honor, that one is.

He's not tetchy about people being in his kitchen -- he adapted to it pretty quick as a kid, being a line cook and all -- but he'd still prefer people stay the Hell out. If you swear you won't get in the way though, he might let you hang around the perimeter to chat. (Sources say this is the best way to get a sample of whatever he's cooking up.)

[luna-jaden-shadow]

OUAW Characters Get Jealous

Request - Good to see someone new that writes for OUAW, finally I can give poor @oo-delallymrcrow a break lol. Would you mind writing about how do the boys act when they jealous? Thank you very much :3

. . . Can we tell who my favourite character is chat? . . .

Kremy Lecroux

- Kremy gets jealous out of fear of a chance that you’ll find someone better than him 

- It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t trust other people

- Kremy’s been watching some person talk to you from across the tavern for the last 20 minutes, completely ignoring whatever Gideon was talking about

- His grip on the glass in his hand is tight (if his knuckles could turn white they would) he wants nothing more than to Eldrich blast that person straight through the 9 hells

- If you look uncomfortable or nervously look his way, he’s crossing the room in quick long steps

Kremy sets a hand on the person’s shoulder. “You best be careful who you talk to, friend. We wouldn’t want something to happen to you now, would we?” 

“Are you threatening me?”

“That depends.” Kremy leans closer to him, shadows shifting around him as he does. If he could, ominous jazz music would start playing. “Do you feel threatened?” Safe to say they won’t be bothering you again and Kremy then refuses to leave your side for the rest of your time there, making sure no one else decides to approach you.

Gideon Coal

- Gideon doesn’t get jealous often he’s confident that he’s got you stuck with him he just can’t stand other people touching you when he’s right there 

- Gideon had barely left you alone when someone approached, clearly flirting with you while you were just waiting for the genasi to return with new drinks

- He comes back with your new drink and finds the person placing a hand on your arm, trying to convince you that they could show you a good time when Gideon’s figure looms behind him

- He’s glaring holes into the back of the person’s head the whole time

 “If you want to keep your bones inside your body I suggest you get your hand off of them.” Gideon roughly grips the man’s shoulder. The person does let you go but whips around to start yelling till they sees Gideon’s larger frame now in front of them. “Walk away.” Gideon holds their stare.  When the person’s gone Gideon’s instantly looking at you, “That person comes back I’m not gonna warn him imma just hit ‘em.”

You smile as he holds out your drink to you, sitting beside you with an arm around your shoulders, every once and a while you find him glaring at the person from your seats.

Morning Frost

- Frost thinks he’s beyond jealousy until he meets you and sees how other people act around you 

- Frost simply crushes their mind-kidding kidding but he does consider it

- Won’t even acknowledge the person at first as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around you

- He’ll stare the person down while  he nuzzles into your neck 

The person quickly moves on to the next person they can flirt with while Frost nips at your neck. “Jealous Frost?” You tease and he just huffs, bumping his head against yours. 

“It’s remarkable that they thought they had a chance of taking you from me.” Frost shakes his head. “I wanted to endeavor to crush his mind but Kremy said we’re lying low.”  

“Well than thank you for not crushing their mind.”

Gricko Grimgrin

- Gricko’s jealousy is very clear when he sees people flirting with you

- Will pull a classic and kick them in the shins of tie their laces together while they’re focused on you

- Gricko doesn’t address the person after that, instead literally asking for uppies just so he can kiss you and make a point

“I missed you.” He mumbles, kissing you as he holds your face with both hands. The person who you had previously been chatting with awkwardly moves away from you seeing your Goblin other half. “Are they gone?” He smiles, eyes roaming around your face, taking you in. 

“Very gone.” You reply, meeting his eyes with a small smile. “Jealous much?” Gricko shakes his head. 

“Had to make sure that scamp knew you were with me.” 

Torbek

- Torbek stays quiet about being jealous but you know enough about him to be able to tell 

- Torbek will sit quietly, fidgeting with his hands as he watches someone flirt with you

- You don’t hesitate to ditch the person after spotting the sad bugbear

“Torbek Knows he's Just a bugbear. And you are very pretty. But please don't leave torbek for them.” Torbek doesn't look at you as he talks.

