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justafandomgvrl · 1 year

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So Im a sleepy gal and often in severe pain. So I thought I'd write my new DnD character in Vox Machina as a S/O for Vax....

Pairing: Vax x Fem OC Venlynn, an elf but no real descriptors used so can be a reader insert

Slightly enemies to lovers. Then fluff. First kiss. Arguing. That kinda thing.

"Just fucking leave me alone!" Venlynn snapped. Vax scowled at her but didn't argue, vanishing into the forest without a word to anyone. The rest of Vox Machina exchanged looks. The two had never gotten along but it had gotten worse the longer they were on the road. Vex looked after her brother in worry, wanting to follow him but knowing far too well that he needed time alone after a fight with Venlynn.

"I don't need your help, Vax'ildan." Venlynn said coldly, her hand pressed to her side as she refused his help with an injury. Vax's face set in stone, jaw clenched and brows narrowed.

"Just admit it, Venlynn. You're injured. You can barely walk. So let me help you." Venlynn's glare deepened, twisting her features.

"I said I don't need your help." She managed through gritted teeth, shoving her shoulder into him as she walked past, ignoring the pain flaring through her body. Vax grunted in annoyance, storming off ahead of the group. Vex followed quickly to check on him.

"Brother?" She said, her hand on his shoulder. He pushed her hand away and just kept moving. "Vax, she isn't intending to be so harsh." She tried.

"Yes, she is, Vex." He said simply, activating his boots of haste and vanishing ahead to scout alone. Vex sighed, returning to the others.

Venlynn's cries of pain could be heard throughout the night by the twins on watch. Her injury had never fully healed, despite eventually allowing Pike to try. The blade she had been sliced with had been cursed, they later found out, and she would likely never fully recover. Vax's jaw clenched tighter with each new noise coming from her tent. The whimpers eventually subsided into soft, tired sobs, and finally silenced as she managed to drift into a troubled sleep.

"If you keep clenching your jaw like that you'll break your teeth." Vex said and Vax swallowed, his jaw relaxing automatically. He sighed, looking over his shoulder towards Venlynn's tent. "I know you think she hates you, but she acts like that with all of us since her injury. I truly don't think she means anything by it." Vex added. Vax shook his head.

"You know she's worse with me, sister." Vex couldn't find a good argument and the conversation lulled into silence. The group moved on come sunrise, everyone pretending they hadn't heard Venlynn's cries through the night.

Vax and Venlynn found themselves separated from the group, trapped in a cell - belonging to someone who had been following Venlynn since she left home - with none of their belongings. Venlynn gritted her teeth, facing one of the walls as she leaned on it with both hands, trying to shake the pictures of the walls closing in on them from her mind.

"How are you coping?" Vax asked, acutely aware of how she felt in tight spaces, let alone how she felt about being so close to being forced to return home.

"I'm perfectly fine, Vax'ildan." She spat, her lip curling.

"Stop fucking lying to me!" He snapped back, his eyes narrowed as he forced her to turn around and look at him, gripping her shoulders.

"What do you want to hear? Why are you so hell-bent on me admitting that I'm suffering? Is that what you want? Yes, I'm fucking suffering!" She finally exploded. "I get that your group saved my life. You all have your own shit and I refuse to fucking add to it by laying my problems on you! Why does that irritate you so much?" Her nostrils flared as she spoke, her ears bright red but her shoulders were relaxed under his hands.

"We want to help you, you dumb arsehole." Vax said, all the malice gone from his voice. His grip on her relented but he didn't remove his hands. Her eyes widened as a flash of pain rippled through her side and she forced herself back against the wall, not wanting to lean on him.

"I can't owe you any more than I already do." She relented, crumpling down the wall to sit down, her breathing growing laboured as her pains grew worse. Vax felt something stir in his chest and he sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against his side. She tensed up for a moment, not used to anyone but Pike having a gentle touch.

"You don't owe us anything, Ven." He murmured. "We just want to help." He repeated. Her body gave in against her will, letting herself curl up around him to try to ease the pain. Vax pulled her in closer, holding her as though she could shatter at any moment.

It took a few hours for the group to find them and break them out. Vex stared in quiet awe at Venlynn, fast asleep, her head on Vax's lap, her arm curled tightly around his leg and one of his hands running through her hair, the other gently rubbing her back. He looked up and put one finger to his lips, carefully manoeuvring her so he could pick her up without waking her.

They weren't necessarily close after that, but the biting remarks subsided. It would take another day of forced closeness - and luckily, Fate had a plan.

Venlynn found herself scouting with Vax as other than Pike, he was the only one to calm her from her attacks of pain. Venlynn didn't know why he'd asked her to go with him, but she found that she couldn't say no to his small smile.

"Stop!" Vax warned but it was too late as Venlynn stepped onto a trigger. He dashed to her but only made it in time for them both to be caught up in a net and strung up from a tree.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, the two of them tangled together. "I just, I didn't see it. I'm sorry." She repeated. Vax shrugged as best he could, the two of them pressed together.

"Could've happened to anyone." He said, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked away from her. They both grew silent for a few minutes.

"Why did you ask me to come, Vax? Surely Vex would have been better." Venlynn asked. Vax turned to look at her, the flush gone from his face.

"After the cell, I suppose I like your company." Venlynn snorted.

"You suppose?" She laughed, the first time Vax had properly heard it from her. He wanted to hear it again.

"Fine, fine. You're good to be around, now you don't cuss me out every five minutes." He said and she rolled her eyes, chuckling quietly.

"How long will we be stuck here?" She whispered, the reality of the net wrapped around them sinking in as she felt it press into her back and sides.

"Oh, not long at all," Vax said with a grin. "Can you reach my dagger? I can't quite twist enough." Venlynn gulped and slipped her hand inside his cloak, fumbling but eventually gripping his dagger handle and passing it to him. He sliced through a few portions of the rope and slipped out, cutting her down the instant he touched the ground and catching her as the net dropped. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him. "You doing okay?" He asked and she hesitated. "Injury?" He checked and she nodded. "We can rest for a while before we go back to camp." He said, his voice soft. Venlynn opened her mouth to argue but no sound came out. Vax moved them into the trees and lowered himself to the floor, holding her close to him and gently massaging her shoulders.

Venlynn found herself looking at Vax properly, for what almost seemed like the first time.

"I never thanked you." She realised. "I thanked the group as a whole, but never you. And it was you who saved me." She whispered, pulling herself out of his grip and staring directly into his eyes. "So thank you. You saved me life. And you gave me a new one."

"Ven..." He murmured, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. "You don't need to thank me. Saving you is one of the best things I've done with my life." Her gaze flitted from his eyes to his lips before returning to his eyes. "If anything, I should be thanking you."

"What are you talking about -" the feeling of his lips on hers interrupted her. Shock ran through her body. He pulled away upon feeling her tense up and began to apologise profusely. Venlynn pulled him back to her, her breath on his lips as they hovered a millimetre above his. "Can..." She swallowed nervously. "Can you try that again? Now that I'm expecting it?" She whispered and he sagged with relief, closing the gap and pressing his lips against hers again. Her eyes closed at the soft pressure, returning the kiss and letting her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers lacing into his hair.

When they returned to camp, the change was obvious. His arm was around her waist, his hand resting on, almost gripping her hip, holding her as close to him as possible whilst still able to walk efficiently. Scanlan cheered and held out his hand, Pike reluctantly handing over five gold pieces. Vex smiled to herself, looking forward to teasing Vax about it when they were next on watch.

