#Percy de rolo x y/n

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Cowboy like me pt2

Summary: Percy knows a thing or two about letting go of the bigger fish you’re after and he won’t see you go now the road he almost went down with the briarwoods.

A/N: Honestly and emotional pairing that would be good for each other. Definitely would be a slow burn romance if I had the time to write more. Glad I can end it with hopes of more for these two.

Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Fancy parties and dresses were a luxury I hadn’t seen in a while, but I wasn't here for the party. My bigger fish had taken me all the way to Emon, all the way to this celebration. I sneered in my inner thoughts. The man they were celebrating tonight was the man responsible for my brother's death. Lornak Syfe, he currently served on the Tal’Dorei council as the master of development, but I know. This man was not what he seemed.

He stood at the top of the stairwell, it was fairly crowded as people moved up and down talking about their rich people's things. My eyes stayed focused on Syfe as I slipped through the crowded, drink in hand, blending in. I was coming so close to what I had been searching for these last few years.

Before I could cross the rest of the distance to the stairwell, a hand slipped its way around my waist, pulling me away and towards the dance floor. “Just over this way.”

I turned, my eyes burning with anger at the person to drag me away from my target. “Percy?” There was venom in my tone, with a bit of fury, “what are you doing here?”

He took my drink out of my hand and placed it on a passing waiter's tray. He stopped pulling me along and turned to face me, keeping one hand on my waist as he took my hand in the other. “We,” he said firmly, “are dancing.”

I finally took stock that he had pulled me out to the dance floor. “Percival, I don’t have time for this.” I tried to pull away, but he only held me in position.

“I can see that, but I highly recommend that you hear me out first.” I watched as his eyes stayed tracked on Syfe. Percy continued to keep us dancing to the music, even as I was still hesitant.

“What are you really doing here, De Rolo?”

“Apparently stopping an assassination attempt.” I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t know my plans, maybe I just came here to speak to him.” He gave me a knowing glare.

He sighed, “I’m here with the rest of Vox Machina, they’re over by the drinks table close to drunk enough to cause a scene. I saw you and I could tell from your face something might be amidst. I couldn’t just sit back and not try to stop you, what kind of gentleman would I be?”

“We both know you’re no gentleman, Percival.” He gave you a weak smile. “That man killed my brother Percy, you can’t stop me from getting justice for that.”

“And I won’t, but this isn’t Justice (y/n), this is revenge. It costs more than you know.”

I swallowed my anger and brushed off the topic. “So what, you and Vox Machina frequent formal private council events now. I know you enjoy playing diplomat, but I thought the rest of your crew were above that.”

“We’re honorary members of the council.”

“Since when?”

“Since we killed a dragon.”

My eyes widened in shock, “you guys?”

“You know, we are actually quite capable when we use our brains, we just choose not to on most days.” I almost laughed.

“What happened to your brother?”

I gritted my teeth. “The Clasp.”

“The crime syndicate?”

I nodded. “My brother worked on one of Syfe project sites, he noticed some money was missing from the project. Syfe has been using these projects to fund his own personal expenses and paying off some debts to the Clasp. My brother was collecting evidence, he was going to report him when the Clasp shut him up on Syfe’s orders.”

“Your brother sounds like a good man.”

“He was.”

“Then he wouldn’t want you compromising yourself just for revenge.”

“He wouldn’t have wanted to die either, sometimes good people don’t get what they want.” I kept my eyes turned as I saw Syfe turn down a hallway heading to a secluded area of the party.

“You can’t do this (y/n), it's not justice, you know that. You’ll lose yourself.”

I couldn’t take it, I pulled away from him to stop dancing. I needed to get to Syfe while he was secluded, before he came back to the party. “What do you know about revenge, Percival? Who says I have to lose myself to get what I have wanted for four years now. I'm so close, why stop here?”

He grabbed my arm to stop me as I began heading up the stairs. “You know I understand better than anyone what it’s like. That hatred that fills you, I know it like the back of my hand. If you kill him, it won’t go away, it will just grow stronger.”

I stopped as I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. I swallowed hard as I turned around to face him. He had a soft look on his face, it showed just how much of this feeling he understood. “What do you suggest I do?”

“Your brother was collecting evidence, right? Do you know what he found? We could collect it and take it to the other members of the council. They’ll hear us out, they trust Vox Machina.”

“Are sure that would be enough? Putting him away in prison for what he did?”

“Sometimes I'm unsure, knowing the person who took it all away from you still breathes. But the alternative, letting them take what’s left, away from you.” He leaned in closer, reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair away behind my ear. “Letting them take you away, that’s just not an option.”

I swallowed and processed his words as I came to terms with him being right. I finally really looked at the man in front of me. “You’ve changed since I last saw you.”

“Let’s just say I found my bigger fish.”

“Did you get your revenge?” He knew what I meant, did he kill his Syfe

“The people responsible for my parents' death, what's left of them, is sitting in a cell where she will stay the rest of her life? I won’t to lie to you, I would have killed her if it weren’t for Vox Machina. I almost did, but if I had gone through with my revenge, I would be dead right now. They saved me, I owe them everything.”

“Well, I guess that means I owe you then.” I watched as he sighed and relaxed. He smiled as he linked our arms together, leading me away from the stairway.

“Looks like we need to get to work.” He said as we watched Syfe enter the party.

“Does that offer to join Vox Machina still stand?”

“Always.” He said quickly before he began stuttering. “I mean, I'm sure we can find room for you somewhere on the team.”

“Might not be so bad.” I smiled.

[clouduru-chan]

Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I hope it goes well, as well as the second season of The Legend of Vox machine, I decided to write something, like a modern reader going to the magical world. As an Isekai, and I decided to make a Brazilian reader, in addition to wanting to show a little bit of Brazilian culture, I want to please the Brazilian people who read what I post. And the first thing I'm going to write will be about Percy, because I'm a little bitch of that man.

Percy with a modern Brazilian reader

- First of all, let's say what you were doing before you stopped at an unknown and "magical" place;

- You were at the ice cream parlor with your friends celebrating the Brazil-Serbia game, it was the beginning of the World Cup, and everyone was excited, especially with the show that Richarlisson did in the second half of the game;

- Well, you don't like soccer very much, but when it's a World Cup year you ignore that and become extremely patriotic;

- The clothes you wore were the shirt of the Brazilian national team, the famous green and yellow, short shorts with sequins on the back pocket, and a fanny pack around your torso, and a pair of flip-flops;

- After having your ice cream with your friends, you decided to go home, but something strange happened, as you turned the corner of the street, your vision became blurred, as you closed your eyes and tried to understand what was happening to you, you realized that you were in an extremely different place;

- very different indeed, you would hit your face with the palm of your hand to see if you would wake up from it, well unfortunately it didn't work;

- And you couldn't stand still, because people were looking at you strangely, so you held tightly to the strap of your fanny pack and decided to walk around to get some answers, to try to understand where you were;

- Well, you can't have realized, Percival was looking at you, he noticed how out of place you were. Well maybe it was a feeling of sympathy, he came to you;

- He was not liking how other people were looking at you maliciously, especially because of the clothes you were wearing;

- Soon he came to you, looking at you it seemed to be some foreigner or traveler, he analyzed your clothes, they were a different fabric from what he had ever seen, besides that on your thigh had a tattoo of mountains and a being doing T-pose (being that it was the sugar loaf mountain and the statue of Christ the Redeemer), and on your shin was a tattoo of birds flying through the landscape, besides that your hair braided by each lock was very flashy too;

- When he asked you if you were lost, you grimaced slightly, as you were trying to carefully translate what he had said and try to talk to him;

- You had a little trouble telling him, you were dying of embarrassment because your English was horrible, Percy looked at you a little curious, you thought you had said something wrong, you started cursing in your original language;

"Puta que me pariu! Eu não mal sei falar português imagina inglês, mas que desgraça, pareço uma debilóide falando!"

- He became even more curious, because he had never heard an idiom like that before;

- And you were wondering why the fuck English was used in a world like that! Well, you were kind of happy about it, because you could communicate, but with your fucked up English it was going to be a little difficult;

- You are quickly put under protection by him and the rest of the group, and since Percival was a curious man, he filled you with questions;

- Well, obviously he realized that you were not from here, but when he finds out that you are not from the world of Exandria, with that he and Vox machine will help you get back;

- When you talk about the technology in your world, this man's eyes shine, when you showed him your phone that was inside your fanny pack he was amazed, he had never seen something so advanced;

- Well you quickly got along with every member of the team, they liked your playful and somewhat chaotic energy;

- When you take some random mission for money, you always stay close to Percy, because he wants you to stay close to him;

- When you go to the tavern, you are always cheerful, but when it's time to drink, you drink modernly since you are always the friend on the tour who tries to stay sober;

- And when fights break out in these places Percy pulls you to stand next to him, but he is a little surprised when you know how to turn around when you use some body-fighting techniques like Brazilian tai-jutsu or capoeira, considering that this type of fight you wanted to learn to defend yourself against an assailant or some potential pervert ;

- Well, he is impressed with your self-defense, but worried, since you were a human against magical beings, and you have no accessories or magic of any kind;

- He starts to have feelings for you, and little by little he decides to open up more to you, since you talk so much about the things in your world and about yourself, it would be kind of fair for him to talk a little about himself;

- When he tells you a little about his past, you look at him with empathy, you could see the pain in Percival's greenish blue eyes, with that you gave him the famous Brazilian hug, he felt how warm your hug was, it was very warm, he returned the hug with the same intensity;

- I think that in those moments you fill him with affection, make him feel happy, pure, make him for a brief moment forget all the horrible things he has been through;

- They are all doing their best to look for a way to get you back home;

- When the dragon was devastating the villages near the Tal'Dorei kingdom, Percy forced you not to go along with them, since he didn't want you to die;

- After defeating what was devastating the kingdom, King Uriel threw a party to celebrate the feat of Vox máquina, inviting the elite of some kingdoms or provinces, then Percy as was a Noble he had to teach good manners to the group, in your case you filled him with questions, what clothes to use, the cutlery and among other things;

- Well you did most of the hairstyles, since you were a hairdresser's helper, so you had a sense of what you were doing;

- You had to go in a long dress without any cleavage, because it wasn't supposed to be vulgar and you couldn't show your tattoos, but unfortunately it didn't cover the tattoo you had on your arm;

- In the castle everything was amazing, for a certain moment, you were close to Vex'Ildan and Percy, he will introduce you to all the nobles that were invited, and you are extremely polite and know very well how to make a friendly conversation, well some (most) Brazilians are quite fun to make a great conversation (but be careful not to fall into the trap, since you can take advantage of this situation and to deceive sometimes the unaware of the Brazilian culture);

- But when the Briarwoods arrived, Percival's expression completely closed, he stared angrily at the couple who fucked up his and Rolo's family's lives;

- When you realize that he has gone stiff because of the gothic couple, you hold his hand firmly;

- At dinner you could see Percy's anger about the Briarwoods, you had sat next to him, trying to calm him down, but when Delilah started talking about Rolo's family, Percy became enraged, and decided to deny that woman, so he left the table, and you quickly went to him, you had never seen him like that, you tried to comfort him with a tender gesture and asked the gray-haired man to vent what he was feeling;

- Well, after a disastrous night and a near death, and being a little frightened by the attitude of the gray-haired man who nearly killed an innocent man working for Briarwoods, Percival realized that it was too dangerous for you. Percival who realized that it was too dangerous for you, he did not want you to go with him to Whitestone, but with your stubbornness you went, because you knew that your friend needed something to comfort him in this very difficult moment;

- Well, on the trip you had changed your appearance, you were wearing pants of a thick fabric, a white T-shirt with sleeves that went all the way to your wrist, a pair of boots, and a belt, and on the right side of your waist you had a short sword;

- With your attitude, you have made Rolo's heart squeeze, do you think of him differently? Do you care about him? Well, he knows that you care about others and make your jokes, but with him it was a little different, he realized that he was in love with you, but then the question remains, what if you don't like the way he likes it? What if you go back to your own world?

