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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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A little present for the awesome @racfoam with Harriet and Voldemort. We’ve been chatting and I got inspired. Fun fact, swing dancing was very popular when Voldemort was young.

The portraits outside the ballroom at Malfoy manor were no doubt either confused or enraged beyond all reason. Big band jazz music was blaring throughout the massive room. Death Eaters and the Malfoy’s stood under the grand, crystal chandeliers as the Dark Lord and Girl-Who-Lived spun around each other with quick feet, swing dancing.

It was a popular dance when Voldemort was young. He learned when he’d spend his days wandering London in the summer during his Hogwarts years. He always spent as little time as possible at the Orphanage and old Mrs Cole wouldn’t be caught dead in the dance halls and jazz clubs in London. Even if she did decide to go hunting for him she’d never brace the dance floor. The best place for him to avoid the gaze of that miserable old hag was in the crowd of dancing couples. The fact that swing dancing ended up being kind of fun was just a bonus.

Though now, dancing with Harriet, who had a massive smile lighting up her face, it was the most fun Voldemort had had in a long time. Perhaps the most fun he’d ever had. The only reason Harriet even knew that Voldemort could swing dance was because she once walked into his room and found him listening to a record player playing big band jazz music. She’d never expected him to like music at all (especially after her little trick with her rock music) and if he did she would’ve expected nothing but classical. Seemed the Dark Lord still surprised her. She asked about the jazz music and how he grew to like it. Before she knew it Voldemort was out of his robes, into some trousers and showing her the basics of swing.

Now her low heeled shoes clacked on the ball room floor and her knee length, black skirt fanned out around her as she twirled. She also wore solid black leggings under her dress. Normally she wouldn't but she didn’t feel too comfortable showing too much leg around the Death Eaters due to the high energy dance. All attention was on them once the music changed and the other couples vacated the floor. Voldemort wasn’t complaining. Harriet was so lost in dancing with the red eyed man she almost missed her step when he spoke without looking away from her.

“Got something you’d like to say, Lucius?” Voldemort asked, stepping around Harriet as he twirled her so they were now dancing on opposite sides.

Their host startled, not realizing his lord would even notice the bewildered look on his face. Lucius cleared his throat to give himself a moment so he could gather his thoughts and his nerve. He wasn’t sure how the dark lord would react to this but he hoped the other man would be too distracted by his soulmate to start casting Crucios. “I’m simply surprised, my lord. I didn’t expect you to know any muggle dances, let alone one so… energetic.” Not to mention the fact that his lord was wearing a muggle suit. Not like one could do such moves in robes anyway.

Voldemort scoffed. “Please, your father spent two weeks incessantly begging me to teach him how to do this.” He twirled Harriet out before pulling her back to him. Using her momentum he pulled her back in and spun her around his body before setting her back on her feet. Harriet’s bright eyes and the sight of her hair slipping from her ponytail almost distracted him from Lucius.

“What?” Lord Malfoy asked, face revealing the depths of his surprise. Oh Abraxas would’ve been so disappointed at the unfettered emotion on Lucius’s face. “Forgive me my lord but when would my father have ever seen you do this?”

Voldemort almost rolled his eyes. “There was a function my sixth year at Hogwarts and a Pureblood Gryffindor I disliked had been rather irritating the entire night. Seeing as how I couldn’t curse him in front of the teachers I decided to pull his muggleborn girlfriend onto the dance floor and show her what real dancing was.” He said with a smirk, remembering the boy’s face as he tossed his date in the air.

Harriet was snickering. “And how long did those two stay dating?”

“Not very long.” Voldemort smirked, dipping Harriet low when she jumped into his arms. “Though as a result of my little performance I had numerous students coming up to me at all hours of the day asking for dance lessons. Abraxas being the most incessant and vocal. I eventually taught him as a reward for scaring off everyone else.”

“Why would my father want to learn?” Lucius asked.

“Your mother in particular was quite impressed with the show.” He paused his story as Harriet pressed her back to his. He then knelt down, allowing Harriet to roll over his back and end up in front of him again. “You know, Abraxas wasn’t supposed to marry your mother. He was engaged to a girl two years behind him, Melody Parkinson. I believe your mother was to marry a Carrow. Not only that, but Talia Rosier wouldn’t give Abraxas the time of day.”

