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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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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Fear of the Past

Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf x Reader, Past!Mollymauk Tealeaf x Reader, Good Friend Caduceus Clay

Warnings: Potential spoilers for The Mighty Nein Reunited

Word Count: 1,070

“Caduceus?” you ask, interrupting the firbolg’s gardening.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Caduceus turns, taking in your nervous body language immediately. “Sure,” he says, handing you a small gardening tool, “As long as you don’t mind helping me with these vegetables.”

You take it, happy to help and have something to do with your hands besides twiddling your thumbs. “Sure!”

Caduceus quietly gardens with you for a moment, giving you the time to find the words you want to say.

“Sooooo…”

“So” he says.

“Sooo,” you begin again, “it’s been a while since we’ve all been together.”

“Yeah,” Caduceus agrees, “It’s nice to see everybody again. Sorry I couldn’t make for the whole-”

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him, “You and your family had a lot going on around here. Besides, something told me you wouldn't have been comfortable on a boat again. You had your fair share of that before.”

Caduceus chuckles. “Yeah. I’m sensing this isn’t what you wanted to talk about though.”

Your nervousness returns. It was one thing to battle these feelings in your head by yourself, it was a whole other thing to confide them with someone else, but here you go.

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I- I know you aren’t really the person to ask about this kind of thing but, honestly, you’re the only one I think I can really talk to about this.”

“Why’s that, if you don’t mind me asking” Caduceus says, pulling at a particularly entrenched piece of vegetation.

“Well, Fjord and Caleb have their own romantic problems to be worried about, Jester and Veth would try to “fix it” by setting up a date, Beau would just make fun of me and I don’t think Yasha would have the sort of answers I’m looking for.”

“There’s a pretty important exclusion in that list” Caduceus notices.

“Yeah…” you respond.

“I see what’s going on now.”

“I just… I don’t know how to tell him how I feel without him worrying about Molly.”

“I see,” Caduceus says, growing a touch more serious. He sets his tools down and turns to face you fully. “I was a bit after Molly’s time, obviously, so I can’t really speak to what your experience was with him but, I can ask you this. Do you feel like your feelings for Kingsley are in any way residual from what you felt for Molly?”

“I used to think so.”

“Okay” Caduceus says, signaling for more.

“But… the more I got to know Kingsley as his own person outside of the other two, I think I feel in love all over again.”

“That’s great” Caduceus says, “Why don’t you just tell him that?”

“Caduceus.”

“What?”

“I can’t just do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I- I’m scared.”

Caduceus smiles softly at you. “I can understand that.” He reaches over and grabs one of your hands and says, “But all things considered, I don’t think you have anything to really be scared of. You took on an entire floating city, brokered peace between two opposing nations, fought a giant sea snake recently and so many other things.”

“I didn’t do any of those things alone, Caduceus.”

“No,” he agrees, “and I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be afraid. Fear touches every living thing. But I don’t think you have anything to be worried about.” Caduceus tilts his head, indicating something behind you. “Because I think he’s scared too.”

Behind you, silently watching this conversation, is Kingsley in all his pirate glory. However, the stance he holds in this particular moment is not one befitting of a swashbuckler. He is trying to seem like he is uninterested but you catch him looking over at the two of you. There’s a fidgety nature to him, like he wants to do two things at the same time.

You do not have the power to read minds, but if you did you would understand that the newest Tealeaf is at war with himself in this moment. His feet and heart long to move toward you while his brain and body refuse to move by the same type of overwhelming fear that you expressed to Caduceus.

Caduceus leans over to whisper to you, “You’re a hero. Go save him. You can help me with the garden after.”

The joke almost excuses the shove Caduceus bestows upon you but regardless, you’re moving in Kingsley’s direction.

As you approach Kingsley reacts immediately, acting as if he had been looking the other way and just noticed you. It was a little silly and made you feel at least a little bit better about your own fears.

“Oh, uh, hello dear, loving weather this afternoon” Kingsley says, with a thin layer of faux nonchalance.

“Hi Kingsley,” you say, “It’s, uh, it’s really good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.”

“Listen, I've got something I want to tell you.”

“This isn’t about-”

“Please just, just wait. I’ve needed to say this for a long time and I don’t want it to get confused or misconstrued. I-” you take a breath as the tiefling in front of you falls quiet- “I love you Kingsley. And I know how that sounds. I know that a lot of the time you feel like you have this pressure on you to be like Molly and you don’t. I know you’ve read Beau’s journals, I know you know what Molly and I were. It’s taken me a while to figure this out but I didn’t want to talk to you about it until I was sure, but I love you. You as yourself, not you as an echo of Molly.”

You take a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts and continue, “You are your own brand of chaos and fit right into our weird little family and even if you don’t feel the same way, I just- I thought you should know.”

Kingsley is stunned for a moment before he takes a tentative step towards you.

“Love,” he says, the word coming out almost like a question, like he’s testing the word in his mouth, “Can I kiss you?”

And who are you to say no to The Plank King.

