#bell's hells x reader

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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 deck 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 had given your familiar that.

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Critical Role OCs

Back on my critical role obsession at the moment. 

As a fun character creation exercise, and to stop myself from creating more DND characters then I already have (I have like two for each class and there is absolutely no way I will ever be able to play them all) I like to craft characters for each campaign and sort of put them in the world. Exandria is such a wild and rich world that Matt has created and I like to enjoy and research it this way while also doing some character and writing practice. And I thought I might tell you about them!

The Legend of Vox Machina/Vox Machina

I had not reached the Briarwood Arc in my watch of Vox Machina prior to the series coming out so I did not know all of the details. I watched the Mighty Nein first so the only thing I really knew about Whitestone was the basics of Percy’s backstory. I knew the name Anna Ripley but nothing really about her. I honestly thought, given that Delilah is a witch and Sylas is a vampire, that Ripley might have been a werewolf or something but I was wrong. I thought Whitestone was missing a werewolf so I made one.

Alexandria Briarwood is the daughter of the fabled Briarwoods. She has been turned into a werewolf against her will thanks to her disobedience to her parents following their arrival at Whitestone (and the horrors that followed). Alexandria is a young woman with a strong sense of morals at least when natural laws are concerned. She grieved her father when the time came sure, but what her mother did was wrong. She broke the laws of nature and Alexandria didn’t like it. Not to mention what her parents did when they arrived in Whitestone. She cannot hide her feelings from her parents after that and as punishment, Ripley is employed and Alexandria is infected with Lycanthropy.

One night after that, Alexandria escapes the palace, desperate to leave the city but she stops in the square. She sees the state of the city and the state of the (pre-you know, that) Sun Tree. She sees the leafless tree that was so gorgeous when they arrived and something shifts in her. She can’t leave with good conscious. She knows she needs to do something. Keeper Yennen finds her shortly after and Alexandria is recruited into the resistance. She wears a hood at all times both to hide herself from guards and to keep her identity a secret from those who are not aware of who she is. Not everyone in the resistance needs to know that a Briarwood is among their ranks.

The resistance has the name Kestrel to refer to Cassandra De Rolo, they refer to Alexandria as Heron. Kestrels symbolize nobility and might among other things and herons usually symbolize patience and good luck.

Class wise, Alexandria is a human Order of the Lycan Bloodhunter, possibly with a Path of the Beast Barbarian multiclass

The Mighty Nein

If there were another member of the Mighty Nein from the very beginning, I wanted it to be another member of the Fletching and Moondrop circus. I was thinking about classes of the party as well and I thought that Bard would be an interesting fit with this group. However, I did not want it to be a basic, music themed bard. This idea coupled with all the importance of swords in this campaign, I thought a College of Swords bard would be interesting.

Averie Silvervale, a high elven fencer, performer in the great circus, friend of Yasha Nydoorin and Mollymauk Tealeaf. She is the first daughter of a noble family in Bysaes Tyl who left home when her parents tried to force her into the heir box, living a life on the road in the circus instead.

Crown Keepers

I haven’t quite been able to figure this group out yet.

Bell’s Hells

Marquet being such an interesting continent with jungles and deserts I felt a ranger not being in this campaign would be a shame. I also wanted to add to the pair of genasi within the group.

Serafina Petrona is a fire genasi Beast Master Ranger with a little coyote/desert wolf companion named King. She looks partially like an elf, given that her father is one. She travelled the deserts and jungles outside of Jrusar for a time before she took to busking with King in the streets of Jrusar after that.

The Ring of Brass

This group particularly is a little difficult as their story is only one episode in and is so incredibly new but the world is so interesting that I find it very difficult to curb the excitement to create a character within it. 

I thought quite a bit about Deans of Magical Colleges. Only one of them is talked about within the first episode so as of right now I have an idea for another one. Evocation jumped out at me a little bit. I am unsure as of right now how these Deans operate, but I believe they may be in charge of those specific branches within the sorcerers university or some such school. 

I imagine a Dean of Evocation might hold themselves as a more militaristic figure as opposed to some of the other schools of magic and the idea was interesting.

If I were to go this route, I believe that Simona Nesk, Dean of the College of Evocation would be a human Evocation Wizard. She would be a very stern and stalwart person dressed mostly in robust red robes.