- Well, when you were camping near a forest near your destination, Percival was leaning his head against a rock while he was fiddling with his gun, but when you approached him and argued with him for lying down like that and that it was harmful to his spine, he sat up, but soon you sat down on the ground and slapped his thighs, giving him a hint of where he should lay his head to rest, well, this man's face turns red at this, but he did what you wanted. He got a little calmer when you started running your hand over his hair and singing some music from your world, mostly Brazilian;

"Chove chuva! Chove sem parar.... Eu vou fazer uma prece. Pra Deus, Vosso senhor. Pra chuva parar... De molhar o meu divino amor. Que é muito lindo, é mais que o infinito, é puro e belo inocente como a flor...."

- Ok, he just loves to hear your voice singing, especially in his language, this song is so calm and serene, maybe he asks you the translation;

- Feelings are conflicting inside Percy, when he looks at her face his heart hammers, so he will draw courage from the depths of his being, and make a declaration of love;

- When dawn breaks and you have to return to your trip, Percy will bring you to a secluded corner;

- He was very nervous, let's face it, he's very anxious, and also he thinks it's a bad time to propose, but he wants to get this feeling off his chest;

- But before he said anything, you started talking, well, you were declaring to him the feelings you felt, he wasn't expecting it, he was the one who wanted to declare himself, but your heart was warmed by every word you said to him;

"You know Percy, I thank the universe every day that it brought us together. Eventually, you became the most important person in my life. I want to be able to share every moment of joy with you. In the moments of sadness, to be by your side, to be your greatest support. My love, my life is more beautiful because I have you by my side. You can even try to find a thousand definitions for love in the dictionary. But nothing will come close to what I feel for you, because this feeling is pure and indescribable. You know, if you were a movie, you would be my favorite, the one I watch over and over again and never get tired of. I know this statement may be a little long, but I want you to know that I love you! If it weren't for you I wouldn't even know where I was when I came into this world...".

- Okay, you broke it;

- He didn't expect such a profound statement, his eyes were full of water, he was holding himself back from crying, so he hugged you tightly;

- When you returned to the group Scalan was giving a bag of money to Vax, since the half elf had bet the gnome that you would declare yourself first;

- When you arrived in Whitestone it was nothing but chaos, the living dead all over town, people lost hope, you were getting even angrier with the Briarwoods, you wanted to get into a fight with Delilah, but that's going to be just intent;

- Well, you met Percy's sister, it wasn't the most appropriate moment, but you made a little joke about whether you were allowed to date your brother, Percival argued with you that it wasn't the time for you to do that, but he thought it was funny;

- When Percy was under Orthax's control, you calmly approached close to that man, trying to bring back the humanity of that man, Vex went by your side to control the man who was being controlled by a vengeful demon, you softly touched the gray-haired man's cheek, he was recovering some of his mentality, he had been caught by several illusions that Orthax made, the main ones were the death of his family, his sister Cassandra and mainly you;

- He in that state hurt your heart, and any suspicious attitude from him you were put behind Vex, and when Percy shot his own hand to get rid of the demon it was the most horrible thing you ever saw, in person, since you were used to watch some violent things on TV, but in person it was horrible, you ran to help Percy;

- After that moment of madness and You chiding Delilah in her native language was sensational;

" VAI SE FUDE SUA VAGABUNDA! ELE NÃO PODE TE MATAR! MAS EU TERMINAREI O SERVIÇO SUA PUTA!"

- He didn't expect you and Cassandra to finish the job and kill Delilah, You had fury in your eyes, even though the necromancer did nothing to you, you felt empathy for everyone who suffered at her hand, you carried the anger of the people and the family of Rolo and ended Briarwood, but with that attitude of yours made Cassandra like you, she approved you as Percival's girlfriend;

- But you had to end that moment with a beautiful sentence, right? You decided to translate the sentence before you spoke;

" Crying bitch God doesn't listen!"

- You said that when you were pointing to Briarwood's body;

- Congratulations, you have Cassandra's full approval now;

- When you came back to Tal'Dorei, you and Percy started dating, and he kept asking you about your world, such as technological advances, holidays, languages, politics, economics, and possibly whether there was ever any conflict, and you answer all the questions, at least you try to, but the questions that get you is about your family or foods you like to eat;

- Well, the group will try to recreate some recipes but in the Exandrian style, well some of them were easy, like the pamonha that was made from corn or dulce de leche;

- He loves your displays of affection, you like physical displays of affection a lot, Percy took a while to get used to it, but he feels very loved;

- The stolen kisses, the affectionate kisses you give Percy on the cheeks and neck make him excited, you are so affectionate with him, he wonders if where you come from people are like that when it comes to showing affection;

- He gets all flustered when you give him some affectionate nicknames in his native language;

- Examples of affectionate nicknames are: Amor/mor/ Morzão ( practically You are called love, you use this nickname to get his attention), Muso (You use that nickname to emphasize the beauty of this man), Meu Tudo (When you point out that he's everything to you), Bombom ( it's practically one of the sweets you ate the most in Brazil, the bonbon, you use this nickname to call Percy sweet), Meu Batom garoto ( This expression is funny, it can refer to the fact that your boyfriend is small and delicious like chocolate);

- And when you try to translate or explain the nicknames to him, he gets all embarrassed, and will try to call you by the same affectionate nicknames too, he will try, maybe you give him Brazilian Portuguese lessons;

Hope you like it!

[demigoddessqueens]

All I can picture is how each member of vox machina reacting to the reader calling them their husband/wife.

Like reader is arguing with someone. That person insults that one member of Vox machina and before you know it reader decking the rude person in the face yelling “THAT’S MY WIFE/HUSBAND, TAKE THEIR NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!”

Yes!! I love it!!

Percy - he had some choice words reserved for a rude noble but seeing you take action is all the more amusing! Damn right, he’s YOUR husband

Vax’ildan - he’s never had anyone call him “theirs”, but it’s such a feeling. New, different, and he likes it! If you let him, a kiss in front of says dissenter seals the deal.

Keyleth - YOUR wife?? Yeah she’s your wife?! Why would she ever doubt? You both have the matching Ashari tattoos that say otherwise.

Scanlan - who could ever say such things to him?? Your beloved songster, muse? Of course he’s flattered with the heart eyes and a smug “you heard them!”

Vex’ahlia - get them again babe, she’s got your flower! She IS YOUR WIFE and no one will dare to forget that

Pike - not one to answer back to rude arseholes but feels that surge of pride when you have a retort back! Your badass cleric WIFE!

Grog - has you propped up on his shoulders as you proudly tell off such a rude person!! “Yeah I’m their HUSBAND! whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”

[blueseachelle]

I'd really love some Percy de rolo x Reader, them being childhood friends. The trop of she fell first but he fell harder type. If you could! Also love your work!

I'm gonna make this an Imagine for Percy! I love this so, please, enjoy!

He Fell Harder For You Imagine

Percy De Rolo x Reader

I would imagine that you would, of course, fall for him first.

You would fall for him before the fall of Whitestone.

You were one of the castle helpers.

You would help the staff clean, cook, whatever you needed to be at the time.

You would run into Percy as you were cleaning the library.

You and him hit it off pretty well.

You liked him but, of course, who wouldn't fall for a royal if put into your situation.

Percy would not even realize that he would subconsciously look for you around the castle grounds.

He didn't realize he enjoyed your company at all.

As time grew on, you fell for him more and he didn't realize what he was feeling.

I would imagine that you would, of course, fall for him first.

You would fall for him before the fall of Whitestone.

You were one of the castle helpers.

You would help the staff clean, cook, whatever you needed to be at the time.

You would run into Percy as you were cleaning the library.

You and him hit it off pretty well.

You liked him but, of course, who wouldn't fall for a royal if put into your situation.

Percy would not even realize that he would subconsciously look for you around the castle grounds.

He didn't realize he enjoyed your company at all.

As time grew on, you fell for him more and he didn't realize what he was feeling.

After the fall of Whitestone, Percy forgot about you if I'm being honest.

He was so focused on revenge, he forgot about you entirely.

You, on the other hand, knew he was alive but, decided that you needed to move on.

You needed to focus more on your survival than him.

When you both run into each other again, He didn't recognize you.

You didn't identify as your original name anymore.

Everyone called you "Leopard". The nickname was given to you because the Briarwoods were looking for you for some reason so, the rebellion decided to give you a code name so you can remain hidden.

The reason why they chose leopard as the nickname because you may be smaller but, you are fierce. You stand up to anyone. You were a force to be reckoned with. You single handedly killed as many high ranking officials that the Briarwoods placed into office.

You became the definition of badass pretty much. All in the name of survival.

Percy was shook when he figured out it was you. It took Cassandra to say your name first when the two reunited to put the dots together.

You changed so much since the last time he saw you.

He tried to apologize for not recognizing you but, you brushed him off and told him to get a grip of himself and deal with the problem at hand.

That's when the rest of Vox Machina really liked you. They gave each other knowing looks as you said this to Percy and walked off.

Percy, on the other hand, was shocked but, did what you said.

After everything was said and done, You stood by Cassandra's side as she took on the role as the ruler of the town.

Percy pulled you to the side as soon as possible to give you a formal apology.

You just nodded and said that it's whatever and shit happens.

Right after the conversation, Vex came up to you.

She asked if you were interested in a change in scenery and siad that on behalf of Vox Machina, they would like you to join there crew.

You shrugged and said sure. You sealed the deal with a handshake with Trinket licking it in conformation.

With that, you started to travel with Percy and the others.

Percy saw how you were and started to fall for you more and more while you, on the other hand, thought about your past feeling but, kept them in the past.

Percy slowly started to gather himself and tried to express his emotions that he felt towards her in different fashions.

He tried to be subtle at first but soon realized that it wasn't enough.

Soon, he was making you little chains to wear and weapons to better suit your needs. He would make sure to protect you in battle always. He would pay for any items you wanted at shops. He did it all.

You knew something was up but, you couldn't exactly place your finger on exactly what he was trying to accomplish.

It took until Percy got so drunk that he stomped is way to your room at the keep (You decided to not go out drinking because you just wanted some alone time).

He pounded at the door until you answered it.

He stumbled in all disheveled and with a slurring voice told you that he loved you and want you to be his. He loved you every since you were children.

Your heart leaped with joy but, You decided to wait until he confirms his feeling when he was sober.

You kept him in your room all night and let him sleep his drunken state off.

You sat on the windowsill of the room and stayed up all night and just waited.

When he woke up in your room with no recollection of the night before, he panicked. He thought he messed everything up but, it was the exact opposite.

You calmly explained to him the events from the night before as he blushed in embarrassment.

You asked him if he meant what his drunken self said and he made a full confession then and there.

He soon started to ramble about all the things he did wrong about not telling you and you had to shut him up with a kiss.

"Babe. You're rambling."

I hope you enjoyed this imagine! I an currently taking requests! Thank you so much for your support! See You in the next post!

[sir-phillip-crane]

Headcanons of how would Scanlan, Percy, and Vax react to their crush accidentally confessing to them?

darling!! i had the best time with this one!!! thank you!! so! much!!!

REBLOGS > LIKES!!!! (I'm gonna keep making this bigger til people notice -_-)

warnings: canon typical drinking in scanlan's, death in vax's. happy ending tho.

