#cass de rolo

[blackveine]

My CritRole/TLoVM Fic Rec List Pt. 1

What it says on the tin! A list of my favorite fics I highly recommend, sorted by pairing and rating! Specifics (i.e. whichever character(s) the POV follows) will be listed in parentheses after the creator!

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How We Do This - CurrieBelle (Vox Machina-centric)

It Might Sting a Little - CurrieBelle (Percy, Vex & Vax-centric)

they left no instructions (just a legacy to protect) - zornslemon / @acommonrose (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

Old Friends and New Tricks - Listless_Songbird (Percy-centric)

Before the Sun Sets - 8brains (Percy-centric)

New Friends and Old Wounds - RyanIsMyNamee (Percy-centric)

(good is) not a thing you are - pearwaldorf / @pearwaldorf (Pike & Percy-centric)

Not His Time - LadyOfSnakes / @infanttree (Percy-centric)

Never Letting Go - icarus_chained (Grog & Percy-centric)

simple, like mud - jude_writes (Pike & Percy-centric)

we are full of stories to be told - redledgers / @buckysleftarm (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

An Older Brother - orphan_account (Grog-centric)

Five times an object spoke to Percy (and once he’s glad it didn’t) - Jadesfire / @jadesfire (Grog & Percy-centric)

Who Lives - troubleinmind / @acesgroupchat (Percy-centric)

moon threads - Bitterblue / @politeyeti (Vex & Vax-centric)

Pelor’s light - Bitterblue (Johanna de Rolo & Percy-centric)

helplessly hoping - dancer4813 / @dancerwrites (Pike-centric)

There’s Sun on My Skin Now - Razzledazzy / @razzledazzy (Cass & Percy-centric)

The (Un)Lucky Seven - littlecajunlady (Vesper de Rolo & Percy-centric)

not in what they say (just in who they are) - mischiefseven (Vox Machina-centric)

Never Far Away - SETI_fan (Pike & Percy-centric)

exception - exhaustedwerewolf / @exhaustedwerewolf (Pike-centric)

Identify - pok3d3x (Pike & Percy-centric)

Better Angels - SETI_fan (Pike & Percy-centric)

Grief takes many forms - Multifandom_damnation (Cass & Percy-centric)

Light, Light, Light - gayshitiguess / @gayshitiguess (Percy-centric)

Saint of Forge and Fire - moonblooch / @moonblooch (Percy-centric)

Deprivation - SETI_fan (Percy & Vox Machina-centric)

Quiet Moments - RJMeta / @rjmeta (Pike & Percy-centric)

Without Words - DarkHorseAsh (Percy, Vex & Vax-centric)

Music Soothes the Savage Beast - EmberForge (Percy & Scanlan-centric)

Death Defying - space_birdie / @spacebirdie (Vox Machina-centric)

first night - lostsometime (Pike-centric)

I Must Have Done Something Good - romeoandjulietyouwish / @romeoandjulietyouwish (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

There’s an Endless Road - romeoandjulietyouwish (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun - primasveraas / @primasveraas-writing (Vax-centric)

no time to waste on giving up - seemeeimbeebee (Cassandra-centric)

A Knock on the Door on Winter’s Crest Eve - Monarchetype (Percy-centric)

three months on a boat after the end of the world - anonymousAlchemist / @anonymousalchemist (Percy-centric)

Moving Towards the Future - Pearl09 / @pearlll09 (Percy & Cassandra-centric)

The Nightmares Never Stop - Pearl09 (Percy-centric)

a familiar face - romeoandjulietyouwish (Percy & Cassandra-centric)

One, Two, Switch-a-roo - Allise / @starringbaguette (Percy & Vox Machina-centric)

blood and water - romeoandjulietyouwish (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

despite everything - EssayOfThoughts (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

Lullaby - NKMLN / @ninja-kitty-more-like-no (Percy & Vax-centric)

Blooms that Bind - Duganator01 / @duganator01 (Vox Machina-centric)

Well, there was this one boy... - PumpkinPieTimb / @natureismynature (Percy & Laudna-centric)

The Cost of that Subduing - tanjirosbisexualearrings / @tanjirosbisexualearrings (Percy-centric)

your hands, wide open in wary invitation - saintsurvivor / @saintsurvivors (Vex-centric)

History doesn’t repeat, but it does rhyme - MangoPipino (Percy-centric)

[ravendruid]

hi hello i would like to request de rolo siblings + rainy days please

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for sending the prompt! I picked Percy and Cass, I hope that's the siblings you were thinking of ^_^ I hope you like it!

