#yasha & reader

[railroad-migraine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

-

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

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Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

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Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

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Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

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Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

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Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

[after-witch]

Infirmity [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Title: Infirmity [Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader]

Synopsis: Sesshomaru doesn’t know why he doesn’t just put you out of his misery. 

Word Count: 1298

notes: yandere, (previously) kidnapped reader, some violence and gore

You are a nuisance. Always requiring more time and care, food and shelter and protection, than he should ever deign to give anyone, much less a human. Your very weakness proves his inherent superiority to your species, and every time he sees you stumble during his travels, every time you require rest and nourishment, he reminds himself of that fact.

Yet he cannot think of that now, despite the situation he’s found you in. All he can think of is red. The dark red of your blood congealing on the ground, staining the grass and dirt. The bright red coating your stomach in harsh red gashes which ooze with green poison. The poison stinks even from several feet away. 

The red of his own eyes as he feels a dark blood lust envelope his body with sickening warmth. He can feel himself giving into it even as he wonders why he should be this upset at all. Should he not simply strike the demon down with coldness, and deal with you--alive or dead--as it comes? But there’s anger within him, unexpected, burdensome, and he can feel it pushing him fast and hard to act more rashly. 

You’d been taken. He had left you in a makeshift camp in order to take care of business that you had no part in, trusting Jaken to watch over you. Yet he’d returned to find Jaken unconscious and you nowhere to be found. There had been the brief thought that you’d managed to knock his servant out before escaping, but the thought was wiped by the pungent stink of some lesser demon, left behind in clear trails that gave him an instant picture of what had occurred.

True, the demon in front of him is nothing… to Sesshomaru. He will kill it in seconds, he knows. Yet to you, this demon is a death sentence--or close to it. Your skin, fragile and soft, was clearly no match for even the lightest cut from its claws. Even without the poison inside them, Sesshomaru is sure that you would have bled to death, if he hadn’t found you. 

You might still die. And it’s this thought that makes him strike out with his sword, red hot. 

The demon is cut down with a single swipe--cut in half, but Sesshomaru takes no satisfaction in the guts that spill out, in the frozen look of horror on the demon’s face as it dies. He only sees you, lying on the ground, free from the demon’s grip but not the wounds it inflicted.

Your chest rises and falls; you should be heaving, but your body barely moves. 

Sesshomaru is at your side in moments, dead demon forgotten. He crouches down, paying no mind to the blood seeping through his clothing. 

The wounds are deep. Blood is everywhere--all yours, except for the fresh streak let loose by the arch of his sword through the demon’s midsection--and the harsh metallic smell tickles his nose. Without thinking, he tears off a piece of his clothing and wraps it tightly around your midsection. It won’t stem the flow completely, but perhaps it will keep until he decides what to do. 

It’s the poison that worries him the most. He’s familiar with this type of poison, and while it can be healed, it’s only with much difficulty. He would be stuck watching over you for days, likely weeks. He would have to bring you home to his manor, a place whose threshold he never intended you to cross--it was not a place for a lowly human. The thought alone should make him put you out of your misery, nuisance that you are, and yet…

The way your face turns toward him, eyes barely opening, gives him the strangest pause.

“My… my lord?” You ask, voice feeble. It had taken months for your pride to ebb away enough to call him that. He remembers the prim satisfaction that came with you acquiescing to the title. But it’s not pride that fills him now, but something else. Fear? No, not exactly. Worry, maybe--or concern. Concern over you and your fate. It’s a strange feeling, one he is wholly unaccustomed to feeling.

“You saved me?”

“You’re injured,” he says simply. “Don’t try to move.” Although he doesn’t think you could move if you wanted to. 

Your mouth twists into a helpless frown, and your eyes seem clouded as you try to meet his gaze.

“Am I dying?” You sound so desperately sad and pathetic.

Again, he knows that putting you out of your misery is the most sensible option. You were no good to him as a servant like this, were you? And that is surely why he took you, when your village offered you up as a sacrifice. A woman, even a human one, would be far better equipped for certain tasks than Jaken was.

And then your eyes look not at him, but beyond him. Your eyebrows furrow and your mouth moves, but the words that come out make little sense to him. “I don’t want to… mother says we’re not meant to go in those woods… I saw him once, but he didn’t see me… will you bring the lanterns in?”

You’re delusional. It’s to be expected. Your wounds are severe and perhaps you won’t make it after all…

Your hand reaches out for his, clutching his fingers in a weakened grip. You’re trying to say something, but nothing comes out.  You’re too weak for it. 

On instinct, his hand hovers for the Tensaiga. But you were not dead. The Tensaiga could return someone from death, but it could not heal the wounds of the living. There is nothing to be done, on that end. 

No, you would have to be healed with medicine and time and care. He looks down at your feeble body and imagines himself doing it, imagines giving the orders for his servants to prepare the right medicines. 

He thinks of how you would heal slowly, under his orders. And then an image comes to him, muddy but strong: your guilty face as he admonishes you for trying to perform your normal duties--mending and cooking and cleaning--once you felt a little better. You might bite your lower lip and apologize, calling him my lord in a way that had begun to give him pleasure.

