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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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critical-twenty · 1 year

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I'm kinda new to the cr fandom so i only know c1 stuff... could you write something with the prompt "is it okay to hug you?" from the part 2 list! Maybe something with the party having a s/o who struggles with touch and being vulnerable who has been having a very stressful day? Cries easily when they are frustrated or upset? 😢 If thats too much maybe just something with Vax or Percy cause i love them the most. 💖

sorry this is so late! it’s been sitting in my notes for ages, i’ve just been too busy to post it!

S/O who struggles with touch has a stressful day!

Vax

Vax never really has an issue with the lack of touch in your relationship

Sure, he likes to hold your hand, but it’s not the end of the world if you don’t want to

He’s able to fluster you with just his words anyway

But when you come home one day with tears in your eyes and tension in your back, Vax is unsure of what to do

His first instinct is to reach out to you. It’s what he does for Vex and the others, so why wouldn’t he?

He stops himself when he remembers how much you dislike being touched without express permission

Even when you start crying, Vax doesn’t want to make things worse, so he just stares at you as he tries to ask what’s wrong

You look up at him through tearful eyes and ask ‘Can I hug you?’

Vax is immediately scooping you into his arms, letting his warmth invade your senses and comfort you

He tentatively begins to rub a hand up and down your back, continuing when you don’t tell him to stop

He’s relieved, in all honesty. He’s relieved he can help you and he’s honored that you let him hug you in such a moment of need

When you finally calm down enough to talk, he draws away to give you some space

His fingers stay connected with yours though, as you won’t let him go

He smiles at this, before pressing a kiss to your head

‘I’m sorry you had such a hard day, sweetheart. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be’

And he is 🖤

Grog

It took Grog a while to understand your reluctance in touch

It wasn’t that he thought it was weird, he just couldn’t read the signals as to how uncomfortable you were with his physical affection and you didn’t want to say anything

Finally, though, you told him about how you weren’t the biggest fan of touching

He nods, but it doesn’t fully register

Still he tries his best to remember, but he forget sometimes

He apologizes when he forgets and you can’t really get mad at him when he’s so genuine

When you come back home from a really rough day, Grog can instantly tell that something is up

He’s not the smartest, but when it comes to your happiness, he’s learned to become more attentive

He also knows that you don’t always want to be touched when you’re like this

(Pike had reminded him enough that it stuck with him)

So he watches you until he really can’t stand the sight of it anymore

‘Can I hug you?’

You look up at him with tears ready to fall and nod

Grog gives the best comforting hugs. He’s gentle but firm and he won’t let go until you ask him to

He’s not perfect, but he’s trying

Percy

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III was never a man who thrived in touch

He rarely initiated physical contact with you and whenever he did, he asked for your permission first

It was like he already knew about your dislike for touch without you even telling him

(He definitely did. He’s observant enough to see your subtle emotions and tells)

You were perfectly content with a dynamic mostly built on quality time and acts of service, rather than physical affection

This wasn’t always the case though

You had had a particularly hard day at work. There was so much to do and you felt like not enough time to do it all

So, when you walked into Percy’s Tinker Room, he instantly noticed your tense demeanor

He is the king of stress himself, he knows the signs

However he doesn’t know what to do. He knows that he likes to be alone when stressed, but by seeking him out you seem to want to be around him

He contemplates in his head for a moment as you tell him about your day, waiting for you to finish before he stands up and comes over to you

‘May I hug you, darling?’

You immediately look at him, before barreling into his arms

He’s quick to wrap them around you, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head as he tries to ground you

He’ll hold you as long as you want. He’ll even offer cuddles

Needless to say, he’s done working for the day. You need him and that’s 10x more important than anything else

Scanlan

It took Scanlan awhile to adapt to your feelings on touch

He’s a naturally extroverted person and he’s usually the first to initiate physical contact with anyone, so it’s an adjustment for him

However, once he finds out that it’s even more fun to fluster you with his shitty pick-up lines and love songs, the physical touch thing becomes easier

He slips up every once in a while, but he tries to make it up to you (he is a secret romantic underneath that… sexual persona)

You go find him, sitting with his lute, after an awful day

You were tired, and stressed, and part of you just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when this project you were working on was over

Scanlan knew the minute you walked over to him that something was up

Not wanting to be obvious in his effort to comfort you, and not wanting to touch you when you were clearly already tense, he decided to do what he does best: talk

He began to make small talk, talking about his songs and his day and whatever was going on with his friends

He thought it was working, until you said his name and looked up at him with tired eyes

‘Can I have a hug?’

He was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting it, but he got over it quickly

He lightly wrapped himself around you, holding you close and just letting it be

It was rare that Scanlan was so silent but, for once, the only sound was breathing

It was a small moment, but it was more than enough for you

Keyleth

Keyleth was awkward at first

Not because she had a hard time without physical affection, but more because she didn’t know what to do in general

Romance was still foreign to her

Still, she read your body language with perfection

You didn’t even need to tell her that you didn’t like physical touch… she just knew

You were thankful for that

It had been a stressful day and you were really just looking forward to hanging out with Keyleth

Sitting in the forest and listening to her talk to the plants always calmed you down

But even as you sat there, the stress didn’t go away

Keyleth noticed immediately, of course

She’s not great at words but she is more than adept at movement

‘…Is it okay if I hug you?’

You looked up with wide eyes and Keyleth immediately backtracks

‘We don’t have to, of course! You just seemed a bit tense and I thought maybe a hug might help be we don’t have to do that if you don’t-‘

She’s cut off by your arms gently wrapping around her waist

She freezes for a moment, before embracing you

It’s warm and comforting and Keyleth suddenly understands why people like doing this so much

She’ll hold you as long as you need. After all, she’s enjoying herself just as much as you are

Vex

Vex’ahlia is the queen of subtle touches

She loved resting a hand on the shoulders of her friends, or bumping into them playfully as they walked

It took a bit of self-control to not do those things with you

It wasn’t hard, per say. It just required a bit more focus and awareness of her movements

But, Vex would do anything for you, so she learned (quickly, as expected)

It was after a fight, while everyone was setting up camp, that Vex noticed the look on your face

It was the same look she saw when you were stuck on a particular puzzle, or when everything seemed to be piling on your shoulders

‘My dear, are you alright?’

You shrug half heartedly

‘Would you like to accompany Trinket and I on a walk? I think it will be quite relaxing and the moon is especially gorgeous tonight.’

Vex waits for your reply when finally you look up

‘Vex, will you hold me?’

Vex doesn’t even falter

Sure, she’s surprised, but the urge to comfort you overrides everything else

She hold you as close as she can without it being uncomfortable, rubbing circles on your back and whispering sweet encouragements into your ear

When you part, she tells you to take your time joining the rest of the party, before turning around and giving hushed threats to anyone who dares make a comment

You hear them, but it’s endearing. It shows that she care.