Chess and Tea

(Read on AO3)

Cassandra de Rolo takes off her boots with a sigh of relief at finally being able to get out of the soggy clothes she finds herself in. Her thick, woolen socks are drenched, her trousers stick to her legs in a way that makes it hard to walk, and her tunic feels cold and uncomfortable, not to mention her pasty hair dripping down her face. Overall, Cassandra is ready to dry off, put on a comfortable pair of pajamas and spend the rest of her day curled in front of the fire reading. Alas, someone has other plans, if the knock on her bedroom door is any indication.

“Come in,” Cassandra turns to the door, halfway through taking off her drenched jacket. Percival peeks in with his untamed white hair and scraggly snowy beard, dragging a cane Cassandra knows is just for show—and protection—behind him. 

“May I?” Percy confirms. Cassandra nods, then gestures towards the small sitting area in front of the already lit fireplace.

“Is everything alright, brother?” Cassandra steps closer to the fire. She feels its warmth travel up her clothes and, even though it doesn’t do much to dry her off, it’s still comforting.

“Not in the slightest.” Percy shakes his head with a fond smile. “I wanted to check in on you. I heard you’ve just arrived from Westruun.”

“I did, yes. Negotiations went well, if that’s what you are wondering.”

“Well,” Percy hesitates. It has been a good two decades since Cassandra saw her brother hesitate and blush the way he is—in fact, she can absolutely recall the last time he did so. It was when he asked her to title Vex’ahlia.

“Percival, no offense. I’m drenched and cold and I would very much like a bath. Can you make this quick, please?” Cassandra interrupts him. 

Percy fumbles with the cane, hemming and hawing, then he finally says, “I was wondering if you had some free time to spend with your favorite brother.”

“You are my only brother, Percival,” She rolls her eyes, but gives her older brother a teasing smile. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, after you bathe and clean yourself, of course,” Percy nods and wrinkles his nose as if to say Cassandra stinks. “I was thinking maybe you could join me for a game of chess over tea and biscuits.”

“What? Chess and tea? Where does this request come from? Do you want something?”

“Can’t a brother just ask his little sister to spend some time just because?” Percy asks, slightly offended. He gets up and strides to Cassandra, then raises his hand as if he is about to rub her hair but thinks better of it and lets the hand fall to his side. 

“I suppose. Sure. I will join you in a moment, then.” Cassandra nods, then leads him to the door. 

Cassandra joins Percival in the family’s private library. The man is already sitting at a table by the large windows that, on a sunny day, overlook the city. Today, however, they make the room look like they are on the other side of a massive waterfall. 

When she approaches, Cassandra notices the fully set up chess board on the table, right next to the tea set and a plate of assorted biscuits, scones and cookies. “Hello, brother. I see you are ready,” She greets Percy, who gets up when he sees her. The gesture is not lost on her. No matter how many decades have passed since they recovered Whitestone, Percival still haunts himself for leaving Cassandra to die in the snow when they were young and escaping. 

“I–yes, I am. Please,” Percy extends a hand to the chair, knowing full well Cassandra would fuss about it if he pulled it for her. She might be a lady, but she is his sister first and foremost, and brothers don’t need to pull the chair for their sisters—or at least in their household.

“So, did you really just want to spend time with me?” Cassandra asks. She watches as Percy pours milk into his tea, then she picks up the sugar and drops a cube in her own cup. Percy merely nods, sips the tea and moves his first piece. 

“I was wondering how you’ve been? You have been working hard lately, and I have barely seen you.”

Cassandra plays her first move, nothing special to write home about, and nods. “Work has been busy lately, yes. I noticed you have been spending less time in your workshop. Are the kids running you ragged, brother?” She snorts.

“You have no idea,” Percy replies and for the first time in a long time—if not ever—Cassandra really sees the exhaustion and sorrow pooling underneath her brother’s eyes. If the wrinkles on his forehead could speak, they would tell tales of all the guilt Percy carries on his shoulders, of all the concerns and worries he has for his family, his friends, his city, and even the world. “How about you, sister? How are things with Kynan?”

