If requests are open and your comfortable with this ask, could you give your headcanons on how Fearne, Dorian, Ashton, Molly, Beau and Fjord would kiss reader please? Thanks 💖
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Fearne
Fearne, first of all, has no qualms about PDA or anything like that, so she’s very likely to just swoop you into a hug and kiss whenever she gets the urge
I also think she’s the type to lift you off your feet and press a million kisses to your face (you can protest all you like, she wants to sweep you off your feet)
Her favorite way to kiss you: scooping you up in her arms and then depositing you on a nearby surface, one hand cradling the back of your head while her other hand stays on your hip
Dorian
A romantic and a little shy, he almost Always asks for permission to kiss you
He does however easily kiss your hand throughout the day, whether that be a light brush of his lips across your knuckles or a kiss to the center of your palm, all while maintaining eye contact
His favorite way to kiss you: when you’re cuddling in bed and he can lean in and just enjoy some soft slow kisses, all while his arms are around you
Ashton
I’m not saying they’re shy but I think when it comes to you, who he has real full feelings for, that makes them a bit more nervous
I think Ashton would most often give you a kiss on the temple or cheek, especially around the others, and reserve actual smooching for a more private occasion
But! I think if the Bells Hells tease him about being shy or anything, he’d grab you, yanking you too him via an arm around your neck and kissing you in front of everyone (he’s flipping them off behind your head)
Their favorite way to kiss you: Ashton likes to pin you between him and anything (a wall, the couch, the bed) and just take his time kissing you, like dammit he’s gonna enjoy this as long as he wants! He likes resting a hand on your neck so he can feel your pulse with his fingers
Molly
Molly is all about enjoying what he has in life and the best thing he has is you, how is he supposed to keep his hands or his lips to himself?
Molly is the most likely to just stop and kiss you during the day, no matter what you’re doing, camp chores, shopping, fighting. If Molly gets the whim to kiss you, he will
His favorite way to kiss you: when you’ve been teasing and taunting each other and he finally caves, using his tail to catch one of your wrists, one hand catching your other hand and his other hand holding your chin, so he can kiss you
Beau
Beau honestly lets a lot be determined by her partner. If you’re cool with a lot of PDA, you can expect smooches a Lot through the day. If not? Shell reserve that kind of affection for more solitary moments
If she gets excited about something though, she won’t really be able to hold back. Finishing a tough fight or putting together an answer to whatever mystery she’s trying to solve, she’ll run up to you with a wide grin, grab your face in her hands, and kiss the fuck out of you
Her favorite way to kiss you: she loves coming home from work and greeting you with a big smooch, throwing her stuff to the floor in order to wrap her arms around you
Fjord
Gods bless this man, who tries so hard to be suave and collected but blushes hard anytime there’s a ~moment~ between you too
He can generally hold himself together if he’s just kissing the back of your hand but anymore than that and he’s obviously a little flustered
His favorite way to kiss you: when you’ve said or done something to fluster him and he’s trying to sputter out a response and you lean in and give him a quick kiss - but he grabs you by the front of your shirt and pulls you back to him
So Uhh just finished my last final and am now in fact crying. So I’m going to do head cannons of my Favorite Critical Role character’s comforting a stressed SO.
🎆 Imogen 🎆
She can feel your anxiety literally, although isn’t sure what to about it, Laudna is the comforting one.
She’s very big into words of affirmation to try and calm you down and lot’s of pet names largely Darlin’ Hun or Precious.
She copies what Laudna dose to soothe her after her nightmares, fetching you water, asking if your okay and just listening.
💠Beau💠
Definitely quick to notice your stress but is a little slower to do something about it, she trust you to handle it but if you’re over stressed will step in.
Literally just scoops you up and removes you from whatever is stressing you out. There’s no fighting her.
Will probably take you out for drinks and gets you drunk enough to talk about what’s bothering you, whatever it is she’ll handle it.
🌿Fearne🌿
Probably takes a bit longer to notice your stress but once she dose will not leave you alone until she makes you smile.
Tries little pranks to cheer you up, will steal whatever item she thinks is causing you stress. Uses Mister as a paper work begone machine.
“You should pet my ears they’re soft, it’ll help”
🔥Caleb🔥
Caleb is also stressed y’all two are kind of a mess(affectionate).
He sends Frumpkin to try and comfort you as he’s really awkward about doing it himself.
Will cautiously suggest he reads to you as a way to help soothe both of your nerves.
🏹Vex🏹
You will be going shopping with her immediately, no ifs ands or buts about it. She feels comfort in having things and wants you to have that too.
Lot’s of playful teasing but if that doesn’t work she very seriously puts her hands on your shoulders and says take a break darling.
Will send in Trinket good luck remaining stressed when getting literally bear hugged and hearing Vex laugh in delight at the sight.
🍭Jester🍭
What/Whomever is is stressing you out better be prepared for the absolute havoc Jester is going to wreak on them.
You will be brought various sweets until you feel better, the sweets get increasingly strange in nature she once brought something she claims is rock Candy but definitely looked like drugs.