The way his stomach twisted at that vision almost makes him recoil from you entirely. Who are you, truly, to cause such reactions in a demon lord? 

Many things. You are many things. 

You are a nuisance, a thorn in his shoes; he doesn’t know why he can’t simply rip you out and let the wound heal, forgetting you along the way. 

You slow him down and require him to correct your behavior, as if you’re some novice apprentice without any experience or care in the world. You talk too much, musing on this or that in your travels. You breach the lines of propriety, though he can usually count on Jaken to admonish you for daring to ask personal questions of your lord. 

You are all these things, and yet there’s something more; it’s this more which makes him push away the idea of letting you go. Death won’t reach you, not now, in any case. You are not just a nuisance, not just a thorn: you are his. 

And with that thought, he reaches down and scoops you up, mindful of the wounds on your stomach. 

He walks past Jaken, watching the scene from the vantage point Sesshomaru placed him at earlier. 

“Let’s go, Jaken. I’m taking them home for recovery.”

For once, his staff-wielding servant is too shocked to offer an incredulous answer in reply.

In his arms, you breathe against him. Weak and clinging to life--but you breathe.

It’s enough. 

[escape-from-reality-reads]

Armored

The start of a fic set in regards to a conversation that happened between my partner and me in regards to Tieflings using their tails for various things.

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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You were staring. You knew it. Molly knew it. Everyone knew it and it was starting to get weird. 

It wasn’t the first time Molly had been stared at, being part of a carnival for a while, but the Nein were a bit more cautious about where they looked so as to not garner unwanted attention. Yet here you were; deep in thought, unmoving, and staring at his tail. At first he thought you were just staring into space so he started moving the appendage back and forth to be sure, only to have your eyes follow its every move. 

Glancing towards the rest of the crew with a smirk he lifts his tail to eye height, your eyes faithfully following.

“Glad you were able to find my eyes darling.”

“Why don’t you use your tail as a whip?”

He freezes at the random sentence. “I — What?”

You finally focus on his face. “Your tail. Why don’t you use it as a whip? I’ve seen both you and Jester lash your tails fairly quickly and it's about the width of my whip.” You place your bullwhip on the table, unwrapping part of it. 

Jester was the first to recover “That would hurt tho.” 

You look over. “Not if you wrap or braid it with leather or something. You’d essentially be making a new piece of armor that protects your tail. Plus you could probably find a blacksmith and get a piece of metal that you could place over the end that would be sharper to help deal damage.” 

“Almost like a stinger on a wasp.” Yasha responds, entering the conversation. “You could grapple with your arms and wrap around with your tail.” 

“Even without wrapping I feel like it wouldn’t be too different from clotheslining someone with an arm.” Beau leans forward, now entrenched in the idea. 

You nod. “It would probably hurt more than that, considering that the amount of contact would be smaller.”

“We could even get different things to attach to the end!” Jester states, pulling out her sketchbook and scribbling down some ideas while muttering to herself.  

Molly, finally snapping out of it, leans forward onto the table. “Your brain never ceases to amaze darling. Where did this come from?” 

You stare at him in confusion, slowly raising the bullwhip from the table. “You have something attached to your ass that looks like a shorter version of my main weapon of choice. I have seen you actively move it however you want. Why are you so surprised I asked this question?” 

Beau laughs. “Molly they say the most out of pocket shit that I have ever heard. You can’t be surprised by this. Between the threats of shaving people bald, wanting to make mimics their pet, and responding to things with random noises that make no sense, I'm just happy there’s some logic in this one.” 

Fjord, Caleb, and Nott sit down with new drinks, Nott speaking up first. “We making fun of Y/N and their mannerisms?” Jester jumps in, quickly explaining the small conversation that had happened while they were away, leaving you able to lean over to Molly. 

“You know, I could just braid a fabric around your tail for fun.” 

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?” 

“Wrap it up, put some charms on the fabric. Could even do so as to match the rest of your attire. Doesn’t have to be a defensive thing.” 

Molly smirks. “Was this just a long con to be able to play with my tail darling? You know all you need to do is ask.” 

You shrug with a smile, a glint in your eye that Molly quite enjoys. “But now Jester has an option to use to get alone time with a certain green someone.” 

Molly barks a laugh “Oh you clever little thing you.” All you respond with is an eyebrow wiggle as you drink your ale. 

[a-writes3]

i took a huge break on here but please send in requests i want to start writing again! people i write for is on my pinned post! i only write for women/ non binary characters.

adding the characters from the critical role campaigns to the list of characters i write for as well!

[demigoddessqueens]

Could you write something with a reader who is really awkward and shy about touching their s/o? Maybe the first time they brush their hand against their s/o for the very first time and how they would react? Please make this one about percy, vax, molly, yasha and beau if you can? im just in love with them lately 💕

This is so cute 🥹! Also Mighty Nein my beloveds!!

Percy

He’s not as used to such open affection but he’s coming around to it. Percy knows it’s not your strong suit but he’s EXTREMELY patient with you and welcomes the gentle touches. Complete with the shy flushed smile he fails to hide

Vax’ildan

Thinks it’s the most precious thing about you, and gives you as much time and space that you need. Even if you are feeling bold on particular days, he can’t help but place a small kiss on your hand/along your fingers.