Scanlan

Gods, he adores performing in front of you. He’s always got your full attention, even if some of VM orders food and drinks or start a drinking competition. He’s always got your full attention.

He’ll spend quite some time on daily travels singing softly or spinning glorious stories for your entertainment, and you always will walk or sit besides him and smile.

He’s always glad to have you at his side to back up his grandiose, obviously fake, stories at taverns or even in front of VM – who know you’re both lying but shrug it off.

When you all end up at a tavern, you expect it to be the same sort of night. Scanlan preforms, Grog and Vax have a drinking contest, Vex tending to Kiki when she drinks too much and vomits.

You’d gladly have just watched Scanlan perform, but it’s offputting to watch him flirt with the bartender with, basically, her whole tits out.

You’ve seen it before, but something about that night got to you worse. So, like any sane member of VM, you join in the drinking contest.

You’re drunk by your third ale. Vax is drunk by his sixth. Grog doesn’t get drunk. Pike joins and is drunk by her fifth, Kiki by her first, and like Grog, Vex doesn’t get drunk.

She busies herself dragging Vax, Kiki, and Pike to bed while Scanlan tries to help you.

“You know something…?” You mumble, smiling.

“I know many things. Such as… You need to get some rest.” He helps you stand and grins at you.

“Noooo… I mean… You know…? I…?” You’re half way up the stairs to the rooms and you fall down, grinning at him.

“You need to get to your rooommmmm.”

“I loveeee youuuuu.”

He blinks. He’s pretty taken aback to be honest. Sure, he’s been crushing on you and you’re sweet on him all the time but? You share his feelings? Or are you just drunk?

“That’s the alcohol talking. Come on.”

He’ll spend the night in the room taking care of you, pondering your words and worrying about the truth. When you wake in the morning, he makes sure you don’t vomit on yourself.

He doesn’t ask you about last night. You don’t take much time before you ask “so… finally? You finally got me in bed? …Took you long enough.”

“Nah, you just got drunk off your ass. But good to know you’re as horny for me as I am for you.”

Percy

When he became interested in creating things such as his pepperbox and bad news, it was from a place of hate and vengeance.

But beyond using the weapons for that and to protect VM, his family, he doesn’t enjoy such creations.

So, he works with other stuff. He makes little clockwork contraptions which he usually presents to children that VM help. Once, specifically, he created a clockwork bird that sang for a mother and her five year old.

 And, despite the fact that most of VM didn’t get how his contraptions worked, he absolutely adored showing how he made them.

To you, and the rest of VM, it was just a tangling of gears that made no sense.

With that said, you loved to watch him work. He got so into the zone, his eyes focused and bright.

He’d explain everything to you, even if it made no sense to you.

“You see, this sets off the chain reaction that ignites the spark. As long as there is nothing flammable about, there’s nothing dangerous. Not like my guns… It just looks like the little dragon is breathing fire.”

“Percy… That’s amazing. Gods, I love you.”

He doesn’t notice for a moment – he just keeps working on the little dragon and talking about how it works, the end goal, the fact that he hopes there’s a kid out there who will like it.

Then… He stops. He folds his hands. He looks up at you.

“What… Did you say?”

Whether or not you begin with an excuse or an admittance of your feelings, he doesn’t give you much time.

He puts his hand on yours and, careful not to overstep boundaries, asks “may I kiss you?”

And gods know you say yes.

Vax’ildan

Vax’ildan is used to loss. He hates it, but he is.

He lost his mother first. She died when a dragon attacked their town.

He never had his father. Fuck him.

Then he feels he lost Vex for a while; she tried to do anything to gain their father’s approval while he was glad to ignore him.

Then he had someone for a little while – Cyriel – but he lost her when he and Vex fled.

He’s used to the idea that soon enough, he’ll lose again. He’ll lose his sister, or VM, or whatever.

He never really expected they’d lose him.

Percival got possessed. Sure, he had been by Orthrax, but this was different. Worse.

Percy’s deadly in combat. VM knows that. Vax knows that. It’s why he took a bullet for you.

He collapsed, gasping for air as you knelt, calling for Pike or Keyleth for help.

The battle went on around you. More gunshots and more yelling.

Despite the blood pooling around him, Vax smiles, that dumbass has the audacity to smile. He’s dying in your arms and he smiles.

Because, hey, if he’s gonna die, he’d like for his crush to be the last thing he sees.

And you plead with him, beg him, just to hang on just a little longer, because Pike is almost here and “Vax, please, you can’t die, please. You can’t. No, Vax, please. Please! I love you!”

And that dumb bitch still smiles up at you. He’s bleeding out in your lap and he keeps smiling.

He doesn’t think Pike or Keyleth will get there in time, honestly.

He just smiles, beams, and says “I know, peach.” And he knows, he knows he’s dying and he figures he’s not coming back, so it’s “I… love you… but… shit time to admit it, hm?”

He’s barely awake now, his eyes hazy but still smiling.

A few moments later, Pike practically trips over him as she bolts closer. “Shit! Shit! Hold on, hold on!”

You sit besides them, holding Vax’s head in your arms as Pike shuts her eyes and prays again and again to the Everlight, to Sarenrae, to save one of her best friends.

VM gathers, worried and sobbing.

It’s a matter of time before he’s back, grinning up and promising VM “can’t get rid of me that easy.”

It’s a little while before you get alone time, but he takes it when he can. He grabs you, and he dips you dramatically, and he kisses you.

“Promise. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

[saphirered]

Memory

//Request: Percy x reader angst (15) Teasing 

You requested angst and so I went all in with our emo boi. Hope you enjoy. 😘

His heart stops in his chest. Time stands still in that very moment. He is frozen in place, unable to move, to react, to do anything. A handful of times has Percy felt felt truly powerless. In those times his soul raged with vengeance, heartache and pain of a thousand pits that could fuel the flames of hell themselves. driven by that vengeance he has right those wrongs, or at least attempted to settle the score, fair or not. Morality is only perspective and so is good and evil. This time should be no different but it is for he has changed. He has found a heart in that empty chest cavity. He has found that the defences he built up to safe guard himself from ever feeling that pain again, have been torn down, shattered and the remains turned to dust. Percy doesn’t know what to do with himself. No cry leaves his throat. Not a muscle moves. That weapon he clings on so tightly, simply refuses to direct its destruction towards the one who holds onto your limp body, when the light leaves your eyes, lips parted halfway through the final whisper of his name. He couldn’t save you. Again he is too late. Time moves once more even though he does not. 

Percy still doesn’t fully recall what happened next. A fight broke out, that’s for sure. Enemies were dealt with but of course the one who’s end he would personally see to, got away, the reminder of that name still on the barrel. Every chance he had to end Ripley before would once more haunt him. The passage of time had dulled the ache but now it comes back in full. He will end the woman, even if it will be the last thing he does. Even now his mind remains settled on revenge. He can’t think clear. You’d tell him he’s being stupid to give in so easily. Where is his stubbornness now? You’d tell him he should focus. Perhaps you’d even try to lighten the mood; say he might need better glasses for his sight is clouded. The thought of your usual teasings does not bring him joy and instead that emptiness in his chest comes back. Every thought of the good you brought to his life is consumed by the darkness in his soul. The memory of your smile turns to a gaze of disappointment and he hates himself for it. You believed in him and look what he has become in a matter of minutes. Your body has not even grown cold yet and here he is, at a loss, forgotten about all the good in his life. The others tried to keep him on track but their words, scoldings and offerings fall onto deaf ears. He wallows in memories once more and holds no sights for the future save for death and vengeance. 

They brought you back to Whitestone, where you now lay in stasis. Resurrection is not for you. Not in the ways he had returned, or some of the others. You’d run out of second chances; you’d told him many times. You’d told him you’re a cat on your ninth life and should you be granted a tenth that would be a miracle. While rage still simmers within his veins Percy has found himself not willing to bargain with gods for they do not hear these pleas. They would not change anything. The reach for something darker is far more tempting, and likely to succeed. Would he be alright becoming everything he vowed to kill? Would he let this world burn just to have you back at his side? Yes. Yes he would, within a heartbeat. And he would have resorted to these means if only he’d know you would forgive him for it, if you would not look at him with disgust for what he’d become. He remembers that conversation all too well. He made a promise he would now come to regret. 

“Promise me, Percival. You’ll not lower yourself to the desperation of the Briarwoods if anything were to happen to me.” You’d all but begged him. He was not sure he could have made that promise in that moment and you’d seen so in his eyes. 

“I will try.” Even those words were riddled with hesitation. You’d grabbed his hands in yours, forcing his attention fully to you; inescapable. 

“No. Promise me you will not go to the ends of the world and beyond. If you do, I don’t know I’ll ever be able to forgive you. Be better, Percy.” What smile and mischief you’d usually carried is all but gone. 

“I promise.” With pain in his heart he did. You relaxed visibly. 

He never should have made that promise. Percy strokes away some dirt from your cheek. All of this is wrong. He can’t stay in here. He can’t be faced with reality. You’ve carved open the heart you gave him and are now dissecting it piece by piece as time progresses. He has to walk away. He has to get out. No matter how much it pains him to leave you, because the moment he steps through that door, it becomes real. He’s lost you. He crosses the threshold with one final look, until the door closes behind him with an echoing click. 

Seeking solace in his workshop he ignores the presence of others. He ignores their words and attempts to get close. They are but ghosts to his life. Or perhaps he is the ghost in this. Nevertheless he sits tinkering, in the hopes the sounds of metal and steam will drown out his own thoughts. It works. Tireless hours he work without break until everything bleeds together. How long has it been? He has not seen the sun in a while, but he doubt it has risen again for his life feels like one of eternal night. You’d shown him the beauty in the dark, showed him the path of the blind, only to adjust to what lays in the void. No. He won’t think anymore. There’s only his work now, until he can no longer escape this all. 

It’s difficult to escape when your ghost lingers in this workshop. You’d labeled some of his inventions around, gave them a ranking system from ‘bunny’ to ‘Trinket’ to ‘ancient dragon’ for their levels of danger and then another to determine ease of use from ‘Grog’ to ‘handsome gunslinger’. He’d scolded you for it, but could not deny the stroke to his ego. Among all the works in progress, finished projects, and material storage there was a little nook atop a storage cabinet table you’d gathered some pillows and blankets. They’re still crumpled and discarded pushed to the side. From there you’d sit and watch him work, or read to him, tell him to take a break and when he refused to, you’d make it worth his while, proving to be quite the distraction he’d happily indulge. He sees the empty chair next to the one he sits on, your own notes on the table, among which he spots some of the drawing you’d done at his request; schematics but never without little remarks and side notes of your own. Somehow you managed to bring a smile to his face when he worked on his endgame. You’d lift the burdens of this world, for this legacy built from death and decay and you’d pull him out of this darkness, remind him that the light of the forge is still the light even when the flames cast shadows. Percy ignores the cold and goes to work, tinkering away but his mind drifts back to you every single time. 

He ignores the others when they come check on him, listening only for the opening and closing of that door when they ineffably leave and give up. Good. He doesn’t want company. He can’t face the outside world, not right now, not when he is recovering the shambles of his life. 

