#cr2 fanfiction

[sldlovescartoons]

As time went on Essek looked more and more forward to his meetings with Caleb. As it was he could only drop his disguises in very rural west and south areas and with the Nein and the whole thing got more exhausting all the time. Plus, Caleb was making such quick progress with his studies, chatting only got more interesting with each visit.

He was also pretty sure it was normal to miss one’s partner, but such romantic thoughts flustered him too much to think on so early in the afternoon. That train of thought was for once Caleb and him have gone through a whole bottle of wine.

“Professor Widogast?” Knocking on the door with his most neutral accent. He was Halsunn Deeproot today, a forest elf who did magical research. One of his partner’s favorite aliases.

“Ah, come in, Deeproot!”

And so he went in, senses immediately assaulted by the smell of cooking meats and veggies. Ah, so they were eating in tonight. Appreciated, since their latest separation had been especially long. The drow dropped his disguise as he drifted into the kitchen to the grin on of ridiculous human partner.

“Awh, putting Halsunn away already? But he’s such a looker.”

“Don’t tease me, young man, I’m of no mood for it.” He complained with no malice as he finally reached his destination and got to give Caleb a peck on the lips, getting a quick glance at whatever he was cooking before it was covered with a lid. “That looks… different.”

Caleb and Essek were not cooks, but they had been gradually improving now that they had to fend for themselves as full adults. That said, the list of things either of them could cook consistently good was short. Both could do the easiest of soups and some stews, Caleb knew how to do basics roasts and sides and he knew some very simple baking. This didn’t stop either of them from trying something more complex, wizard hubris and all. Whatever his ginger had in that deep pan wasn’t one of the roasts the human whipped out when he had the coin and wanted to impress. There was twine and toothpicks. The drow really hoped that he wasn’t going to spend his first night of this visit choking down something inedible, but it would be fair turnaround for those awful plum cookies Essek had made two visits back.

“Don’t worry, I practiced this one a bit. I wanted to do something nice to surprise you. Do you know what a few days ago was?”

Fucks sake, he’d forgotten something. What did he miss? An anniversary, surely, but he couldn’t…

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, I forgot too, until it’d passed. Four days ago was the third anniversary of the day we met. It’s not something most people remember, or even celebrate, so don’t worry, it’s just- I remembered and wanted to make you a little treat.” Caleb glanced at some sand dials he had set up. The drow noticed more covered pots. Steaming something, maybe?

“You don’t have to go so out of the way.”

“I want to, though, and I will.”

“But of course.”

“Now-“ Another, slightly longer kiss and a soft smile with blue eyes that took his thoughts away more often than not. “Why don’t you go wash up a bit, hm? You smell like a beast of burden. Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.”

“Bold words from the man who smells like ox mating season.” Essek was eternally glad that his complexion was too dark for blushes to show at the teasing. Also hypocritical since the cologne Caleb smothered himself instead of bathing regularly smelt like animal musk and the vague concept of a forest. “But yes, I think I will.”

He tended to take long bathes whenever he had the luxury of time to do so, so by the time he was clean and had his hair done (he would sooner die then have Caleb seen him without his curl cream in.) dinner was being put on the table.

“Just in time, darling.”

“Well time is one of my specialties.” The statement was something of a flirt or inside joke now-a-days, and got the soft smile he was looking for as a response. He gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked down at Dinner. “Caleb, did you make a roulade?”

“I did.” And he looked so proud of himself, too, but Essek kept looking and as further realization came to him. “But that’s not all, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

The meat roulades, sliced not too thick, not too thin, was served with rice and what was distinctly Xhorasian steamed veggies.

“This meal is very xhorasian inspired.”

“I figured you might be a bit home sick and the market in Rosohna was just a teleport away.” They sat down to eat, Essek much slower as he tried to process this gift.

“You went through all that trouble…”

“It wasn’t any trouble at all, so don’t worry about it and eat up, Liebling.”

And so Essek took his first bite (with chopsticks, even!!! Caleb was using a fork but he’d remembered Essek’s utensil preference, the darling man), a fair chunk of meat, filling, and rice.

And promptly burst into tears.

