#occtis tachonis x reader

[tachonisfamilysimp]

Occtis Tachonis who can't stop nervous babbling once he's in bed with you.

He's finally able to touch you like he always dreamed of- reverently touching you and studying your reactions, eager to learn what you like.

And the whole time he can't stop muttering under his breath about how soft your skin is and how good it feels to touch you and how much he loves the sounds you make.

It's more observations than dirty talk but it's so uniquely Occtis that you can't help but adore it.

[your-local-eldritch-horror05]

Late Night Talks

Occtis Tachonis x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is my very first fanfic and I wanted to write something for Critical Role. There’s not enough /reader fanfic for CR in general. This was a quick work that bounced into my head. Warning: I am not a good writer lol but I wanted to get this idea out of my head and share it. Dialogue isn’t a strong suit of mine. Apologies if there are grammar mistakes!

Also, at least have watched past Episode 4 of Campaign 4!

Word Count: 1.2k

The past few days have been….awful. The execution of Thjazi Fang, a man you looked up to, now gone. The slaughter of the Royce and Davinos houses. Occtis’ death and revival. And most recently, leaving Dol-Makjar entirely. The city you lived in all your life. Not to say you haven’t traveled but it’s making you anxious leaving Hal and the others behind. The group consists of you, Aranessa Royce, Thaisha Lloy, Vaelus of the Mournwood, Occtis Tachonis, and Julien Davinos. You get along well with all of them, but are tempted to smother Julien in his sleep.

You and this group of misfits you found yourself with are heading to check on other Royce relatives. You remember Aranessa said you’re heading to a town called, Riesingürtle. She said something about one of their caravans possibly being stopped there since it never arrived to Dol-Makjar. The Tachonis’ have taken away so much. And trying to uncover their motives is quite difficult.

But, you still have a ways to go, and are currently staying in an inn on the Dvalmar Pass. It’s been hard to sleep, plagued by nightmares and your mind filled with worries of what can go wrong. You sit by the window, staring out at the starry sky. Everyone’s asleep but Vaelus, who doesn’t sleep just meditates, and Occtis, who no longer sleeps due to being undead. Occtis, your best friend, has been a bit distant. He did die, after all, and is now what they call a Hollow One. You imagine being brutally murdered by your own brother and then coming back to ‘life’ might fuck with your head a bit.

Your gaze occasionally falls onto him. He sits quietly in the corner, gazing into the room’s fireplace, absentmindedly running his fingers through Pincushion’s fur, who is currently snuggled up in his lap. The fire flickers over Occtis’ gaunt face, his olive skin paler now. His green eyes now holding a supernatural glow. He mutters quietly to himself, a quirk he has. You want to talk to him, but your mind weighs heavy with everything that has happened, and you haven’t had the chance to have a conversation with him. You suspect Occtis isn’t doing well either. He’s always kept to himself. Though he seems so far away now.

After a while, he seems to sense your intermittent glances and meets your eyes. He gives you a soft, yet anxious, smile before setting Pincushion aside, who runs to sit on Vaelus’ lap instead. Occtis then shuffles towards you, grabbing a blanket before draping it around your shoulders and sitting next to you. Your shoulders relax a bit, as he tends to have that effect on you.

“You should sleep. I haven’t seen you rest for more than an hour since we left Dol-Makjar.” Occtis says, his voice quieter than it usually is, not wanting to wake the others, but it’s still just as soft as it always is.

“‘M not tired. Besides, I can’t sleep without seeing Thjazi being executed. Or you torn apart on that table.” You murmur, keeping your gaze to the stars. Occtis is quiet for a moment, fidgeting with his fingers. You used to find comfort with him beside you, and don’t get it wrong, you still do. But you don’t hear his steady breaths anymore. It’s unsettling. And you know if you rest your head on his chest, you won’t hear his heartbeat because it’s gone. His heart was ripped out by his own brother. Under all those clothes is a poorly stitched wound that no healing spell or potion can fix. You have half a mind to help him stitch it. That stuff doesn’t gross you out as much as it used to. But you know he won’t let you get anywhere near it, fearing you’ll see him differently.

The distance and silence between you two seems to get to you and you finally lean into Occtis’ side. He tenses a bit, having not expected it, before relaxing after a few seconds. You know he worries that you find him repulsive, which is far from the truth. His body feels the same, though now cold. He has that familiar scent of frankincense, something uniquely him, and a hint of formaldehyde.

“I’m sorry we haven’t had the chance to talk. It’s a bit hard to have a one-on-one while traveling. And there’s…uhm, been a lot on my mind. How have you been holding up?” Occtis inquires, breaking the silence, albeit quietly.

“I should be asking you that. I’m not the one who died and came back.” You respond, glancing up at him, taking in his gaunt features and pale skin. He meets your gaze before glancing away, never able to hold eye contact for long periods of time.

“Well, I..uh, asked you first. You’re obligated to answer. Those are the rules.” He retorts, his lips quirking up ever so slightly to show he’s trying to be lighthearted. You let out a huff of amusement and indulge him in answering.