Mollymauk

Used to being the loud and center of attention, your shyness is a complement to the tiefling’s behavior. Still, he has soft praises to offer along with cheeky compliments. And he can’t help but wrap that tail around you with a purr.

Beau

She is more of the bold type and can’t help but tease you a little in the shyness. Sure she may try to hold your hand as a “next step” but she respects your boundaries, and still wants to see that other smile on your face.

Yasha

Your hand unknowingly brushed hers and through rapid apologies you see her expressions soften. Her story is not lost on you, and eventually you relent and ease into holding her hand.

A soothing voice of “it’s ok, I know.” puts you at ease and soon your grip tightens day by day around hers.

[hymn-of-muse]

Not My Flower.

a Yasha x Reader requested by @botanicalbard

"tell me, bard. you've been seen with the nein quite often, you're familiar with them, yes? tell me all you know of them." a man demanded in a low tone, face obscured by shadow in the dimly lit room.

you'd left the tavern after you and your friends had a few drinks, all you wanted was a bit of fresh air as the ale started to take affect on you. you we not expecting, however, to be grabbed from behind and dragged into the alleyway next to the tavern, a hand silencing you and arms holding you firm so you couldnt run away.

the next thing you knew, you found yourself in a small room, windows covered up and the lighting too dim to make out any doorway outline, unless it was behind where you sat on a stool, ankles restrained and hands tied at the wrist around the support beam you were leaning against.

a man, clearly trying to intimidate you into talking about your friends weaknesses and secrets, stood over you with his arms crossed. you could hear someone in the corner shift, so you knew it wasnt just him here.

"i'll ask you again-"

"no i heard you" you interrupted "im just not sure what it is specifically you want to know, i mean theyre a lovely bunch, sure, but you cant just be so vague, do you want me to give you an introduction for each individual? i can do that in song!" you told him smugly

"what?" he gave a confused look upon your sudden compliance "no-no, no songs, just tell me-"

"are you sure? i got a really good one! oh! or i could sing you a tale of the mighty nein's greatest adventures thus far! what a brave and interesting party of beings they are, like this one time-"

"stop that!" the man snapped, agitated by your interruptions and clear attempt at stalling him for more time. "enough of your games, bard, just tell me what i ask of you and nothing more. if you comply, we'll consider letting you go unharmed. got it?"

"come on, you went through all this effort and all you want is a little information? why not a whole story, huh? not even one song? all you want is small talk? thats so boooring" you groaned, putting emphasis on the 'o' in boring.

the man gave a grunt of frustration as he grabbed hold of your shirt collar and got all threatening in your face. "shut up! just tell me each of their weaknesses, secrets, some information i can ACTUALLY use!"

"one, ew your breath smells. two, nah thats lame. besides, by now they likely know im gone and will come looking for me. you made a huge mistake thinking i was a good kidnapping choice." you chuckled, still smug as ever.

"yeah? what makes you so sure they'll find you?" he grumbled.

"because the barbarian's my girlfriend, and she can get really physical when shes angry"

"heh, you think youre safe? youre not going anywhere till i get something outta you" he glared, raising a fist to throw a punch just when the door swung open with a crash, breaking it off its hinges.

in the doorway now stood yasha after she'd kicked in the door, the light outside illuminating the room and as she stepped in with heavy foot falls, the anger on her face was clear as day. she gave an icy cold glare to the man who's fish was frozen in the air.

"how did you..?" the other person in the corner finally spoke up with a weak voice.

"your neighbors made a noise complaint" yasha stated, storming closer to the man who threatened you a minute before as he stumbled back and reached for a weapon to defend himself with.

when he tried to swing a club at her, she grabbed it and tore it out of his hands, tossing it to the side and grabbing him by the arm. she swung him around and threw him into the other person, knocking them both out on impact when the hit the wall.

"are you hurt?" yasha asked you as she quickly moved to undo your restraints, a gentle hand moving to the side of your face to make sure you were alright. the look of concern on her face said everything.

"i knew you'd find me" you smiled sweetly at her, leaning your head into her warm hand as her shoulders dropped in relief.

"of course i did. i wouldnt let anyone hurt you." she spoke with a light chuckle to her voice, hoisting you into her arms and walking out of the room as she carried you. "not my flower."

reblogs are appreciated! im sorry this took a while to get done! /g

[nightfallgame]

SHORT — Yasha (01)

Originally Written: 06-12-20

Prompt: Yasha waking up from an PTSD nightmare and reacting by trying to strangle his S/O before coming to his senses. Bring me the angst, Liz, bring it to me~

Yasha dreams of things that he never wants to remember. 

He's killed people. He's killed more people than he can count. As the years have passed, missions have blurred endlessly into each other until Yasha can barely recount which person died when and how. It's an endless, churning void of death and bloodshed. 

When he sleeps, Yasha always seems to revisit those times. Some are worse than others. Dreaming of slicing some faceless man's throat will always be better than having to remember blowing out the brains of a father standing between Yasha and his child. 