“Oh Schiess, is it that bad? I practiced the technique, but this is the first time with the marinade-“ Caleb, his darling starshine Caleb, started to lean over and fuss. The drow shook his head quickly to try and assure him, to try and get himself together. But he was having a hard time because-

Because Caleb had made *rat*. Giant Rat, had to be. Now in his den, they had mostly livestock and great beasts, their days of having to eating rats like the common folk was centuries past, but one couldn’t deny themselves a little comfort food every once in a while, could they? And what was more comforting and simple to creature of the Underdark than some well cooked rat? This rat dish reminded him starkly of something that his mother had ordered the chefs make when he’d recovered from an awful fever in his… twelfth year, maybe? Something hardy and comforting after he’d been sweating and puking for days to bring him back to health. A rare kindness from his mother and warm memory- and there the tears went again. Lights above, he was a mess.

“Wh- Where did you source the rat? It tastes fresh.” Essek was doing his level best to act like there weren’t thick crocodile tears on his face. His partner blinked at him in open bewilderment.

“I… killed it this morning, down in an abandoned part of the academy. I used the silver it earned me to buy the veggies. Is- is this because of the rat? It’s the most exotic meat I could find short notice-“ A Fresh Hunt!!! It was like Caleb had read his primary school journals from before he found out he didn’t like people and such.

“And you used plum wine in- in the marinade, yes?” He pushed forward, adamant to ignore the crying that was happening. Gods, it had been far too long since he had something that tasted like *home*. “Goes well with the nut and date filling- really cuts the gaminess of the- the rat.”

“So, we are ignoring the tears. Ja, alright.” Caleb seemed to resign himself to this reality quickly. This wasn’t the first time Essek had clammed up about something because feeling were embarrassing, and he knew he’d be told eventually. “Yes, I got recommended a good brand to use by Yasha and Beauregard, so we gave them to thank for that. Do you enjoy the bits of pan fried mushroom in the rice?”

“Yes.” Even though they were slightly over, a bit tough, just the thought was so sweet and so homey.

He had such a wonderful partner.

[fruitzbat]

the (in)famous acid trip scene from chapter 7 of crowned teeth, as depicted by @suraelis!

couldn't be more thrilled with how well this commission turned out. thank you again for your incredible work!

[artemis-pendragon]

Rewatching Mighty Nein Reunited and I think as a preschool teacher it is my sacred duty to write a fic about the M9 teaching a special very young class of Wildemount Wildlings (Wilde out!) featuring actual dialogue from my students

[railroad-migraine]

Hey Poet ♥️ I had to put my bird and companion of 12 years to sleep earlier today... I was hoping it would be okay to request Molly, Kingsley, Ashton and Caduceus comforting a Ranger SO (friend in Cad’s case) who had their beast companion pass away? I hope it’s not too grim of a prompt, thanks a lot either way! And thank you for what you do, your lovely writing brings joy to many people :)

Oh darling I'm so sorry. We also recently had a family pet put to sleep and it is very hard, but know that you provided your lil friend a wonderful life and that's something to make it easier as time passes 🩶

Comforting Ranger!GN!Reader

Ashton 💚

Is the shoulder to cry on that you've always needed. They're a strong presence, someone reliable to lean on, something physical and real to keep you grounded and help you not lose yourself in feelings.

They say they have difficulty with words, but Ashton surprises even himself with the soft tone and even softer things he offers you. Little phrases of encouragement, of how things will get better, and how you're not going to carry this alone. You have him and friends who care about you - he ignores the hot feeling in his face when your teary eyes meet his upon the confession - and pulls you into their side with a soft "I got you."

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Caduceus 💜

Arguably the best person on the list to console you after losing someone you held dear. If it's something you'd like, he'll organise a little ceremony - allow memories of the good and fun moments shared with your companion to take centre stage. It's a happy occasion, with friends in attendance, a celebration of their life, their love, and how they made a home in your heart.

Cad takes time out of his day to sit with you, share tea and treats and the quiet tranquility of his porch, content to give you silent support but even more eager to offer counsel if that's what you seek. He understands how you're feeling, and guides you through them with careful, attentive ease.

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Molly 💜

He knows what it's like to mourn a life, be that of a friend's or the past that he will never truly know. He makes sure that as you're processing this change in your life, that you continue to look after yourself. He ensures that you eat, even if you don't feel hungry. He washes your hair and cleans your face, helps you change into fresh clothes, coaxes you outdoors to feel warm sunlight on your skin. He wants to remind you to keep living, to enjoy it just as your pet beast did.

