#widojest fics

[thebest-medicine]

Okay okay okay how about 24 "Sounds like *someone* needs a visit from the tickle monster" for lee!caleb and ler!jester??? I can literally hear the sentence in her voice it's perfect

Also I am IN LOVE with the way you write the Nein it's literally everything to me <33

Prompt 24 - "Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster."

A/N: you are so beyond right it's like it was made for her. also omg !!!! aww thank you <3

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“Hey Caleb. Do you want to come downstairs and play cards with us?”

“Now is.. not a good time, Jester, but thank you. It’s been a long day.” Caleb waved her off gently with a tired half-smile.

“Hmmph.” Jester pouted. “You sure? You look like you could use some company. And some cheering up.” Her tailed swished in anticipation of his answer.

“Really, Jester. I am fine.” Caleb held his line, sitting on the tavern bed and putting his head in his hands.

“Actually, you know…” Jester took a step into the room. “You actually look like you could use a visit from my friend.”

“Who’s your friend?” Caleb looked back up at her as she stepped closer.

“You know. You really look like you could use his help.”

“Who, the Traveler?” Caleb raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Nope.” Jester popped her lips on the word like a sour candy. “You look like you could use a visit from the tickle monster!” She said the last words in a deeper, faux-menacing tone, and raised her hands up, wiggling.

Caleb’s face bloomed like a ripened tomato. He stumbled back on his bed. “What? Wh- why? What do you- now wait a minute!” He stuttered.

Jester lunged with a giggle, tackling him softly backwards onto the mattress. “Nohohohoho Jehehester! Wahahahait!”

“See? You’re smiling already! It’s working!” Jester said with a smile. “Now, let’s feed this tickle monster!” She dug her fingers into his ribs with ease.

“NoOHOHO!” Caleb laughed harder at the teasing. “JESTER NEHEHEIN, BITTE!”

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[breitweiser-gallery]

But to her, in these moments, he is only ever Caleb, and she is only ever Genevieve. To be anything else would be dangerous. To be anything else would be admitting the way butterflies take flight in her stomach when she catches sight of the familiar thick cloak he wears, the flash of the silver pin on the lapel of his jacket underneath, the curve of a half-smile when their eyes meet across the floor. To be anything but Genevieve and Caleb would be admitting that Jester is falling hopelessly in love with her favourite client.

[el-huddpudd]

AO3 link for Bright like fire which very much has these vibes. Caleb aka first and Jester aka harder (hmrph hmrph) finally have their epiphanies - with a little help from their fey friends.

My deepest thanks to @slippery-soapbox for tweaking and to @jadesabre301 for the @widojestsecretsanta prompt!

[frogenthusiastt]

New Widojest fic is up! Enjoy :^)

[whatkindofnameisella]

rereading some fave wj fics and remembering that we had the most delectable dynamic of all time and how much we were robbed like get up cocksuckers it's time to salute the flag.mp3

[youcancallmekathyp]

She’s still a little wet from the hug Beau’s engulfed her in, but Jester’s attention is instantly drawn to the great, orange shark that flops onto the sandy beach. Even without the change in color she instantly knows it’s Caleb, how could she not?

The six months they’ve spent apart instantly feel like the blink of an eye, even if they’ve felt nothing like that while passing, the moment she takes a step forward and into his direction.

“Caleb shark!” She exclaims, thinking back to all the great times they’ve had together like this, changing their forms to fit whatever they’ve needed to achieve, though Jester remembers the fun ones most.

Being an eagle to carry her friends in the dead of night, chasing an enemy, comes in handy, but it’s the times they’ve had the most fun she remembers, like becoming giant dinosaurs or spiders that scale along the walls, yelling at each other with high pitches voices.

It instantly settles a spark of warmth within her chest as she watches him transform back into the man she knows, dripping wet, but still handsome with his hair just a little longer and pulled into the familiar ponytail, and the same, kind expression on his face.

“You’re...okay, there you are!” She laughs, freely and happy for what feels like the first time in months and doesn’t hesitate to throw her arms around him, catching the brief glimpse of his face illuminated by the campfire and the tail end of a string of words that ends in “...hello.”

It feels good to have them all back together, it makes Jester feel less alone as Caleb’s arms come to wrap around her and the familiar warmth spreads from her chest to every inch of her body, making her nearly bounce with excitement.

We’re going to be okay, she thinks, and the icy coldness that had gripped her heart over these past few hours ( months, really ) slowly melts away as she pulls back to look at Caleb.

The moment passes, swept away in conversations and hellos, but it leaves the familiar warmth behind and Jester smiles as she steps back, a little less terrified than before.

[thishasbeencary]

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Jester Lavorre/Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss & Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre & Essek Thelyss, The Mighty Nein & Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre & The Mighty Nein, Fjord & Jester Lavorre Characters: Jester Lavorre, Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Fjord (Critical Role), The Mighty Nein Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Campaign 2 (Critical Role), Established Relationship, POV Caleb Widogast, Widojest Secret Santa 2023, Background Mighty Nein

“Jester, you know…”

“I just want to see, Caleb. You don’t ever have to pilot, I know you and Essek are so busy in here, and even Beau is in here more, but I just wanna know! Don’t you miss it? I can’t imagine staying away for that long.”