You reach out and set your hand on his head in the hopes of calming him down. “I'm not going anywhere Torbek. You're stuck with me,” you assure him gaining a smile from the bugbear.

[timeslugarts]

Well... shit. Looks like I'm gonna have to write some xreaders for Avantris cuz there's like 3 people who do, and I need

More

So that's something to expect 👍

[ghostmedia-dot-co]

Ice breaker

(Meant to be platonic but could be romantic) ouaw krew x reader

Masculine reader

Horror and angst(reader death and resurrection, extreme elements)

(Also I spelled Kremys name wrong, ignore that, that literally didn’t even happen)

You walk into the room, the metal door slamming behind everyone. Everyone snapped their heads back, weirded out but not particularly shocked, only twig and Gricko gasped at the sudden loud bang. This house was a nightmare since you arrived, you all had been invited to a dinner party but, you had been locked into the house with the only way out being a hidden spell somewhere within the house. Looking around the current room, it was dusty and cold. There was an arm chair with a thick wooly blanket, a fire place, and a small coffee table with a glass of solid ice. You shivered slightly, still not use to the cold. Hootsie bumping my leg empathetically.

“Why would they put a lounge in the kitchen?” Gideon asked aloud, picking up the blanket before setting it back down.

Kremmy quickly agreed “I don’t know gid, this whole house is a fucking labyrinth. Shower under the stairs, fucking oven in the library, it don’t make no sense.”

You began to stutter and shiver “Why is it so cold?” The air nipping at your skin forming goose bumps.

You felt gricko bounce up next to you, patting your leg.

“It ain’t that cold, maybe a bit chilly.”

You watched as torbek clumsily looked around the room, you yawned loudly. The cold always made you so tired in the cold, feeling your eyelids begin to drop slightly. As everyone looked in the room, searching for a key to get out of the house. You and gricko stood next to the entrance door, your eyes taking in the room. It was an average lounge room, more narrow than long. The walls looked as if they were slowly decaying, the beautiful blue wall painting looked muddy and watered down somehow. The fireplace somehow still looked warm, despite the relative absence of life within the house. Finally your eyes flickered onto a beautiful jewelry box. Torbek waves gently at you as twig pointed at the same jewelry box. It looked like a renaissance painting, a beautiful pink garden complimented the white and gold of the box. Torbek picked up the small jewelry box, curious to know its contents. You blinked in confusion as before your eyes, a small string snapped from it. That’s when you heard the grating sound of the door on the other side begin to close. The metal began to slowly scrap as the door began to close and the sound of loud air filled our ears.

Everyone’s heads snapped as they began to realize what was happening, pausing only for a moment before kremy broke the silence.

“Oh fuck! Everyone scram hurry!” Kremy ordered, being so far back you looked at gricko and picked him up. Hootsie taking lead as she bounded to the door. One by one everyone filed out: frost, then twig and torbek, Gideon who threw Kremmy as quick as he could. Then it was just gricko and you. The door begin to get lower and lower, your legs they could with no luck. The world began to spin as you quickly realized you two weren’t going to make it. Realizing it was too late for you, as the door dropped too low for you to get through you dropped to your knees and slide gricko into the other room. Locking me alone in the room.

As the door slammed shut, you lay on the floor. Breathing heavy, you look up when to the door hearing the frantic banging on the other side. Shuffling closer, you began to bang back, feeling relieved and terrified at the same time. You curled against the door and scanned the room, looking for anything dangerous. Muffled voices just beyond reach, words you couldn’t even comprehend. It wasn’t until you heard something from within your own mind.

‘Can you hear me, are you there?’ Frosties voice rang clearly in your head.

“I-I’m here frostie, is everyone alright?” Shuffling to your feet you rise up slowly.

As you caught my breath you soon recognized the sound of air being pumped into the room was still there, and it was getting colder. You quickly found myself shivering harder than before.