“Not well. I watched the man I looked up to die. Then watched the Royce and Davinos families get slaughtered. Then saw you dead on a table with your chest cut open and your heart missing. Now we’re far from home, trying to pick up pieces of everything. So many questions and so far, no answers,” you sigh “It’s just…so much.”

Occtis doesn’t respond for a long moment so you reach up and cup his cheek, pulling his gaze back to you, not wanting him to get lost in those thoughts of his. If he was still able to, he’d be blushing. You always had a talent for leaving him a blushing, flustered mess. Not that it’s a hard thing to do.

“I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back. I was a wreck when I saw you on that table. Though I can’t imagine how you’re feeling.” You whisper as if telling him a secret. Occtis swallows nothing, his mouth is dry and absent of saliva.

“It’s, uhm, hard to explain. I am aware of my body. I can feel it pressing down on me like I’m wearing my flesh. And the lack of breathing is hard to get used to. I find myself not thinking about it and then realize I’m not doing it. There’s always that panic for a split moment which causes me to gasp for air, though I don’t need it anymore. It’s…it’s unpleasant.” Occtis admits, finding himself leaning into your touch before stopping himself and pulling away, much to your displeasure. You let your hand fall with a sigh and go back out to looking out the window at the stars. Your mind briefly thinks of the Halovars and their bullshit religion you’re 100% sure they made up. Getting their power from the cosmos. ‘The Light’ is a joke.

You stay leaning against Occtis, who has wrapped the blanket around you more, and adjusted you to be more comfortable; not so subtly trying to get you to sleep. Unfortunately, it starts to work. You find your eyelids drooping and soon you slip into a fitful rest, though comforted by the fact that Occtis is watching over you.

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You wake up the next morning, seeing that Occtis hasn’t moved and Pincushion has settled in your lap, asleep in a little ball. You’re slow to move away from Occtis as your gaze sweeps the room, letting yourself wake. You quickly you catch the eye of Thaisha who’s giving you a knowing grin and two thumbs up.

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Notes: TYSM for reading! I posted this to Ao3 first and I’m trying to figure out the best format on how to post on Tumblr. I have another fic on Ao3 I plan on posting here as well. I want to start writing more, especially for Occtis. Maybe some of the Mighty Nein as well. I really like Critical Role guys lol.

Anyway, here’s some fanart I drew last year after finishing Campaign 2 as a treat for reading my bad writing 🥰

[vanillinwrites]

Could I pretty please get some headcannons about Occtis x gender neutral reader? Maybe where they were childhood friends, and he sees them as the only one who really cared about him?

Occtis with childhood friend reader--

Maybe your parents knew his parents, and your friendship was an arranged thing. Your parents introduced the two of you at a young age, and you hit it off immediately. 

Occtis has always been a shy boy, even more so as a child, so it was likely you were more outgoing than him. 

If you are, occtis is happy to have someone he can talk to, he's glad that you befriended him. He takes comfort in how different you are from him. To  him, you’re so outgoing and bright, and he’s so gloomy and dark, but he can’t help but want to be around you. 

Occtis gets somewhat jealous when you spend time with others- not the angry type of jealous, but the sad kind. The kind that makes him wonder if he's losing you. He always feels like he’s not good enough for you, and seeing you interact with others furthers that feeling immensely- because why would you ever choose him?

But he could never lose you- he's your best friend, you'd never leave him behind. No matter who your friends with or how many friends you have, occtis is always your best friend. He’s dear to your heart, the one person you hold closer than anyone. 

And if you're more shy than him, he doesn't mind. It's nice to be understood, and he's always a little proud when he can stand up for you or help you. If you're both mild types, you can find comfort in each other, knowing someone understands you. 

Either way, it's likely you went to the penteveral too, and you were his only source of comfort there before he had pin. He’s never been close with his family- they think he’s weak, a disappointment, a mistake- but you look at him and really see him. You care for him even when his own family wont, and he loves you for it. Occtis doesn't have many friends other than you, but finds he minds that less and less with age. You're someone who truly understands him, and he knows that's no small thing. 

He isn't a very clingy friend, but he's secretly grateful if you are. He'd hate to look needy, but he does enjoy your company and feels lonely without you. He can’t help but want you near, but he won't say so, which could potentially make you feel like you care for him more than he does for you- if you somehow fail to notice how gentle he is with you. He can be witty and biting with others, but with you he’s always so gentle and relaxed, closer to happy than he’s ever felt. 

If you're a spellcaster like him, you have that in common and he loves to help you with magic. While magic isn't innate to him, he has a good understanding of it and would be an amazing teacher or study partner. If you have a spellbook, he loves to compare books with you- gently turning through the pages and seeing what your magic looks like on paper. If you have a familiar, your familiar and pincushion have little play-dates. If you cast spells through some kind of focus, occtis can’t help but think of it as precious; a symbol of you. 

If you’re more martial combat focused, trained with weapons and armor, occtis is silently amazed by you, amazed how you can be his best friend in the entire world and still be so different from him. He’ll watch you train, and while he doesn’t have much input to give, he finds it makes his heart race to see you move. You’re so amazing, so strong, so fast. 