When Yasha's awake, these things are vague and shapeless, never surpassing the endless feeling of guilt that he can never shake. 

It's when he sleeps that the memories sharpen and grow teeth. 

. . . 

Yasha stands in a pit of bodies— still warm, not long dead. There's blood up to his knees, lapping against his skin with sticky heat. Wherever he is is bathed in murky, red light; just enough to let him see his surroundings in somewhat clarity. 

He can't make out the faces of the corpses. He can't make out their age, their gender, or anything other than the lone fact that they're dead. 

Around him are walls of rough, viscera-stained concrete. The only visible exit is a metal grate maybe ten feet above Yasha's head— pitch-black darkness extending into the space above it. There's nothing but Yasha and the bodies piled at his feet. 

For a while, everything is quiet and still. 

Then, far in the background, a siren begins to wail. 

Yasha shivers. The sound, even quiet and distant, feels like it's scraping his nerves raw. Something about it is wrong. 

The siren gets steadily louder. And as it does, a sense of deep-rooted terror begins to form in Yasha's chest. He looks around, searching for an exit, not allowing himself to give away the sudden anxiety crawling under his skin because that would be weakness and weakness is what gets you fucking killed—

Wait, Yasha thinks. Since when did he want to live?

Something, suddenly, deep in the pit of bodies and fresh blood, moves against Yasha's leg. 

Instantly, Yasha goes on the defensive, tensing and going to grab the blade at his hip. He realizes that it isn't there in the same moment that a hand reaches up out of the gore and claws at his thigh with blunt, broken nails. 

No, no, that's wrong. Everything in here is dead, and corpses don't move. Yasha takes a shaky step backward, praying that the hand was a trick of the flickering light. 

The siren's wail sharply rises in pitch. Yasha's eyes squeeze shut on instinct. He only barely manages to avoid covering his ears. It takes a moment for Yasha to force his eyes open, but when he does—

The corpses are slowly rising to their feet. 

Yasha staggers backward, breath coming sharply in his chest. He feels a hand grasp at his ankle, another at his wrist. He tears away from their grasp just as fast, staggering backward step by step, wading through the pile of shifting flesh... right up until his back hits the concrete behind him, nowhere to run. 

More corpses have stood on unsteady legs and what appears to be broken bones. They shuffle forward— faceless mannequins of gore and death, closing in one step at a time. 

With the siren still wailing, growing ever louder, one of the corpses steps close enough that something inside of Yasha snaps. 

He gets his hands around the windpipe of the biggest one, putting all of his weight and strength into forcing it backward. He forces to the ground, kneeling amidst the cadavers, blood soaking up to his chest. Yasha's stomach lurches, his throat goes raw. He squeezes, squeezes—

. . . 

"Y-Yasha—! You're hurting me—!"

A breath tears through Yasha's chest— an inhale so deep that it feels like his lungs might burst. His eyes fly open, seeing nothing but darkness. For a moment, red flashes behind his eyelids, the taste of blood coating his throat. 

There's no siren. 

Reality comes clawing back with force, and abruptly, Yasha is aware that he's in your bedroom. There's the soft fabric of sheets against his knees, his hair is loose around his shoulders—

And his hands are around your throat. 

Yasha lets go like he's been burned. He lurches back so suddenly that all balance fails him, sending him crashing to the floor from over the side of the bed. His heart is pounding in his ears like gunfire— His chest is on fire from not being able to draw breath— You're coughing, whimpering, letting out pained, horrible sounds—!

Before he knows what's happening, Yasha is screaming so loudly that his throat burns around the force of it. Terror seizes at his chest, clamping down around his ribcage like a vice, and not letting a wisp of air through. 

He's clawing at his arms, blood is welling up under his nails, and—

"Yasha, it's me."

"Come on, you're okay." 

"Breathe" 

"I'm right here."

Words flicker in and out, coupled with a hand on his back. It takes what feels like hours for Yasha to find air, but when he does, the white terror-lights flashing across his vision finally fade. 

You're sitting next to him. That's the first thing he's aware of. You're on the ground, your hand is on his back, and your voice sounds like you're crying. 

You should be, after what he did to you. 

"I'm sorry—" he chokes, his voice a whisper of a scream. 

"It was just a dream, Yasha, you're okay. I'm okay. I'm not hurt. You scared me a little, but it's okay. Keep breathing for me, shhh, just breathe." You keep talking, endless words of comfort and reassurance that make Yasha's skin crawl. He doesn't deserve this. The nightmare, in itself, was real. It was everything he deserved. 

He could have killed you, Yasha knows. If he'd used just a little more strength, you might have met the same fate as the faceless bodies in his dream. It would have been so easy for him to kill you. It always would be. 

Yasha closes his eyes and tastes copper against his tongue. 

[randoimago]

Hi! Could you please write an Essek-Caleb-reader poly and separately a Yasha-Beau-Reader poly where the reader REALLY wants to make the holiday dinner, but is a clumsy chef and occasionally gets a small burn or cut? Thank you!!

Clumsy Chef Reader Making Dinner

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionette

Warning(s): Blood, Light injuries

Note(s): Sure thing, here you go!!