She’s very much the kind to distract You should play a game with her or go visit her mom in Nicodranis. You’re sitting at a desk trying to get work done Nope she’s sitting in your lap.
Hi Saph! I’m only resubmitting in case my request was one of the ones that got deleted! I’m so sorry if this winds up being a duplicate though, I promise I didn’t mean to. Anyways! I was wondering if you’d do a Don't Leave Me/Snow White kinda thing for the C3 or ExU cast since you did them for the C1 and C2 casts? They were both some stellar pieces of fanfic!
Thank you for resubmitting! I went with the C3 bunch so I hope you like the way it turned out! 😘
(Ashton)
Fuck. Ashton is about ready to go on a path of vengeance and do something incredibly fucking stupid. It’s no secret that when you’re in the line of work he is, and you are you make some enemies and need to watch your back at times. The shitty side of that is that sometimes people way above your head get involved. You’d been hunted. You’d run. You’d done a fucking good job too. But in the end they managed to get you good a few times. A couple of arrows aren’t exactly the greatest when you’re the one being used as a humanoid quiver. Ashtons still doesn’t know how you found your way to their doorstep. You’d collapsed then and there and the crook house was enlisted to fix you up again.
Ashton sat around, plotting, tapping into all his resources and connections to find out who had done this to you. Most came up empty but some got them some good leads. Your condition worsened. Focus had to be on you. Ashton couldn’t rely on anyone else. You’d come to them after all, not anyone else. It’s the bare minimum he could do. He stayed by your side. If people wanted to hurt or kill you they might just come back and you left a trail of blood. You need someone to watch over you while you recover. You’d done it for them a thousand times over, now they get to return the favour.
The silent solitude of a singular never-changing room is not one Ashton copes well with. While the others do come by to check up on the both of you they can’t stay long. These guests do little for Ashton’s sanity and they’re getting antsy. So of course, like any sane person would they start talking to themself.
“It’s not fair. I always thought I’d be the one to end up here within an inch of my fucking life… again. Remind me to never do this again. It sucks and now I kinda know how you feel every time I fuck up bad.” Ashton grumbles setting their hammer down by the side table and taking up the chair, plate of food in hand. He takes the chair at your bedside , legs crossed at the ankles leaning on the bed taking little bites of whatever food Milo handed over.
“Leave it to me to care a little too much. You always say to never mix work and feelings but with someone as likeable as you; that’s fucking impossible.” Ashton grumbles putting the plate on the side table crossing their arms and leaning on the back legs of the chair.
“I say fuck that rule. When you’re back on your feet we’re going to break into the best place we can find and go shopping. Nothing screams love and affection like a good heist.” Ashton laughs to themself. “Or maybe you’d prefer some nice dinner some place fancy?”
“I don’t know about you but both sound pretty neat. It’s a date.” You groan. You hadn’t spoken in days so this response comes as a surprise to Ashton. So much so, Ashton falls backwards from the chair onto the grounds and like a good fellow ruffian you burst out in laughter. The genasi can’t blame you. It’s pretty fucking funny.
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(Orym)
He wasn’t fast enough. Orym wasn’t fast enough. His entire life spent training to protect the people he cared about and he failed that very task when it mattered most. Orym is no stranger to casualties in battle but he can’t stop blaming himself, can’t stop repeating the hundreds of ways; if he had only done this one thing differently then maybe you would’t be laying on a bed being crowded by the healers attempting to save you.
You couldn’t get out of the way. The creature struck before you could take cover, its claws cutting through your skin like butter. Deep nasty wounds left in its wake started to fester the moment your body hit the ground, poison spreading. The group’s healers were on it, attempting to get you back to your feet and while you had regained consciousness for a brief second that was it. The bleeding stopped but that was the most they could do for you, so with all gold Orym still had, the others chipping in, they brought your body to more advanced healers. Upon arrival they got to work, sending the others away but Orym insisted on staying behind, making sure not to get in the way. He’d be damned if he let you out of his sight.
It didn’t help when the healers shared worried glances. They patched you up, working their magic, bringing ointments, poultices and the likes but the tension in the room was making him sick. Once they were done one of them came over to him, informing him that they’d done all they could. It was up to you now if you’d fight through or pass on into the embrace of the Matron of Death. So like a guardian he’d watch over you, guide you back to this world.
“We haven’t seen much of the world yet like you promised we would. You never break your promises. Don’t start now.” Orym’s fingers lace with yours. It’s so foreign to not feel yours curl into his in response. He tries to smile, even if you can’t see it, but that smile just ends up as a pained frown. Is this what the Voice of the Tempest felt like when she was faced with the loss of her lover? Never has loss felt this real, this deep and if he’s honest he could go without it for the rest of his life.
“Please, just tell me you’re not done yet. I need you here with me. I need you at my side so we can brave this brand new world together. Just-please.” Orym bows, pressing the back of your hand enclosed between his to his forehead in a silent promise, a silent prayer to whoever is watching, you’ll find your way back here. The winds can’t carry you away just yet. He stays like that and listens. Listens to the healers moving about, other patients in the distance, even the city outside. He waits and he listens.