Okay this ran away with me. Wrote it at 1am with barely any sleep and theres way too much dialogue, I haven't written fanfic in an age, but if you liked it then interactions would be greatly appreciated!

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nachofuck3r · 1 year

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What's seriously a crime is, that there are 0 Scanlan x any form of male reader.

The man's sexuality is questionable, make him question it more!!!

Pls I beg of thee I am in the trenches. 😭😭

#scanlan shorthalt #scanlan x reader #vox machina #tlovm fic #the legend of vox machina #The legend of vox machina fanfiction #tlovm x you #Tlovm x male!reader

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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No because found family is being chosen. It’s someone seeing all your mess and all your flaws and loving you anyway. It’s support and acceptance and everything you never had but deserved. It’s loving you anyway despite the past and the future. It’s being worth so much to someone that when they see you, you are immediately wound into the constellation of their life and they never want you to leave.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hiii I love ur writing!

I would love to see a Percy x reader where they both kinda hate each other in the beginning but eventually fall in love, if that makes sense? Maybe a rivals to lovers thing

Hope that makes sense! Love ur work :D

Thank you deary! I love a little rivals to lovers moment so I hope you enjoy this one! 😘

You are completely and utterly infuriating. Percy has a multitude of enemies in his life, upon whom he wishes horrible things but you are not a common enemy. You are not a friend either. He does not wish an ill fate to befall you. What he does wish for, is your projects falling apart at the seams, your wine to taste sour and food to be bland, your ink to forever run out, your notes to be messed up, that one tool you need to be missing or just barely out of reach. Percy wishes no harm upon you but he does wish for the most petty things to befall you. Were he anyone else he might feel some kind of way but he just happens to be a petty individual from time to time and when it comes to you, you are no exception.

Percy doesn’t quite know where it began or when it might end. He cannot remember a time before, where you might have been on less rivalling terms. You’ve just always been so damn you and you can get under his skin like no other with your stupid perfection and incredible mind. Your clever and eloquent words always hit him just the wrong way and you make his blood boil. Where he turned a tinkerer, you turned to magic. You’re a damn prodigy and you have no issue with rubbing it in his face. You just had to get involved in Whitestone politics, didn’t you? You just had to be fundamental in the city’s protection. You just had to rub it in his face you were here when he wasn’t.

Your skills to disturb his peace just when he needed it are impeccable. Percy was enjoying a late lunch in the dining hall alone after a busy morning and afternoon of tinkering and meetings. You had been entirely absent all day, nowhere to be found. Despite what he might have thought the lack of your presence irked him. He brushed it off as some expectation you might jump out to ruin his day at some point but you never did. Percy would deny it if ever faced with it but he grew worried at your lack of presence. Perhaps you overslept. Completely unreasonable for you as you rise at the crack of dawn and are never a minute late to anything. You’d missed two meetings you were set to attend. No page had come to notify him of your undoubtedly expertly worded excuse. No word of you came at all. And when those meetings came to an end nobody had batted an eye at your lack of attendance. Did everyone know but him? Was this some sort of trick? Another petty thing to get back at him for something he might have said or done?

Think of the devil and they shall appear. You enter the dining hall and beeline for the decanter and glasses. You fill one and drink, then fill it again with a deep sigh. You lean against the table a little too much as you shuffle over to grab a plate and pile some of the food leftovers still set out; some bread and some fruits, Percy notes. Not your usual choices. If anything you seem entirely careless about the contents. He notes your appearance. You look disheveled. Your clothes are crinkled and you’re sweaty. Your eyes are sunken and your expression is grim. Your shoulders are slumped and there’s a shake to your hands that are usually so steady. You look exhausted.

“What hell hole did you crawl out of?” Percy says with his usual snark and casually sips his wine. He expects a quick-witted retort. You bite your tongue and shake your head as you drop some grapes on your plate.

“I’m not in the mood for your quips, Percival. If you’re looking for a fight I suggest you go find your friends and ask them to kick your ass into the next realm.” You grumble picking up your plate now filled and taking another large swig of your drink before you pour a refill.

“Day drinking already? I recall you saying those are the actions of idiots and alcoholics.” You give him a look, in particular his own glass very much filled with the burgundy liquid yours holds as well.

“So which one are you? Idiot or alcoholic?” You retort and Percy swears he notes the faint twitch at the corner of your lips.

“Any one who does not question his sanity is the furthest from it.”

“The same could be said about anyone who holds a cup and proclaims themselves not a problem drinker.” He snorts and rolls his eyes. You look between him and the exit. Your exhaustion shows and with a shake of the head more to yourself than him you take to the seat opposite of him. You sit down gracelessly, push aside the cutlery, put your elbows on the table as you cross your arms and lean on them. The moment you sit down there seems to be some kind of relief rushing through you, similar to that of muscle ache. What had you been up to? Percy wants to find out.

“You neglected your duties to the council today.” It’s a statement not a question. You just pick up a grape and pop it into your mouth musing a shrug. “Did you oversleep?” The jab is almost belittling and you shoot him a look to remind him of your first statement; you really aren’t in the mood for this.

“I was otherwise occupied. Now may I please eat in silence?” The expression, the tiredness in his eyes makes him almost regret his pervious words. What has caused you to be like this? He’s never seen you so-so beyond yourself. You’ve always been the image of composure and expertise and now, you’re almost seem vulnerable, weak, almost human and not just the picture perfect creature you’d set your appearances as. You’re a person, not just some devil sent straight from the hells to make his life a living nightmare. You’re real.

“If you wish…” He pushes around his food with his fork while you tear bits and pieces off the bread and eat them slowly. You’re too tired to eat. You look like you’re about to fall asleep right here on this very table, or at least deliberating whether you could justify it. You both eat in silence for the next few minutes. Percy has cleaned his plate and reaches for the decanter to pour some more wine. You’re confused when he refills your cup too.

“Are you alright?” Percy asks out of the blue and you might as well have been shot by one of Vex’s arrows given your surprise. You choke on your bread and cough.

“Excuse me?” You wheeze and recompose yourself. You look for any kind of deceit or malicious intent, anything that might explain the undertone of his question because you are pretty damn sure that sounded an awful lot like worry.

“Are you alright?” The second time he repeats it does not ease quell your confusion. Still sounds like worry. Why the hell would he have any reason to be worried about you? You two have been nothing but a menace upon each other’s lives. You never had anything nice to say about each other. You constantly question each other’s skill, motives and credibility. You constantly undermine and try to outperform each other. That’s not to say you have not enjoyed any of it, and you remember the looks of satisfaction and pride well when either of you stand victor over the other. You’d never expect worry to be an expression associated with Percy in the context of you. Worry means concern and concern is rooted in care. And that train of thought sends you down a spiral. Does he care? Do you care? Maybe you do. Anyone’s life grows a little duller without their competition nearby, right? That’s just a poor excuse. How do you even answer his question? Honesty.

“No.” You speak before you can think but you know it’s true. You’ve been pushing yourself too far the past few weeks.

“Will you be alright?” When you answered Percy swears something within him reminisces of glass breaking.

“I don’t know.” You chuckle to yourself and think for a second. “Do you know you’re the first person to ask me that and and got the real answer? What does that say about me?” The latter you ask yourself.

“You’re exhausted. Rest.” You’ve heard those words before but not from him. “I can’t very well argue with you when you’re about to pass out onto your lunch.” There’s a light quip in there but it’s far more playful than the ones you’re used to. It’s far more lighthearted than you have ever exchanged.

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? What’s your record? Sixty-five hours without a minute of sleep before you decided a nice risotto would make a comfortable pillow?”