Essek/Caleb/Reader

They both try not to hover, but they can't help hovering now and then. While they trust your determination, they don't trust your dexterity. Essek is the one that worries more, being more meticulate about things. Caleb notices that it's starting to make you a bit jittery with their hovering so he pulls Essek away to give you space.

While neither are healers in any copacity, there are potions and bandages on hand. Anytime you cuss or hiss in pain due to a new cut, you can expect one of the wizards to be by your side. Essek being the one to tenderly take your hands in his while he cleans your cut and applies the bandage. Caleb tutting and murmuring in Zemnian, probably light scolding, as he inspects the wound before fixing it too.

When the food is finally done (which would have been done much sooner if you had accepted Caleb's offer of using the cats), the two are complimenting you on the cooking and how much work you put into this. They are going to make sure that you have someone else in the kitchen from now on because neither of their hearts can take the amount of bandages you have covering your hands and arms.

Beau/Yasha/Reader

Yasha is usually the one that cooks and she's more chaotic in the way that you have no idea what weird creature you'll be eating. So when you take over, the two can't help being intrigued as well as very supportive as you work.

Definitely fussing over you if you get a cut. If you complain about blood in the food then you'll hear Yasha saying, "It adds seasoning, don't worry my love." and Beau adding, "It's more fun if it gets a tad bloody" (which you don't quite know what she's referring to and decide it's best not to ask).

Both of them have experience with bandages up wounds too so while you have Yasha and Beau switching who's feeding you (because you put the work in making it, so they're going to feed you), the other is holding your hands delicately as they place bandages and salves on you.

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[jokeringcutio]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

<3 Wow, since I've been writing fanfics for years, I have so many to choose from. But let me stick to my reader-insert-focused darker fics that I post on this account.

1:

The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (Female) Reader. Explicit with lots of warnings. By far my proudest (and smuttiest?) work.

By far a number one position. Not only do you people seem to love it, I have received so many messages of readers going back to the story for the umpteenth time to reread it all. (And you have no diea how those little messages strengthened me when my health abandoned me). You devour it. And even I have been rereading my own tale several times and enjoyed it. So yes, I definitely want to write an ending to it. I also have plans to have the full story out before Joker 2 comes out.

Fun fact: The entire fic was inspired by the gif I added above)

2:

Pine Cone Child – Fandom: Enola Holmes, Pairing: Enola Holmes/Linthorn (one-sided & Noncon), Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes. Explicit with lots of warnings.

I got a big thrill sending these chapters out into the world and found myself on a roll with this fic. The idea came with one scene, of a boy meeting his biological father, and realizing that he had a far more gritty past than he always had assumed. But to get to that chapter, I had to write many more. In the end, that chapter was never posted online. And the chapters I had finished about Enola and her mother visiting Linthorn’s grave and the chapter that was to follow after got lost when my laptop crashed. I was also too ill and too tired to write, so it never reached its end. I am not sure if I will ever finish this one. I think, it is pretty okay as it is. Even if I never got to the ending the whole idea sprouted from in the first placed. For now, it is on hold.

3. Removed Fics/Or old account fics:

The first multi-chapter fic became a success, many years ago. I will not name the title, the quality is shite compared to what I write now (still shite, but different shite). One of the first fandoms I wrote fanfiction in was Inu Yasha. The much-explored ‘Inu Yasha scampers off with Kikyo and Kagome finds comfort in Sesshoumaru’s arms’ was still new, there were about 20 fics or so about this pairing in English. The encouragement I received made me want to keep posting my work. I still receive reviews for these fics.  

4. A deleted Sweeney Todd Smut fic, featuring Sweeney Todd x Lovett’s daughter. I might reupload this one day, perhaps as a reader insert.

But because I want to tag a tale: Have you tried reading my dark romance (aka, Reader let yourself be kidnapped by a slasher guy)  The Chance to Make A Change. Fandom: The Black Phone. Pairing: Albert Shaw ( The Grabber ) x (f) Reader. Explicit. Loads of warnings.

Shared 5:

His – Fandom: Moon Knight, Pairing: Dr. Arthur Harrow x (f) Reader. Mature with warnings.

I am surprised by how much feedback and likes I received on this, even if the numbers of hits and kudos on AO3 are low. But for the short tale it is, I like it. Because it shows a budding relationship over time, cut into short chapters, and has a little evil twist at the end of it. Also, I could totally live with this happening to me, if I were the reader.

Shared 5:

No Family Man – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (afab) Reader. Mature with warnings.

Another one of my fics I love to return to, and that was generally received well. It started as two imagines which I then combined. It has lots of personal experience elements in it that to me, make it all the more special. What they are, I will leave for you to guess.

I would love to finish the Princess and the Clown - Joker 2019 fanfic of Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader I once started. Perhaps rewrite it a little. Same for my Benvolio x Mercutio Hanahaki Story (you Shakespearean lovers might know me of my many Tybalt x Mercutio and Mercutio x basically anyone fics).

I have a few Star Wars Reader Inserts that were never finished but tickle my fancy. Mostly Reader x Kylo Ren or Reader x Hux (or both lol).

