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Small Miracles - Part Two of My Scanlan Shorthalt fluff fic

Part one: Tentative Love

Small Miracles

Scanlan Shorthalt and Other Vox Machina characters Created by Critical Role

 Story By Melissa C.  Scraper

 Few months before Scanlan had proposed to Lucy they had all journeyed to the abanadoned Collins Family Estate “I said to stay in the basement for a reason.” Lucy said looking away they had found their way into the formal dining room using Pike’s connection to the everlight,  “You asked about the scar on my arm. The secret package behind the south wall has suit of armor in it. When I started running I tripped over it.”

 “This was a massacre.  Like the Briarwoods did to my family.”  Percy sees a portrait of Quentin “I think your father was a business associate of my parents he looks vaguely familiar.”

 “Please don’t look at that portrait. I hated sitting for it. It was family tradition for everyone In the family to sit for portrait on their 15th birthday.”  She looks “wait a minute, i looks like at some point Gabriel damaged it there is letter in the frame.”  She gets it out.

 Scanlan “Where is the music coming from?”

 “My father’s spirit is playing his piano for me.”  It would take all night for them to figure out how to carefully remove the seven bodies of Lucy’s family.  ”the trick will be actually burying them in the graveyard. The caretaker never consistently locked the gates.”  

 A few days later at the Inn “It’s okay everyone this is the Collins family attorney, in name and in title, Desmond Collins this is my..boyfriend, Scanlan Shorthalt.” she didn’t want to call him lover because they were intimate in other ways  everyone else introduced themselves “Make Sure my family gets grave markers and bury Eli in my crypt.” They look at her “as soon as we are presented publicly we are assigned crypt in the collins mausoleum. Desmond has one too.”

 Desmond “I will make sure everything gets done.”  

 “Sell the mansion. My home is Whitestone.” She looked at him “Sell the dead to the family company to the workers. I know part of the reason they hate our family is because it has always profited off their work and barely paid them.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “it never felt like home to me, Monty. I know it never felt like home to you either or  you never would have left town with Leticia. The same time my parents met.”

 Desmond takes out last will and testament “Your grandmother left everything to you.”

 “I know.” she signs all the papers “Time to burn bridges and not look back.  I want you to give 10, 000 gold pieces to Mister Stokes the former groundskeeper I saw that he is living in town now. Tell him whatever you wish. He deserves it after years of dealing with Gabriel.” She looks at Desmond “Monty, set aside money so you and Leticia can adopt I know you always wanted kids but never were able to have your own.”

 Scanlan stands there mindlessly strumming his mandolin he was still trying to finish the song, he had been trying since they officially started courting to write this song.   He sits with Percy “She is so gentle how is it possible that after all she has been through she still wants to help people?”

 “The best I can say, my friend is that Lucy wants to help people not end up the way her family did.”  He looked at him “Stop trying to r write the song. It will come to you when the time is right. I have feeling her family has enemies in this village.  Did you see the people glaring as we arrived.” After Desmond leaves Lucy sits with them.

 Lucy takes the note out she found in her portrait out and opens it.

 Lucy, I don’t know if you will read this I hope you are somewhere happy and safe.  You’ve probably met with Desmond by now. I have feeling I know what you will do with the house.  I feel like I was terrible father to you.  I am sorry for the things I may have forced you to do in your life, I am sorry for betraying your mother.   She tried so hard to change me but I was already of questionable morals when I met her. Your mother had an older sister who lived in town before she.  I couldn’t stay loyal to one woman.  Their brother came to town intent on shooting me after their sister was found dead.

 But I don’t need to burden you with my issues.  I left money for you with a friend of mine in Whitestone. Desmond doesn’t know about it but should you ever end up there ask for help. Live your life, I was never allowed to live the life I wanted. I wanted to be a sailor. Do be the light in someone else’s life that you were in my brief and corrupted life, your father Quentin Charles Collins

She hands the note to Scanlan “Her father has money somewhere in Whitestone. That he buried there for her.” After spending two weeks and finally figuring out that it had been buried near the Sun Tree.

 “I know normally men kneel when they are about to propose but I am already shorter than you. Lucero Angelique Harridge DuPres Collins will you take this humble jack ass as your husband I will do my best to continue taking care of you.” Suddenly trinket lift him up where he is looking her In the eye “What’s your answer.”

 “Yes.” He kisses her as his hand gently caresses her cheek “I love you. I do I do I do.”  He looks at Vex “Can trinket put me down his nose is in awkward places.” They laugh as Trinket lowers him to the ground

A little over a year later “Calm down it is not deadly disease unless you think of baby as a parasite.” Lucy says as she returns from her visit with the De Rolo Family Physician.  Suddenly it dawns on Scanlan what she just said  and he trips over the fireplace hearth as he goes over to her

 “Really?” his face breaks out into a big dopey grin “I never thought I could be more happy that I was when you became mrs. shorthalt.” He stands up  and kisses her “I guess I won’t be able to sit on your lap for few months.   That was one of his favorite things about coming home to her. Sitting on her lap as she’d played with his ponytail “You’re my home, you know that right?” he said

 “You’re mine too.  You saved me in more ways  than you understand.”   She whispers “If the baby is a Girl we should name her Daphne Juniper.” She smiles at him “Let’s go for walk we haven’t been for walk in few days.”  As they walk “I think the baby was conceived that night at harvest festival in Vasselheim.”

 “when you accidentally figured out playing with my ears…turns me on.” He said with a smirk  “I can’t believe you remembered I told you my mother’s name, was Juniper.” They sit on the bench Percy, Vax and Grog carved for them as a wedding present.  “Your father appeared in one of my dreams shortly after we got married. He told me not be the man he was.”

 “He saw his own mistakes too late, his music was the only way he could think of to show me love because he was raised by an emotionally distant father who always waited for him to make mistakes.”  She smiled “You are wearing the shirt I made you.”

 “I like it more than the shirts I paid for before you gave it to me to keep me warm. I never thought I would be a father.  You never explained why you refuse to hold seances.”

 “Because they don’t just create an opening for the ones you want to talk to. They create an opening for dark spirits to enter too. My mother’s journal said Shortly after I was born,  my father roommate from university showed up at the mansion with cursed mask that belonged to warlock and he put it on while under the influence of the warlock he tried to seduce my mother. My father had to stab him. And he fell off the cliff and into the water.”  

 “How are you the only sane one born in that house?”  he said smiling pulling her out of the morbid mood that she tended to switch to when her family was brought up “If we ever have other children I think we should name one of them Elijah. After your brother.”

 “That’s a good idea.  I was just thinking about what you did for my birthday.  Not in the bedroom.”

 “I still can’t believe I convinced Grog and Percy   to be part of that dance number.” He grinned “But I love to see you laugh and smile though.”  She flinches a little “Should I make a brilliant cover story for he bruise I will obviously get from tripping over the fireplace?”

 “Have you forgotten that Percy tripped hitting his head on the dining table when Vex announced she was pregnant. He’s way more dignified than you. I swear he mumbled fuckin’ ow.”

 “You weren’t there when Vesper was born. He forgot to open the door first and walked into it.”

 Meanwhile inside  Percy “I am going to have the craftsman make crib for them.”

 “Percy Darling, you are blacksmith. You could give them silver rattle as a token of good luck. Like Lucy has done for our daughter.”  They all look down at their wrists, they had gotten so accustomed to the hand woven bracelets she gave them for their birthdays that they almost forgot they had them  “She made the dream catcher we have over our bed.”

 Vax looking out the window “There’s going to be another death in village soon.  Our lady of the ravens is roaming around.” He knew Lucy could see it too but lucy had learned not to spoil their calm moments by mentioning the frailty of existence  “She uses the money she has to help others. We should do what we can to make her pregnancy comfortable.”

 Vex “Brother, we all agree with that. Come  here we are going to show you how to sew and we are going to make baby quilt for their baby.”   Lucy had taught her how to do quilts and sometimes she would do it as form of meditation. She laughs as he cusses under his breath every time he pokes himself with needle “Honestly Vax you can handle daggers and swords but 1 tiny needle draws blood.” The intended to work on the quilt when Lucy and Scanlan went for walks. “Why aren’t you making your husband work on this thing too?”

 “Because, Vax, he’s making his own gift for Lucy and Scanlan’s baby.” On fact Percy would go overboard and fashion silver rattle and build and cradle for baby Daphne himself.  Lucy deserved his respect and he knew she would never accept a title.  

 A few months later with Pike as Midwife, Scanlan paced nervously outside the bedroom and when he heard the baby cry. He carefully knocked on the door “Is it safe to come in.”

 Lucy “Come say hello to our daughter.”   She said quietly “Daphne this idiot here is your father.”  

 “Hello there little one.” He smiled at lucy and brushed her hair out of her face “I can watch the baby while you sleep.”  He carefully takes the baby into his arms “Hello Daphne Juniper. Your mom and I promise to do our best to protect you and let you just be yourself.”

 “Don’t forget t you need to eventually let her sleep too, Scanlan.” She kisses him and as soon as the door is closed Lucy falls asleep

 “Hey everyone say hello to the newest member of our group. Daphne Juniper Shorthalt.”  He looked at them “Before you ask. It was my choice to wait outside.” He said to Percy.

 “That’s not what I was going to say.”  He pulls out gift he made for Scanlan. “I figured it would be good for you to have rocking chair in proportion to your body so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself of Daphne.”

 Scanlan “Before I forget again.  Lucy wants Vax and Pike to be Daphne’s godparents.”  

Vax’ildan “Why me. I was dick to her the first time I said anything to her.”

