#the legend of vox machina x reader

[cherubfae]

ways they show they love you || vox machina x reader

With Vax, Vex, Keyleth, Percy, Grog, Pike, Scanlan & bonus!! Trinket, the best boii c:

tags: fluff, wholesome, pre-established relationships, crushing/mutual pining

Vax

You need your bow restrung? Here let me do it for you. Oh, you are cold? Take my spare cloak, please, I insist. Lest you catch your death. Vax prefers to have you near his vicinity so he can reach you should something happen. His hand brushes against yours as you pass one another. His chest pressing against your back so he can reach something on the top shelf for you. His nose runs along the column of your throat. A common phrase he said to Vex soon became one he said to you as well. Do not go far from me.

Vex

Offering her hand to help you down a rocky hillside or up the steep slope of a mountain. Instructing Trinket to keep a close eye on you, and as best boi, he does. She gives you soft forehead kisses when you're fast asleep, damn-near chokes when you crack an eye open to smirk smugly up at her. Gives you a bit of the cold shoulder after but it's only because she is so heckin' embarrassed and needs some time to cutely and stubbornly pout.

Keyleth

Did you get enough to eat? Want some more bread or stew? She doesn't mind taking the first watch if you're still tired, the group would benefit from you being well-rested. Huh? No, she definitely wasn't admiring you while you slept, that's insane.

Percy

Subtle touches. His hand at the small of your back or on your waist. He never strays far from your side nor you his. Leaning his head on your shoulder for a quick nap, feeling safe to rest his form against yours. Pressing a quick kiss to your hand when you need to part ways for a bit, it causes everyone else to groan, but he needs to do it. Just in case. No matter what, Percy needs you to know you have his entire heart.

Grog

Picking you up and spinning you around every time he sees you. Always wanting to sit by you at dinner or have his bedroll near yours. Picking you up and out of the way of danger. Carries you and Pike on his back easy-peasy! Excitedly waits for you to wake up every morning, oftentimes he's leaning over your face. You bump heads every time, but Grog still follows this ritual as long as he's awake before you. He hopes you'll do it for him next time!

Pike

Always healing your injuries no matter how minor. She hates seeing you in pain. She tries not to pick favorites when it comes to healing but if you're the closest to her when others on the team are downed, she's gonna pick you first. Pike's gotten better with going for the most-critically injured now! Loves to give big, warm hugs where you two spin each other around. The hugs linger longer when no one else is around. A heartbeat and your lips almost brush, causing her cheeks to light up a bright pink.

Scanlan

Gentle hand-holds lack his former suave flirtatiousness and instead are replaced with nervous, almost shy glances and soft reassurances. Frequent check-ins when you are injured, if there is anything he can do or get for you. Shiny pale blue puppy dog eyes making sure you are always safe. He brings you little wildflowers he collects, always writing new songs he isn't sure that he intends to sing. Buys you little tokens and jewelry that suit your taste as long as he can swing it.

Bonus:

Trinket

Gentle pokes with his cold nose and soft huffs against your cheek, this sweet bear will nuzzle his face into your tummy. Often times plops down beside you in an upright sitting position. You're his favorite after Vex. ♡

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[finn-writes-stuff]

May I ask for headcanons for Grog, Scanlan, Percy and Vax with gn shy s/o pretty please?

Shrinking Violet

Quiet and shy, you've caught the eyes of the men of Vox Machina.

Grog, Scanlan, Percy & Vax x Reader

Fandom: The Legends of Vox Machina/Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

Gender-Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Whoever sends me a proper Percy request next is going to have my hand in marriage. -Finn

Grog

Grog has never been shy in his life. It often just doesn't occur to him to be nervous about talking to people. He has things he wants to say and do, so why would he not?

It creates an interesting contrast with you. His booming exuberance compared to your quiet restraint. There's a joke in the party that between the two of you, it averages out to the perfect usual amount of speech.

Grog wants you to feel comfortable around him! He understands on some level that people are often quiet around him because they're scared or intimidated, and he really doesn't want you to be.

You're definitely able to notice that Grog is gentler with you, trying to pull you out of your shell without scaring you off.

The extra obvious tell is Pike trying to very nonchalantly tell you about how Grog is totally chill and you can just talk with him! She isn't the most subtle of wingmen.

Scanlan

He has little restraint and even less shame. He will say anything that pops into his head, no matter how awful it is. Speaking to him will inevitably leave your ears burning.

Scanlan thinks it's kind of cute that you're so shy and makes a game out of getting you to laugh at his jokes and talk without seeming so nervous.

Seeing you when you're happy enough to forget how nerve-wracking social interaction is, melts him. The first time that he made you properly laugh, like a full, loud, straight from the chest laugh, he was left a little dazed.

The innuendos actually get worse. You don't brush them off with snark the same way most of the party does, and he absolutely capitalizes on it to double down on flirting with you.

Percy

Percy has a hack for social interaction and it boils down to being rich. He leans into the 'I am important and smart and well-spoken' part of his personality and it gets him what he wants. So even when social interaction is overwhelming, he can just default to that.

So, naturally, he teaches you the finer points of it to help you talk when you need to. He lets you practice with him and only laughs when you start making fun of him.

He is a big fan of leaving crowded situations to go work in his own space, and he will offer you the chance to come with him whenever he does. You just have to hold tools for him while he works.

If you're in a situation where you're stuck talking with strangers, he develops a habit of sweeping in with a convenient reason for you to leave the conversation. It satisfies something deep in his chest when he gets to play your knight in shining armor.

Vax

Vax'ildan, king of charming his way behind closed doors. He is pretty solidly at ease in conversations, and when he isn't, he can certainly fake it.

He'll tease you about how shy you are, he finds it adorable and he likes pushing to see how far it goes.

That doesn't mean that he allows other people to tease you or push is though. He will make them fuck off the moment you look uncomfortable.

As a kid, he was shy and nervous, but it has been a long time since he had to watch everything he said. He doesn't want you to feel that talking is going to get you in trouble. As much as he can be an ass, he genuinely wants you to be comfortable with him and the rest of the party.

[innocent-cat]

Don’t know if you’ve done this one yet but it’d be AMAZING to read an enemies to lovers story about Percy<3

Great stories btw!! Love them all💖💗💝

Awww thank you!! sorry it took so long to get your work out.

Percival de Rolo x Reader (oneshot)

Warnings - mentions of death

"Burn in hell(But not really).", Percy x reader

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You dart up from your pillow, your hair whipping behind you. The curtains behind you sing a song as they slip between the wafts of wind from the dark, cold, harsh night. Holding yourself lightly, you attempt to ground yourself.

"Its okay. It was just a dream. Pike, Keyleth, Vex, Vax, Scanlan, Grog and Percy are all okay. They're fine." You whisper to yourself, trying to reassure your own mind everything was going to be all okay, but your mind never settled.

You decided you would prove to yourself that they were all in fact okay. Alive, well, and hopefully thriving in this environment.

You rise from your silk sheets, moving the puffy white blanket off of your body, scooting off your bed. Your feet hit the hard and cold stone floor, you shiver, but find reassurance in the fact that you know you are awake.

You tip toe out of your room, your feet cracking and freeing air as you did so. The sound of your footsteps were not heard as you creaked your wooden door open, and started down the hall.

Keyleth and Vex, Vax and Scanlan, Grog and Pike, and Percy.

That was the room pairings. Percy and you never got along, so everyone decided that it was best neither of you shared a room. Even if you found his antics and smart wordings annoying, you still feared for his safety. He was part of your family.

You slowly opened the door to Keyleth and Vex's room. Two lumps on the opposite beds gave you a welcoming smile and knowing knowledge that your friends were in fact okay.

You continued down the hall to the next door, only needing to hear the snores of Vax and sleep talking of Scanlan to know the two boys were safe and sound. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle to the fact that they were so loud in their sleep. How has everyone even been sleeping all this time?

Continuing forward down the hall, you reach Pike and Grog's room. Instead of calmness, you hear giggling. Both Pike and Grog were letting out small, suppressed giggles about who knows what. Their laughter was enough for you as well.

Rubbing your cold, goose bumped arms, you continue down the hall to Percy's room. You heard no tools whirring, no tossing and turning, no sleep talking from his room. Maybe he finally found peace in his dreams in exchange for your fright.

You slowly creaked open the door, knowing your lie to yourself about him sleeping wouldn't be enough. You see no lump so you walk closer to the bed, only to find no Percy at all.

You couldn't help but feel your nightmare rush back to you. The feeling and knowing of his death floods you as your eyes begin to blur with tears and strain with red.

You hold yourself tightly, rubbing your arms, comforting yourself, speaking about how he was smart enough than to get himself into a situation where he was punished for his mistakes.

You walk out of his room, when you bump into someone. You flinch, and back up, looking upwards to the tall figure.

"What in Everlight's word are you doing in my room?" Percy snarls at you, looking down. His expression softens when his eyes meet your frightened and hurt gaze.

You can't help but embrace the man who you thought was dead when you see him. Your arms wrap tightly, but not too tight, around him and under his arms. You tuck your face into his chest, shaking, and quivering, slurring words about how you're sorry, and how you would never want him dead.

Percy, confused, wraps his arms around you, embracing you. He takes his left, more metallic hand, caresses your head and you welcome the feeling of cold to your hot, burning face.

Despite not having a clue on what you're saying, or why you're in his room, he understands that for some reason, you, the person who told him to go to hell the first day you two met each other, is crying about his death which hasn't happened yet.