‘Everyone is alright, are you alright? Is the room you’re in safe?’ Frostie questioned.

“It’s getting colder Frostie, I-i know I complain a lot about the cold but I think there’s cold air being pumped into the room.”

‘Do not panic, you’re going to be okay. Go find something to keep yourself covered. Look for anything that you could exit.’

You began to slowly do as told, picking up the blanket and looking around the room. The room was quite large, all the vents being high into the air. Chilling the room from top to bottom. You try and keep warm, rubbing hands together. Soon you had searched the entire room. Behind every bookcase, chair, and even the fire place. You looked up into the fire place, unsure and skeptical if there was even an opening, considering you never saw a chimney on the house. Maybe you could climb out, if you could shimmy your way up. The only thing you feared was how dark it looked. No light meant no exit. You sighed and just curled up in the fire place, wrapping the blanket around yourself and shivered. Until you heard the banging intensify as it quickly turned into rapid slamming.

‘Did you find anything? Gideon and torbek are trying to break the door down. Twig, Kremmy, and I are going to seeing if we can somehow unlock it.’

You squeaked out a small reply “No frost, it’s still getting colder. The air is pouring in fast, frostie I’m not made for this. I can’t withstand the cold like everyone else. I was made for the desert, I was made for sweltering heat not the cold.” You began to hyperventilate, feeling your heart beat quicken and pump within your own chest, panic consuming your mind.

‘Shhh, shhh it’s okay. We’re going to get you out, just stay calm. What ever you do, do not try and remove anything on your body. Try to get as many things on you, no matter how you think you feel.’

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You breathed out, the heat creating gaint puffs of air in the room. The pain soon seeping from your skin to within your flesh, piercing your arms and legs and your teeth chattered like a rattle.

‘When people experience hypothermia they tend to feel as if they’re hot and remove their clothes. So whatever you do, do not remove your clothes.’

You felt tears swelter in my eyes as the cold air prick your skin, the blanket doing nothing to soothe my ice touched skin. You shivered hard as the banging slowed down. Your heart sank when you heard what sounded to be like more air being blasted into the room, your heart beat quickens as I curl into myself.

‘Are you there? Answer me please’

“Am I going to die frostie?” I squeak out. “I think more air is being poured into the room. I-I can hear something.” The room began to feel darker and darker, my eyes felt heavy and I grew more and more tired.

‘N-no, don’t worry that’s just Gideon. He’s going to try and melt the door. Perhaps go closer to try and feel the heat from the fire.’

You began to crawl to the door, like a shivering baby. As you got closer the sounds of Gideon blasting the door become louder and clearer. Your arms gave out and you could only curl into a small little ball, vibrating and crying. Your heart beating out my chest as the sound of blood rushed to your head. You tried to steady your breath as the room became colder and colder, your hands and feet were becoming more and more numb as it seeped into your chest. You looked up at the vents and saw tiny icy crystals began to form around the vents. If only they could freeze over. Watching the ice creep out farther and farther from the vents, you felt hopeless.

You waited for what felt like hours, even though you could hear Gideon’s fire. The air was stealing all the precious heat away. Your eyelids felt like closing, as the coldness seep deeper and deeper into your flesh consuming you. As your eyes almost fully closed a sudden voice sprung into your head.

‘How are you feeling? The door is almost gone. Gideon is going to take a break and try going at it again.’ Frost projected, his voice making your heart beat.

“Frostie, I’m tired. I feel, warmer. I think I can feel Gideon’s fire. From this side now.” You murmured, the sudden realization making you slowly curl closer to the door.

As quickly as your body was cold, it suddenly became very warm. You were still shaking but it felt better. As the warmth of what you assumed to be the door seeped into your skin.

‘That’s good, that means maybe we’re making progress.’

As you lay your back against the door, you never realized that you couldn’t feel the heat coming from behind you, it felt as if your entire body was slowly being heated up. Ice like crystals soon encapsulated the entire room, freezing it over. You felt sweat dripping from your forehead, you felt uncomfortably hot now. Your eyes began to droop again.