 “Because she wants Daphne to learn about the balance between light and dark.  Life and death. One can’t exist without the other.”  He looked at percy “Thank you. You went overboard . you hmade an ornate hand carved crib, a silver rattle and whatever that is.”

 “it was supposed to be silver spoon but I couldn’t get it right and kept cutting them so I made it into windchimes.” He blushed “What can I say I like it better making gifts than I did making weapons when we were just roaming band of psychos.”

 Pike “But gods we have good stories to tell the kids when they are old enough.”  

 “I never told you about the in the chest with the money Quentin left for Lucy.” Scanlan said “It said we are all stories in the end. Make the rest of your story the best one you can.”

 Percy “The people of the town want to make Lucy the first saint of Whitestone.”

 “She is not a saint she is just person who wants to atone for the sins of her family.”

 Kiki “She found a dead bord in the manor garden and insisted we have funeral for it.  Let’s go for walk Vax.”

 A few weeks later “I know I am expected to stay in bed for two months. But I hate being in bed.”   Lucy looks around “Where are Scanlan and Daphne.”

 “He takes her for walk in her pram, to help her sleep when you are sleeping.” Percy explained as Lucy sat down “Here have something to eat.”

 “As long as someone else cooked it. last time I ate something you made, Percival. I was sick for three days.”

 “What can I say?” he smiled “I am a good blacksmith but apparently cooking requires a delicate touch.”  He placed a bowl of stew in front of her “Believe it or not.  Scanlan made this. He’s asked Vex and Pike to show him to make food for you and when she starts eating solid food, Daphne.  You’ve made him a better man.  He was a decent man.”

 “I saw the man he hid from all of you. He was afraid you’d reject him if you knew his truth.”  She sighed “That’s how I felt.”

 When Scanlan gets home with baby daphne. He takes her out of the baby carriage and walks over to lucy and kisses her “Hey princess.”

 “Hey there handsome. What is the baby wearing.”

 “A gift from Gilmore and Deidre.”  It suddenly dawns on the other that h the baby is wearing beret that matches Scanlan’s “I think it is adorable.”

 “She’s only three weeks old she doesn’t need to draw attention, people are drawn to babies anyway. It is not the beret I object to.  Babies have sensitive skin and Gilmore gave her a silk romper.” She sighs everyone,  in their lives, wanted to spoil the baby

 A few months later “Pike, can you watch Daphne tonight.  My wife and I need time to ourselves for a little while we are going to the Inn.” When Lucy comes out of the bedroom after putting on the clothes that Gilmore just made for her, his jaw dropped “Be Still my heart.”

 Gilmore   “I told you I could make an outfit that makes him speechless without showing cleavage.”

 “Thank Diedre for the hat too.”  She said as she went ot pay him

 “No.  it is gift. I can get paid by other customers you are a friend.” He kisses lucy on the cheek “be careful not to accidentally create another life tonight.”

 “You just want a boy to see if I will make you a godfather, Gilmore.”

“If I did have a godson his presentation outfit would be fabulous.”  He said as he left

 Lucy giggled and went over to him as he stood on the stepstool to kiss her “Hey there handsome.”   she said, it would be obvious to people who didn’t even know them well that he made an effort to always show he loved her.   “I love you. I didnlt forget you birthday I just hadn’t finished you present yet.”  She goes overo the window seat and opens the cabinet taking out a wooden box containing and hand carved bamboo flute

 He opens it and stares at it for few minutes “Lucy. Is this why you have been borrowing books from the library.”

 “I gave those to her as a gift, Scanlan.” Vax elbows Percy “Ow. You didn’t need to elbow me that hard Vax’ildan.” Scanlan starts playing the lullabye he’s been writing for Daphne, it was obvious to everyone around them that his inspiration was now his wife and daughter and not just self praising  prose.  

 To be continued…

 Wednesday, February 1st, 2023

[demigoddessqueens]

i just had an idea i need to get out of my head,,, vm meeting a reader who is the identical twin of anna ripley, but the complete opposite in terms of personality? like, there's twins who are really close like vex and vax, and then there are twins who just absolutely hate each others guts -the latter are anna and reader. the two literally cannot be in the same room w/out trying to kill one another.

Oh wow! That’s gonna be an interesting dynamic with the party

Percy, Vax, Vex, Pike and Grog are very hesitant to trust you, if even at all. It’s not that you blame them, knowing how they suffered directly or indirectly from your twin, but you still butt heads at times.

Keyleth and Scanlan are iffy but extend some sense of kindness to you. At least the bard appreciates when you crack a smile or smirk at his poor attempts for humor.

The arrangement you have with them is one of convenience given that you have the same skills as your twin. Yet, even the kindest and most considerate nature can eventually crack away at their doubtful walls. They may be coming around to you, but you understand why there’s the arm’s length away. Still, it doesn’t ease the hurt.

Bonus (C1 SPOILERS): when Ripley tries to do THAT to Percy, you take the hit meant for him instead. Though it doesn’t prove fatal to you, he catches you in his arms, gasping out that you want them to “end her”. In the aftermath of defeating your twin, there’s never a doubt in their mind that you would risk to protect them.

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Scanlan and zima might have another baby

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Some Silence, and a Little More In-Between Pt. 2

Summary - A mage can whisper a multitude of incantations within the span of a fight when desired, and a bard knows what to sing and the tone to use in order to create such melodies to entertain their audience. Even Druids know what to say to the flora and fauna that surrounds all. So, what does Dahlia need just for a moment of time with her partner just for a single word? Word Count - 715

Trigger Warning - Cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking Word Count - OC x Canon Involved! (Dahlia x Percival De Rolo)

A/N - if you're not all for the constant inconvenient interruptions and the struggles of just getting to say a simple "I love you" to someone, I best recommend looking at something else. Ao3 is right here!

The first time’s the attempt, the second time’s to test the waters, and now the third is supposed to be the charm right? 

What’s next after the third though? The fourth, the fifth… Or does it all become a constant mistake repeated and repeated all over again like an endless loop?

With practice, one gets better, right?

Yet with all the timing Dahlia could manage, it seems that she could never settle a good footing on it despite being well aware of when the circumstances called for accuracy. 

In battle, it was different, when firing a spell, when sneaking past enemies, and knowing when it was right to cut in to save an ally or two without them falling into harm’s way by her own hands or another’s. It was surprisingly easy with enough luck and experience. Even outside of battle, it was used for simple things, knowing when to stop in order to fill a drink to its brim, predicting when an object will fall to be there to catch it, or something even simpler than the tasks she indulges every while in order to run a magically and constantly moving tavern.

Yet Dahlia could never beg for a second on the clock as it would be stolen by the greatest thief in the world, inconvenience. Something you’d never expect to see even in the dead of the night or the brightest of days, something that robs you blind of an object of importance–happiness even and leaves you feeling nothing but dread, annoyance, and maybe something more.

The tavern-keeper could’ve sworn she was cursed by some divine figure, maybe the gods felt like picking on some lowly mortal for once in a lifetime. Something to entertain their sadistic humor upon and dub as their newly found court jester just for the moment. 

And even if that was the case, they could fuck right off.

Dahlia exhaled through her nose as if she was an agitated dragon, distributing smoke from its nostrils, and she could’ve had the looks of one too with the easily visible set of knitted brows and an indirect glare she was displaying over toward nobody in particular. Yet anyone who met her gaze would’ve instantly become petrified, shuffling away from her view as if it would save them from the feeling of her unintentional glare frying the hide of their backs.

She sat behind the counter, quietly serving drinks to morning customers who kept the running excuse of “it’s always a good time to drink somewhere in the world!” And as much as she humored that lame lie, she had no smile to give today other than some halfhearted attempt of one; a thin line across her lips that looked almost as if she was holding back a retort against their jokes. It was gradually setting to noon and Dahlia could only stare from the countertop, softening her gaze at a particular man in clad cobalt clothes topped with perfectly fluffy snow hair. He was talking to someone, a tiefling patron who was offering them a new quest of sorts for the reward of gold. It slightly spun the strings of her heart, round, and round, with every passing second, knowing that soon, Percival would depart again along with the rest of Vox Machina in order to pursue a life of thrills, adventure, money, and most importantly ale but– that wasn’t what was completely strangling her heart. 

Dahlia tore her eyes away, dropping the longing look in her eyes to grab herself an empty glass and settled it on the polished wood, popping a cork off of a bottle dubbed, “The Morning Punch” and gradually poured it halfway up as a golden amber liquid splashed and swirled in an enticing manner, tempting her to drink it all up in high hopes of washing away her problems when suddenly.

A fingerless gloved hand snatched the cup before she could even lower the bottle of alcohol, sweeping the mage’s attention off the course of her thoughts as she watched Vex’ahlia diligently hold the cup by its rim with a caged hand, “isn’t it a little too early to be drinking, love?”

The woman blinked, holding the bottle close to her as if she was contemplating on whether to hide it or not despite it being obviously put to vain if she had done the previous, “Vex’ahlia! I– thought you’d be helping the others in– packing up your things, resupplying, and leaving,” they drew out, gradually naming each activity with a pause in-between in order to recall the mention but it sounded more like she’d been attempting to wind up a lie.

Vex’ahlia rose a brow at her, swirling the contents around after taking a sip, “if you want to kick us out for the ruckus we’ve caused, just say the word,” she lifted a hand as if ready to signal the others.