[A WidoJest Pacific Rim AU in which Jester does what Jester does best: get Caleb to come out of his shell and try things he thinks he never should again.]

written for @primrose-path-of-dalliance for @widojestsecretsanta <3 i saw your prompt for a pacific rim au and got pulled right in - hope you enjoy!

[purplelapislazuli]

Caleb: sad because he's in love with Jester and she just got together with Fjord ☹️

Me: don't worry bby, you will get a boyfriend too 😭

[widobravely]

HOLLA MY DUDES waltz of four left feet updated!!

in which jester comes home from (literal) overseas, the mighty nein listen to open mic night, and soltryce academy gets a dose of ms. lavorre. is transmuter widogast heart-eyeing his new TA? is his new TA heart-eyeing transmuter widogast??? what do u mean they had a dance party?!?!

[primrose-path-of-dalliance]

summary:

Old friends are moving to town. Caleb Widogast wishes he hadn't introduced Jester Lavorre to his past by mistake. (A Dresden Files AU.)

my @widojestsecretsanta 2023 gift for @firbolging!

[thebest-medicine]

Day 4: Weak Spot

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb, lee!Jester, lee!Mollymauk

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: based on this post, starts out with various tidbits of Molly and Jester going after Caleb and using their tails to poke and prod at his sides and ribs while they get his feet. Caleb gets a hold of Jester’s one time trying to stop her and she screeches and collapses into giggles. Molly stops using his tail to tickle anywhere near Caleb’s hands and hopes he just kinda doesn’t notice. Caleb notices.

[read on AO3]

Words: 4.1k (can't stop won't stop)

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He’s mid conversation, chatting with Beauregard, when Caleb “Eek!”’s, squawking in surprise as something sharp edges up under the side of his shirt. Beau snickers as Caleb quickly turns to the side, only to see no one. He spins the rest of the way around and sees Mollymauk, smiling innocently, a few feet away, his tail swishing.

Caleb’s face is flushed red as he pats his shirt down.

“Good morning.” Molly says brightly, then can’t quite disguise the way his smile shifts to a smirk. “What’s gotten into you, Mr. Caleb?” 

Caleb narrows his eyes at him, backing away as he eyes him warily. Beau is still snickering a bit when Caleb turns to continue their conversation, never quite taking his eyes off of the tiefling. 

—

Later that week, Jester has his ankles locked up in her arm. She uses the other hand to scribble quickly, precisely along the curves of his soles. Caleb pounds his fists weakly into the floor, laughing and trying his best to scrunch his toes. 

He’s cackling, pleading throughout in both Common and Zemnian as Jester teases him. She glances over her shoulder towards him and gets an idea. Her fingers continue to tickle and trace over each foot and under his toes, and her tail flexes, wiggles down to poke and prod along Caleb’s back and sides. 

He shrieks and slams his arms down. “No- nohohoho!” 

Jester makes a pleased little chirrup and focuses more on the tail, trailing and poking it up along the backs of his ribs. “No, no, NEIN- JESTER! Haha-hahahave mercy!” He cries as she finds a few good spots and focuses in, wiggling her tail against them. She pulls back for a second, tapping along the pads of his toes as he giggles. 

Then, Caleb shrieks again at the feeling of her tail trying to wriggle its way underneath the back of his shirt. “Nein! Bitte!” He tries to make a desperate grab for her tail. She pushes into the shirt and wiggles against the small of his back, gently, teasing. Caleb does his best attempt to curl backwards into a ball. “Ahahaha- plehehease!” 

Jester giggles at the mirthful cackles of the wizard. He’s so squirmy. She wonders if he’s comparable to Mollymauk when it comes to how ticklish he is there. Her hands pinch one of his toes between her fingers, having mostly stopped tickling there to focus her attention on her tail’s antics. Caleb makes another desperate grab for the prehensile limb, trying to kick and wiggle his way to freedom. Jester moves quickly enough to keep it out of his reach. He attempts a few more times, even gets a bit close once. 

“Okay, okay, fine.” Jester eventually sighs, grinning. “I’ll just tickle your feet.” 

“Nein!”

—

Caleb thought he would spend the evening studying, reading, working on the arcane. Mollymauk had other plans for him. 

Caleb is gathered up in Molly’s arms, a ticklish hug that is shuffling him over to the lounge chair Molly often likes to drape himself across while waiting impatiently for the wizard to pay him some attention.

He tosses Caleb onto the cushions, eliciting an “oof, hey!” from him. “Wait-” Unable to hide his grin, Caleb implores and reaches a hand up defensively as Mollymauk crawls into his lap and starts pinching at his sides. He’s already starting to giggle. 

Molly’s fingers pinch up along his sides and pluck at his ribs. He makes quick work of Caleb’s holsters - though they’re still partially attached around his shoulders and back, just no longer blocking the delectable ribs beneath. They lay, discarded and useless for protection, against the soft material of the lounge chair. 

Molly leans in, smiling triumphantly as Caleb squirms under him, and plants a kiss on his cheek. He starts low then, near his hips, and tickles his way up Caleb’s sides while trailing a line of kisses to his jaw and the side of his neck. 

“Mmpf- Moll- Mollyhehe!” Caleb whines, his body betraying him by opening his neck up a bit more. Mollymauk takes the invitation and kisses and nips along Caleb’s neck. 

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, hmm?” Molly smirks into his warm, pink skin. His fingers reach the lowest of Caleb’s ribs and begin their steadfast march up to the usually protected area of his ribs. Then, he starts growling playfully into Caleb’s neck.