Then… A sharp intake of breath, muscles tensing, that familiar grip responding. Orym looks up and meets your eyes; wide and disoriented until they land on him and calm. You smile, pull your hand still between his towards yourself and grasp back when Orym is about to let go. You turn your enclosed hand and kiss the back of his holding it to your chest, afraid to let go, afraid to slip away on the winds. Your journey isn’t over yet.
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(Imogen)
Nightmares haunted her sleep and Imogen knew something was wrong. She saw you, at the edge of a storm, your hair and clothes blowing violently in the wind, your eyes pained, tears streaming down your face. You had one hand clutched to your chest while the other stretched out towards her. Imogen got the urge to run towards you. Something about you read as lost and frightened and she wanted nothing more than to make you feel safe and at home. When she reached you, reached for your outstretched hand her fingers passed through, and your shape turned to dust slowly, carried away by the wind. Pain ran through her when she woke up, released from whatever hellscape that dream brought her. But then the feeling didn’t go away…
Imogen couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong so she went to find you. She knew you had stayed up late and since you weren’t back in the room she decided to investigate, that feeling of dread growing heavier and heavier with each step down the hall. And then she found you, sound asleep on the couch. Your face turned to the back of the couch, the blanket you had tossed over yourself, slipping off your shoulders. Imogen expected to be able to breathe again but no. She stepped closer and then she saw it, some reddish-purple energy pulsed through your veins and your form was deadly still, unmoving, unresponsive.
Nothing seemed to wake you. Shaking you didn’t do a damn thing. Calling your name didn’t either. No usual means of waking up a person worked. She’d even thrown a glass of icy cold water in your face but nothing happened. So afraid she might lose you, she also didn’t want to leave your side, so she sat down on the ground, holding your hand, the only tangible proof of life detectible through the pulse at your wrist. At the very least that was a relief.
“Please tell me you’ll be alright. Tell me this is just some freak accident. Please, tell me this isn’t my fault or I might not be able to forgive myself. I need you to wake up for me. I need you here. I can’t do this on my own.” Usually you wouldn’t miss a beat with a response so the quiet that followed was plain torture. Imogen takes a deep shaky breath holding onto your hand tightly as if it’s a lifeline, be that for you slipping away or her reminding herself she’s here, with you, and this is real, however terrible; this is real. She lets the silence take hold, her mind wandering what might have caused this, is causing this and she’s loosing hope.
“Come what may, if you can hear me or not, just know that- that sounds stupid. You probably can’t hear me.” Imogen snorts stopping herself from saying what she was going to, as she rubs her eye, catching the tear she didn’t notice was there. Had she been crying? In a final attempt to get her message to you she tries to connect to your mind. It’s completely foreign when she doesn’t feel the connection take hold fully, yet still there.
‘I love you.’ The words echo through her own mind as much as she tries to send it into yours. Every second feels like an eternity and hope wavers but then something tightens in her grip, slowly. little by little the connection grows stronger. A shaky breath, this time not hers sounds and your eyes open. You look worse for wear but alive. Imogen stifles a gasp as you sit up, your head spinning and throw your arms around her.
“I love you too.” You whisper into her shoulder. Not even you know what happened or why but when you heard the lilac haired girl’s voice in your mind, it had been as much of a lifeline to you as you had been to her keeping the thoughts of others out.
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(Fearne)
And so it’s once again confirmed that not all fey are as nice as Fearne and her grandmother. The one you got faced with did not take a liking to you, if anything it became a downright feud against you. You’d done nothing wrong. Not necessarily. If anything you’d been on your best behaviour but it wasn’t enough. You were an easy target, someone to be messed with, used as a tool in a bigger ploy and for this fact alone you’d pay the price. Despite what certain individuals may claim, plenty of fey love the theatre; especially the over the top dramatics and this particular fey, wanted you to play the lead role in a tragedy…
Your unmoving body lies beautifully on a bed of flowers, a crown of them braided around your head made from similar ones to Fearne’s. Call it what you want but it is poetic; a crown of poisonous flowers. You are dressed in the finest fashions money can buy, your hands clasped over your abdomen and the expression on your face is a peaceful one. It’s almost like you’re just sleeping. That is what Little Mister seems to think too as the monkey jumps up on the bed and begins pulling at your hands, though they don’t budge, so instead he comes for your hair but still no effect. He even tries to open your eyes but nothing. It’s like you’re in stasis; perfectly preserved. Fearne, at first let Mister run wild in the hopes he’d wake you from your slumber but when that proved futile she did tell him to stop. She can’t blame the monkey for trying but enough’s enough.
Little Mister is quite perceptive when it comes to his momma and sees the sadness you in your state brings her. He knows he can’t cheer her up because he feels very much the same but he does hold her hand as Fearne traces her fingers over your features, as if ingraining them into her memory. Like she is savouring every last one; the way you look, the feel of her fingers against your skin, but more than anything she wanted to see your eyes. They’re always so full of mischief, so alive and when you smile at her, or scold her for stealing, she loves that little half grin when you’re proud of her. She’ll see it again. She will make sure of it.
