#tlovm fanfic

[angelltheninth]

Meeting of Fates

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet cute, flirting, teasing, lots of innuendos

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I can't handle Vax being sad so this is how I will make myself feel better.

The tavern was always crowded and loud at this time of night, yet there was something about this one that felt more energetic then the rest. You observed quietly from behind the bar, taking in all the current patrons sitting, drinking, talking and laughing around their tables.

The atmosphere was the same as any other night. A little rowdy, loud, and very cheerful from the sound of constant tunes played by the bards. So what was this feeling crawling down your spine that had you in an invisible hold since your shift started?

You haven't pissed anyone off lately. You think. Hope.

"What's a man gotta do to get a drink around here?" Your focus was shifted from the glass in your hand to the tall, dark half-elf before you. He was leaning against the bar on one elbow, the other hand propped up on his hip and a cocky, and quite charming smile on his face.

He looked familiar but you couldn't quite place him. He was definitely here before though. You don't forget a face like that.

"Pay. Like everyone else." You answered unamused and set the empty, clean glass in front of him, "So what'll it be."

"Something befitting of a someone with my roughish charm if you please." He winked at you and tapped his fingers lightly on the counter.

"Tall, dark and sexy?" You threw his flirt right back at him, pretty experienced in flirting like this, "I may have something but it's pricey. Can you handle that?"

His eyes lit up in recognition of a challenge, a game, "I can handle anything you have."

You raised a brow, looking him over. He didn't look like he was hurting for money that's sure but he didn't look like he was swimming in gold coins either. You handed out your hand, "10 gold."

All the light seemed to drain from his eyes at the amount, "10? Gold?" You nodded. He slowly reached into his pocket and put down 20 silver coins, "I've got this and whole lot of enthusiasm. I'm sure we can settle on a smaller price."

"I never settle for anything small." You ran your finger suggestively over the length of the glass in front of you.

"Then you should avoid Scanlan." He added, his good spirits coming back. He looked down at your hand and repeated your gesture over the glass, "Come now, I'm sure we can figure things out. Just lower it a little for me. I guarantee I can pay you back, make it worth your while."

You sighed, "Look handsome, I'm sure you're amazing but if I gave every pretty person who walked in here low prices I'd have two things: a broke business and whole lot of notches in my bed. So far business if going good and I'm not desperate enough for the second one." You picked the glass back up and pointed it at him, "You're a regular so I'll let this one slide, you either order or you go back to... what ever table you sat at."

"How do you know I'm at one of your regulars?"

"Because you have a face that's too hot to forget." You answered honestly and reached for a cheaper bottle.

He winked at you again, his confidence now back in full force, "I could say the same to you. Why do you think I walked over here? Just to get a drink. Nah, I wanted to chat you up a little. Go ahead, no more tricks from me, just make me something tasty." His tongue rolled around the last word, eye brows wiggling as he slid the payment across the counter to you.

"I'm glad you understand. You're sexy but I have a business to run." You prepared his drink quickly and waited for him to reach for the glass, "But after I could give you a run." You whispered. His ears twitched at your words, and maybe another body part you couldn't see. You liked to think that it did.

He hummed, keeping eyes locked with you as he sipped his drink, "If you're as sweet as this drink then I'm looking forward to closing hours. By the way, the name's Vax."

Vax. A quick and easy name to remember. "Then I'll see you in a few hours Vax."

"I can hardly wait. Oh, and, what's this drink called?" Vax looked at the dark liquid swirling in his glass, tasting of chocolate and cherries.

"A Little Death." You answered with a big smirk.

"Tasty. I hope to have it again later." He raised the glass at you before giving you a little bow and turning to go back to his table. They seemed like a rather lively bunch over there.

Who knew your night would be going so damn well? Must be fate.

[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.

[katia-dreamer]

Vex shivers as they trudge forward through the snow. She reaches up to pull Percy’s coat tighter around her. It still carries a hint of warmth from his body and smells slightly like black powder.

One moment, she was complaining about being cold, and the next, Percy had put it on her shoulders. Then despite the fact he was clearly cold, he told her to keep it. It made her heart do something funny in her chest.

She has noticed that he has been very attentive to her since the tomb. What surprises her is that she sort of likes it.

She looks over at Percy, who is shivering even harder now. His cheeks and nose are a little pink. She walks over to him, falling into a steady rhythm at his side. “Percy, dear.“

He turns toward her with a look of something like shock. She had obviously startled him out of his thoughts. “Yes?”

“You are shivering like a leaf in the wind. Do you want your coat back?”

He looks at her and opens his mouth then hesitates. “Maybe. But if you are still cold, I don’t want-“

“No, I’m much warmer now, darling.”

He sighs, then says, “All right.”

She pulls off the coat and hands it back to him. She tries not to laugh when he burrows eagerly into it. “Better?”

“Much.”

Before she steps away, she spots a crease in the fabric near his lapels. She reaches out and smoothes it out with her hands. She smiles at him, and he returns the smile as a blush appears on his cheeks.

Percy clears his throat. “Perhaps we should catch up with the others. We’ve fallen a little behind.”

“Of course.”

His coat sits back on his shoulders, looking like it belongs there. Like it’s a part of him. As they walk on, she tries not to think about why she misses its warmth.

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Inspired by x

[staratie]

kinktober 2023

i’m going to participate in @chestharrington ’s Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober! all writings are nsfw.

week one: lovemaking

fandom: the legend of vox machina

pairing: percy x f!reader

week two: phone sex

fandom: stardew valley

pairing: haley x gn!reader

week three: exhibition/voyeurism

fandom: one piece

pairing: sanji x f!reader

week four: free use

fandom: the mandalorian

pairing: mando x f!reader

bonus: costumes

fandom: stardew valley

pairing: sam x f!reader

[blorbologist]

Wanted

[TLOVM season 2 spoilers up to episode 3!]

[Perc’ahlia / G / 1.4k / Cross-posted to AO3]

“So.” Percy leans as he walks, to better spy her reaction when he asks, “a rebellious phase?”

Vex, fiddling still with her retrieved feathers, quirks a brow. Undecided, apparently, as to if she wants to smirk or frown. “Something like that. Though I’m not sure poaching a monster qualifies.”

“Call it cunning, instead? But no, I was not referring to that.”

She really does wield those eyebrows like weapons. Aimed so precisely, arched with deadly intent. This one, nocked, wonders what he’s getting at. 

(A part of him laments that, caught in her sights, he could never deny her an answer. The rest of him wonders where the hells that came from. Put it back. It’s wiggling in his chest uncomfortably.)

“The wanted poster,” Percy explains. “The whole -” He waggles a finger over his right eye, ears, mimes twirling a chain around his wrist. It takes a gulp to draw a line around his neck. Hidden well, he hopes. (Probably in vain, knowing her, but she could always blame it on the cold.)

Her eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh, that! You forgot one part, darling.” 

When he hums an inquiry, Vex flips him off with a smirk. Percy snorts a laugh, drowned by the crunch of snow beneath their boots. Unclear, if he’s thankful for that or not - the sound was unbecoming his station. Gods, Cass would have a field day. But Vex catches it, and it draws that smirk into a more genuine smile, and. Well. He can live with the indignity. 

(What, and this is thought with heated emphasis, the fuck.)

“How could I forget?” he teases. 

Vex’s face pinches in thought as she picks around a log, stepping in Grog’s tracks. Percy is left to gangle over it lest he miss her reaction. 

“Forget, hm? Why did you bother to remember?” She waits for him. “Looking for a bounty of your own? You know, Whitestone’s coffers could probably cover our debt.”

He frankly hadn’t thought of that. “Maybe - probably not the best use of our funds, what with the rebuilding, the refugees, and the…” 

Dragons, yes. The dragons. 

The airy snowfall is heavy with the reminder. 

Vex sobers immediately. “That wasn’t - I’m sorry, that was in poor taste.”

“You were only joking, Vex,” he assures her. “I know.”

They fall silent. Vex might be listening in to the conversation up ahead - Grog describing with great reluctance the old man who apparently made a fool of him, Pike and Vax pressing him for details. Percy might want to, but he can’t, not quite. 

There’s still a voice, in the back of his mind, where the smoke used to be. It’s his voice, his own, a nagging little conscience that had been even smaller still when engulfed by the demon’s might. Chilling, still, to remember that. 

No: he’s listening to recent memory. 

(“Why would I listen to the cursed heir, who wallows in self-pity, begging to be trusted again?”)

He wants to fix things, badly. Somehow. Can’t: not Emon, not Vasselheim’s indifference, he can’t even pay off a bounty. 

A stray flake lands on his glasses. For a moment, Vox Machina ahead are framed and fractured by icy architecture smaller than he can fathom. Then it melts, and they’re a blur. 

Percy scowls to himself, huffing as he pulls his glasses off, fusses around for his kerchief in his coatpocket. There’s a tell-tale crackle of rucked paper, and oh, he can salvage this!

“Besides,” he tries. It comes out weaker than he’d like, so he gives it another shot: “Besides: I was not exactly memorizing the bulletin board.”

