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Pyke Starfall:

Pyke doesn't really start cuddles. He just sort of ends up with you tucked against his side and never questions how it happened.

He's not particularly clingy, but he's almost always aware of where you are. Cuddling feels like an extension of that awareness.

His favorite position is one where he can keep an arm around you while still looking like he's doing something else.

If you're reading, watching a movie, or even working on separate things, he'll gradually pull you closer without ever making a big deal out of it.

The more tired he is, the softer he gets. Most people never see that version of him. If something has his danger sense going off, expect him to become noticeably more affectionate.

Not because he's scared, but because having a hand on you makes it easier to relax.

Sometimes he'll absentmindedly rub circles against your arm or shoulder while thinking.

Score: 9/10 (comfortable, protective, and surprisingly soft once his guard comes down, but you usually have to be the one to start)

Rett Indigo:

Rett is the kind of cuddler that makes you accidentally fall asleep.

If there's a couch available, he has already mentally assigned the two of you spots on it.

Loves having an arm around your shoulders while you're both doing your own thing.

Doesn't need cuddling to be the center of attention. Half the time he's reading, tinkering, or talking with the crew while you're curled against him.

His touch is incredibly grounding. He's the type to absentmindedly rest a hand on your knee or your back just because he likes knowing you're there.

He gets caught off guard by how much he enjoys physical affection. Every single time.

Hank somehow always ends up involved.

Score: 9.5/10 (peak "fall asleep on the couch together" energy, loses half a point only because he's occasionally too awkward to start)

Ziggy Woog:

Ziggy operates under the assumption that if you're within arm's reach, you should probably be touching.

Hand-holding inevitably evolves into leaning against each other, which evolves into cuddling.

Cannot sit still.

Will play with your fingers, trace shapes on your arm, braid your hair, fiddle with your sleeves, or generally find something to do with his hands.

Somehow ends up halfway in your lap without either of you remembering how it happened.

Loves sharing blankets because he can use them as an excuse to scoot closer.

Has absolutely no shame about the fact that he likes being near you.

If you stop touching him unexpectedly, he'll notice within seconds.

Score: 9/10 (adorable and affectionate, loses one point because occasionally you would like circulation in your limbs)

Ko Tetsutora:

Ko cuddles with the same confidence she does everything else.

There is no hesitation. If she wants you closer, she simply brings you closer.

Frequently drapes an arm around your shoulders, hooks an arm around your waist, or outright pulls you into her lap.

Very physically reassuring. She always seems to know exactly where to place a hand to make you feel safe.

Doesn't understand why anyone would want less physical affection.

If somebody interrupts, she doesn't move. They can work around her.

Being held by Ko feels a bit like being claimed by a very affectionate guard dog.

She'll absolutely use you as a pillow and expect you to do the same.

Score: 9.5/10 (warm, confident, and impossible to feel unwanted around, loses half a point because personal space becomes a distant memory)

Pixel Pop:

Pixel treats cuddling like a competitive sport.

If there is an opportunity to climb on you, she will find it.

Loves being carried, sitting on your lap, draping herself across your shoulders, or generally existing somewhere in your personal space.

Constantly moving, talking, laughing, and adjusting positions.

Every cuddle session somehow turns into a conversation about three unrelated topics and a story she forgot to tell you earlier.

Makes affection feel effortless and fun.

Has a tendency to wrap herself around you and then refuse to move because she's comfortable.

Definitely gets a little smug when other people realize how cute the two of you are together.

Score: 9/10 (pure sunshine and affection, loses one point because sometimes you are being cuddled by a tornado)

I'm biased, so I don't have the heart to score them lower. If you have scores of your own, do let me know!

Once again, thank you for the request and thank you for reading! If you have any notes about the writing, feel free to let me know, as I strive to get better, and this is my first time writing for these characters.

Feel free to leave me any requests for what you want to see next.

Kremy Lecroux:

Kremy notices you're upset long before you realize he's paying attention.

You've been sitting with the group all evening, but you haven't really been there. Normally he'd expect at least a comment, a laugh, some reaction to whatever ridiculous thing Gricko is doing. Instead, you've barely spoken.

At first he tries ignoring it. Then he tries pretending he isn't looking.

Then he spends nearly ten minutes getting increasingly annoyed that you're making him care.