Pike

Pike is a very affectionate person

Not in the same flirty way as Vax or Scanlan, nor in the subtle way as Vex

Pike was just a very loving woman. Physical affection (including hugs) were just commonplace to her

Which is why she was a little stunned when you told her that you weren’t too fond of physical touch

It was hard for her, at first, because she had to find new ways to express all the love that she had for you, but your comfort came before everything

She always asked before initiating anything and you were always so thankful for that

One day, you came back to find Pike kneeling in the garden, mumbling under her breath

You assumed she was praying (for what, you weren’t sure) but you really needed her

Today had been hell and Pike had always known how to make you feel better

Sitting behind her, you gently rested your head on her shoulder

She tensed, knowing it was you, but confused by the display of touch

Still, she didn’t saying anything

‘Pike…’

She knew with that one call of her name what you needed

‘Do you want me to hug you?’

A small nod was all it took for Pike to spin around and gather you in her arms

Her hugs were like sunshine embodied

You felt all your stress and tension slip away as she held you close

Maybe she was a God herself, with the way she made you feel so safe in her embrace

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twinklestarss · 1 year

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“You know, when putting a sending spell beyond realms, it always feels a little bit like you're pushing through a thick bubble, like there's resistance and then it finds its way through. Then eventually, if it comes back, it brings with a bit of momentum. When the message returns, it hits you like a gentle smack on the cheek.”- Matt

“It felt like, as she was saying it, she was staring at me. You know what I mean? I couldn't see her eyes, but I could feel like she's staring.”-Imogen Temult

Campaign 3 Episode 43: Axiom Shaken

Bonus Fearne:

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saphirered · 2 years

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hiii idk if you know the musical Wicked, but I was thinking of an imagine surrounding the song “Not That Girl” with Vax or Percy?

Wicked is soooo good I love it! Hope you like what I cooked up for this one! Did go with a at twist and happy ending though so hope you don't mind. 😘

Percy laughs. Like a proper unburdened laugh. Those have been a rarity for him for many years but finally he is free. Finally he has his love in his arms. Together they are spinning across the dance floor, surrounded by the many who watch them, or dance with them. The halls of this castle no longer drown in the blood of others, instead they shine clean and bright in the candlelight. There is joy once more despite all past horrors. He didn’t think himself capable, to live a life without that constant pain and anger, and while he still has so much grief to go around, it’s more bearable. He doesn’t feel guilty for being happy, and instead finally feels he’s worthy of it, he’s worthy of the beautiful half-elf in his arms. He’s worthy of her smile. He’s worthy of her kiss and her attention. He’s simply worthy. It took him some time to get there but he can finally believe it too, and take her word for it. She is the best thing to ever happen to him.

From that same floor, polished and shining, along the strings of that same music that bounces with the beat of a heart and lulls along the limbs of the restless in beautiful symphonies, there stands another, watching the happy couple as they look at each other lovingly. They deserve this. They have fought for this. That’s what you keep telling yourself. You tell yourself you’re happy for them, and you are. You truly are but you too , are haunted by the memories of a past and your demons have not yet been vanquished by a lover bright. All your life you were told you’d be the one at his side. Your entire existence was built around these chains that constricted you, to live up to that expectation, that destiny. You were supposed to be the one in his arms and you are not. It is not jealousy that fuels you now. No, you do not burst green with envy. You do not long for the Lord of Whitestone. You long for love. You long for the life you were promised and to see that it will never be yours, that hurts, for what is your path now? Where do you go? Where do you belong if not here at this castle? You mourn what could have been, but it does not do well to dwell on such things.

He loves her so, but you’ll never be her. You can’t be and you don’t want to be but that does not make the ache of what could have been go away. So you watch, like so many others, watch them dance, watch them be in love and be happy for them, even if your heart clenches. You dream that maybe someday you will be lucky to find that kind of love, find someone who stares at you like that, who holds you like that, shields you from this world when it becomes too much. He is exactly all those things you’d wish for, but he is not the one for you. So you smile. You smile until your mourning of the life that could have been becomes too much because he loves her so and tell yourself something different. You tell yourself the things you were promised are not what you were born for after all. You’re not meant for the rose and pearl. And thus you slip from the crowd, slip from the beautiful halls, away from the light and into the shadows. You look back at your old life just the once, and you miss the warmth the further from that glow you get. You long to go back but you can’t. You’ll refuse to be stuck in a castle you do not belong. You will never be what you need to be there and you owe it to yourself to just be you.

At the bottom of the stairs Vax’ildan has settled down. Behind him he hears the music, and chattering of the fancy and the fooled. He knows that life all too well. Knows what he was once pushed into, and what he broke free from. He’s not cut out for that life and while he will humour his friends, by attending these gatherings when he needs to, or simply to spend time with them, he can only put up with so much before he’d rather slip back into the shadows. Let the people who glimmer in the candlelight shine. He is perfectly content not being there. But sometimes he wonders; what if he had not discarded that part of his life? What if he had done as his sister had, had tried to fit in and not given up? Would he be dancing with them right now? Would he be clinking glasses over empty promises and charming smiles? Would he have enjoyed it? He doesn’t really know the answer to that. Instead he’ll sit outside on the stairs, in his fancy clothes playing with the dagger he’d kept hidden to distract himself before he made himself scarce.

“You look lonely.” A voice behind him speaks and nearly makes him jump out of his skin. He drops the dagger and it clanks against the stone, beginning to bounce down as his eyes fall on you. You look positively radiant, so much so you catch his breath and he forgets where he is, what he’s doing. You quickly reach out your hand in the air and the clanks fall silent. A translucent hand brings the dagger back to his side as you take some more steps down. Vax shakes himself off.

“I-uh. The company inside didn’t really suit me. What’s your excuse?” It came out a bit more hostile than he intended, given the way you flinch.

“I needed some air and a change of scene.” You speak as proper as ever but that flicker of pain that crosses your features when you look back at the grand castle does not go unnoticed to the rogue, even if you managed to sneak up on him before. You stand there for a few seconds before you take another step and then another. You place the dagger back by his side and dispel the mage hand you summoned to catch it with the flick of your wrist.

“Sorry.” You mutter under your breath even though you know not what for, when you’re about to pass the rogue.

“Come sit with me.” The offer was an impulsive one, Vax will admit but something within him screams. It’s done so before but he’s quelled it then. Now he loosens that restrain simply for one reason; you look lonely too.

“Are you sure?” He gives you a look that answers your question enough and so you look at the step, then at your clothes and the step he’s seated on again.

“What? Scared of some stains on your pretty clothes?” He jokes and you simply plop yourself down. He knows you’ve never been scared to get your hands, or clothes dirty for that matter. He’s seen you crawl through swamps and soil and gore plenty of times. No matter what, you’d always manage to look stunning to him. He’s never shared these thoughts of course because he knew where you came from, he knows where you’re meant to go. He’s not meant for a life like yours. He may once have been among rose petals and gilded halls but that’s not the life he resigned himself to. That’s exactly why he sits on these steps now. You are meant for a different life and he can never be the man that drinks champagne over talks of politics. He’ll never be the one to smile through the bullshit of others. He will never get his steps right of those fancy waltzes no matter how quick and light on his feet he may be. You belong among the shining gems. Not in the shadows with him.