Eventually, when you catch up on your breath, and your breathing is even, you keep hugging him. You continue to shake, but you hold him like the world will collapse and everything around you will implode and it'll all be your fault.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Percy speaks softly to you, still petting your head slowly.

When you don't respond, he sighs. He feels as if he is comforting a toddler, but he mentally slaps himself for thinking that of you.

"How does some fresh air sound? Hm?" When he feels you slowly nod against his chest and pull apart, he smiles. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close and reassuring you that he's staying with you and won't leave anytime soon.

He leads you outside, the fresh and cold air softly hitting your tired eyes. The two of you sit down on a bench and look at the moon. He holds you close to him still, as you lean on him.

Your eyes stay peeled open, not wanting to let him leave you. If he were to leave you, he surely would have died.

"Do you want to talk about it, dear?" Percy's words danced off his tongue, slowly, like he was trying to catch an animal, afraid his loud words would scare it away.

"You died." You paused.

"Everyone died."

"And I didn't do anything. I stood there. It was all my fault. What if there really was a life or death situation, and I just froze? What if i just let you all die? I would have nobody, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself, Percy."

Percy thought for a moment. He thought and he thunk and he thinked. He traced his finger up and down your arm, comforting you as you ranted about how you felt guilty.

"We all know you wouldn't do that. We depend on you, darling. And we depend on you because we know you are capable."

Percy's words reassured you and calmed you more than the cold air ever could.

"Would you make sure nobody gets hurt, even if I freeze up?"

"Of course I would. I would die for you if you asked."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you do head canons for vox machina after you have to get revived

Depending on how you died, it would’ve hurt the group all the same. Having someone out of their rag tag group meeting an unfortunate end and they’re unable to prevent it from occurring? It’s not a nice a feeling in the slightest.

So it was only natural for Vax, Vex, Percy, Keyleth, Scanlan, Pike and Grog to feel as though they were all partially to blame for your death. It’s a feeling that they would carry with them even after you’ve been revived.

Death wasn’t something one can easily walk away from after being revived and you weren’t any different. If anything the experience of dying then being brought back changed you in ways unknown to yourself until someone were to be upfront about it to you.

Keyleth and Pike would constantly be checking on you after even something as small as a minor inconvenience. Healing you almost straight away even if it was something as small as a paper cut. One of them would always be seen by your side during battles with the additions of Percy and vex acting as long range shooters for opponents Pike and Keyleth couldn’t quite reach with their depleting energy.

Vax would be watching over you like a goddamn hawk, making sure no one tried to pull a fast one over you, always having your back during fights. Vex would also go out of her way to have your back during a fight but in a more discreet manor then the reckless manor her twin would take. Going so far as to scold you whenever you did something reckless in battle or went a little too far out for her liking; But her tone of words and the look in her eyes didn’t match up.

Percy would make upgrades to your weapons or completely make you a new one from scratch when he wasn’t satisfied with the lack of efficiency from your weapon. He’d go through all the processes with you on what does what but it doesn’t really matter as much like Vax he would look out for you in battle, gunning down assailants from a distance and then deny it when confronted about it like…your the only one in the group with a fucking gun dude, I heard gunshots. So naturally I’m going to assume.

Scanlan would take a more light hearted approach in comparison to his friends. Whilst they’re all trying to provide you with protection from any and all harm, the bard would go instead provide you with some company. He’d joke and jest but you noted how his smile reached his eyes nor did his laughter sound completely genuine, Alamo as though he were distracted.

He also makes a mean sandwich so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an extra special one for you and when you’d ask for the occasion for this random act of service, he’d merely shrug it off as him doing something for a friend.

Grog would probably be protective over you in battle, always picking off the hardest ones so that you would’ve ever have to deal with it yourself. He’s your wall of protection and is more then willing to take all the physical punishment then allow you to even pertain a harmless bruise.

Over all, they would be protective over you in their own way and would gladly form a protective shield out of their own bodies strewn out in front of you if needs be. A good majority of them (Percy, Vax, Vex, etc) have lost good people that were once close to them. They’ve lost you once and there’s no way in hell would they allow that to ever happen again. Get mad at them all you like, try to push them away but they don’t care, their hearts can only take so much breakage despite what their hardened visages would like to say.

[simping-overload]

Hey so if you have any interest or ability to, can I ask for Vax'ildan x reader x headcanons from The Legend of Vox Machina? If not thats completely okay, I'm just super obsessed with it rn :)

Sorry for taking like a whole ass month to get to this🥹 work and school is taking up a LOT of my time, also ngl i fr I watched all of season 1 and some of season 2 bc of this.

Also, if anyone's willing and able, please consider donating to my kofi! I'm trying to save up so I can pay my vet expenses for my fur babies. Thank you!

Vax loves holding hands with you, often intertwining your fingers together, swinging your hands back together as you walk.

He likes it when you brush his hair. If he's tried enough, he could fall asleep to how soothing it is to him.

If you know how to braid hair, he'd wear them with pride. Totally brags about it, too.

He likes doing things with you, whether it be hiking, swimming, cooking, sparing, and so on, as long as he's with you. He's content.

Vax is a fairly protective partner, granted yes he trusts you to take care of yourself. However, he can be a tad overprotective, especially if you're fighting monsters and such.

He is a massive cuddler. He doesn't like going asleep without you. He has no preference on what position as long as he can feel you. He's happy.

He likes going on picnics. The calmness of just relaxing and eating in an open field without worrying about fighting monsters or demons is very nice. It's a plus if you bring some wine.

When you do get together, Vex is a little tough on you. She just wants to make sure you won't hurt her brother in anyway shape or form.

He likes kissing, like a lot. Good morning, kisses? A must, random kisses during out the day? Also, yes. Doesn't mind giving you a few smooches in public either.

He is fairly good with boundaries, so if you're uncomfortable with something, make it known, and he will accommodate it with no problem.

[sporadically-writing]

hello :) *loved* the campaign 2 hcs you did. could you right a really fluffy vax'ildan x reader? thank you very much, I love your writing :))

This one got a little angsty, apologies

Stargazing

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Vague allusions to mortal danger

Word Count: 520

It had been a long day. A very, very long day for Vox Machina. The whole troupe was ready for a much needed rest. You, however, had decided that you needed a bit of fresh air before you settled into your room for the night.

You found a quiet way up to the roof of the inn you were staying at, finding a place to sit and watch the stars. You let yourself breathe a little easier now that you were up here. The party was fine, you were fine. Your family was safe, that's what mattered.

The beast had caught you all by surprise on your journey home. You all had faced much worse in your travels, but you were unaware this time. It might not have been too dangerous a creature but your unpreparedness was the thing's greatest weapon. You don't know what would have happened if Pike wasn't...

Breathe. It's okay. You're okay.

You look back up, watching the stars as they pass by.

"There you are." Vax'ildan's voice catches you by surprise and you nearly fall forward, if it was not for his speed. "Woah! Woah. Don't worry, you're okay. I've got you."

"Vax! You can't sneak up on me like that!"

"Well, it seems like I can."

"You know what I mean" you huff.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry" he says sheepishly as he helps you back into your previous seating position.

He sits down quietly beside you, looking up at the stars. Then nervously back at you. Lucky for him, you are more focused on breathing and staring at the sky to notice.

Finally, when he finds his words again, he softly says, "You know I was worried about you... You've been quiet all day."

"I wonder why" you respond.

"I'm really glad Pike was here" he says next. It is clear by his tone of voice that he has no idea how to navigate the conversation he's started. It's sweet that he's trying to help but he's not doing that great a job of it. But you can't blame him, who could? What can you possibly say to your love on a day you almost lost them? You imagine yourself being much the same if your positions were reversed.

"Another debt to add to her pile" you joke, though it doesn't really sound like one. Vax chuckles softly anyway.

Vax reaches forward and holds your hand, soft smile playing on his face. "Thank you," he says.

"For what?"

He kisses your hand, "For sharing this moment, and many others with me." He moves your hand, holding it over his chest. You can faintly feel his heartbeat through it. "I love you" he says.

You smile, leaning over to rest you head on his shoulder. The two of you spend another hour like that, just enjoying each other's company, enjoying the fact that the both of you are still there, and watching the night sky.

Eventually you fall asleep and Vax makes sure he gets you safely in a bed, snuggling in after you. You were okay, he was okay. Everything was as it should be.

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[sir-phillip-crane]

Headcanons of how would Scanlan, Percy, and Vax react if they went out with their crush to buy something to be mistaken as a couple?

sorry it took so long! i started school and homeworks got me swamped... im takin a little to adjust but I hope to be back to writing regularly soon!! requests can be sent in, but answers will be slow.

Scan the man

“I am simply saying, you would think, with how fuckin’ invent-y Percy is, he could figure out how to fix my lute! It’s bullshit that he’s ‘unable to’! I think that just translates to ‘I am a lazy fancy boi who doesn’t want to help my friends’!”

You laughed at his comment as you opened the door for him into a music based shop, the very specific smell of cork grease and reeds hitting you as you entered. “Usually I give him the benefit of the doubt, but I think you’re right in this case.”

You both wandered around for a few minutes, Scanlan especially fascinated by all of the musical instruments, even though he had seen them a million times.

Finally, a busy employee noticed you looking through the music books and greeted you. “Oh, hello! My deepest apologies, as you can see, we’re rather busy today!”

