#bells hells x reader

[railroad-migraine]

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.

[saphirered]

I saw your autumn/winter prompts

It’d be cool for you to do some fluff with Ashton for either cold nights or thunder and lightning

Love your stuff!!!

More prompt requests incoming! 😘

Miserable. This weather feels absolutely miserable. Ashton is uses to the rain and thunder but now it’s fucking cold. Freezing, frigid cold and fuck does it hurt. They can feel it in their bones, their entire body just hurts, more so than usual. The jungle is fine, perfect even. It’s like home. But they’re far from home. The heart in the jungle, lies far beyond sight and perhaps even mind. This fey bullshit is something else entirely and Ashton doesn’t quite like it. The weather seems to hate them especially. If there’s some asshole watching over them making this all happen, he’ll personally see to it that there’s a nice and comfy spot in the earth about six feet under. Fuck. 

All of those emotions disappear though. A burst of light illuminates the skies and with it your face. You look up at the sky and admire the tendrils flash before the disappear as quickly as they came. You’re a beautiful sight- It is a beautiful sight. Fuck. You’re beautiful. They’re in deep. Once upon a time Ashton thought this was fun while it lasted. A little teasing and flirting never hurt anybody but the line had blurred a long time ago. Ashton caught feelings and it’s very few times they’re unsure about anything. Your lips move but your voice is drowned out by the sound of crashing thunder. 

“Hah?!” Ashton leans in closer to hear as the ground shakes once more. 

“I said we should find some shelter!” You all but shout pointing at the sky and take their hand. So much for venturing off on your own and having a little voyage ‘back in an hour’. You hope the others have the mind to find shelter too. You send them a message just in case as you pull the genasi along through the trees and rocks until you stumble upon a cave. You’re not taking any risks and the lightning is getting closer. From here you’d be safe with cover, and still able to witness nature in all it’s grandeur. 

Letting himself be dragged along Ashton isn’t opposed to the shelter you’ve found because with his track record he wouldn’t put it behind any mischievous fey to set the gold in those cracks to attract the lightning. On the other side they too are a little curious to see what would happen… Maybe another time. Ashton curls and uncurls their fingers, rotates their wrists when you let go and take a look out at the oncoming clouds hiding the moonlight, or dusk-light should be more appropriate. You stay at the mouth of the cave to watch another rumble hit the earth in a cacophony and the lightning, quick as it passes makes this cave all the darker. Ashton can’t see shit and in an attempt to find a wall loses their footing. A crack, that’s luckily hidden by thunder saves most of the hit to his pride. But then fire glow appears in the palm of your hand. 

“Why are you on the ground?” You hide a chuckle as you watch Ashton give up on, life, existence, everything laying on their back, legs bent at the knees and groan. 

“I just wanted to be one with my element.” They speak as casually as they can but your brow furrows and you take a tentative step closer, and another and another. You kneel down and help Ashton sit up. Groans are not just a casual annoyance at this place, but something of discomfort. You caught on. Shit. 

“I can give you two a moment if you’d prefer but I don’t think that’ll do you much good.” 

“There’s room for one more. Plenty of the earth to go around.” Ashton jokes. 

“I was hoping there’d be plenty of you but I can settle for the rocks beneath my feet.” You jest and Ashton scoffs though the attitude is quick to slip when your arm hand touches their back. Even through their jacket, the warmth offers such a relief. “You doing okay?” Again your brow furrows. 

“Yeah. Yeah sure.” And so the comfort disappears. You pull back and just sit on your knees, hands gathered in your lap. Disapproval crosses your features. 

“Sure.” You deadpan and grab onto Ashton’s wrist, uncurling the fingers gently and clasping his hand between yours. You bring it to your lips and blow warm air. It doesn’t take much to see the instant relief cross their features. 

“Okay maybe I’m not entirely okay.” The look you give them is much akin to ‘ya think?’ and it hurts to admit to the way it makes Ashton feel inside. Then your features soften. You look out towards, the oncoming storm, to the lightning reaching out, and the wind rustling through the trees picking up. 

“Sit with me.” You simply say. It’s not quite a question as much as it is an order and Ashton does feel like they have a choice. It’s just a very tempting one despite their disdain for authority and following orders. You shift from your knees until you’re comfortable, looking out over the horizon. Everything seems so much easier when he looks at you. Everything is. You make it so because any doubt falls away. Ashton knows they’re on the right path because you’re there and as long as you walk it with them they’ll keep walking with you. 