Eventually, he finds you sitting alone.

Your eyes are red.

The moment you look up at him, whatever composure you've been holding together starts cracking.

"Aw, don't do that."

His voice comes out softer than intended.

You laugh weakly, then immediately start crying harder.

Kremy looks genuinely distressed.

Not because you're crying.

Because he clearly has no idea what he's supposed to do about it.

For a few seconds he just stands there, staring at you like you've presented him with an impossible puzzle.

Then he sighs heavily and drops down beside you. His shoulder bumps yours.

Not accidentally. Not quite intentionally either. Just enough.

When you apologize, he actually rolls his eyes.

"Darlin', if I only kept company with people who had their lives together, I'd be eatin' dinner alone every night."

That earns a watery laugh.

The corner of his mouth twitches.

Satisfied.

His arm eventually settles around your shoulders, awkward at first but growing more natural as time passes. He never pushes for an explanation. Never asks you to justify why you're upset.

Instead, he keeps talking quietly about anything and everything until your breathing finally steadies.

The entire time, he stays close enough that you can feel the coolness of his scales through his clothes.

Oddly enough, it's comforting.

Gideon Coal:

Gideon notices because he always notices.

Not in an overbearing way. Not because he's watching you constantly.

But because somewhere along the way, your wellbeing became important to him.

When you disappear from camp that evening, he gives it a few minutes before following.

Just enough time to make sure you're not simply seeking a moment alone.

He finds you sitting beneath a tree.

The tears are already falling.

For a moment he simply stands there.

Then, without a word, he sits beside you.

Close. Not crowding. Just present.

The silence stretches comfortably between you.

You eventually try apologizing. For crying. For bothering him. For making things awkward.

Each apology sounds more ridiculous than the last.

Gideon listens to all of them.

Then quietly says, "Ya ain't got nothin to apologize for."

The certainty in his voice makes your chest ache.

He doesn't ask what happened.

Doesn't ask you to explain yourself.

He simply accepts your sadness as something that exists.

No judgment. No frustration. No disappointment.

A quiet acceptance.

At some point, your shoulder brushes his. Neither of you moves away.

By the time the tears finally begin to slow, you've unconsciously drifted closer.

Gideon notices. Of course he notices.

But all he does is adjust slightly so you're more comfortable.

As though staying beside you was never a question.

Gricko Grimgrin:

The first tear hasn't even fully fallen before Gricko goes into crisis mode.

"What happened?"

You try to shake your head.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

"That is absolutely not a nothing face."

Within thirty seconds, he's already developed six different theories and blamed three separate people.

By the fifth minute, he's prepared to challenge someone to a duel.

You aren't even sure who.

Eventually, after determining that nobody is responsible and violence is therefore discouraged, Gricko plops down beside you.

Then immediately leans against you. Hard.

Like he's trying to physically transfer emotional support through direct contact.

You laugh despite yourself.

He points dramatically. "There! I got one!"

"A what?"

"A smile."

His expression becomes impossibly smug.

You roll your eyes. Unfortunately, he's right.

The conversation drifts after that. Sometimes serious. Sometimes completely ridiculous.

Every time you seem close to crying again, Gricko somehow manages to steer things toward something absurd enough to earn another laugh.

Not because he doesn't take your sadness seriously.

But because seeing you smile feels like a personal mission.

One he intends to accomplish through sheer stubbornness if necessary.

Morning Frost:

Frost finds you because he knows where people go when they want to be alone.

You don't hear him approach.

One moment you're sitting by yourself, staring at nothing.

The next he's settling onto the ground nearby.

Neither of you speaks, but the silence isn't uncomfortable.

In fact, it's probably the first comfortable thing you've experienced all day.

Eventually, he asks if you want company.

Not what's wrong. Not why you're upset.

Only whether you'd like him to stay.

When you nod, that's enough.

Minutes pass. Then more.

And slowly, without meaning to, the words start coming out.

Everything you've been carrying. Everything you've been trying not to think about.

Frost listens the entire time.

Not interrupting. Not offering solutions. Listening.

When you're finally finished, exhausted from the effort of it, he sits quietly for a moment.

Then reaches over and squeezes your hand.

The gesture is simple. Small.

But somehow it says more than any speech could.