Vex gives him a little oh, curiosity clearly piqued. So he unfurls his prize with a grin. Her next oh is much more dramatic. He takes it as praise and warms appropriately - Vex is not one to dole that out lightly. 

He holds out the wanted poster with no small amount of pride. It’s torn at the top, from where it had been nailed in, still bearing a clean cut through its heart courtesy of Kashaw’s magic. 

“Percy, dear!” Vex gasps. She almost sounds impressed - or maybe indulgent. The thought should rankle him, but he takes it gladly. “Since when are you a thief?”

“Figured you could use a souvenir,” he says. As he’s talking, he realizes that’s a flimsy excuse for the uncharacteristic behavior, and adds: “Maybe they will lose track of the exact bounty without the reminder handy? Though I doubt they’ll forget your face.”

“So I’m unforgettable, hm?” She’s fishing for compliments: he sees the hook in her smile. (He’s very tempted to bite.) 

“Maybe.”

(Are they flirting? Is this what’s happening? What is happening?!) 

Vex gestures lazily with her hand. “Give that here.” 

Percy obliges, peering over her shoulder as she scrutinizes her likeness. It’s a touch difficult, with the angle, to compare her to the sketch. The mugshot has no trace of baby fat - how old were the twins when they went through this phase? He casts a furtive glance at her ears - the divots where piercings could go exist still. He’s also close enough to see that. Shit. 

“They didn’t get my nose right,” Vex complains, thwacking the parchment with the back of her hand. 

“I’m sure we can go back and leave a scathing review of their portraitist.” She giggles. “Is the rest accurate?”

Percy, loathe to admit it, wants to know. Very badly. 

Vex, oblivious to how he’s schooling his features, nods. “Oh, mostly. I don’t think I had any tops showing that little cleavage, though.”

Percy sputters. “What-”

She elbows him in the side. “Kidding.” A wink. “Mostly.” 

While Percy wrestles with his vivid imagination (he was perfectly willing to believe he’d imagined the smoke demon offering very detailed inspiration - this mind is a wretchedly creative thing), she continues: “It’s pretty much as I remember it. Very punk - it was fun, but not helpful for finding work. Catch more flies with honey than vinegar and all. Though Vax never really grew out of it.”

Percy squints at the dark shape ahead, arguing now with Scanlan about which way to go. “You don’t say.”

There’s a smile in her voice: satisfied, and perhaps smarting still. “We weren’t exactly the sort mommy dearest would approve of. Still aren’t, really.”

“I’d beg to differ.” Except he can’t, because his - Percy swallows so hard he feels it in his teeth. “Heroes of Emon, and Whitestone. Soon Tal’Dorei itself.”

Vex goes quiet. Not the easy lull of breaths and walking - striving for silence, to hide. Percy pauses, confused, and gives her time to unfreeze. 

“It’s strange,” she says, more to herself than him. It almost feels like a private moment, despite their ongoing conversation; Percy scrutinizes his boots. “Not used to being wanted, you know? You saw how it was, back there. Vax and I have rarely been popular, especially not as little punks.”

When he next looks back to her, Vex is whittling at him with her eyes. “Why the interest, darling? Want to give the look a try?”

He thinks of smoke and a hot gunbarrel and black powder. Shivers. “Not really, no.“

The truth of the matter is: he swiped the poster on a whim. No carefully considered advantage was to be gained, justification found only in hindsight. Because there was something about Vex with the piercings and the teardrop tattoo and the choker (the choker) that made him incredibly stupid in the moment. 

He’s Percival de Rolo. He’s never stupid. He can’t be stupid. Why is this whole thing making him stupid?

(Like he said - not stupid. He knows damn well why and hopes it will pass him by and quickly, before he does anything idiotic.)

(He just… wanted it.)

(Wanted her?)

(Oh, dear.)

“The tattoo.” He almost blurts it out - barely, barely it comes out casual. “Does Vax still have the gods-awful thing?”

“I think so,” Vex says. She grimaces. “That really was a look, huh? Too much eyeliner, made him look perpetually sad.”

“So sad,” Percy agrees as Vax hollers, “What about my look?!”

Falling snow slowly speckles the parchment with weak moisture as they heckle Vax, until a brief game of keep-away ends with it skidding over the snow by behest of the wind, lapping melt as it goes. By the time Percy catches it, half the twins’ faces are bleeding smears of black ink. 

(He’ll think of that image, later.)

(Later.)

(For now, they laugh and brush off the snow and continue on. Percy, warm despite the snow up his shirt. And trying very, very hard not to think about that choker.)

[vaxxy-the-raven]

Just posted a new Vax'ildan character study, not canon compliant but has possible spoilers for people new to Campaign 1 or TLOVM.

With a hint of Vax'ilmore, it's called "Pretty Boy" - check it out over here on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55413202

[pootaku]

Vax'ildan x Keyleth FanFiction

okay so ahem, I did it. I wrote a Keyleth x Vax'ilan smut with wings in it because how could I not after seeing his fucking glorious wings.

If you wanna read it, it's on Ao3 link down below.

Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed while writing it, oh and it's spicy 🌶️ hehe.

[justafandomgvrl]

So Im a sleepy gal and often in severe pain. So I thought I'd write my new DnD character in Vox Machina as a S/O for Vax....

Pairing: Vax x Fem OC Venlynn, an elf but no real descriptors used so can be a reader insert

Slightly enemies to lovers. Then fluff. First kiss. Arguing. That kinda thing.

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"Just fucking leave me alone!" Venlynn snapped. Vax scowled at her but didn't argue, vanishing into the forest without a word to anyone. The rest of Vox Machina exchanged looks. The two had never gotten along but it had gotten worse the longer they were on the road. Vex looked after her brother in worry, wanting to follow him but knowing far too well that he needed time alone after a fight with Venlynn.

"I don't need your help, Vax'ildan." Venlynn said coldly, her hand pressed to her side as she refused his help with an injury. Vax's face set in stone, jaw clenched and brows narrowed.

"Just admit it, Venlynn. You're injured. You can barely walk. So let me help you." Venlynn's glare deepened, twisting her features.

"I said I don't need your help." She managed through gritted teeth, shoving her shoulder into him as she walked past, ignoring the pain flaring through her body. Vax grunted in annoyance, storming off ahead of the group. Vex followed quickly to check on him.

"Brother?" She said, her hand on his shoulder. He pushed her hand away and just kept moving. "Vax, she isn't intending to be so harsh." She tried.

"Yes, she is, Vex." He said simply, activating his boots of haste and vanishing ahead to scout alone. Vex sighed, returning to the others.

Venlynn's cries of pain could be heard throughout the night by the twins on watch. Her injury had never fully healed, despite eventually allowing Pike to try. The blade she had been sliced with had been cursed, they later found out, and she would likely never fully recover. Vax's jaw clenched tighter with each new noise coming from her tent. The whimpers eventually subsided into soft, tired sobs, and finally silenced as she managed to drift into a troubled sleep.

"If you keep clenching your jaw like that you'll break your teeth." Vex said and Vax swallowed, his jaw relaxing automatically. He sighed, looking over his shoulder towards Venlynn's tent. "I know you think she hates you, but she acts like that with all of us since her injury. I truly don't think she means anything by it." Vex added. Vax shook his head.

"You know she's worse with me, sister." Vex couldn't find a good argument and the conversation lulled into silence. The group moved on come sunrise, everyone pretending they hadn't heard Venlynn's cries through the night.

Vax and Venlynn found themselves separated from the group, trapped in a cell - belonging to someone who had been following Venlynn since she left home - with none of their belongings. Venlynn gritted her teeth, facing one of the walls as she leaned on it with both hands, trying to shake the pictures of the walls closing in on them from her mind.

"How are you coping?" Vax asked, acutely aware of how she felt in tight spaces, let alone how she felt about being so close to being forced to return home.

"I'm perfectly fine, Vax'ildan." She spat, her lip curling.

"Stop fucking lying to me!" He snapped back, his eyes narrowed as he forced her to turn around and look at him, gripping her shoulders.

"What do you want to hear? Why are you so hell-bent on me admitting that I'm suffering? Is that what you want? Yes, I'm fucking suffering!" She finally exploded. "I get that your group saved my life. You all have your own shit and I refuse to fucking add to it by laying my problems on you! Why does that irritate you so much?" Her nostrils flared as she spoke, her ears bright red but her shoulders were relaxed under his hands.

"We want to help you, you dumb arsehole." Vax said, all the malice gone from his voice. His grip on her relented but he didn't remove his hands. Her eyes widened as a flash of pain rippled through her side and she forced herself back against the wall, not wanting to lean on him.

"I can't owe you any more than I already do." She relented, crumpling down the wall to sit down, her breathing growing laboured as her pains grew worse. Vax felt something stir in his chest and he sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against his side. She tensed up for a moment, not used to anyone but Pike having a gentle touch.

"You don't owe us anything, Ven." He murmured. "We just want to help." He repeated. Her body gave in against her will, letting herself curl up around him to try to ease the pain. Vax pulled her in closer, holding her as though she could shatter at any moment.