Ashton shifts and sits next to you. He bumps your shoulder with his. You chuckle and bump back, though much likes the rock around, they don’t budge. The cold pain creeps up again and almost as if you know exactly what to do, you wrap an arm around their back, slipping your fingers under the jacket and lean your head on their shoulder. Just your sheer presence, and a little magic manages to numb the pain and that’s more than Ashton can say the majority of people they’ve had in their life have ever been able to do. 

“You’re so fucking confusing.” Ashton speaks before they think.

“Wow, so much affection.” You scoff but pull closer. 

“You are.” Ashton doubles down. “You’re a fucking disaster waiting to happen.” 

“But I’m your disaster.” You poke a finger at his chest. 

“Are you?” Again, speaking before thinking but that seems to be the right track. You take a deep sigh and Ashton’s heart stops, their breath stops. Time stops. There’s not but anticipation, both joy and dread loom overhead and they’re just stupid fucking feelings because end of the day you’re just you and you’re fucking amazing. That’s what you are. You’re fucking amazing. 

“I don’t know. Am I?” The both of you look at another lightning bolt striking close by. Ashton gives it a moment, letting the trembles of the earth fade and the light too, not but the dim orb behind the two of you offering the littlest of light. 

“Maybe you are. If you think you can handle it.” He looks down nudging your head from his shoulder. 

“First off, rude-“

“You’re the one using my shoulder as pillow, find a rock or something.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Will you now?”

“Yeah. A nice and comfy one.” You’re unreadable. That’s dangerous. Next Ashton knows you’re on your knees at their side, back facing the exit of the cave, your warmth has disappeared from their back but settles on their shoulders. It takes everything to not lean into the touch. Not that they have to because you lean closer. 

“This one seems plenty comfortable.” You close the gap, press your lips to Ashton’s. While you’ve shared your flirty kisses before they were just that. This kiss is different. This kiss is a lifetime unfolding however long it might last. This moment is as bright and beautiful as the flashes beyond the cover. You’re like a warm fire in the cold dead night and are simply a relief. You’re a certainty in their life when they have known so little. This might not be eternity but this is certain. You’re certain because you’re just fucking you and that’s all you’d ever need to be. Cover from a thunderstorm isn’t so bad out here. 

[wildmothering]

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[halcyon-writings]

— back again with the herald!verse, but this time with special guests

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!! major c3 spoilers !!

(also implied poly wooooo)

you enjoy the cool breeze that always seems to linger about whitestone. although perhaps that was due, in part, to your preference for longer sleeves and sweaters. but hey, after everything you’ve done and been through, you deserved to splurge on comfy sweaters.

an idyllic life was not one you had believed were in the cards for you. (a far more grim part of your mind thought you’d perhaps die a puppet like delilah briarwood, and by extent, vecna had intended.) but alas, now here you were, occasionally working at the slayer’s cake with some old friends and enjoying a simple thing like lounging around with a book in one hand and a warm cup of tea in another.

only when you sense a person, persons, that is, outside of your home, you know that something will change. you don’t like the way the comforting breeze settles into an ominous chill.

taking a simple cloak hanging off of the rack near the door, as whitestone itself was a bit colder than everywhere else, you brace yourself for whatever awaits you outside.

well, it wasn’t a random assortment of adventurers that you were expecting. in front of them, percy, without his cane and instead a long rifle slung over his back. immediately you’re concerned.

you step out, door shutting behind you as you raise a hand and place a simple charm to lock it.

“percival, what happened?”

he swallows deeply and begins to explain.

you considered yourself a rational person. especially now that you matured and seen and experienced many things. nothing could break that reason you believed you had.

except when they mention delilah briarwood, your palms feel clammy, your hands tremble. ringing begins in your ears.

you hear your name being called. sounds muddled as you step forward.

"you brought her here? of all places?" your voice sounds like your own, but also doesn't. familiar red wisps curl around your fingers, your breathing quickens.

there's a woman with lilac colored hair, her expression desperate, "we had no other choice, she's-"

with a flick of your wrist, she's bound by the red wisps that had been curled around your fingers, your nostrils flared as you all but stomp in her direction. the other members of her party had their weapons raised.

"there is always a choice," you snap, your glare stops her midsentence, "you should've left her as she was. and let the scourge of delilah briarwood die with her."

a fireball is launched in your direction, and your features turn confused for a moment as you hear some animal screech, your other hand keeping the woman in place while the other redirects the fireball.

the momentary confusion gives you clarity, and the holding spell is dropped, your heartbeat rings in your ears. a hand on your shoulder almost makes you jump.

you turn to percival, and he almost flinches, before remembering the company of strangers, when his expression schools itself into the usual collectedness. your own expression is wounded.

the group before you senses the need for privacy at least, and you readily ignore their hard stares, a green haired woman assisting the one you captured.

vex'ahlia takes your shaking hands, giving them a soft squeeze, which you return in an almost instant. (damn, when had she arrived?, you think)

your breathing begins to slow.