She was right, the store bustled around you. Despite it, Scanlan still heard and made his way to your side.

“What can I help you and your husband with?”

Scanlan blinked, at a loss for words for a moment. It wasn’t often you were mistaken for a couple, since the group tended to go to shops together, and it was more often you were mistaken for a polycule or more specific, more… odd couples. (Keyleth and Grog happened often, mostly because she would always gently explain things to him if she could).

Finally, he figured out what to say. “Ah, trust me, I wish I had the honor of callin’ this hot little piece mine, but they’re a bit too sophisticated for my taste.”

You responded by laughing and gently shoving him, then explaining that he needed his lute fixed.

She promised it would be finished by the end of the week, and either of you could drop by to grab it.

As you left, Scanlan started to laugh, reaching to take your hand. “I can’t believe that she thought we were married!”

“Please, you’d be lucky to land me, Shorthalt.”

“Well then,” he winked, “let me try my hand at it. Dinner tonight?”

Percy von Keysmash

“I swear to gods, it is becoming more and more difficult to find black powder.”

“How about that crazy guy who gave you a literal pig’s head full of it? I’m sure his shop is still open,” you laughed.

“Ugh, please, do not remind me of that interaction. That pig’s head haunted my dreams almost as much as the Briarwoods. Ah! Here we go! …Not nearly as much as I need, though…”

“If you and your partner are trying to find black powder, there’s a medicinal shop which sells it in bulk.” A lady browsing the shop commented, looking up at Percy. “Would you like the address?”

“Oh, um, yes, please. That would be lovely. Thank you.” Percy stammered, offering the lady a tiny notebook where she jotted down the address.

Percy gently took your hand and tugged you towards the door, seeming to want to leave the shop as soon as he could.

The two of you walked in silence for a long while, you unable to figure out what to say after that. Should you make a joke? Ignore it? Just face it head on?

It ended up being… awkward silence. Which Percy met with the same.

You two likely would have completely ignored it, if you hadn’t stepped into the shop and immediately been greeted by “what can I do for you lovebirds?”

Percy heaved a sigh, shaking his head before simply saying “black powder.”

You lingered awkwardly by the door until he finished up the transaction, then walking alongside him as you left.

“Well, that was… Something.” You mumbled, crossing your arms, gazing at the cobblestone as you walked.

“My apologies for how I handled that. I- I…” He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

You didn’t prompt him again, simply allowing him to drop it and stay in awkward silence the rest of the walk.

Vax

When it came to shopping, Vax enjoyed it, but often wasn’t ‘allowed’ unless Vex was there to negotiate the price. And if that price wasn’t low enough, and the twins deemed the shopkeep an ass, they would simply steal it.

But a library, looking into whatever monster of the week you were fighting, meant Vex avoided it as she often insisted she found reading gross and posh, and nerds like you and Vax and Percy and, really, all of the group but her, Grog, and Scanlan, could get it done.

You sat at a table besides Keyleth, looking up as Vax carted back an armful of books and dumped them on the table. “We are going to be here all night, I swear to gods.”

“Do you want me to go get some food, then?” Keyleth hummed, smiling up at you and Vax.

“I don’t think the library allows food…” You started, then looked up, realizing it seemed to only be VM and a single employee, then added “can you bring us back some cookies?”

She nodded, compiling a small list of snacks before leaving to find some.

“Excuse me, you and your husband’s friend is not allowed to bring food in here.”

Vax completely overlooked the relationship comment, simply responding with “excuse me, my friends and I are the only reason all the residents of Emon were not dragon kibble. We will eat in the library if we damn well please.”

The employee shut up, realizing quickly they wouldn’t win this conversation – especially not as Vax flashed one of his daggers.

He sat besdes you, opening one of the leatherbound tombs and commenting “this is gonna take a year.”

“Did you… hear what they said?”

“Hm? Kiki shouldn’t be bringing food in here.”

“No, uh… Nevermind, it’s dumb.”

Vax will ask Percy about it while youre out of earshot, and respond by subtly giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

[hymn-of-muse]

With Your Permission

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

requested by the amazing @syth-de-rolo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tsunderetypea]

Little Slayer| TLoVM x platonic!reader

Preface| Every party had its outlier. For some, most people would think it was Scanlan of the legendary group Vox Machina. Yet as we know fate has its own workings on the matter.

Enter amnesiac [Y/N] who happened to cross their paths. For the most part, they appeared utterly normal as a human could be but well as the party would soon realize there is more to them than meets the eye.

Word Count| 2148

Link to [Part 02]

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[A/N]: I’ve been dying for a platonic!reader with the group even though I just started watching the animated series a couple of days ago. I apologize if at some point some of the character's seem out of character or I get something wrong.

Think of reader as the group’s Perrito or Groot in a sense.

I’m mostly making this for shenanigans so idk if this really has a plot or if this will be a couple of chapters ordeal.

This takes place after S2 of the show and I know next to nothing about what happens in Critical Role...

“Arghh! When are the others getting back! Grog hungry!..” whined the half-giant as he hugged his lower abdomen, his expression teary like that of a child as his best friend touched his bicep.

“Soon buddies, it shouldn’t be long now.” Pike assured with a smile that went away by the sounds of loud crunches heard nearby. “I’m telling you, this is the best sandwich I’ve ever made!” chomped Scanlan with a grin as he ate his meal while Grog growled at him, taking it that he was teasing him for his amusement.

“Gimme a piece!” Grog exclaimed with a lurch, trying to grab the food from him. “No! It’s not my fault you wasted your part of the gold on ale!” the bard argued back as he backed away from the bigger man’s grab.

“It was for good reason! I needed ale for my nuts-trucian!” the axe-wielder barked as he kept trying to take the sandwich from the gnome.

Pike could only watch as the two argued over the meal, Grog still trying to take the hoagie while Scanlan played keep-away.

She hoped it would not escalate.

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“This is taking longer than I would like,” huffed Vex with a frown as she and Keyleth watched Percy and her brother negotiate the bounty they had made.

“You tell me,” the air Ashari sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I just want to eat and… sleep.”

“No ale?” the half-elf questioned with a side-glance. “After the last time… no.” Keyleth nervously chuckled as she recalled their last drinking expenditure which ended mostly in vomit.

“But it was fun,” Vex teased with a nudge. “It was, the aftermath wasn’t.” she giggled.

“What, are we talking about our last drink?” interrupted Vax as he and Percy approached them. “You could say that,” answered his sister as she ushered them to leave to join the rest of the party.

Little did they know, something would change when they regrouped.

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“For the last time Grog, I said no—“ were among the words Scanlan used in an attempt to get through his friend’s mind but fell through as the half-giant was successful in getting ahold of his meal.

“Ha, ha!” Grog said in triumph though no before Scanlan used his magic to propel himself as he managed to grab it back. “You were saying…” he said with a smirk though faded as Grog quickly lurched after him to get the delicious sustenance.

“Buddies, no!” Pike came forward in an effort to stop the two.

“Mine!” “No mine!” they both yelled as they both had their hands on the hoagie. “Let go!” Scanlan hollered though not before quickly thinking to use his bard power in kicking the sandwich out of both their hands.

“Nooo... my food!” cried the light-blue skinned half-giant. “Ha ha, smart thinking Scan,” snickered the gnome praised himself.

“Not really since you kept it away from yourself. Now you’re just feeding the rats.” pointed out Pike as the other gnome began to fully realize what he had done. “Oh shit, no!” he exclaimed as he ran toward the direction that he kicked the sandwich.

“No wait that’s mine! I’ll still eat it!” Grog followed running after him. “We can literally make another sandwich when the others get back!” Pike called after them but her words fell on death ears as they vanished from sight.

‘I better make sure they don’t do something stupid…’ were among the cleric’s thoughts as she also ran after them.

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“Let’s see…” you whispered to yourself as you clambered down from the trash bins you had been searching in. “Not a bad haul if I do say myself [Y/N].” you said with a smile with your hands on your hips looking over the food you had managed to scavenge.

An orange looking fruit that was a bit mushy in some areas, some moldy bread, and the bone of a turkey leg with little chunks of meat here and there made up your score. You were truly feasting that night.

You slid down against the wall, grabbing the moldy piece of bread as you sat down to eat at last. Carefully you picked off the mold before taking a bite out of it, the staleness of the loaf entering your tastebuds as you looked up to the stars.

Normally you would have been chased off if people found you going through their trash even if it was for food, but tonight was the first time in a while that hadn’t happen.

‘Maybe my luck is finally changing…’ you thought with a small smile as you finished the last of the bread, though your stomach growled for more.

With only your name as the thing you truly knew for sure about yourself you had no idea who you were or where you came from as you wandered the land in search for… even you had no idea what you were doing.

Something you supposed.

But there was something inside you that urged you to go on despite your impoverished predicament you were in. So you had to continue, whatever it was.

That was until you heard a splat of something very close to you. “Ahh I’ve been hit!” you shrieked, thinking you were wounded as you felt something splatter on you, your eyes shutting close to brace the pain.

But you felt… nothing?

Carefully you opened one eye, looking around before looking at yourself to see if there was any sign of bodily harm on you. But all you found was a tomato slice on your cheek.

“Huh?” you uttered in confusion as you opened both eyes completely to look around at what had caused the noise from earlier and the origin of tomato slice only to find a somewhat squished sandwich on your right. It happened to land on the flipped crate you were using as a table to hold your dinner though now it was on top of it.