By far most of my proudest fanfics have been personal gifts to friends. It is how I started writing when in High School, and I still gift fics for people's birthdays. I especially like the Sherlock Holmes range I did for several friends, in which my friends always ended up being the evil masterminds who outsmarted Sherlock and Watson. But also, because I had illustrations to go along with these fics. <3

But first, I need to finish a whole list of unfinished works: starting with a Crimson Peak inspired modern reader au that has been pending for over 2 years, as well as the Joker fic mentioned on number one. Then there's a summery romantic Arthur Harrow x Reader tale I want to gift to someone on here, and a Harrow Patient x Reader fic that wants to be written in between.

ARGH!

Not to mention the many Arthur Fleck x Reader prompts I have pending. I LOVE YOU, KEEP SENDING ME STUFF <3

[annadoingshitpoorly]

Rules and Regulations (Writing)

Minors DNI - Ageless Blogs will be BLOCKED (soz it’s for your own good x)

Currently taking Requests for...

THE LAST OF US - Ellie/Dina/Tess/Abby

CRITICAL ROLE - Vex/Keyleth/Pike/Yasha/Beau/Jester/Fearne/Imogen

What I’ll write...

Smut (Consensual and dub-con)

Fluffy shit

Angsty shit

WLW/NBLW/NBLNB (soz men, my lesbian ass hates writing for y’all xx)

What I won’t write...

Paedophilia

Non-Con

or Incest

Please note, I’ll be taking requests at my own discretion and if I find your ask makes me uncomfortable, I’ll not answer it/respond. 

CURRENT WIPS

Knight Abby Anderson x Plus Size Princess Reader - Chapter 2

Dina x Reader (In universe one shot)

Twilight AU Ellie x Reader x Abby (Love Triangle Part 1)

[railroad-migraine]

Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?

Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.

I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx

~ Poet

Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek

Beau 💜

She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.

The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.

She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.

-

Caleb 💜

The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.

You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.

The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.

-

Fjord 💜

The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.

He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.

When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.

-

Jester 💜

You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.

With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.

She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.

-

Molly 💜

The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.

The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.

But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.

-

Yasha 💜

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.

Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.

She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."

-

BONUS: Kingsley 💜

It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.

So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.

Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.

-

BONUS: Essek 💜

This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.

You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.

You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.

[icarusthefoolish]

The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

Nothing here yet...

Beauregard Lionett

Nothing here yet...

Jester Lavorre

Nothing here yet...

Fjord Stone

Nothing here yet...

Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

Nothing here yet...

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

Nothing here yet...

Kingsley Tealeaf

Nothing here yet...

Yasha Nydoorin

Nothing here yet...

[peach-the-owl]

OMG I JUST HAD THE BEST ANGST IDEA! For the mighty nein (if you aren't already working on something similar) how would they react to their kid dying for the first time, like full on revivify ! Sorry this just came to my mind

I apologize in advance if some of these were bad, this was a harder one to write, but… At long last it’s finished! This has got to be the most requested thing I’ve ever gotten…… Hope you guys enjoy 😈

A Terrible Fate

Child of the Nein (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader)

Warning: child death (this is not a light matter)

Jester

Jester's never fully experienced what it’s like to lose someone she was close to, and you being a child made her believe you were near invincible. After all who would hurt a child so badly? However that false fantasy would soon be shattered right in front of her…

You had been struck down by a powerful attack from the enemy and while Jester was extremely concerned, she didn’t think too much on it when she runs over to you. She attempts to cast a quick Cure Wounds spell on you so she can focus on taking down the enemy again but when it doesn’t work her concern slowly melts into fear.

“No, nonono. Cmon, why isn’t it working? Get up, (y/n), please get up.” Her voice cracks as she gently tries shaking you awake, but you give no reaction. Her breathing gets heavier as she becomes more desperate, shaking your body just a little harder to get some form of a reaction out of you… still nothing, and now dread seeps in when she feels for your pulse or rather lack of one, that’s when it all comes crashing down.

A cry unlike any the Nein had heard left her as she clings to your broken body. Fuelled by sorrow and anger she aims an attack to the one who did this to you, vision too blurred by tears to see the image of the Traveler looming menacingly above her, face obscured to hide any expressions as the Guiding Bolt finds its mark and kills them. The rest of the Nein had made quick work finishing off the rest of the attackers, when they all look back they see Jester cradling your body close to her’s.

“It’s okay now, momma’s got you.” She whispers, voice cracking again as she knows you can’t hear her. Remembering the haversack, she quickly opens it and starts frantically rummaging around until she found a diamond. Practically ripping the jewel out of the bag she presses it against where your heart is, praying she didn’t exhaust all her magic and can still save you…

To be continued…

Veth

Everything felt like a blur, fire elementals attacking, the charge of energy, the fiery blast, Marion’s scream…

Veth ran over as soon as she could to see if her children were alright, seeing Marion holding onto Luc who was shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down his face. Hearing his mother’s approach he looks at her and starts crying harder.

“Mom!” He cries through hiccups. “I-I didn’t mean to…” He whimpers.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Didn’t mean to what?” Veth tries to console her son but concern grows stronger now that she realizes you’re not sitting next to him.