Caleb shrieks, his eyes already starting to well up with laughter as he squirms uselessly underneath the lithe purple body. He’s trying to say something, but it sounds like Zemnian anyway so Molly focuses on everything else going on. He wiggles his fingers into Caleb’s ribs and gets an echoing cascade of desperate laughter for his efforts.

Caleb, enraptured in the three devastating points of contact on his upper body, kicks wildly, when all of the sudden he feels a fourth point of contact - a sharp point dragging along the top of his foot. “No! No- ah! Ihihit’s- it’s too muhuhuhuch! Please! Ahhhahaha-” Caleb pleads, his arms working uselessly to push and grab and block instinctively in any way he can. It’s a shame the little strength he has has already been sapped away.

“Oh, come now,” Molly chides with a coo of faux sympathy, “it can’t be that bad if you’re still talking.”

And then Caleb feels the tail coil around his ankle and begin wriggling around anywhere it can reach along his foot. He tries to kick, but just ends up drumming his free leg into the cushion. 

Caleb pushes weakly at Molly’s head, hands full of hair and horns, as he cackles into the library that just a few minutes earlier was silent with study.

—

They’re milling about town a few days later, and decide to treat themselves to an evening at the pub. Jester, Beau, Fjord, Caleb, and Nott slide into seats at a table in the back while Mollymauk goes to fetch a round of drinks. 

“Be right back, dear.” Molly smirks at Caleb, who is sitting between Nott and Molly’s would-be seat. Caleb gives him a confused but suspicious look before he feels an unmistakably familiar prod at his back. He barely tampers the sound of the yelp that forms in his throat. His eyes scan the rest of the group, they’re all still chatting, oblivious. He swats Molly’s tail away from the back of his chair, turning to respond to something Fjord is talking about.

When Molly comes back, Nott and Caleb have switched seats. He rolls his eyes with a smile, as though that’s the end of it, and sets down the drinks. He slides into his seat and jumps into the chatter. 

Caleb is halfway through a sentence when his voice cracks on a word. He goes silent just as quickly as he turns red. He fixes Molly with a glare. 

“What was that, Caleb?” Jester teases. “I didn’t quite get that.” 

Caleb’s narrowed eyes flick to her. He scoots forward in his seat. Nott peeks behind her shoulder at the purple tail stretching easily past her chair to Caleb. She chuckles and goes to continue the conversation. 

Caleb is so wary of an attack from behind that it throws him completely off kilter when Jester - never one to not jump in at any chance to tease - snakes her tail up the side of his knee and thigh under the table. Caleb shouts and throws himself backwards in his seat. “No!” The chair legs squeak at an irritating pitch, scraping against the floor. 

Jester can’t help but burst out into laughter. Fjord looks quite amused as well, though not as much as Mollymauk.

“Hey, leave the poor kid alone.” Nott scolds, waggling a finger at Jester and drinking her beer. “I don’t want him like, laughing too hard and then beer shoots out of his nose, gross!”

This sets the rest of the group laughing even more.

“Yeah Jes, you’re being mean to poor Caleb,” Beau reprimands, “it’s not his fault he’s so ticklish.” She punctuates her statement with a poke to his ribs that sends him careening into Nott. 

He’s flushed, chest heaving with each nervous breath. “If you do not stop, I am going to find myself another table to sit at.” Caleb says, as serious as he can with his face red. “And new company to drink with.”

“Alright, alright. Enjoy your drink.” Beau claps him on the shoulder, laughing when he flinches at the contact.

“Aww. No. You love us.” Jester teases at the same time. “We just wanted to see you smile, Caleb.” Jester assures him, smiling innocently.

“Cheers to that!” Molly laughs. 

“Aww, cheers to Caleb’s smile? Or cheers to making Caleb smile?” Jester giggles. 

Caleb groans, dropping his head into his hands on the table.

“Cheers to both!” Molly agrees, raising his glass. Fjord and Beau join him as Jester picks up her drink from the table.

“Hey, I think you’d better drink to that, Caleb, or they’re going to start poking around again to make sure you’re alright.” Nott informs the side of Caleb’s head. He lets out a quiet, defeated noise. 

“I hate you.” Caleb mumbles when he sits up and everyone has their glass raised. He sighs and lifts his glass. “Fucking, Prost.” He only clinks Nott’s glass as he avoids looking at anyone in particular by staring down into the glass, blushing to the tips of his ears. 

The attention and subject of the hour swiftly evolves into something else, much to Caleb’s relief. 

It’s not until a few rounds later, when Jester gets up to dance with Fjord, that Caleb feels another little prod at his side. He’s a few drinks deeper, and just wriggles a bit away with a smile when she walks past. This time, that smile continues to linger long into the evening. Maybe Mollymauk helps a bit with a prod or squeeze to the knees every so often, too.

—

Another typical ending to another typical day in this cozy home they’ve built together - Caleb is shriek-laughing on the floor, Jester is draped over his legs facing his feet. She fumbles with the wizard’s toes and tries to keep his feet boxed in under her as he squirms. 

Mollymauk tries not to run too excitedly toward the sound of Caleb’s frantic laughter, sliding around the corner and entering the room in a way he hopes appears very casual. “Hm, what are you two up to?” He grins.

