April 5 - 11, 2021

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[my-least-favorite-savior]

Grieve

On the anniversary of his parents’ death, Wulf thinks about his parents, and about what happened to Bren. Sure, Trent sent him to assassinate some Xhorhasians as a distraction, but Wulf can multitask.

(As a warning, the blumendrei is all mentioned. Astrid and Bren don’t even make an appearance in this fic except in Wulf’s thoughts.) 

Tags: violence, death, short fic (<1000 words). 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30631982

[my-least-favorite-savior]

Wizards Can’t Heal

In which Trent drugs the kids and cuts them open, and Wulf has some revelations about healing magic.

Written for the “recover” prompt in the blumendrei ship week, but it’s a physical recovery instead of an emotional one. They are still being actively emotionally scarred in this fic.

Tags: child abuse (physical and psychological), implied underage sexual activity, nonconsensual drugging, crystals (you know what I mean), poly blumendrei

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30630947

[my-least-favorite-savior]

Home

Caleb has killed Trent, and after a long discussion with the king and the Cerberus Assembly, they’re finally letting him go home. Astrid and Eadwulf would also like to go home.

It’s a shame that nowhere really feels like home right now.

For the “home,” prompt for the blumendrei ship week.

Tags: ding-dong the Trent is dead; poly blumendrei; short; happy ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30607874

[my-least-favorite-savior]

For the Rest of Our Lives

Not long after Bren escaped Nicodranas, Wulf sees Bren in a tavern in Rexxentrum with a stranger…

After taking the rest of the party home following the Som Novum battle, Caleb and Essek want to rest up–and spend one last night together–before going their separate ways.

Maybe this encounter can end well for everyone.

This was written for the “vice” prompt in blumendrei week, but you have to look a little bit more closely to figure out why than you do with my other fics for this event.

Tags: poly blumendrei; Caleb/Essek; Caleb/Astrid/Eadwulf; jealousy; plotting to murder Trent; not Caleb/Astrid/Eadwulf/Essek YET but it could certainly grow into that with how the fic ended; blumendrei week.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30605939

[blumendrei-ship-week]

Thank you to everyone who contributed with their work! We reached the final day of our ship week, and it's just been so nice to see the increase of works being posted for this rarepair during this time.

We will keep reblogging work that makes its way into the tag even after the official timespan of the ship week, so don't feel discouraged if you're running late!

(lord knows even im late with a bunch of promps...whoops)

[blumendrei-ship-week]

A home without pain

Bren, Astrid, and Eadwulf endure the worst. From torture, to killing traitors. But, they do it for the Empire. After lessons, they care for each other and talk about their desires. They are stronger together than apart. Blumendrei Week Day 5 - Scars/Home

READ ON AO3 Written by CymbirrEsra

[betaadmin]

In the hope of making things better

Every time Astrid and Eadwulf visit their Bren, it is always hoping to make things better.

Written for Blumendrei Ship Week - day 2. The prompts are "flowers" and "redemption".

[blumendrei-ship-week]

Scars

Astrid considers how Trent has shaped her and calls on Eadwulf to inflict some nostalgic pain. 

Take care of the tag warnings!

READ ON AO3 Written by LakeRose

[blumendrei-ship-week]

A Wish For Better News

Bren’s parents are traitors. Traitors to everything he had fought for and believed in. But, he’s not sure what he is about to do is right. Astrid and Wulf reassure him, but he still wishes things were right.

Blumendrei Week

Day 4 - Wish

READ ON AO3 Written by CymbirrEsra

[my-least-favorite-savior]

Memories

Astrid remembers the day she and Bren first kissed Wulf. It’s also the day of their first kill. For the “Memories” prompt of the Blumendrei Ship Week.