It took a few hours for the group to find them and break them out. Vex stared in quiet awe at Venlynn, fast asleep, her head on Vax's lap, her arm curled tightly around his leg and one of his hands running through her hair, the other gently rubbing her back. He looked up and put one finger to his lips, carefully manoeuvring her so he could pick her up without waking her.

They weren't necessarily close after that, but the biting remarks subsided. It would take another day of forced closeness - and luckily, Fate had a plan.

Venlynn found herself scouting with Vax as other than Pike, he was the only one to calm her from her attacks of pain. Venlynn didn't know why he'd asked her to go with him, but she found that she couldn't say no to his small smile.

"Stop!" Vax warned but it was too late as Venlynn stepped onto a trigger. He dashed to her but only made it in time for them both to be caught up in a net and strung up from a tree.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, the two of them tangled together. "I just, I didn't see it. I'm sorry." She repeated. Vax shrugged as best he could, the two of them pressed together.

"Could've happened to anyone." He said, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked away from her. They both grew silent for a few minutes.

"Why did you ask me to come, Vax? Surely Vex would have been better." Venlynn asked. Vax turned to look at her, the flush gone from his face.

"After the cell, I suppose I like your company." Venlynn snorted.

"You suppose?" She laughed, the first time Vax had properly heard it from her. He wanted to hear it again.

"Fine, fine. You're good to be around, now you don't cuss me out every five minutes." He said and she rolled her eyes, chuckling quietly.

"How long will we be stuck here?" She whispered, the reality of the net wrapped around them sinking in as she felt it press into her back and sides.

"Oh, not long at all," Vax said with a grin. "Can you reach my dagger? I can't quite twist enough." Venlynn gulped and slipped her hand inside his cloak, fumbling but eventually gripping his dagger handle and passing it to him. He sliced through a few portions of the rope and slipped out, cutting her down the instant he touched the ground and catching her as the net dropped. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him. "You doing okay?" He asked and she hesitated. "Injury?" He checked and she nodded. "We can rest for a while before we go back to camp." He said, his voice soft. Venlynn opened her mouth to argue but no sound came out. Vax moved them into the trees and lowered himself to the floor, holding her close to him and gently massaging her shoulders.

Venlynn found herself looking at Vax properly, for what almost seemed like the first time.

"I never thanked you." She realised. "I thanked the group as a whole, but never you. And it was you who saved me." She whispered, pulling herself out of his grip and staring directly into his eyes. "So thank you. You saved me life. And you gave me a new one."

"Ven..." He murmured, his hand coming to rest on her cheek. "You don't need to thank me. Saving you is one of the best things I've done with my life." Her gaze flitted from his eyes to his lips before returning to his eyes. "If anything, I should be thanking you."

"What are you talking about -" the feeling of his lips on hers interrupted her. Shock ran through her body. He pulled away upon feeling her tense up and began to apologise profusely. Venlynn pulled him back to her, her breath on his lips as they hovered a millimetre above his. "Can..." She swallowed nervously. "Can you try that again? Now that I'm expecting it?" She whispered and he sagged with relief, closing the gap and pressing his lips against hers again. Her eyes closed at the soft pressure, returning the kiss and letting her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers lacing into his hair.

When they returned to camp, the change was obvious. His arm was around her waist, his hand resting on, almost gripping her hip, holding her as close to him as possible whilst still able to walk efficiently. Scanlan cheered and held out his hand, Pike reluctantly handing over five gold pieces. Vex smiled to herself, looking forward to teasing Vax about it when they were next on watch.

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Okay this ran away with me. Wrote it at 1am with barely any sleep and theres way too much dialogue, I haven't written fanfic in an age, but if you liked it then interactions would be greatly appreciated!

[ninja-kitty-more-like-no]

Can I requests a Vax’ildan prompt? In time with canon LOVM

They get one good night's sleep once they get back to Whitestone, before all hell breaks loose, and Vax intends to spend it passed out on the squashiest mattress he can find.

Vex gets there first.

"I'm not sharing with you," she tells him. He makes big, round eyes at her while she slings her bow over the back of a chair. "I'm not. You smell bad. I don't even like you."

Vax makes an even sadder face. Vex flops onto the mattress.

"You're getting blood on the sheets."

"FUCK."

So they're at an impasse, the stubborn shits. Vex can't get off the bed without it being stolen. Vax can't leave the room in case Vex gets off the bed. They're reduced to glaring at each other and slowly watching blood seep into the fine comforter. Vex rolls onto her stomach. Vax twirls a knife idly, glancing away at the setting sun through the window. "I do not smell bad," he mutters quietly.

"Yes, you do, you have got to wash that fucking armor."

He makes a face like he's been kicked. "I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" She picks her head up. "Pike washes her armor all the time, that sounds like a skill issue, hones--"

"It doesn't come off."

Vex gives him a very dangerous look. "What do you mean," she asks slowly, "the armor doesn't come off?"

"I tried, it's welded on or something."

"Have you asked for help, or--"

Vax raises his eyes skyward, clasping his hands together. "O, my Lady, do help me take off my fucking clothes, they're becoming quite an issue and I could really use some help--"

Vex throws a pillow at him, which he dodges smartly and then scrambles to clutch it to his chest so she knows she's not getting it back. "I haven't tried since the fight, but it does seem to clean itself, so..."

"No it does not, you smell like a funeral." She draws her legs up and rolls onto her side to keep watching him. Her boots are getting mud all over the comforter. "Or like that shitty wine father used to keep in the basement."

"I smell fine."

"You smell like shit." She sighs, throws an arm over her eyes. "You really can't take it off?"

"Do you think I'd be wearing it right now if I could?"

Vex's face does something strange, half-obscured though it is, and she sits up and shakes back her braid. "You trust her, though."

"What, the Matron?" He leans back on his hands, thinking about it. "I mean, yeah. I trust Her."

She can hear the capitalization. Vax didn't ever capitalize the Archeart's name when he had to speak about her back in Syngorn, and Vex isn't sure what she believes in these days, but it's certainly not the creepy fuck who's trapped her brother in a leather breastplate. He's not supposed to smell like lavender and old wine, he's supposed to smell like polish and leather and dust-- he's supposed to smell like Vax. She barely keeps her lip from curling in disgust.

Vax watches. "You don't have to like Her," he offers quietly. "You don't even have to like that I like Her, Vex, it doesn't have to be a big deal."

"It feels like a big deal."

He stares at her levelly. "She's not going to take me away from you," he tells her, and she wants to believe him. She wants to. "I did it for you, Vex, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I'm still me."

"Promise."

"Hm?"

Vex looks through him, towards the wall. "Promise you won't go anywhere and we can share the bed."

"I promise."

She scoots over, makes room for him without meeting his eyes. "You still smell like shit," she tells him as he gets up and tests out the mattress next to him.

"Yeah." He kisses her forehead. "Love you too, Stubby."

[burr-ell]

to bear a heart

Trinket was, despite himself, incredibly confused.

Bears, he would have you know, are actually very intelligent creatures, the sort you could easily go on adventures with, Scanlan. He always understood what the People in his family said and what they were doing, sometimes probably better than they did. Maybe he couldn’t fix a complicated weapon or make his own armor, but he was still quite clever—smarter, even, than the average bear, traveling with people who were (in his expert opinion) smarter than the average party.

His Vex was unquestionably the smartest out of all of them—not just because she was his Vex, but because she clearly kept them all together. She was so supportive of everyone and made all their plans to get them out of trouble, and she was so brave! It was a heavy burden to carry, but she did it well—like a mama bear with her cubs, almost on instinct. Trinket was very grateful to have her, and especially grateful that she knew she could confide in him when she felt overwhelmed. His only worry was that he’d seemed to be the only one she talked to like that, because even Vax didn’t seem to understand all the things Vex worried about (and it was a lot.)

But now she’d found somebody else, and Trinket was so glad for her. Maybe Percy was an odd choice in confidant, at first, but it made sense the more Trinket thought about it. He used to be more aloof, and Trinket hadn’t known what to make of him at first—but Percy had a kind, reliable heart beneath all the sternness, and he was always duly respectful. (One time Scanlan accidentally lost his pants again, and Percy had immediately covered Trinket’s eyes. It wasn’t like Trinket needed protection from such things, but there was only so much of Scanlan he ever wanted to see, and Percy was very considerate to think of it.)

And ever since Trinket’s family got back from Whitestone, there had been something different about Percy, and Vex really liked talking to him now. Trinket had seen them chatting over meals and walking together in the hallways, sometimes about silly things and sometimes with quieter, sadder voices with hands on shoulders or holding each other's arms. It was always so soft and admiring and affectionate, and Trinket was always so happy to hear it because Vex deserved to have everybody talk to her like that.

But the air between them had gotten more and more nervous, like they were building up to something, and it felt like the worried twist in his gut and the tension in his muscles right before a battle. They both seemed almost like they wanted to say something really important but were stopping themselves. Which was why he was incredibly confused.

Didn't they want to be mates?