It was difficult to hear over the music but there were several snickers coming from various Death Eaters. Lucius himself was beginning to look more and more ridiculous, his grey eyes were so wide one may worry they might pop out of his head.

“In any event, I allowed your father to practice with me; picking me up, tossing me and catching me. Abraxas quickly learned that dropping me would be worse than dropping Talia.” No one needed to guess what the punishment for dropping the Dark Lord was.

“Once I declared him passable he renewed his chase of Talia. I don’t care to know how he convinced her to dance with him but seeing as how your here, Lucius, it’s clear that my dance lessons were instrumental in Abraxas getting the woman he wanted.” Voldemort smirked. “In fact, during my best man speech at their wedding I took full credit for the event. Now I believe I’ll take full credit for your existence.”

There was outright laughter at the sight of Lucius’s dropped jaw now, even from Harriet. Bellatrix’s loud cackling was heard the most over the music. Voldemort was too focused on Harriet to notice, though.

#harry potter #harriet potter #voldemort #lord voldemord #harrymort #tomarry #swing dance #harry potter au

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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I need to make a list of random Headcanons for this.

Harriet’s fear isn’t Dementors/fear, I’d imagine it’d be captivity/powerlessness. That could be her motivation for going dark, a desire to never be pushed around or held prisoner again.

Her cause is more freedom fighting and down with the government. Her desire for power is born out of a desire to never be controlled again but I don’t know if that means she wants to be the new leader of magical Britain or if she’s simply tearing down the establishment so she can be left in peace.

Harriet’s guardians treated her much the same in this AU and probably worse than in canon though considering her becoming a Dark Lady she probably snapped and killed them.

When she originally opened the Chamber of Secrets and accidentally killed Myrtle she rarely spoke in Parseltongue again. She has no problems with blood status and Myrtle was an honest accident. (I Headcanon that Voldemort didn’t kill her on purpose either. The basilisk simply turned to face the movement that was Myrtle coming out of the stall and whoops.

I don’t have many Headcanons for Tom. Don’t know why. Eh.

Dark Lady Harriet’s “snake face” looks like this.

Ok but here me out, role reversal AU. Harriet is the evil Dark Lady and Tom is the boy destined to destroy her. I don’t know if Harriet (she’d need a cool Dark Lady name) would look similar to Voldy but I think it’d be cool if she looked like Muriel from Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters. Hedwig is now her giant snowy owl that she can ride and seems to spy for her. She was still a Gryffindor and Tom is still a Slytherin. There’s so much fun to be had. Though I don’t know if Harriet would be the one obsessively stalking her soul mate or if Tom is still chasing Harriet. He’s definitely attracted to power either way.

I think Dark Lady Harriet would be a bit uninterested in Tom, who absolutely pines for her. Tom would be the one doing the chasing still, it's just how his character is. 🤣

#racofam #harrymort #female harry potter #voldemort #role reversal au

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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1000 posts!

Oh, ok. Cool.

#1000 posts #tumblr milestone

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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Hey, you know those "modern person gets sent into (whatever fantasy world?)" Let's reverse it. If you could show Percy something in the modern world, a museum or even just a target, what would you show him? I'm still working on the other requests but writing Percy being in love with a modern woman from our world will be so much fun.

#percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #percival de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii x reader

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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Hi :)

You wanted Percy x reader asks so here I am

I'm not sure if you like this but I would like Percy holding or interacting with his first (newborn) child because it's just so sweet and he would be the best dad. He would make them toys and get excited every time they learn something new. And maybe the baby having his eyes cause they are the prettiest green.

Percy x reader/OC spending a nice date in the park/at the lake, maybe it ends in watching the sunset. Percy tinkered something for reader (either something useful or something nice) and in turn reader also surprises him with a thing they made themselves.

Or (I have too many ideas)

Grog accidentally breaks Percy's glasses and now he struggles with his poor eyesight so the next day reader takes him into the city to find an optometrist to get new ones made. Can either be sweet or funny or both.

I wouldn't mind you writing one or all of them, you choose :)

Authors Note: so I only did 2 but I will definitely do number three at some point. I just wasn’t quite feeling it right this moment and I really wanted to post this. Anyways, enjoy!

Ansuya was exhausted, understandably so. She’d faced down dragons, vampires, giants and so much more, and the thing that caused her more pain than anything else was a mere seven pounds, five ounces and twenty inches long. Like many a foe, he had been screaming and covered in blood. However, that was an hour ago.