A few feet away, happily working with the plants that surround his family home, Caduceus smiles, with plans to pull the both of you into yard work with him as soon as you’ve had some time to yourselves.

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a-menagerie · 1 year

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A Small Gift for Kingsley

this has been a wip for too long and i finally missed my MN folks enough to finish this up - its short and sweet but i want more Kingsley content

“Just- it’s not a fancy gift or anything! So, don’t freak out on me.” You rush to say, shoving the gift wrapped box at him. Kingsley raises a brow at your rambling, looking at the gift in his hands.

“Riiiiight.” He shook the box and frowned when no sound emerged. He peeled off the wrapping paper and stared down at the plain, wooden box in his hands.

“Don’t um - just, put it on the ground.” You tell him then lean over and whisper the command word in his ear. Kingsley gives you an unimpressed look but sighs theatrically, uttering the command word at the box. It springs open, unfolding itself in a small 4-man boat. Kingsley looks between it and you in surprise

“Tadaaaa!” You say, a cheesy grin on your face as you gesture towards the boat. “Your very own boat!”

“A boat…in a box?” Kingsley walks closer, nudging the boat with the tip of his boot.

“There’s another command word, to make it turn into a ship.” You explain. At the word ‘ship’, Kingsley’s eyes dart up to your face, a smile tugging at his lips.

“My very own ship, huh? I almost thought my first ship would be…well, I certainly didn’t think it’d come to me in a box.” He laughs.

“Well, I thought this could tide you over until we find you a true ship to captain.” You bumped your shoulder into his, grinning.

“Until we find me a ship?” Kingsley asks.

“You think I won’t help you get a ship, Captain?” You tease, stepping away and giving him a playful half-bow. He arches an eyebrow at you, reaching out and tugging you closer by your waist.

“I think I could get used to hearing you call me that. Has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?” Kingsley grins and cocks his head to the side.

“Captain Kingsley Tealeaf, sailor extraordinaire.” You loop your arms around his neck. He leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“As long as you’re my First Mate.” He says.

“I suppose I can agree to that.”

#kingsley tealeaf x reader #kingsley x reader #critical role x reader #critrole x reader #critrole reader insert

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brenbrennn · 1 year

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─❝𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝❞─

{❥} Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf x Reader

{❥} Summary: Taking place some time after the “Mighty Nein” has finally finished off Uk’otoa for good , yours and Kingsleys new crew docks ship in a small port town in Nicodranas for some dealings. Your feeling more so frazzled with the fact that its the anniversary of Mollymauks death , same day and everything. Its a truly hard hitting realization , which has left you rather emotional for the majority of your crews brief stay. You feel ashamed that your grieving is clouding so much of your judgement that you decide to take refuge in a place of honoring for the Raven Queen to ease the gaping wound of pity. Little do you know , Kingsley has found you after searching for your presence all after to night. As the rest of your crew celebrates in the local taverns , you confide in Kingsley .. even if the conversation is a little awkward.

{❥} Authors Note: That one boygenius song dude... OHMYGOD! “Not Strong Enough” has made me ugly sobbing so what do I do? , project on my favorite characterssssssss. I just finished the full Mighty Nein Reunited two parter so this post is also in celebration of that! I'm so glad Taliesin decided to play Kingsley this one-shot. Just because its able to flesh out more of him and his future. I hope we see this group again in the future cause they r so jajajajaja<3

{❥} Content Warnings (CWS): Only some religion-esc references since this whole thing mostly takes place in a “temple” of honoring the Raven Queen. Also just some hard hitting grieving , and most half proofred. Other than that I dont think there’s anything more to add! If there’s more I need to add, please let me know. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) →

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

・ Kingsley should be happy on this day , right? I mean your crew had just gotten a major win , this should be a day of rejoice! But his mind could only wonder off with the thought of you. As he traversed the streets of the port town you all docked in , no sight of you could be seen anywhere

・ He only had a small clue on where you could be. That whole morning as the ship sailed in , you clearly had your guard up. Not saying that every day you were cheery as can be , everyone has their bad days of course. But something about your manner was just.. different. The frustrating aspect was that these streets kept on winding down into different path after another. ・ Shops turned into houses and then houses turned into the more religious end of town. It was rather beautiful being able to take a look at all the gorgeous and intricate ways people worshipped what deity they followed. He was at his last whit's end , but something caught his attention when he saw a certain building in that district. ・ It was more of a church than a building but it would do. Rather eloquent and very put together , a large statue of the Matron hanging from the middle part of the roof. Her arms were almost billowing out like she was about to give someone or somebody an embrace. But by the porcelain mask she was always adorned with , he couldn’t catch if that embrace was the one of friendliness or death.

・ He threw the detailed , double doors open. The interior was rather a peaceful sight to see to be honest. Matching the colors of the Raven queen , with tributes of her everywhere. Pictures were strung around a large table; almost like a mantle , flowers and gifts to their dead loved ones placed every which way. Along with tossed around notes to the Matron , thanking her or begging her for solitude and so on.