“You keep reminding me. As you keep reminding me that your record is set at sixty-seven hours and twenty-four minutes and thus you have bested me even in sleep deprivation.” He manages a chuckle as do you.

“Are these the petty victories we have come to? Have we no better achievements left?”

“Well, I’ve killed a dragon. You?” He deadpans though there’s no real seriousness about the brag.

“You and your friends killed a dragon, together. You still got four more to go. Don’t get ahead of yourself, dear.” You wink and swirl your wine leaning back in your seat. Though exhausted the tension begins ebbing away. Who knew it was Percy that would be a comfort and bring peace to the chaos of your life.

“It’s still one more than you. Besides, we’ll have killed the other four in time.” You shrug and flick a grape at him. It bounces off his arm and rolls on the table. Before you can claim it back Percy puts his hand over it and prevents you from getting it. He cups it as you try to pry his fingers apart and gets it out of your reach lest you disgrace yourself even further and lean over the table to attempt to take it from him. He grins victoriously and pops the fruit into his mouth. You mutter some kind of curse under your breath and he just looks at you innocently.

“Of course, you take your sweet time skinning some dragons while I keep this city safe hidden from their senses. Tell me, how many lives saved every day counts against the slaying of a dragon? What’s the conversion rate? You’re schooled in mathematics and economics are you not?” You point a finger at him and Percy is sure he has the perfect retort for your statement but then the gravity of it hits him. You’ve been the one keeping up this city-wide illusion. You’ve been the one keeping Whitestone safe in his absence. That’s why you weren’t at the meeting today and that’s why he wasn’t informed. Gilmore and Allura were there, you weren’t. He doesn’t know why it took him two days to figure out no three of you were seen in the same place since he returned from the Feywild. He had known the illusion was there, he passed through it for goodness’ sake. He just never considered that’s what you’d be doing. It’d gone over his head you’d use your skills not to fight but to protect instead. You’d not reach for glory or selfish gain but you’d do what is best for the people. You’d still risk yourself for every soul in Whitestone. You’d been doing so for weeks and you had not flaunted it in his face once during your interactions. How did you end up the one protecting him? Why did you not gloat? Why do you not mention this fact even now?

“You’ve been pushing yourself beyond your limits, for Whitestone? For us?” He asks breathlessly. The meaning behind those words becomes very real now they are spoken, and the statement is undeniable. The playfulness disappears and a a gloomy sorrow overcasts instead. Still you manage a cocky grin with a raised eyebrow.

“Well who else is going to keep your precious workshop safe so you can continue constructing the means of a dragon’s demise or while you’re off gathering those pesky vestiges?” Your jest does not make lighter the gravity of your deeds.

“Thank you.” Percy blurts before he recovers. “I mean it. Thank you, for everything. Whitestone owes you a debt.” ‘I owe you a debt’, he leaves those last words unspoken. Percy cannot quite describe what runs through you but he feels safe to assume you have not heard those words before, not on this matter. It’s one thing to know people are grateful for the work you do. It’s another to actually hear them say it. A thoughtful moment of silence passes before you push back your chair and rise.

“I’m going to sleep for the barest amount possible and then I’m going to go back for my next shift and repeat this all over again.” You twirl your wrists and they crack sending shivers up Percy’s spine. You flex your shoulders and same thing happens. He sees the discomfort pass across your features when you push the chair back in its place and lean on the back of it before you walk around the table and make way for the exit.

“Get some proper sleep. I’ll talk to Allura or Gilmore-“ Percy argues but you stop and face him shaking your head.

“They need their rest too if we want this illusion to last.” You counter. You dread every day as this thing eats away at your magic. You don’t know how much longer you can keep doing this but you have to. Every life in this city depends on it.

“There has to be something…” Percy thinks of the ways to help but there’s nothing. He knows next to nothing about the arcane. He’s no mage. He’s a damn tinkerer and he can’t very well fix this with some mirrors or magical charges. He can’t help bear the burden, not as you carry the burden for him. Whitestone should be his responsibility, but he’s out of his depths. He’s helpless, or would be without you to keep pushing yourself far past your limits. He can only imagine what price you’d pay for this over time, or how long you’d be able to keep this going. He’ll have to admit defeat in this particular query.

“You could kill some dragons.” You smile. “But until then, I’d appreciate some company while I drain every resource I have until I can barely stand. If you have the time-“ You imply but an answer is given immediately.

“I’ll make time.” He answers far too quickly. “I’ve come to the conclusion I might like your company far more than I dislike it.” So he has. He cares about you. He looks back upon his life now and he knows it to be true. His pettiness was never born from hatred or dislike. You were perfect, are perfect in his eyes, any imperfection does not chip away at that belief, it is simply part of you. He’s envious of your skill and achievement because he desires to be your equal but felt like he could never be. His pettiness was born from a an unfair coping mechanism and he hopes this is something you two can work on now that veil has been dropped. Perhaps you can discuss as adults rather than bicker like children? He’d like that very much. He likes you. That feel like a disgusting thought he’s still coming to terms with but he knows he can get over himself. He likes you.

“Is this where we kiss and profess our undying love for each other?” And you like him. Gods he doesn’t need a demon’s bargain to figure that one out. He knows your games and your words, he knows how to read those underlying tones and it’s exactly how he sees now; you like him. Never did he think he’d draw that conclusion nor would he think himself anything but a fool for believing it. Maybe he is a fool. A lucky fool he’ll be.

“Perhaps in time.” He retorts. Okay maybe old habits do die hard but given you purse your lips and blow him a kiss, it’s not a habit you want to let die either. It’s perfectly you. It’s perfectly him too.

“I reckon I’ll have you swooning in no time.”

“That sounds an awful lot like a challenge. A petty one at that.”

“If you say so…”

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demigoddessqueens · 7 months

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flower power

Summary: inspired by a scene in the last season of TLOVM. TLOVM and the reader are fighting some enemy in the fae realm and the reader gets thrown off into a patch of strange flowers. Yes, the sex pollen trope!! The enemy vanquished, the team checks in with each other and the reader is unaccounted for. They find them struck with a high fever and in growing agony. All eyes turn to the guys of Vox but the whole team knows of Percy’s long burning rush for the reader. He reluctantly volunteers, reluctantly because he doesn’t want his first time with you to be like this, but he doesn’t want you to suffer/die, obvs.

Read also here ao3

A/n - a million “thank you’s” to @zombiesnips-blog for this request

You had led him away from the group before it got more excruciating than it already was.

When you both got a good ways distance away from the party, you let your inhibitions run wild. All you could see, taste and feel was Percy. You melted into his body as you ran your fingers through his hair.

The more you deepened your kisses, tore at his clothes, Percy felt at odds with himself entirely. He WANTED you, and had been lost in his pathetically yearning thoughts for a while now.

However, this was such unbecoming of a young man raised in such an environment! He already could feel his heart racing when all eyes turned to him about the decision he would make, but now it damn near felt like it would burst out of his chest.

"Nngh...,w-wait! Stop, puh-please! We can't go on like this!"

You stared up in confusion at Percy's outburst as he attempted to make himself seem of good standing and not as a man trying to hide his arousal. But it didn’t stop the guilt he felt when he saw your expression.

It felt distasteful to indulge in such an act, but he couldn’t do this to you! Just abandon you and leave you out to dry in such state.

”Wh-why? What? You don’t want me..?”

He gripped tightly onto your shoulders as you could see the intensity of

“Of course I wanted you! I have since I could remember! But this?! You, me, this, your ‘condition’, and how it’s supposed to—.”