Seeing this as possibly a sign of some sort you quickly said a “Thank you!” before diving into the slightly pulverized sandwich.

You couldn’t stop yourself from slowly eating as you chowed down on the food, savoring each bite. Yet it was in your ignorance that you hadn’t noticed the rumbling sounds of something larger stomping close by.

“Hey let go of my sand—“ a loud voice boomed before feeling something grab the neck of your shirt as you were lifted to meet the eyes of a giant in your eyes. “AAH!” you screamed dropping the sandwich while Grog looked at you speechless at the sight of your scrawny form. He had expected to pick up a rat not a person which is why he cut off from speaking when he lifted you up.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was yours!” you quickly apologized as you averted your eyes from him. Grog said nothing yet kept looking at you. You had no idea what he was going to do to you so you kept talking.

“I’ll get you a new one! I’ll sell my uh, my arm to pay you back!” you squeaked, your mind in panic over the situation you were in.

“You better pay me back..” said a new voice.

You looked up to see a gnome coming up beside the giant with an even more pissed off expression. Though his expression faltered slightly when he saw you being held up by his friend and even more so when he saw his sandwich splattered on the ground.

“My sandwich!” Scanlan cried at his now wasted meal, his knees buckling in despair at the sight of its ruin.

“I’ll-I’ll pay you back too!” he heard you utter, though confusion crossed his expression at your words. “Why would you have to pay me back kid?” he asked as he rose to his feet.

“Because I was eating it and then he grabbed me and I dropped it!” you quickly said as you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Aww Scan, they remind me of Pike. Can we keep them?” Grog now held you to his chest which made you jolt as you thought he would crush you. Now you were just trembling in his arms.

“Look they even vibrate!” he added with a grin.

“They aren’t a pet, Grog. Besides, we would all have to decide.” the bard pointed out.

“Decide what?”

Grog and Scanlan turned to see Vex and the others join them with Pike leading the way.

“Buddies!” Pike said in relief before running over to meet them closer and it was then she saw you in the half-giant’s arms.

“Who’s this?” she asked questioningly as the others approached behind her. “Are they another person in a bounty?” Vax queried all the while looking you up and down.

“It doesn’t appear so…” Percy was quick to offer his judgment and he was proven correct when Scanlan said, “no it’s some kid Grog picked up that was eating my sandwich.”

The four of them expect Pike sent confused glances their way before the cleric sent them a “it’s a long story” glance at them.

“But I was saying we should keep them! They even vibrate!” Grog spoke enthusiastically.

“Grog they are a person not a pet.” Vex spoke with her arms crossed. “Besides they are trembling from fear not because they actually vibrate.” she stated as she took a look at you. “… unless there is a creature that can do such a thing.”

“None that I have seen,” piped Keyleth as she went forward to the half-giant. “Yes, with that said put them down, Grog.” ordered Vax as Grog groaned, disappointed before taking heed in his command.

You could feel the smooth stone under your feet as you were gently put down, though it didn’t stop you from shaking as you now head yourself. You felt your throat blocked off as if you had swallowed a frog as no words exited your lips.

“Are you okay?” asked the air Ashari as she sent you a comforting smile. “Sorry about Grog, he means no harm… most of the time.” Pike had joined in and also sent you a comforting glance.

But she tried to hide the true face she wanted to make at the overall state you were in. They all were trying to not show their pity.

You were dirty and obviously malnourished, a state no one should be in especially someone as young as you. Percy obviously saw himself in you and looked away when you felt his gaze on you. There were some things of the past that still pained him.

“I’m… okay,” you managed to croak out. “I’m sorry about your sandwich,” she turned to Grog and Scanlan. “I’ll pay you back—“ “No it wasn’t your fault. You had every right to eat it. Right Grog?” the bard elbowed the strongest member of the party.

“Oh right! Well since I can’t keep you, I’ll give you some money to eat!..” Grog looked to Percy and the twins in response as they caught on and quickly got out some of the gold they were rewarded. “Right, here’s your half,” Vax tossed him his portion of the bounty. “Mine too, I don’t mind.” Percy quietly added this time actually looking at you and sending an empathetic look to you.

You quietly gasped recognizing that he had also been in your shoes even though in your eyes he hadn’t looked like he had been. In that moment you were trying to figure out why they were helping you when you had done nothing worthy for them.

But your thoughts were cut short when Grog pressed the gold coins in your hand, you looking up to meet his brown eyes.

“I can’t accept this,” the words spilled out of your mouth. “This is yours… you might need it than I do.” you said truthfully.

“But we want you to have it darling. It’s a gift. Please take it.” came the soothing voice of Vex as she assured you.

“Yeah, take it so you can eat… maybe another sandwich,” offered Scanlan with a wink.

“We have to go now but please take care of yourself,” Vax spoke directly at you, your eyes locking to his. He wished they could help you more but they had to worry more on the journey ahead of them with Tal’Dorei at stake.

They could at least do some good along the way.

“Yeah, be safe.” Keyleth sent you another smile before leaving you to join Percy and the half-elven twins. “Who knows we might meet again,” Pike encouraged as she also left to join them.

“Bye my little pet,” Grog patted your head before leaving with Scanlan. They all waved at you before leaving the alleyway as you stood watching them leave.

However, the air around you seemed different as they disappeared from sight.

Something had changed within you.

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Welp guys. I am back again, going to try to work on some requests again

Spend the last days binging the Legend of Vox Machina and Hazbin hotel so I might actually also write something for that...

bonus points if anyone can guess who my favorite characters have been

[bollur]

Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something? (2/2)

[casually rolls back in with a smoothie] hi, so like, i know you just wanted my opinion, but i honestly loved this idea so much i had to get a bit more creative with it. i hope you don't mind!~

for everyone else, this was the whole thing: "Hey, so... This might be weird, but... I had this thought, and I kinda wanna share it with you and hear your thoughts. So... Percy and a female s/o, right? Well, female s/o is on a quest for revenge, just like he was, her quest for revenge taking place right after the Briarwoods arc, kind of showing Percy what he looked like to the outside world, but unlike Percy, she figured out really quickly that she wouldn't be able to do it. Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something?" well, here we are. no beta read, i die like the bitch i am. here's to hoping i still got it lmao

It was like walking on a wire.

Balance was vital in keeping things from worsening because it almost seemed there was no way to improve them. The evidence was in her eyes, her drive, and how she moved about like she were nothing but a cog in a machine. Percy wondered, at times, where she was going. She hadn’t been lost, no, not yet, but it was obvious that they were losing her.

Shame was a thing. It existed, and he found it quite often, especially looking back on the things he’d done and the way he had treated those he loved over it all. He had been a cruel man, all for the taste of his anger and revenge, and even with the demon gone, he found it something that now easily nested in his heart and fractured soul. He fought it constantly, battle after battle, and hated it so much—dragging it to the point that he often hated himself over it—more than he would ever admit.

That led to too many talks, too many sit-downs, and being watched, and while Percy was a foolish man who happily hurt himself and didn’t believe he deserved the life and love that was given to him, he couldn’t throw it away now. Did he hurt those around him? Yes, that point was obvious, but he tried. Gods above and below, did he try, all for the sake of them.

He still does because he knows the pain it would put on them if he were just to stop and just give up, no matter how much he wants to. He cannot let that happen to them, and certainly not with all they’ve put up with from him already. As much as he already felt it was wasted, there was too much work and effort put into him just to throw it all away like it was worth nothing.

They would keep working, and he would keep trying.

When he had something to work with, he became happier and less focused on his spiraling thoughts of isolation and pain, including others. Everyone always told him that he needed to slow down and take a break, and while maybe his body could, his mind was the opposite. He didn’t know how to shut it off, to empty it of those thoughts specifically, so for him, this was his break. It’s how he found himself focusing on her more than he already did.

There was never a moment, of course, where his mind did not wander back to her, no matter what horrors haunted him, and even in those moments, she was still found there, just in the worst of ways he never wanted to imagine. For all he could lie through his teeth and mask his suffering with squared shoulders, Percy would never lie about that. She deserved to know how much she was loved and treasured and how he turned to her like a plant greedy for the sun. He tried to bloom, as large and vibrant as he could, craving the attention she gave him amongst the field of many, wanting to ensure that he would continue to be seen.

So that one day, his fears would not come true, and he would not find himself so empty and alone without her.

Where was his sun going?

She was right here with him, beside him, but changing, darkening, and somewhere in her endless skies, the clouds were rolling in with a ferocious thunderstorm. Lightning cracked, splitting, and illuminating; in that light, he could see the lines in her face forming into a permanent fixture. He longed to reach up and smooth them away with a gentle touch. Percy knew, however, that healing was more than that, but it also wasn’t this route she had set herself to walk upon. There was a darkness in her eyes, clouding the fear that rested in the slight trembles of the hands and the thunder that carried in her voice to match the lion she acted as she roared.

It peeked out occasionally, those golden rays brightening a room when she was around those she loved, and the world seemed at peace once again, but they all knew well enough was dwelled below in that heart. He knew more than well enough.

Sometimes, he can’t meet her eyes, bring himself to face a mirror of what he had become—what he fears he may still be capable of becoming, and he hates that even more. Blaming himself, in some way, was the easiest step to take. If she had never seen, through him, what was possible, these would not be actions she would be taking.

If he would never have … If he would never have …

Well, that list could go on, couldn’t it? He could spend far too long droning on about the mistakes he had made, what he shouldn’t have done, and those were all things in the past—actions he could never re-step and creations he could never erase. He had to live and die with all of them, and watching her do the same to herself was something he had never imagined. In the end, would she be happy with her decisions? Could she live with them? Would it fill that hole in her chest and soul?

