{ꕤ} Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf x (gender-neutral!!) reader
{ꕤ} Summary: At a point in Molly's existence, he knew barely anything about his life before becoming a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. When Gustav found him, the only words he spoke were "empty" repeatedly. As Molly became more cohesive and gained a sense of knowing, the two of you grew a friendship. A friendship of shitty but harmless snipes at one another and helping him with embracing life to the fullest. He only really saw you as a friend, a close companion if you will with how much you were always by his side. But at a particular tavern in a certain town your traveling act was planning to perform in, a few thoughts went 'out the window' that night.
{ꕤ} Authors Note: This is part two to the "Fjord, Essek, Caleb, and Mollymauk realizing they're in love with reader" headcanons! If you would like to read part one to get some context, you can click here for funsies!! For some bits of dialogue, I used numbers .3 and .18 from there respective writing prompt lists. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy this final part, it's been marinating in my brain for a bit and I wanted to finally execute it for yall꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱
{ꕤ} Content Warnings (CWS): Only somewhat proofread so beware haha. Other than that none at all! If I though should add any, please let me know in the comments. Besides that - let us begin!!
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・ At first all he knew was the earth under him. Wandering around aimlessly through the forest, only taking in his surroundings from beyond his resting place. This was all odd.. everything felt weird. He was... alive? But he felt alive? But now he was actually feeling the grass beneath his feet and the sound of the wind ringing in his ears. It was all a little odd.
・ The trajectory of his life immediately changed when he stumbled upon a member of the Fletching Moondrop Traveling Carnival. She was a young girl by the name of Toya. Seemingly as well stumbled upon you, though he couldn't recall your face. You were only but one of the kind members of the performance group that gave him an actual home.
・ Only thing coming from him was that same word, empty empty empty. Nothing else at all - which was definitely a strange sight to see in the middle of the woods. But hey, strange is always a fun thing to dive head-first into. To be clear, Mollymauk was nothing from regular. That's what definitely drew you two to each other.
・ Time passed on and now Mollymauk had a semblance of family. Gustav and the other members basically gave him a home, and he gained a couple good friends from his little group of performers... you in particular. As soon as Molly got to actually talking gaining that signature peacock charm, you were by his side for the long haul.
・ Every performance stop, every night under the stars he always had you. You were never one as well for any boredom, so at every stop your crew made you always indulged him in his card readings. They may be a little bit bullshitted but hey, fun is fun even if your lying just a teensy tiny bit.
・ It never even stopped there, you two were always just ones for some ripe fun in your words. Somehow some way you two were always causing some sort of meaningless trouble. Truly it's what brought the both of you together in more ways than one. One night a pit stop at a certain town for your Traveling Carnivals performance would permanently change your relationship in some small ways. Though it was merely impacted with a fun little surprise.
・ Being it a couple days before the traveling acts show, you and Molly decided to hit the local taverns. You two weren't really the ones for setting up, though you helped in some ways to benefit the others in the prep process. What ensued was a night of laughs, playful trickster fun, and some drinks to go with it.
・ Turning a once-dead aired Tavern into a lively space was definitely an interesting evening. Surprisingly you two got the bars musicians playing and everything just spiraled into chaotic madness. Drinks were guzzled down and people were drunkenly swinging themselves around in a dancing fashion. It was a great way to enjoy the night.
・ Molly was starting to get a little bit on the more buzzed side. He was really enjoying himself, especially with your presence in the atmosphere. Clearly, this night dragged something out of you, as you were more lively than normal. It made him genuinely smile as you swayed around with your tankards in grasp, singing along with some other bar mates.
・ Even if he was normally one for loud and abrasive shows of charismatic whit, tonight he just wanted to let this all sink in. As he took a longer sip of the pure whiskey he was downing, some small but peculiar thoughts started to sprout in his mind. Everything started to feel lighter and his eyes softened as he watched you dance around like a complete idiot (affectionately by all means.)
・ He was never really knowledgeful about the feeling of love. That pure, bubbly feeling would spring into someone's chest at any instance. But this was definitely something similar. His lip curled up into a grin as he heard your voice cracking with the more scream-belting.
・ Something about you was so real, so current that it would make the tips of his fingers buzz like crazy. Was this love? , what was this... with you? His chest started to basically collapse in on himself as his mind raced in panic but one of more excitement. Spanning from thoughts of if you would start to isolate yourself away from him or if you felt those same feelings as him.
・ Those were all cut off as you approached him, your cheeks definitely having a warm sort of vibe to them. You plopped down your tankard beside him at the booth you both reserved as you extended a hand out to him, an invitation if you think about it. Before he could utter one single word you then again cut him off by basically pushing it out into the open.
"Dance with me, Molly? If you need help I can..-" You looked him up and down with a wink. "Teach you if I must~"
・ His grin widened as you extended a verbal invitation for some fun, which he happily accepted.
"Of course sweetheart, I don't think there will be any teaching needed for how you're going on about this." He gives you that same wink and a devious smirk back to you and you can't help but chuckle as you drag him onto the main area of the tavern with all the commotion.
・ You two just spend a bit enjoying each other's company. Swaying with one another as the ... sort of good music played with you both. But the two of you didn't really care at all, collectively just taking in this moment in its subtle beauty.
・ Arms are flung around with slurred - trying to harmonize speech, other tavern guests may or may not be getting smacked in the face by you or Molly. At that point as the night went on though there were no cares in the world. It was a genuinely eventful time even if it was with a couple strangers.
・ The band started to play a new song as yours and Molly's faces inch closer. Be it the alcohol that was tremendously consumed or the conflicting feelings about the celebration of sorts, your lips collided with his in a moment of pure adrenaline. It was nothing of eloquence but it got you both giggling like a bunch of fools.
・ As you two move your heads back from the not-so-proper smooch, Molly took a visible pause. His body was still moving with the playing of the instruments but his eyes said a different story. The realization of what just happened slowly started to kick in at that exact moment.
"Did not expect that..." He says taking a breath of air almost as if he was weakened in the slightest. Definitely was though in the knees with this overt gesture. "Where did you learn that?" He finished off his words as his signature devilish look appeared once again, which couldn't stop you from letting out a string of airy chuckles.
"Someone like myself never tells our best useable secrets, but if you care to continue this dance I might just spoiler it." You say with a click of your tongue and a raise of the brow. This night was only getting oh-so-good.