You're not alone. You don't have to be.

And for someone like Frost, that's about as close to a declaration as you're ever likely to get.

Torbek:

Torbek discovers you're crying completely by accident.

The moment he does, he nearly leaves.

Not because he doesn't care.

Because he cares so much he's terrified of making things worse.

Unfortunately, you notice him before he escapes. Now he's trapped.

The panic is immediate. You can practically see it happening.

He awkwardly sits nearby, looking like a man trying to defuse a bomb.

The silence stretches.

Then Torbek cautiously offers you a piece of dried fruit.

You stare at it.

He stares back.

"...It's all Torbek had."

Against all odds, you laugh.

The relief on his face is immediate.

For the rest of the evening he continues producing increasingly random snacks from various pockets.

Nuts. More dried fruit. Something that might once have been an animal cracker.

Each offering seems completely sincere.

As though he genuinely believes enough snacks can solve emotional distress.

And honestly? The effort means more than the food.

By the end of the night, he's sitting much closer than he started.

Not close enough to assume. Close enough to stay.

Hootsie:

Hootsie has absolutely no idea why you're crying.

What she does know is that you're making sad noises.

This is unacceptable.

Before you can react, the owlbear barrels directly into your personal space and flops against you with all the grace of a collapsing building.

The impact nearly knocks you over. A startled laugh escapes you.

Hootsie immediately chirps proudly. Clearly, the problem has been solved.

When you continue crying, she simply presses closer. Then closer.

Then somehow manages to climb halfway into your lap despite weighing far too much for that to be reasonable.

At that point, you're laughing too hard to stay sad.

Hootsie remains convinced she is a genius.

And thats it! Hope you enjoyed and if you have any notes on the writing or requests for prompts please leave them with me! I love hearing from everyone!

Also lmk if Kremy sounds right, because in my head it feels just a bit OOC but that also may be because I am so used to Rich so who really knows.

Kremy Lecroux:

Always tries to make cuddling look like it was your idea, not his

Very still once settled, like he’s conserving energy (or pretending he isn’t enjoying it)

Will casually adjust your position like he’s optimizing a business deal, not affection

He’s cold. Like, noticeably reptile-cold. You will eventually start stealing his cloak or regretting your choices

Extremely steady, doesn’t fidget, and somehow makes the whole situation feel oddly safe

Score: 7/10 (loses points for temperature, gains points for accidental emotional stability)

Gideon Coal:

Starts a little stiff, but not uncomfortable—more like he’s unsure how to “do” closeness properly

Doesn’t initiate, but immediately settles once you’re leaning on him and subtly adjusts so you’re more comfortable

Over time he relaxes in small ways: less tension in his shoulders, steadier breathing, leaning in just slightly without realizing it

If you fall asleep on him, he stays very still out of care, not duty, like he doesn’t want to disturb you

Protective instinct is always there, but it comes through as calm watchfulness rather than intensity

Score: 9/10 (very grounding and gentle once he relaxes, only loses a point because he’s still a bit reserved at first)

Gricko Grimgrin:

Immediately attaches himself to you in some unpredictable angle and stays there

Talks constantly, then suddenly goes quiet mid-cuddle because he forgot what he was saying

Treats personal space like a myth invented by people who don’t cuddle enough

If you move even slightly, assumes catastrophic abandonment and clings harder

Zero spatial awareness, occasionally makes it hard to breathe or move

Extremely affectionate, very emotionally transparent, makes you feel wanted at all times

Score: 9/10 (would be 10 if he understood “not suffocating you” as a concept)

Moring Frost:

Positions himself behind or slightly beside you rather than directly on top of you

One arm loosely around you like a safety measure, not restriction

Rarely speaks, but always seems alert enough that you don’t have to be

Instinctively adjusts to block cold, noise, or intrusion without being asked

Not very physically “cuddly” in a traditional sense—more like being guarded than hugged

Deeply grounding presence, makes you feel protected without effort

Score: 8/10 (loses some points for emotional distance, gains them for pure safety energy)

Torbek:

Starts off hesitant, hovering near you like he’s not sure he’s allowed to be there

Slowly relaxes into contact if you don’t move away, usually staying very still afterward

Tends to hold onto sleeves, edges of clothing, or sit just at the boundary of touch