Life moves on. It always will. Your animal came into your life unexpectedly, just as you came into Molly's life. He's there for you, to get you through the day, the week, the month, and beyond. It happens gradually, as all wounds heal, but eventually he sees you smile at him more and he knows it hurts a little less. He smiles back, all teeth and pride for you.

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Kingsley 💜

He's still discovering the big emotions that come with experiencing life. Grief is one of them. He fumbles in the beginning, and is scared to say anything in the fear of hurting you further, but he feels more confident after you melt into his arms and let him hold you for who knows how long. He realises later that a distraction can help further along healing.

So that's what Kingsley does. He spends more time with you, takes you sailing and has you steer the ship (with his professional supervision of course). He drags you into dances along the deck and sings you songs before bed. He holds your hand as you fall asleep, and tells you how grateful he is that you're there with him. Thanks you for giving him that - just as you had given your familiar that.

[beatriceeagle]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Bren Aldric Ermendrud, Original Male Character(s), Yasha (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck

Additional Tags: canon compliant through Mighty Nein Reunited, canon inspired through Echoes of the Solstice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, technically this is kidfic in both senses of the term

Chapter: 24/24

Summary: Six months ago, Beau adopted a teenager who loves the Cobalt Soul, but can't stand her. Ten minutes ago, Caleb accidentally summoned his own teenage self into his living room. So you know, they're both going though some shit.

At least Caleb's got experience befriending novice monks with attitude problems. And Beau's got experience befriending Caleb.

Chapter Summary:

A day at the beach; a day at the Cobalt Soul.

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It was their last day in Nicodranas. The next morning, Fjord and Jester would board the Nein Heroez and set sail for whatever destination Orly had chosen for them. Essek would take Caduceus back to the Blooming Grove and visit for a few days. Jasper would return to his studies, his suspension at its end, and Beau would return to her work. Harvest’s Rise was nearly over, so Caleb would resume teaching.

Today, therefore, they spent at the beach.

The morning fell away in fragments. Caleb chatted with Fjord about Kingsley's progress as Plank King. He explained to Jasper and Luc the theory behind the Unseen Servant spell. He stood next to Yeza, watching Veth and Jester make sand angels.

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[c-kiddo]

Dragonfly Year ✸ Chapter 21

Soft Black Soil and Shoulder-Ache

In which Caduceus starts a garden, and Fjord wants to clarify something.

ratings: T, gen, no archive warning apply

fic summary/blurb: In which Caduceus has started a textiles course, because he needed to get out of a house he hadn’t left in years. Because.. he’s not sure. He’s trying to figure it out. It’s a lot though, and friends are hard to come by. Things change, though, when he meets Beauregard at the library and she offers him a room at the housing co-op she and her friends are setting up. There’s connection there, but still… it’s a lot. And, still, he’s not sure what he’s doing away from home at all.

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(wow it has been a long time since the last update, but managed to do this due to burst of motivation. so dfy upon ye all of a sudden)

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationship: Beauregard Lionett/Yasha

Characters: Beauregard LionettYasha (Critical Role)

Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Alley Sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha Relationship, Alpha Beauregard Lionett, Alpha Yasha (Critical Role)

Summary:

"Beau, you have to keep quiet if you don't want them to hear." Yasha mutters lowly, right next to her ear. To say Beau hadn't expected to be dragged into an alley and roughly pushed against a wall in broad daylight would be a lie. She had been teasing Yasha all day, not so subtle touches here and there, watching mismatched eyes darken with intent. Yasha never said anything though, never made a move while they were surrounded by their friends, by a literal festival. But Beau knew it would only be a matter of time before she couldn't hold back anymore.

[marshmallowlemonade]

Does anyone remember a beauyasha smutty fanfic where Yasha is really physically sensitive when it comes to sex and beau helps her take it slow and have physical intimacy in a way that works for her?

I distinctly remember reading and loving it, but I can't find it.