He cut off his stammering with a sharp inhale before he continued.

Cupping his face with your own hand, you placed a gentle kiss along his cheek.

“You deserve better…”

Peppering more along his face, they grew more heated.

“It’s ok, Percy, I trust you…it’s ok with me…”

Your words offered him internal relief for now. If things were different once your….”condition” wore off, then perhaps he could do this in a more intimate setting. You deserved that much at least. He would make good on that promise, but for now, there was no time left but to indulge you.

Already slick from the Fey Wild's pollen, Percy gasped at your arousal. Keeping his hand against your crotch, he began to rub his fingers against you with his hand down your clothes.

The heavy petting didn’t last long before you had him on his back with a sharp “oof!”

Undoing your pants and his, you grabbed his member that was beginning to twitch in your grasp. Slipping inside of you was nothing he had experienced before. So wet and warm, and such a tight heated fit around him.

Even though you were the one compromised, Percy felt his back arch off the ground as he adjusted to you. You undid the front of your shirt as well, just enough to where your breasts were on display.

It was so easy for you to chase after your pleasure, rocking your hips fast and slow as you liked. Just as you achieved one orgasm, another quickly followed you again and again. Beneath you, Percy could feel you pulsating around him. Bless his heart he tried to keep the moans low but there were the rare times you pulled a loud yelp from him when the grip tightened.

The praises and moans were strung with curses, and even if it was so crude, you thought him as ever the considerate lover.

He was a man not used to such outward displays of affections, but even if some straying eyes from his own or the Fey saw you, he wouldn’t give a damn!

What had seemed as a few minutes felt like hours when it was you two together. One orgasm after the other shook both of your bodies until Percy could give no more. He looked entirely spent and was beginning to gather sweat on his brow.

Collapsing into his arms, you could feel the effects slowly diminish from your body. Grateful for the “assistance”, you let yourself relax into him. Percy had you in a weak embrace but still felt his burning infatuation for you.

You both would find your way back to the group, but for now, the quiet moments were enjoyable.

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staratie · 8 months

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week one: lovemaking

kinktober 2023 nsfw, features unprotective sex, established relationship, piv, fingering, hair-pulling wc: 624 summary: you and percy slip away during the tavern fight and manage to enter an unoccupied room upstairs.

The tavern was chaotic.

“It’s…revolting to see this competition.” Percy said to you. “I’m sorry you have to see this side of the group.”

“It was going to happen eventually.” You laughed. Percy smirked and nodded his head. “I mean, we don’t have a good alcohol intolerance like any of them.”

“It is pretty obvious, isn’t it?.” He laughed. Ever since you joined the group, his attitude was significantly better. Having another human to relate with elated him. You and him felt a special connection that the others didn’t.

Despite your differences, you and Percy got along. Your friendly relationship changed when the banter changed to flirting, hugs changed to long embraces, and simple cuddles led to something more.

At the tavern, you two drank ale with the others but kept it to a minimum. While Grog and his competitor continued, Percy offered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head curiously. “Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’d like to talk to you in a more quiet place. Preferably private too.”

“I like that idea.” you replied. “Where do you have in mind?”

“Over there,” he pointed up the stairs of the tavern leading to the rooms. You smiled and nodded.

“Scanlan might hear us.” You moaned as Percy greedily kissed the side of your neck.

“So?” he replied, slowly taking off your top. Each new area of skin he exposed was greeted with soft kisses, his favorite parts with a bite or two. “How about you tell him who is better in bed?”

“And how can I do that?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Moan my name.” Percy growled in your ear. “Moan my name to fuck you harder and longer.” His hand went under the rim of your pants and underwear, so he was cupping your mound, slowly putting his fingers inside. You closed your eyes, biting your lip. “Does it only take two fingers to make you squirm under my arms?” Percy taunted.

“I'm not going to deny it.” You whispered. While he fingered you, you started to rub his member. Slowly, at first. Once he was hard, your lover didn’t give any warning. He took your hand off him, grabbed your waist, and pushed himself in.

Percy wasn’t normally one to make trivial actions a competition, but tonight he wanted to. He heard other voices groan Scanlan’s name.

“Say it.” He commanded, starting off with evenly timed thrusts.

“Percy.” You whispered, running your fingers down his bare back.

“Louder.” Percy cupped your breasts with his hands and thrusted faster.

“Percy!” Your tone was louder, but not enough to satisfy him.

Your lover briefly went out, turned you over so you were on all fours, and propped your lower half up with a knee under your stomach. Percy ran his fingers down your back and whispered, “Well?” He slammed back inside, pulled your hair, and whispered degrading words in your ear. You couldn’t help but agree that yes you belong to him, yes that your pussy was for him to use and make love to, and yes that your body was meant only for him and no one else.

When he hit your walls, you shuddered.

“God, fuck Percy!” You moaned loudly. “Right there!”

Percy grunted in response and replied shakingly. “Again.”

“Percy.” You muffled into the sheets. He lifted your head up gently with your hair so he could hear your sweet voice say his name aloud. “Percy!”

The bed was shaking. While you yelled his name with each pang of pleasure, the group at the tavern couldn’t help but smirk at Percy’s victory.

“Buy me another ale,” Vax said to Keyleth. “I told you she would be louder.”

@poniesandcupcakes

#the legend of vox machina #tlovm #tlovm fanfiction #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percy x reader #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023 #kinktober 2023 #smut writing #staratie smut

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railroad-migraine · 11 months

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In honour of Legend of Vox Machina coming out, can we have a Percy x (fem/gender neutral) reader with the prompt "You feel like home to me." Maybe reader also lost their home (or they were from Whitestone too)

'Welcome Home'

-> Percy x GN!Reader

Notes: Angst and fluff, hurt comfort. I started writing this piece in January 2022. As of June 2023, I have now watched TLOVM. Sorry it took a while Anon, but I wanted to save your lovely request for when I eventually got into Vox Machina 💙 Can be read as platonic or romantic

~ Poet

*****

It wasn't meant to be like this.

Things had not gone to plan. What was the plan, you say? That is debatable depending on who you'd ask.

To start, Vax was unfortunately spotted skulking around the enemy's camp. That then lead to small confrontation, one that he'd be fine to handle all by himself, one where he was suspiciously poked and prodded at innocently, but Keyleth instinctually stepped in to save him - thus getting the whole party involved and quickly overwhelmed. It was manageable until the exact moment where Grog lopped off the head of one of the bandits.

To put it simply, all hell broke loose and it all went to shit.

However, in the end, when the bandits lay dead and smloldering by the campfire, it was a victory for Vox Machina.

A victory, maybe. But not quite a win.

Wounds were in need of tending to, and Pike was far too exhausted to treat everyone. Camping in the woods did not seem to be the best option, the trees offering little cover, and neither did the cliff face nearby. Frustrated, tired, hungry - voices raising at each other prickled the hairs at the back of your neck and you knew you had to step up. To be the adult.

"There is a village," you start, but no one chooses to listen, your voice just another one in the argument.

"There is a village," you repeat, a little more firm and insistant, and the others begin to withdraw, eyes falling onto you, "not far from here. I- I didn't mention it before because it doesn't belong on the map. Not anymore, at least.

"We can go there, set up camp, sit down and just shut up for a few hours," you sigh.

Most of the party look hesitant but Scanlan raises a brow and shrugs with an easy nonchalance that you envy. "If you say it's safe, I'm down."

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"It is." You hope. "I promise.

Percy watches you carefully, the fading light of the Sun behind him casting shadows on his face, sharpens his already sharp jawline even further until it cuts into his coat's collar. Something dangerous in his expression. "Lead on, then," but he doesn't sound convinced.