“I don’t really know what to say. The others said it might help but I don’t know.” Mister pulls her hair. “Anyway, I just want you to know everything will be alright. I am going to make this right. My grandmother always said there’s one thing you should never do when it comes to people where I’m from but for you I will take that risk. I’m going to strike a deal with the one who did this to you. You’ll be back on your feet on no time.” Fearne plays nervously with a lock of her own hair, plucking a flower from it. She kisses the petals before she lays it on your clasped hands. Then she leans in and kisses your forehead gently.
Feeling returns to your fingers, to your body and you’re back from the dreamworld you were stuck in. You feel soft petals against the back of your hand and out of instinct clasp the flower. Then you feel soft lips against your brow. Your eyes open and meet stare back at the faun in front of you. She looks happy. Happy is good.
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(Fresh Cut Grass)
Fresh Cut Grass never really experienced loss since the incident and even then it’s vague because they only grasped the situation when Ashton found them. It wasn’t as direct. Then came you. You were always so chipper and friendly and simply just a joy to be around for them. You always managed to lighten the mood, especially when people needed it most. Your compassion was admirable and FCG saw you as an inspiration, a beacon in the void, always offering solace to those in need. Always chipper that’s why it came as a surprise when you approached FCG for something to help you sleep better. You’d been suffering terrible nightmares, to the point where you’d wake up screaming. You never told them what those nightmares contained but Letters did catch on you were hiding your exposed skin from anyone who could see right after. Eventually you felt safe enough to confide in the automaton and many nights were spent just talking after you’d wake up screaming once more.
One night Fresh Cut Grass had remained with Ashton, following up on some gambling before dragging the genasi to their room. Along the way he heard your scream but it was cut short. Quickly putting Ashton to bed FCG rushed over to your room. Knocking did nothing and while he didn’t want to intrude, you did state previously they’d always be welcome so with that in mind FCG wheeled in, seeing you seated against the headboard, curled up clutching something to your chest. You didn’t seem to notice him entering. You just stared to the other side of the room. FCG looked to where you were staring at and it was the open window which he ignored the moment he saw the stained red spot growing, dripping onto the sheets. Your hands clutched over the wound had already lost strength but there was barely a breath present still; hope still.
Knowing there’s no time to lose, FCG casts a quick healing spell and while it helps close the wound, there’s something else. Unlike any previous times healing you or your companions, you’d always been right back to yourselves, maybe a bit haggard or tired but never like this. He worries for you. Calling your name doesn’t seem to earn a response. It’s almost like you’re stuck in your own mind; just like the nightmares the two of you talked about for hours on end. FCG knows how completely and utterly terrified you are of those nightmares.
“Everything will be okay. You’ll be back in no time. Now don’t be scared. I’m right here. You’re safe.” FCG goes through all resources at their disposal, casting spell after spell to fix what’s wrong. “You had me scared right there. In the future maybe try and avoid dying because if this is what true sadness and loss feels like, I don’t know if I want to feel that again.” Little by little with each casting of a spell you do improve; colour returns to your cheeks, your eyes focus on movement, and though you stay quiet, eventually you get out of your curled up state and wrap your arms around FCG, holding them tight.
Fresh Cut Grass’ insides feel as if he’s holding another can of coffee or tea again. He wonders if maybe some was left from the last stash he kept for Fearne but then is reminded it’s gone. Analysing what it is, they realise it’s not some warm beverage. This is what it feels like to be wanted, admired, respected, a sense of safety and security. This is what it feels like when you mean the world to someone and that someone does to you. That’s a feeling he can get behind.
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(Laudna)
This must have been a death Laudna could not turn into something chipper. There were no comment about how absolutely dreadful this passing of a living thing was with her usual attitude. For the first time in a long time the death of another truly hurt her. She’d always been able to let go easily, completely detached from common grief. Death is just part of life but now finally she gets why people aren’t as… well, gloomy and sad when it comes to the passing of a loved one. You hadn’t supposed to meet your end. Not yet. You hadn’t even lived a long and fruitful life. You still had so much ahead of you and Laudna feels sad that what you two had planned, the grand things you talked about wanting to do, you wouldn’t be able to accomplish.
They had brought your body back, to be readied for proper burial. Laudna had taken some moments alone. She’d tied some of the ribbon she uses in her crafts around your wrist; a little reminder of her you hopefully got to take with you into the afterlife. She’d cut a lock of your hair from amidst the strands where it wouldn’t be visible and went to work creating a little puppet of you. She tried to mimic your voice, your behaviour and while in her opinion she got pretty close, it just wasn’t the same. She’d rather have you here than the doll she made.
With these feelings arising, the voice of her patron did too, though Delilah had other intentions, wanted Laudna to hone in on it all, even promised to show her how to bring you back, give some ounce of information, but Laudna also knows that messing with the dead comes at great risk. While she was tempted by the offers her patron made, she wouldn’t put you through that. That being said, she didn’t know how long she’d last. It was only when Laudna started asking questions about how Delilah got this information, the lady backed off for a bit and Laudna could once more take peace in the solitude with you.