Tags: Polyamorypoly blumendreimostly flashbackOC deathfringe child abuseBlumendrei Ship Week (Critical Role)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30586808

[kaynphel]

flower & memories combo prompts for @blumendrei-ship-week​ ! eadwulf reminiscing on a time before it all went to hell for the three. quickly wrote up a mini fic under the cut for context :>

“Wulf? Come, sit with us!” The bouncing trill of Astrid’s voice rings out across the field, accompanied by a tap of her hand across the old wooden fence she sits upon.  Next to her, Bren overshoots his hop to sit and falters, nearly falling over before a confident tug from Astrid saves his grace with a cock of her brow. “Although, I’m sympathetic to your hesitance now that Bren has demonstrated just how difficult sitting on a fence can apparently be.”

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[my-least-favorite-savior]

Regrets

Set several months after the campaign, and after Trent is dead. Caleb has successfully killed Trent and assumed his seat on the Assembly. Now he's living in Rexxentrum, rebuilding his relationship with Astrid and Wulf and trying to change the Empire for the better, even as he still sometimes struggles with what that means.

There's a "You murdered my father in Trent's basement," revenge plot, but Wulf solves that problem in the first three paragraphs. This is more about the emotional fallout.

For the "Redemption" day of the Blumendrei ship week... but it's complicated, because who gets to decide what redemption is, anyway?

Tags: poly Blumendrei, murder, assassination, grey morality, guest starring Beau and Yasha.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30553779

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[betaadmin]

something something, caleb in episode 24 mentioning the tarantella, reminding me about venomous bites and poisoned women, me pointing a finger to astrid

For day 1 of @blumendrei-ship-week!

[blumendrei-ship-week]

A Life Full of Flame

Bren is a master of fire. Astrid and Eadwulf love Bren. Soon they see why he loves the flickering flames.

Happy Blumendrei Week!

Day 3 Prompt - Flame

READ ON AO3 Written by CymbirrEsra

[blumendrei-ship-week]

The Hope a Flower Brings

Bren isn’t here. Bren should be here. Astrid struggles with the thought of losing Bren forever in the sanatorium, and reminisces on days of love.

READ ON AO3 Written by CymbirrEsra

[fluffmonger]

Petal by Petal

1. He Loves Me

You are children, and children will play. It is spring at last, and Bren is free, for once, pulled away from his books, his lungs strong for now, and you are free, free, free to run and jump and climb through the forest and the fields alike. Later, you will be drafted into work, tilling fields and sowing seeds, you’re big enough now, papa says. Father had agreed, and you’d felt your heart swell in pride, even if it meant less time with your dear friends. You’re starting to become a man.

Time ebbs and flows like magic as you dance, as Sassa and Bren both chatter like the songbirds, giggling any time you toss in an observation. It’s easy to relax, easy to let go, your hands flapping in delight as you and Bren whistle back and forth. They never judge you, never glare, never force you to speak when your throat is tight. The world is covered in flowers, and your heart blooms too, with the promise of a future.

Mama says she’s heard a teacher is coming, someone to help you and all the other children, someone who may be able to unlock your voice, Pelor be willing. A teacher means Bren will have a place, means Sassa can finally get away from her house, means that everything will change for the better. A teacher is a promise. But a teacher is in the future, and right now, you are outside, and you are alive.

Bren grins lopsidedly, as he presents you and Sassa both with flower crowns, kissing your hands and declaring that you are now the king and queen of the Feywild. Your heart swells with joy as you take her hands and dance.

You are children, and children will play.

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[fluffmonger]

I Was Fixed on Your Hand of Gold

It is Highsummer, and the world is golden, bright and bursting with life, all draped in the sun’s glow. All is golden, except for him. He is Fire, hot and passionate, true to his name, and you are nothing but a moth in his light. He extends a hand, and you accept, pulling him close, dancing freely now. He starts to lead, but soon the script changes, and you take over, trading back and forth as the music ebbs and flows. Distant, someplace in your conscious, you know Wulf is watching. You know he won’t mind, and you throw your head back, laughing. Free. Free, and burning, as you dance out of the crowd and into the woods.

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