Clearly overthinks the entire situation but clearly enjoys it

Nervous energy can make him a bit stiff and unsure at first

Very gentle, very earnest, and clearly values every second of closeness

Score: 7.5/10 (soft and sincere, just needs confidence updates)

Hootsie:

Treats closeness as instinct rather than concept—if you’re safe, she’s there

Naturally drapes herself over or beside you with heavy, grounding weight

Makes soft, content noises and adjusts her position based on comfort rather than awareness

Reacts instantly if anything feels threatening, becoming protective without hesitation

Can be a lot of weight and space if you’re not expecting a full owlbear situation

Unmatched warmth, extremely comforting presence, very protective without asking anything back

Defo making biscuts on you like a cat

Score: 9/10 (basically a living weighted blanket with instincts)

Alright and there it is! I hope you enjoyed it and if you have any notes please do let me know, I love getting feedback. And requests! So if you have any please don't be shy!

Kremy Lecroux:

Kremy notices almost immediately, but he's far too smooth to actually say anything. Rather, you start realizing you're having a strangely easy week. Routes get shorter, breaks get longer, and somehow, every annoying task becomes someone else's responsibility. He'll never admits he's doing it for her.

Kremy loves getting a rise out of you, but when you're already feeling miserable, he becomes much more selective about it. He still flirts, still jokes, but the second he notices you genuinely upset instead of playfully annoyed, he backs off. He also becomes a terrible enabler if you're irritable. One complaint about someone, and suddenly he's leaning in like she's telling the most fascinating story he's ever heard. Picture: a hair salon lady who needs all the gossip

The funniest part is that Kremy absolutely keeps score. If you're cranky enough to threaten someone, he'll remember it. Not to use against you, just because he finds it funny.

"I threatened three people today."

"Only three?"

"Kremy."

"I'm just saying, you're losing your touch, sweetheart."

Gideon Coal:

Gideon doesn’t really make a big deal out of your period. Not because he doesn’t notice, but because in his mind it just falls into the category of “things happening to people that you adapt to.”

He becomes quietly, annoyingly efficient in a very grounded way. If you look even slightly drained, he just adjusts what’s already happening around you without commentary. He takes the heavier load, walks a bit closer on rough terrain so you're on the easier path, and naturally ends up pacing the day around your energy without announcing it.

What makes it funny is that Gideon refuses to frame any of it as special treatment. If you point it out, he’ll act like you're the one making it weird.

And if you're irritable? He just… accepts it. Completely unbothered. Like your mildly sarcastic weather.

"You didn’t have to carry my bag."

"It’s a bag."

"It’s my bag."

"Still a bag."

"That’s not—"

"Do you want it back or do you want to keep arguing with me about physics?"

Gricko Grimgrin:

Gricko understands in a very Gricko way: You feel awful, therefore something is wrong, therefore it is now his problem. And Hootsie's too.

He stays close: talking more than usual, offering things at random intervals, and generally making sure you don't have to stick it out in pain. If she’s resting, he'll anchor himself nearby like that’s where he was always meant to be.

Hootsie is fully part of this system. If you're curled up, Hootsie immediately remembers she is a living heat source and commits to it. No hesitation, no repositioning for comfort, just maximum contact like she’s been assigned a sacred duty. An owl bear flopping onto you with all her weight might just distract you from the pain who knows

"Hootsie is helping."

"She is literally just sitting on me."

"Yes. Heating pad."

"That’s not how—"

"Warm is warm. Science."

Morning Frost:

Frost notices patterns, and Reader is one of his favorite things to pay attention to (he'll never admit it). He notices when she sleeps differently, stands differently, seeks out warmth more often, or gets quieter than usual.

Rather than asking what's wrong, Frost starts quietly adjusting things around her before she can ask. A blanket appears. A chair gets pulled out. A fire gets started earlier than usual. Frost never announces any of it.

He's also a little more physically affectionate during this time. Not because he thinks Reader needs taking care of, but because he's noticed she relaxes when he's close.

"You keep staring at me."

"I'm observing."

"That's a creepy word."

"You're still smiling."

Torbek:

Torbek is aggressively supportive. You say you don't feel well, and suddenly, he has dedicated himself entirely to improving your situation. Better blanket. Better seat. Better food. Better everything.