But then that door opens again. He has half the mind to break his silence, tell whoever disturbs him now to walk off the cliffs and leave him be in no uncertain terms. He takes a deep breath, waiting to turn out the words to come but there’s no words. The cold of the workshop disappears just a bit. The heavy air becomes a little lighter as the pressure alleviates. He tries to ignore it, desperately hang onto what he’s been growing more accustomed to; this cold solitude but he can’t hide in the shadows anymore, with every second that passes. He desperately needs that solitude for he might fall apart and he doesn’t know what will become of him then. He can’t do this alone. He needs you but you are gone. He turns on his stool when the door falls closed. He sees a ghost. It must be. Percy must be facing a ghost because this simply cannot be real. Still covered in grime and dirt that couldn’t so easily be removed, hair tangled, clothes torn and covered in blood, there you stand. Time stops. everything stops. He sees you. You’re not a ghost. You see him. You step forward and look at him with sadness and pity. You take a hesitant step forward, hand stretching towards him slowly, as if you’re just as confused and unsure of this truth as he is. You are here. Why? How? These questions remain unanswered because for the first time in his life Percy couldn’t care less about the facts, or defying them.

Percy slips from his chair, a tentative step towards you follows after another until he stands in front of you, until his fingers lace with yours and hold on. You feel his cold skin agains yours; clammy and shaking. Your breath rises and falls high in your chest, as if you’re out of breath. You look the same, feel the same. Once Percy might have thought to mistrust all of this but not now, he holds onto you and that is true enough a vision to indulge into. Your eyes are wide with confusion but respond to his hold. No words leave your lips, all falls silent upon your breath. You’re breathing. You’re breathing and alive. He doesn’t know what to do or say and does not think about his next actions for they feel so natural; he places his lips on yours; a final test to prove this is real. 

You don’t recall much and perhaps that is for the better. You’ve felt so cold for so long, felt so alone in the time you’ve missed and then you woke up longing for that warmth. It brought you here. Your heart stands in front of you, you feel his lips against yours and so you cling on with all you have, even when your body protests, you ignore it and linger on that what makes you feel alive. You feel your fingers laced with his, let the others remind themselves of the one you felt like you had said goodbye to forever. You feel the velvet of his coat, the linen of his shirt, the heartbeat through the materials over his chest, as it reflects your own. His heart beats as yours does. He is still alive, he still feels and thinks and lives, rather than just survives, because he has been surviving. You know you should not be here but you are and you will not change that. You will stay here, live here, and fuel the warmth of his heart, the good of it too. You will continue to bring out the best in Percy even if it is the last you’ll do because it will be worth it. 

You remind each other to love, are worthy of love and so you’ll give it to each other freely, as long as that memory lives on. For eternity to come. 

[feyre-darling92]

Critical role x reader Masterlist

Percy x reader “I think I love you” & “I’m not going anywhere”

Vax’ildan x reader “Can I borrow your sweater? It smells like you”

Vax’ildan x reader “You are not leaving, are you?” (angst with happy ending)

Percy x reader “Don’t do that to yourself” & “Stop pushing everyone away” & “I’m not going anywhere”

Vax’ildan x reader “You are very endearing when you’re half asleep”

[draventhedemon]

Hello Critters!

This is gonna be the first time I've spoken to you all. But based on today's one-shot with the Mighty Nein today, I feel like we deserve some fanfiction with these colorful bastards. Any campaign, any character, just suggest what you want, I'll write it!

Angst, fluff, smut, sequels, prequels, they're all on the table.

Have fun!

:D

[tinygarbage]

Fine Line

pairing: percival de rolo x f!reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, no specific reader description, brief mention of torture, mentions of scars, smut, unprotected PIV (wrap it up yall), creampie 😵‍💫, riding (save a horse), aftercare, praise, (let me know what if anything is missing!)

a/n: dedicated to my sweet @annasinterests because she gave me this new obsession and unavoidable brain rot of this pretty little (very tall) man.

but! this is my first time actually sharing my writing in full and im very nervous 😵‍💫 this has absolutely no purpose and no plot. just something kind of cute that i thought about while lying in bed with my partner :)

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It's been weeks since you and Percy have found yourself completely alone. After an especially stressful and exhausting expedition, you and Percy agreed to stay back while the others drink in celebration. After they leave, it isn't long until Percy's grabbing you and slamming you into the bed. It quickly turns into an all night affair. Not that you're complaining.

Eventually, after round three or four, you end the night on top. You're bouncing and rolling on top of him. He's stretching you open and you're chanting his name like a prayer. His pale fingers dig into your hips, gritting his teeth as you pull the last of his energy from his body. His warm touch travels up your body, grabbing a handful of your breasts with his large hands. A string of strangled moans and whimpers spill from your swollen lips as he holds onto you. You move faster, chasing his release. Your fingers trace at the jagged scar crossing down his chest. He doesn't pay attention to the touch. Instead, he groans as he spills the last of himself into you.

You collapse forward, his arms wrapping around you. He holds you against his broad frame. Your forehead is pressed against the crook of his neck as his fingers play with strands of you hair. You're both a little sweaty and sticky, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. His spend drips slowly down his shaft, making a small mess. Neither of you pay attention to it. "Thank you, my dear." He whispers into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I missed you," you say back, nuzzling into his neck as your arms lay limp at your sides.

He chuckled, his hands move to your shoulders, pushing you up so he can get a better look at your naked form on top of him. His left hand rests on your hip, his thumb tracing small circles. His right hand caresses your warm cheek, squeezing slightly as you smile at him lazily. "I missed this time with you, my darling." His voice was deep, filled with adoration.

You smile wider this time, your hands holding onto both of his wrists. Slowly, you drag your fingers down to his shoulders. You squeeze lightly, your thumbs stroke at his collarbones, tracing small scars and a recent scratch from your recent endeavor.

A mischievous smile is stuck on your lips as you lift your hips. His length falls out of you, falling back onto his happy trail. You grin, feeling more of his spend dripping from your cunt as you move yourself down and shift off the bed. He attempts to get up but you push him down.

     "I'll clean us up today." You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums in response with a dazed smile.

     You clean yourself up, coming back with a wash cloth to clean him up. He lays back flat, still breathing heavily in his postcoital state. A small sigh of pleasure slips from his swollen lips, an arm lazily thrown over his eyes. You smile, cleaning him up before tossing the cloth in the hamper. You pick up his shirt, slipping it over your frame and buttoning the middle two buttons.

    Slowly, you slide back into his bed, hands working themselves up and down his torso. Your thumbs massage through the muscles on his stomach, leaving small, loving kisses at his collarbones. The arm draped over his eyes moves to your cheek to caress it softly. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes as his thumb grazes your cheekbone. Adoration and affection fill his gaze as he stares at you, straddling him once again.

He winces slightly as your thumb pushes down into a spot on his shoulder that was giving him trouble. You rub it out slowly, feeling the knot loosen as he grunts. "That feel good?" You ask softly, a small giggle filling the room.

He smiles back, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Yes, much better."

Your eyes flicker back up to him. You cant help but admire him in this state. Completely blissed out and deeply in love. Finally allowing himself to be fragile, to be soft. You've completely cracked his shell, spreading him open into the rawest form of himself. Getting to know every curve and line on his muscular body. It took a long time to get here with him. Spending endless days and countless nights by his side. With each passing hour he becomes more open and vulnerable to you. After Whitestone, he had promised to be more honest. Not just with the group, but with you.

You'd lay together with his head on your chest, your fingers brushing through his soft hair. He'd tell you every little detail. Whether it was about a specific dinner with his family or the torturous actions of Anna Ripley. The woman he had yet to escape from. His nightmares about the torture come and go, but he has you now. To hold him while he breaks, whisper to him that he's safe and that you'd never let anything happen to him. That the group would never let anything to happen to him. That he's loved and cherished, even when he's acting like a pretentious ass.

But now, it was different. He was vulnerable to you in a completely different manner. Not shielding you from the scars and stories that litter his pale skin. The jagged lines and the imperfections that you worship on nights like these. They are all open for you to kiss, to love, to hold. He was open to showing you his love in its rawest form. Open to admiring each other and tracing shapes and confessions onto each others skin.

So you sigh in contentment, moving to lay down next to him. Your head falls to his shoulders, your body pressed against him as he lays on his back. One of your legs lift on top of his hips as you feel him pull you closer. His arm is around you, lazily drawing circles on your side. Your warm hand rests on bare chest as you both lay in silence. Breathing in each others presence in the calming candlelight that illuminates his bedroom.

Your pointer finger lifts, touching the start of the long scar that runs in a diagonal curve across his chest. The soft pad of your fingers presses down as it drags down his pecs and over a protruding rib. A sigh leaves his lips, his free hand moving from his stomach to brush strands of your hair out of your face. "You seem to like that one." He says softly.

You stay silent for a moment, kissing where it starts at his shoulders. His hand falls to your shoulder while his other arm pulls you tighter. "You're so strong." You say lightly.

    "Not nearly as strong as you, my love." His voice is light and sweet. Coated with sleep.

      You just chuckle, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your free hand holds onto his side while you bend down to press soft, calculating kisses down the deep scar. A deep sigh of pleasure is heard as your kisses get longer and heavier.

“Don’t start again, I have no energy.” He grumbles playfully as you kiss down to the very edge of the scar.

“Sorry,” you says sheepishly, falling back into your spot next to him.

He brushes your hair off your face and gives you a tired smile. “Don’t worry. I like it.” His voice is softer than usual, filled with adoration.

Your head is back on his chest, focusing on the rise and fall with each breath. His heartbeat slows down as each minute passes. “‘M tired,” you say as your cheek is pressed against his chest.

He pulls you closer, brushing your hair back and resting that hand on your shoulder. A small kiss is pressed on the crown of your head. “Go to sleep,” he says. He presses a long kiss in the same spot before whispering your name. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

[innocent-cat]

Hello darling! Is it okay to request a Vax x F!Reader x Percy (love triangle) one-shot? Where the reader is a human sorcereress from a noble family and somehow ends up with Vox Machina, only for Percy and Vax to develop feelings for her (or them, if you are more comfortable) a year later and become rivals and try to impress her.

I hope this isn't too weird! And it's fine if you don't want to do it! Have a wonderful day/night! Stay safe! 🤗💖

OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS i actually love this idea so much

Sorceress and noble????? OF COURSE SHE HAS TIESSS WITH THE DE ROLOSSS AND THATS WHY SHE JOINSNSMNNSNS

It's awesome you clarified gender! i only do non-b pronouns when someone doesn't specify the gender. Otherwise I am happy to write for male or female!

sorry im getting excited

Vax'ildan x Reader x Percival

Warnings - idk probably gonna lean towards my bbg percy, not so obvious love triangle, swearing, im literally gonna be using f/n and shit, I'm literally rewatching to remember how to write them as I write this so good luck reading my poor memory of characters, I will use she/her, FUCK I HAD TO USE [name] IM SO SORRY, timeskip because oh my god this is so long,

"Vox Machina's (least) favorite Sorcerer.", Vax x Reader x Percy

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[F/N] - Family Name

Lady Mystra - Goddess of magic/The weave

[Name] - I was too embarrassed to use y/n

Envonium - The name of the city you are a noble to (Sorry, couldn’t avoid it)

Twinned spell - A sorcery thing that allows a sorcerer to make one spell turn into two to attack two targets, never the same one twice in a row.

You come from a very rich cultured, religious, well mannered, prestigious and otherwise very dependent on magic kingdom. It only makes sense for such a huge part of the culture surrounding the beautiful city known as "The city of the weave", purely for its well known prestigious academies of magic, to have a generally magical culture. Many everyday tasks require magic, or it is commonly frowned upon to do some actions without it.

As a noble sorcerer yourself, your parents couldn't help themselves but give you the education you needed to become stronger as a magic wielder. They began your education at a young age, which proved a struggle for you to connect with companions and school partners who surrounded you. You were always disconnected from the reality of the lives of non-nobles. Other students seemed to feel the same way, and instead of adapting for you or explaining culture to you, they excluded you, making you an outcast in your own kingdom.