“It’s really hot, I’m starting to sweat” you laughed, you slowly laid back down. Comfort pouring into your heart as you hummed quietly.

There was a long pause in silence, as your eyes fluttered back open. Heat began to pool around you as you felt hotter and hotter. You didn’t think about it too much. Just happy to be slowly warmed up, yet your feet and hands were still numb.

As you were peacefully breathing you heard frosts voice ring in your heard fretful and alarmed ‘Listen to me carefully, do not remove your clothes. Whatever you do keep that blanket on you.’

You smiled and blinked, confused and frightened by the serious tone. “I’m not a whore frostie, I know how to keep my clothes on.” You slurred giggling a little. “It’s starting to get hot in here, are you sure Gideon stopped? I’m gonna move from the door at least.”

Suddenly, you heard the sound of Gideon’s fire starting up again. You flinched from what you thought was the sudden heat burning your skin. Scampering away from the door. Panicked once again as you realized what was happening, the room wasn’t heating up. Gideon didn’t make progress, hypothermia was setting.

‘What ever you do, stay covered. Is there anything else you can use to keep yourself warm?’ The desperation in his voice was missed on your ears, you began to feel too tired to move and too tired to think. Only wanting to be out of the room as soon as possible. Ice crystals now nipping at your blanket.

“Frostie, I’m tired. I’m really tired, the room is covered in ice. I, I think I should just stay by the door. I feel so so tired.” Your eye lids began to fall again, as you curled on the floor. “Do you think I can go to sleep frostie? Maybe if I close my eyes I can wake up and everything will be fine. Right?” You whispered.

‘Yn, do not go to sleep please. Just stay awake for a few more minutes.’

He pleaded, your mind already slowly giving away.

The room became darker and darker. You watched as ice slowly crept toward you, until it touched your skin. Your eyelids became heavy and cumbersome. You could just rest for a while, everyone was safe. That’s all that mattered. Torbek, gricko, twig and gid, everyone was safe. You saved gricko, that’s all that mattered. You deserved a little rest, you’ll be okay. Even as frost desperately tried to keep you awake, knowing sleeping would only lower your body temperature. You slowly closed your eyes. His voice slowly fading into the background. You felt comforted by his voice no matter how terrified he screamed.

On the other side, frost looked up at the others. Terrified and frantically, there had to be a way to help you.

“What happened, is everything okay? Why are you making that face?” Kremmy questioned frost, the sound of the fire blasting drowned out his voice.

Frost gave Kremmy a look, it wasn’t good.

“Gideon, isn’t there anyways to hurry it up?” Kremmy pleaded, frantically pacing back and forth.

“I can only go so fucking hot! God dammit!” Gideon bellowed, completely and utterly frustrated and hopeless.

Torbek was curled in a small ball, weeping pitifully as Hootsie, twig, and gricko tried to comfort him.

“This is all torbeks fault, if only torbek hadn’t picked up that box.” He moaned out in a desperate bargain, if only he had done this, if only he didn’t do that.

“It’s not your fault torbek! He’s going to be a okay! Gideon will have him back out in no time!” Gricko tried desperately to sound optimistic.

Gideon felt the feeling of helplessness overcome him, Grickos words only made him feel shameful. Whatever he was doing wasn’t working, he wasn’t strong enough, his fire isn’t hot enough. The overwhelming anger of it all boiled inside him until he let out a frustrated scream, and began to wail on the door. Hot fire engulfing his fist, punch, after punch, after punch to the door. Leaving a bigger and bigger dent.

Kremmy, seeing the door finally give way stopped perked up and smiled. It looked as if it was going to break. Soon he began to cheer Gideon on, as the dent became deeper and bigger.

As you slipped into a deep sleep, you slowly found yourself sitting up. You looked around the room and saw everything. The ice growing thicker and heavier on the vent, the old fireplace, looking down, you saw yourself. Curled into the tightest little ball, slowly breathing. Tiny bits of ice slowly creeping up your blanket and skin.

You suddenly felt two cold hands slowly pull you up and away from your body.