・ He chuckled and you two continued, nodding and placing a hand on your lower back as a sign of agreement. You two carried on until it was near early morning, the both of you hobbling your way back to the setting up of tents and brainstorming.
・ Would Molly ever forget this night? Oh of course he fucking wouldn't, it was awesome! His heart was beating like a hummingbird and he felt almost lighter than before once again. You were the best thing to pop into his somewhat new life and he couldn't be ever more grateful for a gift such as yourself.
Hello! Can I ask for a Vax x reader with cute fluffy moments of the reader falling asleep on Vax in different moments? Stuff like if the reader notoriously doesn’t trust a lot of people and them realizing she trusts him?
Some tooth rotting fluff. Enjoy! 😘
Vox Machina got their reward; a brand new old keep just for them. It just needed some desperate cleaning to make certain spaces liveable like bedrooms, bathrooms and anywhere food is kept… So you’d taken it upon yourself to take the lead, bark orders left and right. Few had the guts to disobey you and at the end of the day everyone had a place to sleep without bedbugs, mites and moths, had clean sheets, dust free floors, washed curtains and so on. But you’re still only few and a lot of the more complex work fell on you because, let’s be real; most of these people could burn water and you’d rather not watch this new keep go up in flames right after receiving it. Vax wholeheartedly agreed with your sentiment but despite him telling you several times to take a break or call it a night, you refused until you were satisfied. He admires your effort.
Finally after a job well done, and perhaps more trying than fighting monsters, the others have long since headed to bed. Vax had taken it upon himself to stay with you and keep you company, even if you refused to let him help. The floor freshly mopped again resulted in the two of you sitting on top of the dining table waiting for it to dry, a plate of food between you to pick from and share. The two of you just talk trivial things, passing the time, enjoying each other’s company like you’ve done so many times in the past. Plate finished you stretch, your back popping along with your arms and shoulders. Vax cringes at the sound, knowing it will only get worse in the morning. At the end of your stretch a yawn rises. It appears you either do not have the care or energy left to cover your mouth and just let it be before you curl back into your slouched posture sitting on that table.
“I’d kill to be able to lay down and not have to get up for a while.” You admit groaning and checking the floor. Yes. Still wet. What you wouldn’t do for an air Ashari gust right now but alas, too late.
“No one is stopping you.” Vax states as he piles the empty plate and tankards and puts them on the seat of a chair. “I doubt I’ll be as comfortable a pillow as a feathery one.” He jokes and while he may be joking, the offer is not. It’s still going to be a while before this floor is dry enough and the two of you can get to your rooms without ruining your hard work? Better than nothing? You seem to think it over but need but a second before you turn your back to him and allow yourself to drop backwards. Vax rushes to catch you and ease you down, more to preserve the ache of his own limbs than anything else but he gently eases you until you’re using his thigh as a pillow, staring up at him, hands clasped over your stomach.
“You know you’re the best, right?” You smile tiredly. Vax goes to make some witty remark but you shush him. “Don’t ruin the moment.” That earns you a laugh from him and he just flicks your nose. Now you’re laying down the wave of exhaustion seems to kick in. Watching your face is enough to reveal you’re fighting to keep your eyes open, fend off sleep. You need this. Vax begins brushing his fingers lightly up and down your arm, the motion like a metronome pacing your into the world of dreams. Little by little you sink further until your eyes fully close, your breathing deepens and you’re far from the keep in Emon.
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Vax worried when you took a bit of a hit from that nasty creature. He worried more when you seemed to be suffering some ill effects after Vox Machina disposed of it. Poison. It wasn’t lethal. Just an inconvenience that will pass once it’s out of your system. Until then you’d just feel somewhat miserable but you were the one to tell them not to waste a spell on fixing something when you still had a long journey ahead. Watching you struggle wasn’t high on Vax’ priority list and while he usually takes some pleasure in watching the consequences of one’s actions show, seeing you like this is not something he’d like to repeat in the future. Just take the bloody healing next time.
Luckily end of the day approached and camp was set up. Vax takes first watch, mainly to keep an eye on you for as long as possible and assure this poison has worn off when it should. Not that he doesn’t trust the healers among the group, but better safe than sorry. You lay there, tossing and turning, looking for a comfortable spot in your bedroll but none seems to satisfy you. You groan in exasperation, sit up and make eye contact with him. Vax offers you his usual half smile, though it holds some pity and concern as you get out of the comforts of your bedroll and out into the cold night. You wrap your arms around yourself to fend off the icy breeze as you shiver and walk over to Vax, joining him near the fire.
“Stupid poison. Stupid cold.” You grumble rubbing your arms to preserve some warmth and sit down next to Vax. Your nose is bright red and the faintest layer of sweat on your brow along with your dilated pupils and all over attitude make you look rather comical and Vax can’t fight the chuckle.
“Laugh, you asshole. See how you’re faring after getting poisoned and being stuck in the frigid cold!” You whisper as of to not wake the others pointing an accusatory finger at Vax but he just grabs your hand, encases it into his own and brings it to his lips blowing warm air onto your fingers. You won’t admit it but it’s clearly a relief and you find yourself leaning further into Vax as this new source of warmth.
“If I were the one poisoned I would have taken the healing Pike offered.” He says somewhat smugly and breathes more hot air onto your fingers, grabbing your other hand too, and giving you a look that dares you to argue and see how the cold will feel alone. You relent and give in. In this victory Vax adjusts his cloak, opening it up for you to join in its comforts. You take the invitation before it’s relinquished and allow yourself to lean fully into the half elf’s side for the warmth he offers. His hand settles on the small of your back, shifting under the layers of your clothes and it sends shivers up your spine. You wrap your arms around his a little tighter.
“Not a word.” You threaten head leaning against Vax’s shoulder.
“No promises.” The grin is very much audible in his voice but you’ll let him get away with it… for now.
And there you sit for the next hour or so, staring into the flames, getting more drowsy. You don’t have it in you to fight the sleep. You’re comfortable. You’re warm and you’re in good company. Slowly the crackling fire, soft breathing of Vax, the light twitch of muscle every so often and humming of the night sends you off into darkness and dreams. Vax leans your head against his, he still has a watch to complete but if he did not fight it, he’d fall to the same as you, and would not be mad about it. You here, tucked into his side, sound asleep, the glow of the flames dancing on your skin, and the expression of peaceful bliss on your features, as the remnants of poison fade from your body are an assurance he takes comfort in.
