I am so rusty I feel ashamed. Ugh. Not to mention I have not been able to to have time to listen to any Critical Role podcast/game *le sigh*
So in conclusion to that: Slight spoilers for The Mighty Nein animated series, I have probably over 1000 inaccuracies compared to the campaign because I haven't watched it, but I hope this is still readable..?
Uh, my oc is called Sylvia Songdrop. She's a Changeling Monster Slayer. Her backstory is here. The spirit of simp possessed me to write this, but the potential presence of Ashley Johnson terrifies me.
Smut. Idk, I got a thing for pathetic wizards and wanting to top them only to find out they're a switch.
So, anyways, have my oc x a canon character as I cry in knowing that oc x canon aren't popular at all and that I probably fucked this up ok goodnight.
Word Count: 4319
Warnings: Unprotected sex (irresponsible don't do that folks), switch! Caleb, switch!OC, this is an OC x canon character so we dying with shame folks, p in v, marking, oral (f!receiving) , too much kissing, plot all over, uhhhh missionary, cowgirl, gods-awful level dirty talk ( I have no game irl can you tell I'm a virgin)... yeah. Lemme know if there's more.
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“CALEB!” Sylvia and Nott ran after him, finding him burning the tree and causing a hellfire around the tree. Seeing Caleb barely reacting, Sylvia reacts first, nocking an arrow and firing it at Caleb, piercing his hand. Then, she casts silence.
“YOU JUST SHOT HIM!” Nott screeches at her.
“Doesn’t matter; I’ll heal it later.” Sylvia runs closer to Caleb, seeing him hold his hand, tears running down his cheeks, before he passes out.
She catches him just as he falls, looking down at his forearms in shock, eyes wide, heart racing.
Her mouth instantly dries up, her breaths becoming shakier, colder, imitating the taste of blood.
“He’s…he’s a Volstrucker,” Sylvia whispers under her breath, whilst Nott picks and cradles Caleb’s head in her smaller lap.
Sylvia, fighting back the urge to snarl, picks Caleb over her shoulders as they make their way back to the small lodge, holding back her tears of frustration. She feels her lower lashline gather with stinging drops of tears, but in her rage, she holds them back.
Nott is next to her as they make it back, when Mollymauk, Beauregard and Jester make their way up to them. “Is he alright?”
Sylvia doesn’t answer, her jaw tightening as she continues walking. Beau turns to her. “What happened out there?”
“Let the damned fucker tell you when he wakes up,” Sylvia snaps back, glaring at Beau, who glares back. “The fuck was that-”
Mollymauk reaches for Beau, nodding at her to back off, before matching Sylvia’s speed. “What’s going on, love?”
“Don’t, Molly…not now,” Sylvia whispers, her voice barely a breath, and Mollymauk locks in instantly.
He doesn’t press further - at least, not yet. He knows she hates showing tears among many people. Hell, she can’t cry in front of others that aren’t so close to her.
Dropping Caleb’s body into a bed, Sylvia lets the rest tend to him, while heading out again.
“Where are you going?” Jester asks in a small voice.
“Hunting. The only fucking thing I can do in this place,” Sylvia lowly responds, before walking off and out. Molly grabs her hand when she reaches the door, gently trying to bring sense to her.
“I…I need a minute, Molly. Please…I’ll be back unharmed.”
Mollymauk sighs, nodding his head and letting her go.
*****
Despite killing the devil toad, she couldn’t look at him.
How could she? He never told anyone he was a Volstrucker.
But then again, Sylvia never told anyone other than Mollymauk that her parents were murdered by Volstruckers.
She was out that night, after having a disagreement with her parents, only to come back later that night to find the house in flames, hiding among the trees only to see hooded figures -Volstruckers- escaping the burning house.
Once they were gone, she could still hear their screams. She remembers clawing through the logs, splintering and cutting open her fingers.
There was blood. So much blood on her hands.
She remembers reaching for her father and mother, trying to help them out, when the house collapsed in on itself, and Sylvia was practically thrown back.
The screams that became silent. Just the crackles of fire remaining.
And a young changeling’s screams of mourning.