And so you lead your friends to the home and earth that once nurtured your childhood, the very same that you abandoned all those years ago in favour of adventure.

You were still young. Like a child, scarrless, soft, green and new to the greater world that waited for you beyond your doorstep.

It wasn't meant to be like this, you think as you fall to your knees, taking in the grim sight before you. It's hard to tell what exactly happened, whether the homes had been raided and intentionally burned down, or if it had been a simple accident and the townspeople luckily fled somewhere safe.

How long had it been since you left home? What seemed like yesterday were many, many months for your people, and anything can happen in that time apart.

But you never expected to be returning home to a graveyard.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"I'm sorry."

You sniffle and quickly wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, choking back a bitter laugh. "Percy." He pulls his mouth into a straight line, a grimace of sorts. "You can be a thorn in my side at times, but why should you be sorry?"

He shifts his weight on his feet. "Because... because it's what people might have said to me when I was in a similar state. I'm not sure if it would ever have made me feel better, but I suppose it shows some level of... respect. Condolences. Comfort, sometimes. Or so I've heard."

He pulls his coat tighter around his torso, the bite in the air unforgiving even as you mourn for your childhood home while your knees press into dirt. You risk a glance up at his face, and his forlorn expression shatters your already broken heart. He feigns a weak smile, and ducks his chin in sympathy. "It's not for everyone, I suppose."

It's a cold comfort as your grip on the ashes of your home loosens, and slips through your fingers, like sand lost in the wind.

Percy says your name, clear and grounding, and you manage to tear your gaze from what's left of your history. "Look at me." You crane your neck to look to where he looms over your hunched form. "Home is a feeling... I know that more than anybody."

Slowly, so slowly and gentle as if caught in slow motion, he crouches down to meet your height. He appraises you for a hesitant moment, then reaches out to wipe a tear that trails down your cheek, one that you had accidentally neglected. It smears across your skin smoothly, leaving a clean line in the thin layer of dust you had acquired since the battle and trek over here.

He looks at you softly, and you nearly sob from the incredible amount of emotions you feel all at once. You grip his hand like a lifeline and press it into your face so that you can lean into the comfort he's providing, and a shudder washes over you at the warmth radiating from his glove.

Percy nudges your chin up with his free hand, and you have no choice but to meet his watery eyes.

"And you feel like home to me."

In that moment, you know you feel the same for him.

*****

[posts this and RUNS]

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rachel-of-autumnbow · 6 months

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At the beginning of November i thought i shouldn't make everything vaxleth but now I simply don't fucking care, I want these two dumbasses to be happy and I'll write as much as i feel like it

#fanovember #critical role #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #cr1 #critical role fanfiction #critical role tlovm #tlovm #critical role keyleth #critical role vax #vaxleth

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hymn-of-muse · 1 year

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With Your Permission

A Percy De Rolo x Reader, Featuring Vax'ildan as your brother!

requested by the amazing @syth-de-rolo

"It'll be fine." Taking a deep breath, Percy did his best to convince himself things would go well, keeping his composure. But in truth, he was a nervous wreck.

It was super simple, it should be easy, he went over what he'd say a million times, but still he was almost sure it wouldnt go how he'd thought.

Standing outside Vax'ildan's room, he took one more deep breath, raising his hand and lightly knocking on the door. At this point it was clear to the party how much you and percy loved each other, even more so obvious to your brother, who'd already opened the door before percy could even finish knocking.

"Ah-Hello four eyes, did you need something?" he asked, chuckling a bit at the fact that they surprised each other.

"yes-" percy cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, a bit out of nervous habit at this point. "i wanted to ask you something, its a bit important, if you dont mind me taking up a bit of your time."

Vax's eyes shifted past percy, over his shoulder towards...Keyleth's room, before he shrugged and stepped aside with a nod to let percy inside. "alright then, freddy, what is it?" he asked, still using nicknames.

"well..." percy started, stepping into vax's room and going over the question in his head once more as the door shut behind him. "you see...I'm thinking of asking (name) to marry me-"

a noise came from vax, almost like he had nearly just choked on air. "wait wait, youre what?" he asked, a bit surprised by the sudden announcement of percy planning to propose to his sibling. "dont you think vex would be better to speak to for advice on things like that?"

"well no, you two are closer. and its not exactly advice im looking for. Vax'ildan, I'm asking for your blessing to marry them." Percy clarified, already feeling embarrassment rise up as his face got a little pink. "if its alright...With your permission-" he tried to reiterate or rephrase what he said but stumbled over his words.

"I got it Percy." Vax stopped him. "I honestly should have expected that to come from you, but you still managed to catch me off guard." he chuckled.

vax making the moment a bit more light hearted somehow did not ease percy's anxiousness over things. "right well...i just wanted to be sure everything was alright with you, seeing as youre siblings and very close at that, and i value your opinion." he started rambling again.

"Percival." Vax stopped him again. "You don't need my permission to marry my sibling, you both make each other very happy, they love you, anyone with eyes can see that. So of course i'm alright with it, my friend and my sibling getting married is more than fine by me."

Percy let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding this whole time. "thank you."

"of course." he placed a hand on percy's shoulder, his face going from a smile to a more serious look that immediately brought back percy's nervousness. "but know that if you hurt them, de rolo, i will hunt you down and make your life hell." like a flip of a switch vax's smile was back. "not that you'll need to worry about that, you make them very happy, i'm sure they'll be overjoyed at your proposal."

"you really think so? I'm not even sure they'll say yes." percy admitted, ignoring the threat he just got from Vax a mere second ago.

"Well I am, i know they love you. especially with all those looks you both keep giving each other when you think none of us are looking." he teased, nudging percy's arm with his shoulder, successfully embarrassing the gunslinger.

"yes we...thank you Vax'ildan." percy gave a small smile. "I'll stop taking up your time and let you get back to trying to sneak into Keyleth's room." he teased back as he headed out, leaving vax-who thought he was being smooth-flustered and stammering to try and come up with an excuse.

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artistanilu · 1 year

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First commission of the year! Thank you to my dear friend who commissioned me to make this for her! If you like Vox Machina or are part of the fandom be sure to send her some love as well! Please do not use without permission.

@officialtrashbin

Fanfic: archiveofourown.org/works/42889395

#commission #commission work #vox machina #vampire au #the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #percy x vex #vex'halia #fanart #digital artist #artist anilu #perc'ahlia #critical role #tlovm vex #tlovm #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #percy critical role #vex'ahlia fanart

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justafandomgvrl · 1 year

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Here’s more VM requests. Again, however you wanna write it, I’m mostly obsessed with Percy but however many people you want and if you wanna write it like a Headcanon or one shot I’m fine either way. But reader using the fake out make out tactic with them? They’re hiding from the guards and reader slightly dishevels their clothes before pulling whoever into a heated kiss to fool the guards.

- extremely short, I'm sorry. Also sorry it took so long, it's been a rough couple of weeks.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Percy hissed as the two of you ducked down yet another alley, temporarily losing the guards. You were both panting for breath, leaning on your knees. "How did I get dragged into this?" He grumbled, adjusting his glasses. You stared at him with wide eyes.

"This was your idea!"

"They went this way!" You looked around for somewhere to hide but there was nothing to take cover behind. He started to run but you grabbed his shoulder, shaking your head.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you took off his glasses and hid them in one of his pockets. You unbuttoned the top of his shirt and ruffled his hair, backing against a wall and pulling him close to you.