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[rexsjaigeyes]

A trio's tryst

Vax'ildan x female reader x Percy | NSFW, 18+

Words: 4k

Content: threesome, pegging, oral sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, cum swallowing (Percy does it), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger-fucking, multiple orgasms

A/N: just dropping this here while i'm still on hiatus 🙈 i'm not done with S2 yet, so this is more in-character for S1 Vax and Percy. also this is crossposted to AO3 if that tickles your fancy. enjoy 😌

You’re not sure how it came to this. In your foggy recollection, you believe it was a stupid little bet that started it all. But you’re not going to complain about the silver practically stolen from you due to your quick loss. Not when defeat means the slick slide of your strap-on inside Vax, and the heavy weight of Percy’s leer as he sits not too far away.

The inn Vox Machina chose for the night is not much better than the usual run-down, shithole joints the party has previously stayed at. With paper-thin walls and the reek of booze permeating nearly every hallway and room, it’s not the sexiest spot for a tryst like the one you’re having now. But even Percy doesn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable setting tonight. And Vax certainly has no complaints.

The half-elf’s tangled brown locks frame his head like a halo on the bed—the perfect complement to the way he holds your gaze, as if he’s unworthy of being touched by a deity like you. His face scrunches in pleasure, trying his hardest not to come undone already. Another steady thrust, and those breathy gasps of his that you adore so much start to grow in volume.

A smug chuckle snaps your attention to the stool on your left. The dim light of the room only illuminates the bed and one other wall. You only catch the glint of Percy’s glasses for a split second before his entire form disappears back into the shadows.

“Any louder, and the whole damn inn will know what we’re up to,” he says. Even with his face hidden from you, it’s clear Percy’s teasing words are only directed at you. He doesn’t bother to address Vax right now because he isn’t the one calling the shots tonight. “I suggest you keep him quiet, dear.” 

Faintly, Vax grumbles a curse beneath his breath, as if the gunslinger’s presence annoys him. But his frustration is only a charade. You all know how Vax occasionally enjoys the special brand of humiliation only Percy can dole out in his signature methodical fashion.

Percy didn’t mention how you should go about keeping Vax silent, but your mind already conjures various ways to do it. With a sly grin, you press one hand to Vax’s cheek, your thumb briefly brushing across his bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” you whisper. He wastes no time in complying, his pupils somehow growing even larger as two of your fingers slide inside his mouth. “Now suck,” you demand.

Satisfaction takes root deep in your belly while Vax groans around your wet digits. With his immodest noises muffled now, your ears become more attuned to the sharp slap of skin on skin and the obscene slippery sound of Vax’s tight hole taking you deeper.

Percy’s clothes rustle nearby as he readjusts on the stool. You almost miss the soft grunt accompanied by a gruff “fuck” muttered from your left, but your senses feel hyper-aware now. Tingles run along your body with each measured thrust you make and the way Vax’s lean muscles begin to tense beneath you.

You’re getting tired—still slightly unaccustomed to the strength and stamina it takes to thrust a fake cock for this long. You slip your fingers from Vax’s mouth to make a determined path down his straining body. Sweeping past the hard planes of his chest, and then his stomach and hips, your fingers land along the base of his cock. Despite Percy’s previous instruction, he seems to revel in the choked cry that escapes Vax’s lips as you wrap your hand around his length.

“De Rolo,” Vax says through clenched teeth, “quit your giggling in the dark and come here.”

His words make both of you laugh, but you’re in silent agreement with Vax. If Percy doesn’t get his ass over to the bed and touch one of you soon, you’ll spend the rest of the night giving him the cold shoulder.

“As you wish, little bird,” Percy replies with a smirk while emerging from the darkness.

His slender frame towers over you from beside the bed, and he presses one hand to your hip, giving you the extra leverage you need to continue thrusting. Your stomach tightens when he wraps the other hand around Vax’s cock, mirroring the way you’re stroking it while his fingers slightly overlap yours in an intimate caress.

Vax rolls his eyes, although it’s hard to tell if it’s in annoyance or maybe from the pleasure coursing through him. “You know I hate when you call me that,” he argues with a less-than-convincing whine.

“Is that right?” Percy’s thumb lightly squeezes the head of Vax’s cock. Your breath hitches at the sight of his finger slowly swiping the precum beading from the tip. “It doesn't look like you hate it that much.”

Vax seems unable to respond, his fingers fisting the bedsheets and sweat starting to glisten across his chest. He writhes beneath you but still tries to meet your thrusts while bucking his hips up into the pair of hands on his length. Seeing him so vulnerable and desperate makes liquid heat pool between your thighs, and you briefly wonder if you could come from the sight of him alone.

Percy steals your attention, releasing your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you into a bruising kiss. Your breath escapes your lungs in a whoosh, but you’re grateful for the rougher way he handles you. It’s a stark contrast to the way Vax usually worships you. But you know that Percy will only be as rough as you want him to be—and his calculating nature means he always knows exactly where you’ve drawn the line. 

He smiles against your lips when you pull away a little and gasp, trying to chase the breath he stole from your lungs. Between your thrusting and Percy’s wild affection, you’re sure you’ll suffocate before the night is over.

Percy hums in mocking contemplation as he looks back down at Vax. “He’s right on the edge,” he says, far too satisfied with each pathetically loud whine Vax makes as he tries to hold back his orgasm. “Let’s make him come, together.”

You nod, biting down on your lip as you thrust as deep as you can. It takes a decent amount of concentration to find the right combined rhythm of thrusting and stroking Vax’s cock at the same time. But you follow Percy’s lead, allowing him to guide your hand up and down Vax's shaft while you focus on thrusting a bit harder.

In your distracted state, you jolt when you feel Percy’s other hand slide up your body. You’re frankly jealous of how collected he seems right now, whereas you and Vax look like wild animals. But you also feel a fresh wave of arousal at how effortlessly he can affect both of you. Percy’s hand moves to gently massage your breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple while Vax writhes with the force of his oncoming orgasm.

Without so much as a warning, Vax shudders and moans before spilling onto both pairs of knuckles and his own taut stomach. You mutter a curse under your breath at the sight of his pulsing cock, and you feel hypnotized as you spread a bit of his cum around his cock.

“Shit, Vax,” you say in slight disbelief, your voice breathy from how turned on you are. “You made quite the mess this time.”

A cute blush graces his cheeks in response, enticing a kiss from you before you carefully slide out of him. Rolling over on the bed, you undo the buckles of your strap-on and lazily throw it to the other end of the mattress. You expect the three of you to take a quick breather now, but a soft whimper draws your attention back to the pair of men. Percy hasn’t stopped touching Vax’s aching cock. He continues to stroke him at an even pace, causing Vax to tremble from the sensitivity.

“A-ah, please,” Vax cries out, his fingers gripping Percy’s wrist.

But you know that he secretly loves the overstimulation. That’s why he’s not using his strength to yank Percy’s hand away or scramble out of his reach. Instead, his comically pouty look gets directed at you, and Vax tries again to beg for something he hasn’t decided yet—either for mercy or for more.

“Use your words,” Percy snaps. His low growl sends shivers down your spine, even though the command is not for you. “What do you want, Vax’ildan?”

Vax gulps, closing his eyes and taking a second to collect himself before returning his needy gaze to you. There’s no mistaking who he’s speaking to when he whimpers, “I need more. Please let me taste you, darling.”

Anticipation lights a fire in your chest, and you’re itching to give Vax exactly what he wants. But you glance at Percy first, waiting to see if he’ll agree.

Percy grins at you, and you can see a devilish plan beginning to take shape in his mind. “You heard the man,” he says before giving you a nod of permission.

Eagerly, you crawl to the top of the bed and press a gentle kiss to Vax’s awaiting lips. He groans into your mouth, obviously desperate for the moment when your thighs settle along either side of his head. But as you begin to brace your hands against the headboard, Percy’s tut of disapproval cuts in.

“No, no,” he chides from behind you. “Turn around and face me instead.”

You turn above Vax’s increasingly impatient mouth, being careful not to accidentally kneel on his long hair, and wait to lock eyes with Percy before taking a proper seat. Vax’s slender fingers grip your hips near-painfully, but you feel satisfied knowing he’s looking forward to this as much as you are. Finally, Percy nods in approval, and it takes an insane amount of willpower to descend gently.

It’s ungodly how good Vax is at this. A shudder already racks through you as his tongue glides expertly along your clit. It’s when he gasps against your pussy that you realize why Percy wanted you in this position. Your eyes fly open—you barely even noticed how tight you had shut them seconds ago—and your stomach flips at the sight of Percy’s tongue tracing a leisurely path down Vax’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth.

Percy keeps eye contact with you while reducing Vax to a moaning mess against your cunt. He takes his time teasing and working Vax back up to a second orgasm. Vax, on the other hand, wastes no time devouring you. Even though he seems far too eager to make you unravel, his tongue still moves in measured strokes across your pussy. He knows exactly what pace and amount of pressure you prefer against your throbbing clit. And he relishes in the way your body reacts so easily for him.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his mouth with wild abandon. “Just like that…don’t stop, Vax.”

Your pleasure only seems to fuel the desperate whimpers and groans muffled against your cunt. If you hadn’t been in this same position with Vax before, you would have thought he’s only acting this way because of Percy’s skilled tongue. But you know how much Vax savors the taste and feel of you. More than that, he especially loves when you take control and grind down on his face however you like. He enjoys being used by you.