That same changeling, who, now taking her birth form and leaving her skin pearlescent, silvery white, with meshy white eyes and brown-ish indigo hair, slowly stalks the forest.
She finds her prey, pulling back the bowstring, the moonlight barely reaching her and making her seem like part of the natural wildlife.
She fires, killing the herbivore with a devastating arrow to the skull.
She makes her way over, grabbing it gently, and grabbing it and using it for all its worth.
She sighs, brushing back a strand of her hair behind her ear, gathering as much as she can in her sack for camp supplies and potentially to use its horns and bones for items to sell.
Looking down at the blood on her scarred fingertips and gloved hands, she gets a momentary reminder of back when she was still a child, when she tried to save her mother.
That inhumane shriek of a sob that had escaped her then…had it not been for Mollymauk and the Fletching & Moondrop Carnival of Curiousities, she certainly would’ve died.
The broken sob that escapes her lips now makes her shudder, closing her eyes as she leans forward, crying and leaning onto the corpse. She let out a wail, shuddering as she feels disgust, turning to the side to throw up violently.
How could she even work with a Volstrucker and not try to kill him?
Fuck that, how could she even dare to have a fucking crush on a Volstrucker? This goes against everything she has known till now.
She sobs alone, wailing in utter anguish, clinging onto herself.
She sobs and sobs, before looking at the sky.
Stars. Stars sparkling fondly down at her.
She remembers when her and her father used to stargaze.
She shivers again, before gathering as many resources from the corpse as she can before burying it.
She passes by a small stream, using the clean water to cover and wipe her eyes.
She walks to the shack, shivering, before taking the form of a human.
She hates when people ask questions for her changeling abilities. Of course, they know she can change, but to Sylvia? Showing her changeling form is strangely intimate, something only people close to her can do. Like Mollymauk.
She thinks back to when she and Caleb were talking alone for a while, when she only showed him her eyes.
How could she have been so stupid? How could she be vulnerable around this shit-walking Volstrucker?
“Ugh,” Sylvia groans, before walking into the shack.
Everyone is sleeping. She turns to the room where she had last left Caleb. Molly is sleeping in the same room.
Sylvia can’t help but hold her shortsword and walk up to Caleb’s unconscious form, digging the blade almost against his jugular.
Tears form in her eyes, the urge to kill overwhelming…she holds his hair, preparing to dig it deep to draw blood…
He’s still unconscious.
Sylvia has a maddening look in her eyes. A look of desperation and anger.
One Caleb himself had earlier…
She would’ve done it…she would’ve killed Caleb…
Had Mollymauk not woken up and dragged her off of Caleb, walking out of the room with her. “Have you gone mental?”
“He’s a Volstrucker! He’s one of them!” Sylvia whisper-argues.
“Does that mean you have to be the one that ends him?” Mollymauk counters in a whisper, holding her by the shoulders.
Sylvia lets out a guttural sob again, dropping the blade, tears falling freely, hyperventilating, before Mollymauk holds her close, cooing her softly, letting her relax in his embrace.
Sylvia reverts to her changeling form with the white skin and mesh eyes as she clings to Mollymauk, and he holds her by her face. “He wasn’t the one who killed them.”
“What makes you so sure?” Sylvia whispers brokenly. Mollymauk sighs. “I…I just know it can’t be him.”
Sylvia just cries in Mollymauk’s arms.
***
By the time Caleb wakes up, everyone else is awake.
Mollymauk enters the room with Caleb, and he speaks up, but it’s clear Sylvia has no interest in his words.
She has her scarf and hood up, glaring out the window.
“Before we travel anywhere, got some food last night. Feast away,” Sylvia says after a while.
She doesn’t spare a glance at Caleb, though she still holds her shortsword close to her.
***
The journey to Zadash is silent. Sylvia doesn’t speak at all. She stays next to Mollymauk, glaring at the road.
“...I want him to die,” she whispers to Mollymauk.
“He didn’t kill them…” Molly reminds her.
She sighs. “I know…but…he’s still one of them.”
The second they reach Zadash, as they walk together, Caleb reaches for Sylvia. “Are you alright?”
Sylvia monotonously replies. “I’m fine.”