Now, Percy’s son was resting peacefully in his arms. He’d been cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket that Ansuya had made. It was dark blue like his favored coat and had the De Rolo crest stitched on in shiny, gold color thread. The creator of both the blanket and child had followed her son’s example and gone to sleep. Percy took a moment to marvel at the woman who’d given him such a precious gift. Her dark skin had been cleaned of the sweat that had drenched her body and she’d been changed into a clean robe. Her bedding had also been switched out and her black hair had once again been tied back. She’d been so exhausted Percy doubted she’d wake up before dawn as had been her ritual since long before he’d known her. He had no plans to wake her. She’d earned her rest for fighting so hard to bring their son into the world.

A slight movement from the bundle in his arms brought Percy’s gaze down. Their son had a mixture of his parent’s complexion, far darker than Percy but still lighter than his mother. He had some wisps of dark brown hair on his head, an adorable nose and ten little fingers and toes. Percy kept counting them. Logically he knew the number of fingers and toes wouldn’t change, but that didn’t stop the tinkerer from doing it over and over again.

Percy created a lot of things; fire arms, traps and other weapons. More recently he found himself crafting children’s toys, a music box, a cradle and a small mobile with little dragons. He found those to be quite fulfilling but this little person in his arms, cradled to his chest?

This small boy was his proudest and most beloved creation.

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(AN: time for story 2)

The light gleamed off the lake and made it sparkle in the midday sun. Percy and Ansuya managed to find a shaded spot to lay out their blanket. Percy offered to sit closer to the water since he knew it reminded her of home but she teased that she didn’t want him in the sun too much.

“We don’t need you looking like a boiled lobster because your delicate skin couldn’t handle the rays.” She said, caressing his cheek. Percy rolled his eyes but the small smile betrayed his amusement and that her concern for him was appreciated.

Now they sat, back against the tree with the remnants of their lunch neatly packed away in their basket. Ansuya was resting her head on Percy’s shoulder while he ran his fingers through her hair. She’d let it out of its customary braid so that Percy could stroke the curled strands. Ansuya took a deep breath and nuzzled further into Percy’s shoulder.

“Keep doing that and I might think you’re trying to burrow under my skin.” Percy said, his chuckled slightly jostling her.

The dark skinned woman smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “There’s a thought. I’m just glad we did this, it’s nice to get away.”

“Yes,” Percy said, pressing a kiss to her head. “I enjoy spending time with you that isn’t interrupted every five minutes.” He said, grumbling at the memory of Scanlan walking in only to start teasing him while he was spending time with Ansuya. The bard hadn’t walked in on anything particularly interesting but the didn’t stop Scanlan from relentlessly teasing him.

Ansuya chuckled. “It also helps you. You’re so much more relaxed.” She said, sitting up so she could rub his shoulder. She could feel a lot less stress in him. She couldn’t hide her smile at how he nearly melted at her touch.

“Yes well, you do have that effect on me.” He said, looking at her with warm, green eyes, lighter than her own. A faint blush then dusted his cheeks as he reached into his coat pocket. “I-I made something for you.”

Ansuya shifted away from him so he’d have space to show her and ended up sitting with her legs crossed opposite him. Percy pulled out a metal rod with some leather wrapped around the middle, seeming to be a hand grip. At first the monk was confused but then Percy pressed a small button and then the rod extended and revealed a sharp blade at one end.

“It’s a spear.” Percy said before seeming to mentally cringe at his own statement. “Obviously, but this will be easier to carry and much easier to conceal. I can make you a holster, similar to my own.”

Ansuya carefully took the weapon from Percy’s hand and looked it over. It was simple, no extra details or design. She tested the weight and balance while she continued to listen to Percy.

“To be honest it’s just a prototype. I’d need you to test it along side the original and it is still untested in combat. I simply require your input to refine it so I can make the necessary adjustments.”

Ansuya stopped listening as he started going over who she could possibly spar against to give it a try. She could only picture in her mind’s eye Percy, working down in his workshop for days or even weeks. The long hours he no doubt spent drawing up plans and testing the release and retracting of the device, let alone a blade that could slide back into the pole itself. Not to mention how long he spent learning how to forge a simple spear, let alone something this unique. He’d spent all that time, sweating in his forge, to make something for her? Her heart felt fit to burst with love for this man who was still babbling.