“You know, I’d never thought we’d be here like this. I’d always expected you to live some grand life like you always envisioned; one full of adventures. It’s a shame sometimes these things don’t go as they should but all good things come to an end. You were good. I am glad to have met you and I am sad to have to say goodbye.” Laudna adjusts the button of your shirt, straightening it. She combs your hair, even pinches your cheeks like she’d seen you do in the past but no rosiness returns to them, they just stay ashen.
“I guess this is goodbye then. May we meet again some day.” Laudna smiles, rising your hand to her lips and kissing the inside of your wrist; a marker of the life you kept, one she had always been fascinated with; your heartbeat, now lays silent. She lets go and steps out of the room.
When you awakened you gave some poor caretakers the scare of their lifetime. You feel different but can’t quite describe it. There was a lot of shouting but you couldn’t process it. You were laying on some sort of table but your back just hurt and you had to get out. Then the door opened and you’ll have to pride the caretaker for not fainting at the sight of the undead woman in the doorway smiling at you while black goo dripped from her nails. You’re back again. Your life’s not over yet and you’ll be spending it sharing your adventures with Laudna.
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(Dorian)
People make mistakes all the time. Sometimes these mistakes can be the wrong choice of drink or missing the last step down on some stairs resulting in a face first fall. While he may not have actually fallen down some steps, Dorian wishes to all that is sacred he did because it’d be easier. Instead he’s here seated with your head in his lap, whispering pleas you’ll be alright while he waits for the others to arrive.
Long story short, it’s a stakeout; you and Dorian team up and cover the second floor. The group’d been hired to catch a thief with a tendency to cause chaos. Nothing too serious. So together you patrolled the second floor when he spotted your target. Of course you both gave chase but they were quick. You split up to cover more ground. Dorian had them cornered. No escape now. He failed to notice the muttering of a spell and the green hint of magic gathering at the thief’s fingertips. You did and rushed into the room from the side. In redirecting whatever spell was cast, you took the effects instead. You’d gone down instantly and the thief got away.
If he hadn’t been so stupid to split up, you didn’t have to pull such a stunt. If he wasn’t so stupid he might have noticed and avoided the spell. If he wasn’t so stupid, maybe you’d be here to tell him ‘I told you so’ when you called his plan terrible. You’d agreed to split up only because he suggested it, he convinced you. He should have listened to you. You should have stuck together. But instead here you are, under the effects of some kind of magic. You’ve not moved, nor responded to anything.
“I was reckless. I should have listened to you. I just had to be the hero, didn’t I? What do I get for it? You get hurt. I might as well have been the one to cast the spell.” Dorian speaks to himself. He doesn’t know why he does. Perhaps it’s some nervous coping mechanism o help him process and stay focused. Your wellbeing is his first priority. He’s afraid to move you more than he already has in case it does more harm. Can’t even trust himself not to make everything worse. It’s a downward spiral of negative thoughts and insecurities.
“You’d tell me to suck it up and deal with it.” He laughs shaking his head. “You’d tell me you love me and you forgive me. If I’m honest, I don’t think I could look you in the eye ever again if you can’t forgive me. It’ll take some time to work through but I’d hope to have you at my side still. I hope I’m still deserving of your love.” Dorian brushes your hair away from your face, waiting in solitude, trying to not let his mind wander. A few minutes pass.
Air fills your lungs, like you’ve been holding it all this time and you shoot up from your position. Between ragged breaths you take in your surroundings, until you see Dorian looking rather bewildered but happy no less. You throw your arms around him.
“You already summarised what I was going to say so I won’t bother to repeat the whole thing.” The smile in your voice is enough to ease Dorian’s mind just a bit. “I love you.”
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(Chetney)
Chetney has a somewhat shady past, things he doesn’t like to talk about. His ‘none of your business’ reply whenever he is asked about more in-depth personal matters usually does the trick and gets people to stop asking about his past. In reality it’s not privacy that keeps him from telling, sure it’s one of the reasons but he doesn’t want people the people he’s growing attached to to view him differently. With you in the picture; the first person he’s gotten close with, truly close with in a very long time, he’s begun thinking you deserve to know. He doesn’t want what you two share to be based on lies and secrets.
He spent weeks working up the courage to come clean about all the evils of his past, weeks and he was going to spill it all. You were sitting in the tavern, together, the others still out and about while you shared a drink conversing. Chetney was enthralled by you, your kindness, your smile, all of you, he almost forgot what he was going to say. You ordered another round. The drinks came in and he directed the conversation to where he needed it to go, slowly ease you into it but before he could continue you began coughing. You gasped for air as if none would fill your lungs. People panicked and jumped to your aid, himself included. You looked so scared, so completely and utterly frightened, begging for help until your head lulled back and your eyes closed. You were still alive but barely.
Knowing he couldn’t fix you, Chetney would personally gut whoever was responsible for this and when he saw that barkeep that served you try and sneak out, he gave chase. He hated leaving you behind but this is the best he could do. It’s needless to say that Chetney is good at what he does and he sniffed out the barkeep. An interrogation and some spillage of red later, Chetney returned. He knew what caused this, he had an antidote. You’d be safe. He had to move quick though. When he returned to the inn they’d brought you back to your room. The real barkeep said the healers had come and stabilised you but a cure would still be a ways out.