・ He walked down the middle isle of the place and let everything fall. He started to panicking-ly ramble on about how he was so worried , are you alright , what the fuck is wrong?! All those kind of things , didn’t help in this situation with the abundance of pity drinking he did before setting out to find you.

・ His talking paused when he noticed something was very very wrong. Your shoulders were stiff , you were currently sitting on your knees bent back. Your hands were digging into the material around your legs , more so of a nervous maneuver. Before he could say anything at all he saw your face.

・ He could see how hard you have been crying for the last hours or so. Your eyes were puffy and about to be blood shot , your lip in a tremble. You were clearly trying to hold it together but the cracks were slowly starting to show as seconds passed. Kingsley didnt get any closer to you but decided to as well take seating on the cold , stone flooring of the establishment.

・ You proceeded to fiddle with your hands , your before violent sobs turning into now small sniffles. You looked over to your “friend” with irritated eye bags and a blank expression , your lips curled into a faint frown. “I’m sorry , you shouldn't see me like this.” You said - wiping away the last remaining streaks of tears.

・ He almost looks bewildered by your words. “I shouldn’t? Your my fuckin first mate for Christ's sake - you really think I give a damn?” Which surprisingly cause you to let out a small chuckle , though it sounded more like a pained one. Very close to a wince. You had been here for a good while by the looks of it , basically curling into yourself with your legs crossed.

・ He frowned at the sight , now having a more serious facial expression. He was genuinely concerned for you and your wellbeing. He clearly was trying to read you or your expressions to see any signs of what was wrong. Though you hadn’t spoken up in the continuous silence , which just made Kingsley feel more and more stumped.

・ As he went back to just awkwardly staring off , you spoke up again with a more cracked tone. With your less put together wording , the sob’s slowly started to come through.

“W-what if I jeopardize everything , Kingsley? I did it before and it could happen again... I lost him that way- and I dont .. I dont want to repeat that with you. I care about you too much and.. and..-” ・ The water works immediately came back , your bodies immediately colliding. Your head found purchase in his shoulder , Kingsley didn’t resist at all. With the time you both had spent together , managing a crew and as well managing the Revelry , the both of you had really became inseparable. ・ He didn’t speak up at all as your sobs increased in velocity , just letting you whale as much as you needed to. You looked up again , your eyes more teary eyed than before. Finally he broke that stale silence , gently cupping your cheek. As his hand met your face with hesitance , you nodded at him in permission. If someone walked in on this they could definitely cut it with a knife. “First of all , I think the seas making you loopy. You aren’t gonna jeopardize anything or anybody , especially me. To be frank I think I’d be the one to cause any sort of large problem of course. And... he- what do you mean by he? I cant help fix anything if you dont tell me on it.” ・ He noticed your shoulders tense up again , as you nuzzled your face into his hand. All you wanted was that signature warm comfort. But Kingsley did have a point. You cleared your throat and explained your worries. Telling him about your whole grievances with Mollymauk , and how todays just a big reminder of your failure. ・ He couldn’t help but snicker just a little which made your posture straighten up and more so playfully jabbed him in the chest with your fist. Slowly you were starting to come out of your once mourning demeanor. “Hey fuck you!” - “Whattt? , I dont mean any harm as your captain!” ・ You two immediately erupted into a fit of giggles , the feeling of pressure pretty much getting more and more lighter. He looked back to you as your fun times died down , and you looked back at him. Your eyes said it all , feeling guilty about bringing up the one soft spot. At least you thought so. “Listen , I know I cant say anything really about your whole process. I know you and Molly had a rather.. interloped companionship. But you dont have to hide from me just because of some small details? I’m your friend , I want to know what’s wrong - even if its all a little mopey...” ・ You furrowed your brows at him but his words were clearly sincere. Your rough and tough expression turned to one of that same blank look - but forgiveness laced into every crease. “I care about you too , greatly. An I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said your my first mate. I NEED to know what’s wrong with you. Molly clearly meant a lot to you and I understand why you grief for him to this day , but you dont have to be this pitiful and mourn alone by all means. We kinda chose a tavern to celebrate for a reason you know?” ・ You agree with him with a little more energy than before , your body and mind clearly growing more comfortable in this moment. Even if Kingsley was being an ass , he could always make it sound as charming as possible. You couldn’t stay mad. You two talked for a little more longer , Kingsley quelling your worries about your still long lasting fears and regrets. ・ At a point you two came to a compromise , you two can talk it out buttttt not in this cold and desolate honoring space. A more bright and lively tavern filled with some of your close crew mates seemed like it would do the trick. He brought up how even if Mollys gone hes still around , through you and the rest of the Mighty Nein. Through the smallest acts he would always be there. “Wow word of the wise , where’d you learn that?” “Caduceus.” He said with the toothiest of grins. ・ As he got up from the stone flooring , he stood up straight and extended a hand to you. Even bringing up the idea of visiting the local bakery, promising bear claws with the most Nicodranas sweetness. You chuckled and said you would “-hold him up to that.” ・ In the end he did keep up to that promise , along with the one about the taverns atmosphere helping your grieving process. With the songs of associates and friends flowing through your ears , even if you ended black out drunk on the floor of the captains quarters the night definitely ended off on a better note. ・ That night you guys sailed off , heading back to the Isle. You woke up the next morning having no idea what the time was. The same taste of ale mixed with a hint on cinnamon rested on your taste buds. Your entire body was enveloped in the comfortable and soft blankets of the captains bed. ・ Before you went to go maneuver out of the very comfy surroundings , you felt the slightest pull back from a certain someone's tiefling tail. You looked back and saw a half asleep Kingsley lazily reaching out for you , immediately you sat back into the pillows with no questions asked. ・ His body against yours was a very calming difference. Each and every exposed part of skin basically being consumed in the warmness that regularly radiated off the purple fellow. Everything was even more nicer when his arms gently wrapped around your torso. ・ In that moment you could only do one thing , which was smile at the sight in front of you. You realized something you should have clicked together a long time ago. You may have not been able to change anything , or fuck with fate at all , but this wasn’t so bad. Mollymauks life would always be apart of your existence and you took that in. ・ But this ship , this crew , the life you had grown for yourself was only something but a dream once before. You had friends that were basically your family , a loyal crew , and someone that felt so refreshing with you. This was okay , you were okay , and the wellbeing of the people around you was all that mattered. ・ As you reclined your brain out of your constant thought , you listened into the slowly swaying sea from outside the large window that faced the back wall of the captains sleeping quarters. You realized that Kingsley had fallen back asleep , which you realized you should probably do as well. ・ You nestled back into the mattress under you and nuzzled your head into the softness of the pillows. Letting sleep take over your conscious , you went into slumber with a more at ease mindset. Even if you weren’t a god or a divine being that could fuck with the dealings of fate , you could finally rest with the feeling of reassurance that what you achieved was.. right for you. Finally , you could be at peace. ₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊ {❥} Authors Note: Me after FINALLY finishing this ➜