“I’m trying to give Caleb a nice pedicure- I told him! I’m so good at them!” Jester gripes. “But he’s so squirmy!” She digs a few fingers in under his toes and Caleb yelps. “We haven’t even picked out a color for his toes yet!” 

“I think he looks rather good in pink.” Molly teases. “Or bright red.” He tries to meet Caleb’s eyes but the wizard mostly has them squeezed shut or (briefly) focused on Jester. “Want some help?” 

“No! Nohohohoho- Mollymahahauk! Don’t!” Caleb cries. Jester rakes her fingers over his soles, making him shout through his laughter. 

“Well, he might not want any help, but I for sure do!” Jester grins, twisting his answer. She takes the hand off his feet and pats the ground beside her. 

Caleb blushes further. “Thahahahat’s not- oh no! No! Ahaha! Nohohohot whahat I meant-” Jester pokes her fingers between his toes and scratches a few spots along his soles.

Molly hums, pleased, as he saunters over to Caleb’s prone form. He gestures to Jester and she rolls off of Caleb’s legs, only for Molly to take her place lounging over his thighs. He leans forward, away from Caleb’s face, and lets out an evil little laugh to tease further. He grabs Caleb’s toes, pulling them back. He can feel Caleb trying to kick weakly, not that it does much. 

Jester scoots up real close and goes to work, her nails trace, delicate but deliberate across his soles, she gets up under his held toes and scribbles. Caleb’s shrieking laughter starts back up, intermixed with pleas they can only understand half of. Molly watches Jester’s wide smile as she plays with the squirmy wizard’s feet, scratching at the balls of his feet and making him pound his fists into the ground. 

Molly is happy to help, but it’s hard not to join in the fun. Jester seems to have his feet handled, so without looking back, he bites at his lip thoughtfully as he maneuvers his tail over, prodding at Caleb’s middle behind him. He feels the twitches and hears the little surprised “ah-”’s  as the tip of his tail makes contact, poking and wiggling against Caleb’s stomach and sides through his shirt. 

“Please, ahahahah bitte- Jester! Mollyheheheheheheheh! Ohohoho please I ahaha! I c-can’t!” Caleb wails desperately while Jester tickles under and between his toes on both feet. Caleb scrambles to push away the tail quickly prodding at his midriff, looking for any degree of relief as he had no hope for his feet. 

Molly dances his tail around, out-maneuvering him easily.

“Ooh, Caleb, your toes are starting to get a little pink! It’s working! I’m so good at pedicures, see I told you!” Jester giggles. “Look, Molly!” She beams. 

“Matches his lovely face.” Mollymauk adds, smiling over his shoulder at the flailing puddle of wizard. 

Caleb doesn’t quite give them an answer, but he laughs a little harder as Jester dives back in with determined fingers just under his toes, while Molly’s tail pokes and prods every sensitive spot it can reach.

—

“Would you knock it off?” Caleb asks - definitely does not whine - when he jumps again as Jester walks past him, her tail prodding gently at his side. 

“Knock what off?” Jester replies sweetly. 

Caleb groans, sighs, wipes a hand over his face. 

— 

It’s not an unusual evening. Caleb is kicking for his life, trying to wriggle himself out of Jester’s tangled limbs before she really gets a hold of him. He’s already laughing as she leaps over his thighs and starts squeezing around the back of his knee. 

She starts tickling down his calves, pinching and squeezing along her descent. Caleb cackles into the floor.

“No- Jester! Nonono-” Caleb squeals, trying to grab onto any part of her he can and tug her away from his feet. He reaches back frantically and gets a grip on her swishing tail, which flicks and whips about in his hand. “Jester!” He protests as he pulls weakly on her tail.

“Hey, give that back!” Jester laughs, reaching back with one hand to tug on her tail.

They pull back and forth a little, both laughing, when Jester starts squeezing at his knees again. Caleb gasps, and with nothing else to do, tries desperately to scribble along the captured tail, the only part of Jester he has any leverage over. He doesn’t expect the squeal as Jester darts forward, pitching over his prone body and plowing into the floor just beyond Caleb’s feet as she whips her tail out of his grasp. Her cheeks are a little dark as she gathers herself and gets up onto her elbows. 

“Well..that was interesting.” Caleb announces as he catches his breath, curling his legs inward and away from the tiefling. 

Jester pouts at him, rolls onto her side, and springs forward to continue her ticklish attack on the wizard. Caleb doesn’t exactly scream, per say, but he certainly makes a high pitched noise of surprised terror as she launches at him. 

Before blue fingers start to curl along his sides, Caleb frantically grabs for her tail, hoping perhaps to save himself and turn the tables for once, to not always end up the one disheveled and grinning on the floor catching their breath. 

“Ohohoho no! You’re gonna try and tickle me back?” Jester gasps exaggeratedly, squeezing his sides a few times. 

Caleb jumps under her and gets a hand up under her stomach. He squeezes a few times and she shivers, laughing and squirming back and forth without moving to get away. She’s still tickling him quite dexterously, pinching up close to his ribs. Caleb cries out with a laugh as he gets a hand on the lashing tail behind Jester. “Y-You deserve it!” Caleb laughs. “After- ahah- after all you put mehehehe through!” 