You lay in your bed, peacefully. There’s no pain on your face, no fear either and that’s a relief. Chetney jumps up on the bed, sitting on his knees beside you as he takes out the vial.
“You know, I never thought I’d fear losing someone as much as I fear losing you. Everything will be alright. I took care of that bastard. They won’t try that again. You’re safe now.” Chetney says as he brings the vial to your lips, pouring the contents down your throat. In the meantime he sits and waits for the antidote to take effect. It’s a rare feeling but he confidently feels good about watching over you. Sure, you can protect yourself just fine but knowing he was able to truly help you, make difference. He finally understands what you mean. Your eyes blink open and you groan. You focus on Chetney who sits in anticipation.
“Hey, Chetney. You were going to say something? Why are we in my room?” You ask confused but the look of glee on the man’s face distracts you plenty. You’ll get a lengthy explanation and can’t help but feel a little pride in what this woodcarver has done for you.
How would Fearne x Dorian x and Orym ask reader to be part of their polycule. All have felt connections to reader.
Awww!! A Cuddle Pile OT4
To be honest, they had been eyeing you for some time. Being the new member of the group and all drew some attention
Dorian and Orym quickly grew to like your easy-going nature, but also having no hesitation to help you out of a tough situation if someone was cussing trouble
Although, truth be told, it looked like you had a mean left and right hook
Fearne seemed a bit wary of you, but you taught her some new spells that make pick-pocketing a bit more discreet and she stared at you wide-eyed like “go on, tell me more 👀”
When the three of them approach you with their proposition, you’re flattered and touched. They trust you enough to be intimate and personal with them.
Despite your heart beating so rapidly, you accept and let them take charge at first since they’ve known each other longer
Over time, you feel so comfortable through and through with the three of them. Your beloved bard, fair Fae, and handsome halfling
Cuddled up so closely at night, you wouldn’t have it any other way
Oh. OH! Okay. I remembered my request, in case it's been yeeted into the void. I don't remember how it was worded, but I know the gist: Fearne x Reader. Fearne is falling in love with Reader. Fearne's confused because she doesn't really know much about love, and is being very soft and straight-forward. If she thinks something about the Reader, she'll say it, no matter where they are, who is around them, or what they're doing.
This turned into headcanons for some reason. Blame my brain. Hope you like it and sorry for the wait! 😘
(Fearne)
A strong bias in your favour has been something clear to Fearne from the beginning, though she always blamed it on the feeling accompanied with it; you’re like the trinkets she steals. You’re unique in your own way, precious, to be cherished and cared for. You deserve good things in life and whenever life deals you a shitty hand, Fearne finds herself try to sleight of hand those cards to better ones for you because nothing shines brighter than gold than you being happy. She supposes she would do the same for the others… to an extend but for you it’s always felt different. She can’t quite place it and she can’t very well ask her grandmother for advise.
Pieces started falling into place when she got knocked off her feet and you were the first to offer her a hand up. When she took it, the smooth of your skin felt so soft and the way the light hit behind you, it looked like you were glowing, she just had to say something and she didn’t even get the urge of stealing those trinkets you collected after the fight! The others looked at her strangely when she in very roundabout turns tried to tell you you looked pretty. The others might have chuckled but you just told her thank you and it was cute. Her chest felt all warm and fuzzy but not the kind of fuzzy like her ears.
Determined to get to the bottom of this fuzzy feeling she keeps getting every time you smile at her, tell her something nice or compliment her, Fearne tried to get into places of study but found no allowance for ‘non-students’ so she managed to steal a couple of books from around town. Not like anyone would miss them and even if they did, she needed them more! Maybe she’ll bring them back after the’s done? Who’s she kidding? She isn’t going to return those.
Warm cheeks, fever spikes, ache in the chest, tingling fingers, sensitivity, feelings. The medical books didn’t help very much. She’s not sick. But then she overheard someone talking about those symptoms she’s experiencing, something about a story. So she picked up the story, in her defence it was left unattended so how could she not have taken it? The story did reveal some things. Most of it was complete and utter nonsense. Who writes about a dragon turtle looking for its lover among a cult island anyway? But some things were pretty helpful.
That feeling to spend time with you, cherish you, do everything she can to make you happy; that’s affection. Those burning cheeks of hers and queasiness when you say something nice or smile at her; that’s a crush. That and the realisation that her life would be a whole lot more bleak without you in it; that’s something more. Is this what love feels like? And so Fearne keeps consulting that trashy romance novel with a decent amount of strangely specific smut to gain more clarity.
And the more she reads, the more she sees. It’s not like this is the one-sided affections like the dragon turtle (who’s a dick), but instead like the captain you blush too when his lover compliments her. And the book does describe the captain feeling ‘their heart melting in a burst of love’ so maybe you feel the same? She does hope your heart is not actually bursting though, because if so maybe it’s good she still has that book about medicine somewhere. Fearne decides she’ll just let it all out. Every time something comes up in her head she’ll just say it. You look pretty? She’ll tell you exactly how pretty you do, in detail, nothing left to the imagination. Do something badass or nice? She’ll be your hype woman. Someone bothering you? She’ll show them exactly how they deal with that in the Feywild.