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icarusthefoolish · 1 year

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The Mighty Nein Masterlist

Caleb Widogast

Nothing here yet...

Beauregard Lionett

Nothing here yet...

Jester Lavorre

Nothing here yet...

Fjord Stone

Nothing here yet...

Caduceus Clay (Platonic only!)

Nothing here yet...

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Blooming flowers, blooming feelings

Veth Brenatto / Nott the Brave

Nothing here yet...

Kingsley Tealeaf

Nothing here yet...

Yasha Nydoorin

Nothing here yet...

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #Veth brenatto x reader #Jester Lavorre x reader #caduceus clay x reader #Mollymauk Tealeaf x reader #kingsley tealeaf x reader #fjord stone x reader #Beauregard Lionett x reader #Yasha Nydoorin x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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cuddling headcanons

So I really love these, and also I wanted to add more after I got the request for Vox Machina. And following up the same one I write for Assassin’s Creed.

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Caleb

It took a lot of working through his nerves, but this mage can’t help but gravitate towards you. You wake up to a tight, desperate grip around you. Low whispers and murmurs that sweetly call out your name.

Jester

You’re not too surprised to see the tiefling wrapped tightly around you. She’s always been a huge cuddler, searching for warmth in every way

Fjord

A tight embrace with you atop a broad chest, strong forearms keeping you secure in place

Essek

Sometimes you wake up to an airy touch gracing your skin, or a tight grip that holds onto your hand(s) as if you’re his tether

Nott/Veth

Curled up and warmly snuggled between your arms, sighing away contentedly

Cadeuces

If you’re woken up, then gentle snores and sighs lull you back to sleep just as fast. Curled up against his chest, the sweet smell of tea(s) relaxes you

Beauregard

She’s got you in the tightest embrace ever, like the best thing that’s come across in her life. Don’t be surprised if a leg is wrapped/intertwined with yours as well.

Mollymauk/Kingsley

He’s a very light sleeper, so if you were to stir awake or move just the slightest, you hear a light purring as a hand or tail wraps around you to go back to sleep

Yasha

You wake up with a gentle hand absently brushing through your hair, a small whisper

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saphirered · 1 year

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It is incredibly late (or early?) Where i live so excuse me if this is rambely.

I got an idea for a Lucien/Mollymauk/Kingsley request. And im Hoping once i have it out in the open I'll be able to sleep.

Basically Lucien and the reader were partners when his soul was scattered the same happened to the reader. They both woke up being buried with no recollection of who they were. Once they meet each other in the Mighty Nein they start getting closer a relationship forms they both feel a sort of pull towards one another. When Molly dies the reader doesn't and Lucien remembers the reader but they don't remember him but they feel the same sort of pull they felt for Mollymauk. Once Lucien is actually dead the reader dies of Wounds sustained but again wake up in a grave with no recollection. They meet Kingsley and again there is this sort of pull.

(basically to really quickly explain my idea, the reader's soul got shattered as did Luciens but their souls are forever linked they are meant to be with each other which is why through every revival they feel a pull towards each other)

Again i am so so sorry if this is weird but it's late and i felt the need to get this out and you were the first person i thought of because I've been reading your Mollymauk oneshots for the past few hours.