Jester considers this while he starts to scratch at the bottom of her tail. She feels the tingling, sparkling, ticklish feeling shoot up her nervous system in a way she hadn’t been a victim of in some time. She loves tickling. She loves tickle fights. She is usually the instigator, her more mischievous qualities setting her up well to be the tickle monster of the group. She loves being tickled too - but most of their friends are not quite as mean / wonderful at tickling as she is, so she did not often find herself feeling desperately ticklish. She was one to sometimes antagonize the others into tickling her, or just walk over to Fjord or Caduceus or Molly’s lap and lay down, arms up. 

This sparkle of nerves at the end of her tail quickly reminds her why some people (like Caleb) can’t help but flail and scream and try to get away. It’s fun. It’s overwhelming. She tries to keep tickling Caleb, but soon finds herself scrambling away with ticklish laughter, pulling her tail from his grasp. 

“Ahaha, oh gohohods- I- I..” Jester giggles, heart fluttering in her chest. 

“Good. Makes things a little more fair.” Caleb squints at her, tamping down his own laughter. He lays back, catching his breath.

“Aww, do you wish you had a ticklish tickly tail that you could use to get us back?” Jester teases, reaching an arm out to Caleb, fingers wiggling. 

He pushes her hand away with a laugh, cheeks growing more red. “At least I have a fighting chance now.”

—

The first time Caleb wins a tickle fight against Jester, the whole party watches on in disbelief. 

She had snuck over to his seat while everyone was talking and jumped over the back of the couch at him, hands honing in on his ribs as they both tumbled to the floor. Beau and Fjord watched fondly as the wizard was tickled into a familiar, laughing ball of red hair and skin. Caleb’s arm flailed out wildly, opening him up a bit to a bit more tickling with a squeak. It took him a few seconds, but he had gotten a hold of the middle of Jester’s tail. With what almost sounds like a battle cry, Caleb fought every instinct to shoot out his other hand and tickle along the sides of her tail, towing it in toward himself. 

“Caleb! Wahahahait- ehehe! No!” Jester had squealed.

A few minutes later saw Caleb half-kneeling over Jester’s waist, her face buried into the floor laughing. He’d held her tail and started tickling quickly along the length and spade and underside. 

Jester was persistent, enduring, and tough. Caleb was curious, thorough, and stubborn. 

After a few unsuccessful attempts to free herself, crawl away, or free her tail, Jester actually starts begging. “Nohohoho- Caleb, na-nahahahahot there! Ahh- nohoho! Plehehehease!”

Fjord and Beau both watch with surprised but proud smiles. Caleb is watching each flicker of the tail, mapping out every spot that forces a twitch or ticklish shiver, which is all of them. Jester beats her fists into the floor as she pleads, “Hehehe- help me!” She glances around frantically for Fjord, Mollymauk.

“Do you give up, little menace?” Caleb asks, scribbling pointedly.

Jester screams into the floor as the tickling picks up when she doesn’t answer.

“I can do this all day…” Caleb informs her, fingers never fully leaving the very sensitive skin. He doesn’t appear to be bluffing as he works over what is certainly her most ticklish spot for the next few minutes.

Her laughter goes silent, and when no one gets up to help shove Caleb off of her, probably due to her having thoroughly tickled each and everyone one of them to tears many times before, she slaps at Caleb’s knee and then the ground and caves. “Okay! Okay! Aahhh- no! Please!” She’s mouthing desperately. Caleb lightens his touch a bit, making her wiggle and shiver helplessly. “Cahahahahaleb I’m gonna diehehehehehe- stahahahop! Oh plehehehease- not thehehehere! You wihihihhin! Cahahahaleb!”

A pleased smile graces his lips. “I suggest you keep that tail to yourself.” Caleb advises, finally stopping the tickling. 

Jester scrambles over to Fjord when Caleb finally lets her go. She’s giggling and blushing and curling her tail in close to her body. When he goes to sit down nearby, Beau slaps Caleb on the shoulder, congratulatory, at which he only startles a little.

Mollymauk is watching Jester in sympathy, his own tail twitching nervously behind him. He pointedly does not look at Caleb, and hopes that neither he nor any of the others notice the darkening tint on his cheeks.

—

Prior to his game-changing discovery, Caleb had noticed a pattern beginning to form. Whenever Jester and Molly had pinned and tickled him and had him in their clutches, whether together or alone, they loved teasing and catching him off guard and tickling him in as many places as possible. Their hands, their nails, their mouths were bad enough, but add in an extra instrument of tickling, they could get him in all his worst spots at once.

But, after publicly thwarting a tickle attack by Jester - and possibly taking the temporary crown as most dangerous tickler of the Nein - Caleb notices a new pattern forming.

Mollymauk’s tail, usually a key instrument in his lighthearted torture, is soon no where to be found during any of his attacks. Not that it has any impact on the frequency of them.

Jester still manages to get him pretty bad, but at least he can give her some comeuppance for it. Mollymauk still gets him pretty bad as well, but Caleb’s curious. He has started keeping his body between Caleb and his tail at all times. 

Caleb is cackling when the idea floats briefly through his mind, Mollymauk squeezing his sides from above him. Molly only brings his tail into play, now, if he’s up near Caleb’s arms, where he can keep an eye on them. And he only uses it, sparingly, to poke and tickle along his feet.

Caleb is usually quite flimsy, floppy, and uncoordinated when tickled, especially once it’s been going on for a while. He focuses on the thought of getting a little revenge, on the curiosity of whether it would work, and, in a moment where Molly starts to shift so he can attack a different sensitive area of Caleb’s, the wizard lurches up, shouldering a surprised Mollymauk off of him with a giggly shout.

