#crit fic

[wyvernspirit]

There was this fic I read where Essek started sleeping every night instead of trancingd slowly he started to age like Caleb as he cut himself off from the source of elfs longer lifeline

And the like God or being who gives that lifeline dragged him into a trance dream to try tempt him again and Essek basically said Fuck You I have something better

He's happy to grow old with Caleb

Does anyone know the fics name?? I'm struggling to find it

[oathofwhimsy]

for smut prompts. 👀👀

how do you feel about dorian and orym’s first time <33

[ID: a screenshot of an anonymous tumblr ask that reads "for your smut prompts... thinkin bout Orym with a size kink even tho he's Small (partner choice is up to you)". End ID]

I did it! :D Have some soft Dorym smut on this grey Sunday 🌸

[thewickedkat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationship: Ashton Greymoore & Laudna

Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Laudna (Critical Role), mentions of other PCs

Additional Tags: Character Study, spoilers through Campaign 3, Ashton POV

Language: English

Summary: after the Party Split, after everything has gone horribly wrong, Ashton gives Laudna something to hang on to.

[tiamat-zx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Characters: Beauregard Lionett, Yasha (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Episode: c02e115 Fetching Fables & Frosty Friends, Love Letters, Falling In Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, POV Beauregard Lionett, THE LETTER!, Not Beta Read Summary:

Eiselcross sucks. So Beau goes to her room to destress and fulfill a promise.

A promise that is just waiting to be opened and read.

Yup! I’m finally writing a story about the letter. Hope you all like it.

This is also going to be a gift fic to a few fellow Beauyasha fans.

@beauregardlionett 

@jtr-99

@warriorbard2012

[fiovske]

the shadowgast childhood-sweethearts(ish) au

The first time Essek met Caleb was when they were both too young to understand what meeting someone who you will love for the rest of your life means.

At 12 years old, Essek hardly knew anything at all. His father was a vagabond of a man who had  just  enough money to disappear for weeks on end after buying a good house just outside of the Zemni Fields; and to send his son to the Solstryce Academy, the most acclaimed school for gifted minds on this side of the border. And Essek  was.  A gifted mind, that is. Bright and smart and incredibly competitive, perhaps a little  too  competitive with this other child in class who was equally smart and equally clever and who looked at Essek with a fire in his eyes to match the fire in his hair.

[goblin-gardens]

The first time he sees his reflection in a glass windowpane, after Yasha carefully scratches months of stubble from his face, it hurts. He has always looked like his mother.

Her hair was much darker, and his skin is a shade paler, but her eyes stare back at him. She would sew his shirts from her own old dresses, carefully embroidering the shortened cuffs and patching tears with the skill of long practice, because dyed cloth came so precious, but she loved how the colors set off their eyes.

His hair is longer now than it ever was while she was alive, and the waves frame his face like her curls had once framed hers. He touches his nose-- also hers-- and runs his fingers across his chin, that had looked so much like her brother’s. 

He tries a tight-lipped smile in the reflection, self-conscious and painful. It looks nothing like his father’s anymore.

“Caleb!” Jester pops up beside him. “You look so handsome!”

“Ah, thank you, Jester.” He stands still as she checks her teeth in the window and fixes her hair, then leans up to brush some of his over to the side. “It has been... some time now, since I have not had a beard.”

She smooshes her hands on his cheeks, grinning, and then releases him. “You’re all triangles without it. But I like it! We should braid your hair so we can see your eyes!”

His mother braided her hair every night before bed. He had loved doing it for her, feeling the soft curls slide over his fingers as she knitted and told him stories. When he was older, and her fingers ached more, he would stand behind her while she slowly read aloud from one of his books, gently coaxing when she stumbled over unfamiliar magical words. She had been so proud of him, and eager to learn with him.

“And Nott can put flowers in it!” Jester continues, fully caught up in her grand plan. “It looked so nice when she did Yasha’s hair. Do you think she could do the same thing for me? I know my hair’s shorter, but maybe if she practices on me she could do the same for my mama next time we go home!”