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The fight was a rough one. Blood and gore lays scattered about but you’re here, you’re breathing. The moment Vax sees you he finds himself relieved, as if he’s able to breathe again. He trusts your abilities to fight but there’s always that tiny bit of fear in the back of his head; what if you don’t make it? What if he isn’t there when you need him most? He just can’t help it. You look worse for wear but he can guess he looks very much the same. Regardless, his feet carry him to you as you inspect the bodies of the fallen, dragging your feet as you go until you see him. Within grasping range his hands cup your cheeks, fingers rubbing at the grime collected as he studies you for injury. Nothing too serious or out of the ordinary. Softly he places his lips on yours.
Your fingers wrap around his pulling one hand away from your cheek and holding on tightly. The light tug is enough for Vax to realise you want him to follow and so he does. You find the nearest safest wall and while still holding on to his hand, lean against it and slide down into a sitting position. Vax takes he hint and definitely has no reason to argue so he sits down right next to you, shoulders touching. You lean against him as does he against you and it’s only each other’s body weight keeping you seated it seems. Neither of you has the energy to care as you watch the gruesome display in front of you, watch people move about but you’re caught up in your own world and allow yourselves to come down from that battle high and let the exhaustion kick in.
Vax’s head leans on your shoulder and you in turn against his as you both breathe, close your eyes and take in the sounds of the world. There’s always something eery about a post-battle silence but for now it’s good. For now it means peace and safety. For now; all problems fade from the world until come next sunrise. Let someone else deal with it. You’ve done your part. And so you let sleep take you, not voluntary but out of sheer necessity. You’re together and you’re safe. Now you can rest.
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.
{❥} Authors Note - OOO YES of course! Oh so many feelings and probably a good lot of slow burn , perfect recipe for disaster and a whole lot of realization <3 - sorry if the essek one is a little *bleh.* Ive been watching supercuts for him but I also dont want to spoil myself since I know a lot of his story revolves around the later plot for campaign 2 , SOOOOO.... I tried lol. Though his was very entertaining to write for!
{❥} Content Warnings: Mostly proofread , some depictions of “flame” for Calebs part (signifying feelings lol.) Also for Esseks describing love in a rather “painful” manner to put it. Other than that , I think that is all! Please let me know if I should add more in the comments :3c
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･ That night originally was so peaceful, staring out at the moonlit sky with some of your other friends. Though as you conversed, you never expected to have everything get turned upside down. It was all so fast, not being able to call for the others happily asleep tore you apart.
･ Trying to fight off your captors was a struggle, you thinking the four of you could easily get away. But no, you overstepped and it ended in the bunch of you getting taken away. Not without some battering in the process.
･ You didnt know where you were, trying so hard to break free from the manacles that trapped you. Never stopping to find a way out. Your fighting senses were not very much welcomed by your captors. They picked right through you and your friends.
･ Sadly you got dealt the short end of the stick with Yasha. Spending the majority of your time being captured, getting your absolute shit rocked. All of it was a blur, only remembering the beating that came to you.
･ The coldness of the stone under you welcomed you into sleep. You were staying unconscious with Yasha as well due to the Shepherds. If you WERE conscious, you would have known of the entrance of your friend plus a couple of newbies coming in to save you and the others.
･ After they dealt with everything and opened up Jester and Fjord's cell, they found you and Yasha’s. The others decided to have a search around the Iron Shepherd’s base, and Caleb decided to sit that out. Instead staying behind with the “out like a light” you and Yasha.
･ Seeing you, so hurt and bruised sent something through him. With how much he's known you (I imagine the same as much as he’s known Nott), it sent a feeling of urgency through him. It wasnt like he was scared shitless before, but that made him feel that pit plummet even more.
･Laying there as the others went to go search around, he couldnt stop looking over at you. Those embers grew more and more, becoming a fire in his chest. What was this? , he hadn't really felt it in a while. What was this urgency? You were another one of his companions, why was he feeling all warm on the inside?
･Just like with Astrid and Eadwolf, that fire blazed to high heaven. This stood out to him, and the repeatings of “no no no no…” trailed along in his avoidant mind. He could bare to rid you of the burden of him being in love with you. A lot had happened in only a couple of days, which led him to lie to himself.
･He halted his flooding paranoia to a stop. Taking a breath in, he can think about this later and let it tare him apart. Now he just has to wait for the others to come back. He went on to clear his mind, rattling on directly to the unconscious Yasha next to him.
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･Even though Fjord could portray the persona of a calm and collected fighter, he was far from it. Under that mushy shell of suave southern charm and gentlemen' manners, was but a man. When he got to know you better, he didnt feel like he had to push up this sort of image.
･Originally he had met you the same way he met Jester. You had hitched a ride with the giddy blue tiefling. Trying to get away from some sort of mystery creeping up on you. Stumbling into him, he couldn’t help but trip over his own two feet. He could remember seeing you, watching over as Jester was messing with a few surrounding individuals.
･The way the Port Damali sun shaped your ever-so-collected features. You looked so excited watching your friend (who he would get to know as Jester) using magic to play her little tricks. Something about her and you formed a bubble of thoughts in his ever-expanding curiosity. Your big bright grin almost drew him closer. With this new set of abilities recently gifted to him, this display did defiantly catch his attention
･Fast forwarding to the present time, after trying to travel to the goal of the Solstice Academy in Rexxentrum: now everything was uprooted after meeting the band of assholes you got to know as your newfound friends. Even though he had bumped into you two and traveled alongside the both of you for quite some time, once you joined the “Mighty Nein” your relationship grew stronger in a sense.
･More comfortable with friendly banter, a trust was formed. It would only grow stronger as your party became more and more active. Though you could always be assured that Fjord always showed his loyalty in more ways than one Even if it was shown in smaller, more contained doses, he could and would always be by your side. He may have had appearances to keep up but rest assured that there were some times his heart couldn’t stop doing summer saults for you.
･With all of the chaos that rained throughout you and your parties' adventures, things got a little less hectic once you guys left the Dwendalian Empire and went down to the Menagerie Coast in Nicodranas.