Would it only leave her empty and cold in those parts of the mind, still wondering and crying about why things ended up the way they did, driving her to this point, left with no closure and some of her humanity missing? She would still be bleeding and the wound unable to be found, and the past could not be erased.

No matter how much there is, blood cannot fill a hole with no bottom.

He can reason, at some points, that she should have been able to realize all of that with his experiences. She watched them, witnessed them firsthand, and saw the man it all left behind. If even a man remained in the gunpowder and smoke he trailed. She still existed, but for how long?

The talks the two of them had, do have, and he only finds himself more and more in the quick tongue, rising temper at the mention of the subject, the regret in her eyes as words spill that she doesn’t mean. He wasn’t so much of a fool to miss that she could tell what this was doing to him, and that was why she began trying to push him away, distance herself, and how that only hurt her more. Percy wondered, for her, which hurt more: the poison on the tongue that ate away at her or the isolation that rotted her soul?

Maybe she had an answer for that because, for as much as he tried, he just couldn’t decide.

The guilt tried to argue, as it did many times before, that if he just left, kept his nose out of it, she wouldn’t have that pain he gave her. It would be one less worry on her mind, one less burden on her shoulders, but he knows how much she's hurting beyond that. Love, compassion, and understanding were necessary, and she needed people. As much as she claimed she needed no one and could do this all alone, deep down, she was begging them to stay, to help and save her.

Was he projecting too much?

Perhaps that’s why he was scared when he saw her standing there, tall and determined, prepared to make a decision that would change her life forever. The boy who had lost everything, including himself, was standing there instead, and what could he do? Short of knocking her unconscious and pulling her away, which he had more than half a mind to do, he was taken aback by the pressure and thoughts; she could hate him for saving her, but for long would she be safe? Could she accept it completely this time, or would she try again, alone with no one at her side, and who knows then what would happen to her?

None of it healed the grief left behind, masked by the explosive emotions, only leaving it bare, exposed, and as strong as all hells. Where that grief might take her, along with the shame of her actions to those around her, the profound inability to want to live with it, he didn’t want her to go. At least not alone.

Please, take him too. Don’t leave him, not like this.

So, when time ticked away, the hesitation was present, and her shoulders began to curl in on themselves as they shook; looking at the person before her, he had to hide the way he physically felt himself start to soften. She couldn’t do it, and his breathing hitched the slightest, the weapon in her hand lowering inch by painful inch until it was hanging by a thread at her side. She held the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, and while things would be taken over for her, all he could focus on was gently taking that arm and leading her away.

“Come on, love, let’s go home,” he spoke in a hushed tone that only the two of them would hear, leaning close as she began to cry silently, stilly, with her back turned, barricaded safely by the others, “Don’t regret this path you chose.”

[cherubfae]

"gonna make you a daddy" || vox machina x reader

With Vax, Percy, & Scanlan

tags: smut, afab!reader, female anatomy, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, you're married<3, I'm not trying to show favoritism aaaa I just adore Percy sm 😭🥹, overstimulation, creampie, pussy drunk boiyos, I got the need for speed and the need to breed

Vax

Stopping mid-thrust, Vax's eyes widen. The breath stolen straight from his lungs. Pretty brown orbs search yours, glittering beneath the pale moonlight. Slowly he lifts your chin, bowing over your body to kiss your lips. A much more tender action than the unbridled way he'd been thrusting into you only moments prior.

"Are you sure, pretty?" Lips trail your skin, ghosting over your cheek to the corner of your mouth. Vax moans at your eager nod. "Words, baby. I need to hear you." His cock throbs deep in your cunt, making you gasp. He takes your hand, pressing a kiss where your golden ring adorned your finger.

Arching your back, you keen up at your love. "Yes, Vax-- my sweet Vax'ildan~! I wanna make you a daddy I--" A shuddering gasp ends your sentence. Vax presses deeply into you before pulling out and pressing your knees to your chest with a single large hand. His cockhead slips across your wet folds, tapping at your clit.

"Then we gotta make sure my cum takes hold, little raven." Vax yanks your lower half towards his pelvic bone, sinking into you with a single deep thrust. The night certainly had shifted the mood, but he'd argue for the better.

Percy

Cupping his face so gently, you beam up at Percy. "I mean it, love. I want to start a family with you."

A soft whimper crawls out of his throat, unable to focus on anything else but your living expression and the way you clench so tightly around his cock. His hand finds yours, pulling the sheets from your grasp so that he can twine your fingers together. Tiny tears bubble at the corner of his eyes, his arm sliding behind your back pulling you into his lap.

"An honor, darling. Let me look at you like this." Percy kisses you deeply, hips rolling into the backs of your thighs. With one hand braced across your shoulders and the other gripping your pace, Percy rocks into you with delicious fervor. An unmistakable gentleness to his touch.

The night ebbs on with loving strokes, slow deep thrusts and quite a few positions. There wasn't a lovelier sight that the moon light shining down on Percy's back; flexed muscles and a delicate sheen of sweet bared for your eyes only when he cums inside of you. Pushing it back into your cunt with thick fingers, he descends on you like a madman, tongue lapping at your clit. Those seafoam green eyes watching your chest heave with a desperate cry as you cum for him. Your legs are strained and tired but he isn't done yet. "One more, dearest. I promise I will be done. I need to make sure you're pregnant with my child. You can do that, can't you, baby?" He kisses your forehead, moving down to swallow your cries as he stretches you out on his thick girth once more.

Scanlan

A flushed hue coats his cheeks, a wide grin spreads across his face. "Fffffuck, baby, you serious? Yeah? You want to have a baby with m-me?" He swallows thickly, blush deepening. "Okay, okay. Don't need'ta tell me twice."

Scanlan smiles, a gentle tenderness in his silver-blue eyes. Kissing you deeply, his steadily pumps himself into you. Like a flurry, his hands are all over you. Unsure of where to find purchase but too eager to explore you; to leave no stone unturned. He breaks from the kiss with a low moan, a string of saliva trailing after.

With every outward dragging pull sends him thudding back against your skin. Creating an even pace, eyes drawn downwards where the two of you are connected. Scanlan is drunk on the creamy ring that coats the base of his cock that slides down his balls, staining the bedsheets.

He's lost track of how many times he came into you, how many times you clenched around his dick like vice-- all of it. All Scanlan can focus on is you sleepily tucked under his arm, his palm resting flat atop your tummy. You two have talked about starting a family for so long it almost feels unreal to finally be trying for one.

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[finn-writes-stuff]

Jack of All Trades (pt 2)

A follow-up to -this- post, with the rest of the party. The Original Request: Hello. If you're willing and have the time, I jumbly request a TLOVM headcannon for the team having an s/o who steals their weapons and tries to figure out to use them. What would their reactions be and would they/how would they teach them to use the weapons?

Percy, Vax, Scanlan & Grog x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Some credit to my lovely partner for giving me accurate info about their specific weapons. As well as a discussion on whether or not you can say Percy or Orthax invented Guns. -Finn

Percy

With anyone else in the party, there's a good chance you may have used a weapon like theirs before. But not Percy and his guns. These are his own inventions, new to Tal'Dorei completely.

They are also powered by exploding gunpowder. He is a little bit worried about letting you handle them.

Hearing a gunshot when he isn't causing it is a deep cause of concern for him, please don't steal his guns, just ask.

Percy will absolutely teach you! It's a chance to have his arms around you as he steadies your aim and stance.

He's a very...specific teacher. You have to make sure he doesn't get too wrapped up in the fine details. Keep him on track with how to shoot and he won't get way into the actual mechanics of the hammer of the gun.

Let him watch you shoot after you get the hang of it. He'll start to understand why you like watching him so much.

Vax

This man owns so many knives. He has a full-out collection of daggers. Hugging him is a dangerous prospect because you never know where one is hiding.

And with all the different daggers, it can't be that hard to steal one or two of them. How could he even notice?

Stealing them proves to be surprisingly hard. He doesn't store many of them, they always seem to be on his person.

But once you manage it, it's quite a lot of fun to handle a truly well-made dagger. In a fantasy world like this, every adventurer has held a dagger, but Vax turns it into an art and his tools reflect that.

They are also insanely sharp. Don't get too cocky with them.

He swipes them out of your hands when he finds you with them, and it's obvious just how experienced he is with handling knives. He can twist and spin them without a glance or a nick.

"Well, well, someone's got sticky fingers, hey love?"

He'll teach you how to throw them accurately and how to spin them without hitting your fingers. He will also tease you while you practice before you get the hang of it.

Scanlan

Scanlan doesn't particularly use a weapon! He's fairly strictly a spellcaster.

That being said, his instruments are likely the next best thing, particularly his lute. And that is his baby, best of luck stealing it.

If you ask him, he'll let you play it and he'll teach you during downtime. He will also serenade you for demonstrations.

He'll be annoyed if you take it without asking though. His music is a source of safety for him as much as a source of joy.

Let him teach you songs around the fire at night and serenade him in return. He won't stop smiling for ages.

Grog

Grog has had some...questionable weapons. Perhaps don't borrow Craven's Edge.

But borrowing his axe or his gauntlets is a world of fun. Even if they might not be well weighted for anyone who isn't as strong as he is.