Caleb meets his mother’s eyes in the window again. “I can-- if you want, Jester, I can help too.”

[elsinore-rose]

in the low lamplight i was free // heaven and hell were words to me || chapter one

"There's nothing wrong with a little crush, is there? It is not going to become anything more than that. He knows better. And even if it did...even if he could ever deserve her, in what universe would Jester Lavorre look twice at him? Caleb doesn't know which way or ways she might lean, but he's pretty damn sure it's not going to be towards the anxious, awkward writer who's so performance-shy that he can't even play new songs for his actual band. He has to record demo tracks for the Mighty Nein in his bedroom. It's a wonder they put up with him, honestly.

So no, this is never going to be more than a crush. He will enjoy it while it lasts, and then it will pass, as they all do, and he'll get back to real life."

The Widojest band!AU that no one, including Sydney, asked for.

cowritten with shaypotter for @ladyofpurple‘s birthday

rating: E chapters: 1/8 word count: 2427

tags: romance, angst, pining, fluff, alternate universe, band au, all human au, explicit sex, gratuitous indifference to POV, pretending to know how being in a band works, references to abuse, references to self-harm, dealing with trauma, or at least beginning to deal with trauma, relationships are hard, being healthy is hard, songwriting is hard!, therapy is good, so is music

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[zoetriestobecoolbutnope]

Ouroboros Chapter Five (Finally)

It had been a long, long labor of love for them and their wonderful house.  Percy had inherited the house and property some ten-odd years ago after the death of his parents but had little use for it until he had a job offer nearby and a fiancee and a very, very large dog appreciative of escaping a life of too-small apartments.    

By the time the two moved in, the house had fallen into a sad state of neglect and disrepair. They’d started, on and off again, to fix the rundown Victorian-style manse. Vex’ahlia was fearless, wielding a paintbrush in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other.  She refused to let someone else paint their house, and barely let an electrician come in for lights or a handyman for heating and cooling to the old house.  

Now, almost a year later, the house was finally, finally, ready for a long-overdue housewarming party.  Walking down the grand staircase, her fingertips lightly grazing the top of the wide golden oak banister, Vex felt as though every aspect of her home was hers.  The ground floor was painted in warm earth tones made more brilliant by the late afternoon light from the large bay windows in the living room with its sheer golden curtain panels.  

“Trinket.  Off the couch.”  Her large, dark mastiff hops off their brown leather sofa, running to her as though he has never done anything wrong in his life.  “We talked about this. No furniture.” He licks her face.

“How is the roast, darling?”  She turns to Percy, peeking through the window in the oven door.  

“Resplendent,” He turns to her, a goofy grin overtaking his face as he takes her in.  “Not unlike you, my love.”

“Oh, this old thing?”  Vex twirls, the skirts of her v-neck crimson dress floating around her.  Her toes sink into the plush copper and olive green rug of their living room.  She turns on some soft pop music, dancing with Trinket at her heels as she makes her way over to the island counter separating the kitchen and dining room.  

“You’re looking dandy yourself.” She plants a careful kiss on his cheek, leaving a lipstick print behind.  

“I have a partner to keep up with,”  He laughs. The sleeves of Percy’s charcoal grey button-down are rolled up over the elbow so as not to impede his culinary endeavors.  A black suit vest, with his grandfather’s gold pocket watch chain looping from around a button just above his navel and into a pocket, covers a skinny purplish-black tie.  “I’d say this is a marginal success.”  

The doorbell chimes sweetly.  

“I’ll get it,”  Vex darts to the hall, quickly sliding on a pair of wedges to complete the look.  “Keyleth, darling! So good to see you again. Vax.” She hugs her brother. “Come in, come in!”  

“Vex, you’ve outdone yourself!  The house looks amazing.” Keyleth sets down a package on the coffee table.  “We got you just a little something.”

The bell rings several more times until the house is packed with friendly faces.  

“What is that?” Vex stares at the hanging medallion, striking her brother at the sternum.  The unmistakable eye of Ouroboros staring at her.  

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