No matter what, it’s inevitable that he starts to fall in love with you. 

How could he not, when you’re so perfect and dear to him, always at his side and always there for him and always caring about him when no one else does. He’s not stupid- he knows you're too good for him, and he’d never risk your friendship by telling you how he feels, but day by day he finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love, loving everything you do and everything you say. You understand him like no one else ever has, like you were cut from the same cloth. 

Sometimes when you’re together, with no one else around, he finds himself almost considering the possibility of telling you how he feels about you. 

He’s content to just be close to you- even if he never gets to hold you, or call you his own, just being by your side is enough. It has to be. 

[mm-slashing-boy]

i need some occtis/male reader in my life rn if you're up for it. i want to protect and take care of that man in every way (including the bedroom, taking charge and making him feel better than he had in his whole lfe)

You are entirely real for that, anon. There's hardly any 'x reader' for Critical Role characters, nevertheless Campaign 4.

I can imagine — if it's pre-reanimation — Occtis being stressed out at the Pentevral, but not because of schoolwork. No, he's terrified that his family's going to look for him and punish him in some ruthless way. He knows his family is powerful. Hell, everyone knows his family is powerful. Just because he's apart of it doesn't mean he's immune to their wrath.

That's where you come in. You see him one night, hunching over one of the desks in the library, books open and askew. But he's not reading any of them. He startles when he sees you, eyes flashing green in preparation for the worse. Then he realized it was only you; his perfect boyfriend. He would try to laugh it off, but you know better. You sense his stress like a strong-smelling perfume.

Seeing that firm but welcoming look in your eye, he would break and tell you everything that has been bothering him, everything that his family might do once they find him. You, of course, reassure him to the best of your ability, but your words appear to have minimal effect. And so, you resort to more physical methods. You start to massage his shoulders, smiling at the flustered, choked-out noise he offers. Then you move further and further down his body, and you bask in every single sound that leaves him like a loon's chorus.

Occtis finds himself relaxing — even as you wrap your hand around him — because he knows that, no matter what, as long as he's with you, nothing bad can truly happen to him.

[tachonisfamilysimp]

Favorite Places to Kiss their Beloved

Critical Role Campaign 4 Characters Favorite places to kiss their beloved

Player Characters-

Wicander- inner wrist

Tyranny- cheek 

Kattigan- forehead / temple

Teor-  the back of your shoulder

Thimble- she’s very small to give kisses

Julien- neck

Occtis- hand

Thaisha- cheek

Vaelus- neck

Bolaire- the back of your neck

Hal- forehead / temple

Murray- a hundred kisses all over your face

Azune- hand

Non-Player Characters-

Doset- inner wrist

Uvivere- the back of your neck

Tertia- cheek

Aniko- shoulder

Ethrand- hand

Demodus- cheek

Aranessa- hand

King Gus- Forehead / temple

If you don't see a character here that you'd like to see added, please let me know! i'll happily add them!

[tachonisfamilysimp]

Headcanon: Occtis Tachonis can’t get hard anymore, but he’s good enough with his hands to make up for it

While Occtis can’t truly feel arousal or its effects since his untimely death, he’s not without interest in exploring sexual experiences with you. It’s different now that he’s dead- sensation is different, arousal is different, even his emotions are different- but one thing that stays the same is his affections for you and his desire to please you. 

For all his lack of experience, and even undead, he’s a fast learner and well versed in anatomy, which quickly translates into incredible skill. He wants to figure this out, wants to please you, and because of that- his devotion to the task at hand; you- he quickly figures out how to touch you just right. It’s an odd mix of exploration and desire that feels so uniquely like him it makes you melt everytime.

[tachonisfamilysimp]

Occtis tachonis who is absolutly hung but doesn't know it.

He grew up a noble of a sundered house- an environment where talking about such vulgar things was frowned upon. Plus, he's way too nervous to bring it up with anyone else to compare- no way he'd ever do that.

And yeah he's heard things around about what's average and what's big, but never looked into it enough to really get the facts.

When he's first intimate with you he flushes deep red when you stare, nervously asking "is-is it alright? You're staring...."

But how can you not stare when his cock is so goregous? He just needs a little reassurance, which you're more than happy to give.

[vanillinwrites]

Thinking about cockwarming with Occtis Tachonis

Thinking about cockwarming Occtis Tachonis. 

Imagine it’s late at night, and he’s at his desk pouring over scrolls and old tomes, researching spells until the early hours of morning. Or he would be, if he could think. But you’re so tight and warm and wet around him, and he can’t think straight. All he can think about is how badly he wants to move, to thrust up into your tight heat.

But you sit still in his lap, insisting that if he wants to work so late at night, you should at least be here to keep him company- to keep him nice and warm inside you. He swears that the feeling of you around him, your weight in his lap, the smell of your hair as he sets his chin on your shoulder- he’s been too distracted to get any work done at all. 

Maybe he could move just a little bit, just get enough friction so he can think straight again?