“...nein, I can tell you’re not.” Caleb reaches out and gently holds her forearm. “...please, talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Sylvia replies, glaring at Caleb. Caleb falters, before his brows furrow. “...Sylvia…”
“Forget about it,” Sylvia scoffs. Caleb looks after her as she walks ahead, like a kicked puppy.
*****
Taking up the Gentleman’s offer, the Mighty Nein reach through to the mines, and Sylvia stays close to Mollymauk.
Despite knowing of their close bond, Caleb narrows his eyes. Fuck, he feels this…emptyness. He knows Mollymauk and Sylvia are close, but just recently Sylvia had been opening up to him, showing him affection. He wants it back…
Leaving Mollymauk, Nott, Jester and Fjord down, Sylvia climbs after Caleb and Beauregard.
She keeps her distance from Caleb, with Caleb directing Beau on where to hop to reach the ship.
When Beau misses an invisible platform, Sylvia gasps. “BEAU!”
She watches with relief as Beau climbs up, when both women turn to Caleb. “The fuck was that for, Caleb!?”
Caleb focuses his eyes on Beauregard. “Where did you run off to earlier?”
Sylvia almost tunes out the conversation, holding back the urge to kill Caleb. Her fingers twitch and itch to her shortsword.
Until Beauregard mentions trying to take down Trent Ikithon.
Sylvia snaps her head to Beauregard, breath hitching imperceptibly. Eventually, Caleb gives the exact coordinates again for Beau to hop to the other side, giving them a bridge. Sylvia sights, walking before Caleb. It’s obvious and Sylvia sighs, helping around before Caleb whispers. “You…you hate Trent Ikithon too, I presume?”
Sylvia remains silent, when Caleb holds her hand. “Please…talk to me.”
“...What do you want me to say? I worship the guy? I’d rather worship the person who isn’t me that kills him.” Sylvia scoffs. “...I’ve trained my whole life to battle against spellcasters…may it be those that study magic, those that pray, those that play and those that are born with it. I don’t care about the origin, I care about how it’s used. And because of you and the other fucking Volstrucker, I have to be what I am currently.”
“Which is..?” Caleb narrows his eyes.
“...fucking Volstruckers killed my parents and I couldn’t save them! My parents were killed by wizards of Trent Ikithon!” Sylvia finally breaks, glaring and ready to kill Caleb. “YOUR PEOPLE!”
“They’re not my ‘people’ anymore!” Caleb argues, the entire argument igniting further, before Beau snaps them out of it. “C’mon! You’ll have enough time to argue further!”
Sylvia scoffed, joining Beau down to the rest, where they started a fight with the guards and the giant golems.
********
It was a welcoming break once they returned, only for the group to disperse.
Sylvia was about to be on her way with Mollymauk, when Caleb calls out, asking her to stay for just a moment. Just to talk.
Before Sylvia can answer, Mollymauk intervenes. “Absolutely! You know where to find me, love! See you soon!”
He whispers in Sylvia’s ear. “Don’t cut out his tongue - just talk and see what he has to say.”
Walking with Caleb to the inn room, Nott not in sight. Sylvia sighs. “What. Caleb? What is it you want-”
She freezes, seeing Caleb darken the room, closing all windows, before he casts dancing lights into the room.
Looking up, Sylvia notices that with magic, Caleb has recreated some of Sylvia’s favourite constellations. “I-...what’s this..?”
“An apology…for fucking up everything.” Caleb admits.
Sylvia sighs. “You didn’t fuck up…I should’ve told you…besides, I tried to kill you in your sleep. AND I shot your hand.”
“I…I won’t lie, I deserved that,” Caleb admits, before gently cupping Sylvia’s cheek - wait, when did he get that close?
The dancing lights slowly bounce and actually dance around them, leaving their form as constellations.
Relying on Caleb’s lack of darkvision and the somewhat darkness, Sylvia lets herself loose.
She closes her eyes as she lets her actual form surface, and Caleb…he fucking smiles.