･It was a more free-spirited atmosphere and you enjoyed the constant comfortable weather along with the wonderful ocean. Fjord was oh so overjoyed seeing you taking a liking to the place, being that you were a part of the group percentage that didnt really know of the gorgeous sandy beaches that inhabited the Menagerie Coast/Nicodranas.･He could clearly tell though that you were excited about Jester meeting her mother again. You and the girl were as close as could be , you held her really close to your heart. The same went for everyone else in the group. Fjord always admired how you always had that signature friendly air around you. Even if the person is a shopkeeper or a drunk you kept constant conversation with , you were never one for a boring environment.
･After you all become acquainted with the Ruby of the Sea , or better known as Marion Lavorre , you all end off your official first day in Nicodranas with some very rampant shenanigans. Now with the Gentleman potentially being Jesters father? That was a lot to rap all your heads around , especially Jesters. But with the suggestions of Fjord and the rest of the party , everyone decided to head to bed with how late it was.
･Right as everyone was getting used to their new rooms in the Lavish Chateau , you struck up conversation with Fjord about the new realizations that came to ahead. He could clearly see how you were worried for Jester , more so around the fact that this is such new news. Fjord listened to your steady rant about how this could mean so many things. You were really just getting your thoughts out into the air , and Fjord listened to it all.
･He racked your brain as well , though rangled your rampant stream of thought to a stop. Saying that they can figure it out more on on a later date. Which you agreed to , apologizing for keeping him up so late. He didn’t fuss though , instead giving you a warm smile and quelling your worries. He watched as you walked away , you both sharing a “goodnight” before hearing your door make an audible closing noise.
･He leaned against his door frame as he stared down that hallway of rooms , his eyes lingering on your door. Which was when he realized everything , when everything clicked together. He was in love... with you. There was nothing that stopped his brain from pointing this out , and why would he stop it? He wasn’t frightened about it or nervous , just relatively happy!
･You were one of the strongest sparks in his life , you were tethered to him if he liked it or not. He didn’t fight it at all and was just relieved to know this information. Though would he act on it? No of course , you as a group had things to do. He didnt want his feelings to blind him in any sort of way. Which meant he was going to let this meddle , keeping the new revelation close to his heart.
･Taking one final look at your door he would let out a content sigh before turning into bed. He would fully let sleep take over his mind , content with this day. He wasn’t going to fight what he felt for you , instead embracing it. He was in love with you and.. he was okay with that.
₊˚✧꒰ EᔕᔕEK TᕼEᒪYEᔕᔕ ꒱₊˚✧
･At first meeting Essek was many things. Being in the same vicinity as the “Bright Queen” and in her court already made you tremble in ferocious anxiousness. Mainly because that woman had a certain look that could impale thousands of hearts. All of a sudden , as you and the group were here to get Yussa to freedom, she sent one of her shadowhands with you to escort you down to the dungeons.
･A smirk caught at the tip of your lips when you all were escorted by him. The sharp-chinned drow was definitely appealing in the eyes. His calm but calculated demeanor definitely matched his voice , smooth and cold like sharp icicles. You couldnt help but giggle to yourself like a school girl inside your conciousness , though outside you made sure to keep your composure.
･Impressions for him were wildly different. He wasn’t one for much care in this situation, following to do what he was told. Though he was definitely one that fell harder as your group became more inside his circle of faces he knew.
･When the group got to know him on a more personal level , so did you to him. Especially taking a liking of him , as a bright eyed explorer of the arcane. As you too shared a more ... competitive conversation in a sense after Caleb tried to convince him to the upmost charming manner (and of course succeed) , he even decided to give you some knowledge for new spells that involved Dunamancy.
･You were very open to every ounce of what the Dunamancy offered , no selfishness or greed at all when he explained to you some of the ties that came with those certain spells he would go on about for hours. All you did was listened , which is why you were so around him in the first place after hours. He was clearly taking a liking to you as well , again in smaller doses. But he was getting more friendly to you in his most of all Essek ways.
･When it wasn’t Jester sharing messages over to him about what was going on with the use of “Sending” , you would take a knack at it. One way or another you always got a comfortable chuckle out of him , already sinking your fangs into his affection. Sooner than he knew it , a burning feeling would grow in his chest.
･A painful , but heavy feeling emanated in his heart. His mind winced at the sudden intrusion of this but it slowly became more of a constant ... like the thought of you did in his mind. He tried to shake it off as best as he could , pushing those thoughts down into the pits with the fact that this had to mean NOTHING. It couldn’t and wouldn’t mean anything... or so he thought.
･It especially haunted his mind once he got more into his nefarious business and the situation grew more impactful so to say. The thought of hurting you and his new friendship with your group pained him. Though he had to keep faces up and work on what dealings were made with the Cerberus assembly and so on.
･His internal thoughts came to ahead when you and your friends found out how interloped he was with the chaos that was plagued around your every move. He couldn’t help but feel oh so ashamed, with the sudden realization of the betrayal that he caused with you all. Feeling so very very idiotic as if , within his mind , burning the bridge that he had with your party.
･Though to his utter surprise, your friends extended a hand out to him. A hand of both un-earthed vulnerability and understanding. Just with him coming forward about everything that was going on , his expectations for how that all was going to go down were very much flipped.
･Everyone shared words of encouragement with him, and words of as well - guarded forgiveness. But what you had told him most definitely left an impression on him and his mental state. The whole time when you all were talking about what he was interloped in, your eyes were trained on him and his presence. Something to say was most, of course forming in your mind. He could clearly see it as your facial features ever so slightly moved.
･You extended a hand to him and figuratively opened your heart up. Giving him a light at the end of the tunnel. Saying that everyone had some sort of redemption for them, especially if they decide to choose a more cleaner path. It was as if you sucked the pain out of him, that had gone widespread in his brain capsule of a head space.
･That once burning, aching feeling clicked in his heart. As Nott extended an invitation to the Mighty Nein, he finally realized what his brain was so panicked about. Finding a name for the one thing that especially plagued him. His love... for you. The love that kept him up at night, that had him pacing around halls when thoughts of you sprung up from his mental depths.
･The word repeated in his mind... love. Love love love love love, that's what it was.
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{❥} Part Two or “Mollymauks” part
{❥} 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˵ ) →
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・ 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.