“Perhaps we could ask-“ Percy was stopped mid sentence when Ansuya pulled him in for a kiss. He was shocked but melted into the kiss easily enough. Ansuya broke the kiss but rested her forehead against his, smile so warm it rivaled the sun.

“Thank you, Percy. No one’s ever done something like this for me, spent so much time with me in mind.” She blinked away her tears, not wanting to fall apart on him. “I wish I could- oh!” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of cloth. She smiled at him, a bit shy.

“I know lots of nobles have these and you probably have a bunch but, with how busy we’ve been I didn’t think you had one like this.” She placed her gift in his hand.

Carefully unfolding it, Percy gasped. It was a simple, white, silk handkerchief. What was extraordinary about it, to him, was the de Rolo crest embroidered in the corner. He ran his thumb over the stitching, taking in the image created by shimmering, gold thread. He looked back up at her with her shy smile. She was so beautiful.

“Thank you, my dear.” Percy said, folding her gift with swift fingers. “I’ll always treasure it.

#the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii x reader #Percy de Rolo x oc

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.

“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.

Floriography

AN: Here’s a link to the website I used for this info. This ended up being OC x Percy. It’s just what I’m most comfortable writing. Writing with the character being simply ‘reader’ feels too bare for me. I love reading reader inserts but I’m just not good at writing them. Anyways, enjoy.

The first one was a confusing incident. She’d been up before dawn, like always. It was a remnant from her time at the Monastery; a strict schedule to keep that never changed and even after she left her internal clock still woke her up before the sun rose to greet Tal’dorei. She enjoyed doing her morning stretches as she watched the sun rise.

It was also nice to have some peace and quiet in the keep. While Ansuya adored them all it was quite irritating to constantly be subjected to Scanlan and Val arguing, Grog shouting and Vex snapping at them to be quiet. But with the sky still dark she was able to wrap her hands and change into her loose, dark red pants which cinched at the ankles. Her black, high necked crop top revealed hard, toned muscles beneath her ebony skin.

Ansuya was just finishing her braid when she noticed something on her windowsill. Opening her window she saw it was a singular red flower. It was large and very bright, six petals on it. As she traced the red plant gently, she wracked her brain for what it was; an Amaryllis. She looked around and didn’t see a note or anything to indicate who left it or why. Her dark brows furrowed before she shrugged. For all she knew the wind or a bird carried it up to her. Best get it a vase and some water. She had to do her morning prayer before she went to the court yard for her morning ritual.

The second flower appeared outside her bedroom door. She’d almost accidentally stepped on it, in fact. Ansuya had finished an afternoon of meditation in her room when she found it. She noticed footsteps outside her door but perhaps she’d gotten so used to tuning out the noise of the keep when meditating it had allowed whoever had left it to do so undetected. Turning the plant over in her calloused hands she could not find a note or any clue as to who could have left it.

She couldn’t tell what flower it was, only that it was purple and bell shaped. She stepped back into her room and placed it in the vase with the first flower. In no way did they go together but she felt it was a waste for a singular flower to get a whole other vase when it could easily fit with her first flower. She decided to leave her questions for another time. She wanted to get some training done.

Within a month she had two dozen flowers. Ansuya could recognize a few, like lilies or primroses but she didn’t have enough botanical knowledge to know every flower. Not to mention they were so random. A series of roses could make some form of sense but she’d gotten so much variety she couldn’t discern any pattern or thought process. Her feelings towards these mysterious gifts had gone from confusion to flattery but after receiving a flower almost every day with no clue as to who was leaving them or why she was beginning to get frustrated. The mystery had lost its appeal and now she wanted answers.

She was sitting in her room, glaring at her vases of flowers when she heard a knock at her door. Not many in this keep actually knocked so it narrowed down the list of possible visitors. “Come in.”

Keyleth’s freckled face appeared in the door. “Hey Ansuya, I was-“ she paused and looked at all the flowers. “Wow, still getting these?”

Ansuya nodded. “I still haven’t figured out who’s sending them either.” At first she decided to stay up and see if she could catch her little ‘admirer’ but it seemed like they knew what she was thinking because now they came exclusively through courier. Which also meant that now everyone knew she was receiving these botanical gifts.