Good Morning, good day, good night! I love this concept and hope I did it justice and lived up to expectation. Enjoy 😘

He remembers it well. Your first meeting. Or supposed first meeting. Specifically it was your first meeting in this life. He remembers your whispers to the goblin and the ragged wizard when the fated group later becoming known as the Mighty Nein would first meet too. He was his charming self with his angel at his side ready to pull more patrons to the carnival. The carnival had been his home ever since he first looked up at the sky and saw the stars and moons. The moment he set foot in that tavern, something felt so eerily similar to that emptiness. That something was you. He should have run, Molly should have run while he still had the chance but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t. He’s a stubborn one after all and not even his own instincts could tell him what to do. Sure, who knows? You might be dangerous but you’re not dangerous to him. You’re just… lovely. He’d never even said a word to you. How about he changed that?

“And you? We’d be honoured to have your esteemed presence, my dear. The cards say I should show you your fate, are you willing to see it?” Despite his typical grin and charm you didn’t fall for his ways so quickly. You simply huddle within yourself crossing your arms and making yourself small to take off attention. You’re so used to moving through the shadows you’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in the light.

“I’m not that big a believer in fate I’m afraid, but thank you.” That voice sent shivers up his spine. Like a beautiful song that could bring him to tears. Something within himself, he doesn’t know why but it speaks to relief and comfort.

“You should, you should, you should. Look at the reading I got!” The blue tiefling Jester bounces up and down and you curve a smile. Hesitation. He can work with that.

“For you, love, I’ll even do it for free. Whether you believe or not, I think you can appreciate the irony in holding your fate in your own hand by card, no?” He winks. You cover a snort.

“Fine. I’ll draw a card.” You hold up your hands in surrender and cringe when Jester squeals interposing between the two of you excitedly. He could kiss that tiefling for unknowingly being his wingwoman in that very moment. Molly fans out his cards holding them in one hand and with a dramatic bow offers them to you face down letting you pick on. Your fingers brush over the surface until you settle on one and pull it from the deck. He rises fully and equally dramatic. You roll your eyes but fight a smile turning the card towards him.

“The Moon and the Mirror! The first card that ever called to me. One could say our fates are intertwined.” He winks and that smile breaks through when you shake your head in disbelief.

“I think you say that to everyone.” You retort. You’re unsure whether you mean it or not. Something from the moment the literal and figurative peacock set foot in this tavern there has been something that just changed. Something fell in place. If the world was wrong before, it was right now. It doesn’t make any sense and yet it does but you can’t explain it. It just is. Part of you is frightened. Another part, so deeply rooted wants to indulge. It’s as if this tiefling has the answers to the questions you didn’t even know you had.

“Only to beautiful stories.”

“Beautiful stories?”

“That’s what the Moon means. The moon represents beautiful stories. Even when the clouds cover, the moon’s still there. Whether people see it or not, that’s a different thing. Your story is yours, even if you hide it, wrap it in layers and disguise, doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You take in a noticeable breath. That’s what he was looking out for. He’s spot on. You’re carrying a glamour of your own to cover this past of yours and that’s okay. He’s not telling everyone his life story. Okay maybe he is but none of them are true. Even if it were, nobody would be able to tell the difference.

“And the Mirror then?” You raise an eyebrow attempting to deflect. He’ll play along.

“So you are interested in your fate after all.”

“Well you do make it sound so alluring.” You lean onto your elbows. Oh he likes you. Molly is done for. He likes you a lot. He could get used to your company.

“You are far too kind. The Mirror faces us with the truth, as bitter as it may be sometimes. Even the shadows reflect in the mirror. A reveal awaits on your horizon. It’s up to you if you’re ready to face it.” You take in his words. Something has changed. You just don’t know what or why but this tiefling may just have something to do with it. Is this fate after all? No. Just life, or so you tell yourself.

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You loved him. He was torn away from you far too soon. You loved him and when he left, with him he took your heart. Your world is bleaker without him. When you visit the places of your memories together, they replay in your head. When you’re in your room and the door opens, you wait for that lavender tiefling to walk in boasting about his latest sham or in various stages of undress, showering you in affection until you tell him you’ll vomit from his ridiculousness. Even the times you were at odds. You’d give the world for just another day with him. Molly died. You’d held his body as he grew cold. You stared into those ruby eyes but nevermore saw the life in them. You closed them and so your world dulled and never fully recovered. They say it gets easier with time and it does. Life moves on and it’s easier to go along with the motions as time passes but there’s not a day you don’t miss him. Not a day goes by where you don’t think of him. Sometimes at night when you wake you look at the sky, look at the moon and talk to him. He might not be there but you like to pretend he’s watching sometimes.