Lucky for you, your parents had many allies and peace treaties with those they were more powerful than or equal to, which happened to include the de Rolos. Once they learned of their children, one of which happened to be your age, Percy, they urged them to allow you, their only daughter, to meet Percival and his siblings.

Sadly, your exclusion in school made you awkward around him, and the two of you had trouble holding conversation for a very long time during your visit to Whitestone. It wasn't until your parents mentioned to Lady and Lord de Rolo the education they put you through so you could become a stronger sorcerer, that Percy warmed up to you and began to ramble about sorcery and wizardry, of which you knew much of both.

His curious personality led to conversations that lasted hours only asking the weave, which was tiring. When you began asking him questions back, he could not help himself but go on rants about science, history, and anything he remembered learning, which was a lot. The two of you had a rivaled education.

"That's... not really how the weave works. Where did you even hear that? That's absurd." You'd quip back at his stupid questions(At least, to you, they were stupid.), that you assumed were common knowledge.

"Well- in this book- it speaks of manipulating and changing the weave to cast spells." He was always defensive, quoting books directly and going as far as showing you the page.

With a sigh, "That book is decades old. You don't manipulate the weave, you pull it. Not even pull! It is a very delicate process." You knew it would be hard to explain, because you didn't quite understand it yourself yet.

Every summer, you would visit Whitestone until they suddenly stopped responding to letters, in which your parents cautiously chose to cut ties with the kingdom, without telling you. Whenever you'd ask about it, they'd hush you or change the topic. It confused you, but deep down, you knew they knew something about it.

Of course, this lets you down. You had begun to develop feelings for the boy who showed you kindness and bonded with you over something you were very prideful in. However, you eventually had to give up asking your parents questions about this, and continued your education in the weave.

Of course, your demanding parents practically begged you to practice your magic in real world experiences so you could be truly prepared. When you showed hesitation in doing such a thing, they only pushed harder- in fact, they packed your bags for you. They gave you a lot of gold for the road, a magic bag to hold everything needed, a change of clothes, food for a few days(Bread, cheese, water.), and a map. Not much, but they knew you were more than capable of making due.

Obviously, being a noble of the [F/N] family gave you a target on your back, but it wasn't much of a problem. It seems people underestimate you because you aren't armed with anything but a quarterstaff, but it takes no less than a chromatic orb or a fireball to kill them within seconds.

With background check over, you sit in a tavern.. :3

A group of loud, drunken, lowly mercenaries are shouting across the bar and asking for trouble with several strong looking city dwellers. You can tell they have no real experience in fighting other than bullying people for their money based on their muscles and lack of scars.

You try to ignore the banter, trying to get lost in a pint of beer as you sip on it, the woozy drunk feeling freeing you from an emotional state you get late into the night when left alone to think of your family, your people, and more importantly, all the books you had to leave behind to come here.

You're brought out of your thoughts as a table goes flying over your head, followed by a mug that hits your head, wetting you with the remaining alcoholic liquid left in the cup.

You quickly snap around, rubbing your now pounding head. You ready yourself to cast a spell strong enough to rival the sun against the dirty drunken party, but you realize it was one of the burly men who like to pretend to be tough who threw the table at you. You quickly change the direction of your twinned spell, making quick work of both of them as they fall stunned to the floor. The bar fight ensues as you knock the two of them out, an elf with dark and long hair defends you as another drunken man swings at you with a makeshift weapon. It seemed like it was a leg to a chair, but you couldn't tell in the blur of the quick paced fighting.

Once the quick turned fight ends, a female ranger announces to the barkeeper that 'Vox Machina' will pay back their tab in due time. You roll your eyes, and with a groan, you begrudgingly hand up a small bag of gold to cover their tab and look at the elven woman with an extremely annoyed face. She looks back, surprised you paid their tab, and even more so surprised you have the audacity to look at her with such a face.

A white haired, taller man looks at you with extreme shock. His face is familiar, but you know better than to stare, something he must have forgotten. Your face shifts into a less disgruntled face as the barkeeper speaks to you, thanking you for kindly paying the group's tab.

With the showy smile you were taught, you give him a soft and polite 'You're very welcome. Thank you for your hospitality.'

Your conversation with the barkeeper is cut short when the brunette, elven woman loudly asks you "And who the fuck are you?"

It sounded much more like actual curiosity than impoliteness, so you choose to not respond with the same tone, instead introducing yourself.

"[Name] [F/N]." (Guys im actually so sorry for having to do that, it feels taboo bc no one likes it) One side of you hoped they knew your family name for the sake of fear or authority, but the other hoped they didn't for the sake of having new beginnings.

Their gnome cleric seemed to be working your name out, familiarity reading on her face. You can tell it clicks when she looks up at you thinking of what to say, but she instead introduces herself and the rest of the party.

"Hi.. I'm Pike, this is Grog, the two similar looking elves are twins, Vex and Vax. The druid is Keyleth, and.. Scanlan is the guy pissing on the sign right now." As she speaks you can hear the encouraging smile on her face in her voice, her friendly introduction and personality persuading you to not judge or speak ill of Vox Machina.

You smile at all of them as she introduces them, except for Scanlan, your face rests in disgust watching the half nude gnome piss on a sign, then accidentally piss on a guard of the kingdom.

You turn expectantly to the one Pike seemingly forgot to introduce, the look of disgust still on your face. He seems startled you gave him the sour face, and you quickly fix it. You wave a beckoning motion at him to introduce himself.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III'' You finally realize who he is, and your face contorts to curiosity, but there's a small amount of disgust evident in it as well.

You have no clue what his family might have done to your’s for them to cut ties with his, but it couldn't have been good. Your mother always fought your father to keep as many allies as possible, and it was very rare for them to both agree on cutting ties.

Rolling your eyes at his long introduction, you cross your arms. The wisp of cold night wind swishes through your hair, as you feel it on your neck. You look up at him like scum under your foot, standing a distance of around 4 feet away from him.

"Do.. you guys know each other?" Pike asks you awkwardly, the rest of the party staring at the two of you awkwardly as well, noticing your repulsed face and Percy's face of surprise.

You scoff. "Know each other? No no.. we're only childhood best friends of neighboring kingdoms." Your voice seethes in sarcasm, your gaze not leaving Percy.

A new voice enters the awkward situation, the elven rogue, Vax, who protected you earlier.

"Yeah, you two really seem to be bonded to the core." His sarcasm matches your's, and you laugh softly, finally turning away from the silent Percy.

Walking towards him to converse, your face changes to a more smug than angry expression, your eyebrows still turned downward. The two of you banter for a moment before Scanlan awkwardly reveals a request for mercenaries.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I joined you, right? It's been a long while since I've been part of a party, and even longer since I’ve seen Percy." You ask Pike, who you assume is the leader of the party as she seems most responsible.

"It never hurts to have a few extra hands!" You can tell she's still dwelling on your interaction with Percy, as her tone is sensitive and her words practically dance around what just happened.

(Timeskip because theres literally a gap in writing in the show BECAUSE I DONT FUKCING KNOW WHAT TO DO HELP)

Waking up in the morning and climbing the stairs up to the ruler of Emon was a struggle, and you couldn't help but cast an ice spell to soothe the headache you currently had. Percy had tried to talk to you a few times, but you had shrugged him off at every opportunity. He opted to walk in the front of the group, conversing lightly with Vex and Keyleth.

It was nice talking to Vax so casually, as it wasn't an opportunity given to you often to speak informally. He gave you a few confused glances whenever you slipped up and started speaking formally, and you'd let out an awkward laugh and wave your hand in front of your face to try and get him to ignore it.

"So- what brings you to Emon?"

"My mother and father pushed me out of the kingg..domm.. I just want to practice my sorcery. I haven't really used it outside of learning it in practice." You trail off, when he gives you a weird look after mentioning your home.

"Oh. Really? That sounds.. wonderful. You seem a truly powerful sorcerer." He replies to you with an awkward smile on his face, trying to keep the conversation flowing with you as best as possible.

Once the party reaches the doors, Trinket, Vex's pet bear, stays on the outside of the doors with the guards. The party all make an awkward introduction, and you attempt to quip that you aren’t part of Vox Machina perse, but Scanlan quickly spoke over you in song, and went over you quite quickly, introducing you as “The sorcerer princess of the city of the weave!” And honestly? You had to admit it was better than anything you were expecting him to say about you, even if he had gotten some facts wrong.

A ‘punch in the gut’ feeling washed over you as you remember that you are a high status noble walking among a group of barfing, hungover mercenaries, and you look just as hungover as the rest of them. You quickly straighten yourself out and push around Vax with a soft ‘Sorry..’ and stand next to Percy, hoping to look better next to him, another noble. He seems surprised but ignores it, letting Scanlan bullshit you guys through the ‘meeting’ you had interrupted by walking in. Eventually, Emon’s ruler and a few advisers approve of your group saving the kingdom, in exchange for a very large box presumably full of gold coins.

You all quickly board the boat like aircraft, shuffling to stand near the railing, you find yourself standing next to Percy after not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on between Vex and Vax, opting to not seem rude or nosy. You of course, keep your space between you and him, and lean on the rail, debating on starting the conversation.

And you do.

“So.. what could the de Rolos have done to have angered the [F/N]s?” You ask, sarcastically, but genuinely curious.

Percy turns and looks at you with a face of bewilderment. “What did we do? What are you talking about?” Percy’s voice has anger lacing through it, and he wasn’t trying to hide it, but it’s not like he was trying to show it either.

“I mean, what did you guys do? Lord de Rolo stopped responding to my mother’s letters, and one day both mother and father refused to speak of Whitestone. It was like you guys did some horrible offense against lady Mystra, or, I don’t know, maybe betrayed one of our stronger alliances?” You dig deeper under his skin unknowingly, your face only showing confusion.

Percy’s stance changed, and he turned his body to face you. “My father stopped responding to your mother’s letters because he was murdered. They.. were all murdered. I ran from my kingdom, barely escaping my attackers, and I assumed you did your’s?”

Your mouth drops ever so slightly in shock, but you quickly close it. “I’m so sorry, Percy. I had no clue. I wish I could have convinced my parents to do something.. And no, I didn’t run from Evonium. My parents sent me away to become stronger.. I finally graduated from my academy.” Your eyes are glossy, as if hurt for Percy for what happened to his family. Your expression was soft, and pitiful. It almost completely contrasted the look you gave him at the bar, if it weren’t for that same pitiful look that knitted in your eyebrows as the wind blew against your face.

He turns away, unwilling to think about the look you had given him. He sighs. “It’s quite alright. I don’t blame you for assuming our families crossed one another. If I was in your position I would have done the same.”

You scoot closer to him, but leave room to breathe. You felt selfish for wanting to heal your relationship so fast, so you would let him choose when the wound was closed.

You felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but you tried ignoring it. Unaware it was Vax, you choose not to turn, and hope it was nothing. It seems he doesn’t want the wound to close at all, and he has a face that reads jealousy. He turns back to Vex, continuing their conversation and trying to shake off the feeling he had about you and Percy.

The ship shakes, and quickly levitates to the ground, a small wooden town ahead of you. The tents were torn, and burns were evident in the wood that kept the cloth up. It didn’t look like the work of a reckless wizard or sorcerer, and it seemed like it came haphazardly from above. You slowly walk down the aircraft beside Percy in silence. Scanlan makes some kind of sexual comment to the woman who brought us here, to which she ignores and promptly leaves without a word. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

You and Percy walk awkwardly behind everyone else, as Vax walks beside Keyleth, Pike next to Grog, and Vex next to Scanlan, which she was visibly upset about. However, she didn’t seem too upset as the two bantered sarcastically back and forth. The trail to the tents begins to go down hill, the path muddy and slippery. You try to hold onto Percy’s shoulder as you walk down, in which he drapes an arm around your waist in response to, trying to help support you, but it only brings you flashes of your childhood crush on him, and you fail to pay attention to the floor, despite having a staring contest with it.