“It’s time to go, little one. Your journey is over, it’s time to leave.” The voice was whispy and soft. It made you shiver.

Slowly looking up, you saw what you feared most in this situation

“Who are you?” You asked, even though you knew the answer.

“I’m here to protect you, you’re safe with me.” It whispered, its hood shrouding it in darkness.

Looking back at your body, you squirmed and tried to escape its grasps. Only to realize your body had stopped breathing. It lay limp on the floor, a peaceful dreaming face looked back at you.

“I can’t die. I can’t die yet. My friends, they need me. How will I protect them?” You pleaded frantically, as you wiggled and shuffled trying to get out.

“You don’t have to worry about them, you’re gone. You have to come with me. I will keep you safe.” It ordered

You cried out in desperation and despair, as you watched yourself being slowly pulled away from your still body. Your vibrant skin now dull and frost bitten, leaving your cheeks a now red hue while your skin slowly turns an ugly blue. You shook and pleaded with the angel of death, but it was an unrelenting force. A force which you fell powerless to.

As the angel slowly carried you, farther and farther away. The room grew to shades of gray, going lighter and lighter. The sounds of metal crashing to the floor was faint and dream like, too far to fully grasp. As you began to give in, the angels warm arms comforted you. Like the little match girl, you were finally warm again. It reminded you of the comforting feeling of home.

As the door crashed onto the floor, Gideon, frost, and Kremmy shoved into the room one trying to outrun the other. Gideon hoisted your body over his shoulder, he hissed at the pain of sudden frost and ice on his skin. As they all quickly shuffled out of the room.

“Alright, gid just hold him like that okay, get him warm. Gricko, can you maybe, I don’t know, check his pulse?” Kremmy began to order, spitting them out as fast as he could.

Gricko tried to do all he could to find any signs of life, stating you weren’t breathing. As he grabbed your wrist, his heart sank by how cold your arm was. Frost tried to gently rub any ice off of your body, removing the frozen blanket from your limp body as torbek stared at your lifeless figure in horror.

Gricko squeeze every pulse tightly, desperately trying to find any sign of life. Any sign that you were still save able.

“Maybe I could perform CPR, Gideon lay him on his back.” Gricko planned, quickly beginning chest compressions.

It hadn’t been that long. Maybe you just needed a little help, a little boost!

Frost and Kremmy looked at you, your blue face haunting their souls. You looked peaceful, frost thought. ‘If only I was able to keep you up a little longer’ he wondered.

As you were being carried away farther and farther, your life flashed and danced around your eyes. Beautiful lights filled your vision, as you danced at shows and wasted your life. You saw your greatest mistake repeated over and over and over. The horrors of your reality, your actions danced before you. Using cheap drugs to cope with the loss you caused. The angel stroked your head gently, pitiful.

Your eyes flickered and that’s when you saw something that made you smile, you saw your home. The first time you ever felt apart of something after your first love, the first time you felt human. After having your humanity stripped from you, after being treated like a wild animal. An object to admire and use, you felt like a creature to behold and loathe. No matter how kind Mr light was to you, what they’ve done for you brought back your humanity.

It was everyone together in twigs inn, a week after you met everyone. A week after you left the carnival to cure yourself of your inhumanity and shame. Everyone was happy and laughing. You were laying on top of Hootsie as twig gently brushed your now short hair. Gricko dancing with frost, all be it terribly but they looked adorable and hilarious. Gideon and torbek trying to fix a light bulb and Kremmy playing music. You had never felt more human, it was a home you never had. A home you never thought was possible.

The warm light shinning made you feel warmer than you’ve ever felt. It made deaths hands that much colder, as you found new strength and a new purpose you jerked up and out of the arms that held you. Falling to the ground you felt your self falling faster and faster until you realized you can’t hit the floor.

All you could hear was air rushing past your head as memories began to fly by, your life flashing and fluttering behind you over and over faster and faster. You screamed yet no sound came out, you cried yet nothing was heard. You grasped for something you couldn’t reach, you kept falling faster and faster, until you felt it.