It turned out you both had similar stories. You’d never even gotten the chance to fully tell him yours. The two of you had lived focussing on the lives you had now as opposed the earth you crawled out of and that haunted loneliness you awoke with. You can’t help but wonder that feeling, that emptiness is as close a feeling you got these days. You continued with the Nein while he lay buried. Or used to. Molly died but someone else returned in his stead; the one who ended up in the grave he crawled out of in the first place. Molly is dead and now with that face walks a man who can never be him. You’ve seen him-Lucien in flashes of visions before, faded memories that make you frightened of the past you never lived. It’s not your past after all. Someone else lived it in the body you now call yours. The person before is dead and gone. Same as Lucien should have been. It frightens you because what little you know, you know not what your predecessor was to Lucien, or who they were in general. What if he wants that version back? What if that version comes back? What if you cease to exist and this other person takes over?

But then you met the devil himself. Lucien, what a curse to know him. He shares the same face as your Mollymauk but he is not the same. They share some traits, some little habits you recognise. Each and every one is a dagger to your heart. You think he noticed too. He called you by that name, the one that was never yours. It must have just slipped because the horror in your eyes had given you away. He quickly corrected himself. He didn’t call you by that name again but you swore you could hear it like a whisper upon the cold breeze of Eiselcross sometimes. Like molly Lucien is charming but everything about him is with a darker undertone. When he is charming it feels like a predator coaxing a prey right between their teeth. When he smiles it’s belittling or a calm before the storm, something laced in a fury you cannot begin to comprehend. Despite all of this, that same pull remains. That same pull that brought you to Molly, it calls you to Lucien. You don’t want to get close. Fire burns after all and you have a feeling Lucien is an inferno in disguise.

Lucien can’t help himself though. You once meant the world to him. Well not you-you of course. The version of you he lost in his own demise. When he drew his first breath yet again, and you weren’t there. He’d have pulled you from the soil himself, dragged you right out of hell. You weren’t there. Someone else had taken your place. Someone new. A new you. The similarities are uncanny. The way you talk and move, it’s like a warped mirror and every time he gets a spark of hope that you might still be in there, he’s proven wrong. You’re not the person he knew. You’ll just have to be another means to an end at best. Another nuisance at worst. That doesn’t make it any easier. He’s not felt alive in his time beyond the veil but now you’re here so close yet so far away, he feels alive like never before, not since he got separated from you. You’re a candle and he’s the moth. He refuses to get burned.

Then it comes down to it. A fight. He gave you a chance. You picked your side. You joined the Mighty Nein and abandoned him. You made your choice. He’ll deal with the ashes. He takes no pleasure in ending you but no matter what version; you’re a stubborn one and incredibly loyal. You had no loyalties to him, not anymore. Why should he hang onto his loyalties to a ghost? He let it all go even though that sounds easier than it was. It burned him to hurt you. With each injury he inflicted, he felt every single strain, each scream and cry of pain shattered his very soul into fragments. It’s alright or so he kept telling himself. He’d bring you back once this is over; the real you, the true you and the one he held so dearly. He’ll have you back. Not this fragment.

Something within him shattered when he delivered that killing blow. You fell to your knees. You looked at him and he just saw sadness. You looked at your friends but he couldn’t care less about them. He took a good few hits in his distraction as that damned fragment you had grown attached to gained a little more control than he allowed. He watched the light drain from your eyes, your friends tried to rush towards you as you fell to your knees. You couldn’t breathe anymore. Lucien could feel something crack when you hit the ground and remained unmoving. He tried to move on and deal with your companions. In the end it would mean his own demise. They were too late to get you. When he fell, he met your eyes; never shut. Lucien would be dead.

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The Mighty Nein tried to resurrect you. It didn’t work. Not twice would they be so lucky. They took your body, had a funeral in true Mighty Nein fashion, and laid you at rest in the Blooming Grove to be watched over by Caduceus. They grieved you but their lives continued. Kingsley didn’t understand who you were. They tried to explain, explain who you were to Mollymauk. He got it. For some bloody reason he completely understood. When he first saw you you were dead and something within him felt missing, despite being surrounded by love in his resurrection, a piece of a puzzle he could not comprehend never truly fit together. When he saw you, he knew the missing piece had to do with you but the dead don’t just rise and the ritual had failed. You were truly gone. No one saw but for some reason tears did fall when the firbolg performed the burial rites. He didn’t even know you so why was he crying over you like he lost someone so near and dear to his heart? Like he lost a piece of himself.

One night on the ship far off on the ocean with his captain and trickster partner in crime; the life he’d grown quite used to, something changed. Something in the very air he breathes. The world got a push in the right direction. He didn’t know why or how but somehow it made sense. Some tether pulled him back to that graveyard, told him to go there. Not long after, Jester was freaking out and the wizard was summoned; they had to get back to the mainland fast. They had to get to the Blooming Grove. No one had told him and despite this being the perfect opportunity to commandeer the ship he had longed to captain for himself, he couldn’t just let them go without him. He had to come along. He did.