You slip, falling backwards for only moments before Percy’s hand grips your hip, his arm already behind your back to support you, and pulls you back up. It was a pull with quick strength that was more of a reflex than an action, and it pulls you nearly face to face. You blush, and mutter a quick ‘Thanks, Percy.’, and he looks away with a quickly spoken, flustered, “Yeah! Yes. Of course.” as if he was trying to pull himself together. You pull away, but keep your hand on Percy’s shoulder until fully down the slope.

Vax turns around to look at the commotion, and he catches a glimpse of you blushing at Percy. He can’t help but scoff at it, and turns back around to talk to Keyleth, only really half talking to her, and her only really half talking to him.

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Cowboy like me

Summary: Having worked as a freelancer in Emon you’ve run into Vox Machina and their shenanigans on a handful of occasions. Often you feel drawn into their chaos and to one of their particular steampunk aesthetic members. But maybe that’s because you have more in common than one might think.

A/N: So what I’m using some Taylor Swift song inspiration this year. It’s fun I got some good ones lined up for it too.

Maybe it was fate that I landed in this one small-town tavern, it certainly couldn’t have been luck. I had just been in town running “errands”, small gigs that didn’t take me too far off my desired path. This one was just a simple retrieval of a missing wedding ring, perhaps the man should have held on to it a bit tighter the last time he was here, but that wasn’t for me to say.

“Yeah, I found that one last week, but I put it with the other things that have gotten left here over the years. You’ll have to give me a minute to find it.”

“Take your time,” I said, tossing the barkeep a few spare coins for the effort.

I sat down, taking hold of my glass and staring at the wall behind the bar.

“(y/n)?”

I was surprised to even hear my name in a place like this, but his face was easily recognizable once I turned around. “Percy?”

He shook his head almost in disbelief, “I really didn’t think we’d ever run into you again. How long has it been?”

“Let’s see, the last time was the mimic case, so a while, I guess. So the whole crew is here then?”

“Oh yes, think I could leave them unsupervised?” He nodded his head in the direction of where a few members of his found family set, most of them drunker than they ought to be. “We were just passing through looking for work. You know how it is.”

“Tell me about it.” I said, turning back to stare at the wall.

“How are you handling these days?” He said, taking the seat next to me.

“I take the odd job for the money, I make ends meet, but I’m looking for bigger prey presently.”

“Bigger prey?”

“Story for another day.”

“And what might you do once you track down this bigger prey?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Percival, I got some tricks up my sleeve.”

“You can call me Percy, you know?”

“I know,” I smiled while drinking from my glass.

“Well, the offer always still stands to join Vox Machina if you ever want the company.”

I tried not to smile at the offer. “Is that offer from the whole group, or just you?” He tried to hide the smile and light blush from my suggestion. “Can’t, a group like yours might just slow me down. Honestly, I’m shocked you're still with them.”

“Why do you say that?” I turned looking at him, he had a deep crease in his brow, questioning me. Almost like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.

“You may play the gentleman Percival, but I can read it in your eyes, you're just another cowboy. And like any true cowboy, you’re really after one thing.”

“And what is that?”

“Revenge.”

“What makes you think I want revenge?”

“Call it a woman's intuition.” Just as I took a long sip finishing my drink, the barkeep came back with the ring in hand.

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” I smiled, pocketing the ring and standing up to leave.

“You’re going to leave already? At least let me buy you a drink,” Percy tried.

“I got what I came for, it’s time I head out.”

“You know, (y/n), you’re not as mysterious and cool as you think you are.” I raised my eyebrow, questioning where he was going with this.

He stood up, standing closer this time. “You're a woman on a mission.”

“Pray tell, dear Percival, what is that mission?”

He smiled, leaning in closer. “It's obvious, dear (y/n). You’re a cowboy, just like me.”

I tried to play it off with a shake of my head as I started walking toward the door.

“Hey (y/n)!” Percy shouted from across the room. “Good luck with your bigger prey” He smirked before he turned back to his friends.

As I left the bar, I could feel the goosebumps on my arms, shaking my head. Oh, y/n you are playing a dangerous game getting distracted like this. You’ve been there before, just run before it's too late. It still blows my mind how he could just read and call me out like that, but I guess it takes one to know one. But by now I should know to stay away from cowboys.

Part 2

[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

Hi

Can you write some Percy de rolo x reader? Some jealous and protective Percy.

hi, I hope this meets what you expected. its not very angsty, but i thought it was kind if cute and funny. hope you enjoy, and please do not copy my work! thanks!!!

Jealousy

Percy de rolo x reader

You obviously didn’t mean to be hit on by the tall, slender, handsome elf, and you certainly weren’t trying to draw attention to yourself. After all, it's not as if you had eyes for anyone other than the gunslinger of your group. You didn’t care to learn the elf’s name, though you were sure he brought it at some point in the one-sided conversation. He continued rambling on about something so utterly boring and unimportant while you simply nodded. 

    The only reason you were even present was because you were required to attend the formal gathering with your colleagues and fellow mercenaries, Vox Machina. You had all arrived decked out in your fanciest attire, the luscious green and black fabrics adorning your body like the muse of an ethereal painting. 

In the beginning, you had all been together, but Scanlan broke off from the group first, then Grog joined the gnome, Vax and Vex were drawn away by admirers, Pike decided to sit and watch the event, Keyleth chose to explore the room, and Percy was led off by a group of mechanical and technological admirers. You, being you, went looking for a drink to dull the edge of the surrounding crowd. 

The drink did dull the edge of the crowd, but sadly the wine served at this event was not enough to take away the buzzing of the elf beside you. Unlike most of your friends, you did not like to be rude. However, in most cases, you would have already made a bit of a scene, but Percy had asked you all to be on your best behavior so you stayed silent in your seat. The room was filled with chatter and banter, but for the life of you, you couldn’t help but want to do anything else than interacting with these people. Honestly, you would slay another dragon if that meant you could leave this place.

The elf made another advance on you, placing a hand on your forearm. You tensed, but did not shrug it off. If he became too handsy you would most certainly have him pushed into the bar with a knife to his easily accessible throat. Once more, you didn’t want to make a mess out of this event like your colleges had the last several, so you searched the crowd for your escape. Pike was chatting with a noble, grog was munching away on appetizers, Scanlan was somewhere, and Percy was still surrounded by admirers and possibly some potential investors. 

It was Percy that noticed you, and his eyes met yours with ease. When they left yours, they were filled with a little rage and something else that the gunslinger had never shown before. It was a look you were unfamiliar with his face showing . His eyes were locked onto the elf that had leaned closer to you without you noticing it. It seemed from your perspective that Percy had excused himself from his conversation and was making his way over to you. Your lazy posture became abruptly aware and excited to be saved from the drag of a situation you were in. You popped up from your seat just a little, as Percy stepped before you.

“Hello there Y/n,” Percy smiled down at you while you smiled back. Percy’s attention turned towards the elf that had been gnawing off your ear with his conversation, “and …” Percy trailed off waiting for the elf to give his name.

The man beside you held out his hand for Percy to shake, “Idril, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Percy grunted a little but shook the elf’s hand. “Well, Idril, you don’t suppose I could steal Y/n for a second now, do you?”

“Oh,” Idril looked at you, “actually we were just in the middle of a conversation, I’m sure you don’t mind if we finish first.” 

“I suppose you can finish whatever you were talking about after I speak with them,” Percy smiled smugly, neither of the men looking at you anymore.

The two were becoming quite passive-aggressive, while you were just becoming aggressive. “I really feel like the discussion you are both having should involve me a bit more than the two of you. After all, shouldn’t it be my decision when it comes to what I do?” you asked them in such a way that if they said anything other than yes, they would have both had their asses handed to them.

“Of course, you are entirely correct,” the elf responded.

“Yes, obviously,” Percy huffed out. You raised your brow at his demeanor and quickly rolled your eyes.

“Percy, why don’t you go wait over there,” you gestured to an empty spot of the room, with two chairs available, “while I finish up here.”

Percy did a curt nod, annoyance clearly showing in his eyes, “fine.” The man walked away and toward the spot you had pointed out.

You turned to the bartender of the event and kindly asked for two more glasses of wine. The elf beside you smiled. “It has been lovely talking to you, Idril,” you spoke.

“As is the same for you, darling.”

 “I’m very glad we were able to meet,” you continued as the bartender returned with the two glasses of wine you had asked for. Idril reached out for one, but you quickly grabbed both and stood up, “I truly hope I see you again one day.” You left the elf sitting alone at the bar and made your way over to Percy.

You fell into your seat with a thunk, seeing as you were already exhausted from the night. “Here, drink up,” you handed a glass to Percy and then downed the entirety of yours. 

“How was the ever so charming Idril? I’m certain he would like to see you again,” Percy’s tone was odd, but it didn’t throw you off. He seemed angry for whatever reason.

“I don’t know, I didn’t listen to a word he said until you showed up,” you glanced at your companion.

“Really?” Percy asked skeptically, not entirely believing you. You did not appreciate the accusation in his voice.

“Yeah really,” you snapped back. You winced at your own voice and sighed. “Sorry, these events always get me so worked up. I hate them.”

“Well for someone that hates them so much you are quite good at them. Much better than the others I assure you,” his voice became softer and less targeting.

“Please, the others aren’t even trying to be good, I on the other hand constantly want to punch people in the face at these events.”

“Why don’t you?” Percy asked after taking a sip of the burgundy liquid sloshing inside his glass.

“Because,” you started and paused, “because, they are important to you.”

“Not important enough for you to feel this obligated to fit in and drain yourself internally,” he responded with faint concern lacing his features.

“Please, you are the only one of us that belongs in a place like this. Even I find Scanlan embarrassing at these events, I can only imagine what you must feel.”

“I don’t care how others view us. I care infinitely more about how you view us,” he said honestly. From him, it sounded like a confession, like a secret you were never meant to hear.

You smiled, “good because if one more person here hits on me and enters my personal space I will threaten them.”

“Good, I’d be happy for you to do just that,” Percy straightened up.

“You really would, wouldn’t you?” you moved closer to him, “based on the way you acted earlier, I would say you were jealous. Now I could be completely wrong, but simply based on observation-.”

Percy turned his face, and he went a little red from embarrassment, “please don’t, I was not jealous.”

“Really?” you questioned teasingly.

Percy turned back to face you, “yes really.”

“Alright, I guess I believe you,” you said, “I could use some food, how about you?”

“Food sounds nice.”

“Good,” you kissed his cheek, “I’ll be right back.” You stood up and winked at him before you made your way to the selection of appetizers on display. Percy’s face turned a deep red as he watched you gracefully make your way to Grog. 

You both ate together before trying to hurdle up the others so you could leave. The rest of the night went fairly smoothly, other than a few smashed plates due to you and one broken elf nose due to Percy. For once you had enjoyed the night and it seemed Percy genuinely enjoyed it too. You both laughed as you left the uptight party to return home with the rest of Vox Machina. On the journey back you and Percy passed a wine bottle you had snatched. Even returning home the group lulled creating a peaceful vibe across your shared home. You and Percy walked together to the hallway where your bedrooms were located. Sharing a short kiss in the moonlight, you said your goodnights and went to get some well needed rest. 

[demigoddessqueens]

I’m the type of person that when in a new area I kinda slow down and look around to take in the new surroundings. However if I’m with someone else I would softly hold onto the back of their shirt, their sleeve, or onto their finger. Just so I can keep looking but keep pace with that person.