You will quickly realize how much work goes into swinging his axe and it puts his effortless attacks into a very different light for you.

Grog laughs out loud when he sees you using his weapons, but it's full of fondness and affection.

Even if he isn't exactly academically clever, this is his skill set, he knows how to fight and he does it well. So he's a really good teacher as he corrects your stance and grip.

His teaching method also includes encouraging you to just swing at him, so you'll need a bit of courage and faith that you won't hurt him.

[innocent-cat]

Instead of Cassandra being taken by the Briarwoods from the acid chamber, reader tosses her back out with Vax and instead they both get hypnotized. Percy fighting his (not yet confessed to) love interest. Or he could fight her and Cassandra but that may be a bit much.

OH! Sylas makes Cassandra and reader try to kill each other in front of Percy.

i would LOVE to.

Percival de Rolo X Reader

Warnings - Cursing, violence, implied murder, control, kidnapping

"Please excuse my pathetic act of a rabbit.", Percy x Reader

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(A/N - Reader is not a doe. I just don't know how to address them.. doe basically means "A beautiful, delicate, sweet person.")

You walk distanced from Percy, sensing now likely wasn't the time to be excitable around him. The silence between Vox Machina was unbearable, and the air was thick.

He walked behind a women with one hand, who you had watched in shock, being held at gunpoint just moments ago. Percy achieving closure on who wronged him in childhood was something you saw as a positive, but you were on edge from the way he acted so quickly on it.

Yeah, sure, you had killed, and you've seen him kill before too, but it was different. Of course, the literal demon possessing him when he found someone who wrong him, such as Anna Ripley, was really the only time you froze when you watched him hold a gun to someone's head.

God that weird crow thing scared the fuck out of you.

All you could feel was anxiety swallowing you whole, a dark pit developing in your stomach. The team opting to not talk on the walk under the castle only ate at you more.

Of course, there was bickering between the group, but you tuned it out. Your arms encircled your body, as you tried to focus back on what was going on between the group.

You had all grouped into a strange room, that looked like it was used for what used to be a pool.

There's a box of white substance, sand like. Scanlan runs to it, threading his fingers through the potently smelling clump.

"We just hit the Jackpot! Does anyone have a pipe?-"

He lets out a groan when he's met with a slap in the back of the head from Percy.

"I'm fairly certain that would be a unpleasant trip. This is residuum. The pipes must carry acid for it's refinement process."

"It looks like they're making a lot of it." Vex pipes up to Percy's response, quick to conversation.

You subconsciously followed Cassandra, hoping she wouldn't be as awkward as her brother in the situation at hand. You walk up the stairs with her, and turn to see your group of friends with their backs to the two of you.

Percy was looking at his gun, seemingly shocked when you looked at him.

"Cassandra, do you know what this room is for?" You turned to her, expecting an answer. Instead, you make a 80 degree turn to the sound of Percy's shout, a sharp feeling of whiplash in your neck from your quick turn.

"Cassandra!"

She turns to you, the color in her eyes gleamed. Her arm stretched to a small button within the large, open wall. "It's a Vat of acid." She places her free hand on your shoulder, and scoots you backwards, into the hall that led forward from the room. You stumbled backward, grabbing onto air in an attempt to stop your fall.

Falling onto your ass, you begin to stand up, watching as she presses the plate. The doors slide close, dramatically slow.

"Cass! What are you doing?" Percy exclaimed, hands against the wall, his eyes flickering from you and back to his sister.

Chills run down your spine as you feel a hand on your shoulder. Percy feels his voice emptying when he sees the man behind you. Sylas Briarwood.

"Excellent work, dear."

Percy scowls at the voice, but remains still, knowing he can't do anything.

You quickly turn, and sharply elbow Sylas. Before you can do so, you feel your body reanimate. You no longer control yourself, and you go limp.

"Bit of a slow learner." Sylas laughed in your face.

You, or more like something, turns your body, to face Cassandra and Percy.

"Why are you doing this?" Percy cried out to his sister, still praying for her to turn back on her heels and tell him she would never do such a thing to him.

"You did this to yourself, Percy. The day you left me lying in the snow, choking on my blood like a hunted animal." Cassandra's voice strains, sounding like she's on the verge of tears.

You feel your posture straighten. Your hands fall to your sides, and you blankly stare towards them. You can't tell what you're looking at, but you know you can at the same time.

"My brother abandoned me." Cassandra squeezes her eyes shut, and turns with a scoff, storming towards you and the Briarwoods.

Percy stares back at his sister, mouth agape, and his eyebrows knitted together in sorrow, as she remained unflinching when their childhood torturers walked closer to her and you.

You continue watching Percy. Your eyes do not follow Cassandra, and that seems to be the only thing you maintain the right to. Your own eyes.

You watch him with sorrow in your eyes. You see him fall to his knees, hand to the glass, letting out a groan. He was defeated. Bested by his own emotions, he let out a cry. His tears fell, your stomach dropped.

Oh, how you wished you could run through the glass, hug him, and tell him it was all gonna be okay. Hold him to your chest, softly stroking his hair, whispering in his ear. But you couldn't. You weren't allowed to.

The Brairwoods rest a hand on Cassandra's shoulder, pushing the two of you together like they were standing for the 'world's most monotone family photo'. Sylas's hand on your shoulder, and Delilah's rested on Cassandra's.

"But they.. they welcomed me. They would never do what you did, brother."

The Briarwoods turned with Cassandra and walked away. Your feet stood, glued to the ground, undirected. You continued to look at Percy, begging the Everlight, to allow him to look into your eyes.

Your pleads were met. He looked up to you. You stared back at him, hoping he could read your emotion with just your eyes. His hands applied more pressure to the glass, but did not lift.

"Come on, little doe. We have a very important purpose for you today."

And with that, you forcibly turned on your heels. You walked naturally, as if it was to your own will that you followed these monsters.

Without Percy in your view point, you lost the strength to fight your animation. You slowly but surely began to lose focus, and just let the possession guide you to your demise.

//

(A/N This is Percy's little story without you(✯◡✯))

They stared at him, and he stared back. Their eyes were scattered, and they were scared. A last resort call for help, unable to use their own body. They turned on their heels, and walked with the Briarwoods.

Have I not lost enough, Lady Moirai? (A/N - plural goddess of fate)

The pipes begin clicking, and rats scatter from their homes within it. He continues watching them walk away. Waiting for them to turn back on their heels and tell him they would never do such a thing to him. That's all he asked for.

"Uh.. guys?" Keyleth panicked, watching a rat fall apart by her feet.

"There has to be a way out of this. Does anyone have a plan?"

"..Vex?"

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have a plan either!" Vex scoffed, panicking.

"Percy? A little help here?"

He remained unmoving, oblivious to his surroundings. All he could think about was how he let the both of them slip out of his fingers all over again.

"Right." Vex sighs. "Well.. stop the acid!" Vex desperately points to the pipes.

When twisting it with vines doesn't work, everyone panics as the acid rises higher. Scanlan brings his magic hand out, and everyone piles on.

Grog yanks Percy onto the the hand, as the acid rapidly rises.

//

(A/N back to you because I LOVE reader and 100% not because I don't want to write word by word)

You climb the thousands of stairs to the top of the ziggurat, your legs feeling like they would give out at any moment. But, you didn't stop. You couldn't.

"Little doe." Your head shot up towards the name, eyeing Delilah Briarwood.

"Step closer to me. I need you within the center of this circle. You are our sacrifice."

You walked towards her without exchanging words, stretching your arms out forward to her, wrist side up.

She took out her knife, and watched her clock move. She slowly and deeply cut into you.

The pain seared. You wanted to yank away, cry, scream, and kick like a toddler resisting their bedtime, but you couldn't, in fact, you didn't even feel your tear ducts swell. You remained resistant to the pain.

You showed no emotion towards the continued cutting. You hated it. It was deep, long, and would surely bleed you out like a lamb.

Delilah's head whipped to the left of her, eyeing the rapid footsteps climbing upon the stairs.

"God damn it. Those pests were supposed to be dealt with. You said they would be gone, Sylas."

"Don't worry about them dear, I'll take care of them. In fact, why don't we have little doe beloved and little sister beloved go in to take care of the last standing de Rolo?"

Delilah lets out a laugh, and brushes her hand upwards, pointing towards Percy.

You turn to him, waiting and watching as Sylas corners him. You jump down from the overview of him, between the two, prepared to body block a hit for Sylas.

Instead, you feel your body drag itself to Cassandra.

//

(A/N - Percy pov i need angst lol)

I pull out my pepperbox, aiming it upwards to the Vampiric monster dead ahead of me.

I'm met with his hand grabbing me, and tossing me to Cassandra and our reanimated cleric. They were butting heads. Their hands tightly locked into each other's, force differing as they pushed, kicked, pulled, and head butt.

"No! Stop this at once!" I fought against Sylas, pushing and pulling to no avail. His hands tightly gripped my arms together behind my pack, and he pushed me to his chest as he held my head with his free hand towards the most important people I held dear to me.

I'm a horrible person for not doing anything. If either of them spoke to me after this, I will have been dreaming.

I abandoned my sister again, and I couldn't protect the one I need by my side to cherish and adore.

They were fighting and bleeding in front of me, and I was useless to them.

They bled from head to toe. Their knuckles covered in both their own blood, and their opponent's blood.

Cassandra hacked up blood as the opposer punched her in the gut, releasing air, spit, and blood all over the fighter.