“Do you not like them?” Keyleth asked. That was when Ansuya realized she was so deep in thought she’d ended up glaring at the flowers without even realizing it.

“They’re nice, they just don’t make any sense.” Ansuya said, standing up from her seat on her bed and putting her hands on her hips. “They’re all so random, even if they are just guesses for my favorite flower.” She didn’t even have one but that was beside the point. She watched Keyleth wave a hand over the flowers, giving some of the first ones a magic boost that made them brighten and perk back up.

Ansuya crossed her arms. “My admirer hasn’t left any notes or any hints as to who they are.”

“Maybe they’re shy?” Keyleth suggested, fiddling with her hair.

“So shy they just plan on sending me flowers forever without doing anything else?” The dark skinned woman asked, racking her brain for an answer. “Is there supposed to be some kind of secret meaning?”

“You know…” Keyleth gently caressed the yellow tulip in one of the vases. “I heard that there’s something called the ‘Language of Flowers’. Nobles send bouquets and they have different meanings.”

“You think my gift giver is a noble?” Ansuya asked, raising a brow.

Immediately the Druid blushed and started waving her hands. “N-no! He could j-just know about it. Maybe he has a… garden?” There were a few moments of awkward silence before the Druid spoke again. “I uh… think we have a book on it.”

Putting aside any disbelief she felt towards the idea of a noble taking an interest in her, Ansuya focused on this ‘Language of Flowers.’ “Would you be able to get it for me, Keyleth, and maybe help me figure out the meaning? I don’t know enough about flowers to identify them on description alone.”

The Ashari perked up and smiled. “Sure, happy to help.” When she went to exit the room she nearly collided with someone else. “Oops! Sorry, Percy.”

Ansuya lit up. Maybe she’d get an answer sooner than she originally expected. She darted to her door and poked her head out the door to see the familiar gunslinger. “Percy, can you come here, please?”

The bespectacled man blinked, surprised by her animated behavior. “Of course.” He said, nodding to Keyleth who was grinning wildly for some odd reason.

Ansuya closed the door behind him once he entered.

“You’ve kept them all?” Percy asked, looking at the vases of flowers.

“Seems a shame to throw them out.” Ansuya said, walking to stand beside him as she took in the sight of her hastily thrown together bouquets. “Someone’s very determined to get my attention.” She shook her head. “Anyways, Keyleth said something about how nobles send secret messages through flowers. Do you know it?”

Percy nodded, avoiding eye contact. Were she not so focused on possibly unraveling this mystery she would’ve thought about how adorable he looked with a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Would you help then?” Ansuya asked, adding a small smile to her question. “There haven't been any notes or signatures and these are too random to be guesses at my favorite flower.”

“Do you have a favorite?” Percy asked.

Ansuya thought for a moment. “No… where I come from there weren’t a whole lot of flowers around and I was usually too focused on training to consider what my favorite flower might be.” She then turned to Percy. “But that doesn’t matter. I can’t think of any rhyme or reason for someone to send me random flowers unless there’s some kind of hidden message. Could you help me, please?” She asked, looking up at him.

His gaze softened at her pleading expression. “You only ever need to ask for my assistance.” He said, before smirking. “Besides, you’re one of the few people in this keep who actually says ‘please.’”

“And ‘thank you.’” Ansuya said, sharing a brief laugh with Percy.

“Where would you like to start?” The white haired man asked, turning his gaze to the flowers.

“This was the first one.” Ansuya said, plucking a large red flower from the vase.

“An amaryllis.” Percy said, taking in the image of her holding the flower. “It means ‘splendid beauty.’”

Ansuya turned to Percy, surprised. “Are you serious?” She asked, her dark green eyes wide.

Percy frowned. “Why would I lie to you?”

“Sorry, I just…” Ansuya was thankful her dark complexion hid her slightly flushed cheeks. She wasn’t sure whether she preferred the idea that she was simply flustered by the compliment or that Percy himself had said it, even if he was just relaying the message. “I’ve just never been given something like this. It was… different when I thought these were just flowers.” In an effort to avoid any uncomfortable silence she plucked the next flower. “What about this?”

“That’s a pansy, it means ‘you occupy my thoughts.’”

Before long, Percy’s voice filled her room.