How would vox machina react to a reader that does the same thing to them. Just out of nowhere softly hold on to them to keep pace while also looking around.

This is so pure 🥹💕 I love it

Vex’ahlia - she pretends not to see you hold onto the white piece of fur on her person, but she can’t help it when you look so CUTE with that curious look on your face!

Pike - here hold her hand. Or fingers. Sometimes that armor can be a bit sharp to grasp. Even if you feel at peace, the cleric feels x10 more soothed just by having you near

Scanlan - either it’s his own hand (that he’ll insist) or a conjured Bigby’s Hand that you grip onto. Sure he doesn’t want you to get lost, but he finds it endearing he’s your “comfort person”

Grog - holding onto a trailing piece of cloth, or he’ll offer his bicep for you to hang onto (mostly just flex it to show off). Or just hop up on there

Keyleth - aww you’re so cute to her! Frankly, she encourages it because a lot of these places are new to her too, so it’s nice having one sweet on her hold her hand

Percy - he’s torn between sweetly teasing you or just accepting it because he never intended this dynamic. Still, even Percy will make up some faux excuse just to hold your hand as well. No, he’s not worried you’ll wander off 👀

Vax’ildan - he swears he heard a loud “THWUMP” against the fluffy cloak/armor because you rested your head on it. Gods, you’re adorable glancing around casually but holding onto him

[blueseachelle]

Hi.

Can you please write some Percy de rolo x reader one shot. With jealous reader? Maybe some smut?

Jealous? Me? Never. PART 1

Percy De Rolo x Jealous! Reader

Smut will be in PART 2 but, I like to build a foundation for jealous type situations so, this is a build up for the good stuff

It seems like the whole world is against you at this point.

Every time you tried to do something. Someone or something stood in your way. You were trying to figure out a way into a certain someone's heart yet, were stopped by observation.

As you sat in a tavern next to Pike. You noticed a number of things. Your eyes never strayed too far away from the silver haired gunslinger across from you. You saw how Vex leaned into him. You saw how he seemed to smirk and reflect the same energy back.

It made you sick. You thought nothing was going on between the two of them but, you guess you were wrong after all.

You're heart ached. You looked down into your mug. You got lost in your thoughts for a little bit until Pike nudged you gently,

"You okay, Girlie?"

You just look over to her and smiled softly,

"I'm good. I'm just gonna head outside for some air."

Pike watched with a concerned look as you stood up and made your way out of the bar. She looked around and saw that no one noticed her sudden exit. She stood on her bench and turned to hop down.

Just as she did this, Grog grabbed her up,

"Did you see that, Pike?! I beat Vax once again!"

Pike pushed out of his grasp slightly,

"Yeah. I saw that. You did great, Buddies. I'll be back in a second."

With that, she quickly followed the path you took out of the bar.

Percy saw this and realized that you weren't there. You never alone really so, this concerned him slightly. Vex put an arm over his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts,

"Darling! Did you see that? Scanlan fell of his stool, long gone! Hahahaha."

Percy just nodded. He quickly got out of her grasp, much how Pike did the same with Grog. He cleared his throat quickly after.

"Excuse me, Vex'ahlia. I have to visit the men's room."