I also entertained the idea of the College of Illusion as well. If I were to go this way, Yavia Valcyne, Dean of the College of Illusion would be a fairy Illusion Wizard. Yavia is a respected mage for her mastery of illusory magic but she also is a very carefree soul. This due in part to her fey nature, but mostly due to the fact that she is an artist. She views magic, her magic especially, is an art form and that notion would color much of how she carries herself.

I like both of them quite a bit.

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Hi! I'm going to be shaving off all my hair soon, so in honor of that, could I request Bells Hells reacting to their s/o getting a buzzcut (but not telling them before)? Any configuration of Bells Hells that you want is fine! (But I would love Ashton if that's alright). Tysm, hope your day is going well!

Whoo!! Hope you feel super confident with your new haircut lovely!! 😊 I'll focus on Ashton for this x

Similar request with Dorian+Orym

Reactions to S/O's buzzcut

Ashton 💙

Ashton hadn't had a good day.

The party had decided to split up upon returning to town, with him going one way, you the other, and since then they'd had a little grey stormcloud over their head. Dragging their feet and pouting the whole time. Simply simmering in a bad mood that they denied to Letters was because you weren't with them.

It was totally because you weren't with them.

The cold ale in their hands lifts their spirits a little when half of the party finally settles in the tavern. But still, it'd be much nicer sharing one with you.

Eventually the door to the inn opens, and Imogen, Laudna and Orym filter inside, chatting amongst themselves. Ashton perks up in his seat immediately, and deflates almost as quick when it's obvious you didn't return with the others. Turns out they haven't seen you since visiting the markets, and he tries to hide the disappointment that's clearly on his face.

It's another hour of quiet sipping and scowling alone at their table until a shadow slides into the seat beside him. Ashton finally allows themselves to melt in your presence when they turn to face you-

And what a sight you are <3

He gapes at you, mouth parted in a half smile, not quite believing what he sees. Yes you look different, but most of all you look happy.

You're wearing your favourite cloak, face clean from yesterday's trip to the spa, and grinning from ear to ear. You look so at home and comfortable and pleased and damn it you deserve to feel this way all of the time.

Grazes his knuckles across your cheek until he smooths his fingers along your freshly cut hair. The short stubble (and the few uneven tufts of hair) there has a sharp yet soft texture against his calloused skin, and it's honestly quite delightful because it's you (not that they'd say that out loud... they'll leave the poetry stuff for Dorian)

So he huffs a quiet but happy chuckle instead of saying anything. It's a short thing, and their smile is small, but it's his eyes that seem to sparkle while you excitedly tell them all about your day out in town, and its inevitable end at the barber's shop - apparently the owner, a kind man with sunburnt skin and a patchy goatee, had treated you really well and helped make you become you wanted to see in the mirror.

Ashton slings an arm over your shoulders and draws you into their side, presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head, and you can just barely make out the ghost of a smile against your skin.

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So since C2 is only like 4/5 years behind C3, it would make sense in their adventuring, that they might come across one another. Would it be okay to request a Dorian or Ashton xg!n reader, where they brag about their s/o to Beau (if it's Ashton) or jester (if it's Dorian)? I don't know if that's too specific or makes sense I'm sorry!! ~🌷

This is super cute and omg 🌷 anon I took a big break from writing but I hope you (and my other anons) are still around and enjoy this 💜 Back at it with my fave genasis. I don't normally do crossover stuff unless it's canon but y'know what, this is very self indulgent because I'm back and caught up with critical role ;3

~ Poet

Reader Bragging About Their S/O to the Mighty Nein

Ashton 💙

Okay but initially Beau doesn't get why you're so infatuated with Ashton? They're an asshole, and a self aware one too, so that makes him even more annoying to her. They butt heads when they first meet and it rubs her the wrong way.

But you lightly punch her shoulder and suggest she actually tries talking to him instead of speculating from afar, because you find them soft and caring under that tough exterior, supportive and thoughtful even though it doesn't sound in character.

And Beau finally realises: Oh shit

Ashton is a combination of herself and Yasha. A lovable, smartass barbarian with a not-so-hidden sensitive side.