Percy slides his mouth off Vax’s length, using his hand to replace the sensation while he addresses you. “He’s going to come soon,” he says with a cocky grin, “and you’re close too. You better beat him to it.” His tongue and lips return to the tip of Vax’s flushed cock, resuming the unrelenting pace he set before.

Vax is immediately on the same page as Percy. He sets a laser-focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth while holding your body down firm against him. He's determined to make you come first, and that thought alone causes you to writhe as the pleasure crests within you. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you watch Percy groan around Vax's cock, and it causes a chain reaction of moans and vibrations against each other's skin.

Your nails dig into Vax's chest, and your body shakes as your orgasm finally overtakes you like a tidal wave. It takes barely a second before Vax joins you, overwhelmed with the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head coupled with Percy practically deep-throating him. Vax grips you even tighter, and you almost feel bad that he's unable to see the delicious act of Percy swallowing every drop of cum that Vax gives him. He even makes a show of swiping any stray pearl beads and sucking it off his fingers.

You moan softly, going slightly limp against Vax before gathering your remaining strength to gently roll off him. Lying beside his quivering body, you run your fingers along his chest and snort in amusement when Percy does a few more teasing strokes of Vax's oversensitive cock.

“Oh, gods,” Vax whines. “Take it easy, Percival. I can’t take much more of your cruelty.”

“Alright,” Percy concedes, his voice sounding a little amused. “I'll have mercy on you.” He releases Vax and turns his attention to you, slowly crawling up the bed while pressing kisses all over your skin. He hums in delight before saying, “You both did so well.”

Percy continues caressing your thighs, moving higher to kiss your hips and then the soft swell of your belly. He remains below your chest, leaving ample room for Vax to kiss your neck while skimming feather-light touches across your breasts. They take turns whispering filthy praises to you, saying how beautiful you looked as you rode Vax's face.

They know exactly what they're doing with their honeyed words and reverent touches. Fortunately for them, it's working like a charm. Your body grows hotter under their affection, and soon you ache for so much more.

“Percy, please,” you murmur while lightly tugging on his hair. “Just fuck me already.” The two men chuckle, clearly enjoying how desperate you've become now.

“I guess we've kept her waiting long enough,” Vax tells Percy with a smile.

Percy tilts his head with a grin but stops his teasing kisses that skirt around where you need him most. Finally, he readjusts to kneel back on his heels before palming himself through his pants. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, appreciating the way he leisurely works to unzip his pants and then pull his throbbing cock out from beneath his boxers.

With how torturously slow he exposed himself, it surprises you how quickly he tugs you closer, gesturing for you to kneel in front of him. He guides your body, pressing your back to his chest so you’re still facing Vax at the head of the bed. The rough texture of his clothes against your naked skin feels a little odd, but you shiver at the thought of Percy still fully dressed and desperate to be inside you.

Your legs are slightly wobbly, still feeling a bit sore in the knees from fucking Vax, but Percy keeps your thighs pushed apart in the perfect position for him to slowly slide into you. The stretch feels amazing, and the two of you sigh in unison once he bottoms out.

You can’t tell if it’s your arousal or your tired body that’s causing you to shake a bit, but Vax immediately notices the way you tremble. He’s still recovering from his previous orgasms, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and leaning closer to you, an adorably dazed but concerned look on his face.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Vax whispers. “Just hold onto me.” He pulls your hands to rest on his shoulders, allowing you to use him as leverage while Percy begins to fuck you at an easy pace.

While you get lost in the feeling of Percy’s cock, Vax’s lips trace the curve of your breast before moving to your collarbone and neck. He keeps lavishing your body with kisses, treating you like glass while Percy’s hands grip your hips roughly. When you start rocking your hips back in between thrusts, Percy takes the cue to speed up a bit, pushing himself even deeper as you gasp.

Vax’s fingers tickle your sides, briefly skirting past Percy’s knuckles with a knowing grin before sliding down to your swollen clit. He takes his time to tease you, playing with your clit at a languid pace while Percy sets a steady rhythm that makes your moans grow louder. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll last with these two men determined to make you come as fast and hard as humanly possible. They both know exactly what buttons to press to get the reactions they want from you.

Vax’s teeth latch onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and that somehow pushes you over the edge. You crumple in his arms, crying out from how fierce your second orgasm is. Neither of the men are surprised you came so fast. It was inevitable with the way Vax circled your clit with the same precision as before. What’s really surprising is the way Percy moans your name, his voice strained while he grasps your hips harder.

Vax takes the opportunity to get some payback for Percy’s teasing. “Going to come so soon, Percival?” he taunts.

“Oh, fuck off,” Percy replies through gritted teeth. “You would too if you could feel her right now…”

You can feel your muscles still pulsing around him, and you can’t help but focus your concentration on clamping down just a bit more. You like to watch him suffer just a little bit—and so does Vax, of course.

Percy curses in response before frantically asking, “Where do you want me to–”

“Inside,” you respond quickly. You wrap one of your hands behind you to hold onto his hip, urging him to stay where he is. 

Percy doesn’t hold back any longer. He moans your name while spilling inside you. You gasp into Vax’s mouth as he pulls you into a kiss, allowing you and Percy some time to come down from the intensity of your orgasms. All three of you seem to sigh in post-coital bliss, and Vax helps you off of Percy’s cock before his cum starts dripping too far down your thighs.

They both help you lie down on the bed before Vax collapses beside you. But Percy looks like he’s not nearly done playing his little games. To be fair, you also still feel a little revved up, even after two orgasms. Regardless, that little glint in Percy’s eyes as he crawls back up the bed makes you shiver.

“Why do you look like you’re about to kidnap me, de Rolo?” you joke.

He cracks a smile but doesn’t stop advancing toward you until his face hovers over yours. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and says, “Just give us one more, dear.” It’s less of a command and more of a question. But he knows you’re not going to turn down another orgasm. Although you feel a bit fatigued, you’re greedy for one last round, so you nod your head.

Vax groans dramatically beside you. “Gods, really? The two of you are insatiable,” he teases, earning a sharp nudge of your elbow in his side.

“Don’t act like you aren’t either,” you argue.

“Touché.”

Your responding laugh gets cut off with a gasp while Percy coats his fingers in his remaining cum spilling past your puffy lips. He dips a soaked finger inside your cunt, testing your reactions before giving you a second one when you’re ready. He watches your face closely, mouth twitching in a smirk as his fingers curl at just the right spot.

Your back arches off the bed, and Vax slides a bit closer to gently kiss your body wherever he can reach. Without exchanging any more words with the other man, Vax already knows what to do to enhance the desire spreading throughout your body. He leans his head down to your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. In tandem, one of his hands glides down your body. His fingers tease your clit, occasionally spreading out a bit to allow Percy to flick the needy bud with his tongue.

The two of them work wordlessly with one common goal. They barely need to communicate to reduce your limbs to jelly, and you secretly love how experienced they are with your body language to be able to pull this off so expertly. The only sounds between the two of them are Percy’s whispered praises and Vax’s soft moans muffled by the sloppy kisses he presses all over your tits. When Vax’s eyes meet yours again, you realize your nails are digging into his bicep. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Percy.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry before you stutter, “I– I’m so close, please…”

Vax is the one to grant you permission this time. His lips curve into a smile against your skin. “Hm, then come for us, darling.”

The two of them continue their song and dance, watching every twitch and jolt of your body with bated breath. Vax’s eyelids flutter with desire, staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. And when you turn your head to Percy, you swear you see a hint of a sadistic grin before he bites down on your inner thigh, determined to leave marks as a reminder of tonight.

There’s no stopping your pleasure as it barrels into you with full force. Your chest heaves while you desperately try to catch your breath—although Percy is doing his damndest to prolong your orgasm just like he did with Vax. His fingers continue curling slowly a few more times, determined to wring every last drop of desire from your exhausted body.

Vax murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine with how the two of them take such care with bringing you down from your high. After Percy finally relents and pulls his fingers from your pussy, he flops down on the other side of your body, opposite from Vax.

Vax’s aftercare is always the best, but with Percy added in the mix, it’s like being pampered royalty. They take turns pressing tender kisses to your heated skin and brushing back the sweat-slicked strands of hair from your face. Percy dutifully pulls out a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the mess along yours and Vax’s lower halves, promising to draw a bath when you’re all ready for it. And Vax lets you play with his hair while he whispers how good you made him feel earlier. Percy takes a moment to check in with Vax too, making sure he didn’t do anything that made either of you uncomfortable.

After a beat of silence, Percy hums in quiet contemplation. “To think Scanlan was technically the reason for tonight…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you interrupt with a groan. “That little shit fleeced me!” You turn your look of playful annoyance to Vax. “We would have won that damn bet if you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”

“It’s not my fault,” Vax says defensively. Although there’s a smug look on his face that says he isn't sorry at all. “Three days without your touch is a long fucking time.”

“Vax,” you say through gritted teeth, “you barely lasted a few hours, let alone one day.”

He chuckles with a shrug. “At least I lasted longer than the nobleman just did.”