“Lungwort: thou art my life. Yellow Jasmine: modesty, grace and elegance. Calla Lilly: Magnificent Beauty. Chickweed: I cling to thee. Diosma: your simple elegance charms me. Peach Blossom: I am your captive. Yellow Tulip: there is sunshine in your smile.”

She’d stopped thinking about who had sent the flowers and was only focused on Percy’s voice, imagining that he was actually saying these things to her. She wasn’t even hearing what the flowers were anymore, just listening to the beautiful words he spoke to her.

“I dreamed of thee. You'll always be beautiful to me. You’re everything to me. Your presence soothes me. I can’t live without you.” And so many times, “Unending love. Eternal love. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Oh she wished he was actually saying that to her, but he was simply relaying a message. She took a breath to slow her pounding heart and began placing the flowers back in their vases. “Thank you, Percy.”

There was a moment of silence. “What do you think of them?”

“They’re beautiful.” Ansuya said honestly. “Both in appearance and meaning. I’ve… never been given anything like this or had so much thought put in. But…” she sighed, “I don’t really know how to feel about this if I don’t know who’s sending them. If it’s some stranger I’d say I’m flattered but put off that someone I don’t know claims to be in love with me. If it’s someone I do know… well, I guess it depends. Some people outside our little group are decent enough, I could give them a chance.”

“What if it’s a Vox Machina member?” Percy asked, crossing his arms. Ansuya paused, getting an idea of where this was headed but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

“It would depend but not too many members would do this. Vex and Pike would straight up just ask me. Same with Grog, and I don’t think giving me flowers would ever cross his mind.” Ansuya said, chuckling fondly. Grog was a sweetheart but he was probably the least subtle person she’d ever met.

“What about Keyleth?” Percy asked, tilting his head.

“This does seem a lot like her but she hasn’t given me any hint that she’s interested in me. Besides, she’s already got her eye on one of our favorite half elves.” She smirked, an expression that Percy mirrored.

“Speaking of, Vax?”

“If he were to give me flowers it’d probably just be one and he’d leave a note.”

“Scanlan?”

Ansuya laughed. “He might also give me flowers but that would be accompanied by an obnoxious serenade that would barely drown out my laughing.” She shook her head with a grin. “He’s not serious enough for this and I’m not interested in any of them.”

“And what if they’re from me?” He asked, causing her to freeze. Ansuya looked at him. He seemed a bit shy but he wasn’t averting his gaze.

“Are these from you?” Ansuya asked, not one to beat around the bush.

“What would you say if they were?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back to hide his fidgeting hands.

It took a lot of self restraint for Ansuya to keep from telling him to just admit it. She took a breath to try and find the words she wanted to say. She remembered nights huddled around the fire on jobs, whispering to each other. Or enjoying each other’s more reserved company in the tavern before a brawl inevitably broke out. He’d said what he wanted to say (eventually) so she couldn’t be a hypocrite and keep her mouth shut.

“I’d say this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. I’d say your an amazing friend and that I trust you with my life. I love spending time with you and I would love to see where this takes us.” She went and grabbed the pansy before handing it to him. She couldn’t give him one of the many flowers declaring love quite yet but she could easily see herself giving one to him, someday.

There was an excited squeal from outside her door. Percy sighed. “Keyleth, the only reason I’m not yelling at you is because of your help. Thank you, but you may leave.”

“Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Keyleth’s rapidly retreating voice called. Ansuya just laughed.

#the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #Percy fredrickstein von mussel klossowski de Rolo iii #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #Percy de Rolo x oc

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for the asks. I am diligently working on them. Just so you guys know, “reader” has become an oc at this point. But you can treat my OC like a ‘reader’ insert. They can fall in love, have a million confession scenes and everything else. I just find that I don’t like writing ‘reader’. I like writing an actual oc. Hope that’s ok with you guys.

#mod speaks

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leopardfang15 · 2 years ago

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That moment when you wanna write Percy de Rolo x Reader stuff but the readers become so detailed it makes more sense for them to be OC’s. Guys I have a problem. And a desire to write. SEND IN THE ASKS!

#the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de rolo x reader #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de Rolo iii x reader #tlvm #percy x reader

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leopardfang15 · 3 years ago

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Black Butler (NSFW: male characters + Your Smut Story!) click and drag game!