Reluctantly makes an effort to start conversation with him - simply to pass the time - and hates that the similarities are there and hates that the punk rock's dry personality starts growing on her. At least she now has someone else to poke fun at in a mean-sibling-type way (someone who is far more physically resilient than Caleb).

Dorian 💙

Jester immediately started trying to figure out a plan to set you guys up, only shortly after meeting you both. When she pulled you to the side and waggled her eyebrows in the bard's direction, you laughed and revealed that Dorian was already 'courting' you, as he gently put it.

Encouraged by the trickster, you can't help but gush about all the sweet and romantic things he does for you - calling you his muse, treating you like royalty, waxing poetic about your skills and adventures together...

Jester becomes your relationship's biggest fan from then on.

Dorian gets nervous around Jester after that, because whenever he so much as holds your hand around her, she's already sending a smirk his way. It's friendly teasing, but his face heats up and he chuckles, uneased with the focussed attention.

She tries her best to offer relationship advice (none of it her own, all of it from her books or her mom), and it only flusters you and your bard further.

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smiley day to ya! :) if you are taking requests at the moment, could i request headcanons for Ashton picking the reader up and carrying them around for whatever reason? i love your writing, it always has this warmth to it ❤️ thanks!

Smiley day to you too, lovely! <3

My writing has warmth? ;^; That's exactly how I want it to be so thank you so so much x

~ Poet

Picking Up/Carrying S/O

Ashton 💙

Okay so remember my Dorian princess carry headcanons?

Yeah? Forget about the blue bard boi gentleman for a sec. We got Bell's Hells smashing (smashing both in the literal and charming sense) barbarian here to parade you around now.

So it started off innocently enough. One job you and Bell's Hells were on led you to the top floor of some fancy smancy estate, which happened to have stained glass windows at every wall of the room.

Long story short, there was enough stomping around the bad guy's upstairs study that the guards posted outside could hear you all. Soon enough there was knocking and insistent yelling on the other side of the door and there wasn't an alternative escape route anywhere despite everyone pulling at tomes on the bookshelf for a secret passage.

So the party decided to kick in the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind the desk and simply use the garden shrubs below to cushion the fall. Ashton went first, happily volunteering to catch everyone who hopped down after him before ushering them to a hiding spot. You were the last to jump, and despite the nauseating height, you knew you could trust your partner with your life.

A small oof left you when you collided with them, safe and unharmed but clinging onto their body like a vice for a moment, closely listening to the commotion within the manor. Once it had calmed down, you patted Ashton's chest and reminded him he had yet to place you back on the ground.

But he didn't follow your request. He scowled and adjusted you in their arms so you were slung over their shoulder instead of bridal style, and started casually sauntering back over to the rest of the party.

"Are you kidding me right now? No way I'm letting you walk on the broken glass out here. It's fucking everywhere."

Cue Chetney wondering aloud if there's any extra room in Ashton's arms for a small one (ie. Chetney)

"Ha. Good one, Chet. Now kindly fuck off."

Picks you up when you're falling asleep at the dinner table after a long day's work, murmuring your name when you startle as he hooks his arms under your knees and around your back. He tries to be gentle and stable when he takes on the inn's staircase and eventually lays you down on the bed.

I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but they definitely would set you on their shoulders as if you're at a concert, and also give piggyback rides just for the sake of having you pressed up against and close to him.

Bonus points because it's great when pissing somebody off: Ashton's smart mouth and cocky grin, you're flipping the offending person off while your chin is perched on the genasi's shoulder, a smug smile on your own face.

The type of guy to use you as as bench press too ngl. It's a rarer occurence because, I mean have you seen Ashton? Does a barbarian of their quality really need more training? No. Also when does Bell's Hells ever get a chance to workout? Smh. But it boosts their ego when they effortlessly lift you up and lower you, making you squeal and laugh. Ashton doesn't break a sweat, no matter how big or small you may me.

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"Can I Kiss You?"

-> Bell's Hells/C3 x GN!Reader Headcanons

Notes: Another post that was not requested but something I wanted to write. An interpretation of how the party members would react to the reader asking for a kiss. Pre relationship stuffs, cuteness overload tbh. Consent is sexy, you guys ❤️

Mighty Nein version 💜

~ Poet

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Ashton 💙

That's something incredibly inappropriate to ask a friend.

Fuck yeah you can.