The floor hit your body, you were thrown across the room. Your ghost like body, skidding across until your back hit the wall. You got up surprised to feel nothing at all, you looked for your body. Until you saw the door opened. Quickly rushing to your body you saw everyone gathered around. Quickly making way you squeezed past them, unnoticed.

Hearing Kremmy mutter something “he’s gone gricko, stop”

You reached down and touched your body.

You felt your body, your cold lifeless body. Slowly melted into your hands. Oozing into one another you felt them mix and combine, your spirit and your mud mix into one. Until you felt your heart beat, and Gricko pulled away. Everyone pulled away just as you had made it. All you saw was darkness, all you felt was the cold floor against your back as you waited to hear anything.

Fading in and out all you heard from within your mind was a gentle hiss “you win this time”

As your consciousness faded back in, you heard voices frantically speaking.

“He’s gone gricko, just stop”

“He can’t be gone, just lay him back on Gideon.”

“I don’t want his fuckin body on top of me, he’s dead.” Gideon snapped, staring down at you outraged and upset.

Gricko tried to plea before frost cut him off

“They’re right gricko, you need to stop this. He’s gone, let’s just take a quick break and figure out what to do next.”

“This is all torbeks fault, torbek is sorry, torbek is so so sorry.” Torbek wailed, before curling into your cold body. His scruffy fur tickling you.

“Shhh, you’re alright torbek. You didn’t know there was a trap, alright.”

Suddenly your body began to shiver, you were so so cold. Your skin felt frozen and blitzed. Shivering out of desperation for warmth. Desperately trying to find comfort and salvation. Feeling torbeks fur on your body as if it were a warm blanket. Torbek got up quickly, confused.

You mustered all of your strength to you could squeak out was a small “cold” too quiet to be heard. You heard the room instantly go silent.

Your sprawled body began to shake harder and harder, seeking warmth and comfort.

“Mr. Kremmy, do bodies usually move like that?” Torbek whispered.

“I-I’m not sure, Rigor mortis doesn’t usually happen so quickly or that violently.”

You heard them shuffle closer and closer to you, before you were once again surrounded by everyone.

“Holy shit! Can you hear us? Can you hear us?” You heard twigs voices call out.

Your eyelids fluttered open for a second as gricko grabbed your wrist and tried to get a pulse.

feeling him touch your vein made your skin crawl worse than the cold and you jerked your arm away from him, growling like an animal. Before you began to curl like a wilting flower. Whispers of disbelief and gasps of horror erupted within the group. Until Torbek broke the chain and grabbed you, wailing in relief and euphoria. He cried out squeezing your shivering form into his damp scruffy fur. Cheers began to erupt from the crew, gricko and Gideon squeezing you as frost tried to keep people from crushing you.

You curled into their arms, before falling asleep again. This time, no man met you on the other side of sleep. In fact nothing met you, it was a peaceful dreamless sleep. When you woke up, you were lying down as gricko attended to your frost bitten hands and feet.

He looked up at you sheepishly as he grabbed some bandages “oh good your awake!” He said as he began to take off your shoes “yeah, so, here’s the thing. I took a Quick Look at your feet and hands while you were asleep and we’re gonna have to amputate them. Now you’re awake though so, you better start drinking.” Gricko informed you, wrapping your bloodstained hands tightly.

Horror struck your heart like a sharp iced needle, contorting your face at the mere thought of loosing your arms and legs. Until you heard a chorus of snickers and giggling “just kidding! I’m gonna be making a banana paste to help with the frost bite, you’ll be fine in no time.” Gricko cackled, as he finished wrapping your hands. Frost gently stroked your hair.

“I’m glad to see you alive, yn. You had me scared when you told me you were going to sleep.” He smiled.

You smiled back at him, “don’t worry, I just get really tired when I’m cold. I don’t know why, but it happens. I’m pretty sure I did die though.”

Frosts eyebrows furrowed in confused and fright as you began to recount your experience with death, and how you it went. Twig brewing some nice warm tea for you. Everyone began to laugh and talk, as you were finally home and the night was filled with laughter, warm drinks, and banana paste on your toes.

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