With a hasty response, the tavern-keeper spoke while inserting the cork back onto the lip of the bottle she’d been hoping to drink– but perhaps it was for the better. It was unprofessional and by just a twinge of gratitude, she was happy that Vex’ahlia got to at least drink first before she did. The half-elf didn’t seem to care about her reputation around the bar, it was almost admirable but felt more driven off by the fact that she got to flaunt the fact that she was close with Dahlia, which protected her from even damaging her reputation any further below. Yet, Dahlia didn’t mind too much though it was awkward to explain and go through the long tale of explaining how she’d met all of them in the first place,  “no, no, no! Of course not. I would never!” You all are a joy to have around!” Dahlia said, slipping the drink back under the table with a soft smile, clearly plastering a disguise too late as Vex’ahlia eyed her for a moment, setting her cup down after another swig, “alright, I’ll cut to the bullshit.”

She leaned on her elbow against the counter, eyes half-lidded, “What’s with you and–” she paused, bringing a fist up to cover a suppressed burp from the alcohol before continuing, definitely throwing off the seriousness in her tone previously, “-- and giving everyone here the most aggressive and most pissed off look I’ve ever seen in all of Tal’dorei? You look like you’re trying to melt someone with your mind,” she says, gesturing with a finger to her brain before pausing and lightly tapping the cup to the table with consideration, “Wait, can you do that?”

“Last, I checked. No, I don’t think I can,” Dahlia embraced the question, responding as quickly as she could, before returning to the topic rather than hastily avoiding it, “But, if you’re so curious as to know…”

“Is it Percy?” She interjected, causing a lump of air to lodge between Dahlia’s upcoming words and throat, deciding to swallow it down as her mouth pried open to speak and explain yet, nothing but silence drew forth.

She made a sort of movement with her hand, moving it side to side in a swift motion, “Do you need me to slap some sense into him, verbally or physically?”

Dahlia raised her hands, clearing away the idea from Vex’ahlia who still considered the idea in the back of her eyes, “No! No! Nothing like that, I assure you! It’s just–”

She paused, swallowing the silence that continued to aerate from her mouth before explaining, “It’s been two months since I last saw everyone and I’ve managed to catch up with you all plenty over the last seven days you’ve stayed, even with De Rolo— but,”

The mage gently turned her head to spot the man in question, discussing with Vax’ildan over something that she couldn’t hear, “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to say but I suppose I’m just having the worst luck trying to find a proper time and place to say it, to him,”

Vex’ahlia hummed in acknowledgment, tracing the rim of her now empty glass to continue inquiring, “Well, what do you want to say?”

“I love you— … That’s all I ask,” Dahlia confessed, looking away in embarrassment at where her voice went with the words, though the “I love you” felt more held back than anything, rushed in the first few letters and sagging in tone once she realized that it just didn’t sound right in the moment, now leaving an awkward phrase to hang in the air. Looking to Vex’ahlia for some sort of reaction, they could tell from the look on her face that yeah… It sounded quite weird and off-putting but, she tried to play it off in a cool manner. Unfortunately, that did little to reassure Dahlia but it felt better to know she was at least trying.

The mage sighed, pacing, “I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time I’m saying it it’s just– every time I try, something gets in the way and it’s getting hard not to blame something, or someone when I start to feel like, maybe it’s not the world that’s against me but just, some stroke of misfortune that ends up becoming a grip over me,”

She paused, gesturing outwardly, “I mean, I’ve tried, I really have! I’ve tried to tell him during the night you all came to visit and asked to stay but some patrons needed my attention, badly, and then I tried again on the third day to tell him but he was too wound up in his work and I didn’t want to bother, and on the third and fourth– I tried to even say ‘love you’ but I couldn’t even get that out with some sort of intervention from Scanlan or Grog and I don’t want to blame them since they didn’t know and just–” A set of hands firmly placed themselves upon Dahlia’s shoulders, it took them a few minutes to process that the archer had herself halfway draped across the table in order to calm them, barely coming to question with when they had even done so.

“Dahlia, sweetheart!” She exclaimed, “breath, just breath,”

And like that, a soft exhale escaped and her shoulders drooped, allowing an exerted look to break out after her worried expression melted away, “Sorry, it’s just been… A difficult week, in trying to do something that’s so… should be easy,”

“Darling, nothing is easy. Sure, you’ve had a streak of bad luck for the last couple of days, and if anything. You’re not the unluckiest person in all of Tal’dorei, the only person I know who can hold that title is probably Scanlan!” She tried to humor and inevitably? It worked. Dahlia’s shoulder bounced as she attempted to suffocate a chuckle, failing as a smile still leaked behind her covered hand. The tension in her body quickly left as it came, making Dahlia relieved to have met not only Percival but the rest of Vox Machina, Vex’ahlia in particular, the one that first got her comfortable around the party. 

There were a couple of things she almost admired Vex’ahlia for when they had first met, her natural beauty, her leadership skills, her humor, and her ability to make good out of any situation, at least from what she’s shown to Dahlia, and perhaps. There’s some pride she partakes in knowing that they became friends in the end.

Dahlia’s admiration was spliced in half as Vex’ahlia spoke again, picking up from where the joke finally eased her woes, “but listen, just take it easy and slow, we’ve still got about two more days left to figure out what we’re doing, where we’re headed and everything else and– maybe it could last a little longer considering how we handle things but, I’m sure you’ll get the chance to say those pretty little words to Percy’s face. It’s almost cute and admirable how much you’re doing just to say ‘I love you’ to him and I’m sure he’ll feel just the same! I just know that the weight of it all will be incredibly worth it! So.” Vex’ahlia slipped one hand off of Dahlia’s shoulders, using the other to pat it, “don’t lose hope just yet, Dahlia,”

The mage blinked, briefly closing her eyes to acknowledge the advice as a smile etched across her lips, “thank you, Vex. How could I–” 

Her words were cut short when the sounds of a glass bottle sloshing to her side met her ears, turning to meet the noise as a gloved hand was wrapped ever so diligently around the neck of The Morning Punch, “I believe this– will be enough as payment,” the half-elf cheekily added, sliding off of the counter to take their reward in tow, admiring it as if it was a special souvenir that was bought. 

Dahlia sighed but made no objections, pausing once again as the archer spoke with only a side glance back and a gentle smile, “but seriously, good luck to you, both,” she added, before walking towards the rest of the group, half the party was beginning to return from their shenanigans and errands. She lifted the bottle of alcohol high and swayed it side to side, shouting back, “I’ll be drinking in high hopes for you both!”

“How kind of you!” The tavern-keeper exclaimed, knowing fully well that it was just a way of saying how she would enjoy the drink to its last drop under a worded veil of respect, watching as Pike trotted up to Vex’ahlia who showed off the new rewarded beverage. Her eyes glinted with a glow of happiness, sweeping them over to someone else who could finally meet her gaze after so long. The nobleman adjusted his glasses and met her magenta sights with his green ones, providing a gentle smile and wave that ended up leaving Dahlia to mirror it in return. 

Within the back of her mind, she thought,

Just two more days. That should be enough, right?

[leopardfang15]

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

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

Floriography

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ansuya closed the door behind him once he entered.

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

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

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

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

“Do you have a favorite?” Percy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before long, Percy’s voice filled her room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speaking of, Vax?”

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

“Scanlan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

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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⇨ NSFW / 18+ ⇨ other people’s ocs (SORRY) ⇨ yandere or other kinds of abusive/toxic relationships ⇨ anything with substance abuse as the main theme ⇨ child!reader in fics, mentioning it in familial fics/hcs is okay though ⇨ suicide, self/harm. severe depression, or similar topics as the main focus ⇨ anything proship or illegal ⇨ anything disregarding canon LGBTQ identities (making a gay character straight, a trans character cis, etc)

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The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica

So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.

Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.

Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira

Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai

Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain

DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman

Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black

Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel

My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki

Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro

Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus

Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen

Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig

Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane

[moonstrider9904]

Songs in a Tavern

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Pairing: Percy x Female OC

Summary: After being tricked into visiting a new tavern, Percy’s sights land on a peculiar elf he’s never met—but his joy will be overshadowed when the name Whitestone appears on the news.

Word count: 5.2k

Tags: Fluff, very slight notes of angst, alcohol consumption, vomit due to alcohol, foul language, some references to sex.

Songs: fall of the magister, evensong

The gunslinger’s features formed a question mark on his face as he looked up at the rustic building before him, his feet glued to the ground as his friends carelessly walked past him.

“Why do I not know this place?” Percy spoke up before the other three went inside.

“Because your nose is always too glued to your studies when we offer you to come,” the half-elf Vax responded with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” Percy said, his voice riddled with suspicion. “And why are we at some tavern and not at the new black powder provider…”

He trailed off, answering his own question.

“There is no new black powder provider, is there?” Percy facepalmed.

“Honestly, Percy, the fact that you even have to ask,” Scanlan chuckled as he smugly pranced himself to the porch of the tavern. “For all your wits, it was really easy to trick you.”

“Hell, it was easier to trick you than Grog,” Vax added.

“He just called you stupid,” Grog chuckled as he pointed a large finger at Percy, who swatted him away.

“Will you stop talking!” Scanlan jumped up and down. “I want to drink and get wasted and hopefully see that cute new performer while I’m at it.”

“Try to keep it under control,” Vax patted the gnome’s back. “We’re trying not to get banned from this one.”

“No way we’re getting banned, have you seen the way she looks at me?” Scanlan smirked as he combed his hair back with his hand. “She wants a taste of the Shorthalt, I tell ya.”

The gnome cut himself off as the other three men looked at him, their gazes riddled with doubt. Their tense silence was replaced by the start of music coming from inside the tavern, a mellow guitar melody that would soon pick up its pace accompanied by a delicate female voice.

“Op! That’s our cue,” Scanlan cracked his knuckles and opened the doors. “Follow my lead, boys, for tonight, we drink!”