He then disappeared out the door. This went unnoticed to the rest of the drunk group.

~~~

You walked away from the tavern. Looking at the ground as you walked, kicking some pebbles as you went.

How could you be so blind? You should've knew that they were together before you fell for Percy. You were just blinded by love.

You tried so hard to make time for him and help him with his projects. You made sure to keep him safe in battle. You always were there to take care of him when he needed it. You guess you were always saw as a best friend. Nothing more.

You heard rushed footsteps from behind you. You didn't bother to turn around. You didn't care anymore.

Pike ran up to your side. She walked next to you as she caught her breath quickly. She then gave your cloak a slight tug, catching your attention. You looked over at her with saddened eyes. Pike just nodded. She understood your pain.

"It's okay to be jealous and hurt."

"Jealous? Me? Never."

Y/n responded with slightly sarcastic tone. Pike just shook her head,

"Even if he isn't there for you, I always will be. We'll get through this together, Girlie."

"I just wish he understood how much my heart hurts to see him with her. I was always there for him. Through everything. Before he even got into the group. I guess I never been more than a best friend. I'm stupid for thinking so."

"Y/n. You are not stupid. What's stupid is that Percy can't see that you love him but he sees Vex's advances. We did everything we could to get you with him. Maybe he'll realize soon. You never know."

Percy, who was approaching the two, heard the whole exchange. His eyes widened. You? Jealous? He would never guess that you loved him as much as you said to Pike. He did always see you as his best friend but, he saw so much more. He thought he had no chance because you never, well he didn't realize, acted like you wanted to be anything more. When Vex made it obvious, he thought he could get rid of these feelings he had for you.

Oh boy. He was so wrong.

He saw you give Pike a hug. You sat there on you knees as you hugged her. Pike patted your back.

"Everything will be okay. I promise."

You just nodded. Soon, the hug broke apart and Pike told you she had to head back and take care of Grog. You just nodded and said that you needed a couple more minutes before going back.

Pike nodded and ran back to the tavern. She didn't notice Percy as she ran by because he was hiding.

Once you were alone, Percy came out of hiding and made his way towards you. You just hung your head low and was lost in thought. You didn't notice Percy's entrance.

He gingerly set a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him. You looked slightly surprised but, your sadness covered it up quickly.

"Why are you here? You should be with Vex'ahlia."

Percy shook his head,

"I came here because I was worried about you. You seem off tonight and I want to know what's wrong."

Rage pulsed through you. You looked at him and stepped back so his hand fell off your shoulder,

"You know what's wrong. Don't act like you weren't hiding and overhearing my conversation with Pike. Do I look stupid to you? Don't play me like a fucking fool."

Percy pursed his lips together. He was caught. He didn't want you to be anger at him but, here we are.

"I did hear it all. I just want to know why didn't make a move sooner. Why didn't you point blank ask me how I felt towards you?"

You clutched your fists and you growled slightly,

"You think it's so easy. I didn't want to lose you as even my friend if you rejected me. Plus, now I know you and Vex are something so, I can just forget about my feelings and go about my business. Do snog with her and leave me alone."

Percy took a step towards you. You anger was valid. He knew he fucked up but, he wants to make it up to you. He needed to reach out first. He slowly gripped your shoulders,

"It is easy. I'll do it so you can see."

You froze in confusion as he continued,

"Y/n. I have loved you for a very long time now. You have always been by my side and I appreciate it. You showed me so much of myself that I wouldn't have ever found without you. I thought YOU would reject me so, when Vex made it obvious of her feelings, I thought I could run away from them. Seeing you hurt like this, I can't run. I'm sorry for my stupidity. I love you. More than the world. You are my world."

You stood there with tears running down your cheeks. He slowly moved his hand and wiped your tears as they came. You leaned into his touch.

"I love you too, Percy."

Percy smiled and leaned in and kissed You. You both stayed in that position for some time. Kissing over and over again. The tears soon stopped to flow as the kissing stopped as well. Once the two of you separated, Percy held you close. He whispered sweet words to you.

You held him tightly, like he was gonna disappear in a seconds time. Percy looked down at you,

"Do you want to head back to the tavern now?"

You slowly nodded and you both walked hand in hand to the building. You were both going to tell the rest of the group of the new development. No matter what anyone said. No matter the repercussions of the relationship. You both didn't care. You loved each other and that's that.

[basalt-deltas]

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Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???

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[saphirered]

Hey there! Can I please request a Percy x reader where Percy and the reader grew up together and she is a sorcerer of some kind and she helped Percy and Cassandra escape from the Briarwoods and they get separated but are reunited years later and the reader then starts travelling with Percy and Vox Machina. Also, can it based on the show because I haven't started watching the stream yet.

Went a little angsty with this one but we get a nice and wholesome end. Hope you enjoy it! 😘

Thankfully those closest to him outside of family are completely and utterly insignificant in the eyes of the Briarwoods. They didn’t hold the power, and those who did were easily disposed of or turned to their side. Sure there was a massacre, but those who submitted would at least live. Child of nobility resigned to nothing more than a servant. That too was a ploy. It takes guts to tell a boldfaced lie to the face of the people-no monsters who could make you beg for a swift death in so many ways. Guts or stupidity. Yet his friend still did and so Archie blended into the shadows, away from the dangers looming within the castle. The cook-dead. The child? Missing for a few days but turned up again. Yet that cook’s child; not Archie. No that would be you. You were resigned to the role of the help. Thank the gods you’re a fast learned and have uncanny survival instincts even though you sometimes are reckless. 

Your fine silks and velvets had been exchanged for rags torn and stained. Instead of books you’d hold dirty dishes. Instead of ink staining your hands, they would be raw from the cleaning. Percy thought he’d cry when you entered that cell, head low, plate of food-if it could even be called that-in your hands. You’d kneel at his side, and if no one was near you’d hug him. You’d hold him and tell him everything would be alright. He came to realise that for those visits, for those times you’d come to comfort him when he needed it most you were risking it all. That alone made you braver than he could ever be. Then a fateful day came. Dinner was prepared for the devils in the castle. You’d had a personal hand in it. Not but waste would be fed to the prisoners. Potato skins, whatever meat left on the bones the good pieces were cut from, stale mouldy bread. You’d earned some trust, were given the key by the guard on duty because the proper meal you brought for them was much more appealing than escorting a child to a prison they couldn’t leave anyway and wait for a prisoner to eat. 

From that moment on Percy realised you’d go to any lengths to make your promise to him come true; you’d get him out. He’d live a life beyond these walls. You’d poised the meals. It did little to the Briarwoods, obviously but it was plenty to knock a few people off their feet; including the guards in the dungeons. Instead of helping him through another terrible painful day of torture you’d open the door to his prison, to his sisters prison. You’d grab their hands and drag them through these haunted halls. It didn’t take too long before they caught on what happened and chase was given but you gave them enough of a window to escape, enough of a heads start to stand a chance against their torturers. All they had to do is make it to the river. They had to get past it. Lady Briarwood would not allow her darling husband to set foot near it and they’d be gone before anyone else could catch up. That was the plan. Until Ripley…

You fell first. The first shot, well aimed, meant to stop you from running. The second, that one was meant to hurt; the warning of the punishment you’d endure should you live long enough. You shouted for them to keep running. Shouted- no commanded through your pain for him to go. Ripley seemed to have little interest in you and next him and Cassandra had to dodge arrows. She too got hit. He still remembers the look in her eyes, as she fell, she begged him to save her and he ran. He wasn’t brave. He was selfish. He keeps telling himself she was beyond saving. Yet he knows the truth; he left her to die. He left you to die. Those are the moments that haunt his dreams even now. Years later he wakes from the nightmares. Wakes with the guilt and pain and regret and it haunts him.

He finds himself back in the pits of his rage. He finds himself wallowing in pain and driven by fury, commanded by another entity that promised him revenge. It hardly matters this comes at the cost of his soul. Souls are but worthless after all. His own misdeeds are worthy enough of damnation. He has nothing to lose. So he will end them. He will remember their names; remember the names of those they condemned to oblivion and will tear apart the villains of this story, even if that means he might become just like them. If his inventions cause the world to burn it will have been worth it for his vengeance. But then he remembers the people he’s grown to love, who see him for who he is, and even though they know not the full truth, he feels that spark of regret, quickly doused by the smoke demon within. 

The brink of insurrection. They want a leader. Rebels scattered. He can’t be their leader. He’s driven by revenge. He was never meant to lead. His mind has no shortage of excuses why he can’t-won’t. Then he sees your eyes. Your eyes. You stare back at him. Is this a dream? Some twisted imagination? No. You’re here. You’re alive. It’s definitely you. 

“Percival.” You breathe. You’d never expected to see him again. You’d hoped he’d ran far and never looked back yet here he stands. He’s grown quite a bit. Handsome too you suppose, but what were you to expect? Eyes still the same yet heavy with pain and haunted by past ghosts. You suspect you somewhat look the same. For a moment the somewhat stoic nature of the role you'd taken on the past years, falls away. You’re the first to move. You stand in front of him, toe to toe, study him as he does the same. He breathes your name, barely even audible, as you throw your arms around him. He returns your embrace albeit in disbelief. 

“Is this real?” Percy whispers in your shoulder. 

“I could ask you the same question.” You pull back, brushing your thumb over his cheek. The tightness in your throat grows. It’s been years. You’d hoped to never see him again, knowing where your fate lies. You hoped he’d found a new happy life for himself but here he is; haunted by the same demons you fight on the daily. You suppose you have the Briarwoods to thank for one thing; the powers you found. Even now you hear the ticking mechanics and the comforts of turning gears. It’s just a little louder in Percy’s presence even though no one but you hears it. Still, more pressing matters are at hand. Keeper Yennen tries to get the de Rolo heir to lead the rebellion but you know it’s not his place. Perhaps if he chose the path he’d one day make a good leader, but his current path leads elsewhere and he has no intentions to change. Though that doesn’t mean him and his merry band have no use for you and you for them. Archi still needs to be saved. You’d go in alone as was the plan, not wanting to risk a skirmish but with their aid, the odds look pretty good. 

A planning sequence follows. Percy manages to shoot down the stupid plans of some of his companions but his eyes and mind drift to you occasionally. He applauds your patience and ability to take the others seriously despite their idiocies. Every once in a while your eyes will meet his and whatever brews in his heart and mind; the anger, willingness to let himself succumb in this plot for vengeance begins to come into question. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll do whatever it takes, but he might be just a little more inclined to intend to make it out alive, rather than walk into certain death. Perhaps that’s why he even entertains the prospects of working with the rebels to free Whitestone; not just because they’re an advantage to himself but to leave something behind, to give you a chance at life. Things move fast as he’s caught up in his own thoughts and before he knows it you’re off to save the real cook’s son Archi from the Briarwood’s lackeys. 

Obviously things don’t go as planned entirely. Goodness of the heart leaves the others to decide and set free the other imprisoned rebels. He’d have left them. They complicate things and as proven; the leader is much more significant in this whole thing than a couple dozen of loose cannons looking for bloodshed and vengeance of their own against their wardens. It’s proven true as given by the fight that followed. The demon within sensed something. The demon within acted on it and so a name was crossed off. Percy got reckless- no the demon did. He simply lost control, became a victim to the whims of that dark power to fulfil the deal he made. The mask came on, and the name on that barrel disappeared. A life taken. He felt no regret, no remorse, only purpose, but when he turned that cursed weapon of his on his ally-his friend that made him feel a certain way, despite what he might have put forth. 

Not much time can be spent to linger. Time to run. Time to fight. A move was made. Secrecy was off the table though Percy doubts it would have lasted much longer anyway. The Briarwoods knew they were coming. Let them see they were right. Let them see the threat. Smoke them out. But then a legion of undead raised, chased them and killed so many. Like rats trapped they had to scatter. You’d gone with him. You fought well, sure you were decently skilled with a sword; training you received as a child but it was your magic that stood out. You didn’t have that last he saw you. Chased and running, Vox Machina ends up being flanked but that doesn’t seem to be an issue to you. You stop. In your hand you spin a simple copper rod covered in some kind of script he can’t even begin to decipher and slam it in the ground. Save for the release of a wave of magical energy, nothing seems to happen. Nothing-until it does. The hoard of undead coming from behind through all streets and side alleys sent to chase you run against an invisible barrier. 

You notice Percy has fallen to a halt as the others continue looking over their shoulder. Quick as you can you run, grabbing his hand as you dart past and drag him along with you. He says something but you don’t have the mind to listen; the ticking clockwork in your head too loud. Since you had fallen behind more undead have gotten between you and the rest of the group. Not a worrisome amount like the ones you’re keeping at bay for now, but enough to be a nuisance. Percys shoots, they drop like flies but not fast enough. So you do what any good magic user of your caliber would do and summon a bead of red energy in your palm, sling it at the undead and watch it explode in a blaze of glory, nothing but burning corpses left as you keep running. 

Eventually you get a moment of respite. A moment to recover. Everyone catches their breath, This is going from bad to worse and the odds aren’t looking good. The rebels hide, a safe-house gives them some cover and a moment to rest though Percy doubts it’ll last long. There’s no way back, there’s only forward or death. Once again they try to urge him to lead, take up the mantle left by his family, kept by his people but he can’t- no won’t. They can’t make him. He sees you in a corner, looks at you while he responds. He expected some kind of disappointment, or even have you try to urge him to take his rightful spot but you don’t, you don’t say anything, nor is there judgement in your eyes. Instead he sees your weariness. Your exhaustion doesn’t come from your escape from the undead. It comes from the years you’ve been fighting to survive, fighting for freedom. You’ve given your all and you’re running out. The end is in sight, sure but the chances of success are abysmally low. You’ve proven yourself one of the leading parties, and it’s worn you down. You’ll be right at the front lines, first to the slaughter of this disaster. He can’t let that happen. He won’t condemn you to a death that can be avoided. 

“A word, please?” Percy approaches you as you wrap an injury you sustained. Your attention turns to him and with a wordless nod you follow him into another room of the building. As mannered as you remember him, he holds the door for you, and steps in after, closing the door as he does. You wander around the room, picking up trinkets here and there, placing them back where they belonged. You wait. Percy reminds himself he’s the one that called you here. 

“Leave Whitestone.” No use in dancing around the subject, is there?

“What?” You turn to look at him as if he had grown a second head. 

“Leave Whitestone. Run while you still can. You showed you can keep these creatures at bay. You’re more than capable of getting out on your own before the streets run red with blood. Save yourself while you still have the opportunity to do so.” Disappointment. Like a spear to his chest you look at him the way he had never hoped to see, not from you. 

“I’m not going to run, Percy. I can’t leave behind these people.” You counter, a hint of disdain in your voice despite you trying to simmer it. 

“You’ve already given enough for this cause. I’m asking you to live.” 

“Are you going to take my spot then? Are you going to lead the rebels in our fight for freedom while I go off galavanting through Exandria? For years I’ve stood with them, fought with them and held them as they took their last breath. I know my value to them, and I won’t just abandon them, like you’re asking me to. I’m here to make a change.” 

“Is that why you saved me then? To take your place in this worthless war? Is it too much for me to ask you to save yourself and not be so self-sacrificial for once in your life?” Percy ridicules. Stupid sense of righteousness. It doesn’t matter if you’re dead in the end. Your memory won’t be but ashes upon the wind. You won’t die the hero you are. You won’t become a martyr. You’ll just be dead. Another soul lost in another futile battle. Another corpse for the ravens to feast upon. 

“I saved you so you could have a chance at a life of your choosing. Not because I needed you to pick up arms to lead a rebellion. I’d hoped you of all people would give me that same luxury; to choose. This is my choice, Percival. My choice. I’ll pick up the sword especially if you won’t.” Words like venom poison him and his next response. Driven by anger, perhaps not at you directly, but are you deserving of it? No you are not. Still he lets it go because even if he loses all your respect and love for him; at least you’ll be alive if he can convince you to leave. Then again, you are more stubborn than he is. 

“And you’ll die with it too! Can’t you see this only ends in ruin?” Percy all but shouts. 

“Of course I do!” You return with the same gravity but then your look softens to something he hates much more than your own anger. It changes to what can only be as someone who’s come to terms with an inevitable end. Someone who’s made peace with it and has done so a long time ago. He hates it. He hates you’ve reached that point, even though he is very much in the same boat. Two sides of the same coin. He’s shown exactly how similar you’ve become despite your different paths here. 

“I will lay down my life to give these people a chance. Not for my own survival, but for the people who would be next. But most of all I want blood. I will make the Briarwoods bleed for every soul they took, every life they ruined and even then it wouldn’t be enough but at least the world will be rid of them and those lost names will have been avenged. I refuse to run.” The silence that follows is killing. The tension even worse as you study Percy’s every expression. You watch that familiar pain spark to a flame, a hint of anger; not at you, though but at something within himself, then it turns to embers and all that is left is a sadness, acceptance, defeat. His head lowers as he takes in a deep long breath, holds it and breathes out. He nods. You wait. 

“I suppose you’re right. Righteous I should say. Even on your own road to revenge you manage to consider the living. Not just the dead. You’ve always been the better person.”

“If only you knew my misdeeds of the past years.” You manage a dry laugh.

“And if only you knew mine but let’s not turn this into a pain game.” He retorts mimicking your laugh. “If I can’t convince you to run and save yourself, will you at least entertain the thought of staying with me to see this through?” He beats himself for suggesting it, knowing the monster that will come out to claim those on his list and wanting to keep you far away from it, but he’d also rather have you at his side, knowing wether you’ll be alright or not than have you at the front lines of a head-on attack heavily outnumbered. Both lead to potential death, he’s well aware but perhaps with this one he could assure some survival through his friends. And let’s be honest he’d rather have you to have his back than the bard. 

“You want me to come with you?” You think out loud. 

“I’d feel safer knowing I’d have you there to help me erase the Briarwoods existence for good and I certainly wouldn’t be opposed if you decided to stick around after, even if just to celebrate.” Percy admits. The pained undertone in his voice remains, but his statement couldn’t be more genuine. He speaks truth. you know that. The implication of going back to some semblance of normal is both exciting and frightening. So much has changed, and are you even remotely the same people? It doesn’t matter you suppose. You can relearn each other and let bloom something new from what was viciously torn away by the devils in the castle. But then you are reminded; Percy has a life to. He found friends, he built his life and yes it might be built on a desire of vengeance, everything he built doesn’t just fade once he’s completed his goal. Neither is yours but you know just like everyone else in your life, they have their own to rebuild. You’ve already lost everything. The life you had is nothing but ashes and that means you can determine where your future leads. But does that future lie with Percy? 

“And your friends, they’d be fine with that? I don’t want to impose on your group.” Percy would call your sudden insecurity at the idea of joining his friends, cute if you did not once kicked his arse for calling you so. You’d fit in well with them, he knows that for sure. Though, it’s the thought of having you in his life again, getting to rebuild from the ashes you both share, together. You can do this together, and if anything he fears he might just be more likely to crumble without you in his life. Your sole presence keeps him on track. 

“They’ve already grown to like you in our brief adventure. I’m sure that won’t change in the next one. They could use someone like you in their lives and I’m sure our resident cleric could do with another moral compass in the group. Besides, nothing screams forced bonding like a probable death mission, does it.” He manages that half smile of him. You purse your lips and for a second his heart sinks, thinking you’d say no. You don’t say anything. Instead, in a flash of movement you’ve thrown your arms around his middle, burying your head into his chest and hold on. Percy’s shoulders lower from that proper posture he’d been trained to always portray, and he finds himself at ease, gently wrap his arms around you and kiss your crown before leaning his chin atop it. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Your muffled laugh is enough of a reply for him. You’ll join into the chaos that is Vox Machina. You’re in for a wild ride, wether you know it or not but Percy will gladly take your hand and drag you through it. He’ll be there for you, no matter what, same as you’ve been there for him. Still a dark cloud lingers. A final battle, for now. There’ll be countless battles to come in your future but you may face them together. Whatever dares stand in your ways; you will face it together.