They lock eyes. 

Hands start scrambling as Caleb makes to grab at him while Molly does the same.

After a bit of a tussle with a few laughs from them both, Caleb manages to get ahold of Molly’s tail, clenching it like a prize in his fist. He holds it in front of Molly’s face, grinning. His other hand, fingers wiggling, makes to scrabble up the underside of it, heading in with a flourish near the flailing spade. Molly yelps before his fingers even make contact, then he stumbles backwards, landing on the floor on his back. Caleb lets him fall as he goes, watching him with a smirk. Molly leans up on his elbows, tail tucked safely behind him. He breathes out slowly, eyes flicking between Caleb’s expression and his hands. “Caleb…”

Caleb assesses, his eyes twinkling. “You’re nervous.” 

“I’m never nervous.” Molly scoffs.

“Oh, really?” Caleb looks pointedly behind him at Mollymauk’s flickering tail. “You’re not worried that your tail is as ticklish as Jester’s? Maybe worse?”

Molly swallows, a chill running up his spine. “Or, maybe n-not at all.” He tries.

Caleb lets out an amused laugh. “Well, let’s find out, hmm?” He leans in closer, bending his knees.

“No-” Molly crawls backwards away from Caleb. 

Caleb encroaches further. And Molly turns, scrambles to his feet, and runs. He has his tail in hand, keeping it close to his chest for dear life as he bolts.

Caleb’s eyes widen. Molly doesn’t… he doesn’t run like that even when he’s on the receiving end of some well-earned revenge. He tends a bit more shameless in his indulgences. His little analysis gives Molly a little bit of a head start before he’s after him, running.

"Get back here, Tealeaf!"

[flowtatoes]

A Special Kind of Weird; chapter one (cross posted on AO3)

Jester Lavorre is a Traveler fan.

Okay, maybe a lot of folks are fans of The Traveler, but none are as enthusiastic about them as Jessie. She’s read his books since she was old enough to vaguely understand the concept of romance — back when her mother would read her children’s stories, and the little tiefling would steal her books off her bookshelf in the dead of night.

She’s just… a big fan. Yeah. Big fan.

So why is The Traveler making college so fucking difficult?

It’s the first week of September; college is on the horizon, with students just getting into their dorms, meeting their roommates, the likes. It’s a time that, as a child, Jester looked forward to — and now, as she sets a box on one of the three beds in her cramped dorm, butterflies dance around in her stomach. Her roommates have barely arrived too, which she’s thankful for — it gives her a last few minutes with her mom, the Ruby of Nicodranas — famous singer and performer, who Jester wishes she could be like.

She tears into the box as soon as Marion leaves for another… in it are posters of The Traveler’s main character, Garmelie, a satyr who goes on… well, to Jester they’re romantic escapades… to others, they’re sexual flings that would normally result in a bunch of STDs. The poster she first gets out is signed by The Traveler himself — one she was lucky to get in a giveaway online, even though she’s never met the man. The second one has Garmelie and a unicorn — unicorns are Jester’s favorite animal — and the third and forth share The Traveler’s cloaked portrait, with his right index finger up to his lips, as though he’s telling the photographer a deep, dark secret that’s not for anyone’s ears but theirs.

Oh, how romantic…

“Sapphire, did you pack your toothbrush?” Jester instinctively shoves the forth poster back into the box as the Ruby comes back, holding a stack of boxes labeled ‘Jessie’s clothes’ and ‘fun thingies’. She sets them down beside her daughter’s bed before going to give her a tight hug. “I can’t believe it… my baby is a college student. It’ll be so lonely without you, little one.”

“Aww, Mama! I’ll email you like, every single day,” the blue tiefling says through the squished hug. She squeezes her mother back, only to feel sad when Marion backs up after a few solid minutes of hugging. She sits down on the bed, staring up at Jester, who’s… trying hard to be brave. For her mama. For school.

For The Traveler.

“Do you know when your roommates are coming?” Marion takes a look around the small dorm; there’s a small desk to the left, and a bathroom that the three girls will have to share — the three beds are bare, just boxes atop them, no bedsheets or pillows to make it look homey. It almost makes the blue girl want to dig out her paints (that she brought, of course) and paint everything a nice pink or blue… maybe yellow? “I’m sure they’ll be… more friendly than the kids at school.”

More friendly could mean anything for any kid. For Jester, it means ‘kids who don’t pick on me for writing nasty fanfiction instead of going to beer pong parties’.

Yeah… her old friends are a relic of the past.

The girl takes one of her posters and heads to the corkboard above her bed, where she starts to pin it up with pink starry push-pins. “Ah! Oh my, doesn’t he look just so cute ?” I’ll avoid Mama’s statement if I can, she thinks. “Mama, do you think you can convince Bluud to invite The Traveler to the Chateau during the winter break?”

Her mother doesn’t suppress her giggle. “I’ll ask him, little Joy.”

Just as the pair are about to banter on, the dorm door bursts open with a ca-thud . Two girls struggle to go in, each saying “after you”; one looks like a sad poet, and the other looks like she could bench press Jester like she were a sack of flour.