Sometimes Vax wonders, though. He dreams of what a life with you might be. Would he be standing next to you in this life of extravagance? Would he be on that dance floor now with you in his arms, swaying back and forth with a crowd more akin to an audience, ignorant to the performance you’d have to put on in favour of enjoying his time with you? Would he pick you up in your fancy clothes and carry you through the halls to make you laugh? Would you laugh? Would your smile be so bright it would make him feel warm and wanted inside? Would you love him so? Could you love him so? It is not meant to be because you belong up there among the golden ones while he lingers in his shadows, away from the light. His heart aches for what might have been had he chosen the same life as his sister. Where might he be now? Where might you be now?

“You look sad.” You state when you see his frown, and the distance of thought in his eyes as you observe the rogue. It’s an innocent statement, and you seem to reflect his mood in your own voice.

“It’s nothing.” He brushes it off. You always know exactly how he feels. He can’t hide anything from you. No matter how hard he tries, for better or worse. And so a sad smile graces his lips. “You shouldn’t stay too long. They’ll miss you in there.”

“Do you wish for me to leave?” You ask concerned. It nearly breaks his heart how you sound as if you’ve offended him.

“No! No. Please, stay, if you want to. I invited you to sit after all. I just mean, they’ll notice you’re gone. Just don’t feel like you have to because you don’t want me to sit here on my own.” When you visibly relax Vax feels like he can finally breathe again. You relax into your spot; shoulders drooping, and posture slouching just a little, leaving enough of a trace of what you were born into and were you a child, you’d have been scolded for it. You’re at ease. Or as much as you can be. He counts himself lucky to be one of the few people who you feel comfortable around to do so. But then he notices on your features; an expression that mimicked his own and he frowns once more, but not for his own thoughts, and instead for what might run through your own head, whatever it is. You shouldn’t feel sad. You deserve all the happiness in the world. You once claimed you enjoyed nights of dancing and dining, that they never failed to bring a smile to your face but tonight, that seems a forgotten dream.

“You look sad.” He repeats your own words from earlier but fills them with compassion and kinship, fills them with kindness and acceptance because while he’d rather you’d be smiling happily, he understands that sometimes sadness is just as much part of life. You are no stranger to pain and neither is he. Sometimes you just have to be reminded you’re not alone in this and he will gladly show you he’s there for you when you need him, because at the end of the day, even if your life is not meant for him, he still cares about you and still wants you to have all that is good in this life of yours because you deserve happiness. You deserve it. You’ve more than earned it.

“Normally, I might have pretended to smile and dismiss the pure notion of sadness in the eyes of others. But I don’t think I can muster the strength nor courage to do so tonight.” You admit hesitantly. Layer by layer you are shaking off the burdens that were placed upon you. Perhaps this is the start of it; to be true to who you are, who you might be without these comforts you’ve grown accustomed to but were they comforts in the first place? Or have they always been chains?

“It takes just as much strength and courage to say the words you just said.” It’s a simple statement. Not a counter argument. Just an acknowledgement. You take a deep breath as you feel his eyes on you. You opt for staring at the skyline, if only not to break apart now. Vax continues. “You have lived a life shaped by others. You’ve been raised among shining gems and have become the brightest of jewels in turn. But I know it comes with many downsides. I ran away from that kind of life for a reason. I admire you for staying.” He speaks from his heart, true feelings without deceit or some kind of twisting fanciness compelled by the rules of social engagement.

“Sometimes I’ve found myself wondering what would have happened if I had run away. Tonight I just find myself wishing I’d never stepped into a gilded life at all. How did you do it? How did you know your decision was the right one?” Your voice tremors. You’re troubled, it’s clear to see. Vax slowly brings his hand over to yours, placing his palm over it as he wraps his fingers around to hold your hand, giving a reassuring squeeze. He thinks about his answer for a second. Just a second.

“I didn’t know it was the right decision. Sometimes I still wonder if it was, or what might have been if I hadn’t. I think I might have been up there.” He nudges his head towards the castle. “With the others. With you. I might have been dancing and drinking among ‘esteemed company’ even though we both know they’re a bunch of fucking drunkards with too much coin in their pockets.” That brings a smile to your face and lets a light chuckle escape your lips. You look more relaxed this time, and while the sadness still lingers it feels as if some rush of joy remains within. You curl your own fingers around his and squeeze lightly.

“You’re not wrong.” A moment of silence passes. “If it matters, I think you made the right call.”

“How so?”

“Because unlike you, I’ve watched the life set out for me crumble in the end, and be resigned to a futile purpose no longer necessary nor wanted. I don’t belong up there. Not anymore.” There’s the sad again. You look at your clasped hands so Vax turns sideways to face you better. Lifts his fingers beneath your chin and turns your gaze to look him in the eye.

“Hey, it’s your life. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s we get to choose where we want to be; up there between jewels and champagne, down here under the stars and moonlight, or anywhere else we choose to be. Life doesn’t end here nor there. You matter and you are wanted. I know you are. Even if you can’t see it yourself, I see you.” He speaks from his heart. You do not need twelve scholars on social encounters to have taught you that because you feel it in your own heart. You feel like you belong again. Neither here nor there. You belong here right now in this moment and you know, you made the right call walking out here because in a way, the air feels less stuffy and you feel the chains lifting little by little.

“I think those are the most truthful words I’ve ever heard someone say.”

“I think that’s sad.”

“I know it is. But it’s true no less.” Vax rises to his feel, never letting go of your joined hands.

“Come on?” He asks more than anything. You don’t find it within yourself to question, let alone refuse and simply allow him to pull you to your feet and further down the stairs until you stand on even ground once more, the sounds of the party in the distance still audible. He’ll admit he’s acting on impulse and stupidity but that’s exactly what this calls for. He faces you, takes a step back, lowers his head and bends his knees in a curtsy.

“Would you do me the honour of a dance?” Vax asks awaiting your answer patiently, not moving a muscle. Some training has stuck with him, even after all these years. Perhaps that was because it was not some teachers and governesses that taught him this. No, his mother did. She taught him how to dance, and while it were no palace waltzes, she taught him the proper etiquette. That’s why he cared to remember them because every time he practiced them it made her smile. He knows you enjoy dancing, be that your fancy and practiced routines, or simply letting loose in the tavern when everyone is a little too deep into their cups.

“I-… yes…” You breathe. And with a smile of his own he rises to look into your bewildered eyes. He crosses his arms at the wrist, lets his palms face upward for you to place yours within.

“Now, tonight we dance the dance of peasants. No more melancholic string quartets. Just let yourself go. Think you can do that?” You give him a thoughtful look, as if you’re debating but he know it’s your lightheartedness coming through and he feels relieved. he feels his heart leap when you take a step closer and place your hands in his with a smile.