MINORS DNI

warnings: flashing images, NSFW/explicit sexual themes

characters included: sebastian, undertaker, joker, snake, agni, soma, edward midford, will t. spears, ronald knox, claude, charles phipps, charles grey, baldroy, vincent phantomhive, lau

op's notes: leaving this here for now as I work on a NSFW: 7 Minutes in Heaven version that has been requested!

Game notes • How to Play

Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those

If you're on mobile, screenshot the gifs either as a set or individually

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leopardfang15 · 3 years ago

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The Smut Goblins masterlist;

I finally made one, it’s going to get updated as I go along. Because I have wrote so much stuff! Separated into Fandoms. Anything in bold is NSFW.

Star Wars:

Adding a note in here, I have A LOT of Star Wars content. I’d suggest searching for the character and it’ll bring up their tags. I’m going to be adding stuff onto the list from now on.

NSFW Alphabet;

The Mandalorian (Dyn Jarren)

Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Headcanons;

Thrawn Pt 1.

Thrawn Pt 2.

The Clones + Thrawn Procrastinating.

The Dad Batch Headcanons.

The Bad Batch and Tequila.

Mortal Kombat;

Headcanons;

Dating Sub Zero (Kuai Liang)

What they Look for in a S/O

Dating them would include

A night in with them would include.

Kombat Krew; Cumshot request.

Kombat Krew and proposing.

Kombat Krew Marriage Headcanons.

Kombat Krew and reaction to finding their S/O on their side of the bed.

Kombat Krew reacting to a striptease.

Kombat Krew pregnancy reactions.

Kombat Krew with their Pregnant S/O.

Kombat Krew and taking care of a sick S/O

Kombat Krew Lovebite.

Kombat Krew Date night.

Kombat Krew and Pet Names.

Kombat Krew and what to buy them for their birthday.

Kombat Krew and their Guilty pleasures.

Kombat Krew and Lazy Mornings.

Kombat Krew and Pop Culture.

Kombat Krew and their sexual preferences.

Kombat Krew and Embarrassing Dating Stories.

Leaving Kano at the Altar (Erron and Kabal)

Kombat Krew and ‘marking their territory’

Kombat Krew and being drunk.

Kombat Krew and Summertime.

Kombat Krew and Cuddling.

Kombat Krew and their quirks, habits and random headcanons.

Kombat Krew and flirting.

Kombat Krew and Intimate sex.

Kombat Krew and Rough sex.

Kombat Krew and Music.

Kombat Krew and Tequila.

Kombat Krew and their kisses.

Kombat Krew and Lockdown.

Kombat Krew and Summertime: Part two.

Kombat Krew and Stargazing.

NSFW alphabets;

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang)

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Kabal

Rain

Raiden

Erron Black

Smoke.

Havik.

Fujin.

Sub Zero (Bi-Han)

One shots;

Kabal;

Playing with fire; Kabal X F!Reader.

Recovery; Kabal X F!Reader. Pt. 2 of Playing with fire, so read that first.

Throat Full of Glass; Kabal X F!Reader

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

Fire and Ice; Sub Zero x F!Reader.

Erron Black;

Tokyo Snow Trip; Erron Black X F!Reader. (Pending Upload)

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

Hellfire; Scorpion X F!Reader.

Fujin:

Earth Realm Customs: Fujin X F!Reader.

Havik;

Chaotic Unity; Havik X F!Reader. (Pending upload)

Smoke;

Smoke filled nights.

Rain:

Bow to me.

Aquaman;

Headcanons;

Dating Orm Marius would include.

Orm Falling for a surface dweller.

Orm in the Winter would include.

Orm proposing.

One shots;

The King and you; Read in list order, all are NSFW.

A Kings skill; Orm X F!Reader.

Call me Oceanmaster; Orm X F!Reader.

Atlantean Mercy; Orm X F!Reader.

NSFW alphabets;

Orm Marius.

Arthur Curry.

Far Cry 5/New Dawn;

Headcanons;

Dating Deputy Pratt Pt 1.

Dating Deputy Pratt Pt 2.

AU! Pratt and Deputy Rook,

One Shots;

Rook and Pratt; Read in listed order.

Hangover Pains; Deputy Pratt X Rook

Sick Day; Deputy Pratt X Rook

Lazy Sundays; Deputy Pratt X Rook

Parallels. Pratt X Rook, Rush X Captain,

Song Fic;

Ophelia; Pratt X Rook

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