He's obviously messing with you. The moment your gaze drops, they tilt your chin back to face them again. It's comfortable. Playful, cheeky even. A surprise, unexpected for sure, but so welcome.

They had scrunched up their nose, frowning in a way that you misinterpreted being fueled with rejection. You are relieved it is simply Ashton mulling over the idea, wondering why hadn't this happened sooner. The chemistry has always been there, you're fun and attractive - it baffles him that it took this long but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Might as well make up for lost time. Pucker up.

And the transition was just so easy. It happened without any drama or fighting or grand confessions. Best friends to lovers? It's something Ashton can definitely be on board with.

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Chetney 💙

Kissing me a luxury few can indulge in. Sorry, did I say few? I meant 'you.'

A lazy, slow smirk graces his face. Oh Chetney. You ol' stud. His confidence is palpable, radiating off such a small lil dude - it's unreal. His ego is through the roof now, and it's all your fault.

There's a swagger in his step as he moves to stand before you, bushy brows waggling in a way that's simply comical and animated.

Tease him. Give him a quick peck on the forehead and leave him flustered and confused, scrambling after you and demanding a proper kiss that you both deserve.

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Dorian 💙

... You're kidding, right. ...Aren't you? No? Uh, yeah- Yes, I'd like that! Very much so.

He tries to brush it off and chuckles shyly, crossing his arms and kicking the ground a little, initially thinking your request was merely a cruel joke. But when he manages to look at you properly, the realisation hits him.

He's buzzing with nerves, delightfully so, getting over his mild surprise and indulging in a broad grin instead. A little breeze flies by you, anticipating and excited.

His thumb brushes your cheek, swipes a soothing circle. Charming. Maybe not as suave as he'd hoped to come across, but charming all the same. The wind whips through Dorian's hair, but he's unbothered by it, pleased sky blue eyes meeting yours.

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Fearne 💙

So I haven't scared you off yet? Good~

So darn confident. She is more perceptive than she looks - she knows you've been psyching yourself up for the last few minutes to ask. The restrain she demonstrated by not sweeping you off your feet was so very admirable.

Her voice is saccharine, layered in sweet, warm affection. Encouragement. She's warm in close proximity, and you wonder if it's simply Fearne's fey and magical ancestry bleeding into the space between you. It's different, electric, but still comforting and familiar.

Nuzzles her nose with yours, seemingly giggling at nothing in particular. No pranks or thieving or lying. The moment of being together for now is enough for her.

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Imogen 💙

Forgive me, heh, but you've caught me a bit off guard. B-but I am definitely not gonna say no to that.

Presses her palms to her cheeks, her face hot with a deep rosy flush as embarrassment and fondness floods through her. She's wanted nothing more for the majority of her knowing you, but now doesn't know how to deal with the reality of it.

Even though you're not the telepath, you can almost hear Imogen's thoughts racing a mile a minute, what-ifs and buts repeating over and over as Imogen tries to compose herself for both your sakes.

She sums up the courage to quickly lean in and kiss you, clumsily missing your lips and landing at the corner of your mouth instead. She gapes, cursing herself, but you're laughing and drawing her close, your mind whispering and repeating her name over and over again.

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Laudna 💙

Oh aren't you just simply darling! Yes, you absolutely may.

It doesn't look it, but Laudna's brimming with excitement at the prospect of something so romantic and new between you. There's an echo if irritation from Delilah within her mind, but it is pushed aside to be dealt with later.

Adjusts her hair, sweeping it out of her face so that it she can see and so it doesn't get it the way. She wants to look semi presentable for her first kiss with you, and feel confident while doing so. It's been a while since she's felt so alive.

She daintily perches one hand on your shoulder, the other resting comfortingly on the slope of your neck. She feels the the warmth of your skin, the soft thrum of your heartbeat, and for a moment imagines that hers follows the same rhythm, if only for a second.

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Orym 💙

I was hoping you wouldn't mind stooping to my height for a second - I was going to ask you the same thing.

Orym's bashful smile reaches his eyes, lit up and hopeful, mirroring your own expression as a disbelieved sigh leaves him. The lovely feeling that he's being reacquainted with is shared by you, and it's made him so happy.

He scratches his head, taking a second to consider how this will work. It's been a while since he was with someone, let alone someone much taller than him, but he adapts quickly just as he always does to any situation.