And so you spin and twirl and jump and step to the beat of your own drums. You laugh and chime and sing songs of the taverns, and whatever else you might have picked up on your adventures. Vax has rarely seen you like this, this alive, this unrestraint because with every time he twirls you, every time he wraps his arms around you, you seem to grow lighter, less burdened by the weight you didn’t even realise you carried. And finally you are free from the chains that bound you. Like him, you have found your freedom in the shadows. It took him a long time to realise the shadows aren’t so lonely, and only now he realised, perhaps you didn’t belong in the gilded halls. That doesn’t make you less of a perfect diamond. You were simply to precious to be among the many jewels and your beauty truly shines here under the moon, not because of some fancy appearances or good manners but because you smile and laugh and dance to your heart’s content. No longer do you worry about what others might mean or think or say or do at every turn. You can simply be free. Thanks to the rogue who showed you what it means to live instead of just be alive.

It comes to him as a surprise when by the end of the night your lips find his cheek and you mutter a thank you. His cheeks stain crimson when you say you hope this will not be the last of these kind of nights and if it’s up to him, he’ll offer you this every night to come, just to see you happy. You deserve happiness. He’ll hand it to you at every opportunity.

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Noticing that Ashton is feeling a little insecure watching Annaline's work with her hammer and leaning over to them-, one hand gripping the thick handle strapped to his back and giving a small tug and going "Don't worry babe, I like yours more."

#Critical Role #I want to turn this thought into a fic but I am so tired from work #Ashton Greymoore x reader #Ashton Greymoore imagine #Critical Role x reader #Critical Role imagine

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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dream about walking through the streets of emon

A/N: this is an old blurb originally posted back at the beginning of June

Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, critter!Spencer, critical role spoilers (all campaigns), kith and kin spoilers, established relationship, this is literally just Spencer rambling till you fall asleep

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Curling up with your head in his lap, you felt his fingers start to weave through your hair. A few minutes ago, you’d asked him what he had done the night before. If Morgan had been here, he would have called that question a grave mistake, but you would never call getting to hear your love infodump a mistake. It was one of the great pleasures in your life.

You were well aware of the fact that last night was a Thursday, so you knew exactly what you’d signed up for. He always, if his work schedule allowed it, did the same thing on Thursday nights.

“And so then, they got this letter from none other than Vex’ahlia! And of course, they made Laura read it out loud,” even though you weren’t looking at him anymore, you could still hear in his voice just how hard he was smiling, “and it was so comforting to hear her again. It was like when Allura and Kima got involved in campaign 2, I honestly almost cried, not because it was sad, I just miss and love them so much!”

Softly running his short fingernails over your scalp, “and of course that moment also made me think of when I read kith and kin last winter, or I listened to the audiobook version, which also is reading, it doesn’t matter how you get the story, just that you get it. Anyways, that audiobook had their voices reading it! The right ones! It wasn’t just Liam and Laura reading, it was the twins!”

Letting out a warm yawn, you let your eyes fall shut, “and the story itself had no business being that good, and not just because it’s a part of a world I hold near and dear to my heart, but just the book itself was so good. And you know, in that, we finally got the backstory of Simon, Vax’ildan’s belt? We found out pretty quickly that it took place in a time he didn’t have it yet, and when we did see it, it was on a man named Thorn, so we automatically know that he must be someone important to the story because he had the serpent belt, he had Simon! So then, this whole big tragic romance ensues, and he ends up getting the belt.”

He then hop-skipped around, explaining random things and somehow ended up trying to explain something called the calamity. As his enthusiastic voice slowly faded away, you had a feeling that his bedtime story would end up making you dream about walking through the streets of Emon, hand in hand, with him as your guide.

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brenbrennn · 1 year

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𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔

Summary: A new companionship seemed to have been made with these colorful assholes ( when has that not happened? ) After dealing with the weird discovery that was the person who killed their beloved friend Bertrand , the group NEEDED to rest their weary bones. Which caused a game of ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ to happen. In where Ashton takes a deep dive back through some old memories , that they had buried deep once before. Authors Note: OHMYGOD I- HELLO?? I've missed you guys so much! Good news , Ive been catching up on Bells Hells. Everythings so much fun , I wanted to update yall. Ever since watching episode 6 , something in me needed to get out this idea. I hope you all love some bittersweet Ashton , cause I sure do. Enjoy enjoy!! ‹3 The spire by fire , what a nice way to truly unwind. With the place having a lot of space and plenty of levels , they were able to find a nice seat upstairs. At this time the place wasn't packed , except maybe one or two people. Gladly they weren't loud either , everything was just right. It wasn't really lively at all , and the loud music from downstairs was more quieter up there. Gladly , the group was brought the drinks they ordered. The barkeep even giving a nice warm compliment about staying around Ashton. Right when the drinks were sat down , Ashton introduced a game. ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ , was the name of it. It was a pretty easy game just by the rules. They went on , answering any questions the others had in mind. “Any stipulations with the drinking?” , “Do we drink even if when we ask the questions?” so on and so on. The game seemingly started off nicely , getting to know more about the blue bards background with his status. After everyone made their rolls , it was Fearnes turn to ask Ashton a question. Fearne going head on , asked a question that could be seen as a touchy subject. But hey , any question is welcomed when playing so . . . why not. “This is just a very simple question… have you ever been in love before?”