"Do you trust me?"

"I-" you cut him off as the guards rounded the corner, pulling his face toward yours until your lips met. He responded with surprising eagerness, like a man drowning who finally found water. His hands found home on your waist and in your hair as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His body melded against yours as though you were made for each other. You found yourself pulling him impossibly closer, not realising how much you had wanted this.

"Oh, Gods." One of the guards huffed, turning around. "Let's look somewhere else."

The footsteps faded and Percy stepped back, breathless. "Why did you - what - how did you know that would work?" he whispered and you smiled at him.

"I just knew." You paused, looking up at him. You swallowed and stepped closer to him again leaning up and pecking his lips. "Come on. Let's find the others."

#the legend of vox machina #critical role #tlovm #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percy de rolo #one shot #fanfiction #short oneshots #oneshot

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thelaughtercafe · 3 months

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Tension

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea

Potential Triggers: Nothing comes to mind, but let me know if you think something should go here!

Pairing: Vax/F!Reader (Can be read as romantic or platonic!)

Length: 2.2k+

Summary: Vax's observant nature helps him discover you're hiding a few juicy secrets, and he helps encourage you to be more honest in the future.

A/N: So, new fandom, who dis? Yes, I'm now binging Critical Role Campaign 1, and completely whipped for Vax and Percy both. I'm up to the beginning of Episode 40, so no spoilers please but I have quite a few tword fic ideas. Also, I know Silence doesn't work in DND like this, but shhh fic liberties-

Vax was what many would call observant. Used to lingering in the shadows as he was, he found it almost comforting to look over his friends and family both if they lingered where he could see them. He sipped on his ale, watching as you chatted with Vex and Keyleth about something or other. Percy was tinkering with his machine’s as usual, paying the conversations around him no mind, and Scanlan had found himself a friend for the night. Grog had no such luck but he was no less happy to be enjoying ale by the mug full. Pike had also retired early, claiming tiredness and needing to work in a quiet environment unlike Percy. Vax himself was situated just by the bar, debating if teasing Percy or his sister would be more fun when he spotted something interesting.

You’d quirked up and seemed to be waving your hands in a sheepish refusal. He couldn’t hear it from here what about, and opted to drift closer, expertly maneuvering the crowds of dwarves before he leaned against the wall by the stairs.

“Really Grog, I appreciate the offer but it already feels better, I promise!”

“Do you doubt Grog’s masseuse skills?”

Vax felt a smile twitch at his lips, eyes narrowing perceptively as you refused again.

“Not at all! All the others rave about how great they are, I just genuinely don’t need one. It was just a spasm! Besides, Percy looks way more tense than I do, look at how the poor guy is hunched over!”

Grog lit up at that and grinned, whacking you on the shoulder cheerfully before moving to attend to Percy.

“Grog can help with that! Great idea!”

You let out a sigh the moment the goliath turned his back to you, after ensuring the others were occupied. Vex had gone with Keyleth to grab more drinks and they were talking to the bartender, and you didn’t spot him, all but melded into the shadow of the stairs as he was. He saw the way you rolled not one, but both of your shoulders and winced, fingers pressing into and attempting to release the tension stored there.

He smirked darkly.

You were a clever little thing, weren’t you? Redirecting Grog, lying so he wouldn’t worry, feigning. You had a secret and if there was one thing Vax enjoyed? It was finding out that which should not be known.

…and maybe punishing you, just a little, in the process for trying to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t and being a naughty little liar. He'd warned you before, as had the others, it wasn't his fault you didn't listen. You had a nasty habit of trying to take on everyone else's burdens while denying your own.

He figured you’d be retreating to your room sooner rather than later and after a gentle tap and a whisper to Vex telling her not to wait up, he found himself surprised as his sister grabbed his wrist before he could slip away.

“Take care of her, will you? She’s been rubbing her shoulder anytime she thinks we’re not watching. If you hadn’t come over, I was going to press the issue. Shall I inform Pike?”

He cleared his throat in embarrassment, smiling sheepishly. Of course his sister had seen right through him, and you both.

“Aye. You know I will. I’ll tell her, depending on how bad it is.”

His eyes moved from her to where you were watching Percy try to escape Grog with fondness in your eyes.

“...I have a feeling there’s a reason she’s dodging Grog’s attempts. Something she’s flustered about, if I had to guess.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as his mischievous eyes returned to his sister’s.

“A shame, that. For her I mean.”

Vex’s look turned scolding.

“Try and go easy on her, brother.”

He shrugged, amusement flooding him.

“Depends how quickly she folds, I suppose. If she’s stubborn, even I can't help but have a limit to my patience, you know. Besides, she may even enjoy my methods of persuasion. You certainly did~”

A flash of teeth and he dodged her playful slap with a laugh as she blushed.

“Shut up, Vax! Honestly, I asked once, why can’t you just let it go?”

“Are you actually whining? Heh, does Percy know? Maybe I should-”

Vax couldn’t dodge fast enough this time as Vex tugged him down to hiss in his ear.

“Breathe a word and Trinket will have your head.”

“Alright, alright, you win! Always so violent to your dear brother aren’t you?”

He brushed off his clothes before looking back over towards you.

“Alright, I’m off. Wish me luck, hm? And be a dear and cast Silence for me, won’t you?”

Vex’ahlia sighed and with a moment of focus and a mumble it was done.

“Doing that for her, not you!”

Was called after but Vax waved her off.

Now all he had to do was hang out; he was sure you’d follow shortly.

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You cracked your neck and barely stifled a wince as your shoulder seized again. You hadn’t injured it, but thanks to holding all of your tension in them, and your neck; you were really feeling the effects.

You felt bad redirecting Grog like that, but you’d seen the way Percy had grasped his shoulder too, and knew he wouldn’t crumple like you would. Lesser of two evils. He gave in eventually, and lucky for him, he probably wasn’t in pain anymore. It was early in the night, but you bid your remaining party goodnight and retired to your room. You jumped at the sight of Vax on your bed before relaxing, rolling your eyes.

“You could’ve asked and I would’ve just given you the key to my room you know.”

He shot a boyish grin your way.

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, it’s good practice for my fingers. Got to keep them loose and limber, you know.”

“Mmhmm.”

You brushed him off as you flitted about your room and got changed for the night behind the folding screen. It had been a pleasant surprise the inn had one as many didn’t.

You emerged in your nightgown and crossed your arms as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“So…what’s up? Did you need something?”

He pretended to be stabbed in overdramatic fashion.

“Oh, you wound me! Can’t I come check on my favorite party member without ulterior motives?”

“Sure, you can and have before. But you’re typically chatty, and occasionally tipsy. You seem barely buzzed and you’ve been oddly quiet for you in general, let alone if this was one of your typical calls. You can tell me if I’m wrong but…I don’t like that look in your eye.”

He smiled, and moved to sit up from where he’d been laying on your bed, tossing his dagger carelessly. He placed it on the bedside table. He was already changed, you noted. In black two piece pajamas, and you’d spotted his black robe behind the curtain. Was he planning on staying overnight? You didn’t mind, of course but again…this was too meticulous. He was planning something, you just weren’t sure what.

“What look might that be, darling?”

You hesitated and then swallowed, something giddy and nervous at once stirring in you as you felt heat in your cheeks and it made you look away.

“Anticipation. You look not unlike the cat who got the cream. You almost look…predatory, if I had to pick the right word.”

“How frightening~ It’s nothing so serious as all that! “

He moved to stand and you stood your ground as he approached you, finally returning your gaze to his hazel eyes.