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{❥} Authors Note: Me after FINALLY finishing this ➜
caleb spice with 16 or 9 from the prompt list please :) ty
One Spicy Magic Touch coming right up for all your hot and bothered wizard desires! Please enjoy! 😘
Caleb sits on the couch, cozy knit blanket across his shoulders, legs crossed at the ankles, book in his hands, flipping the pages at a more leisurely pace than usual. He has been here for a while. The room has been a silent blessing, not but the crackling fire in the hearth to remind him he is still within this world, and not wherever his book has whisked him away to. The passage of time has forgone even him because he’s almost done with this book, and the sun has long since set. He is alerted of this fact when the door creaks open and the quiet is vanquished. Feet move across the wooden floor when shoes are discarded near the door along with a bag. A light hum follows along a nonexistent melody. Even the air grows heavier, but not uncomfortable. More like a warm embrace on a cold night. He welcomes it. He feels your presence as you move about, allowing his ears to focus on your movement. You stop briefly, and he feels your eyes on him. You notice he had not turned a page in a while so he does now. You continue.
Putting your belongings where you usually leave them, you go through your usual routine for returning home. Home. Still such a weird thing to say. Neither you nor Caleb have called any place home in a very long time but you have found the word suitable for your abode because it does feel like home. You put on the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. Surely you could have asked the wizard but you did not feel like interrupting him any further. Besides, a little lightning can warm up a metal pot too. Luckily you are in perfect control of your magic and so the water boils within the minute. You prepare some tea, set in two mugs and carry them with you over to where Caleb sits. He turns the page as you set the mug on the table in front of him and sit down on the other side of the couch with yours. You pull your legs up onto the cushioning and enjoy your tea in front of the fire, keeping you warm on this crips autumn night. From here you notice Caleb’s eyes dart to you every so often and the turning of his pages slows once more, to a pace you know he normally would deem far too slow to bear so you grow suspicious. You poke his thigh with your toes to draw his attention and wait for a response. When you do not get one, you try again. No response so you simply sit and drink.
He has to finish this chapter but it takes to deviously long because every time his eyes land on you, he loses half the page he reads and has to start over. Worst is this happens every other page. He has no hopes of finishing the book but he can put it aside and fully out of his mind once he reaches the end of the chapter. Then your toes press into his leg, twice but he tries his best to ignore it. You know him and he knows you’d take no offence, especially given you simply lean back and enjoy the rest of your tea. Finally he reaches the end of the chapter and he sets the book aside. He smiles at you faintly when you wave your hand an an invisible force lifts up the mug and floats it over to him.
“Danke.” Caleb takes the mug, allowing the warmth he summons within his fingertips to reheat the liquid before he takes a sip.
“So what have you been reading?” You reach for the book and you inspect it. “Ooh, Wizard and the Warden? Have you gotten to the good parts yet?” You smile as Caleb just raises an eyebrow. He knows all too well what parts you are hinting at. It was Jester who insisted he’d read it after all and it was a best seller at the Chastity’s Nook so how could he not know.
“Not yet.” He replies as you flip through the pages, looking for a certain passage which you are all too quick to find.
“”-His touch pulsed with magic when he ran his fingers along my curves, sending shivers through my body. The mere thought of him left me with goosebumps. Oh how I long for so much more. How I long for him to touch with me, fill me with that arcane prowess.” Are you taking notes, Caleb?” You joke as you leaf through again.
“I’ve read better.” You chuckle at his reply; such a bold statement. But not entirely wrong. This writer gets pretty much all usage of magic wrong and when you have two spell caster readers, that quickly breaks the believability and immersion of those readers. Still, it was an enjoyable enough read.
“Have you now?” You close the book as Caleb turns to face you better. You prop your chin on your bent fingers with an inquisitive look gracing your features. It promises mischief.
“There are far more convenient and creative ways to take spellcasting into intimate practices.”
“And since you are an expert on such things, what would you do?” You half joke. You’re curious. You want to know. Caleb puts down his mug and sits straight so he is more on level and but a few inches away from your face as you lean forward. “I’m all ears.” You wink.
“For starters…” Warm light like fire dances between his fingers before it disappears. Then you feel his fingers brush over your knee, warm and comforting. You feel the shivers trail up all the way along your spine. Caleb looks at you, makes sure you’re alright and the look you give him, rushes blood to more than his cheeks. He might not shy away from these subjects but your slightly parted lips, bedroom eyes, the brief catching of your breath, it leaves him excited like some adolescent living through fantasy. This is real. Very real.
“Colour me intrigued. Keep going.” You muse. He needs not be asked twice. Caleb has plenty of ideas in mind. He takes your hand in one of his, sending light pulses of that arcane energy within him through your fingertips. It races through your veins and spreads through your whole body. Your satisfied laugh gives him the courage to continue, take it up a notch. He slides his hand up your arm, over your shoulder, to your neck where he brushes along your clavicles. You make such lovely pleased sounds once more. he drifts lower, to your chest, trailing along, circling close to those covered sensitive little peaks, that tense with each passing brush, so light yet so striking and then he pulls away entirely. You moan in disappointment.
“It is an interesting concept to explore. Though, I think your own skills are more suited for these purposes?” Caleb thinks out loud as you scoot over further to his side of the couch. Swing one knee between his legs while the other rests on the outside. You let the barest of electricity dance between your fingertips, watching it move, and hum.
“I suppose that could be true. I’d hoped your preview would have been more of a demonstration but I suppose I could give one of my own.” You look at him, study his eyes and look for any sense of hesitation, or refusal. Instead Caleb shows to you enthusiastic consent. You let the lightning die down until it is nothing but a tremor so light, and invisible to the naked eye. You trail your fingers along Caleb’s arm as it comes to rest on your hip. Then you brush aside the hair that had fallen out of the tie he keeps it in, caressing the shell of his ear, and along the underside of his jaw as you gently urge him to keep his eyes on you. He is not one to deny you.