They rolled it off , helping Fearne finish it off with “You have to end it with-” Fearne was just getting there “what the…” Before Ashton finished off the though with “What the fuck is up with that?” As Fearne said those magic words , Ashton took a chuckle. “That is so good . . . have I ever been in love before?” They respond with as they picked at their cheek. That feeling at least he thought , was seemingly felt once before. Before everything , before this odd alliance was created between them and these strangers. The thoughts were blurry but came back just nicely , like an almost mini smack in the face. They kept on pondering before speaking up once again , “You know I dont know?” The chaos filled druid gave a polite nod - agreeing with what they said with a “Fair.” As letters and Imogen butted in , Ashton kept on thinking about those days with you. He still looks fondly back on the nobodies , even withs the downs. Everyone was always close with another , but you and Ashton were a whole thing. Seemingly it was like you both just clicked. A friendship that could never break. Ashton spoke up again once more , “I thought I was inlove before but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne replied again , “ Would you care to elaborate?” Those feelings around you were odd feelings. The warmness in their cheeks when you both were stuck together on jobs. How easy it was to talk to you about certain things. How their day would bright up just a little more when seeing you first every morning. They could never place what you were to them. A friend … more than one? Gods , it was all so soo confusing. The two of you just bounced off each other , and they cherished that with you. The night of the robbery was one like no other , and not in a good way. Aches and pains filled their body laying on that cold ground. It was all blurry after that point. They only remembered glimpses and anything you or Milo could fill them in on. He wasn't really that angry or against the other nobodies running off. You sat by their side the whole time , cracking small jokes about how you couldn't fathom losing them. Which just made those deeply brewing thoughts MORE confusing. They were able to lay low for a while , able to evade Jiana. But at a point she found them. They accepted doing work for her to pay off their debt , seeing it as the rightful thing to do. What surprised them a lot was you , extending a hand out to help. You swore up and down to that woman you’d do anything to help , you were one to cause damage. She didnt see any harm , now you and Ashton both worked under her. They wanted to pay you back one way or another , you didnt have to do this? Why were you doing this for them? But one night , your explanation solidified everything. “Its simple , nobodies help one another. I’d never leave a friend hanging.” Back to the present , right when Fearne and Imogen were talking it out Ashton finished his long thought. “I thought I was in love before , but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne of course was more curious so she spoke “Care to elaborate?” “Sometimes it is very to misconstrue friendship for love , lust for love , its very amorphous. I've had a hard time of defining it to begin with and these only really a couple situations where it might've even applied.” You were one of those situations , and the biggest ones to hit them. “That makes a lot of sense to me.” Fearne agreed. For a while Ashton was clearly on cloud nine. Milo could clearly tell that their signature smirk was coming more out from its little lock box. Nothing though stays perfect for a while , which is what Ashton seemed to forget. While you were paying off your debt , you took on a job. An easy looking one , having to just investigate some grounds. A couple mages of high class went missing out there. It was up to you to maybe see if you could find some sort of sign of them maybe , since with such high class they also had a lot of debts themselves. You…. you dont remember a lot about that job you took on. For the weeks after that you became more shut in , and with yourself. Ashton and Milo being your friends , and people you lived with got concerned. They got concerned really fast after Ashton clocked the dark veins crawling up your arms. Your skin started to slowly purple , and you grew to look sickly. Ashton and Milo both tried to reach out and ask if you were alright. Ashton was clearly getting fed up with how dodgy you were. This wasn't like you at all?! One night Ashton was getting home from a late night job , weird when they walked by you were … gone? Your room wasn't tossed or nothing , it was just empty. It was all the same when you were in there that morning. Ashton didnt think about it at all , maybe you were out getting work or something. They didnt wanna blow off the hinges so soon out of panic. That was slowly coming around after not seeing you around the crook house for days. Ashton was panicked , but also angry. How could you be so stupid?! Running off , leaving without saying anything , they could have helped?! Gritting their teeth , in the faintly lit lantern spire streets they felt a hand on their shoulder. “Come on - we’ve looked enough tonight.” Milo tried to guide them to just take a rest. They’ve been searching far and back for you , and not just that night. “Yeah … your right.” They gruffly replied , a worn look gracing their features. Not riled , or ready - they were so tired. Milo hadn't ever really seen them ever like this with the time they’ve been friends. FCG questioned Ashton , “Do you ever think about this person or persons?” Ashton , drink in hand thought about it again. “Not really. On occasion , but not really.” Laudna wanting to get in on this asked another question as well. “How long ago was this?” They took a quick sip , “Ten years give or take.” Thinking about it , they did really miss you. I mean why not , you were a wonderful person especially to have around them. To this day they’re still surprised with the amount of bullshit you kept up with from them. If they could find out why you left , they would. Now though it was pointless. But you were one helluva a great friend… and they would never deny that. Not for the world.

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thelegendofvoxmachina · 11 months

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If I were to write some OCs into canon events would y'all be interested?

Also I promise I'm going to finish requests soon

I just lost a lot of motivation when readers refused to leave comments - but C3 has been very interesting so I'm back properly I swear

#tlovm imagine #tlovm x reader #critical role imagine #critical role x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Hi hello human!! Ive been thinking about this... and its just been sitting in my brain space. How about a Percival x reader (Vox Machina x Reader) You used to be a member of the adventuring party until you were killed in battle. Nobody was able to bring you back so they gave you a proper burial and tried to move on with themselves. Your then years later (like bells hells or mighty nein , for time purposes) brought back as a hollow one, and your first need when waking up is finding your friends again. How would the others/Percy react to you alive and breathing? OO OOO, maybe before the reader died, Percy and them had deep-rooted feelings for each other? Would Percy still share those feelings? :Chin scritch scratch:

This gives me Age of Adaline vibes so much!! Cause like Percy would be older but still have the yearning. 😢🥺😣😭😖🥹💜❤️‍🔥💕😢

Because imagine it like you’re resurrected, and you’re close friends with Laudna (and by default Imogen) given what she’s revealed to you all about her history. Bell’s Hell’s decides to go to Whitestone, maybe to look for something or just to have a day. On your way, you hear that Percy and Vex have gotten together and you’re happy for your friends. You vaguely remember the last moments of your life, and you wished for all of them to find their sliver of happiness.

That same day, Percy decides to just stretch his legs and spend time in market. He passes by and swears he’s seen a ghost when he hears your laugh and sees you with a group so reminiscent. You, still as lovely as before, going over to some cart with trinkets. He can’t help himself, and he goes over to where you are. You admire one of the necklaces out loud and hear an all too familiar voice behind you say “then I’ll buy it for you.”

You turn and see the face of your former love, aged with time, but still has that gleam in his eye when he reaches for your hand. “It really is you.”

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bastart13 · 1 year

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POV you are Deanna about to have the night of your monsterfucker dreams in the creepiest woods imaginable

#critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #chetney pock o'pea #fearne calloway #deanna leimert #fearne x chetney #chetney x deanna #fearne x deanna #fearne x chetney x deanna #art #aabria knew what she wanted and got what she got #it was so funny #also i consciously ignored a lot of fearne's outfit so just imagine she threw most of it off already #also if chetney didn't have the tail i would have given him the 'juicy' trackies #critical role spoilers #cr3 spoilers

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Meeting of Fates

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, teasing, lots of innuendos

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I can't handle Vax being sad so this is how I will make myself feel better.

The tavern was always crowded and loud at this time of night, yet there was something about this one that felt more energetic then the rest. You observed quietly from behind the bar, taking in all the current patrons sitting, drinking, talking and laughing around their tables.

The atmosphere was the same as any other night. A little rowdy, loud, and very cheerful from the sound of constant tunes played by the bards. So what was this feeling crawling down your spine that had you in an invisible hold since your shift started?

You haven't pissed anyone off lately. You think. Hope.

"What's a man gotta do to get a drink around here?" Your focus was shifted from the glass in your hand to the tall, dark half-elf before you. He was leaning against the bar on one elbow, the other hand propped up on his hip and a cocky, and quite charming smile on his face.

He looked familiar but you couldn't quite place him. He was definitely here before though. You don't forget a face like that.

"Pay. Like everyone else." You answered unamused and set the empty, clean glass in front of him, "So what'll it be."

"Something befitting of a someone with my roughish charm if you please." He winked at you and tapped his fingers lightly on the counter.

"Tall, dark and sexy?" You threw his flirt right back at him, pretty experienced in flirting like this, "I may have something but it's pricey. Can you handle that?"

His eyes lit up in recognition of a challenge, a game, "I can handle anything you have."

You raised a brow, looking him over. He didn't look like he was hurting for money that's sure but he didn't look like he was swimming in gold coins either. You handed out your hand, "10 gold."

All the light seemed to drain from his eyes at the amount, "10? Gold?" You nodded. He slowly reached into his pocket and put down 20 silver coins, "I've got this and whole lot of enthusiasm. I'm sure we can settle on a smaller price."

"I never settle for anything small." You ran your finger suggestively over the length of the glass in front of you.