“Good,” Cassandra allows a smile. It wasn’t shocking when, a decade ago, the shy man went to Percy to ask permission to court her. Cassandra rolled in laughter when Kynan told her about the encounter and how threatening Percival was to his captain. “Really good, in fact.”

“Good. I would hate to replace the captain of my guard,” Percy jokes, then his face falls into a serious expression. “Cass… y–you know you can talk to me, right? I understand our relationship hasn’t always been close but… you know I’m here, right, sister?”

“Of course, Percival. I know.” Cassandra says what she has felt like it’s the truth for a while now. “You are my only brother, after all.” She smiles.

“Right you are,” Percy smiles back. He moves a piece on the chessboard that makes Cassandra gasp in outrage, “How dare… Alright. That’s it. I’m about to beat your ass!”

They play the rest of the afternoon—Cassandra manages to beat Percy twice in the three games they play—until the tea grows cold and the rain gives up, allowing the sunset to shine its light on the resplendent, golden leaves of the Sun Tree below in the center of the city. 

Every curse has its end, every darkness must fall to the light, and sometimes, an older brother wanting to play chess over tea and biscuits with his younger sister is just an older brother wanting to make up for lost time, and nothing else.

[burr-ell]

you are angsting about lifespan differences. i am headcanoning that 103-year-old percy has absolutely mind-blowing sex with 107-year-old vex and dies peacefully of old age in the morning. we are not the same

[blorbologist]

i love holding all my favorite NPCs close while one of them talks about destiny over the shots <33

[essayofthoughts]

nor all your Piety nor Wit | Critical Role, Vox Machina, Soulmate AU

When Vex is twenty two and a half (after so many years with long-lived elves the “half” becomes very important) something happens to her soulmate. -- The Pain-Based Soulbond AU a few people have tried their hands at, but hey, what's another cake at the buffet but more options? Additional Tags will be added as the story is updated.

Read @ AO3

[hayleysayshay]

Percy takes up knitting when his kids are born as it’s something he can do in a chair watching over them etc and he very quickly masters it. Like full on intricate pieces in a month so it goes beyond baby boots for his kids. Makes some de rolo coloured scarf hat and glove set for Cassandra who then wears them all the time.

[little-miss-doe]

Laudna and everyone are going to have to be on guard for even the hint of Delilah stuff.

The only reason her body didn’t end up in acid was because Cassandra was out of town and I can’t imagine they’d get lucky a second time with everything that’s going on.

[joyfulsongbird]

i know it’s been done to death but i rediscovered what i had written for my “percy and cassandra escape the briarwoods together” au and it kinda slaps. i should post it at least as a stand alone

[bmblboop]

Scanlan: *jumping onto a stool* Look out! The floor is lava!

Grog: *putting Pike on his shoulders* I’LL SAVE YOU BUDDY

Vax: *pulls Vex onto the counter*

Cass: *kicks Percy off the couch*

Keyleth: …There are two types of siblings

[annemarieyeretzian]

The Legend of Vox Machina S01E07: Scanbo ★

[blackveine]

Language: English

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1308

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Relationships: Cassandra de Rolo & Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Character(s): Cassandra de Rolo, Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Guilt, Survivor Guilt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Past Torture, Episode: c01e036 Winter’s Crest in Whitestone, Canon Compliant

Series: CritRole Headcanon Inspired, Little Moments In The Quiet

Summary: “Did you know?” Cass asks and she sees him flinch.

“No!” he says. “No. God, Cass, if I’d known-”

He pauses, his mouth working, but- she does know her brother, even now. He’s always preferred to mislead with the truth than tell an outright lie.

“I saw you get shot down,” he says. “After- after everyone all I could think was of course we’re all going to die. I- it never occurred to me you might survive, not until they said- I’m so sorry, Cassandra. If I’d known-”

*Yet another great fic by @essayofthoughts! If you haven’t read it yet, you definitely should!*

[aj-lenoire]

no i’m not done—

the way percy recoils in shame when vex wakes up the heartbreak in his voice when he explains it was his fault the way he turned away from her body like he couldn’t even bear to look at what he’d caused another loved one dead before him just like cass just like his family—

i am THRIVING

[kill-a-man-for-kynan]

Kynan: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Vex: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Cassandra: I recorded the dumb stuff. Vax: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Percy: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

[blorbologist]

Modify Memory and Cass?