The four of them walked in, with Percy pacing slowly at the back of the group, admittedly not entirely satisfied with the situation. He could think of better ways to spend an evening than watching Scanlan make a fool of himself chasing after a poor girl he was trying to bed.

The tavern, at least, seemed nice. It wasn’t too full, it didn’t house the lowest scum of Emon. It was decent; Percy would gladly live with that for a while.

Their ears were filled with the sound of the singer’s beautiful voice, and as Percy was distracted registering the details of the tavern, his concentration was hindered by Scanlan’s immediate calling.

“Alright, that’s my girl right there!” He went to stand on one of the chairs to catch her attention.

Singing as she was, her voice never wavering from the notes she so perfectly hit, her lips formed an amused smirk as she sang while she rolled her eyes at the hopeless gnome who insisted on getting her attention—of course Scanlan didn’t have a chance with her.

“She’s playing hard to get, lads,” Scanlan went on. “Giving me the thrill of the chase.”

“Right,” said Vax, skeptical. “I’ll get us the first round.”

And once he sat down, Percy finally looked upstage at the singer who’d caught everyone’s attention, and his green eyes widened behind his spectacles at the grace and beauty he witnessed.

She was beautiful. He could obviously see why Scanlan was so attracted to her, but then again, Scanaln would bed anything that moved.

She was a half elf, though it seemed she was more magical than the average, and she was not tall, rendering her soft, curvy body far more endearing.

But this woman had a mystical quality when she was on stage, her voice ringing in her listeners’ ears like an ethereal strand of magic as it harmonized with the guitar in the background, blending with the sounds of laughter and chatter from some of the other tables living their best lives that night at the tavern.

With her skin a light lavender tone, she stood out amongst everyone in the tavern; her long hair, growing from a midnight blue and fading into the same light purple towards the tips, fell down all the way to her hips in gracious waves that bounced delicately as she moved.

“Now are the days of wine and gilded arms! Now are the days when magic is reborn! Seal off the breach, the evil is no more Once and for all, victory is ours.”

And under her right eye was a mark of what seemed like a drop and a crescent moon in a pale yellow color that didn’t contrast much with her skin—it seemed too intricate to be a mere tattoo.

“Darkness, never ever rise again Darkness, never ever rise again…”

Percy was staring at her when Vax set down a pint of ale in front of him, his lips slightly parted as he watched the singer’s movements while she sang, listening to every word that left her in a hauntingly beautiful voice. He felt it stunning him, washing over his skin waves of chills that seemed to dance with her music.

In fact, Percy was so awed that he didn’t bother to notice when Grog took his pint of ale and drank it after chugging down his own.

“He’s smitten,” Vax said.

“I think he’s dead,” Grog grumbled, though he couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Hey, Percy, you still in there?”

“Close his jaw, he’ll drool onto the table.”

“Can I try punching him to see if he reacts?”

“You guys do know I can hear everything you say, right?” Percy spoke up, still looking at the singer.

“Well in that case, you look like an even bigger idiot than Scanlan,” Vax teased.

Percy tore his gaze from the singer to look over at Scanlan, who had left the table to stand closer to the stage to try and simp better for her, and she wasn’t even looking at him.

“I highly doubt that, Vax’ildan,” Percy replied with confidence.

When her song ended and the cheering and applauding filled the tavern, the lovely singer smiled brightly at her audience as she thanked them. It was natural for a performer to make eye contact with as many points of her crowd as possible, leading her gaze to finally land on Percy.

And it stayed.

It was something out of a fairy tale for Percy, the whole gazes meeting across the room scenario, and yet, he realized he was smiling at her, and it grew wider the longer she looked at him. From the stage, the singer kept looking his way, her smile seemingly also growing as her cheeks adopted a faint shade of pink, her demeanor further charming the crowd before her, a crowd oblivious to the fact that someone among them had sparked her interest.

Percy didn’t speak, he didn’t look away, he simply kept his high spirits, fueled by the charm of the singer who had caught him looking at her and smiled back.

“Oh, fuck,” Vax said. “Percy, no—”

“Percy, snap out of it,” Grog added.

Sighing, Percy looked at his two counterparts with a serious gaze. “What?”

“Quit gawking at her like that,” Vax chuckled.

“I’m not gawking, I’m merely interacting,” Percy replied, nonchalant. “It would be rude of me not to acknowledge her when she is smiling at me, but of course, neither of you know manners nor class.”

“Percy, you dumbass,” Grog said.

“You complete dumbass,” Vax completed. “That’s it? A girl smiled at you and you’re already planning a wedding?”

Percy rolled his eyes at the two.

“I mean, she is purty,” Grog looked at her as she prepared to sing her next song. “But… she’s a little too purty for ya, no offense.”

“She’s just being nice,” Vax talked over Grog. “I’m sure she smiles at countless idiots during her day, I can assure you she isn’t planning dates with every single one of them.”

“GUYS! GUYS!” Scanlan ran over to the table. “She looked at me while she was singing! You should have seen it, she totally wants me, I don’t think I’ll be going home with you guys today after all—”

“You were speaking of idiots?” Percy smirked over at Vax.

“You wanna fall down to his level?” Vax retorted.

As the singer took her spot at the center of the stage once more, she looked over at Percy again, and delicately, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I’d like to welcome the new faces we have in this tavern tonight,” she said while a handful of claps and cheers echoed her. “Make yourselves at home, boys.”

She didn’t want to single him out, knowing his three friends had been there many times before, and somehow, Percy knew that. It made him like her more, intriguing him further on who she was, why she was so kind…

Her guitar began to sound again, announcing her next song, all while Percy watched. It took her a while to acknowledge the rest of her audience as well, inevitably bringing a few gazes in the direction she’d been looking at, all of them wondering who could possibly have caught her attention.

“Hold up,” Scanlan frowned. “Why was she looking at you?”

“Oh, don’t dwell on it, Scanlan,” Percy replied.

“Um, I’m here making an idiot of myself—”

“As per usual,” Percy smirked.

“-and all you have to do is sit down and she’s already talking to you from the stage?” Scanlan slumped in the chair. “I wanna be mad at you, but damn. Talk about having a way with the ladies, you didn’t even lift a finger.”

“Want me to show you my ways?” Percy added with sarcasm.

“Maybe Percy’s advantage is he isn’t being a creep,” Vax said as he waved at one of the waiters, requesting a second round of ale.

“And he’s taller and better looking than you, Scanlan,” Grog teased at the gnome.

“Size doesn’t matter—”

“I beg you not to finish that sentence,” Vax interrupted Scanlan.

While the half-elf and the gnome continued bickering and the second round of ale arrived at the table—Percy made sure to grab his pint before Grog could claim it—he let his eyes wander around the tavern for a moment, realizing how cozy it actually was. People of different backgrounds were there, some simply drinking, others enjoying snacks or even a full meal, and others simply sat to enjoy the beautiful voice that entertained them, almost as much as he did.

And once his gazing was done, Percy looked back at the stage to find that her gaze was already on him, and as she looked away, a little smile curved her lips as she continued to sing.

Percy chuckled to himself; she was most endearing.

“I think I’ll send her a drink,” he said.

“Percy, no,” Vax said.

“And why not? Surely it can’t hurt,” Percy gestured at the waiter. “A drink for the lady, on me.”

“You’re wasting your silver,” Vax crooned.

“You must realize, Vax, that I care very little what you say on the matter,” Percy smirked.

Though Percy would hesitate to admit it afterwards, more hours went by in that tavern than they’d ever spent in a single night; usually by that point, they’d already gotten into a fight with others at the bar or gotten kicked out for making a mess, but that night, Percy was compelled to merely sit and listen to her sing, albeit with an arguing Grog and Vax in the background slowly getting drunk.

Luckily, the night seemed to end before anything catastrophic could happen, and Percy was just about to exit the tavern with a wasted Scanlan in his grasp when he turned around for one last look at the tavern.

Pleased, he smiled when he got a look of the singer receiving the drink he’d sent to her, which she’d been saving for the end of the performance, and she didn’t drink from it without herself looking one last time at the handsome new face that had delighted her with his presence that night.

“Percy, help me hold the door open, will you?” Vax slurred, somehow maintaining himself on his feet despite clearly being drunk as well. “I need to get Grog out—”

“Fuck!” Percy cried out just as soon as Vax was taken over by the weight of Grog, whom he was forced to let go if he didn’t want to be dragged alongside him down the tavern’s stairs. Grog rolled down them, unaesthetically, until he reached the ground with a loud thud and remained steady there, sleeping as though he were a baby.

Vax sighed. “Now we gotta drag him back to the keep.”

“I’d ask to use Scanlan’s hand if he weren’t so wasted as well,” Percy commented.

“We’ll make do,” Vax rubbed his temples as though willing himself to sober up. “Fuck, distract me or I’ll puke. Tell me what you liked about that singer.”

“I thought she was out of my league,” Percy remarked in spite.

“Do it or I’ll barf all over your pretty coat.”

Percy laughed as he went to one of Grog’s sides, helping him get up on his feet enough to wrap his arm around his shoulders while Vax took the other side, helping him walk.

“I’ve never seen anyone like her,” Percy began. “Or heard a voice so beautiful as hers. She has to have some sort of magic, I’m sure of it. Her ears aren’t pointing upwards like a regular elf’s, not to mention, her skin is light purple—that’s a color more often seen in the southeast of the continent, not around Emon. And that mark beneath her right eye, I wonder if it might have something magical as well.”

“Huh, I never thought your rambling would help,” Vax commented, admittedly feeling he could walk better.