Cassandra gagged, like she was gonna vomit. She breathed and stared back at 'little doe'

She tackled them, bringing them to the floor, tagging multiple punches into them. Their face swelled and bled, while their mouth seeped blood.

Yet I couldn't do anything but beg pathetically for them to stop. For someone to make them stop.

"Please, either of you, now is not the time for this! Snap out of it!" I pleaded, struggling against Sylas.

Then, Sylas dropped me. The beloved and the Endeared stopped fighting, Endeared falling to her knees, and my beloved falling on their ass.

Both of them coughing and heavily breathing, they were suddenly conscious. Wide-eyed and shocked that they had lived to see the moment where they were freed.

Then, they looked to what Sylas was headed toward. Fucking Keyleth casting the sun inside of a cave.

The beloved lets out a cough as they laugh, hacking up more blood.

"Do you have enough energy to heal yourself, cleric?" I quickly begin fixing up Cassandra and they begin using their magic on both of them.

Breathing heavily, the cleric looks at me. Tears swelling in their eyes, they wrap their arms around my neck and let out a sob. Their whole body shook as they shifted their weight onto me.

"It's all going to be alright now. We'll be out of here free of sacrifice in just a few seconds."

The light emanates, casting upon Sylas as he burned away fighting Grog.

Cassandra stands up on her own, running after who could only be Delilah.

I pick up the wounded divine healer bridal style, holding them close as they hiccup and sob into my neck, scared to death.

I'll kill her.

Smoke wafts from my body, seeping to the ground. The scent of iron and gunpowder wafting anyone and everyone's nose.

"Per-Percy. No. Stop. Plplease." They pleaded to me, begging me to stay outside of the ritual room Delilah just entered.

I look down at them, my thoughts floating away. I sit beside the door, sliding against the wall, still holding them close.

My arms wrap around their body, holding them in a protective stance. Never allowing harm to come their way ever again.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." I quiver, remorse and regret evident in my voice.

"I love you." They respond, suddenly. It wasn't at all what I expected, and I paused for a moment.

Rubbing a circle into their back, I softly whisper back.

"And I you."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Deadweight pt6? I'm really curious to see where it goes!

⚠️Probs some inaccurate bits of the show cuz I have the memory of a fish ⚠️

It seemed as of late that something was definitely odd with Grog. You tired to bury your worry concerning the sword possessing extremely dark magic strapped to the Goliath’s broad back; However you found yourself giving a rats arse about your groups well-beings.

Ever since snagging it in the aftermath of your fight with the Briarwoods, Grog had only seemed to become more and more secretive with the rest of vox machina about it’s dark benefits in exchange for the blood of enemy blood.

It also didn’t help that Grog has absolutely zero subtlety when it came to the matter either.

He grew paranoid, looking over his shoulder whenever the sword would speak to him so when your eyes did meet his one day, he stood so straight you almost thought he might’ve possibly broke his back with the force behind his change of posture before he would loudly exclaim;

“I’ve got to take a shit.” Before bolting off elsewhere.

“He’s acting rather…odd.” Pike said but decided to shrug it off as soon as she said the words, not wanting to think more of it despite it being the only thing on her mind currently.

“I’d suggest keeping a close eye on him Pike, that sword is bad news, it’s corrupting him.” You said, just about ready to move away after sparing your two cents on the matter, uncaring if your warning would go heeded as from here on out, the fault would be hers and hers alone. Only to be stopped when the Gnome cleric wanted to further the conversation. “What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have to explain everything to you Pike, need you forget whom that Sword once belonged to.” Was all you allowed yourself to say before leaving the Gnome for a more secluded area.

You took respite near a pound that laid in a clearing within the woods not too far off from you set up camp. You sat yourself down near the edge of the pond, watching as fish swam, tadpoles were growing into their next stages of evolution and water lilies blossomed forth from it’s watery cocoon like a newborn butterfly.

It was certainly what you needed right now as the visions has gotten more frequent and occurring whenever you dared to take up the risk of attempting any form of sleep. So as you leant forward to get a better look at a particularly beautifully scaled fish swim by, you caught sight of your reflection and found yourself feeling from the pond; Pressing yourself against a tree trunk as a hand clasped at your armour clad chest, whilst you tried to regain breath from seeing that decaying, zombie-ish form your face took whenever you looked at yourself in anything reflective.

“I’d thought I could deal with these shitty jump scares overtime but I guess the fuck not.” You hissed to no one in particular as you let your eyes closed for a second though not before having to force them open again when you heard the cawing of a raven from way above in the treetops.

The raven, once it knew it had your attention, cocked its head towards the direction of your camp sight and you knew that the time to move had already came. So with a forced bow, you said; “as you wish my lady, time is of the essence and none it shall be spent I assure you.” The raven seeming pleased with your answer, flew away, leaving you to regroup with the rest of vox machina.

“We’re close to the next vestige if our information is anything to go by.” Percy said once you joined his side. “Then why are still standing here like a bunch of twats?” You asked, doing a headcount of everyone before coming across the glaring fact that a certain Goliath has yet to return from taking a shit.

“Grog still hasn’t came back from his shit.” Percy confirmed your thoughts which made you chuckle at how someone as smart as him was so easily duped, which made the gunslinger raise a brow at you. “I warned Pike about that damn sword, if you want to know why I find his excuse less then convincing, go ask her. I ain’t your damn parrot.” You said before adding in that you were going to go pack up your stuff for the travel. Percy could only sigh, running his hands down his face.

Soon enough you and the rest of vox machina made your way to the location of your next vestige; the sword knowing as Mythcarver. However it laid deep within a monolith looking structure that rose towards the sky like an proud pyramid that matched the one you saw within your vision upon first receiving your vestige.

Once inside the monolith like structure, you were greeted by Osisa’s mate would told you to choose between wounding him-a being who has never been hurt in his lifetime- or face a horde of a hundred monsters.

“100 monsters sound fucking sick!” Grog exclaimed.

“Or we could wound this mother fucker and make history.” Scanlan counters.

“Tell me Scanlan, how exactly do you propose we find a way that can injure a being who’s never been hurt before in his entire life?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders, “it sounds pretty cool but unfortunately it’s not going to be as historic as you make it out or be because,” you stop to wave your hands rapidly at the vast cold emptiness surrounding you, “there are no fucking historians to document this!” You added.

“Oh contrer my dear death blossom,” Scanlan cooed, “for you’ve got yourself a historian right here.” He says as he points to himself.

“Since when do bards constitute as historians?” You replied blankly.

“Since we’ve learnt to pick up a lute and learnt the art of story telling, baby.” Scanlan said.

“Alright that’s enough out of the pair of you,” Vex intervenes but as she was about to place her hand on your shoulder, you were quick to jerk away as though her touch would burn you even through the armour; therefore missing the hurt that flashed across her eyes and the smile slip off of Scanlan’s lips when he realised that the fun was ruined.

They both knew it was too good to be true to believe that you were finally staring to warm up to them. They knew they were naïve to think that a little bit of banter was going to change your mindset of them, to think that after your revival they could have a fresh start with you. Unfortunately for them, your revival only seemed have the reverse effect.

They just wanted you to come home to them but to you it seemed that the home they speak of was empty, cold and barren of any love for you.

The fight against Osisa’s mate wasn’t without it’s pros and cons;

Cons; you, Grog, Keyleth, Pike, Vex, Vax and Percy had all tried but all failed to even lay a scratch on the Sphynx in your attempts to wound him. Therefore finding yourselves falling into the endless void.

Pros: Scanlan defeated him with the power of emotional damage through a song made up on the spot about missing Osisa.

With Mythcarver now within your possession and with the location of the next Vestige revealed to Scanlan as within the Fey Realm. You were all just about as happy and as hopeful with the recent success rate of your collecting of vestiges which began to build confidence confidence in one day defeating the chroma conclave and restoring Tal’dorei back to it’s origin. However all of this hope was disrupted by the rude appearance of Umbrasyl.

“What’s this fucker doing here!” You roared as the dragon swooped Scanlan off his feet and took off into the air with Osisa’s mate hot on his scaled rear.

“Someone must’ve gave him an anonymous tip about the vestiges.” Percy said.

“They’re fucking dragons! What do they need the vestiges for!” You cried out, already envisioning how fucking stupid the chroma conclave looked trying to wield weapons made for the usage of beings far smaller then they.

“That’s a question we want answered right now.” Vax butted in as you all tried your damned hardest to rescue Scanlan. Only for it to be for nothing as Osisa’s mate died saving Scanlan from a deathly fall; All the while Umbrasyl managed to snag Mythcarver with his tail.

You were right, the petite sword looked fucking ridiculous held in the dragons tail that you almost could’ve laughed had your mind not be so transfixed on what this could potentially mean for all of you.

Things only went from bad to worse as Grog tried to hold off Umbrasyl whilst Keyleth readied the teleportation spell that would take you to the home of your next vestige. You could but only watch as with every incision Grog made on the dragon did the cursed sword grow bigger and the Goliath’s fighting style grew more and more violent and feral.

It all came to a climax when you were forced to watch as Pike was stabbed through the armoured abdomen by a distraught Grog. You had a sick feeling within your stomach at the sight of the Cerlic Gnome with a sword through her by the hands of her friend no less but you knew Grog was just as sick to his stomach as you were.

You couldn’t move, you were frozen to the floor. All you could do was scream as the teleportation spell had already been put into effect and began whooshing you, Vex, Vax, Keyleth and Percy off and away from Grog, Scanlan and Pike.

