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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Vax Playing Hard to Get

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, confessions, hard to get, jealousy, surprise kiss

A/N: It doesn't matter how hard to get he is, I would do anything to make him happy.

The rouge elf is always hard to get in battle

All his enemies who've faced him and lived to tell the tail will tell you that he is impossible to get his hands on

Who would have thought that Vax would use those skills in love as well

He can always tell when he's being watched, and by none other then the object of his own affections

You have to put in a little bit of work into it though

Just because he's a huge flirt and good at it doesn't mean that he's an easy man to seduce

When you're alone and you think things are going somewhere he will completely change the topic, shattering any chance of a love confession

Flirty jokes are his go to jokes so it's hard to tell when he's being serious with you

Vax is frustrating to say the least but that just makes you want him even more, and once you have him you can wipe that smug smirk off his kissable mouth

Making you jealous was never part of his plan, it was a side effect of him pulling away from you for little too long one night in a very lively inn

People hit on him, and with each one he turned down you grew braver

Taking one last sip of liquid courage you approached him, right as he declined another person's offer to go to their room

A decline was already on his lips when he turned and saw that it was you who asked and you who moved in closer and closer until your lips were on his

Taking someone like him by surprise is quite the feat

Impressed as he is he can tell that you've had a little too much to drink so he takes you back to your room

He doesn't leave until morning, watching after you long after you fell asleep

You're quite embaressed in the morning and you have a headache too, a terrible start to your day

Well Vax can make it better, by telling you he will finally stop running

You impressed him, so he will no longer be playing games with you, so when you feel like confessing again, not while drunk, he will be waiting with an answer

#critical role #critical role x reader #vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #tlvom #tlovm x reader #vax x reader #vox machina #vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #critical role imagine #critical role headcanon #critrole x reader #tlovm #tlovm headcanon #x reader

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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mslaudnatemult · 1 year

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Imdona headcanons just cause

based on this post

💐 Who tends to worry the most? - my guess is it would be Laudna. I feel like out of the two she is the most insecure out of the two and would often worry.

💋 Who is the most physically affectionate? - i feel like Laudna again. However, i don't think either are super being into pda but when alone I think Laudna is the most affectionate and the initiator

⛈ Do they enjoy dancing? - absolutely! this makes me think of when they were traveling just the two of them and them dancing together. Like maybe Imogen teach Laudna some dances she knows and both stumbling and giggling together

🌹⛈Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them? - well obvious Imogen. We've seen this all over the campaign

🌺 Do they go to sleep at the same time as each other? - i get the feeling Imogen stays up the latest cause she has a fear of her nightmares. So she worries about going to sleep. I can see Laudna tryin to stay up and no succeeding.

⚡ What are their nicknames for each other? - I don't really think that have many nicknames. Laudna would call Imogen darling and dear. Imogen might say Babe

🍃 What do they do when the other is stressed? - Laudna is very caring and always willing to listen. Imogen is much the same but much more feisty about it. Imogen will offer to help and do something about it. Laudna is more trying to be present

🌻 How do they spend time if the other is gone? - Laudna crafts haha! No doubt! Imogen might read or go on walks.

💍 Would they ever get married? - YES... this is kinda just my desire lol

✨ Who proposes? - Imogen for sure

📚 Who likes to read? - both do but Imogen does the most

🎩 Who bothers the other person while the other person reads? - Laudna can bother Imogen just a little. But it's more endearing than anything else.

🌼 How do their personalities complement each other? - they are both very relaxed and caring. But i think Imogen is very much an action taker and Laudna is the one who is more deep in thought about things.

🔥 Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner? - IMOGEN. Cause Laudna could just fireball them

🌈 What are their favourite colours? - Imogen's is yellow and purple, Laudna's is red

🌹 Who is the hopeless romantic? - Laudna for sure!

🎭 Who is the dramatic one? - kinda neither. But if i had to pick one with bigger emotions i'd pick Imogen

🎈 Who makes jokes during inappropriate times? - Laudna all the way

💝 What do they love about each other the most? - Laudna loves EVERYTHING about Imogen. But if she had to pick on thing she'd pick her heart. And I think Imogen thinks the same about Laudna. But Imogen might also say her kindness and softness despite everything she's been through

🎵 What's a song (or songs) that remind you of your OTP? - NFWMB by Hozier

#imodna #critical role #cr #laudna #imogen temult #imogen x laudna #laudna x imogen #cr3 #bells hells #imodna headcanons #cr headcanons #critical role headcanon #cr3 headcanons #headcanons

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castiel-013 · 10 months

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I have a headcanon that post-campaign, Essek traveled around to many different parts of the empire and zhorhas while undercover, and worked to repair the damage from the war through magic

#essek thelyss #critical role headcanon

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thatshadowgastwhore · 2 years