You trail both your hands down his chest, up and down his sides, inching lower and lower over his abdomen. Not once do his eyes leave yours. When you turn up the pressure you extract moan after moan, until they turn into pleas for more. That’s when you dismiss the magic from your touch, drape your arms across his shoulders, and lace your fingers at the back of his neck. You place your lips on his, sending a surprise shock through your lips and into his, teasingly so. Caleb, jumps a bit but smiles into the kiss as he allows that magic within him to spark to life when he lifts your hips, and pushes you back onto the couch. You simply let this happen. You’re excited to see what he comes up with and so you are perfectly content to lie back and let him do the work before you take your turn. Caleb’s lips leave yours and instead they kiss down your throat, and chest, lower and lower and lower until he settles at the apex of your legs. His hands trail along your legs with that delicious touch again and he gives you a devious smile. You are prepared for whatever comes next for you’ll be at the mercy of the wizard for however long he deems satisfactory.
I've been wanting to fulfil this request for so long. I've rewritten it a thousand times but finally got something cohesive on paper. I'm still not 100% happy with it but I hope it turned out well. 😘
“To the Lord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third I send a most generous congratulations on behalf of the house blah blah blah. We await in excitement the grand event to celebrate the union between yourself and your beloved-yada yada yada. How many more of these must we go through?” Percy knew he’d come to regret it when he offered to take some of the pressure of your shoulders with all the responsibilities you already tend to and force you to take a much needed break. He does not regret you getting a break. He regrets having to spend the next six hours writing correspondence to the congratulations you two have received after the public announcement of your engagement. He regrets having to sit through these bootlicking letters and pick up the mantle. Vox Machina has taught him many things but he fears his tolerance for the responsibilities he has as a noble have suffered for it. Still he does what he has to, and enlisted his sister to help him, who despite her own raising feels very much the same as he does.
“Listen to this- Please accept our gift to your betrothed so they might feel welcomed within our humble circles. The gift is a tea set.” Cassandra shakes her head exasperatedly but Percy doesn’t quite get it so she elaborates. “A tea set, dear brother, with instructions of how to pour in noble company, what to serve and how to the details that made even me gag as a child.” In that very moment it shows again these two are siblings for their expressions match. Who does this particular writer think they are? You might not have been raised to the same standards he has been, and luckily so, he’ll add, but that does not mean you are uncivilised.
“Burn those pages, Cass. For the sake of both of us and whatever poor soul thought it would make an appropriate gift.” Cassandra needs not to be asked twice as she crumples up the papers and tosses them into the fireplace, among some other discarded papers who have met their demise at the same flames.
“You were the ones deciding to get married. This is your doing.” She grumbles opening another letter, reading the first sentence, and tossing it back on the desk between them. She pushes back her chair and gets up. “I think I’ve had enough for the day. You deal with your mail on your own. I’ll be doing literally anything else. Best of luck, brother.” She pats his shoulder as she walks around him and leaves the room before he can protest. Percy doesn’t blame her. If anything he’d very much want to do the same. So much for responsibilities.
Eyes burning, hand smudged with ink, fingers ache. Percival has made a decent dent in the stack of letters but he feels as if he’s truly reached his limits when one of the castle staff enters with another platter of letters to the point where even his resolve dwindles and he is left seething with silent frustration and the desire to engineer the most glorious blast to tear these papers to shreds and watch the embers dwindle in the breeze. The servant knows not to linger and he is left contemplating in his solitude. If he actually had time to just sit there, he would but he’ll have to multitask in this occasion lest he leaves you with more work to return to than you left him with. Percy reminds himself; he loves you. He loves you more than anything and if he must suffer through some insincere replies to equally insincere congratulations, he’d do so in a heartbeat. He’d brave the world and beyond for you even if he’d much rather face hoards of undead, or some dragons then spend these hours in his study away from you. He’ll endure.
But you are a saving grace. You bring him mercy when the cruel world would offer him none because when he feels he is about to snap, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. You walk in in all your beauty and radiance looking far more rested. Had he the energy left he might have been jealous of you. Instead his shoulder slump and he relaxes in his seat as you draw closer, come around to his side of the desk and lean against the desk facing him. You uncurl his fingers from the quill he’d been using, unsure if he could have even let go without help at this point, and gently take his hand in both of yours. The way your fingers move against his skin, putting pressure in the right places that make his joints pop and release from their frozen positions, immediately releasing the tension and ache so much so he can’t stifle the groan of pleasure.
“I doubt I need to ask how your day’s been.” Your smile is audible in your voice as you find another good spot, releasing the muscle from its position, and returning the gift of motion to his thumb once more.
“I have no desire nor mind to speak of the sheer idiocy, bootlicking and self-infatuation I have encountered in the past two hours alone. I shall not even remember what I must have repressed from the hours before that.” Percy groans moving his fingers against yours, wrapping around until he returns your grasp affectionately. Once he feels secure enough, he pulls at your entwined hands. Your eyes widen in surprise, mainly so at the strength used because even Percy doubted he had any left, and you catch yourself with an arm around his shoulders as you sit on his lap.
“That desperate for a distraction?” You laugh.
“Extremely.” Needing no further elaboration you simply place your lips against his in a sweet kiss. All stress alleviates. The walls of the study become far less confining and engulfed in your affections Percy feels like he’s himself again, back to this world, focussed on you and you alone. With a heavy sigh you pull apart and just simply seek comfort in each other’s arms.
“How was your day?” Percy asks with a kiss to your temple, fingers dancing along your side as you place your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat. You sigh.
“Well, after a much needed nap I decided to wander the castle grounds. About thirty minutes in, I was surrounded by servants asking for the details of the event, and the only breaks I got was from the nobles that approached me to tell me they look forward to our grand wedding, definitely implying their invitation is nonnegotiable.” He throws his head back with an equal sigh. So much for peace it seems. While he spared you the letters, you did not manage to catch the break he’d hoped to provide. Seems like a remote vacation might have to be the solution. If only it were a viable solution for the both of you. You have your own responsibilities, and he has his. You can’t just drop everything and disappear for a week or two.
“I appreciate you trying to give me a break. I really do but I think we just have to get this wedding over with, so we may finally know a moment of peace and quiet again.”
“I thought weddings were supposed to be a joyous occasion. Not riddled with stress over stupid decisions like napkin foldings, cake flavours and seating charts.” That’s not entirely true. Percy has been taught these things, and has witnessed these events on a few occasions. He knows how tedious they are and even as a child he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it himself one day. For you he’d endure it a thousand times and he feels comfortable to say that you share this opinion.
“Weddings are supposed to be joyous and while the planning of one on whatever scale comes with some stress, this feels like more than a full-time job for several people and I’d much prefer treading through basilisk pits again because at least then we’d be getting paid for it. Now we’ll be paying the bill.”