His jab at Percy earns him a light backhanded slap on the chest from the nobleman himself, and you can’t help but giggle at the way they try to play-fight around your body. Regardless of how much these two banter, you know they equally enjoy each other’s presence. And no matter how much hard-earned coin was lost in that annoying bet, you’ll remember to thank Scanlan for his antics this time.

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[angelltheninth]

Sing Me Your Song of Pleasure

Pairing: Scanlan Shorthalt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, use of magic powers, oral sex, anal sex, size difference, cunnilingus, one-night stand, magic cocks, clit stimulation

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: Next part of my 15k follower event! The prompt was 'Scanlan + One Night Stand'. He's had many so this wasn't that hard to imagine.

Scanlan was charming. You knew that as soon as you saw him walking into the tavern with his friends. He was boastful and loud and handsome in a cocky kind of way. He certainly had a way with words that for sure, not just his bard skills, although those were impressive too.

So it wasn't that surprising when you allowed those charms of his to escort you home, take your clothes off and follow you onto the bed.

"Do you know what they say about us bards?" Scanlan scooted up towards you, his hands gently running up and down your legs, spreading them apart.

You smiled, already expecting a joke of some kind, "What?"

"We have very talented mouth and fingers." He winked and wiggled his fingers in the air before laying down on his stomach and using them to spread your pussy lips apart, "Hello beautiful." His tongue teased around your entrance. He started humming, his legs kicking lightly behind him as he pushed a finger fully inside of you, his lips kissing and licking around and above.

He just started but you could tell that all his talk earlier wasn't just talk, he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly where to push, where to hook, where to lick to drive you crazy and have your hands tangled in his hair and your arousal running down his chin.

"Sing for me pretty, and I'll see you a love song later." Scanlan smiled against your pussy, his licking intensifying when he got to your clit, his lips closing around the small bud of nerves and sucking it into his mouth, lightly rolling his tongue over it.

You couldn't say no when he asked you like that. Moan after loud moan fell from your lips as you wiggled, trying to stay still and welcome the oncoming orgasm. Scanlan practically lapped it up with his tongue, groaning and moaning as it ran down his chin and his chest, using the slick on his dick. Like the rest of him he was small, but you knew average for his kind, "Oh don't worry, I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve. Besides it's not really the size, it's how you use it."

His confidence in his skills was beyond sexy to you. Usually when so many bragged about it they fell short, but not Scanlan, he backed up his words with action.

Like you expected the stretch or fill wasn't any deeper then his finger but you didn't need it to be, he knew the exact angle at which to thrust to get your hips rising off the bed and have your back arching for him.

You heard him snap his fingers and opened your eyes to see a floating, somewhat translucent, purple cock in front of you, "Can-can that- did you make-"

"Yup. And that's not all I've got for you." He put his second and third finger together and made a thrusting motion like he did when he had a finger in your pussy except this time it sent the magic cock forward and into your open mouth. It tasted and felt like a cock, if slightly dulled, "I see you like it eh. I can do it here too."

Fuck, there was another one, pushing into your asshole, only this one was very wet, damn, he really thought of everything. You moaned around the cock, rocking down into Scanlan's and the one in your ass. When you peaked one eye open you saw Scanlan with his eyes closed, one hand thrusting in, the other turned palmside, with his middle and ring finger joined next to each other. He looked like he was conducting a song.

"Please." You moaned around the cock, sensing your next orgasm coming fast. Your wrapped your legs around him, almost around his whole body. He got the cue just fine, even with your words so muffled. His hips, his hands, his fingers all started moving at once, and with a hook of his fingers the cock in your ass started vibrating just a little. "Oh Gods!"

Your world came to a blinding while hot halt, your cunt spasming and clenching around Scanlan's cock as you rode your orgasm with three cocks still inside of you.

When you started to calm down they vanished leaving only Scanlan's, who also pulled out but quickly crawled up to your head, offering you his cock. You sucked him off with no hesitation, "Clearly I ain't the only one here with a talented mouth." No he was not. He was already leaking with cum, and with just a few well placed licks on the tip he was releasing down your throat.

He pulled out and fell back, his body covered with sweat and his grin never once leaving his lips. His cum ran down his balls but he payed it no mind, instead he scooted off the bed and toward his clothes. Oh, he wasn't staying. Understandable, this was just a one time thing after all. Or so you though. Instead of his clothes he picked up his lute and sitting back on the bed, his legs crossed over one another.

"Told you I was gonna play you a song."

[gay-dorito-dust]

⚠️Spoilers for tlovm season 2 episode 3! You’ve been warned!⚠️ also slight canonical divergence at the end.

‘You’re just deadweight.’ Osysa comments.

‘What do you bring to the group that they don’t already possess? They’ve kept long enough out of pity, to them your just a domesticated house pet they choose to being along as if they were to set you loose into the woods; you would surly die without their protection.’

‘What makes you think that they’d shed a tear at your death, should it come to pass? For you have proven yourself to be of no worth.’

The patron of the Slayers Take words stung but they had to have hold some truth for them to hurt as much as they did. Compared to everyone else, you were the runt of the litter, the weak link, the lesser known member of vox machina whom overshadowed you in every aspect you thought of.

And they were true, you knew it, they knew it, everyone you’ve come across since joining vox machina knew it and yet instead of changing everyone’s perspective of you and proving to not only them but all of Tal’Dorei that you weren’t as useless as they thought. You chose to embrace it, embrace the fact that you’ll never amount to anything or stand on equal footing with your contemporaries.

You didn’t bother to fight against what you already knew deep inside as you thought it would proof fruitless. You weren’t stupid to not notice Keyleth, pike or vex’s sympathetic glances. They saw you as weak. They pitted you, they liked you but didn’t respect you. Not enough for them to put their trust in you to hold your own in a fight which was why one of the group would always be paired up with you.

It once pissed you off but soon you lost your willpower to prove your difference. It was probably the reason why you sat further away from them during camp fires and tavern outings, almost as though you were the one embarrassed to be seen with them. You dismissed Keyleth’s question of whether you were cold with a fake smile followed by an ‘I’m alright.’ That didn’t convince them.

You could see it in their eyes it didn’t but they couldn’t being themselves to be bothered in changing that. Not one of them and once upon a time this would’ve made your heart ache but now you just shrugged it off. You even slept a distance away from them too and would awake to the sounds of their laughter, wordlessly pack your bags as they chatted amounts themselves as though you never existed.

The conversations would die down when you approached to get something to eat only to pick back up again when you left. If they disliked your presence then why keep you along was a question you’ve pondered more often then you should.

So even now as you stood a distance away from Vex and Percy as they open Purvan’s sarcophagus to reveal the death walkers ward. You felt isolated even in a room full of the people you meant to care for and vice versa. You hadn’t spoken a word to any of them but none of them seemed to care in asking the question why that was.

So when you saw Percy’s hand reach out to touch the armour just as Vex was was about to exclaim that you all should wait for Vax to come out from the hole in the ground. However it was far too late for waiting, Percy’s hand had already touched the armour and from it came what looked to be a flurry of black feathers heading straight for vex.

So without thinking or giving much thought to your actions, you shoved vex aside and allowed yourself to be hit by the flurry of feathers instead as you were flung back and struck the ground a few paces away from the sarcophagus, just as a black feather touched your forehead and dissipate soon after contact. Your eyes faded of all colour, your body; motionless as though you were dead.

You doubted that any of them cared enough about to shed a tear.

[katia-dreamer]

What is a heart?

Is it a muscle that beats a rhythm of life in her chest? Is it a locked treasure box full of precious things with the key safely hidden away?

The truth is that her heart has been wounded and broken. She has learned to guard it carefully and deflect attention from the cracks. She wears a mask and holds a shield to protect herself.

So, how had Percy escaped her notice? How could she not have seen that his soft smiles and unexpected thoughtfulness were slipping past her defenses?

For it’s far too late when she finally realizes he held the key to her heart in his hand and unlocked the lid.

It is too late when she realizes she’d given him the entire thing.

[saphirered]

Hiii I love ur writing!

I would love to see a Percy x reader where they both kinda hate each other in the beginning but eventually fall in love, if that makes sense? Maybe a rivals to lovers thing

Hope that makes sense! Love ur work :D

Thank you deary! I love a little rivals to lovers moment so I hope you enjoy this one! 😘

You are completely and utterly infuriating. Percy has a multitude of enemies in his life, upon whom he wishes horrible things but you are not a common enemy. You are not a friend either. He does not wish an ill fate to befall you. What he does wish for, is your projects falling apart at the seams, your wine to taste sour and food to be bland, your ink to forever run out, your notes to be messed up, that one tool you need to be missing or just barely out of reach. Percy wishes no harm upon you but he does wish for the most petty things to befall you. Were he anyone else he might feel some kind of way but he just happens to be a petty individual from time to time and when it comes to you, you are no exception. 

Percy doesn’t quite know where it began or when it might end. He cannot remember a time before, where you might have been on less rivalling terms. You’ve just always been so damn you and you can get under his skin like no other with your stupid perfection and incredible mind. Your clever and eloquent words always hit him just the wrong way and you make his blood boil. Where he turned a tinkerer, you turned to magic. You’re a damn prodigy and you have no issue with rubbing it in his face. You just had to get involved in Whitestone politics, didn’t you? You just had to be fundamental in the city’s protection. You just had to rub it in his face you were here when he wasn’t. 