“I t-t-tried to m-move but I-I-I can’t-t… th-they ju-just ju-umped in front-front of me.” He stutters out through sobs and hiccups. Veth froze when she finally saw your body laying in front of the two, badly burned and still as a statue. That’s when it all clicked in for her, tears welling in her eyes. A scream filled with sorrow and rage rips from her throat as she takes aim on the fire elemental. Her only thoughts being the sooner they finish this thing off the better chance they still have to bring you back…

To be continued…

Caleb

It happened so fast it didn’t even register in Caleb’s mind right away, finding himself walking almost mindlessly over to where you were now laying on the ground. It was a long moment of just staring, seeing the singe marks on your side, the small bit of blood dribbling out of your mouth… your lack of breathing…

It all registered at once and now Caleb was hyperaware of everything, catching the attacker out of the corner of his eye and making a dash after them without much thought, leaving the rest of the Nein to deal with the remaining enemies. They were fast but using his self made Produce Flames spell he was able to strike them and send them tumbling to the ground. When he was close enough is when he saw it, those unmistakable marks of a Volstrucker, this was done on purpose, and it makes something within him snap.

Before any words can be spoken Caleb strikes the Volstrucker with a Fire Bolt, a harrowing scream coming from them as they’re set a blaze. He unleashes another and another, over and over, vision border lining red with his fury as he continues he’s onslaught of spells (for any Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood fans, just think Roy Mustang vs Envy). It’s not until Fjord runs over and has to pin Caleb’s arms down to urge him stop.

“Let me go! They deserve this for what they’ve done!” He thrashes against his friend as he’s pulled away from the charred remains of the Volstrucker. When your motionless figure enters his vision again does some minor clarity return, rushing to your side and collapsing to the ground with a cry as he cradles your body in his arms.

“Mein Kleiner, bitte komm zurück zu mir. Bitte. Es tut mir leid Es tut mir leid Es tut mir leid…”

To be continued…

Caduceus

For one to meet their demise isn’t unusual or new to Caduceus, he’s been surrounded by death all his life, but when it’s yours that meets a sudden end he’s almost ready to rethink everything…

The sight in front of him doesn’t feel real at first, more like a terrible nightmare through hazy vision but when reality snaps into place he realizes that it isn’t hazy because of some dream, it’s hazy from tears. It’s not common for people to see him cry or angered but the rest of the Nein were in for a frightful sight when the sorrowful look on his face quickly shifts to fury.

Striking his staff to the ground Caduceus gives a silent order to his spirit guardians, the spectral beetles closing in, swarming the attacker. Screams of terror ring across the area before fading into nothing the beetles dissipating into nothing leaving a bare skeleton behind. Not even paying any mind to what just happened, Caduceus hurry’s over to where your body laid still, kneeling down and carefully cradling you in his arms.

He moved slowly and gently, as if any harsh movements might cause you to shatter to pieces in the blink of an eye. The rest of the Nein gather around, Jester quickly shuffling through her bag in search of a diamond. When she retrieves one Caduceus holds out his hand, understanding what he wants to do Jester hands him the diamond. He prays quietly to the Wildmother to as he begins the spell.

“Please… wake up. Open your eyes… it’s not your time yet.” He mutters, well, more like pleads as he starts shedding tears he tried so hard to hold back…

To be continued…

Fjord

“Darling, we have business elsewhere.” Avantica says, her eyes swaying slightly away from Fjord’s and onto you when she adds. “I told you this wasn’t over.” As if the battle wasn’t chaotic enough already, now with the Cloven Crystal rolling around and Avantica back from the dead things got even worse…

He regrets the fog cover, he really regrets putting up the fog cover, it obscured the enemies field of vision sure but it also obscured his allies vision if they weren’t close to him. You were not close to him, amongst all the chaos happening he’d lost sight of where you were. Everyone tried to surround Avantica, keep her from getting away but one quick Dimension Door and she was out of their grasp. A faint gasp caught Fjords ear, looking over the world seemed to suddenly move in slow motion when he sees you teetering near the edge of the ship, the curved blade of Avantica’s dagger plunged right through your chest. A wicked smile on her face as she pulls out the dagger and retreats, the force behind it causing your body to fall limply into the frozen waters below.

Panic, anguish, rage, sorrow, so may emotions were running through Fjords head as he runs to the edge of the ship and dives into the water without a second thought. He swims down as fast as possible reaching out to grab your arm, as your body drifts down. When he breaches the surface again he lets out the cry he was holding in, alerting the Nein to his whereabouts. After a short debate on what to do next, Caduceus agreed to stay behind and watch over you while the others went after Avantica.

“Wildmother please… bring them back to me.” Fjord mutters before he and Yasha make a dive into the water…

To be continued…

Beau (there’s like one swear word, it’s Beau I couldn’t help it)

It’s the final showdown, all or nothing and anything could go… or anyone…

The fight was tense, but Beau had to push down any exhaustion that was trying to creep up, they had to stop Lucien once and for all and with that thought in mind goes in for another attack. He laughs, she hit him hard and he laughs, it’s unnerving to say the least especially since he wasn’t even looking at her. When realization reaches her it’s already too late, she sees catches your shocked expression, eyes wide but all too quickly grow dull and lifeless as you plummet to the ground.