The streets of Emon were unusually calm and quiet that night, and given their current state, Percy was grateful for the lack of crowd. He still wasn’t used to the late night life—just how long had they been at that tavern? Delivery boys from pamphlet publishers were already setting up to distribute the day’s current events, and as Percy observed them, he noticed they were just a bit more frantic than the usual news of Emon demanded.

One of the delivery boys caught sight of them and ran up, a pamphlet already secured in his little hand.

“Extra!” He yelled out. “Today’s volume is a big one!”

“Wish I knew what you meant, kid,” Vax said, a smile appearing on his lips the way it did whenever he’d interact with a youngling. “I don’t think we have enough spare hands for that right now, though.”

“You might want to get out of the big one’s range,” Percy added. “He’s bound to spit up any time soon.”

The boy grimaced at the remark whilst Grog let out a groan, clearly not holding up well. As if on cue, the boy’s name was called out, and he made his way running back to his group, accidentally dropping one of the pamphlets on the ground in front of Grog before he was nowhere else to be seen.

And as Percy’s gaze found the pamphlet’s front page, his curiosity getting the better of him, he felt the euphoria of the night dying in one disheartening thud.

Whitestone offering applications for migration!

Apply now for a chance to work par with Lord and Lady Briarwood!

“Percy…” Vax said.

At that moment, Grog began to struggle momentarily before spilling an unattractive load of vomit over the pamphlet. While Vax groaned out in obvious disgust, Percy felt some of his own tension dissipating, though the bitterness of reading those words would remain with him.

“Thanks, Grog,” Percy said quietly and began to move forward again, being mindful of not stepping over the puddle.

“Percy—”

“It’s of no consequence, Vax,” Percy cut him off. “Thank you, but no good will come of discussing it here.”

“Is there something you want to do?”

“Of course you won’t listen to me,” Percy groaned to himself.

They walked silently a few meters, once again finding themselves in a deceitful peace now clouded by what they’d just read.

“If it’s all over the pamphlets, people will be talking about it for days,” Vax said lowly.

“I’ll manage,” Percy said, his voice almost a growl.

“Well, at least know that Grog did what he could to avenge you,” Vax’s comment was meant to bring Percy’s spirits back up.

But all it did was remind Percy of what he had to do, as black smoke began to emanate from beneath the collar of his shirt.

*

Mornings would always be long after a night like the previous one; she’d sung for more hours in a row than she bothered to count, but often a cup of tea in the morning would suffice if she wanted to soothe the ache from working her voice so much.

She already knew what Anvor would say about it.

Aurora walked down the stairs still dressed in her nightgown; after how late work had finished the night prior, she hadn’t even bothered to braid it, and she was aware she looked like a mess. She hadn’t even had anything to drink, except for the cup of wine that had been sent to her by that handsome new stranger.

She began to grin to herself, wondering if perhaps she’d see him again soon.

Her headspace became occupied by a different cloud when she reached the bottom of the stairs. The house was little, and the windows were open on that bright and sunny morning, in which quite the fuss seemed to be going on in the streets. Aurora recognized more chatter than usual, which wasn’t odd once in a blue moon, and though she never bothered to listen to whatever they were shouting out, sometimes the words flew themselves into her ears without her willing.

And just as she was hearing the words “Whitestone” and “Briarwoods” Anvor emerged from behind the wall and headed for the front windows, slamming them shut in hopes of mitigating the buzz from outside.

Aurora remained frozen at the bottom of the stairs, recognizing that an attitude that brash was foreign in her adoptive father.

The large man leaned over the counter, sighing out in frustration as he turned around and finally spotted Aurora perched and watching him intently. He huffed and soon let out a chuckle; she reminded him of a little bird whenever she did that.

But he didn’t bring himself to speak and, silently, Aurora took her gaze to the kitchen table where golden slices of toast, jam, and butter lay arranged beside a jug of juice and a kettle of steaming hot water, along with a pamphlet lost between all the items.

“Pa?” She finally spoke up. “Is something up?”

“Nothing to bother you with,” Anvor replied, forcing his robust features to soften if only to keep Aurora from any worry.

But she knew him better than he knew himself, and there was little chance she’d let something as tense go by unspoken. Aurora walked over to the kitchen table and took a glass, pouring herself a generous glass of that sweet orange juice he’d prepared.

“I can see the pamphlet, you know,” she said as she took a seat. “You didn’t make much of an effort to hide it, and I heard what they were saying.”

“It’s nothing but a load of bad news,” Anvor still leaned over the counter, his eyes tense as though they were reliving his darkest moments. “I pity and pray for the people who will go there.”

He was running his hand over his ashen gray beard until he forced himself to snap out of it and bring his dark green eyes back to Aurora, who still watched him closely, taking little sips at a time from her juice.

“We dislike Whitestone for reasons not unknown in this house,” she spoke, her voice soft. “But why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything?”

“It’s a hunch I won’t bother to explore now,” Anvor walked over to the table and took a seat in front of Aurora, reaching a large hand out for the kettle as he poured a cup of spearmint tea with honey for her. “Drink up.”

Aurora chuckled. “I knew it.”

“You sang for a long time last night,” Anvor gave a hint of a smile. “You sounded great, you really did. But I don’t want you overworking yourself, that was—”

“The one condition for letting me perform, I know,” Aurora completed.

“You’ll do less time tonight,” Anvor said. “If I keep you there for hours on end, people will start to think I’m exploiting you.”

“Since when do you care what people think?” Aurora teased before taking a drink from her tea. “Mm, this is great.”

“Aurora,” Anvor raised a brow at her.

“I’ll do one hour and a half tonight, forty-five minutes each half with an interlude, and I’ll finish early,” she said. “Sound good?”

“You’ll do one hour,” he said. “It’s either one hour the next two days in a row, or one and a half and you rest the day after.”

Aurora’s gaze wandered over the table until she smiled at a piece of toast that seemed to be calling her name. She took it and coated it with a thin layer of raspberry jam she’d made a few days prior, one of her favorite recipes, and finally looked up at Anvor.

“One and a half hours today, and I’ll rest tomorrow,” she said. “I’d like to finish early, like I said.”

“Why?”

“It’s a full moon,” she said as she bit her toast.

“Ah,” Anvor acknowledged. “Is it a full moon again already?”

“Yeah, it’s gone by fast,” she said. “I’d like to spend some more time with her to thank her.”

“Well then, you do you so long as you’re taking care of yourself,” Anvor drank from his orange juice.

“There’s a lot to talk to her about,” Aurora smiled. “Also, is it me or did we have a fuller house last night? It seemed like we did from upstage.”

Anvor let out another sigh. “We’ve picked up some new regulars along the way.”

Aurora tilted her head. “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Anvor chuckled. “Yes, it should. So long as they don’t make trouble.”

It only felt reasonable that Anvor wouldn’t want his tavern trashed, especially not within the first couple of months of her performing in it.

Like anyone who worked at a tavern in Emon, Aurora would have a fairly relaxed day, mostly full of doing house chores and running errands to make sure the tavern would keep running smoothly and have everything in supply. She knew how it all worked; she’d been managing it since she was a teenager insisting on helping out her Pa with his work. He’d been reluctant to let her help out with the management, but she’d proven herself more than capable.

Getting him to let her sing was a different story, one that made Aurora chuckle every time she remembered it.

But as lighthearted as she tried to make her day be, the news about Whitestone offering citizens of different kingdoms and villages lodging, education and work within their walls.

Logically, only a village with a shortage of population and labor would recur to such measures, which Aurora found wasn’t a good sign, not after Whitestone had hardly been heard of for years after the great raids.

People had mixed feelings about it on the streets. While there were definitely crowds willing to sign up for their chance at a life elsewhere, there were some whose features tensed when the subject was brought up, particularly those among the higher classes. All Aurora knew was that she’d be among the latter; she couldn’t see herself happily making plans to go to Whitestone.

It was being talked about everywhere.

She tried not to pay much attention to the news for the rest of the day, especially considering the fact that the moon would be full that night. It called for happiness, gratitude, fulfillment, things that wouldn’t be possible if she continued to focus on her past. The day went by quicker than she expected, which only meant it wouldn’t drag in boredom while she waited for the night to arrive, and with it, a new possibility.

Granted, not every customer returned two nights in a row to a tavern, especially not one whose first time it had been previously, but Aurora still had hope.

But during her first round of singing, she didn’t see the stranger there. She didn’t even see the charmingly idiotic, hopeless gnome that appeared to be somehow related to him. The crowd was filled with familiar faces who loved to hear her sing, but the mysterious, handsome man with white hair, bright green eyes and fine clothes and round glasses was nowhere to be seen.

Aurora had hoped that he’d arrive during the second half of her performance, but she had no luck either.

By the time she was done, she tried to hide how disheartened she was and gave Anvor the sign that she was leaving before she headed out the back door. All covered up with her favorite long, cozy gray sweater, she felt the cool night breeze was a blessing on her skin.

In the sky, the full moons were already rising, both floating close together and illuminating the night with their ethereal magic. Aurora smiled and took a deep breath of the night air she loved so much before walking down the alley and reaching the front side of the tavern. She’d return home to her set up in the backyard; it was small, but it always sufficed for whenever she wanted to spend some time with the larger of the moons.

As she recited her intents in her mind, barely having paced a few meters away from the tavern, Aurora only managed to lift her gaze just before crashing into someone much taller than her.

She wobbled back, and it wasn’t until a pair of strong hands stabilized her and kept her from falling that she let the truth sink in as she saw the bright green eyes in front of her shielded by round glasses, eyes who seemed just as surprised to see her.