The others have begun noticing and may have commented at first, to laughed, and they still do but Fearne’s proclamations are no longer brought in question itself. She thinks maybe she’s not so inconspicuous but why should she be? She likes you. You like her but how much? One way to find out; keep doing what the book does. Wait, how long does this book take place over? She doesn’t have the patience for that!
So Fearne, like all the compliments and little expressions of affection, blurts it out in a declaration of love; “You’re great and I think you’re lovely so how could I not be in love with you.” And so the world stops turning for a hot second, it’s almost like she’s stuck in the Feywild time warp in those moments but she knows she’s not because everyone goes silent and all eyes turn to you and her. Fearne’s heart sinks just a little when you don’t say anything but just look flabbergasted.
But then her worries die down when a red dusting forms on your cheeks, and your take a deep breath. That glimmering smile returns and you tell her the feeling is very much mutual. Fearne goes into a rambling about how the book about the sapphire lady and her captain lover goes on after the confession and it’s more of her asking the question if that’s what she has to go through because she doesn’t think she has it in her to form a cult but a flaming volcano sounds pretty fun so if you’re game so is she.
You suggest starting with a more simple date first. Dinner and some ‘window shopping’ sounds pretty neat and it’s right then Fearne truly feels it’s meant to be. Window shopping it is. And that’s just one date of the many to follow. You got plenty of plans, plenty of adventures to be had, and plenty of time to spend together and watch this thing between you two bloom into something beautiful.
Omg I just found your blog and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I read your 'post tumble in the hay' headcanons, could I get a pre version with the exu crew? Who would be nervous, excited, shy etc? Thankyou!
Thank you! I hope this one turned out to your liking! 😘
(Dorian)
Dorian gets awkward the moment he realises someone is actually flirting with him. It just sends shivers down his spine. That’s no different with you. He might say something flirty as a joke and when you quip back in an equally flirty manner he’ll be like a doe in the firelight.
If others notice and call him out he’ll tell them to shut up. He might find it within himself to make another comment to you, and if you return it slowly the awkward will fade and the smooth wordsmith will come alive. That’s enough to get the others to back off.
It’s a game to see who can push who over the edge first before either one of you intends to make good on promises made. Usually the others would have already left you to your own devices but if not, Dorian will be all awkward until you’re out of their sight. Once you no longer have an audience, he’s definitely not opposed to making you pay for your teasing.
(Orym)
Orym’s got major parent energy. That means kisses shared when ‘the kids’ aren’t looking, words spoken when others can’t hear that leave you flustered, and plenty more, the halfling has turned into a fine art. He’s not shy about it, in fact he takes pride in it. Rarely can you get him flustered like he does you when in company.
It’s in the small gestures it becomes clear Orym implies the wish for something more private. He’ll put his hand on your thigh, massaging soft circles into the flesh, just a little higher up than usual, sticking closer to your side whenever you’re on the move, ignore, brush aside or pass up on any tasks he or you are asked to do to give you both the free time.
When all is well and dealt with and no impending disasters loom above, outright obvious terms of endearment will be spoken, wandering hands and intimate kisses no longer need to be restrained for the sake of appearing like responsible adults. Instead you can fully indulge in what others might describe as the practices of horny lovesick young adults.
(Fearne)
Fearne misses a lot of social cues due to cultural differences. Among those are the ones expressing a desire for intimacy. It’s not necessarily boundary crossing or truly inappropriate, just different and less restricted than the majority of the customs of Exandria. Most of the times it’s just cute but sometimes you’ll have to rein her in when she gets carried away.
Be prepared for nuzzles and little nips at your neck and shoulders, arms wrapping around you pulling you into her lap. Fearne loves the little noises she can get you to make and the others will most definitely describe you as ‘that couple’ when you’re at it again. When those comments are vocalised and you tell her this might be a little too much, she’ll stop.
Though when you ask her to stop, hear ears will lay flat against her head and she’ll give you the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes. How could you say no to those? Besides it’s not like you’re not in the mood after the marks of her earlier ministrations making it none too obvious you fully consent. She’ll be giddy and mischievous upon your verbal agreement some alone time might be in order.
(Dariax)
Dariax has a certain bravado to upkeep. He’ll be all suave and a true charmer until it actually comes down to feelings. He doesn’t necessarily get awkward but might miss some cues at times. You’ll be sure to make it very obvious what your intend is and when he catches on, when in public that bravado is an act he feels the need to keep going.
Despite what he may pretend to be the dwarf doesn’t have as much experience to show for it. Sure he’s had his flings but this is different. He’ll let you take the lead and it’s very much a; push and push back dynamic. He doesn’t want to compromise his act and will totally pretend he’s just letting you play with him.
This dwarf has a heart of gold and it really shows. Once you break away from the watching eyes of the others he’ll check in with you, making sure you’re alright and if he didn’t push too far. Caresses and kisses will be very gentle. To him, you are like a treasure meant to be cherished.