"Then you should avoid Scanlan." He added, his good spirits coming back. He looked down at your hand and repeated your gesture over the glass, "Come now, I'm sure we can figure things out. Just lower it a little for me. I guarantee I can pay you back, make it worth your while."

You sighed, "Look handsome, I'm sure you're amazing but if I gave every pretty person who walked in here low prices I'd have two things: a broke business and whole lot of notches in my bed. So far business if going good and I'm not desperate enough for the second one." You picked the glass back up and pointed it at him, "You're a regular so I'll let this one slide, you either order or you go back to... what ever table you sat at."

"How do you know I'm at one of your regulars?"

"Because you have a face that's too hot to forget." You answered honestly and reached for a cheaper bottle.

He winked at you again, his confidence now back in full force, "I could say the same to you. Why do you think I walked over here? Just to get a drink. Nah, I wanted to chat you up a little. Go ahead, no more tricks from me, just make me something tasty." His tongue rolled around the last word, eye brows wiggling as he slid the payment across the counter to you.

"I'm glad you understand. You're sexy but I have a business to run." You prepared his drink quickly and waited for him to reach for the glass, "But after I could give you a run." You whispered. His ears twitched at your words, and maybe another body part you couldn't see. You liked to think that it did.

He hummed, keeping eyes locked with you as he sipped his drink, "If you're as sweet as this drink then I'm looking forward to closing hours. By the way, the name's Vax."

Vax. A quick and easy name to remember. "Then I'll see you in a few hours Vax."

"I can hardly wait. Oh, and, what's this drink called?" Vax looked at the dark liquid swirling in his glass, tasting of chocolate and cherries.

"A Little Death." You answered with a big smirk.

"Tasty. I hope to have it again later." He raised the glass at you before giving you a little bow and turning to go back to his table. They seemed like a rather lively bunch over there.

Who knew your night would be going so damn well? Must be fate.

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railroad-migraine · 7 months

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

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

Comforting Ranger!GN!Reader

Ashton 💚

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

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

Caduceus 💜

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

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

Molly 💜

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

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

Kingsley 💜

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

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

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critical-twenty · 2 years

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hello!! so, i haven’t written fics for critical role in a long time, so i thought that i’d open up my requests to get back into it! i am most familiar with campaigns 2 & 3, though i can also write for campaign 1. i don’t write smut, but other than that, i can write pretty much anything!

you can either send in an original idea, or you can pick from this amazing prompt list from the wonderful @creativepromptsforwriting ! you can pick something from part 1 or 2, but if you’re picking from part 2 please specify that!

happy requesting, darlings! i look forward to writing for you ❤️

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tieflingpride · 10 months

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Laudna: Imogen and I are dating now!

Ashton, who had been the person Laudna went to during the rockpocalypse: the fuck you mean “now”

#this is what I imagine will happen #cr spoilers #critical role #ashton greymoore #laudna #imogen temult #imodna

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saphirered · 2 years

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Can you write a wedding with Percy?

I've been wanting to fulfil this request for so long. I've rewritten it a thousand times but finally got something cohesive on paper. I'm still not 100% happy with it but I hope it turned out well. 😘

“To the Lord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third I send a most generous congratulations on behalf of the house blah blah blah. We await in excitement the grand event to celebrate the union between yourself and your beloved-yada yada yada. How many more of these must we go through?” Percy knew he’d come to regret it when he offered to take some of the pressure of your shoulders with all the responsibilities you already tend to and force you to take a much needed break. He does not regret you getting a break. He regrets having to spend the next six hours writing correspondence to the congratulations you two have received after the public announcement of your engagement. He regrets having to sit through these bootlicking letters and pick up the mantle. Vox Machina has taught him many things but he fears his tolerance for the responsibilities he has as a noble have suffered for it. Still he does what he has to, and enlisted his sister to help him, who despite her own raising feels very much the same as he does.

“Listen to this- Please accept our gift to your betrothed so they might feel welcomed within our humble circles. The gift is a tea set.” Cassandra shakes her head exasperatedly but Percy doesn’t quite get it so she elaborates. “A tea set, dear brother, with instructions of how to pour in noble company, what to serve and how to the details that made even me gag as a child.” In that very moment it shows again these two are siblings for their expressions match. Who does this particular writer think they are? You might not have been raised to the same standards he has been, and luckily so, he’ll add, but that does not mean you are uncivilised.

“Burn those pages, Cass. For the sake of both of us and whatever poor soul thought it would make an appropriate gift.” Cassandra needs not to be asked twice as she crumples up the papers and tosses them into the fireplace, among some other discarded papers who have met their demise at the same flames.

“You were the ones deciding to get married. This is your doing.” She grumbles opening another letter, reading the first sentence, and tossing it back on the desk between them. She pushes back her chair and gets up. “I think I’ve had enough for the day. You deal with your mail on your own. I’ll be doing literally anything else. Best of luck, brother.” She pats his shoulder as she walks around him and leaves the room before he can protest. Percy doesn’t blame her. If anything he’d very much want to do the same. So much for responsibilities.

Eyes burning, hand smudged with ink, fingers ache. Percival has made a decent dent in the stack of letters but he feels as if he’s truly reached his limits when one of the castle staff enters with another platter of letters to the point where even his resolve dwindles and he is left seething with silent frustration and the desire to engineer the most glorious blast to tear these papers to shreds and watch the embers dwindle in the breeze. The servant knows not to linger and he is left contemplating in his solitude. If he actually had time to just sit there, he would but he’ll have to multitask in this occasion lest he leaves you with more work to return to than you left him with. Percy reminds himself; he loves you. He loves you more than anything and if he must suffer through some insincere replies to equally insincere congratulations, he’d do so in a heartbeat. He’d brave the world and beyond for you even if he’d much rather face hoards of undead, or some dragons then spend these hours in his study away from you. He’ll endure.

But you are a saving grace. You bring him mercy when the cruel world would offer him none because when he feels he is about to snap, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. You walk in in all your beauty and radiance looking far more rested. Had he the energy left he might have been jealous of you. Instead his shoulder slump and he relaxes in his seat as you draw closer, come around to his side of the desk and lean against the desk facing him. You uncurl his fingers from the quill he’d been using, unsure if he could have even let go without help at this point, and gently take his hand in both of yours. The way your fingers move against his skin, putting pressure in the right places that make his joints pop and release from their frozen positions, immediately releasing the tension and ache so much so he can’t stifle the groan of pleasure.

“I doubt I need to ask how your day’s been.” Your smile is audible in your voice as you find another good spot, releasing the muscle from its position, and returning the gift of motion to his thumb once more.

“I have no desire nor mind to speak of the sheer idiocy, bootlicking and self-infatuation I have encountered in the past two hours alone. I shall not even remember what I must have repressed from the hours before that.” Percy groans moving his fingers against yours, wrapping around until he returns your grasp affectionately. Once he feels secure enough, he pulls at your entwined hands. Your eyes widen in surprise, mainly so at the strength used because even Percy doubted he had any left, and you catch yourself with an arm around his shoulders as you sit on his lap.

“That desperate for a distraction?” You laugh.