[neinofthem]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Nott | Veth Brenatto & Caleb Widogast, Ludinus Da'leth & Essek Thelyss, Trent Ikithon & Caleb Widogast, Trent Ikithon & Essek Thelyss, The Mighty Nein & Essek Thelyss Characters: Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Nott | Veth Brenatto, Fjord (Critical Role), Jester Lavorre, Caduceus Clay, Ludinus Da'leth, Trent Ikithon Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Post-Canon, Angst, Whump, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Manipulation, the tags seem so dark guys i promise there is like. a little levity. maybe., this is inspired vaguely by echoes of the solstice but there are no spoilers, Kidnapping, neinofthem once again incapacitating essek's hands. surprise., Anti-Drow Racism (Dungeons & Dragons), Lifespan Angst Summary:

'“Oh, he’s pretty enough for a crick, I suppose. Not fit to truly do anything worthwhile with, of course, but not hard on the eyes.” Here, Ludinus scoffs. “You think he’s beautiful now, but you should have seen him in his seventies. They’re always lovely at that age, and he was especially shameless, batting those little white lashes at me across these all of these horrendously dull conferences. I suppose I might have been the first adult to have shown him any semblance of respect. I thought he might get on his knees right there, that was how desperate he was for my attention. Equal parts charming and pathetic. You know how it is, I’m assuming.”

Caleb’s tone is conversational when he says, “Ah. I’ll burn you alive for that, mein Freund.”'

[thevexedvixen]

oblivious you and obvious me

Beau and Jester are surprised that Caleb and Essek didn’t kiss in Aeor.

Essek is surprised at how oblivious Caleb is.

rating: Mature

relationship: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

tags: flirting, pining, getting together

link to the fic 

[sapphireswimming]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Campaign 2 (Mighty Nein) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jester Lavorre & Caleb Widogast, Fjord/Jester Lavorre (mentioned) Characters: Jester Lavorre, Caleb Widogast Additional Tags: One Shot, Gen Work, Campaign 2 (Critical Role), Episode: The Mighty Nein Reunion: Echoes of the Solstice (Critical Role), post-episode, Widogast's Nascent Nein-Sided Tower, Friendship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Caleb Widogast's Backstory, Sad Caleb Widogast, Caleb Widogast Needs a Hug, Jester Lavorre Gives Good Hugs, Jester Lavorre & Caleb Widogast Friendship, Artist Jester Lavorre

Timeline: Set right after The Mighty Nein Reunion: Echoes of the Solstice, with spoilers through all of Campaign 2 and also through Campaign 3 episode 51: The Apogee Solstice.

Summary: Jester apologized before the fight began, but once doesn't feel like enough.

[fruitzbat]

After nearly two years of writing and over half a million words later, the Devil & the Deep Blue Sea series is finally complete! This remains both the most challenging and most enjoyable project I’ve ever worked on; I was writing this while going through some very intense personal losses as well as many personal victories. Kingsley and his friends made for great company.

As for the future, I assure you that we have not heard the last from Kingsley and his faithful crew. In the meantime, I’m currently working on a project for Baldur’s Gate 3 (with a somewhat familiar face as our intrepid Tav!), but in the future I intend to pursue some smaller projects related to Devilverse. While I think this one will always remain supreme, I’ve dreamt up both a prequel and a sequel collection to this main series, with the sequel series slated to serialize first at the moment. An announcement will be made for the first installment after I take a hiatus, as I am now officially ABD (!!!) and need to prioritize writing my dissertation (and/or original fiction…stay tuned). It currently looks like I’m taking at least the rest of the spring off, but who knows?

I want to both thank everyone that tagged along for the ride while I was serializing, and also welcome those of you that might’ve been waiting for the finished product. Every comment, every kudos, every bookmark means a lot to me — and will in perpetuity. I am always open to questions about this body of work and use the tag "devilverse tag" for any content or questions I might field.

Thank you, again.

[frogenthusiastt]

New Fic Time Woo! Hello widojest nation i am here!!

[railroad-migraine]

I got a migraine, thought about Kingsley for a second, and it went away. I just felt like this was important to share. He's A+ pain medication now and I think he should give me kisses until I'm totally sure the pain's gone-

As someone with chronic migraines, I wish a Kingsley thought would help me out 😭 Hope you feel better now sweetheart x

Whoops I slipped and this happened 👀 Fluffy cuteness

~ Poet

Pain Relief

-> Kingsley Tealeaf x GN!Reader

"And you're sure there's nothing - anything at all - that I can get you?"

You peep out from under the soft quilts of the bed, the closed drapes by the window casting the room in a warm sepia tone that's gentle on your sore eyes. The captain of the ship stands beside you with his hands on his hips, peering down his nose with a concerned crimson gaze that sends a flutter of affection through you.