“Technically Whitestone is paying for our wedding, dear. That’s why we’ll have to abide by every expectation set for us I’m afraid.” Percy quips back with amusement and you just kiss him to shut him up. Serves him right. He’s not complaining, at least not until you break the kiss, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. Percy leans into your touch.
“I have some savings. If I’m paying does that mean we’ll be allowed to show up in our regular clothes, because I say so? Might we get the flowers we actually want if any at all? Is there no more need for a grand several day event that hosts people we have never met and can’t even be bothered to remember the names of?” What you’re implying is beginning to dawn on Percival. In technicality you are correct. He bites his tongue trying to find a way to tell you this is a terrible thing you are suggesting but he can’t. It’s a terrible idea and you two should definitely do it.
“It’s just how things are.” Percy counters none too convinced.
“You’re the Lord of Whitestone for Pelor’s sake! Don’t let it shackle you to golden chains.” You speak forthright, smile on your face, letting your fingers brush through his hair.
“Well, you’d be surprised how poor of a confinement golden shackles make given the material is rather soft as opposed to other metals.” With that you pull on the pale strands and give him a look that demands his attention, one he was not going to deny you anyway.
“Don’t be a smart ass. Let’s get married.” You release your hold and take to cupping his cheeks.
“If you insist-” Your lips trail along his jawline, and neck, just shy of leaving marks. Wouldn’t want to litter his skin in marks of your affection, before the wedding night. You’ll save it for later.
“I most certainly do.” You speak between kisses.
“-then who am I to deny my beautiful lover what they desire if it is in my capability to grant?” Percy speaks between gasps and moans. You certainly know how to sway an argument. Not that he ever doubted your skills but the more you say, the more you do, he feels more inclined to tell every single noble, advisor or whoever else thinks they might have some say in what should be one of the best days in his life, in your life, then they can go screw themselves. He’ll share this day with you, under your own terms and that’s all he needs, whatever extra finds its way here, will be a bonus, but as long as you are there, that is all he needs. You’re all he needs.
“Let’s get married then, love.” You raise from his lap and offer your hand. Percy takes it, and you pull him along.
“Now?” He laughs. Of course now. Or at least as soon as possible. Whatever spares him from having to go back to writing and procrastinate, or entirely neglect his tasks and instead leads to more time with you.
“Right now.” You assure.
And so you are off, gather those you can. You send for your friends, and family; anyone who is important to you and can find their way to Whitestone within the next hour or so. You spend that time informing the kitchens you’ll have guests, change into comfortable put presentable clothes; casual clothes. Tease each other, something about seeing each other the day of the wedding being bad luck. At your own pace you eventually make it to the Sun Tree. It’s fully in bloom, leaves a luscious green, light bleeding through from the lowering sun. This place has marked so much of your lives. It felt only right to add another one to that list. Turn so much bad, into something good, show that it is possible. This is where you earned your freedom. This is the heart of a legacy you both vow to uphold. Why should it not be the place you’ll promise to uphold your vows to each other?
Within the hour you stand at the roots. Within the hour you see your friends approach. Some of them are confused. Others are simply known to go with the flow. Explanations are asked for, but none are given, not yet. You wait until the time is right. You simply talk, spend time with the people in your lives you love most, have grown to love most and call family. They are here. You reminisce. You laugh. You cry. You remember what you gained, and lost. You share it all. You share your lives with the others, and they theirs with you. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed and Percy understands now, when it comes to you, he’ll never again agree with what is expected of him, simply because it is expected when he has to put you and himself in second place. He is not willing to make the sacrifices those before him have made at the cost of your happiness, or his own. He’ll do anything to make you happy, as he knows you will do the same. So he pulls apart Pike. He asks her, to marry you. The gnome is caught off guard at first but agrees quickly. She goes to arrange things. Whispers spread and before you know it, people are telling you you’re getting married, right here, right now. You simply share a look with Percy, share your smiles even when you stand apart.
Pike clears her throat, directing people to their places, setting up the scene, as chaotic as possible of course. You get some strange looks from the townsfolk who have no clue what’s going on and are somewhat curious but don’t approach. They’ve seen much stranger. Before you know it there’s a makeshift aisle and you stand arm in arm with Percy. By the grace of Keyleth you hold a lovely bouquet and similar flowers have been attached to Percy’s own attire, despite his protests. Apparently this was nonnegotiable but your smile made him accept the druid’s insisting. A path of petals is haphazardly thrown by the goliath that walks in front, before he flanks off to the side to join the other guests. Scanlan nudges him out of the way and to the end of the ‘front row’ so others can still see what's going on. You swear you see them both, eyes watery, and voices a bit squeaky, though don’t tell the bard that. Vex approaches you, pulling two rings from her pouch. You’ll owe her one, but she might be inclined to let it slide, maybe. Cassandra offers you a scolding, but through particular words, expresses she very much agrees with your decision and you have her blessing to marry her brother but you best keep him in trouble.
It is time. You walk down the makeshift aisle, the fresh flower petals beneath your feet, up towards where Pike straightens her usual clothes, clears her throat, and straightens. Shaking leg; the nerves very much present but she offers you an assuring nod. Percy feels it first. He’s had this moment replay in his mind a thousand of times since your engagement, even before that. Not in a single one of them did things go exactly like they are before you now, but one thing is consistent; you. You squeeze his arm, draw his attention. He can’t look away from you. He can’t stop smiling like a fool either. But still he feels nervous. He doesn’t quite understand why. He feels his heart beat in his chest. He feels his mind twirl going from lovely thoughts to complete silence but he won’t let that ruin anything, because in those moments of silence he gets the opportunity to just see you, and remind himself; he loves you more than anything in this world.
You stand at the base of the Sun Tree. The sky turns gold and orange and pink, with the first hints of purple. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect. Pike stands on the roots to give her some more height. She holds onto her holy symbol as you hold onto Percy’s hands, clasping yours in his. You feel the light tremble and can’t identify if it’s yours or his. You are buzzing. You feel like you’re walking on air, head in the clouds because the world falls away and there’s only the gunslinger in front of you. You see what you went through, you see the times you shared for better or worse, and what you pulled through. You are together at the end of it. It made you stronger. Your love grew and now you stand here; a new chapter in your life together. You can’t wait to see what’s next.