He bashfully let go of her, and his features seemed to soften as if he’d been frowning all day and only managed to relax until then.

Meanwhile, her eyes seemed to gleam like the moons. “It’s you…”

The man scoffed, a smile forming in his lips. “I didn’t expect I’d run into you here.”

“Me either,” her features lit up. “I was beginning to think I wouldn't see you at all tonight.”

“I’m afraid that was the initial plan,” he answered with a hint of a sigh. “But between us, this day has been tiring and I need a drink.”

“Well, the tavern's right here,” she said. “Make yourself at home.”

He was about to walk past her, to continue on his way and leave her to her own business when he stumbled in his own steps and faced her again.

“Is it possible you might know whether the most recent news is being discussed in there?” He spoke with a grim edge to his beautiful voice.

“You too, huh?” Her features softened in sympathy. “I haven’t liked hearing it over and over either. As far as I know, the subject’s not even being touched in there either, so you should be safe from all the gossip.”

“That sounds excellent,” he smiled softly at her as he felt his tensions slipping from him.

Aurora brightly grinned back at him, and as the breeze seemed to cool between them, their gazes met, and he only then noticed the pale gray of her eyes and how it looked stunning against her lavender skin.

“I loved hearing you sing last night,” he muttered.

Aurora’s cheeks began to glow a deep pink as she continued to smile widely at him. “Thank you… I’m so sorry, you’re only just catching me now at the end of my performance. I’d like to go in for a drink with you now, but I told the owner I’d be heading home.”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied. “There will be other nights, I assume?”

“I’ll perform again the day after tomorrow,” Aurora said. “Now that you’re here, I’d change that, but the only reason I was able to perform for as long as I wanted to tonight was that I promised I’d rest instead of overextending.”

He chuckled softly at her, the sound dazzling every nerve of her body.

“I understand,” he said.

“Although… I’ll still be at the tavern,” she said. “If I’m not performing, I’m usually cooking or at the bar, in case you want to stop by.”

He chuckled again in response, his green eyes meeting her gray ones. “I’ll see to it that I can.”

“Great,” she blushed.

“May I know your name?” He spoke cautiously, as though not wanting to overstep.

But Aurora only kept smiling at him, her eyelashes batting unintentionally at the tall man.

“Aurora,” she spoke.

His own smile seemed to widen and soften as if he was being soothed by knowing her name.

“Charming,” he said. “I am Percival… or Percy, whichever you prefer.”

She looked as if she were in a dream. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Percival.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he said as his gaze drifted downward until it landed on the choker around her neck, a light gray band decorated by an intricate white gem carved into a shape that resembled a leaf.

“Is this moonstone?” Percy reached out to touch it.

Aurora felt her heart would leap out of her chest. “Y-Yes, it is.”

“It looks lovely,” he smiled at her as he retracted his hand.

She looked away, bashful, giggling softly while she did nothing to try to hide how flattered she was. In return, Percy found her demeanor as endearing as he expected it would be, and for a moment he couldn’t believe she was real.

Aurora met his gaze once more, her eyes wide and warm, dreamy as she looked at him.

“I should probably head home,” she said. “Though I hope to see you soon.”

“I hope so too, Aurora,” replied Percy. “Will you walk home by yourself?”

“Yes, it’s not far from here,” she reassured him. “It’s safe, I promise. You go into the tavern and try to have fun, will you?”

“If you’re sure,” he said. “Good night, Aurora.”

“Good night, Percival,” her voice was equally enchanting, enough to soothe him for days to come, haunted by the adoration with which she spoke his name.

It was harder for her to move away from him than she would show, and even after walking away, she would look over her shoulder at him, while Percy wanted to wait outside the tavern until she was out of sight.

It wasn’t enough not to see the other; Percy felt he didn’t quite want to enter the tavern anymore, and on the other hand, Aurora didn’t quite want to return to her home so soon, for it seemed the two would rather spend the night talking away underneath the light of the moons.

Thank you for reading!

[thekingthatwrites]

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I will do x reader, as said before.

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Hurt/Comfort

I will also write oneshots for just the characters as well.

I will also do character ships just ask!

You can also ask for more than one character

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Smut

Yandere

Incest

Podophilic ships

x Oc

Nor Abuse

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Fandoms I write for:

Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

Marvel

The Adventure Zone: Balance 

God of War: Ragnarok

Hermitcraft/Life Series

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Characters I write as:

Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

Genshin Impact Aether (Main) Venti (Main) Noelle Childe Zhongli Xiao Kaeya Diluc Thoma Beidou Xinyan Scaramouche

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

FNAF SB

Sunnydrop  Moondrop Glamrock Freddy 

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini  Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada)  Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara  Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House 

Hunter (Main)  Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius  The Collector 

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland)  Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller  Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

God of War Ragnarok

Kratos Atreus Sindri Tyr Thor Baldur Fryer

Hermitcraft Impulse Skizz Grian Scar Tango (?) Bdubs Etho (I Can TRY some others)

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[chaosgod777]

If anyone wants to rp TLOVM/vox machina (campaign) feel free to message me 👀 either canon characters, canonxoc or canonxself insert, I dont mind

Any ships are cool with me

I haven't finished the campaign yet though

Characters I can play:

Percy (though if its x oc/self insert I'd much prefer if you played him because~ I simp~)

Pike

Keyleth

Characters I can attempt to play:

Grog

Scanlan

Vex

Vax

Trinket? I guess??

Anyone else you may want

[whoviancumberbunny]

Part Four: Rhythm Of Life - Scanlan Fluff Fic

Part one: Tentative Love  

Part Two: Small Miracles

Part Three: Leave A Tender Moment Alone

Sidenote Image for the Shorthalt house is from a small homes facebook page i follow

Scanlan is supposed to be playing this song

Rhythm Of Life

Scanlan Shorthalt and Other Vox Machina characters Created by Critical Role

 Lucy Collins-Shorthalt and the Shorthalt Children Created By Melissa C. Scraper @whoviancumberbunny

 It was hard to believe that they had been married almost ten years, but at this moment Lucy was standing in front of their, house that was created for them by Keylith, and inside a tree as her husband attempted to get their Daughter’s Lyre out of the Squirrel nest “Damn it, I don’t get how Elijah can put it in there without  these little dipsticks biting him.” The mother squirrel defending her babies suddenly jumped at his face he lost control of Scanlan’s hand and fell to the ground “Elijah! This is the third time this week you have taken your sister’s Lyre and hidden it.” He hit the ground stood up “I am alive.”

 “I sent a message to Kiki to see if she could help us. Since she can talk to animals.” Lucy knelt down “Come here.”  She kisses him gently on the lips  “Elijah spends lot of time with his godparents they probably taught him now to be calm enough to not startle animals.”

 “Are you saying our son is a ranger?”

 “I am not saying he’s anything he’s just our son.  Oddly enough Quentin ended up being more astute and laid back than I expected.”  

 “are you saying our son is a nerd.” An hour later  

 Kiki “The Mother squirrel thought you were trying to steal her babies.”  She hands them Daphne’s Lyre

 “Thanks, Kiki.”  Lucy smiled “are you and Vax available to watch the kids. I know normally they stay with Vex and Percy. But just like my husband. Percy tends to get himself hurt trying to make his kids happy. This time he broke his leg.”  She grins at  Scanlan

 “I think we are.  But Vax gets so broody once in a while.”

 “There is full moon tomorrow night, kiki. Full moons are when the veil between us and world of the dead are weakest. Scanlan’s mother usually visits  on full moons.”

“What?” Scanlan says

 “Don’t you ever wonder why once in while you discover little things that make you think of your mom.  She leaves them for you to find.”  Everyone in vox had just gotten accustomed to the idea that Lucy tended to casually mentions spirits. But She and Scanlan both knew Daphne could see them as well.

 “It is hard to believe Daphne is almost 10, and the boys are six.”

 “Gods help us when Daphne is old enough to date. Scanlan is going to make sure she doesn’t spend time around horny bards.”

 “I was such a dick when I was younger.  We  need to assign some kind of shore to Eli as penance for hiding his sister’s stuff three times this week.”  

 “See you if you can find Quentin, he’s likely hiding somewhere reading.  it is his turn to water the garden.”

Gilmore walks “the most handsome of godfathers is here. I have finished daphne’s dress for the showcase next weekend.  it is simple and will do really well with her beret.”   He looks at Scanlan “I see my little godson is causing trouble again.” He hands lucy package

 Lucy “Just because we are business partners, Shaun, you just made me new outfit last week.” Just then Daphne, Quentin and Eli come running our and all pile on Gilmore

“Uncle Gilmore!” Eli yells  “Sorry I accidentally made you burn your book with the people kissing on the cover.”

 Lucy raises an eye brow “Were you reading a Romance novel last time you watched them?”

 The wizard blushes “Maybe!” ?” he says as he dusts himself off “I am looking forward to the music showcase this is the first time since the school opened three years ago that there has been an event there.”

 “I wanted to make sure there were plenty of BITs.” Scanlan said

“Bards in training.” Lucy says when Gilmore looks at Scanlan.

 Gilmore “Quentin, you are not getting your present until you water the garden like your mother wants you to.”  Quentin   runs off to water the garden “that boy is special.  I am not saying that because I am his Godfather.”

 All three of the Shorthalt children were special, it was just hard to place what Quentin’s skill set exactly was because he had always be the one who was intentionally walking several steps behind his brother and studying the terrain.

 “The other day when we were camping,  he managed to push Daphne out of the way before a branch would have hit her on the head and he jumped back just in time to keep it from hitting himself.”