"More water? A sleep mask, perhaps?" Kingsley suggests, running a hand through his untamed curls. "I can fetch the healer for you, it's no problem at all, love. You have to listen to what your body needs."

You purse your lips in a playful pout. The aching throb in your temple has lessened considerably since the ship had docked and your lover came to check on you in your shared quarters. It is still present, a little constant pinch, but far kinder than the wave of sudden pain you experienced a few hours ago. Taking his hand in yours, you give it a comforting squeeze. "You worry too much about me."

"I worry because I care about you," he says, easy as breathing. He hunkers down at your bedside, smooths the blanket over your shoulders and gives you a half pleading half exasperated look. "Come on. Ask, and your wish is my command."

You know he's got errands to do, deals to make and contacts to cheat on shore. But you also know he won't leave your side until he is completely sure that he's done all he can for you.

He wants to be useful.

So, you make him useful.

"Kiss me."

He tilts his head. "Is that all?"

You nod, leaning your head back further into the expensive pillows and allowing your eyes to slide shut. "Yes. That will indeed be all, captain."

You feel Kingsley's amused smirk against your mouth when he leans down and seals his lips with yours. You hum happily and melt into the touch, the pressure in your head alleviating further as his infernal heat bleeds into your body.

It ends too soon.

He draws back an inch and sighs, pulls his bottom lip with his teeth in a pout. "And you're sure there's nothing else-"

"There's nothing more you can do," you chuckle and press your palms to his chest. You push him with little force until he reluctantly stands. "Thank you for your loyal service. Now go!"

He slips out of the darkened room and out onto the deck before you manage to throw a pillow at his overbearing head, but not before casting a fond smile and wink over his shoulder. You take another sip of water from the glass he'd left behind and curl up into a tight little ball with your back to the window. Sleep comes easily.

You feel good as new when he returns that evening - he makes sure to supply you with even more medicinal kisses to ward off any lingering pain.

You allow him.

[beatriceeagle]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Beauregard Lionett & Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett, Bren Aldric Ermendrud, Original Male Character(s), Yasha (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck

Additional Tags: canon compliant through Mighty Nein Reunited, canon inspired through Echoes of the Solstice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, technically this is kidfic in both senses of the term

Chapter: 16/23

Summary: Six months ago, Beau adopted a teenager who loves the Cobalt Soul, but can't stand her. Ten minutes ago, Caleb accidentally summoned his own teenage self into his living room. So you know, they're both going though some shit.

At least Caleb's got experience befriending novice monks with attitude problems. And Beau's got experience befriending Caleb.

Chapter Summary:

Beau makes a connection; Jasper makes a plan.

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Jasper didn't sleep well that night. Not that he was ever that great of a sleeper, but it was always worse when he had something to worry about. He kept replaying his argument with Caleb. It was maybe five sentences total, but they looped like a music box, over and over, and every time they started to wind down, he cranked them back up again.

He hadn't said it right. Bren deserved to be here, Jasper was sure of that, but he'd put it all wrong. He shouldn't have jumped to accusing like that, he shouldn't have said Caleb and Bren were the same, he should have been nicer. The longer he thought about it, the sicker he felt.

If he were a good person, he'd be worrying about Bren, but mostly, Jasper was just worried that Caleb wouldn't like him anymore. He hadn't even gotten a chance to show him the cantrip he'd learned.

Jasper finally dropped off in the small hours of the morning. When he woke up, he found something entirely new to worry about.

"I'm going on a trip today," Beau said over breakfast. "Me and Caleb will be away for a day or two."

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[c-kiddo]

Dragonfly Year ✸ Chapter 19

 Mycelia and Belle's Letter

In which time passes and a routine is found, and the package from home has finally arrived, full of nice things. (And Caduceus tries to deal with the tightness in his chest.)

ratings: T, gen, no archive warning apply

fic summary/blurb: A uni AU in which Caduceus has started a textiles course.. It’s a lot though, and he doesn’t really know anyone. Things change after a month or so though, when he meets Beauregard at the library and she offers him a room at the housing co-op she and her friends set up not too long before. Turns out there’s some connection there, but still… it’s a lot.

🍵 🍑 🧦 📦 . .