“How’re your shoulders?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and he felt the way you tensed, racking your brain for an excuse.

“Oh, you heard my conversation with Grog earlier, huh? Like I said, it was just a spasm. I’m fine now-”

His smile widened a tad and then he squeezed, with just the right amount of pressure to get the reaction he guessed at.

“For reheHEal!”

You tried to play it off as a cough, bending over and shoving at him to try to get him to release you. He did, backing up a step or two as he observed you.

“Sorry about that. Worst time to get a cough.”

You mustered an apologetic smile, shaky though it was and Vax let his eyes narrow.

“...Do you think I’m an idiot? You’re lying again? This is starting to become quite the habit. C’mon, lemme see.”

The expression you made was priceless but Vax kept his unamused expression as he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you over to the bed, gently sitting you down and then looking at you expectantly. Poor thing. You were clearly having an inner debate in your mind over what to do. Shame he wouldn't give you any more time. He motioned to the bed as he moved to stand.

“Well? Go on, lay down. Let me see how bad it is.”

“It’s really nothing Vax, I swear! Just drop it!”

“Oh right, because you jolting like a scared gob’ was so subtle. If there’s truly nothing wrong then let me see.”

Gods he was such an asshole. Why did your reactions have to be so damn entertaining? …Still, he was absolutely going to Hell for leading you on like this.

You reluctantly laid down face down and he situated himself at your hips, ensuring you weren’t in pain before continuing.

“Alright, now you better tell me if anything hurts. I’ll know if you lie again. Got it?”

You nodded and he couldn’t help his smirk now that you couldn't see him, though his voice kept that concerned, slightly hard edge as he dug into your shoulders at once.

You damn near about seized and your hand rushed to cover your mouth.

“Did that hurt?”

You shook your head and he growled.

“You must really think I’m blind or something! You can’t even talk!”

Oh, yeah. Definitely going to Hell.

Now that he was feeling your shoulders, though, it was obvious you had a lot of tension. No wonder you’d been rubbing them earlier. He let his thumbs do most of the work digging in and though he heard you squeak, now and again, every time he asked if you were in pain you denied. It was when his index and middle finger found a knot of tension on the cusp of your neck and shoulder that you finally broke, and tried to reach back to tap his leg, laughing.

“Fhuhuhuck Vax please! It doesn’t huhuhurt it-it thihihihihckles!!”

He giggled himself and stopped for a moment to crack his fingers before he answered, all casual nonchalance.

“About time you admitted it.”

You whimpered in embarrassment and he would bet money you were beyond grateful he couldn't see your expression as you hid your face in your pillow.

“You knew?! Why didn’t you say anything then!?”

“As payback. For lying, both to Grog and most especially, to me. Next time, tell the truth and I won’t have to be so…”

He spidered fingertips over your shoulders to hear you laugh before pulling back again.

“Willfully ignorant.”

You groaned.

“You’re the worst.”

“I hope you know I’ve just started. All joking aside, your shoulder and neck are wrecked, love. Ticklish or not, you’ll feel leagues better if I work these out.”

“You can’t!”

Your instant response gave him pause.

“What are you so worried about? Surely you must know I’d never judge you for something as paltry as being ticklish.”

“It’s…not that. Gods, Vax, I swear if you tell anyone else-”

You whirled to look at him and he met your eyes unflinchingly.

“I won’t. I swear it.”

You hesitated and then hid your face again after deeming him to be telling the truth.

“I…I don’t entirely hate it. Truth be told, it’s the opposite. I really…enjoy it.”

He couldn’t help snickering, but he was quick to clarify at how silent you got, to reassure you.

“I-hehe. Oh, shit. I’m not laughing at you. I promise. Just, oh Lord, give me a second.”

He finally collected himself, running a hand through his hair and sighed.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that. It’s too cute for me not to laugh. If you ever want to be tickled you know all you have to do is ask.”

“You say that like it’s easy but-”

“But you’d prefer to be a brat to get me to tickle you instead because it’s easier, hm? In character for you. I’m fine with that. For now.”

“For now?”

“Yes. For now. If you keep hiding things from us for what you believe is our benefit, and putting yourself down- now I have the perfect way to punish you. Maybe then the lesson will stick that you are anything but less than.”

“Vax…”

He brushed off the vulnerability with ease, returning to his playful affect, as if he hadn't said anything.

“As I said for tonight, however, I’m more than happy to put you in your place when you act up but…”

You squeaked as he dragged his index finger down your spine, making you shiver.

“There’s still the matter of all this tension you’re holding. Do I have your permission to deal with it, even if it tickles?”

“Mm…mmhmm.”

“Heh. Good. I’m not going to go easy on you now that I know you like this, I hope you know.”

He leaned down to blow air into your ear before whispering.

“We’ve got quite a lot of lost time to make up for~”

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Hey, you know the assassin you sent to kill me? They’re part of my found family now. Suck it.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Because i like pain, can i get basically the sunken tomb/those who walk away (tlovm) but it's reader who dies, not vex? She jumps in front of vex as the blast goes off. Can be either Vax or percy x reader.

Turned out to a percy x reader and hope you like the result. Angsty but with a happy ending. 😘

He can’t move. He can’t breathe. His heart has stopped in his chest. Life has ceased to be linear, or perhaps even moving at all. He is stuck in that one doomed moment. He is trapped within his own body with is own bloody mind. He can’t. He can’t. Percy can’t even think or process. He’s stuck in that single image of you. That damned sarcophagus. It looked fine. Everything was fine. Vex gave it a once over. The three of you pushed the top off and there was the deathwalker’s ward still on the corpse of the previous owner. You’d stepped to the end, with Vex. You’d taken to observing the intricate runes on the inside. Vex warned him not to touch but it was too late. He’d reached in and set off a trap. It would have hit her if you hadn’t pushed her aside and in doing so, knocked yourself off balance and into the full force of whatever damned thing hit you.

Some kind of magic struck out, hit you square in the chest and sent you flying like some rag doll. You hit the ground with a sickening smack and crack. That breath, that single exhale that left your body unmoving, that’s where Percy got stuck, watching as the light in your eyes dimmed, those eyes that kept staring at him. They all ran to you but he was stuck. You weren’t moving. You weren’t responding to their calls nor pleas. There was nothing left of you to respond. Once that dawned on him, once it hit him what he had done, had caused, he was left broken. Somehow his legs carried him to your side, where Vax held you in his arms, Vex clutched your hand unable to speak, Pike rushed to heal you but there’s nothing to heal, nothing to be done. You were gone. You are gone. You’re gone.

Things move quickly after. Percy doesn’t know what grace kept him on his feet when he found it within him to join the others. He could not look away from you. Kash had already started whatever ritual he was performing. A resurrection rite. Everything moved so fast. Questions were asked, what happened how did this happen, who was with you? He was but he couldn’t answer. He couldn’t break away from your cold dead eyes. They’ll forever haunt him. They were so full of life just mere moments before when you cracked a joke and smiled, calling him out on his lack of divine worship. He’d retorted with some clever witty remark. Those were the last words he’d spoken to you. He couldn’t even bloody remember them. He can’t even remember your last words.

But then reason hits. It’s not working. The ritual it’s not working. It has to work. It has to work! The Raven Queen, she resides over death and apparently resurrections do not sit well with her or her domain. The others try to suggest things, solutions, but they are not that. Percy finds it within himself to speak some desperate sense; they’re under a lake, where are they going to go? They’re losing time. This has to work now. They can’t give up! He’s begging them, begging anyone, everyone. This can’t be happening! The spell breaks and you’re not moving. Percy’s ears are ringing. He wants to shout and scream and cry but inside him a void begins to grow and leaves him terrified of himself.