"i know this might be too much to ask of you, especially considering the risks" he begins, "but if possible..." trailing off when you inhale sharply.

"they will not be receiving any of my help," you cross your arms in front of your chest, your shoulders squared, "but if she makes a reappearance because of what they are going to do, i will do all in my power to destroy her."

percival and vex'ahlia share a look, before the lord and lady of whitestone accept your answer.

you bite your lip, "after everything that delilah briarwood did to you, to me, everything, you would risk such a thing and for what? what of the children?" your silent question follows 'what if they were next?'

percival stiffens, "I know."

with a wave of your hand, your plain clothing changes to familiar armors and leathers, your eyes trained on the group some feet away knowing that they were attempting to listen.

"then you know why in good conscious that I cannot help," you adjust the gloves on your hands, "but I will protect whitestone."

percival reaches for your hand, which you allow, placing a kiss to your knuckles before brushing his thumb against them, "and I will forever be indebted to you for it."

[railroad-migraine]

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.

-

[railroad-migraine]

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.

[saphirered]

:) hi! for the autumn prompts could i get Ashton with 5 where its a fluffy confession with healer type reader?

Hope this suits your fancy! Enjoy 😘

Ashton wipes the blood from beneath their nose, spits out the blood gathered in their mouth as they let themself sink back against the wall. Everything hurts. This wasn’t his proudest moment but he got away. Now to hold out here until the storm passes and the coast is clear. That wouldn’t be so bad… not so bad until the gods decided to shit on his plate and pour down the heavens above by the bucket. Ashton pulls their knees to their chest and wraps their arms around, chin atop the knees with a deep sigh. This is going to be terrible. 

When the rain pours the heavens can be as cruel as they can be merciful. Sometimes those two things are indistinguishable. Thought the forming puddles decent comfy boots leave trails in the mud beyond. The steps are not rushed like many of those around, but instead equally paced with a slight annoyance and not at the weather. You hold your umbrella in a tight grip. When you heard, you were livid. Not at Ashton, but at Hexum for sending them there. You’ll deal with the woman later. For now you have a genasi to find. You have a feeling. You’ve known Ashton longer than yesterday, have accepted they get into as much trouble as they get out of and you made your peace with that, gladly fixing whatever physical damages sustained but this is too much. Finally you see familiar traces. In the puddles among the dirt you is discolouration, red mixed in but fading thanks to the rain. You follow the trail until you see them, slouched against the wall. You see the cracks in their skin, and the blood at the side. Nothing too bad. Nothing beyond repair. You walk up and allow yourself to slide down against the wall next to Ashton. 

“Hey. What are you doing here, sweet cheeks?” He speaks so casually, as if his face isn’t bleeding when he looks up and stretches his legs. You scoff, put your bag on their lap and give a once over.

“Can you hold up your arm? Move your fingers?” Ashton lifts their arm and wiggles their fingers. 

“Good.” You push the umbrella in their hands and curl their fingers around it. Ashton does as instructed and holds the umbrella as you dig through your bag for some basics; starting with a rag to wash away any of the grime and blood. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” Ashton looks at you as you gently dab at the cut on their cheek. He appreciates you’re here but wonders why. Or rather, worries what you might have given up for that information and how you found them. The look you give in return dismisses some fears but not all of them. You shouldn’t be the one to get into nasty business because of him. He wants to keep you far far far away from Hexum and her business. Normally Ashton isn’t one to care for what business anyone gets in, or mixes among but when it comes to you, something is different. Sure you’ve done your fair share of shitty things, in the same line of work but Hexum is different. You can hold yourself in a back alley brawl and take a good chuck out of scavengers and bandits but Hexum is something different. There’s real danger there and that worries Ashton because if you’re hurt because of them, then they could not forgive themself. It took a while to come to terms with those feelings but seeing you now, tending to these wounds, it just reinforces them; he cannot go without you.

“I was running errands when Milo said you were out. Then I wandered and heard about someone vaguely fitting your description getting into a brawl after trying to liberate an item from a private collection somewhere. I found you because I know your hiding spots. Gutter washes away the traces and there’s a place serving good food with little judgement six doors down from here.” Your fingers glow in a silver light, trailing along their cheek, nose, and arm, the skin knits back together until the cuts and cracks fade into but superficial lines; mere reminders of what they were but seconds ago. Ashton feels like he can breathe a little easier, and their body is a little more at ease, not as in pain as before. 