“Beautiful,” Caleb whispers to her. She blushes, despite knowing that no colour will appear. “I…I had the rare case of being brunette. Otherwise as you can see I’m mostly pale and shitty looking-”
“Did you not hear me when I said you’re beautiful?” Caleb whispers with a fascinated glint in his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Sylvia shivers, before she feels Caleb gently undoing her scarf. “May I?”
She nods her head, before it slips off from around her neck. She looks up at Caleb, the lights fluttering and giving a romantic atmosphere.
He leans in slowly, and Sylvia meets him halfway, pressing her lips to his.
She shivers, cupping his stubbled cheeks, thumbs rubbing over his rough skin as Caleb holds her close, like a lifeline.
When they pull back, the lights show the desperation and need, the raw affection and love in his blue eyes. The lights make him even more stunning to Sylvia, before they kiss again.
This time, however, clothing is ripped off.
Clothing, bandages…
Sylvia gently removes and unwraps Caleb’s bandages, kissing along the skin as she maintains eye contact. She sees how he shivers, skin covered in goosebumps. She kisses his fingertips, going down to his palm, then up his forearm. Her eyes remain on his, noticing how his pupils enlarge, a ring of blue barely visible.
She notices his breath hitching, the way he’s trembling under her touch.
She closes her eyes as his free hand brushes her hair back in a fond caress, showing his own affection.
The kisses slowly reach up his bicep, up to his neck, before Caleb shudders, pulling back as he focuses on her eyes. His hands hold hers, before gently bringing them higher up until he’s sweetly cupping her cheeks.
Scars exposed. Freshly exposed. Sylvia shivers, with Caleb pulling her towards the bed, their mouths clashing, all teeth and tongue.
Sylvia shivers as Caleb moans at her soft bites, before she looks up at him desperately.
Looking down at her hands, Caleb kisses along the scarred, bubbly and faint silvery lines on her skin.
They fall onto the mattress, with Sylvia on top. Caleb frees her hair from the messy braid as she nibbles and bites the skin of his neck, gasping as his hands grab her by her thighs, tugging her into his lap. She shivers, pulling back and looking into his eyes. Caleb pulls himself and her up against the headboard, one hand leaving her thigh to brace her lower back, pulling her close and returning the favour, biting her shoulder and leaving his own lovebites.
Their scarred skin rubs against the other’s, with Sylvia gasping and slowly grinding down.
She closes her eyes, and Caleb gasps as she grinds against him on his lap. “I- hah…”
“No talking, wizard,” Sylvia replies, cupping his cheeks and kissing him again.
Her hands run down his chest, feeling his skin against hers. She shivers, and so does he.
She feels Caleb gently tugging her by her hair and pulling her back, attaching his lips along her jugular. She moans softly as he leaves more love bites down her body, along her clavicles, before trailing his lips lower, down to the swell of her breast. He can’t help but bury his face against her cleavage, against her breasts, tentatively licking.
Sylvia gasps, her fingers tangling up in Caleb’s hair as he kisses the soft mound, his lips finally finding her nipple and licking it. She jolts, and Caleb smiles softly, wrapping his lips around the bud and softly, gently, sucking.
She’s perfect to him. She’s perfect for him. She’s perfect.
Caleb keeps his hands against her upper back, keeping her in place. His eyes focus on her facial reactions, noticing her shaky gulps of air, the way her skin gets covered in goosebumps and twitches, the way her eyes are closed as she clings onto him for sanity.
“Caleb…” she moans softly, making Caleb’s hard-on throb against her thigh. She shivers, nuzzling against the crown of his head as she gasps softly.
Caleb gently runs his hands up and down her back, nails gently raking her skin. He lets out a soft chuckle against her breast as she whines. He looks up at her with a teasing smirk, admiring her flustered face. “Quite the lovely sound…makes me wonder if I can pull out more from these gorgeous lips of yours? Or maybe some other sounds…more of the, well - wet - kind, hm?”
Sylvia huffs, cheeks red as she shakes her head, pinning Caleb again against the headboard, swallowing his chuckle into the kiss as he flips them over, pinning her under him, before switching to the other breast to latch on.
Sylvia looks down at Caleb, gently guiding his face back to hers, when Caleb stops, just admiring her. His eyes are warm, loving, full of lust but full of yearning too.