You lower before him, and he knows your knees must feel uncomfortable against the ground, but you don't seem to mind when you're at nose-to-nose level with the halfling, his nudging yours affectionately. He mutters something about investing in knee pads, making you laugh before leaning in.

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I SAW THAT 👀 AND RAISE YOU:

Bor'dor escapes, reader tracks him down on her own, and sends him a letter (from the moments prompt list: signing off a written correspondence with a kiss or "love")

Was silently pleading for a Bor'dor request omg!! Tagging this with #critical role spoiler since C3C63 is still fairly new and that episode was 👀

Tracked down by GN!Reader

Bor'dor 💙

Though he's incredibly bitter that he didn't manage to take down even one member of the group opposed to Ludinus, Bor'dor is also incredibly grateful that he managed to slip away with his life. He's no idiot. They could have easily slaughtered him right there in the middle of that shrine. But they didn't.

You didn't.

And he doesn't know how to deal with that right now. You're the pathetic, backstabbing, god loving enemy, right?

Then why did the fireside watches spent with you, journeying and exchanging stories feel... real? Why did your encouragement towards his powers make him hot in the face? Your face after his reveal was full of disappointment, and he can't seem to shake that image out of his head.

He finds a village along his travels. Something quiet, modest, and outside of both Bell's Hells and Ludinus' sights. The desire to lay low is stronger than the pull he had towards you, his vengeance and those who shared his beliefs.

He forgets to count the days he's been there while indulging in the simple life he had previously lied about to the party. It's nice. He works hard, doing jobs around town, lending a hand where he can. Errands and chores put coin in his pockets.

One afternoon some weeks after, he sits back in one of the tavern's booths, a cool tankard of something homebrew lifted up to his lips, when a figure slips between the busy room and drops an envelope on the table before him. He fumbles out a clumsy "hey, wait-" but they're already lost from his sight.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking there, before he unfolds the stained parchment and is met with a letter.

Sheep Herder,

You're not as well hidden as you would like to believe. And for now, that's alright. You're safe from me. You have my word about that. I understand how one's hurt can twist someone's thoughts into sinister acts. You were right to run when we granted you your life. You'll be happier here.

But just remember you have eyes on you.

I've decided to linger in these parts a bit longer. Find answers that the others need if they are going to carry out what they need to.

Enjoy your night. If we ever cross paths again, you owe me a drink. Who knows, maybe we will share stories, like we used to before.

Hopefully next time yours will actually be truthful.

Find me, if you can.

- Your friend x

His knuckles go pale from gripping the parchment so tightly. His face is flushed with frustrated embarrassment and shy, reluctant infatuation. He waves at the bartender and asks for a refill, and the golden ale is poured and sloshes into his cup.

He swears he sees a shadow smile at him from across the tavern.

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Day 12. Scary stories 🎃

-> Ashton Greymoore x GN!Reader

Gather round, boys and ghouls

~ Poet

"And so, the bandit stepped forward and reached out blindly into the darkness... only her fingers didn't meet the smooth stone wall she was expecting..."

You find yourself clutching your knees to your chest, heart thundering violently in your ribcage while goosebumps prickle your bare arms.

Ashton is in their element, something slow and evil curling his lips into a cruel grin. Deep down, you're glad he's having fun scaring the shit out of you and Chetney (who joined you two on watch and is currently clutching your arm like a vice), but you also think Ash might be enjoying it a little too much.

"Instead, her hand met a cold, silken squishy substance, pulsing and clammy to the touch..." they purr and pause for dramatic effect, drawing the burning branch from the campfire under their chin, the makeshift torch light illuminating his features in a sinister way, dropping and stomping it out before they effortlessly step into the shadows around you.

There's a beat, and then two... and then a hand from the dark yanks on Chetney's ankle.

"THE FLESH MONSTER, SHIT- FUCK!" the lycan screeches, and it's contagious in the worst way because you squeal loudly too - but not because of Ashton's sneaky move.

Instead, they had fallen to their knees and settled for curling his arms around your middle, laughing into your neck, his breath tickling the skin there.

Chetney brushes off the prank as best as he can, spouting irritated curses at the barbarian when they press a halfhearted and comforting wet kiss to your cheek.