 A few days later Annie visits Scanlan is playing a piano and he’s been writing this song that he has no idea where the melody came from “You are writing lyrics to the melody of the song my dad never finished. It is the melody we heard in the house that.”

 “Really, I have been waking up for months with this melody on my head. I just felt like it deserved words.”   He ads the name Quentin Charles Collins just above his on the parchment he’s been writing the music on “It is only right.”  He absent mindedly  played with the small silver compass that she had given him

She sits next to him “Play it from the beginning.  I want to hear it.”   She said as placed her hand on his thigh “I love you. I hope you never forget that.” as he played she started humming along , she looks up as half elf woman with blue eyes entered. “Genevieve, you  never told me you were coming for visit.” She ran over to hug her

 Genevieve hugs her “I thought I would surprise you. I wanted to be town for the music showcase I love seeing your daughter and husband playing.” On a family vacation they had tumbled upon the hometown of one of the mistresses of Quentin Collins.  When it would become apparent that Lucy wasn’t only one attracted to pointy eared people. “ she looks at her “You have only been married ten months and that husband of yours already got you pregnant.” She says smiling

 “I got tired of being in  the house he’s so paranoid something bad will happen to the both of us. While he is vasselheim on business I came here. I do apologize for my mother assuming you were the enemy when we first met  four years ago, sister.”  

 “No need the collins family always had a habit of breeding resentment.  Come on we were about to get something to eat.”

 “Looked more like you were about take him to his office to things under the desk.”  She said

 “we’ve never done things under the desk. In the water closet, on the fainting couch,  in the wardrobe.”

 Lucy “I am sure Gena doesn’t want to know every place we’ve ever, you know. in your office. Though it was kind of funny when you nearly fell out of the hey loft, In the stables, and your pants fell out the window.”

 :You know how to make me excited, Mrs Shorthalt.” Scanlan said winking as he put the scroll with the music on it, in his bag.  “thank you for being patient enough to stay with me.”

 “Scanlan, was I really the first to see that gentle part of you. Not just the obnoxious way you tended to act.” She said they had just developed compfrtable rhyth, to how they lived their lives eventhough Percy and Scanlan had founded the Whitestone Music academy and the library/ they mostly went on diplomatic traps. But Lucy and Scanlan always made time to be by themselves together

 “Yes. I…never thanked you for suggesting I teach here.”

 “Music is the pirest form of magic. Even if you weren’t a user of arcane magic you would still be magician.” She looks at him as get food in the school dining hall and sit down

 “You two are so cute/ Sometimes my husband treats me like someone who should never leave the house.”

 Annie places her hand on her sisters hand “Listen to me, little sister if that husband of yours every harms you tell me and I can send Vax and grog to deal with him.”  After All vax was still the champion of  her lady of ravens.  

 “He hasn’t done anything yet he doesn’t even act happy about the baby.”

 Scanlan slides under the table and goes over to Gena’s side “You are family and family comes first. If he doesn’t respect you should leave his ass and raise the baby on your own. That’s what my mother did when she found out she was pregnant with me.  We always have your back, Genevive.”

 Gena “Thank you both.” She says  as Scanlan goes back to the seat by lucy and she puts the desert on her tray on his

 Lucy “Now stop looking at me like a sad little puppy I got it for you because I know it is your favorite and you usually can’t see the deserts in the back row without using magic in the building.” She looks at her sister “believe it or not. Before I met my handsome, gnomeo here. I didn’t think I deserved love from anyone.”

 Gena “I will keep that in mind.” she had been thinking she was paranoid but she sensed her husband had only married her to have an heir

 When everyone meets up outside the Music Academy before the showcase “Vax’ildan, I have favor to ask.”   Lucy explains to him after everyone else goes in “I am not saying I want him dead. I want him followed to see if he is cheating on my sister.  I want her to be happy, and she isn’t happy with him.”

 Vax’ildan  looks at her “Okay I can just observe him for a while. Then you can decide how to deal with him later.”  He looked at her “Last time Kiki and I were watching Daphne, Eli and Quentin. Quentin was talking in his sleep.”

 Lucy “I think he’s a vessel for my brother’s soul he’s been acting different since he got sick during that thunderstorm six months ago. He Called me Lulu-Bell. And the children don’t even know about that.” she sighed “He will leave once he is able to tell me why he’s here.”

 To Be Continued

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

[gyger]

Hela X Scanlan

Self-indulgent OC X Canon Character aesthetic post bc I do what I want

[kratosfan6632466]

Zima smirked *

Zima : what’s the plan for tonight Scanlan~

Scanlan blushed

Scanlan : zima you know EXACTLY what we’re doing later

Zima : I know I just love teasing you

Scanlan : prepare yourself m’lady it’s gonna be a night you won’t forget ~

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Some Silence, and a Little More In-Between Pt. 1

Summary - When it comes to the joys of being in a relationship. The magical three words can come off as easy or hard to say depending on the speaker and at a point, "I love you" does sound easy to say...

Only, when you're not being interrupted so frequently.

Trigger Warning - Cursing (it's Vox Machina for sake...), Alcohol/Drinking

Word Count - 1,705

OC x Canon Involved! (Dahlia x Percival De Rolo)

Ao3 is right here!

It was just three words, wasn’t it?

Three little words, 8 letters, and yet she couldn’t get out a single one.

They had no fear, no. Why would they? Why would they be afraid of saying such things to their own lover? No, that wasn’t it. There was no fear, there were only obstacles that came with saying such a fragile yet meaningful phrase of endearment. 

No matter. Dahlia had one thing to say and she’d at least say it right but– why was it so damn hard?

“FUCK YEAH!! SIX IN A ROW!!!” a Goliath screamed, Vox Machina’s very own Goliath, actually. The abrupt sounds of a table being slammed echoed throughout the tavern as Dahlia snapped her mouth shut with a jolt, having broken out of her longing stare to say something. Her attention was diverted to the rest of the party hollering thereafter, some groaning, some laughing, and some… Expelling their insides from the liquid courage that they’ve been running on for the last– what– a couple of hours? Nonetheless, she meekly smiled–forcing the worry of how much the table would cost at the expense of their competitive drinking but– still, it remained in the back of her mind as the individual she’d been focused on steps right up to her, shoulder to shoulder. 

“Grog, could you be a little more mindful of the property, please? We don’t want to leave this place in pieces like the last few,” the artificer spoke on behalf of Dahlia as a short “oh, sorry” was passed back in response, soon signaling for another round of the strongest mead. A sigh escaped out of the man beside her and the tavernkeeper could only raise a hand to cover her soft chuckles, looking up to Percival who’d been staring at her with eyes that flashed with a thousand apologies for every member of his party. In reply, she took every unspoken apology and met him with a gleam in hers, reaching out for two glasses of wine from a server that passed with a bow. Dahlia selected her glass, one of white, and handed Percy the other, a glass of red wine.

“Thank you, Percy,” She spoke, with gratitude for speaking on her behalf as the rim touched her mouth and down went the translucent liquid, covering her lips in a gloss. The gunslinger almost held back on his drink, raising his brows to the ceiling, “no, no– I should be the one thanking you, my dear,” he hastily interjected, waving a gloved hand.

“How so?” Her voice echoed into her cup.

Percival looked to the ceiling of the bar, then around the room with a contemplating hum as he searched for an answer that’d already been waiting on his tongue, swirling the maroon liquor in his grasp with crossed arms,  “well, considering the fact that you’ve allowed us to… ‘Crash’ here, figuratively and literally, for the last couple of times—more than anyone should—I can’t really begin to find enough words to express how generous this all is,”

He gestures, continuing to express with what formality he could conjure up on the spot, “I mean–you’ve given us a place to stay for nights on end, drinks, food, warmth, resources, jobs too and it’s just… This is– this is all so much, more than we can ask for!” the man exclaims, granting a moment for Dahlia to hide behind her stemware, doing little to conceal the blush dancing across her face. 

Was it already from the alcohol? Dahlia could’ve sworn she wasn’t this terrible of a lightweight.

Percival moved closer, lowering his glass and extending a hand forth after fixing his lenses, “surely, there must be a way we can repay you for all this? Or at least– I can?” He offered, the tone in his proposal ending just slightly more curiously playful than the tavernkeeper expected. Her eyes flashed and for a minute reflected his, deciding to come out of hiding behind her glass, with it lowered. She glided just a step nearer to the nobleman as he kept watch, not ever breaking his stare even as his party members were occupied in celebrating another end to their sixth– no, seventh round? For all he knew, he stopped paying attention to them– now that all of it was forfeited to the woman who reciprocated it back with a lovesick stare that made his heart skip a beat.

His attention was now on her and hers was to him, not that Dahlia minded after the night had done nothing but steal his eyes away from her to watch the chaos that came with being in a band full of hectic mercenaries. An airy laugh exerted from the sorceress as she reached out, slipping her fingers under his cravat to observe and toy with it, humming as she did to mimic a ponder, “mm, last I remembered– gold was still an available piece of currency across all of Tal’Dorei,” she stated, in an all-knowingly fashion as it got to him.

Struck with the realization of who she’d been trying to copy, the artificer’s chest quivered from a suppressed laugh, taking a long sip of his beverage, and thus spoke again, “no, no. I mean,” he settled the foot of his drink down on a nearby table and before Dahlia could do the same, a set of hands fell on her sides and suddenly, their bodies were merely an inch away from each other. Her body went stiff from his index and thumb holding her chin in place, centering them up close and personal to his lips as he whispered–the warm breath of wine clinging to the waves that rolled past her mouth, “something more than gold, my dear,” he softly murmured.