“...you’re stunning.” Caleb breathes out. Her hair plastered over the pillow messily, her lips swollen from making out, her pearlescent skin covered in dark spots on her neck, her white eyes…ever so perfect…despite lacking a visible pupil, Caleb can read her. He can read every small sign from her.
He sees her deeper than just her exterior and skills. He sees how she has softened for him. How she is just as affectionate and protective over him as he is of her.
Yes, it’s taken a while, but it still is worth it. It’s worth every moment that has led them here.
Sylvia blushes. “What, wizard? You’re staring.”
“Aren’t rangers supposed to be quiet and stealthy?” Caleb teases, before leaning down and kissing her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth, practically laying on her.
Sylvia shivers, closing her eyes and burying her face into Caleb’s shoulder, gasping softly as he grinds his hips against hers. She shivers and trembles, her legs wrapping around Caleb’s hips as his left hand props himself up, whilst his right hand goes down to her core, finding her utterly soaked.
Caleb moans into her mouth. “All for me?”
Sylvia bites his shoulder in retaliation. “Don’t make me -ah- cast silence on you…” she threatens with a whine as Caleb rubs his forefinger along her slit, pulling back to nuzzle her cheekbone, admiring her soft gasps, the scrunch of her nose, her closed eyes, her parted lips, her eyebrows pinched together.
“Caleb…Caleb please…”
“Shhh, shh sh sh,” Caleb whispers, mouthing at her earlobe. “I’ll take care of you…I promise.”
Sylvia whines, her nails digging into his back before Caleb slowly goes down, kissing along her body, enjoying the small softness of her tummy, nuzzling the pliant flesh, before he gets down lower between her legs, gently kissing her inner thighs, pausing just above the crease to leave a few more bite marks and hickeys on the delicate skin there.
She shivers, whimpering and whining as she runs her fingers through his hair.
His stubble scratches her skin deliciously, with Caleb licking at her puffy lower lips, leaving delightful sensations of small burns between her legs as he gently, testingly, licks at her entrance. He then gives a long lick, making her jolt. She gasps, gripping at her hair.
Caleb groans softly, smiling as he finds her clit peeking out from under its hood, instantly latching onto it. His fingers prod gently at her opening, slowly easing her up before slipping a finger inside of her, relishing her taste and her sweet, sweet moans.
“Ah, Caleb…!” Sylvia gasps, whining softly, while Caleb eats her out, slow and calculated, teasing, a twinkle in his eyes as he shows his control over her.
Sylvia whines, arching her back the second Caleb brushes her g-spot with the ‘come hither’ curl of his fingers.
“Caleb! please…I-oh that feels so good!” Sylvia whines, moaning louder. “Shit…shit shit shit shit Caleb, I-I’m so close…please..!”
She moans out louder as Caleb eats her out eagerly, helping her reach that high. She feels the coil burst, like fireworks, like the dancing lights in the room which only seemed to enhance the intimate and romantic atmosphere. She fists his hair tightly as she climaxes into his mouth, meanwhile Caleb just slurps up her juices, looking up as her juices still drip down his chin.
Sylvia shivers, laying back against the pillows, before she brings Caleb up for a kiss, flipping them over so she can sink down on his erect shaft, giving a few pumps to keep him up and erect.
Caleb shivers, pressing his forehead to her clavicle as he holds her by the hips. “Fuck…fuck so…ahhh!”
Muttering a few curses in Zemnian, Caleb looks up to see Sylvia waiting for the go sign, all the while admiring his flustered face the same he had done to her moments prior. Caleb gently guides her down onto his shaft, to which both he and Sylvia shiver.
Sylvia gasps loudly, closing her eyes as she trembles and clings to him, whining as Caleb whispers sweet nothings, easing her, leaving open mouthed kisses on her skin.
And fuck…she fit like a glove.
She shivers as Caleb runs his hands over her body, before he lays back against the pillows, as Sylvia sets the pace, eyes closed, hands braced on his shoulders, and she rides him with no restraint.
It has Caleb choking, practically begging for mercy as his hands leave her hips and reach her thighs, covered in stretchmarks higher up, but still thick and strong enough to lift a lot.