Unlike Gideon, who quietly helps, Torbek is impossible to ignore. If you say you want to be left alone, he stations himself nearby to make sure nobody bothers you. If you want company, he's there before you finish asking.

What really gets him, though, is the idea that you go through this every month. Torbek has fought monsters, devils, and horrors beyond comprehension. The concept of enduring the same battle repeatedly and still functioning is, in his mind, incredibly impressive.

"Torbek believes in you."

"For what?"

"The blood war."

"Torbek, that's not—"

"You always win."

alrighttt i hope you enjoyed and it was exactly what you wanted! if you have any thoughts please let me know, I'm always looking for ways to improve. Sorry if they seem a bit OOC I'm not far into the campaign.

Requests are open so feel free to ask for anything!

The Witchlight Carnival was crowded enough that losing someone in the sea of people would've been easy.

Unfortunately for Gideon, he had spent the last hour making sure he stayed exactly where you could see him.

You hadn't noticed at first.

Then he'd won a ring toss and somehow appeared beside you moments later.

Then he'd volunteered for a juggling act.

Then he'd beaten a carnival game that was probably designed to be unwinnable.

Now he was standing in front of a strength tester with the expression of a man about to make a very poor decision.

"Gideon."

"Hm?"

"You don't have to do this."

"I'm not."

You pointed at the giant hammer currently resting on his shoulder.

"Then what would you call this?"

"A recreational activity."

You laughed.

The sound made something in his chest do a strange little flip.

Which was unfortunate.

Because now he definitely had to win.

The attendant took his coin and stepped back.

"Whenever you're ready."

Gideon adjusted his grip on the hammer.

Then, almost unconsciously, he looked at you.

You gave him an encouraging smile.

That was a mistake.

The hammer slammed down.

The bell at the top rang immediately.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

You clapped.

Gideon felt absurdly pleased with himself.

"There," he said, walking back toward you. "Easy."

"You seem very proud of yourself."

"I am not."

"You absolutely are."

"I am merely satisfied."

You raised an eyebrow.

He tried (and failed) not to smile.

For a moment, you thought that was the end of it.

Then a group nearby started talking.

"Best score all afternoon."

"Seriously?"

"Nobody's gotten that close before."

Gideon heard every word.

You saw the exact second it happened.

The exact second his competitive streak woke up.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

Before you could stop him, he was already turning around.

"Gideon."

"I can hit it harder."

"You already won."

"I can win more."

"That's not how winning works."

He ignored you completely.

The second attempt was somehow even more ridiculous.

The bell rang again.

Louder.

A few people actually started gathering to watch.

You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

And Gideon—

Gideon couldn't stop looking at you.

Not the crowd.

Not the machine.

Not the people cheering.

You.

Every time he glanced over, you were smiling.

Every time you smiled, he somehow found another reason to keep going.

By the third attempt, even the attendant looked concerned.

"Gideon."

"Hm?"

"If you break the game, I'm leaving."

He grinned.

"You wouldn't."

"I absolutely would."

"You'd miss me."

The confidence in his voice should have been annoying.

Instead, it made your face feel strangely warm.

"Keep talking," you said, folding your arms. "Maybe the hammer will hit you back."

His laugh was low and easy.

The kind that always seemed to slip out around you.

For a second, neither of you moved.

The carnival noise faded into the background.

Lights reflected in his eyes.

And suddenly the strength tester didn't seem nearly as important as it had a few minutes ago.

Gideon's gaze flickered to your face.

Then lingered.

Just a little longer than it probably should have.

"You know," he said quietly, "I was trying to impress you."

You blinked.

"I know."

His confidence vanished immediately.

"You did?"

"It wasn't subtle."

A horrified look crossed his face.

You burst out laughing.

"Not subtle at all."

"Oh."

"But..." You stepped a little closer. "It was kind of cute."

The tips of his ears turned red.

You weren't sure you'd ever seen Gideon lose a fight that quickly.

"Don't tell anyone I said that."

"No promises."

"You are cruel."

"And yet you spent half the afternoon showing off."

A smile tugged at his mouth.

"Maybe I had a reason."

Your heart skipped.

"Maybe."

For once, Gideon had no clever response.

Which might have been the most impressive thing he'd done all day.