Your skills to disturb his peace just when he needed it are impeccable. Percy was enjoying a late lunch in the dining hall alone after a busy morning and afternoon of tinkering and meetings. You had been entirely absent all day, nowhere to be found. Despite what he might have thought the lack of your presence irked him. He brushed it off as some expectation you might jump out to ruin his day at some point but you never did. Percy would deny it if ever faced with it but he grew worried at your lack of presence. Perhaps you overslept. Completely unreasonable for you as you rise at the crack of dawn and are never a minute late to anything. You’d missed two meetings you were set to attend. No page had come to notify him of your undoubtedly expertly worded excuse. No word of you came at all. And when those meetings came to an end nobody had batted an eye at your lack of attendance. Did everyone know but him? Was this some sort of trick? Another petty thing to get back at him for something he might have said or done? 

Think of the devil and they shall appear. You enter the dining hall and beeline for the decanter and glasses. You fill one and drink, then fill it again with a deep sigh. You lean against the table a little too much as you shuffle over to grab a plate and pile some of the food leftovers still set out; some bread and some fruits, Percy notes. Not your usual choices. If anything you seem entirely careless about the contents. He notes your appearance. You look disheveled. Your clothes are crinkled and you’re sweaty. Your eyes are sunken and your expression is grim. Your shoulders are slumped and there’s a shake to your hands that are usually so steady. You look exhausted. 

“What hell hole did you crawl out of?” Percy says with his usual snark and casually sips his wine. He expects a quick-witted retort. You bite your tongue and shake your head as you drop some grapes on your plate. 

“I’m not in the mood for your quips, Percival. If you’re looking for a fight I suggest you go find your friends and ask them to kick your ass into the next realm.” You grumble picking up your plate now filled and taking another large swig of your drink before you pour a refill. 

“Day drinking already? I recall you saying those are the actions of idiots and alcoholics.” You give him a look, in particular his own glass very much filled with the burgundy liquid yours holds as well. 

“So which one are you? Idiot or alcoholic?” You retort and Percy swears he notes the faint twitch at the corner of your lips. 

“Any one who does not question his sanity is the furthest from it.” 

“The same could be said about anyone who holds a cup and proclaims themselves not a problem drinker.” He snorts and rolls his eyes. You look between him and the exit. Your exhaustion shows and with a shake of the head more to yourself than him you take to the seat opposite of him. You sit down gracelessly, push aside the cutlery, put your elbows on the table as you cross your arms and lean on them. The moment you sit down there seems to be some kind of relief rushing through you, similar to that of muscle ache. What had you been up to? Percy wants to find out. 

“You neglected your duties to the council today.” It’s a statement not a question. You just pick up a grape and pop it into your mouth musing a shrug. “Did you oversleep?” The jab is almost belittling and you shoot him a look to remind him of your first statement; you really aren’t in the mood for this. 

“I was otherwise occupied. Now may I please eat in silence?” The expression, the tiredness in his eyes makes him almost regret his pervious words. What has caused you to be like this? He’s never seen you so-so beyond yourself. You’ve always been the image of composure and expertise and now, you’re almost seem vulnerable, weak, almost human and not just the picture perfect creature you’d set your appearances as. You’re a person, not just some devil sent straight from the hells to make his life a living nightmare. You’re real. 

“If you wish…” He pushes around his food with his fork while you tear bits and pieces off the bread and eat them slowly. You’re too tired to eat. You look like you’re about to fall asleep right here on this very table, or at least deliberating whether you could justify it. You both eat in silence for the next few minutes. Percy has cleaned his plate and reaches for the decanter to pour some more wine. You’re confused when he refills your cup too. 

“Are you alright?” Percy asks out of the blue and you might as well have been shot by one of Vex’s arrows given your surprise. You choke on your bread and cough. 

“Excuse me?” You wheeze and recompose yourself. You look for any kind of deceit or malicious intent, anything that might explain the undertone of his question because you are pretty damn sure that sounded an awful lot like worry.

“Are you alright?” The second time he repeats it does not ease quell your confusion. Still sounds like worry. Why the hell would he have any reason to be worried about you? You two have been nothing but a menace upon each other’s lives. You never had anything nice to say about each other. You constantly question each other’s skill, motives and credibility. You constantly undermine and try to outperform each other. That’s not to say you have not enjoyed any of it, and you remember the looks of satisfaction and pride well when either of you stand victor over the other. You’d never expect worry to be an expression associated with Percy in the context of you. Worry means concern and concern is rooted in care. And that train of thought sends you down a spiral. Does he care? Do you care? Maybe you do. Anyone’s life grows a little duller without their competition nearby, right? That’s just a poor excuse. How do you even answer his question? Honesty. 

“No.” You speak before you can think but you know it’s true. You’ve been pushing yourself too far the past few weeks.

“Will you be alright?” When you answered Percy swears something within him reminisces of glass breaking. 

“I don’t know.” You chuckle to yourself and think for a second. “Do you know you’re the first person to ask me that and and got the real answer? What does that say about me?” The latter you ask yourself. 

“You’re exhausted. Rest.” You’ve heard those words before but not from him. “I can’t very well argue with you when you’re about to pass out onto your lunch.” There’s a light quip in there but it’s far more playful than the ones you’re used to. It’s far more lighthearted than you have ever exchanged. 

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? What’s your record? Sixty-five hours without a minute of sleep before you decided a nice risotto would make a comfortable pillow?” 

“You keep reminding me. As you keep reminding me that your record is set at sixty-seven hours and twenty-four minutes and thus you have bested me even in sleep deprivation.” He manages a chuckle as do you. 

“Are these the petty victories we have come to? Have we no better achievements left?” 

“Well, I’ve killed a dragon. You?” He deadpans though there’s no real seriousness about the brag. 

“You and your friends killed a dragon, together. You still got four more to go. Don’t get ahead of yourself, dear.” You wink and swirl your wine leaning back in your seat. Though exhausted the tension begins ebbing away. Who knew it was Percy that would be a comfort and bring peace to the chaos of your life. 

“It’s still one more than you. Besides, we’ll have killed the other four in time.” You shrug and flick a grape at him. It bounces off his arm and rolls on the table. Before you can claim it back Percy puts his hand over it and prevents you from getting it. He cups it as you try to pry his fingers apart and gets it out of your reach lest you disgrace yourself even further and lean over the table to attempt to take it from him. He grins victoriously and pops the fruit into his mouth. You mutter some kind of curse under your breath and he just looks at you innocently. 

“Of course, you take your sweet time skinning some dragons while I keep this city safe hidden from their senses. Tell me, how many lives saved every day counts against the slaying of a dragon? What’s the conversion rate? You’re schooled in mathematics and economics are you not?” You point a finger at him and Percy is sure he has the perfect retort for your statement but then the gravity of it hits him. You’ve been the one keeping up this city-wide illusion. You’ve been the one keeping Whitestone safe in his absence. That’s why you weren’t at the meeting today and that’s why he wasn’t informed. Gilmore and Allura were there, you weren’t. He doesn’t know why it took him two days to figure out no three of you were seen in the same place since he returned from the Feywild. He had known the illusion was there, he passed through it for goodness’ sake. He just never considered that’s what you’d be doing. It’d gone over his head you’d use your skills not to fight but to protect instead. You’d not reach for glory or selfish gain but you’d do what is best for the people. You’d still risk yourself for every soul in Whitestone. You’d been doing so for weeks and you had not flaunted it in his face once during your interactions. How did you end up the one protecting him? Why did you not gloat? Why do you not mention this fact even now? 

“You’ve been pushing yourself beyond your limits, for Whitestone? For us?” He asks breathlessly. The meaning behind those words becomes very real now they are spoken, and the statement is undeniable. The playfulness disappears and a a gloomy sorrow overcasts instead. Still you manage a cocky grin with a raised eyebrow. 

“Well who else is going to keep your precious workshop safe so you can continue constructing the means of a dragon’s demise or while you’re off gathering those pesky vestiges?” Your jest does not make lighter the gravity of your deeds. 

“Thank you.” Percy blurts before he recovers. “I mean it. Thank you, for everything. Whitestone owes you a debt.” ‘I owe you a debt’, he leaves those last words unspoken. Percy cannot quite describe what runs through you but he feels safe to assume you have not heard those words before, not on this matter. It’s one thing to know people are grateful for the work you do. It’s another to actually hear them say it. A thoughtful moment of silence passes before you push back your chair and rise.

“I’m going to sleep for the barest amount possible and then I’m going to go back for my next shift and repeat this all over again.” You twirl your wrists and they crack sending shivers up Percy’s spine. You flex your shoulders and same thing happens. He sees the discomfort pass across your features when you push the chair back in its place and lean on the back of it before you walk around the table and make way for the exit. 

“Get some proper sleep. I’ll talk to Allura or Gilmore-“ Percy argues but you stop and face him shaking your head. 