27. Modify Memory

"You attempt to reshape another creature's memories. One creature that you can see must make a Wisdom saving throw. If you are fighting the creature, it has advantage on the saving throw. On a failed save, the target becomes charmed by you for the duration. The charmed target is incapacitated and unaware of its surroundings, though it can still hear you. If it takes any damage or is targeted by another spell, this spell ends, and none of the target's memories are modified.

At Higher Levels: If you cast this spell using a spell slot of 6th level or higher, you can alter the target's memories of an event that took place up to 7 days ago (6th level), 30 days ago (7th level), 1 year ago (8th level), or any time in the creature's past (9th level)."

“Your brother,” says Scanlan, “is going to kill me.”

Cassandra de Rolo was expecting some sort of dramatics from him, so she finishes her sip of tea before placidly replying, “Only if you tell him.”

The bard has just the faintest bit of grey in his hair, now. Or maybe he always had it, but Cass never noticed while he was here. Now - after the year of absence, after Vecna, after the wedding - he wears his charisma more naturally. Less armor, more a well-fitted jacket.

She’d like to think the time away changed him. It’s what she’s gambling on, quite frankly.

Scanlan continues to pace, frowning. “Okay, sure, but the last few times I’ve done this people got really fucking pissed at me. Which, I get it now, it was not cool. Kaylie really laid into me for the whole Jarett thing -”

Cass does not know about the whole Jarett thing. She does know about the stunt that brought her here. Or, more accurately, had her summon Scanlan as discreetly as she could while not leaving room for him to make any crude jokes.

‘Grand Mistress of the Grey Hut’ was almost funny, when Vex’ahlia told her the story. Almost, mostly for how Percy turned beet red, less for how his fingers twitched when he described the uncanny effect of his memory being fiddled with. How, for those moments, that was his reality. 

“I don’t want to live with this anymore,” she says quietly, before she can sink too deeply into her thoughts. At least this confirms Scanlan is paying attention - he stops to look at her, brows furrowed in concern.

She doesn’t trust Scanlan as far as she can throw him. Which is farther than most would think - rapiers are light but it takes a good arm to move them fast - but the point still stands.

But he’s a father, now, and apparently devoted enough to the role to take it seriously. Enough to put his child first. That newfound parental instinct is what she’s hoping will get him to agree - and, more importantly, behave.

There’s a tense moment where Scanlan hovers by the door, almost considering leaving. They both know Percy and Vex are with baby Vesper in the courtyard, and he could snitch on her easily. 

Instead, he relents and sits. “Is this oolong? I’d hope the staff know I like oolong by now.” It is, actually, and Cass had kept it in mind. She indulges in a little smirk when he smiles at the taste. Barely. “So. Modify Memory. What’s the order?”

Cass inhales chamomile and mint through her nose. Subtly, as she’d learned to do beneath Delilah’s gaze. It doesn’t smell like the castle, but like she’s outside, in the sun, in the grass. Away from these trembling stone walls.

“Seven years ago,” she says. “The day the Briarwoods attacked. After dinner.”

She’d considered asking him to remove the sight of Sylas. Sylas, again, a few weeks ago. He’d killed Vex’ahlia. He could have killed her, and baby Vesper, and - 

But, no. Too many people were there, and knew she was there, and would be confused if she did not recall the events in all their terrible clarity.

Percy lost sight of her, during the massacre. They never spoke of it. And never will.

(She does not want to see the deep stain in the hardwood and know who it was. She does not want to remember Julius’ face. She wants to pretend, play pretend, a little girl with her dolls, that she had hid her face in her skirts and hid herself in the walls and hadn’t looked.)

Scanlan grimaces. “That far back? Well, fuck, okay. Not like I use that much juice often anyways.” He takes a long sip of his tea, like he might a hard liquor. “Okay. Alright. I can only change ten minutes of your memory. You know that, right?”

Cassandra had not. But she looks back - for the last time, if this goes well - and says,

“Ten minutes should do it.”

“Fuck,” says Scanlan.

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[criticalbeauregard]

just found a note in my phone from almost 3 years ago when I was watching c1 and fully forgot just how much of a pike/cassandra truther i was for some reason

[hayleysayshay]

My ideas for Cassandra barely being involved in the wedding at Dalen’s closet (I swear she’s mentioned like twice and it’s her surviving family’s wedding) is that her emotions were still frayed and couldn’t deal with public emotions, weddings are exhausting and she’d just returned from a trip travelling and wanted to spend time cuddling her baby niece instead