From the moment Kingsley stepped into that forest temple, where he saw a shellshocked individual seated on a stool staring into the abyss covered in dirt and a blanket, whatever piece of him he missed from the moment of his resurrection, returned and fell into place. That void within suddenly wasn’t so empty anymore. You hadn’t been responsive until his entrance, or so Clay had told them all. Kingsley approached you. You stared at him with such wonder and a recognition he must have held too in his first moments of life. You felt it too. Everything just made sense. You reached for him, just a finger, trembling and hesitant. The pad of that finger pressed against his cheek. There wasn’t much force behind it but were he standing instead of on his knees already, he might have fallen then and there.

“M-Mo… Moon… Moon.” It took you some time to get the word out.

“Moon?” Kingsley asked you though he did not expect a response. It took him while too to truly get to his senses and given the hour and your current state, you must have freshly crawled out of your grave. He feels sorry for you.

“Moon.” You affirm and place your palm flat over his heart. You tap it. “Moon.” He looked towards the Mighty Nein for some explanation. The one he got, that might as well have broken his heart a little. And should you return to your senses, whoever you might be, he’ll be happy to hold it over your heart your first word implied you found him beautiful.

This might just be the beginning of something beautiful. One thing is for sure. This’ll be a fresh start. You get to decide who you want to be. Like him you’ll be loved no matter what. He’ll make sure of it.

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klea221 · 2 years

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Mood Board for “Blood and Gold” Kingsley Tealeaf x Reader Pirate Ship Wedding 🖤

*pics are from Pinterest I do not own them*

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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I got a migraine, thought about Kingsley for a second, and it went away. I just felt like this was important to share. He's A+ pain medication now and I think he should give me kisses until I'm totally sure the pain's gone-

As someone with chronic migraines, I wish a Kingsley thought would help me out 😭 Hope you feel better now sweetheart x

Whoops I slipped and this happened 👀 Fluffy cuteness

~ Poet

Pain Relief

-> Kingsley Tealeaf x GN!Reader

"And you're sure there's nothing - anything at all - that I can get you?"

You peep out from under the soft quilts of the bed, the closed drapes by the window casting the room in a warm sepia tone that's gentle on your sore eyes. The captain of the ship stands beside you with his hands on his hips, peering down his nose with a concerned crimson gaze that sends a flutter of affection through you.

"More water? A sleep mask, perhaps?" Kingsley suggests, running a hand through his untamed curls. "I can fetch the healer for you, it's no problem at all, love. You have to listen to what your body needs."

You purse your lips in a playful pout. The aching throb in your temple has lessened considerably since the ship had docked and your lover came to check on you in your shared quarters. It is still present, a little constant pinch, but far kinder than the wave of sudden pain you experienced a few hours ago. Taking his hand in yours, you give it a comforting squeeze. "You worry too much about me."

"I worry because I care about you," he says, easy as breathing. He hunkers down at your bedside, smooths the blanket over your shoulders and gives you a half pleading half exasperated look. "Come on. Ask, and your wish is my command."

You know he's got errands to do, deals to make and contacts to cheat on shore. But you also know he won't leave your side until he is completely sure that he's done all he can for you.

He wants to be useful.

So, you make him useful.

"Kiss me."

He tilts his head. "Is that all?"

You nod, leaning your head back further into the expensive pillows and allowing your eyes to slide shut. "Yes. That will indeed be all, captain."

You feel Kingsley's amused smirk against your mouth when he leans down and seals his lips with yours. You hum happily and melt into the touch, the pressure in your head alleviating further as his infernal heat bleeds into your body.

It ends too soon.

He draws back an inch and sighs, pulls his bottom lip with his teeth in a pout. "And you're sure there's nothing else-"

"There's nothing more you can do," you chuckle and press your palms to his chest. You push him with little force until he reluctantly stands. "Thank you for your loyal service. Now go!"

He slips out of the darkened room and out onto the deck before you manage to throw a pillow at his overbearing head, but not before casting a fond smile and wink over his shoulder. You take another sip of water from the glass he'd left behind and curl up into a tight little ball with your back to the window. Sleep comes easily.

You feel good as new when he returns that evening - he makes sure to supply you with even more medicinal kisses to ward off any lingering pain.

You allow him.

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a-menagerie · 2 years

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Authors note: this is some very self-indulgent rambling about reader with Molly & Kingsley. It may not make much sense but I hope at lease some of you enjoy it. Inspired in part by @railroad-migraine ‘s Molly fic “It’s Time You Come Home”.

You had been mourning Mollymauk for longer than you’d gotten to love him.

The thought hit you out of nowhere, your glass slipping from your hand. You waved away the concerned glances, apologizing to Caduceus for making a mess. As you cleaned, you worked to keep the tears at bay.

Days like this, you wished you’d stayed behind with the carnival, convincing Molly to do the same. Still, you knew that would never have happened. Molly was a force to be reckoned with and you would’ve followed him anywhere.

Now, you had all followed Molly, no, Lucien from the grave and across Eiselcross. Any hope you had of Molly still being in there was dashed almost immediately. Lucien was cold and all sharp edges, nothing seemed to remain of your lover.

Fighting the creature that had been Mollymauk was almost a relief. All your pent up anger and sorrow powered you through the fight and as their body collapsed to the ground, you found yourself suddenly empty and dropped to your knees.