“Extremely.” Needing no further elaboration you simply place your lips against his in a sweet kiss. All stress alleviates. The walls of the study become far less confining and engulfed in your affections Percy feels like he’s himself again, back to this world, focussed on you and you alone. With a heavy sigh you pull apart and just simply seek comfort in each other’s arms.

“How was your day?” Percy asks with a kiss to your temple, fingers dancing along your side as you place your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat. You sigh.

“Well, after a much needed nap I decided to wander the castle grounds. About thirty minutes in, I was surrounded by servants asking for the details of the event, and the only breaks I got was from the nobles that approached me to tell me they look forward to our grand wedding, definitely implying their invitation is nonnegotiable.” He throws his head back with an equal sigh. So much for peace it seems. While he spared you the letters, you did not manage to catch the break he’d hoped to provide. Seems like a remote vacation might have to be the solution. If only it were a viable solution for the both of you. You have your own responsibilities, and he has his. You can’t just drop everything and disappear for a week or two.

“I appreciate you trying to give me a break. I really do but I think we just have to get this wedding over with, so we may finally know a moment of peace and quiet again.”

“I thought weddings were supposed to be a joyous occasion. Not riddled with stress over stupid decisions like napkin foldings, cake flavours and seating charts.” That’s not entirely true. Percy has been taught these things, and has witnessed these events on a few occasions. He knows how tedious they are and even as a child he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it himself one day. For you he’d endure it a thousand times and he feels comfortable to say that you share this opinion.

“Weddings are supposed to be joyous and while the planning of one on whatever scale comes with some stress, this feels like more than a full-time job for several people and I’d much prefer treading through basilisk pits again because at least then we’d be getting paid for it. Now we’ll be paying the bill.”

“Technically Whitestone is paying for our wedding, dear. That’s why we’ll have to abide by every expectation set for us I’m afraid.” Percy quips back with amusement and you just kiss him to shut him up. Serves him right. He’s not complaining, at least not until you break the kiss, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. Percy leans into your touch.

“I have some savings. If I’m paying does that mean we’ll be allowed to show up in our regular clothes, because I say so? Might we get the flowers we actually want if any at all? Is there no more need for a grand several day event that hosts people we have never met and can’t even be bothered to remember the names of?” What you’re implying is beginning to dawn on Percival. In technicality you are correct. He bites his tongue trying to find a way to tell you this is a terrible thing you are suggesting but he can’t. It’s a terrible idea and you two should definitely do it.

“It’s just how things are.” Percy counters none too convinced.

“You’re the Lord of Whitestone for Pelor’s sake! Don’t let it shackle you to golden chains.” You speak forthright, smile on your face, letting your fingers brush through his hair.

“Well, you’d be surprised how poor of a confinement golden shackles make given the material is rather soft as opposed to other metals.” With that you pull on the pale strands and give him a look that demands his attention, one he was not going to deny you anyway.

“Don’t be a smart ass. Let’s get married.” You release your hold and take to cupping his cheeks.

“If you insist-” Your lips trail along his jawline, and neck, just shy of leaving marks. Wouldn’t want to litter his skin in marks of your affection, before the wedding night. You’ll save it for later.

“I most certainly do.” You speak between kisses.

“-then who am I to deny my beautiful lover what they desire if it is in my capability to grant?” Percy speaks between gasps and moans. You certainly know how to sway an argument. Not that he ever doubted your skills but the more you say, the more you do, he feels more inclined to tell every single noble, advisor or whoever else thinks they might have some say in what should be one of the best days in his life, in your life, then they can go screw themselves. He’ll share this day with you, under your own terms and that’s all he needs, whatever extra finds its way here, will be a bonus, but as long as you are there, that is all he needs. You’re all he needs.

“Let’s get married then, love.” You raise from his lap and offer your hand. Percy takes it, and you pull him along.

“Now?” He laughs. Of course now. Or at least as soon as possible. Whatever spares him from having to go back to writing and procrastinate, or entirely neglect his tasks and instead leads to more time with you.

“Right now.” You assure.

And so you are off, gather those you can. You send for your friends, and family; anyone who is important to you and can find their way to Whitestone within the next hour or so. You spend that time informing the kitchens you’ll have guests, change into comfortable put presentable clothes; casual clothes. Tease each other, something about seeing each other the day of the wedding being bad luck. At your own pace you eventually make it to the Sun Tree. It’s fully in bloom, leaves a luscious green, light bleeding through from the lowering sun. This place has marked so much of your lives. It felt only right to add another one to that list. Turn so much bad, into something good, show that it is possible. This is where you earned your freedom. This is the heart of a legacy you both vow to uphold. Why should it not be the place you’ll promise to uphold your vows to each other?

Within the hour you stand at the roots. Within the hour you see your friends approach. Some of them are confused. Others are simply known to go with the flow. Explanations are asked for, but none are given, not yet. You wait until the time is right. You simply talk, spend time with the people in your lives you love most, have grown to love most and call family. They are here. You reminisce. You laugh. You cry. You remember what you gained, and lost. You share it all. You share your lives with the others, and they theirs with you. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed and Percy understands now, when it comes to you, he’ll never again agree with what is expected of him, simply because it is expected when he has to put you and himself in second place. He is not willing to make the sacrifices those before him have made at the cost of your happiness, or his own. He’ll do anything to make you happy, as he knows you will do the same. So he pulls apart Pike. He asks her, to marry you. The gnome is caught off guard at first but agrees quickly. She goes to arrange things. Whispers spread and before you know it, people are telling you you’re getting married, right here, right now. You simply share a look with Percy, share your smiles even when you stand apart.

Pike clears her throat, directing people to their places, setting up the scene, as chaotic as possible of course. You get some strange looks from the townsfolk who have no clue what’s going on and are somewhat curious but don’t approach. They’ve seen much stranger. Before you know it there’s a makeshift aisle and you stand arm in arm with Percy. By the grace of Keyleth you hold a lovely bouquet and similar flowers have been attached to Percy’s own attire, despite his protests. Apparently this was nonnegotiable but your smile made him accept the druid’s insisting. A path of petals is haphazardly thrown by the goliath that walks in front, before he flanks off to the side to join the other guests. Scanlan nudges him out of the way and to the end of the ‘front row’ so others can still see what's going on. You swear you see them both, eyes watery, and voices a bit squeaky, though don’t tell the bard that. Vex approaches you, pulling two rings from her pouch. You’ll owe her one, but she might be inclined to let it slide, maybe. Cassandra offers you a scolding, but through particular words, expresses she very much agrees with your decision and you have her blessing to marry her brother but you best keep him in trouble.

It is time. You walk down the makeshift aisle, the fresh flower petals beneath your feet, up towards where Pike straightens her usual clothes, clears her throat, and straightens. Shaking leg; the nerves very much present but she offers you an assuring nod. Percy feels it first. He’s had this moment replay in his mind a thousand of times since your engagement, even before that. Not in a single one of them did things go exactly like they are before you now, but one thing is consistent; you. You squeeze his arm, draw his attention. He can’t look away from you. He can’t stop smiling like a fool either. But still he feels nervous. He doesn’t quite understand why. He feels his heart beat in his chest. He feels his mind twirl going from lovely thoughts to complete silence but he won’t let that ruin anything, because in those moments of silence he gets the opportunity to just see you, and remind himself; he loves you more than anything in this world.