“No!!”

When you finally landed, you took immediate notice that you were on your own.

Percy, Vax, vex and Keyleth were nowhere to be found and you were for the first time since dying; scared.

[halcyon-writings]

(i watched tlovm, that’s my only excuse lmaooo also some wv references abound, plus it’s a bit of a doozy.)

nav.

-

if there was on thing you truly detested in this moment, was remembering that you still had sweet rolls stored away at the keep. you would have definitely preferred lounging around in your robe while eating them, not being here fighting for your life (again).

"percy, dear, you're truly one of my beloved friends and i value your companionship more than anything, but why the hell did anyone in your family not tell you about this underground shithole?" your tone is saccharine and you smile gently.

although your smile drops as you're quick to duck and roll out of the way from an incoming spell sent by delilah briarwood. the eeriness from the dark magic she utilized made a chill crawl on your skin. you could've sworn you heard screaming too.

your own spells could barely counter, but you were more focused on protecting your friends from the black magic than actually getting a hit in.

from the corner of your eye, you see scanlan running around, fuck, of course, he was silenced.

the glow of pike’s magic at least gave you the assurance that he was at least okay.

you try your best to make your way further up the stairs, bursts of red erupt from your hands, but they barely make a dent in the other's defenses. however, from what you can see, her expression unnerves you. gone is the smirk, replaced by a knowing one as she eyes your magic. she continues fighting with one hand, the other viewing a compass she had taken from a side pocket of her dress.

"welcome, herald."

you look at her confused.

"sorry lady briarwood, you must have mistook me for someone else," and you don't let her respond, gathering your magic and sending it her way in a wide wave (wincing as you feel yourself getting weak, nonstop magic use was, in fact, not the best thing to do before fighting on some temple that would summon something that could end the world).

she's disappeared from your gaze, and your eyes dart around searching for where she could have teleported herself to.

"you truly do not know of your role here?" her voice is but a whisper in your ear, and you just barely turn as her magic feels like a punch to the chest, sending you crashing to the floor some feet away. air burns your lungs as you wheeze. you just barely stand on wobbly feet, you see her dark magic headed your way, and while you brace yourself with your arms in front of you, you know you don't have enough time to cast anything.

you catch someone screaming your name. and you curse, closing your eyes.

but the pain does not come.

instead you see the magic simply stop before you. previously dark in color, you see it slowly turn into the magic you wield, the weariness that you had felt slowly fade away.

your eyes squint at the sudden brightens that comes from what you thought was nowhere, only to find keyleth standing, one hand on her staff and the other raised high- grog holding a struggling sylas and you have a feeling on what they’re going for.

only when you see the ashes of what remained of sylas briarwood, do you think that maybe you guys can win this.

-

okay... so maybe you were lying to yourself a little. with the now widowed lady briarwood locking herself away in some chamber, and nothing working so far as lock picking goes (even grog looked a little disheartened when his axe bounced off the door, sympathetic pats from you and pike helped slightly).

“alright,” you clap your hands, gathering the group’s attention, “how do we want to do this? because lockpicking, no offense vax, is not exactly working in our favor.”

“well if you all shut up and let me work-” he begins to retort, only for a sudden vacuum of air to throw the doors that had been previously impermeable shut, open. it sucks in debris of small rocks and bricks that were a result of the battle, but percy, who’s eyes you noticed were an eerie black, pushes forward.

various voices call out for him, only for the calls of worry to fall on deaf ears. you all needed to stop delilah from summoning this ‘whispered one’ anyway, but percy’s erratic behavior only served to up the ante on the pressure.

you share an uncertain look with keyleth, reaching out as you give her hand a gentle squeeze. “if you can literally become the sun,” you begin lightheartedly, “you can do anything.”

she smiled weakly, “yeah, yeah you’re right.”

there is no time for further conversation, as the glow of the altar only continues to progress and an unnatural lightning crackles around the lady.

you keep to the sides, as everyone remains in the center path, gaze strictly on what delilah focuses on, a... spinning orb? it begins to take shape of a distorted figure.

it’s familiar.

your palms sweat.

“so you have come to your senses,” delilah calls, “no matter, i will welcome the whispered one with or without your help.”

you remain silent, eyes only focused on the apparition. however you did it the first time, you pray you can absorb that magic again.

you don’t even realize that vex’ahlia shot an arrow that strikes the other woman in the back, without even looking at her direction, you continue forward.

delilah’s cries for the whispered one to reveal itself to you all go unanswered. her tone becomes desperate.

“this can’t be all there is!” she screams. you hear the shot of the pepper box.

then, you hear something calling your name.

in your trance like state, you simply, reach forward, and magic flows through you. so do visions.

destruction, emptiness, death. the whispered one is their progenitor. you see your friends, despite valiant efforts, defeated or dead. you’re nowhere to be found.

as you look around, you realize why you’re not there. because, as delilah had said, you were the herald. dutifully fulfilling your role in preventing anything from getting in it’s way. the obstacles? Vox Machina.

you could only fall to your knees in silent terror as you realize what you would do.

“-__!”

the magic continues to flow through you, until all that remains is the spinning orb. you feel something wet trickle down your mouth and towards your chin. but you cannot stop.

“____!!”

you look up, and your friends look at you concerned.

the spinning slows, runes grow surround it. you pray they hold up. you weren’t going to kill them, not your friends, your family.

delilah’s gaze is pure venom. but you don’t find it in yourself to care. the runes are done, the sphere is sealed.

you would not be the signal of the whispered one’s return, not today.

you step around the altar anyway, the unsettled feeling lingering in the back of your mind. stumbling on the last step as you fall to your hands and knees. you hear droplets onto the cobblestone, ah, it was your nose bleeding.

you’re given a hand by percy’s sister, cassandra, you nod gratefully as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand.

when you notice, you’re quick to move towards the twins and keyleth, kneeling beside them (oh your poor knees, you were truly putting them through the ringer today, huh).

your hand brushing against keyleth’s forehead as her breathes stagger. you curse yourself for getting distracted, you search your own bag for something, anything that could help your friend while pike heals her.

pike’s apparition disperses, and dread only gnaws at you all further.

you try and soothe her with your magic, only for nothing to happen, wisps of it barely touching her. even scanlan can barely conjure up the giant hand, as it seems to flicker in and out. carefully you all move away from the spinning death orb, runes still glowing brightly around it.

dark veins grow on keyleth’s skin as she’s once more laid gently on the ground.

so you try again.

to your relief it works, the veins recede for a moment, but as you pull your hands away, they quickly return as they went.

“i think i can hold off the corruption for now,” you warn, “you need to act quick.”

and with scanlan’s creative, for a lack of a better word, rhymes, what begins to heal her is a quick concoction of dirt and spit. you almost find yourself laughing again.

the respite, as short as it was, is quickly put to an end when once more, black smoke gathers around percy, his mask donned, and pepper box raised.

it’s keyleth, now conscious, who reminds everyone that percy isn’t himself.

“he’s not in control,” she murmurs weakly, repeating it for you all to hear.

“i know, i know, but right now you’re not in any condition to fight, we just have to trust them to get our percy back.”

she nods, her head droops slightly, you tilt her head back up.

“stay awake for me, kiki,” you whisper, her eyes flutter open. the two of you can only watch as a literal demon crawls from the smoke at percy’s back, taunting the group. your hands glow, ready to defend keyleth and yourself.

you make eye contact with scanlan, as the giant hand dissipates before percy can shoot at it again, delilah drops unceremoniously on the floor.

which is where you lead, using your magic to move delilah so that scanlan could aid the twins and grog.

the bard casts an illusion to hide you and keyleth while you do.

you don’t know anything about the demon that has taken the reins of your friends body, had you the energy, you’d gladly kick its ass (and possibly percy’s for worrying you all). you have no choice but to hope that he reaches his senses in time. lest he be lost to the demon forever.

-

all it took for percy was shooting himself in the foot, metaphorically of course. in a literal sense, it was his hand. the smoke dispersing in the air.

and you let the shield protecting yourself and keyleth drop, but a hand is still tentatively raised.

both briarwoods having been dealt with, whitestone was now free.

“so uh, spinning ball of death there? is that something we’re gonna talk about or what?” scanlan quickly points out, as you all prepare to go back above ground.

you let out a wheeze of laughter despite yourself, before it becomes a cough. percy reaches to grab a handkerchief or something for you, but you wave it off.

“what’s there to say?” you shrug, your voice raspy, “it’s sealed off for now, no one’s getting near it or touching it.”

“right...” scanlan looks only a little unconvinced but only just. you inhale, closing your eyes while sensing the runes still holding strong.

you open them again as scanlan tosses the pepperbox in the vat of acid, percy’s indignant squawk echoing throughout.

“do you know how long that took to make?? and the resources it took?” you could have sworn you saw a pout on his lips.

his arguments are proven naught, as the demon that had attached itself to him through that weapon quickly tries to escape the acid, only to burn away with it in the acid as well.

“well, i’ll be damned, thank you, scanlan.”

you and vax share a look, him using his hand to cover his mouth and you hiding a laugh with another cough.

while you all continued to trek to the above ground, you still couldn’t help but give the ziggurat more glances, delilah’s words echoing in your mind.

you sealed off the orb, yes. but you still felt uneasy. before you all left whitestone, you’d be sure to scour through the materials delilah had left behind. perhaps reading through them would give you the answers you needed, or at least a jumpstart.