Several breaths pass and then, by some miracle, the light returns to your eyes, you shoot up and you’re gasping for air. You’re awake. He’s riddled with guilt once more. You turn to him and stare at him with those damned eyes and while he sees the life in them now, he’s haunted with that blank stare of your corpse.

“What happened?” How is he supposed to answer that question? He was an idiot and should have listened. This is all his fault. He got reckless and greedy and stupid and it cost you your life!

“I touched the armour and you… you were…” He can’t speak the words. The others speak but he does not hear them. “It was an accident.” Why do you keep looking at him. Your eyes should be filled with hatred and anger but you’re not. You’re relieved. You look at him as if this is not all on him. Accident or not, he is still to blame. Luckily distraction comes quickly. The armour is procured and in Vax’s possession for some reason.

You’re back on your feet and a bit wobbly but insist you want to get out of here as much as the others do. Pike has you at first but whether out of habit or sheer guilt, Percy find himself next to you and you lean on him whenever you stumble slightly. He catches you every time you don’t reach for him. It’s definitely a force of habit because each touch is torture. With each touch that scene keeps replaying. Outside on the banks of the lake Vox Machina decides it’s time to take a rest. Everyone’s exhausted and hurt from the fight to get out. Goodbyes are exchanged Zahra and Kash and upon the sunset Percy wanders off on his own. He had the intention of finding Vax, and apologise for what he caused. He did and got punched in the face. Seems that your best friend gave him a smidge of what he deserves. He deserves so much worse but it’s something. But then you have to find him, alone, ass in the snow, processing the pain in his jaw and contemplating every single mistake in his life that could have spared you this fate.

“Percy?” You come up to him. There’s still a slight tremble in your step despite your self-assured expression. No matter how well you might be at hiding your feelings, you always have a tell. You may pretend this doesn’t affect you but he sees it does. That just makes it worse. Still you find it within yourself to try and make him feel better. He wishes you wouldn’t. It’d be easier if you were angry with him, even better if you too decided to take your pound of flesh. Instead you kneel down next to him and look at what must be the mark of his preview to punishment.

“I fell…” He tries a poor excuse but you don’t buy it. Especially not with the extra set of footprints leading away. You place your palm against his cheek. Your touch is cold, he assumes because of the snow but for some reason he cannot help but imagine the worst. Still he leans into your touch.

“Must have been a strange fall. How does one fall on their ass and face simultaneously?” You joke and normally you’d have earned a chuckle or a retort. ‘With great difficulty’ is what you expected him to say or something along those lines but instead you just get silence and downcast eyes that refuse to meet yours. You settle on your knees and bring your other palm to cup his face and lift his gaze to meet yours. Percy bites the inside of his cheek.

“How can you pretend this doesn’t affect you? How can you take this so lightly?” You pull back and fold your hands together to preserve some warmth. Your skin feels wrong, your body feels wrong. Every breath you take you’re suddenly aware of. The blood pumping through your veins, it’s as if you can feel it and it hurts. Everything hurts and you feel as if you’re going to burst any second as if someone could prick you with a needle and suddenly you’d explode. You feel vulnerable and have become so incredibly aware of your mortality, in anything you do, anything you have done; every choice you’ve ever made. It haunts you past, present and future. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You thought of going out into the trees just so scream but that wouldn’t help. You’d just be left with the pain. You thought of ignoring it but that turned on you quickly. You noticed the silence when Percy was around. When you’re near him you feel alive and not some dead person walking. You feel like you can take on this life without being afraid of what happened and what you might face. You feel as if as long as he’s near you’ll be alright. That’w why you came to find him in the first place, didn’t you. You hoped he’d help you see things as they had been before your accident, but that didn’t seem possible.

“Because if I don’t I’ll just be terrified. I’ll break down until there’s nothing left of me and I don’t think I’ll be able to cope. This is all that’s keeping me together. You’re keeping me together.” Those words are harder to speak out loud than you thought, as if speaking them makes them real and undeniable. You suppose that’s true. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat along with your breathing. It just won’t go away and the more you try to ignore it, the worse it gets.

“You died because of me. You shouldn’t even be able to look at me!” There’s so many things running through your head that want to respond to Percy. You manage to stop some of the more irrational ones, the ones you know you’ll regret the moment you speak them.

“Is that what you think you deserve? My anger? My hatred? You won’t get it. Yes, you caused this but it was an accident. That doesn’t make it right but if you are in such desperate need to repent for a mistake, you can do so! I need you, Percy! I need you right now because without you I fear I will fall apart! So please, I’m begging you; do not abandon me now.” You plead. He’s unmoving. You reach out. He doesn’t flinch or turn away. He doesn’t respond so you halt and repeat once more. “Please, Percy. I’m begging you…” You place your hand on his cheek and this time he leans into your palm, even if hesitantly so. You’re about to pull away, seeing that reluctance but before you can his hand clasps over yours and holds it in place.

“I will not ask for your forgiveness-“ You got to speak but he’s not finished yet. “I will not accept it should you offer it to me because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. But you’re right. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. I’d hand you the stars on a silver platter if you asked. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.”

“Percy…” You sigh. That’s not what you meant. You don’t mean to ask for his compliance or service. You ask him to be your friend, your confidant, your rock when the tides get too much in the same way he has always been for you. You’re asking him to be himself, nothing more, nothing less but here he is offering you the world.

“I won’t ask you to accept or turn me away. I will be at your whims for however long you wish me to be-“ Percy keeps going. He has to make this right. You give him a chance to prove himself worthy of you and all you’ve given him. You’ve given him the chance to truly earn your forgiveness in your eyes and his. But you interrupt him by literally placing his palm over his mouth to silence him. Once you make eye contact and you give him a silent ‘are you done’ and he nods you let go.

“Then I order you to stop now.” His heart skips a beat. He cannot breathe. “I don’t need a knight in shining armour or some servant at my beck and call. I just need you. I just need you to be here, now. I don’t need the moon on a string, or you begging on your knees. I don’t need you to fetch me some drink or write me my correspondence. I need you to just be you.” That punch hits far harder than anyone could have dealt. It’s the sheer realisation that his life is more valuable than his actions and choices and deeds. His life exceeds a purpose. It’s a terrifying reality but then he looks at you and sees through you, into your own fear and doubt and he sees, that’s what you need. You need someone who understands fear and pain and he does. Gods he knows he does. That’s why you need him to be here and to be him. That’s why you can look him in the eye. You feel like he’s the only one that truly understands right now because he too, albeit a long time ago came to realise how fragile mortality truly is and all the thoughts that accompany that revelation.

“I know.” He whispers nodding to himself. He reaches out. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You allow yourself to twist and mould into his side, tuck under his arm and curl against his chest. This feels real. This is real. You can hear his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest with every breath; something you had previously not been aware of nor ever focussed truly focussed on unless it was out of the ordinary. You take a deep ragged breath yourself. You feel cold trail down your cheeks from your eyes and only truly process you’re crying when gloved fingers wipe them away. Percy whispers words of comfort; meaningless he might say but these are the words he had wished he heard when he was alone and suffering. You pull yourself closer to him until the tears subside.

There’s still a long way to go. This does not resolve the issue nor Percy’s guilt. This doesn’t make anything right or change anything. It’s the beginning of a road to a better future you carve out together. Wherever it leads, he will be at your side as long as this world allows. He’ll fight tooth to nail to have it be so. He’ll make this right. But most of all, he’ll be there for you.

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