You’d never thought you’d get Molly back. When the resurrection failed, you’d already accepted it. But when vines and flowers encompass the body, red eyes open with a strangled breath, you feel your heart start to pound. He glances around, slowly recognizing those around him before his eyes finally land on you.

“Home.”

You have your arms around him before you can think, cradling him to yourself as you cry. Slowly, his hands raise to hold you, leaning more heavily into your hold.

Kingsley is not Mollymauk. He doesn’t remember much: a woman in a red coat, some vague sense of familiarity of Yasha, and…you. Not all of you, not all of what you meant to Mollymauk. But you were warm, familiar, and even if he couldn’t remember you, Kingsley could see how easy it would be to love you.

It was…strange. Kingsley was adamant to figure out who he wanted to be, free from the shackles of Lucien and Molly. So, he ran from you. Not literally, of course, but he found himself avoiding your company. It was hard to be with you, knowing that you loved who he used to be.

And yet, he kept finding himself seeking you out. He’d return from the sea with Fjord and Jester and immediately return to your side, presenting you with trinkets and prizes he’d collected along his way. After seizing his own ship, Kingsley offered you a place beside him at the helm.

You join him. Maybe you feel like you owe something to him, to look after him in a way you ultimately weren’t able to do for Molly. Maybe it’s a selfish thing, to keep him in your life. But maybe…you come to simply enjoy Kingsley’s company.

“Why are you here?” Kingsley asked one day, when he’s at the helm of his ship and you’re leaning over the railing nearby. You glance to him in surprise.

“Like…on this ship?” He nods. “You asked me to come along.”

“I know that.” There’s a long pause, long enough that you go back to staring out over the sea. When Kingsley speaks again, you can barely hear him. “Why come with me?”

You mull over your words as you walk to him, humming in thought.

“Because I wanted to help you and I care for you a lot.” You see Kingsley clench his jaw.

“You care for Mollymauk. I’m not him.” He keeps his eyes on the sea, refusing to look at you.

“I know. I loved Molly. But I like you too, Kingsley. I don’t want you to be Molly, I want you to be you. And I want to be here to see you.”

After a pause, you ask, “Why did you ask me to come along?”

He doesn’t answer.

Kingsley wants to know what it’d be like to be truly loved by you.

Years pass and once Kingsley feels comfortable enough, he reads through Beau’s journals to learn more about Mollymauk. And in the process, you. He’s witnessed your love firsthand but still, the journals surprise him. Kingsley tells you straight that Molly didn’t deserve your love. You laugh and assure him that it’s you that didn’t deserve Molly.

He’s not really sure he agrees with that.

You have been loving Kingsley longer than you knew Molly.

The thought doesn’t sting as much as you expected, though there’s still a dull ache. You feel certain that Molly wouldn’t be upset with you for moving on - in fact, he’d probably encourage it. He’d hate it if he were the reason you weren’t happy.

So you lean into the feelings, no longer holding back the love you feel for Kingsley. You can’t tell if he notices (oh, he does). You blindside him with a kiss to the cheek and he’s left off-kilter for the rest of the day. It becomes a bit of a slow dance between the two of you, feeling out how the two of you may fit together.

Kingsley’s not a fan of the tattoos littering his body. He had no choice in them and grew to resent them. But there were gaps where red eyes had once been, a gap on the back of his hand, and Kingsley knew exactly what he wanted to fill that space with.

He presents you his hand one day, when the ship is docked off a small isle and it’s just the two of you sitting on the deck, legs dangling off the side. You cradle Kingsley’s hand in your own and examine the new tattoo. Twin flames circling each other in the very center, one flame dark red and the other a light blue. And surrounding the flames was a pair of hands. Your hands, of course, etched onto his skin.

Kingsley explains it to you, though he’s almost a little embarrassed. The flames, he thinks, are obvious: they represent Mollymauk and himself. And how could it be anyone’s hands but yours? You, who loved Molly so fiercely. You, who have cared for Kingsley so vehemently.

You bring his hand to rest over your heart and assure him that you love him too. You’ve loved him for so long, but you didn’t want to put that pressure onto him, not when he was discovering himself and finishing his place in the world. Kingsley just stared at you in wonder.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out, his other hand rising to cup your cheek. You laugh lightly and lean into his hand.

“I’ll be disappointed if you don’t.”

“I was jealous of a dead man.” Kingsley says out into the dark do the captain’s quarters. You were both lying in bed, in a delightful almost-asleep haze. You raise your head from his chest to look at him with furrowed brows.

“What do you mean?” He’s laying with one arm underneath his head but he raises his other hand to card through your hair.

“I was jealous of Mollymauk.” Kingsley admits. “He had this huge family that loved him, who went to the ends of the world for him. And he had you.”

He laughs a bit at himself. You press a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“That’s why I invited you on the ship. I was too selfish to go without you. I wanted you to myself.” He’s flushed a bit, though his gaze on you is unwavering. This time you give him a real kiss before you settle back down against his chest.

“Well, you have me.”

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