For a moment she feels paralyzed, staring down at your lifeless form, still staring blankly into nothingness. Her body shakes, hands balling into fists, breathing getting heavier through clenched teeth that they might just shatter from the friction. This was the last straw, sure she wanted her friend back but no one messes with her child and expects to get away with it unscathed… an eye for an eye as they say.

“You bastard! You’ll pay for this!!” A scream of pure fury erupts from Beau as she charges for Lucien with a renewed vigour for vengeance…

To be continued…

Yasha

You’ve had so many close calls before that at first it felt like this was just another one of those moments. When she drew nearer to you, seeing the large gash in your neck, your form unmoving to even try and slow the blood flow…

This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be. She can’t lose another person she loves so dearly, not now, not after everything she’s done to keep you safe. Yasha easily threw herself into a rage with a scream holding so much fury, fear and sorrow behind it. Her tears blurred her vision as she recklessly swings for the one responsible for taking you away from her.

Honestly there wasn’t much of a battle after you fell, Yasha easily cut down the remaining enemies with little issue. When she sobers up again she practically throws her weapon to the side as she rushes over to where you body still laid, ignoring the blood that covers her when she scoops you into her arms.

“No no, please no… I can’t lose another… I can’t lose you too. Please… I’d give anything…” She sobs to herself as she tightly grasps your broken body, praying for a miracle…

To be continued…

Molly

First they bring to life the near unkillable Laughing Hand, then they turned Yasha against everyone, now it’s revealed that Lorenzo was still alive and kicking. Everyone thought he was dead, but it seemed the Chained Oblivion had other plans. This was not fairing well for Molly, and things were only going to get worse…

They had to retreat, there was no debate to that, but with 3 formidable foes on their tails it was not an easy task. It was a mad dash to the exit but something felt off to Molly, like something was missing. He dared himself to look back, and a terrifyingly familiar sight greeted him. You were caught in Lorenzo’s grasp, the oni laughing at your feeble attempts to break free. Skidding to a stop, Molly makes a beeline towards you. Everything feels too slow, Lorenzo shifting his gaze to stare Molly down, the wicked smirk that etches on his face… the sickening sound of breaking bones.

No, this… this was a joke, right? You’re just putting up an act to fool them… right? Your body collapses to the ground with a thud. Luckily speed was on his side, Molly snatching you up and just making it out of the room before the door finally seals itself again. His breathing was heavy as he looks down at you, wanting to ignore how cold you felt in his arms.

“Come on kiddo, get up. You’re okay… you’re-divines don’t do this to me now…” For once words failed him, fumbling over himself the more reality set in. “It’s not fair, why’d it have to…” His voice trails off as sobs racked through his body while he held your lifeless form in his arms. “IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME!” He cries, holding your body tighter, begging whatever deities were listening to bring you back…

To be continued…

[babylonbirdmeat]

The injokes in this system are bizarre and I love it

[demigoddessqueens]

Ok so I'm just spitballinh ideas here cause I've been catching up on CritRol, looking at your posts and I love the mighty nein but like here me out....

Mighty nein (or VM) with their cowboy traveler...who is like the ghost rider?

Oohh the supernatural, my favorite trope

Caleb

As curious and amazed as he is about you, Caleb is a man that gets to the heart of things and wants to know the depth of you and how you are with/without the powers.

Jester

She’s thrown around the word “beautiful” before but to her, you are downright eldritch ethereal in all the flames and celestial powers you wield.

Essek

Studying magic led him to you, which became even more than he could have ever imagined. All his studies and knowledge prove helpful to you, but at the heart of it he thinks it’s sweet you let him in and help you with any knowledge he has to share.

Fjord

Given his past ties to the Betrayer God and Wildmother, he looks to you as someone he can confide in about his past. You both bond over your history and have a strong connection over your stories and where these paths have led you.

Beauregard

She can’t help but stammer in amazement at your powers and sometimes fires off a thousand questions about how, when, and why you got your powers. Plus, dueling makes for a good way to get to know each other.

Yasha

The winged woman is another one who’s story is all too well tied with revenge, and given her history and your story, there’s also a strong bond/connection about battling between good and bad which you two are more than familiar with.

Nott/Veth

May or may not have let it slipped she thinks you’re “hot” when you took your form, but flames make it easy to hide your blush. Sometimes she crawls up on your shoulders just for an excuse to be near you, saying you’re warm and cozy at all times.

Mollymauk/Kingsley

He’s an individual whose known what it’s like to have different identities, which gives you two something to talk about. Through hellfire, he still sees the Celestial side of your powers shine through and thinks you’re worthy than any god being that brought him back.

Cadeuces

For a calm one, he sure is keen on showing you how enthralled he can be about your abilities and who you are in legion with. Though you appreciate his ramblings about his Celestial knowledge, it’s cute someone cares for you

[gorgynei]

underrated canonical yasha fact: she likes to read