He curses again in Zemnian, head thrashing as Sylvia rides him harder, setting the pace completely, utterly devoted and obsessed with Caleb. “Fuck…you’re so perfect…ahhh…”
She shivers, slowly losing the pace. Not for any other reason other than the fact that she doesn’t remember the last time she’s had sex at all, and she, despite her strong legs, feels them still shaking after her first orgasm by his mouth.
She whines, opting to grind against him for a while, with Caleb groaning, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he closes his eyes and flips them over.
Sylvia yelps, before wrapping her limbs around Caleb’s body, who begins to thrust in with the same pace she had initially set.
She moans, and Caleb groans with her, gasping for air as he leans his forehead against hers, continuing to pump deep into her as they search for their peaks together, desperate, hungry, but filled with promise and love.
Sylvia drags her nails down his back, leaving bright red marks, while Caleb has one hand on her hips and the other hiking her thigh higher on his waist, eager to thrust in deeper.
The room echoes with the sound of skin smacking skin, with the heavy scent of sex and sweat and other bodily fluids, emitting heat from their very beings as they continue their lovemaking.
Sylvia’s walls clench and begin to milk Caleb eagerly, the coil winding in her gut once more, this time with more pressure than before that only grows with each thrust, clenching down as Caleb’s hand leaves her thigh to circle and apply gentle pressure to her clit, feeling her nearing the edge.
“With me, darling, please…with me. Cum with me…”
Sylvia looks into Caleb’s disheveled state, his loving and lustful eyes, and she lets go.
Meanwhile, the coil in Caleb’s lower back also snaps, and whilst Sylvia enters her climax and her walls eagerly, rhythmically clench on his shaft, Caleb gasps, kissing her as he fills her with his seed, prolonging their orgasms by still rocking gently into her, easing her slowly down from their combined highs.
Their kisses, even after sex, still convey their love for each other, their desperation for each other.
“Caleb…” Sylvia whispers.
“Not now…just…let us have this. Please,” Caleb begs, cupping her cheeks as he presses his forehead to hers. Sylvia nods her head, closing her eyes as well, her hands leaving his scratched up back to hold him by his wrists, promising softly.
“Caleb…I’ll always be here for you.” Sylvia begins, “I won’t ever leave. I hope we get as many moments like this as we dream of.”
“We will,” Caleb promises.
A few hours later, both of them clean up, with them having switched their scarves without realizing it, and Caleb heads out. He returns with a bottle of alcohol, setting it on the night stand a little before a certain small goblin walks into the room.
Nott walks in, pissed. “You left me.”
“I…brought a fresh bottle,” Caleb says to Nott, standing up. Sylvia doesn’t comment, knowing that this wasn’t her conversation.
“Hmmm… I’m listening,” Nott says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I am so sorry,” Caleb says. “You asked for a friend, but I abandoned you. I am selfish, and I think…maybe I am broken.”
Sylvia looks at Caleb with a heartbroken expression, standing next to him to hold his hand. Caleb squeezes her hand in response. “But for a brief moment, you and the others made me forget who I really am. And perhaps if we all leave the empire, give up on revenge…we could try to find some peace again. After danger.”
Nott smiles. “That’s a nice idea. But…I was thinking kind of the opposite, actually,” she says as she faces the door again.
“Huh?” Sylvia furrows her brows, while Nott speaks up. “Let’s be muhfucking heroes.” She smiles over her shoulder.
Caleb stares with wide eyes before he contemplates the idea. “A filthy wizard and a goblin thief, and a changeling ranger.”
Caleb and Nott look at Sylvia, and Sylvia smiles. “Doesn’t sound half bad…”
“But what could the three of us do?” Caleb asks softly.
“Oh nonononono! Not three!” Nott smiles and opens the door.
Sylvia steps back as Jester hurls herself to hug Caleb, the changeling smiling as Mollymauk raises an eyebrow, before throwing a knowing smirk at her neck, leaving Sylvia flustered.
Jester chuckles as she pulls back, while Nott smiles. “Nein.”
Caleb, with wide eyes, smiles in delight, knowing he’s not alone as the group is reunited once more.