The ‘poet’ is the first to enter. A white haired girl, she’s wearing an Orphanmaker shirt and ripped leggings; she has only a small bag with her, and a pillow under her arm. The other girl, who Jester feels both intimidated by and also… very interested in, has dark brown hair, brown skin, and striking blue eyes; she’s in gym clothes and has three duffel bags in her arms. A little boy no older than three is running after her, yelling, “Beau! Beau! Beau, you’re gonna miss me?”

“Yeah, you shithead, I’ll miss you.” The girl, Beau, says to the toddler as she throws her bags on the bed closest to the bathroom. The toddler simply giggles. “Don’t tell Mom that I swore and I’ll get you a… fuck, what are kids into? — a toy or something, when I get home. Yeah?”

“Okay!” The boy screeches and runs back out of the room, most likely to whichever adult was helping Beau take things in. She swings herself onto the foot of the bed, narrowly missing the bed frame’s wrath.

Beau looks at Jester with peak curiosity. “You one of the new roomies?”

“Yeah…” Jester’s voice goes quiet; she looks over at her mother, who’s helping unpack her clothing and putting it in the trunk at the end of the bed. She takes in a forced breath before turning back to Beau with a plastered-on smile. “I’m Jester! You’re—”

“Beau. Just… just Beau,” the other girl says with a smirk on her face. She looks like she could pick Jester apart just by words alone, and yet— “Oh, you a… a raunchy book fan?” She points to the poster. “Not gonna lie, I’ve only seen the movies, but they’re better than Fifty Shades, really.”

Thank gods… Jester’s forced smile turns more genuine at the thought of someone knowing her passion — and oh, how this series is a passion! She takes a seat at the desk nearby, looking at the ‘poet’. “And you are…”

“Oh…” the girl with the white hair is hanging stringed lights from her cork board and bed frame as she pauses to speak. She’s a good six feet tall, if possible. Jester has to really look up to meet her eyes — colorful ones, too. “Yasha… you’re pretty uh, colorful?”

“Thank you, Yasha!” The tiefling looks down at her own clothes (a pink skirt, pastel, of course, and rainbow Converse — a custom made one she bought recently with money from the café she part-timed at) with a wide, toothy grin. “You look kinda… are you into poetry?”

Yasha stops hanging the lights, holding the strings in her hands for a solid minute… before nodding. “I like… poems. My sibling and I write together, though he prefers, ah, songwriting… he’s also a tiefling, if that means much to you..?”

Tiefling? Another one? “Is he here, too?” Jester inquires, with an ounce of hope in her voice.

Yasha nods, not looking away from the stringed lights. “Yeah… his name’s Molly… er, Molly mauk , but everyone calls him Molly, really. He’s weird, but he’s… you know, a good kind of weird. Like—”

“Like me!” Jester says enthusiastically. The white haired girl chuckles as the blue girl gets up and spins in the tight quarters. Marion beams.

“Sapphire, I better get going.” The mother stands from her daughter’s bed; she’s tall, too, but nowhere near as tall as Yasha. She takes Jester into a tight hug, kissing her forehead, before leaving the room, trying (and failing) not to look sad.

Jester isn’t used to being away from her.

“Man, did she look like she was gonna cry or what?” Beau blows a bubble of pink gum and pops it. “Jess, you’ll be fine. There’s like, no need to cry.”

Am I crying? The tiefling touches her cheeks; her fingers come back damp, and she’s quick to wipe her tears off on her sweater. With a sniffle, then an eye rub, she heads back to her side of the room, grabs another poster, and starts to hang it up…

xxx

“Ja, I-I know, I know, Essek —” click .

Caleb Widogast sucks at relationships. Period. He was in a relationship of three, maybe four years that blew to smithereens by the time he graduated high school… then there was his summer boyfriend Essek, who didn’t seem too awfully thrilled about a long distance relationship with the human boy.

The human throws his phone down on his barely-made bed as his roommates snicker. “Shut up,” Caleb mutters; Mollymauk chucks a pillow at his head, just narrowly missing him. “Molly!”

“Look, I’m sorry Mister ‘I bring three fucking toothbrushes with me to a sleepover’ is mad, but you’re too damn adorable for him.” Molly is a short genderfluid tiefling with spiky black hair that falls to his shoulders, and has a habit of wearing funky outfits to ‘find myself a partner’ (his words, not Caleb’s). His other roommates are a half orc boat lover named Fjord, and a giant firbolg known simply as Caduceus, who’s not really studying anything, but he runs the library at school for tuition. “You shouldn’t waste your time with him! Find yourself a new man — or woman, whatever your little Zemnian heart desires.”

“Please… stop.” Caleb feels his face grow red just in time for Molly to ‘ooooh’ about it; thankfully Fjord elbows the purple circus man in the neck, making him shut up. “I didn’t… think he’d break up over the phone.”

“As opposed to in person?” Caduceus isn’t very versed in romance; he’s more of a ‘watch and learn’ type, whether that be from his years as a ‘homeschooled’ kid or just… general ‘Deuces vibes. “At least it wasn’t in front of your family.”

Ah… family.

How did he tell them about his fucked up family? Maybe he would ignore it; maybe he’d pray that his ‘dad’ wouldn’t show up for band practice or fun days. Maybe…

“Well, it’s over, which is good, ain’t it?” Fjord asks. The half orc is quite short for, well, one of his kind, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to sound big. In all fairness, no man is as tall as Caduceus, so Fjord has little to fear.