(Opal)
Opal is a rather intimidating and physical individual. Regardless of the opportunity or mood she will not hesitate to have some kind of physical contact with you be that to simply have an arm draped over your shoulders or waist, holding hands, sit in your lap or you in hers. She loves brushing her fingers lightly along your skin.
Though, when Opal gets needy she retreats into her shell a bit more. Despite presenting herself as a confident badass she’s got many insecurities and a lot of them have to do with more intimate attachments and dependancies. She knows she can be a lot and she just wants to avoid being too much.
You’re one of the few people who can break through that shell and pull her back out. It may take some gentle teasing, endearing comments but eventually she’ll get there after positive reassurance you love her as is. With that confidence, despite the company she’ll up and pull you along. If anyone asks where you’re off too she will shout exactly what she’s planning. No filter.
"Post tumble in the hay" headcanons with the exandria unlimited party? (Only if you're comfortable with this request :))
Hope this turned out to your liking! 😘
(Dorian)
A warm summer’s day or night spent in the afterglow is a true blessing. The gentle breeze surrounding Dorian does wonders to cool your skin as you catch your breaths. Nearly any other environment than warm temperatures, make that cool breeze send shivers down your spine, cooling the veil of sweat across your body.
It’s exactly this why Dorian has grown to love baths even more. He’ll get up, run a bath and the two of you would just sit in each other’s arms, relaxing, cleaning, sometimes round two or three if either of you are in the mood, then back to rinsing the aftermath of sex off your bodies.
Nimble fingers make quick work of any muscle aches that may begin to rise and Dorian loves nothing more than the favour being returned. The one thing that makes him melt in your arms is when you gently massage his scalp, occasionally putting light pressure at the roots of his hair and running your fingers through the strands.
(Orym)
One word; cuddles. The gentleness in Orym nature really shines through. He loves nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and pull you close, running his fingers over sensitive skin barely touching at all, trails of sweet kisses following.
Alone time is a luxury on its own with the rowdy bunch he babysits and Orym will take every second he gets with you. If possible he’ll stretch that time spent with you whenever he can, knowing he might miss breakfast or risk a possible fire, a robbery or a fiery robbery… or several. It’s all worth it for you. He’ll deal with the aftermath later.
Orym, despite his usually calm exterior really tends to stress a lot so having those moments where you’re just together, undisturbed and can forget about the outside world mean the most to him. Words don’t need to be spoken but no matter when, where or how, physical contact in one shape or form is a habit neither of you feel like breaking.
(Fearne)
Fearne is big on talking. After coming down from your highs be prepared for endless compliments and praises, sweet nothings and alike. Returning the favour will definitely get the faun all flustered and make her heart melt.
Curled up together she likes nothing more than you brushing your fingers through her hair, getting rid of the tangles. Ears flatten against her head and it sends shivers down her spine as she’s prone to lean into the motions. She knows it’s a very mundane thing but it’s exactly that what grounds her to this world and prevents her mind from wandering off into the wilds.
Truly peaceful and quiet sleep is a rare commodity for Fearne but simply laying beside you or in each others arms basking in the comfort both physically and mentally lulls her off to sleep if she does not make an effort to stay awake. She claims you keep the violent wildfires and Spider Queen at bay like her own personal guardian watching over her.
(Dariax)
Side by side catching breaths, Dariax is not the kind of lover to engage in physical affection after. Not because he does not enjoy it but at times your fingers moving across his skin, or your arms around him is just too much and sends him into sensory overload. You’ve gotten him to stop apologising for this after assuring him it’s quite alright.
Laying face to face on your sides you’ll just talk going over the events of the day, things you’ve experienced, anything you feel like. And slowly, Dariax will take initiative, moving a little closer, running his fingers over your arm, entwining your fingers until you’re in each other’s embrace. As the aversion to touch subsides, he likes nothing more than to be close to you.
In these moments he loves to hear your laughter and will do anything to make you smile, telling stories of how he made a fool of himself but there’s one thing he likes as much if not more than that and that’s his ability to get you all flustered. It’s become a little game you’re happy to engage in and some of these quips are definitely not suitable for other company to hear.
(Opal)
Opal tends to get energised after sex. Not quite the bouncing up and down like a child having had too much sugar but the productive kind of energised. She might not be the best at it but she’ll drag you along to the kitchen or whatever space equally suited to make some food regardless of the time of day.
If she refuses to let you help, she’ll have you sit on the counter and every time she needs to pass by you, around you or ask you to hand her something she will not miss an opportunity to brush her hands over your thigh and lean in to kiss you wherever is most convenient. Food has been abandoned and nearly burned a place or two down when round two was in order but luckily albeit late, you noticed and took care of the fire before it could do damage.
Energy will drop after and if the food is edible and not burned to a crisp, she’ll not so inconspicuously suggest wanting to head back to your sleeping arrangements. Less than gracious she’ll plop down and when you join her she loves to wrap her arms around your mid section, head on your stomach as she falls asleep. Do not dare tell her she snores.