Dahlia’s heart nearly leaped from her chest and she could’ve sworn that the stem of her glass would’ve shattered had it not been for the minuscule pinch of self-control tucked in her fingers, yet it did not stop the chill that ran through her body as her face began to burn up just from his voice alone. As badly as she wanted to kneel over on the floor out of embarrassment, her pride would not give in so easily, deciding to reciprocate. She slipped her drink onto the table, next to his, walking her fingers up his coat and seizing hold of his shoulder. The mage drifted her eyes away for a moment then swung them back to lock them with his sage irises, leaning into the hand that raised to cup her cheek, “well, I have been meaning to say something–”

“Miss. Kei’korra!” Like a dream, the moment was shattered and the two had to remind themselves of where they were, with Dahlia glancing over Percy’s shoulders simultaneously as he flinched, watching as a server trotted up to her with concern painted all over their expression, “I apologize for intruding ma’am but, some patrons would like to have a word with you,”

“About what, may I ask?” She was released from the artificer’s embrace as the two stood side by side, one curious of the issue and the other less than pleased that their personal moment was trodded upon.

“Ahem,” The staff member coughed into his fist, pointing at the table behind the pair as the table– once whole— was now in half, there in the middle of that halved table now lied Grog Strongjaw, Pike Trickfoot, and Scanlan Shorthalt all piled atop each other whereas the others were displayed in their chairs, all of which were performing different stages of grief from the multitude of losses. Dahlia was more shocked by the fact that she didn’t even hear the bar table break while Percy was ready to reload and fire another apology to Dahlia, “there are customers who hold complaints about–some of the other patrons,” the staff informed, rendering Dahlia’s shoulders to go slack. She paused awkwardly, clearing her throat to reply, “Right— I’ll have a word with the clients–”

“No please, I will—” Percival jumped in, before specifying to the audible groaned that resounded from behind, “... with the others,”

Dahlia faced him, “you don’t have to,”

“But I must! You’ve done–” 

“Percival, Percy, darling,” She rested her hands on his biceps, attempting to soothe the tension and desperation that alluded in every word he uttered. Dahlia met his eyes once more, watching as they begged for the opportunity but– she refused to give in, “I know you’re eager to repay me but, this is my tavern and inn. What I say goes around here. And you all are my special guests tonight, so let me handle this,” she pleaded, “I’ll speak to the customers… And we’ll talk later– about that repayment, okay?” Her voice soothed his soul but, it didn’t stop his sharp brows from knitting. There was a moment of silence before a sigh of submission was made, Percy nodded but his face still persisted on fighting the outcome. The tavernkeeper softly smiled, diverting her weight into her palms to lift herself up by his shoulders and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. Her smile could only stretch as the spot she smooched, easily glowed to a light shade of red before she was forced to depart, swiveling on her shoes once more again to bid, “Oh!-- and Percy?”

He abruptly pivoted from his previous turn away, to the sound of her voice, curiosity written across his face,

“I–”

“We’re waiting–!” The “clients” shouted, impatient and agitated beyond the disaster of a night they were undoubtedly having from the presence of Vox Machina, irking Dahlia twice, and perhaps thrice for not granting her the time to say such a simple thing to her partner. Still, duty called, and so with bitterness. She exhaled through her nose, letting her shoulders fall, and murmured audibly a “sorry,” back to Percival before leaving to go deal with another pissed-off party.

The gun-slinger stood where he was, hand raised midway, reaching for nothing as Dahlia met with the frustrated group who didn’t waste a second running her ears off already with complaints. Yet he couldn’t help but think, collecting his glass from beside his lover’s while keeping watch from afar, “What was she going to say?”

[eastasiansonwesternscreen]

People have to understand one simple fact: Cl@lec is not just a homophobic ship.

It’s a blatant act of racialized homophobia.

It’s Magnus who is the main target here.

If Magnus / Harry was white, very few would’ve shipped Cl@lec, and no one would’ve invented [white] OFCs to ship with Alec.

Thing is that over the years of studying fandom discourse and slash in fandom in particular, I’ve never (very rarely) seen a white gay male character in a canon lgbt relationship with another white lgbt male character being shipped with female characters.

For example, Ianto from Torchwood is similar to Alec, in the sense that they’re both indisputable fandom darlings. Yet, I have very rarely seen Ianto being shipped with female characters, or any other characters other than Jack for that matter, and he is a canonically bisexual character (who had previously had a canon Black girlfriend). Sure, people ship Jack with women – mainly Gwen/Jack... but at least Gwen/Jack is rooted in canon. Also, Jack is pansexual and canonically has been shown in multiple relationships with men, women, aliens... Magnus is similar in this sense to Jack – they’re both immortal, have lived multiple lives, seen and experienced a lot, have a similar sense of humor, and have had other relationships before Alec and Ianto respectively.

Jack is shipped with various characters in canon and fanon, fanon crossover ships with him are quite popular too – he’s shipped with the white dudes from various sci fi / fantasy fandoms.

Magnus is mainly shipped with Alec only, and even here there are people who would’ve happily erased him from his own canon ship and replaced him with whatever white character there is. Hmm...

Another example – In The Flesh. I have seen the rise and fall of this fandom on tumblr, I’ve been tracking the tags of the show since day one, long before it became popular on this site, yet in all these years I’ve never seen anyone trying to ship Simon or Rick (who are canonically gay characters and love interests of the main lead) with female characters or female OCs. No matter how much straight fangirls loved Emmett Scanlan (and his popularity within the ITF fandom was similar to Daddario’s back in the day), no one erased Simon’s sexuality. Not even in AU fics.

Kieren, a canonically bisexual character, is never shipped with female characters either. Sometimes he is shipped with white dudes from other fandoms, but never (at least I’ve never seen) with women.

I haven’t seen the white guys from Eyewitness or Class being shipped with women or even other male characters from their respective shows. No one erases those canon LGBT ships.

People shipping Cl@lec / Alec with women are not only erasing Alec’s sexuality and canon LGBT representation. They are basically saying that Magnus, being an Asian, is not good enough. They are erasing LGBT POC from fandom discourse. This message is clear here: POC will never be good enough for a racist fandom. Harry, having non-passing Asian features is not good enough.

In reference to the whole “Shipping Cl@lec isn’t hurting anyone!!!!” discourse, and in addition to the bullet points of this post a quote from Conrad Ricamora:

“I do think that that is cool though. Because growing up, I didn’t have any role models who were Asian men to look up to, and I definitely—still to this day, and through years of therapy—am still dealing with loving the way that I look. Loving my skin tone, not being angry and wishing that my eyes were a different shape or that my nose was a different shape because that was the standard of handsome or beauty growing up for everyone… [being] white.” (x)

Also, J@lec ppl, laughing at Cl@lec, and patting themselves on the back for being a lot more “progressive”, and coming up with fake “deep” long-ass meta posts or “activism” reasons explaining why they dislike Malec, and prefer shipping the white guys, are not better than the Cl@lec camp. They’re just as racist -- and not less homophobic, for that matter.

The thing is that Alec, as important and relevant as he is for gay representation in genre media, isn’t that unique of a character. Even for genre media. There are Ianto and Jack from Torchwood, there are Kieren, Rick and Simon from In The Flesh, there are Matteusz Andrzejewski and Charlie Smith from Class. There are probably more, but these are the ones I remember off the top of my head at the moment.

Now name me at least one prominent [male] Asian LGBT, bisexual character in genre media – film or TV, whose love life was actually shown on screen and wasn’t just mentioned in passing. Tbh, I can’t remember a single one.

Magnus is unique.

Erasing Magnus from his own narrative is an act of blatant and malicious racialized homophobia and biphobia.

[the-lovely-lady-luck]

Kaylie Shorthalt - 19. “I could kill you right now!”

Kaylie Shorthalt. #19 “I could kill you right now”

Set at and immediately after Kaylie and Doctor Dranzel leave Scanlan and Pike. Timing is about 3:27:00 in episode 56. I had a little trouble fitting the exact phrase into the writing, so it ends up close but with a different connotation than Anon was maybe thinking of when they submitted.

Also sort of an update, I have pretty much a full list of OCs up on my blog! Pretty easy to find, up at the top with the other links. Feel free to ask about them or send in prompts. This last prompt list was really good, I may reblog again to get more.

“He made a promise.”

“I’ll make sure that he keeps it.”

“Thank you.”

It hardly took a look at her to know Pike would keep her word, as well as his. Something about her just radiated a trustworthy aura. It wasn’t difficult to see why a holy woman like her would appeal to a man like Scanlan Shorthalt. Restitution in the form of a person. Kaylie really wished he would find it in Pike, that it were that easy to make amends after so many years. That she could see him again after this was all over and that he would be the father she had wanted him to be for so long. But it could never happen like that. It would take months, maybe years, before they could truly have what they wanted. Before they would be family. In spite of that, Scanlan Shorthalt seemed dedicated to fixing how he had wronged her, no matter how long it took. She found herself admiring that more than immediate redemption. Funny how priorities can switch like that.

She wiped at her eyes, and Dranzel gave her a smirk and a glance as they started out of town.

“So, you and the old man making up?” Kaylie gave him small grin as she punched him in the leg. He lifted his leg and hopped on one foot, mocking pain where she hit him.

“Well let’s just say I didn’t think he had it in him.” They walked in silence for a few moments until she looked at him and pointed. “If you tell him anything I will kill you.” Dranzel made a face of fake shock and raised his hand while drawing an X over his heart. Kaylie smirked and punched him again, harder this time.

Hope you like it! This was a lot harder than my own stuff since I had to rewatch a bunch of older episodes to recapture what she was like.