You stand at the base of the Sun Tree. The sky turns gold and orange and pink, with the first hints of purple. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect. Pike stands on the roots to give her some more height. She holds onto her holy symbol as you hold onto Percy’s hands, clasping yours in his. You feel the light tremble and can’t identify if it’s yours or his. You are buzzing. You feel like you’re walking on air, head in the clouds because the world falls away and there’s only the gunslinger in front of you. You see what you went through, you see the times you shared for better or worse, and what you pulled through. You are together at the end of it. It made you stronger. Your love grew and now you stand here; a new chapter in your life together. You can’t wait to see what’s next.

“Honourable guests, we are gathered here to day to celebrate the union between-“ Pike tries but stumbles over her words a little as if she’s trying to recall the exact words from a piece of writing. You know she’s been reading up on wedding speeches and etiquette.

“Pike.” You whisper and she gives you a worried look. “It’s okay. We’re not doing this traditionally.” You reassure.

“Just do what feels right.” Percy adds.

“But what if I don’t get it right?” She whispers, eyes falling to the gathered people.

“It’ll be perfect either way. Don’t worry about anything else.” She nods and takes a deep breath.

“We didn’t know why we came here today. We came here for some fun with our friends and now they’re getting married. And I- And I am honoured to be the one to officiate. I know I’m not some high priest of somewhere but I don’t need to be because none of that matters. What does matter is you two. What matters is your love. We’re here to celebrate that. Now because you threw me into the deep real fast, I’ll do the same to you. How about some vows? We wanna hear some proper vows, don’t we?” Pike teases, earning some positive replies from your attendees. “Now, I don’t wanna hear any of that ‘I promise to cherish you always and blah blah blah.’. Give us something interesting.” She encourages and so do your friends. You laugh and see those teal eyes glow with light, silently begging you to go first.

“I promise not to be traditional. I promise to test and try you at every opportunity however frustrating that might be, because I love you. We’ve faced hoards of undead, dragons and gods and despite all odds we are still standing here today. We’ve defied the rules of this world, and so what’s breaking some rules of tradition? We’ve redefined what it means to be us countless times to suit what we needed it to be but in the end that comes back to love. That’ll be my promise; I promise you love, unconditional. When you lock yourself in your workshop, I’ll come bother you until you take a break and eat. When you feel like the weight of the world is upon your shoulders, I will lift it. When trouble comes knocking once more, I will face it with you. That is my promise; you’ll never be alone again. I will always be with you, even when I’m not at your side.” The words came to you easier than you expected. Even though you stumble at times, these words come from your heart and so you know them to be true. Percy takes a deep breath, the hold on your hands tightening. There’s a moment of silence, his lips part so you simply squeeze back and nod.

“I-uh. I’m happy this is not a traditional wedding because we’re not traditional people. You’ve tried me at every corner, you’ve made me question my every action, my life, my world and my reality. You’ve opened my eyes to a world so much brighter when all I saw was darkness. We have faced many monsters, we’ve saved many people, but to me the most impressive life you saved, is mine for I thought it doomed long ago. You gave me hope where there was none and I know I gave you plenty of headaches while trying to prove me so. Even back then, I knew, I remember, were you not there, things would have been very different, your love allowed me to feel love again, and return it too. I offered you my heart and you promised not to break it. You kept your word. You’ve come bother me in my workshop with promises to drag me out of there if I took but a moment longer. You’ve braved the heaviest of storms and quelled them. You have not just changed this world; you’ve changed my world based on a promise you made. I remember your words your first promise to me; I won’t turn my back on you. I remember your second promise; You will not be alone as long as I’m around. I remember your third promise; You will know my love as long as you are willing to accept it. I will make these same promises, and all that followed, all that will follow. I promise I you my love. You’ve had it from the moment I met you, and you will have it for eternity.” Not once do Percy’s words falter. Not once does his gaze leave yours and you know it is a true promise.

“Okay, uhhh what’s next? Oh yeah! Rings. You got rings right?” Pike asks as the guests laugh, and you do too. You both nod, taking the rings that vex had given you earlier, with a quick glance towards her in thanks. She simply offers you a wink.

“May Raei bless these symbols of your union so it may prosper and blossom into something more beautiful than it already is.” You change your rings. They’re lovely. Not at all what you might traditionally have chosen but that’t the theme is it not? That’s exactly what makes the jewelled bands perfect.

“Do you promise to love each other always?” Of course he does. How could he not? Percy cannot imagine a life without your love. He would offer the world just to see you smile like you do now. He knows he has your love in turn. He’s never felt so sure of anything. He knows it in his heart, his bones, his mind, it is simply a truth no one can argue, not even his own dark thoughts.

“We do.” You say in unison.

“Do you promise to nurture and care for one an other?” You’ve pulled him out of his workshop when he refused to take breaks. You’ve cared for his wounds and he of yours. You’ve held him when the demons got too loud and he’s held you when you needed him most every time without question. If that is not nurture, he does not know what is. He would put his life in your hands without a second thoughts and while it is a frightening reality, responsibility he knows you’d do the same in a heartbeat.

“We do.”

Do you promise to fuck shit up together?” That’s simply nonnegotiable. You will always fuck shit up together. With lives like yours, this is simply a given and that you’ll face it together, as a team, makes it all the more exciting. Percy looks forward to your adventures. You look forward to the adventures you’ll find upon your path.

“We do.” Percy shakes his head as the crowd laughs. It is inappropriately appropriate.

“Then by the power invested in me by- uhhhh, by you, I pronounce you married! Now kiss-“ Your lips collide with Percy’s in a deep kiss, fuelled by a string of emotions. You need not be told twice. The cheers of your friends are drowned out by the pulsing in your ears. You feel the vibrations of the world around you and they all harmonise in that moment. You’re married now. Flowers dance around you, petals rain from the sky but you don’t care, not when you have the man in front of you. The world around you fades when he is there. You know it in your heart, your body, your soul; you love him always and forever.

No matter what anyone envisioned for your marriage, this is perfect. Percy feels your love, flowing through your body, into his, into the earth surrounding you, into the world beyond, clear for all to see. He might have been somewhat reserved in the past but that matters not. He is here with you, shares this moment with you, and now he officially shares his life with you on another level. He is yours as you are his. This is a pact not made by demon or devil. This is a pact made between two people, bound by unconditional love. This is a deal worth making, and this is one he’ll make a thousand times as long as it is to you. He will uphold his vows as you will yours. He’ll have you in his life and be better for it. You make him feel alive. You make him feel he’s worth more than a legacy written in the cold of winter, in the ashes and blood of others. You make him feel like he’s worth more than the responsibilities placed upon him. You make him feel like himself and allow him to be who he chooses to be.

He chooses to be a man worthy of your love. He chooses to be himself.

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