“Honourable guests, we are gathered here to day to celebrate the union between-“ Pike tries but stumbles over her words a little as if she’s trying to recall the exact words from a piece of writing. You know she’s been reading up on wedding speeches and etiquette.
“Pike.” You whisper and she gives you a worried look. “It’s okay. We’re not doing this traditionally.” You reassure.
“Just do what feels right.” Percy adds.
“But what if I don’t get it right?” She whispers, eyes falling to the gathered people.
“It’ll be perfect either way. Don’t worry about anything else.” She nods and takes a deep breath.
“We didn’t know why we came here today. We came here for some fun with our friends and now they’re getting married. And I- And I am honoured to be the one to officiate. I know I’m not some high priest of somewhere but I don’t need to be because none of that matters. What does matter is you two. What matters is your love. We’re here to celebrate that. Now because you threw me into the deep real fast, I’ll do the same to you. How about some vows? We wanna hear some proper vows, don’t we?” Pike teases, earning some positive replies from your attendees. “Now, I don’t wanna hear any of that ‘I promise to cherish you always and blah blah blah.’. Give us something interesting.” She encourages and so do your friends. You laugh and see those teal eyes glow with light, silently begging you to go first.
“I promise not to be traditional. I promise to test and try you at every opportunity however frustrating that might be, because I love you. We’ve faced hoards of undead, dragons and gods and despite all odds we are still standing here today. We’ve defied the rules of this world, and so what’s breaking some rules of tradition? We’ve redefined what it means to be us countless times to suit what we needed it to be but in the end that comes back to love. That’ll be my promise; I promise you love, unconditional. When you lock yourself in your workshop, I’ll come bother you until you take a break and eat. When you feel like the weight of the world is upon your shoulders, I will lift it. When trouble comes knocking once more, I will face it with you. That is my promise; you’ll never be alone again. I will always be with you, even when I’m not at your side.” The words came to you easier than you expected. Even though you stumble at times, these words come from your heart and so you know them to be true. Percy takes a deep breath, the hold on your hands tightening. There’s a moment of silence, his lips part so you simply squeeze back and nod.
“I-uh. I’m happy this is not a traditional wedding because we’re not traditional people. You’ve tried me at every corner, you’ve made me question my every action, my life, my world and my reality. You’ve opened my eyes to a world so much brighter when all I saw was darkness. We have faced many monsters, we’ve saved many people, but to me the most impressive life you saved, is mine for I thought it doomed long ago. You gave me hope where there was none and I know I gave you plenty of headaches while trying to prove me so. Even back then, I knew, I remember, were you not there, things would have been very different, your love allowed me to feel love again, and return it too. I offered you my heart and you promised not to break it. You kept your word. You’ve come bother me in my workshop with promises to drag me out of there if I took but a moment longer. You’ve braved the heaviest of storms and quelled them. You have not just changed this world; you’ve changed my world based on a promise you made. I remember your words your first promise to me; I won’t turn my back on you. I remember your second promise; You will not be alone as long as I’m around. I remember your third promise; You will know my love as long as you are willing to accept it. I will make these same promises, and all that followed, all that will follow. I promise I you my love. You’ve had it from the moment I met you, and you will have it for eternity.” Not once do Percy’s words falter. Not once does his gaze leave yours and you know it is a true promise.
“Okay, uhhh what’s next? Oh yeah! Rings. You got rings right?” Pike asks as the guests laugh, and you do too. You both nod, taking the rings that vex had given you earlier, with a quick glance towards her in thanks. She simply offers you a wink.
“May Raei bless these symbols of your union so it may prosper and blossom into something more beautiful than it already is.” You change your rings. They’re lovely. Not at all what you might traditionally have chosen but that’t the theme is it not? That’s exactly what makes the jewelled bands perfect.
“Do you promise to love each other always?” Of course he does. How could he not? Percy cannot imagine a life without your love. He would offer the world just to see you smile like you do now. He knows he has your love in turn. He’s never felt so sure of anything. He knows it in his heart, his bones, his mind, it is simply a truth no one can argue, not even his own dark thoughts.
“We do.” You say in unison.
“Do you promise to nurture and care for one an other?” You’ve pulled him out of his workshop when he refused to take breaks. You’ve cared for his wounds and he of yours. You’ve held him when the demons got too loud and he’s held you when you needed him most every time without question. If that is not nurture, he does not know what is. He would put his life in your hands without a second thoughts and while it is a frightening reality, responsibility he knows you’d do the same in a heartbeat.
“We do.”
Do you promise to fuck shit up together?” That’s simply nonnegotiable. You will always fuck shit up together. With lives like yours, this is simply a given and that you’ll face it together, as a team, makes it all the more exciting. Percy looks forward to your adventures. You look forward to the adventures you’ll find upon your path.
“We do.” Percy shakes his head as the crowd laughs. It is inappropriately appropriate.
“Then by the power invested in me by- uhhhh, by you, I pronounce you married! Now kiss-“ Your lips collide with Percy’s in a deep kiss, fuelled by a string of emotions. You need not be told twice. The cheers of your friends are drowned out by the pulsing in your ears. You feel the vibrations of the world around you and they all harmonise in that moment. You’re married now. Flowers dance around you, petals rain from the sky but you don’t care, not when you have the man in front of you. The world around you fades when he is there. You know it in your heart, your body, your soul; you love him always and forever.
No matter what anyone envisioned for your marriage, this is perfect. Percy feels your love, flowing through your body, into his, into the earth surrounding you, into the world beyond, clear for all to see. He might have been somewhat reserved in the past but that matters not. He is here with you, shares this moment with you, and now he officially shares his life with you on another level. He is yours as you are his. This is a pact not made by demon or devil. This is a pact made between two people, bound by unconditional love. This is a deal worth making, and this is one he’ll make a thousand times as long as it is to you. He will uphold his vows as you will yours. He’ll have you in his life and be better for it. You make him feel alive. You make him feel he’s worth more than a legacy written in the cold of winter, in the ashes and blood of others. You make him feel like he’s worth more than the responsibilities placed upon him. You make him feel like himself and allow him to be who he chooses to be.
He chooses to be a man worthy of your love. He chooses to be himself.
:) 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.