“Vague description was enough for you to come chasing? You must like me a lot.” Ashton jokes, if only to lighten your disappointment at their antics. It works somewhat because you snort. 

“If you consider ‘green genasi with a fucking rainbow gem in their head’ not suitable you can take it up with the shopkeep three blocks over.” You grin and take your bag, put away the supplies you used and sling it over your shoulder. There’s something so comforting about this all, so natural. You’re glad you followed the clues. You hate seeing Ashton injured and would do anything to fix that damage, no matter how stupid these antics might get. You will tend to every bruise if you have to. 

“How about I treat you to lunch, since you like me so much.” You tap your chin as if to consider and take the umbrella from their hand, rising to your feet. 

“You better treat me to lunch because my services aren’t free.” Ashton sits agape, looking up at you, quickly hooking a hand around the back of your knee as if to trip you up but you quickly step out of the way. The comforts of the umbrella fall away and quickly Ashton is doused in the rain cursing like a sailor while you giggle. They get up and try to step under your umbrella but you step back with a mischievous grin. 

“And here I thought you loved me.” Soaked to the bone Ashton tosses up their hands in false annoyance. They wink at you. You simply blow a kiss. 

“Oh I do love you, but just because I do doesn’t mean you get freebies.” The way you say it, there’s something off about it to Ashton. It might have been said in jest but it doesn’t sound like it. there’s more to it and he can’t quite place it until it clicks. Oh. When he steps towards you once more you don’t step away. You simply hold your umbrella in both hands as you come face to face with the genasi and tilt your head just a little, trying to read any response. 

“Do you mean it?” Ashton isn’t quite sure what to make of it and takes what lessons you tried to teach them; ask when you’re not sure. Don’t make assumptions. He hopes he’s doing this right. Given your flushed cheeks, and anticipation, he’s right with this train of thought but still needs to hear it. 

“Mean what?” You try to deflect afraid you just said something wrong, revealed something you weren’t ready for but then that voice in your mind speaks; ready for what? What better time than now so you sigh and nod. “Yeah. So what if I do?” Ashton snorts at your attitude. Didn’t expect anything less.

“Good because if you want me to stop this, we can walk away. If not well, I hope you stay.” Ashton gives you a moment, begins to close the distance with some hesitation but finds none in your eyes. You are the one in about of courage to close the remaining distance and place your lips against theirs. It is a kiss of fairytales; fireworks, or just rumbling thunder, in the rain of some back alley where others won’t see. You melt into each other’s embrace under your umbrella, lips moving against each other until you have to pull away.

“So, lunch.” You laugh and peck their lips, offer your hand and Ashton takes it.

“I know just the place.” Ashton chuckles as you lead the way. 

[saphirered]

Autumn&Halloween Prompt Masterlist (Completed)

Prompt list

//Update! October is over and autumn prompt requests are closed! All accepted requests have been posted. Thank you for everyone who sent them in. Hope you all liked the way they turned out and sorry for the ones that didn’t make it. I might do something like this again in the future so stay tuned!

1. Caught in the Rain (5. Dorian Storm fluff)

2. Moonlit Swim (11. Eris Vanserra fluff&spice)

3. Cat and Songbird (16. Caleb Widogast spice)

4. Willing Assistant (2. Fenrys)

5. Forced Vacation (19. Keyleth)

6. Sparring Distraction (15. Azriel fluff)

7. Meadow Escapade (11. Molly spice)

8. Storyteller (14. Jaskier fluff)

9. Success (2. Caleb)

10. Sleepless (4. Gavriel fluff)

11. Last Freedom (16. Eris angst+fluff)

12. Teach Me How To Dance (16. Dorian)

13. Life and Death (5. Azriel angst)

14. Keep Me Warm (1. Ashton spice)

15. Night Out (18. Azriel fluff)

16. Source Material (9. Caleb spice)

17. Midnight Kiss (10. Eris fluff)

18. Confession (5. Ashton fluff)

19. Long Day (10. Gavriel fluff)

20. Hazelnuts (19. Aedion fluff)

21. Fan the Flames (3. Lucien fluff)

22. Memory (15. Percy angst)

23. Skill Check (17. Caleb fluff)

24. Indoors (3. Gavriel fluff)

25. First Light (12. Molly fluff)

26. Not Alone (11. Azriel fluff)

27. Breakfast (20. Molly fluff) Morning

28. Sleepless Wanderer (10. Percy fluff)

29. Bluff (15. Jester)

30. Desperate Escape (7&11. Helion angst)

31. Get Ready (16. Gavriel spice)