The human groans into the palm of his hand. “It’s… I actually liked Essek, though,” he mumbles; prays nobody picks up on what he said. “He was… fascinating. Breathtaking, even. It’s… I don’t know—”

“Can’t you just, like, bone someone and call it a night?” Molly flops onto Caleb’s bed, sprawling his body out like a cat.

Caleb’s cheeks burn red. “I— listen, circus man , it’s frankly none of your business, ja ? Yeah.” He tosses a small box on his bed before deciding, albeit last minute, to open it.

Inside, amongst pictures of Essek, is his favorite book by his favourite author — a known Traveler, who a girl in another hall idolizes…

Here’s hoping Caleb isn’t the only Traveler fan in freshman year…

[cadykeus-clay]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19734214/chapters/111811450

summary: time passes, casts get closer, rehearsals go longer, and before they know it, Jester and Caleb are doing full act runs so nerve-wracking they think they're going to throw up 

New chapter of From the Wings is up after 3 fuckin years baby!!! check it out if you so please

[quantummindclassicalheart]

Master post of quantum's Critical Role fic

You can now find me on AO3 as FiveCamellia! I will be gradually archiving older fic there. Various other things I’ve written including scicomm stuff and poetry live in my general #writing tag, feel free to check it out! For scicomm specifically, check out my #quantum talks quantum tag.

(This is a repost of my old pinned post, but with the new post format.)

a dream within a dream (AO3, Tumblr. New! Completed 2023/01/21.) > When the fog of Rumblecusp steals away Caleb’s memories, Jester must help him remember. But this time, it’s going to take a little more than a fifth-level spell slot. For Widojest Secret Santa 2022.

The Lovers’ Lie (original song) > There is an old folk song that is sung in Exandria.  It goes by a lot of titles–In Marquet it’s commonly known as The Liar’s Love, while natives of Xhorhas would know it as The Fey Groom, and the elves of Syngorn’s version has a title that translates to “The Sacrifice of Truth for Love.” This is one bard’s rendition of the song in Common, as accompanied by ukulele.

verbal and somatic (AO3) > In which Jester has a creative idea for how to use the Polymorph spell, and with a truly heroic effort (and the benefit of War Caster), Caleb succeeds on a series of concentration checks with increasingly high DC. (AKA: Widojest body swap sexy times.) (Post-campaign, established relationship AU.)

a soft place to land (AO3) > A few years after their travels with the Mighty Nein, Caleb and Jester reunite for the summer and kinda sorta fall in love all over again. (Post-campaign, as the summary suggests, but more or less canon-compliant)

a dream of flight (AO3) > My first Loquaerryn fic, about their first dance (and what comes after). Laerryn is used to taking the lead, but when she meets Loquatius Seelie, he challenges everything she knows about following.

rainy days and twisting braids > Yasha braids Beau’s hair, and softness follows. For Beauyasha Week 2022 Day 2: Hair. (Takes place post-campaign.)

like it’s the last time > A Widojest epilogue “missing scene,” i.e. the final conversation Caleb and Jester never got in canon. It’s the night before Fjord and Jester leave Nicodranas, and the Nein are throwing a party. Everything should be great. Except Caleb’s been distant lately, and Jester wants to know why. (Takes place during the Campaign 2 finale, roughly.)

waves of memory > A short Shadowgast piece based on some merperson!Essek AU art.

we must all tend our gardens > A character study of everyone's favorite drow hotboi and his complicated relationship with faith, as told through gardening. (Takes place during the Campaign 2 finale.)

[podfic] Die Smaragdwelle (Jade_Sabre) > A reading of Die Smaragdwelle, a fairy tale about a princess swallowed up by an emerald wave and the wizard who had to find her. (Featuring my vocal impressions of all the Mighty Nein.)

und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen > What if things had gone just a little differently post-Katzenprinz? (Fluff. Fluff is what happens.) For Widojest Week 2021 Day 6: Der Katzenprinz.

four-and-a-half waltzes of caleb widogast > A series of vignettes in which Caleb shares four dances with four of the most important people in his life, and learns to embrace the magic of possibility. (Spoilers for all of Campaign 2, minus the finale.)

the divine transmutation of the self > In which magic changes Veth, and Veth changes her mind about magic. (Spoilers through C2E97)

drawn together > Making stuff for (and with) the people you care about is a love language. In which Beau decides to learn how to draw, and also learns a few other things along the way. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111) 

a taste of summer > In which Caleb’s hidden talent for baking and Jester’s love of sweets collide in the best possible way. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111) 

sunrise over eiselcross > A little scene between Fjord and Jester from the morning after their big conversation in C2E118.

you're still there > Beau has a nightmare about a path not taken. Yasha’s there to help her through it. Cuddles ensue. (Takes place sometime post-C2E111)

disguise selves > An AU where Caleb and Jester are (human) roommates, preparing for a Halloween costume party over Zoom. Jester being Jester, she insists on a photo shoot in costume. Everything goes better than expected. (no spoilers)

the nature of possibility > Two things possessed me to write this: the concept of including some actual thermodynamics in a fic about dunamancy, and the idea of hand contact during a spellcraft lesson. What ensued was nearly a thousand words of Shadowgast. (Takes place sometime post-C2E77)

an unnatural tide > Caleb doesn't normally forget things. But Rumblecusp isn't a normal island. What did he forget that last morning? Here's my best guess. (Spoilers for C2E105)

[frogenthusiastt]

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