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fcg past party speculation

FCG was in another adventuring party before the bell’s hells, and i have headcanons/speculation as to what each of their roles were in the group. some have more basis than others, lol

Dancer: artificer. I have a whole theory on how Dancer came to be an artificer here if you want to read it, but the gist is: she was trained by Tary. this feels like the most solid speculation; she did build aeormatons and gave FCG the purpose of healing, and now he has magic. Artificer shit. Pussy: barbarian. There is nothing more Sam Riegel than having a robot named Pussy be a barbarian. (the juxtaposition of names and roles will be a running theme, lol) It also fits the narrative that Dancer built them all for specific jobs that there would be one specifically for defense. Oatmeal: paladin. This one took me a while to decide on, but i think that for it to be more balanced, having another melee robit would be good, but so would more magic, and i settled on a half-caster. it would also allow them to have a similar source of magic as FCG with their oath magic shit, rather than have dancer be capable of instilling two completely different sources of magic. while i have no clue as to whether oatmeal specifically would be a paladin, i do stand by that if there is another caster in this group, they would likely de a paladin because of this. Also, i think it’s funny for a bright and shiny paladin to be named something kinda derpy like Oatmeal. Apple Pie: ranger/rogue. I personally like the idea of Apple Pie actually being a dark and broody robot who also happens to be named after something super comforting. (and the whole, party balance, dancer was smart, had them for a reason, of course, but also, it’s funny)

This would make that adventuring party consist of an Artificer, Cleric, Barbarian, Paladin, and Ranger/Rogue, aka Mage, Healer, Tank, Fighter, Stealth. Pretty balanced d&d wise (although Sam has said on multiple occasions that he doesn’t really understand how to play d&d so that doesn’t really matter). That being said, does it matter? They’re all dead. You’re right. But like.....are they?

#ask me about my dancer is still alive crack theory #critical role #bell's hells #critical role speculation #critical role headcanon #dancer #fcg #fresh cut grass

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caitmayart · 1 year

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Listen - sometimes I’m a professional.

Other times…. I‘m self indulgent.

I was feeling VERY self indulgent tonight.

#dorym #critical role #cr3 #bells hells #dorian storm #orym of the air ashari #comic #headcanon #cait may #these two will be the death of me #i adore them #i want dorian back #robbie come back my sweet bean

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my-crafted-chaos · 8 months

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A corrupted flame.

(my imagining of a devilish Fearne)

#artists on tumblr #oc #critical role #critical role fanart #dnd art #cr fanart #cr art #digital #artwork #art #fearne critical role #fearne calloway #headcanon #not a spoiler #fanart

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leafspiritz · 4 months

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temults ⚡️

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saturdaysky · 11 months

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mr. the shadowhand

(a chill-out sketch using a cool face reference I found on pexels + a color palette meme my friend gave me)

#critical role #essek thelyss #i've never done a color palette meme before and it was shockingly fun #he is in his ruthless ''never heard a moral i wouldn't discard'' pre-nein era #i don't have a set headcanon for what essek looks like but this is a common way i imagine him #my art

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c-kiddo · 8 months

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loev the idea of caduceus being home for a bit and being able to actually rest and recover and have good meals cooked with his family and perhaps gain a bit of weight finally and be healthier ,but likewith a grandpa body-type and then he just has this floppy stomach and twig arms and no ass still (tone tag compliment and affectionate and full of so much love). example:

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#this was in my draft s . i forgot abt his primordial pouch....#i think abt this often i think its funny and nice #in depth body type headcanons . i just think its fun. and caduceus is my favourite 24yr old grandpa #kiddo say #myart #caduceus clay #critical role #described #(reason i say abt this is because of taliesin repeatedly saying that no cad is still 'not necessarily healthily thin' so . i use powers to #help cad get rest and take care of himself)

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gz-missfit · 1 month

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I love their friendship so much, also very happy to have figured out an fcg design that works for a more expression/cartoony style! We love a lil rock'n'role content

#critical role #critical role fanart #my art #fcg critical role #ashton greymoore #voids gallery #theee booiiiisss #few friend's of mine and me came up with a fun lil headcanon #and that is that during the crook house days #those 2 KEPT stealing clothes #like fcg doesnt have any #but ashton does #and so does milo pffffff #so yeah #constant clothe sterling in that house pffff

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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hello lovely! you’re my favorite bells hells writer, you just hit the nail on the head with every post and i’m so excited everytime i get the notif that you posted

if your requests are still open and you have the time/want to, could you do a bells hells x reader with the prompt “please just hold me?”, like maybe reader had a nightmare or something and asks the party to hold them? please and thank you !!!!

Hello darling! Your words made me all warm and fuzzy, I'm honoured to be a favourite something hehehe. I did a similar post here for when the reader is afraid of the dark, if you're interested :)

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

Fuck- Shit- I mean, sure. Sure. C'mere. I'll keep you close.

