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The Fall

Ashton x Aasimar!Reader Angst

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched you, the person he loved, have a sword plunged through your chest. The light in your eyes faded as your body began to slide off the bloodied blade. You were hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if you weren’t already dead, that would certainly kill you.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect you against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with you. You two were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two of you, what hope could you have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as your body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting you go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of your wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing your lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of you both. Not again for him and not for you. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift you up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. You had to be ok. He had to keep you safe.

Momentum. He began to sway your body to gain enough momentum to swing you onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull you up, there was no way he was pulling himself with you. But he wasn’t important, you were. You first. You would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at you. He loved you so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not you.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. You became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged your arm, slamming your body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. As you careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of your body with his own, hoping to break the fall for you as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside you. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing you, loving you, there was no world he wanted to live in without you. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into your head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel your speed increase the farther you fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see you barely conscious, your angelic wings sprouted from your back. Your arms gripped him tightly as you struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, you glided for as long as you could until exhaustion took over and you resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as you hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But were you alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Your broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to you, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to you. He had to help you.

Ashton rifled through both your bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down your throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, you aren’t dead. You can’t be dead. You had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over your body. Why did he survive? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion you had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring you back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in your chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Your chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing your hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but you’d deal with that later. Laying next to your breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, your chest sparked.

[theawkwardwriter12]

can you write the word count. if not i’ll stan you.

I didn’t know what it was because I wrote it on my phone notes since my computer was acting up, Alana. You know this. But I’ll try to do that next time if I can find something to count it.

Update: Found a thing, word count has been posted! Thanks, Alana :) you’re next

[theawkwardwriter12]

The Fall

Ashton x Sam

Sam is my friend and the biggest Ashton simp I know so this is for you, buddy 😌

Ashton x Reader version will be uploaded tomorrow >:)

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Enjoy the angst :)

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched the woman he loved have a sword plunged through her chest. The light in her eyes faded as her body began to slide off the bloodied blade. She was hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if she wasn’t already dead, that would certainly kill her.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect her against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with Sam. They were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two, what hope could they have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as Sam’s body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting her go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of Sam’s wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing Sam’s lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of them. Not again for him and not for her. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift her up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. She had to be ok. He had to keep her safe.

Momentum. He began to sway her body to gain enough momentum to swing her onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull her up, there was no way he was pulling himself with her. But he wasn’t important, she was. Her first. She would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at Sam. He loved her so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not her.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. Sam became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged Sam’s arm, slamming her body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. As they careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of her body with his own, hoping to break the fall for her as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside her. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing her, loving her, there was no world he wanted to live in without her. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into Sam’s head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel their speed increase the farther they fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see Sam barely conscious, her angelic wings sprouted from her back. Her arms gripped him tightly as she struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, she glided for as long as she could until exhaustion took over and they resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as they hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But was Sam alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Sam’s broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to her, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to her. He had to help her.

Ashton rifled through both their bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down her throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, she isn’t dead. She can’t be dead. She had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over her body. Why did he survive? Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion they had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring her back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in her chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Her chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing her hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but they’d deal with that later. Laying next to her breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, Sam’s chest sparked.

[theawkwardwriter12]

Hello! I’m Megan!

I write Critical Role stuff!

I have ADHD so I have zero brain capacity for a full length fic, and I don’t have any ideas for anything that large! So these will be short and sweet with maybe a few longer ones, but nothing chaptered or anything like that.

I am open to requests for any main player character from any campaign! I will do my best to emulate the character, but don’t expect it to be perfect. The requests may or may not be done (at least in a timely manner) as this is just a fun side account for hobby writing. My other account is @theawkwardartist12 for my art/commissions which is my full time job atm, so I am usually quite busy with that.

These will mostly be Character x Reader, but I am open to whatever else y’all might have ideas for whether it be romantic, platonic, character x character, friend group, fluff, angst, AU, etc. There will be a lot of Vax, Ashton, and Dorian content because those are the guys that my friends and I simp for right now :) and are making a, so far, 80+ Google Slides self-insert fic that will never see the light of day (we are cringe).

Also these will be SFW! I do not write smut, go find the nasty elsewhere. Things might get mildly “spicy”, but everything will remain PG-13 without any explicit detail. I happily welcome and invite the simps not the horny.

Anyway, that’s all. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy what I have to write!