“They need their rest too if we want this illusion to last.” You counter. You dread every day as this thing eats away at your magic. You don’t know how much longer you can keep doing this but you have to. Every life in this city depends on it. 

“There has to be something…” Percy thinks of the ways to help but there’s nothing. He knows next to nothing about the arcane. He’s no mage. He’s a damn tinkerer and he can’t very well fix this with some mirrors or magical charges. He can’t help bear the burden, not as you carry the burden for him. Whitestone should be his responsibility, but he’s out of his depths. He’s helpless, or would be without you to keep pushing yourself far past your limits. He can only imagine what price you’d pay for this over time, or how long you’d be able to keep this going. He’ll have to admit defeat in this particular query. 

“You could kill some dragons.” You smile. “But until then, I’d appreciate some company while I drain every resource I have until I can barely stand. If you have the time-“ You imply but an answer is given immediately. 

“I’ll make time.” He answers far too quickly. “I’ve come to the conclusion I might like your company far more than I dislike it.” So he has. He cares about you. He looks back upon his life now and he knows it to be true. His pettiness was never born from hatred or dislike. You were perfect, are perfect in his eyes, any imperfection does not chip away at that belief, it is simply part of you. He’s envious of your skill and achievement because he desires to be your equal but felt like he could never be. His pettiness was born from a an unfair coping mechanism and he hopes this is something you two can work on now that veil has been dropped. Perhaps you can discuss as adults rather than bicker like children? He’d like that very much. He likes you. That feel like a disgusting thought he’s still coming to terms with but he knows he can get over himself. He likes you. 

“Is this where we kiss and profess our undying love for each other?” And you like him. Gods he doesn’t need a demon’s bargain to figure that one out. He knows your games and your words, he knows how to read those underlying tones and it’s exactly how he sees now; you like him. Never did he think he’d draw that conclusion nor would he think himself anything but a fool for believing it. Maybe he is a fool. A lucky fool he’ll be. 

“Perhaps in time.” He retorts. Okay maybe old habits do die hard but given you purse your lips and blow him a kiss, it’s not a habit you want to let die either. It’s perfectly you. It’s perfectly him too. 

“I reckon I’ll have you swooning in no time.” 

“That sounds an awful lot like a challenge. A petty one at that.” 

“If you say so…” 

[blorbologist]

Smitten since first snowfall

[TLOVM Season 2 spoilers up to episode 6. Gift fic for @katia-dreamer <33]

[Perc’ahlia + Keyleth and Percy friendship / G / 1.2k / Cross-posted to AO3]

Percival is used to being watched. He makes a point to be, frankly; the coat and ascot draw the eye that he counts on. Adds a little respectability to their little group, reminds him of his station when even his name held no worth.

It’s not to say he wants to be the center of attention, or enjoys it. Moreso that it’s useful: eyes on him mean fewer on Vax’ildan skimming coins, or Scanlan’s latest bumble. He offers a clean, crisp image and it makes all their jobs easier. Vex’s, especially, haggling for goods they need or assuring a potential employer of their quality as an adventuring party. She has a keen eye for things, and he just ensures she gets them.

(He enjoys being the center of her attention. Not that he’d admit it.)

So. Percival is used to feeling watched.

Just not by Keyleth.

As Vox Machina marches onwards to Rimecleft she keeps giggling, sneaking what she likely thinks are sly glances his way. When he meets her eyes with a raised brow she just - just fixes him with a coy look, tries to waggle her eyebrows at him and keeps easing the ball of fire onwards. Like clockwork, if the gears were made by a drunkard - cyclical and inevitable, but at uneven intervals.

It’s getting irritating.

Percy doubts he’s the only one to think so. Half the party deliberately falls behind. Vax herds Vex on ahead, speaking to her in hushed tones.

(She’s still wearing his coat. His coat. It strikes him how tiny she is, absolutely swimming in the thing. It’s a wonderfully warm piece, stylish and functional. He’d miss it, what with the cold air mapping his skin with goosebumps, but… she looks so snug. Maybe it’s big enough for two. Maybe he’s insane, for thinking that. Good gods, Vax would gut him then and there.)

Percy deliberately kicks his foot into a snowbank - the shock of icy dampness to his calve as it’s filled with white powder knocks him to his senses. He’ll deal with soaked socks later. Get a grip, fool man.

Just his luck, a distraction slides up. Only a prickling at the back of his neck warns him before Keyleth is sliding up - almost literally, her portable bonfire is melting the snow and her shoes find little purchase on the fresh ice left behind.

“Heyyyy Percy,” chirps Keyleth. Percy narrows his eyes, on guard - but too soundly warmed by the heat she brings with her to trudge ahead.

“Keyleth,” he agrees. “What has got you in such a cheery mood?”

Stupid question - between the fire trial, seeing her father and this new elemental mastery, Keyleth has a lot to be happy about. More than any of them, really.

“Oh, nothing.”

Bullshit.

His eyes must get the message across well enough, because her impish grin falters for a moment. “It’s - yeah, it’s nothing.”

Percy sighs. “I’m sorry - that was rude of me.” He glances ahead - Vex now has the broom out and is swishing it about, brushing the snow out of her way and into her brother’s path. They’re chatting a little more enthusiastically, now - there’s a moment where Vex’s head is thrown back by a laugh. Her teeth catch the fading light.

Something pokes Percy in the shoulder. Keyleth, demanding his attention.

Her smile is back, now, eyes alight with the mischief he recalls Whitney wielding to great effectiveness. She keeps poking him, rapid-fire, because of course.

“Smitten,” says Keyleth, leaning in close. Her breath kicks up white cold in the air, a puff on the t s that disperses against Percy’s shoulder.

Percy takes a pointed step away. With her shorter legs, it takes Keyleth two to cross the distance, ignoring the hint.

More poking. “ Smitten. ” Poke poke poke. “Smitten.” Poke poke poke, Percy is starting to search for an escape. “Smitten- ”

“Ah! This will do.”

He promptly shoves Keyleth into the next snowdrift. Realizes, belatedly, he has no clue if there’s a rock or log beneath causing the accumulation - but Keyleth shrieks and melts into the snow.

Vax turns, finding a frown easily enough when he looks to see Percival. Which, fair - especially given he just tormented another woman they both care about. “Is everything alright back there?”

“Fine!” Keyleth calls from the snow. She’s floundering, much of it turning to water on contact, so Percy finds a little mercy in him to extend a hand and haul her up. “Fine! Just - you know - goofing off.”

“Percy, goofing off?” Vex tilts her head. The movement rests her cheek against the collar of the coat - his coat - she still wears.

He swallows. “I have my moments!”

The twins lose interest, resuming their conversation. A glance confirms that Keyleth did not. If anything her smirk is back. Smirks look awfully strange on Keyleth’s face - Percy would like it gone as soon as possible.

“You,” she says, more quietly, shaking out her skirts, “have a crush.”

“I do not!” He snaps this way too quickly and lowers his voice, aware it’s still shrill. “I - why would-”

“Percy, you gave her your coat!” Keyleth is practically gushing, hands shaking out their enthusiasm like she might before a cute baby animal. “You’re totally smitten.”

“She was cold, Keyleth. It was the least I could do after - everything, recently.”

“Sure.” Her eyebrows convey more glee than expected. “And the blushing, that was because...?”

“Keyleth, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s bloody freezing out here.” He hopes his own eyebrow conveys his irritation, and that the heat he feels is not another blush. Percy crosses his arms, both to illustrate the point with a shiver and because… well, he’s a little cross, too. Cross, certainly. Not embarrassed.

“You said it was fine.”

He’s not sure why she finds it so funny. “It is. I grew up with cold worse than this. It’s very fine.”

Before Keyleth can needle further, he turns the conversation on her: “Speaking of Whitestone - I couldn’t help but notice you getting awfully red when Vex’ahlia gave you that pep talk.”

Got her. Her flush camouflages most of her freckles about her cheeks and nose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Exactly.” Percy smiles to himself. “Vex’ahlia is just - she gets that reaction out of people. It’s a natural reaction to her charisma.”

Keyleth snorts. “Oh? A natural reaction, huh?”

Fuck. Foot, might I introduce you to mouth? Oh, you have already made eachother’s acquaintance? Splendid.

“Never you mind.” He’s absolutely blushing, now, and turns his grimace away in the hopes it recovers. Keeping an eye out for any threats. “I saw your father was doing well. Has he ever met Vax before? He seemed to think him quite the upstanding young man.”

They bicker back and forth like this - Percy reluctant to leave the warmth of Keyleth’s magic without his coat, and Keyleth unwilling to let the teasing go - until Vax calls out that they’ve spotted something up ahead. Vex, apparently warmer now that they’ve descended the worst of the mountain, takes pity on Percy’s shivering and hands him back the coat.

Percival does not miss the grin Keyleth shoots him when he slips it back on.

‘Smitten’ she mouths.

(Vex’ahlia is perceptive. Very perceptive, even. Moreover, Percy is very much the center of her attention after giving her the coat.)

(So… well, who is to say if she shares a little smile with none but herself, murmurs “Smitten, hm?” and indulged in one last look before taking off on the broom.)