Even though you're the one seeking comfort, Ashton initially freaks out a little bit themselves. They're not used to the vulnerability that comes with bad dreams, especially when it's being shared with someone he cares about.

Before you give him the go-ahead, his hands are hovering in mid air, clueless on whether or not it's okay to touch you.

They're not the best at words in situations like this, so they let their body do the talking for them. Toned arms pull you into their lap, one hand gently running up and down your back as you calm down.

His crystalised skull glints and catches the miniscule light in your shared room. A little rainbow makes a wobbly appearance on the headboard. Their body is strong and grounding beneath you.

Chetney 💙

Give me time and I'll figure out a way to punch nightmares. It's not impossible if it's for you. I'd do anything for you.

He's got his mind set on that end goal, and Chet doesn't give up easily. But it can wait for another day. A day where you're not trembling beside him.

Because of how smol he is, it's less him holding you and more him being scooped up into your lap with his arms around your neck. Your nose is pressed into his shoulder as he mutters soft words into your ear.

He makes teary attempts at making you laugh, something to distract you both from the water pooling in the corners of your eyes.

He keeps an eye on you in the morning, a subtle way of checking in. He doesn't bring it up in conversation - the man respects your privacy too much.

Dorian 💙

Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll hold you. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. They can't touch you now.

He feels a little helpless in the moment, his very being flooded with cautious alarm when you reach out for him blindly in the dark. He's not the strongest, nor the bravest, but he'll be your rock and help you through this as best he can.

Pretty words are what he lives on though, and he knows just what to say to make everything feel a little bit better. Sweet nothings and intimate musings drip from the lips that rest on the crown of your head.

His fingers sweep in soothing circles across your skin, and you cling to his silk shirt and silky hair as he guides your fluttering heartbeat to steady to a more restful rhythm.

Sings you lullabies of crisp apples in spring and warm sunshine that kisses the face of a dear lover. Those nightmares are easily kept at bay while you lay beside him.

Fearne 💙

Oh dear. It's just not fair, is it? Don't worry, baby, I got you. Ol' Fearnie's here now.

She's so naturally tender with you. In the daytime, Fearne teases relentlessly, pokes and prods and says sweet flirty things that make you want to curl up into a tight little ball and burn from embarrassment.

But here, she smooths back sweat soaked wispy hairs away from your forehead, presses her lips to your forehead and hushes your unnecessary apologies.

A light floral scent envelopes your entire being like a blanket while she encases you in her arms, her downy fur there feather soft and cosy.

Little Mister lifts his head from the foot of the bed and scampers up to hold your free hand, coos quiet. The other stays placed on top of Fearne's sleep dress, right over her heart. The heart that beats for you.

Imogen 💙

I know what it's like, love. Trust me, I do. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, big or small, it's yours.

Of all the party members, you know that Imogen is the most familiar with nightmares. You've spent many sleepless nights sitting with her, smoothing back her hair and holding a cup of water to her lips as she calms down from vivid visions with vague meanings.

The storm can be so vast and crimson at times, unbearable even. It terrifies her, makes her anxious when it's bedtime. Even if she tries to hide it, you can tell.

But when you're distressed and whimpering under the covers beside her, she pushes those thoughts away and tries to be a bit braver. Braver for you. It's the least she can offer.

She cradles you into her side like you're some glass object that could shatter, her words and thoughts soothing you until sleep or daylight finds you both.

Laudna 💙

Those bad dreams have some nerve poking around in your head. They wouldn't dare if they knew what I could do. Lay back, precious thing.

Like Chetney, Laudna makes the nightmares out to be a personal enemy. They're cruel and unworthy of someone so good such as yourself. Just out of reach so that she can't protect you from them.

If she could, she would show them how scary-scary she can actually truly be.

But until she has the power to physically strangle the embodiment of your bad dreams, she fluffs your pillow and helps you lean back onto the mattress. She's humming something quietly, a lullaby of some sort, her fingers gingerly stroking your face once she's cuddled into you.

She asks if you want to talk about what you dreamt, and respects however you answer. Works you through what you remember and curls her fingers around your own as you speak.

Orym 💙

Hey, hey. Look at me. Hey. Hi. It's me. You're alright, okay? I'm right here. We're alright. Just focus on me.

He lights a candle quicky, and you now are able to see the concern on his face that the shadows previously hid from you. There's a sadness in his eyes, but it's overpowered by the protectiveness in his actions.

He perches at your side, cupping your face while his thumbs gently wipe away crusty sleep from your eyes, soft smile brighter than the flame on the nightstand.

A sprig of lavender grows effortlessly from his palm and he tucks it in between your pillows to help you sleep better when you feel ready to.

Orym has had his fair share of nightmares, and helps you through it like he approaches everything - with practiced carefulness and kindness that is so good in nature that the bad dreams dare not linger.

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