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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year
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Can you do head canons for vox machina after you have to get revived
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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.
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demigoddessqueens · 6 months
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U: Clarity and Murkiness  [on the Contrasting Symbolism list] since you Vax needs more fluff. Vax fluff please
Of course! 🫡
Prompts can be found HERE if others are interested; Y/n is a tiefling
clarity 🤍 and murkiness 🖤
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You had been gone too long for his liking. Vex knew you could take care of yourself but felt a twinge of pity for her brother as he paced endlessly.
“We’ll still be here if you need to go look for them.”
“Are you sure, sister?”
She nodded reassuringly.
Unfurling his wings, Vax took to the skies in search of you.
Lost in his thoughts, Vax thought that there had been one too many close calls for the group as a whole, you particularly.
Working through his newfound calling to the Raven Queen in life, it clashed with the feelings he had for you. At times he felt guilty for pushing you away.
And then there were other times he wanted nothing more than to just hold you in his arms, and pour all that love into kisses?
Champion? Or lover? Why did he feel like he had to choose? Was it so impossible to be both?
The skies were getting darker and storm clouds began to rumble. Still, he flew higher to where the clouds just began to gather.
A buzzing in his ear felt like it was dragging him down. The growing anxiety as the lightning became more prominent gnawed at him. He had to find you, you had to be ok, he needs—!
Frantically looking downward, in the eye of the growing storm where it was still clear, Vax started to see a shape take form. Your gear, your hair and the rest of you came into vision
Laughing in relief, he plummeted down from the skies as you were making way back from the hunting you’d done.
You smiled in surprise as he landed abruptly next to you, pulling him into a friendly hug. At least on your end. Vax hoped there was a more underlying reason to it.
Removing a leaf that got caught in your horns, he walked back with you, leaning a bit closer than he usually did.
“You were gone too long. I started to get worried.”
“No need, I always come back. Just like I know you always do too.”
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waltwhitmansbeard · 8 months
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a little thing based on this art. nsfw but not explicit.
Keyleth didn't buy the lingerie for herself. She never would—it just seems so...frivolous, and expensive, and embarrassing. She understands the appeal—people like soft, delicate things, like butterflies and lace—but...it just wasn't her.
Which is why she couldn't help but stare owlishly when a package was dumped unceremoniously in her lap on a random afternoon by a sun-kissed Pike. "Happy birthday."
"My...birthday was four months ago."
Pike shrugged. "Time is an illusion. Go on, open it."
Nothing could have surprised her more than the forest green negligee and matching panties she discovered nestled among blush pink tissue paper when she opened up the box. She sputtered out half a dozen different sentences at once, before finally choking out, "Why?"
"I thought it would go nicely with your complexion. I got a royal blue for Vex, because, y'know, she's got a motif going on." Pike smirked. "My set is yellow."
"Do we...have matching underwear?"
Pike rolled her eyes and hopped up on the couch in Keyleth's Zephran cottage. "Not matching, I just got a set for each of us. Y'know..." She elbowed Keyleth in the ribs. "For fun."
"Oh." Her blush extended all the way down her arms. "So this—I mean—I'm supposed to—"
"Keyleth, you can do what you want with it. Vex is gonna use hers to fuck Percy nasty, and I like to wear mine to dance around the house." She paused. "And also to fuck nasty. But why don't you just try wearing yours to sleep? It doesn't have to be sexual if you don't want it to be."
Keyleth swallowed hard. "Right."
"I mean, you put this on and Vax is definitely gonna break his leash, but—"
"OKAY, THANK YOU PIKE." She slammed the lid of the box closed and buried her face in her hands.
And yet, here she is, just a week later, inexplicably wearing the surprisingly soft lingerie set, lounging on the bed with a book in her hand. It's not a particularly interesting read—something about architecture and city planning that Percy insisted she peruse—but at least it'll help her fall asleep. Vax is curled up beside her, his long hair a waterfall up over his pillow, and she's got an arm around him, keeping him close, her favorite place for him to be.
Pike wasn't wrong: the first time Vax saw her wearing this, face red and lip chewed nervously, his eyes bulged—as did other things. But when she stammered out an explanation, he took her face in his hands, kissed her gently, and said, "You're always beautiful, and I always want you." His fingers toyed with the hem of the negligee. "This is just...bonus."
Now she pulls him in tighter, eying him over his shoulder. He's pretending to be asleep, probably to guilt her into turning off the light so he actually can go to sleep, and she takes the opportunity to admire him in the way she so often feels him admiring her. His muscles are long and ropey, giving him a deceptively wiry look, and in the past year or so since she's given it to him, the burn scar of her palm in the center of his back has healed into a warm red the color of her freckles. He is, in a word, sexy, and wearing this ridiculous, frilly thing makes her feel sexy too, a feeling that is so often foreign to her.
She catches him peeking over his shoulder at her. "Ah, so you are awake."
"No I'm not." He grins.
She sets the book on the nightstand beside her. "That sucks. If you were awake..." The sentence dangles in an unfinished suggestion.
His head fully cranes around, eyes dancing hopefully. "Yeah?"
Keyleth shrugs, and the motion makes the gauzy negligee ripple across her stomach. "But you're so tired."
He's on her then, warm body held aloft over hers by arms leaned by years of hurling daggers and scaling walls. "Oh, trust me." His smile glitters, playful and devilish. "I would love nothing more for you to tire me out."
And as his hand comes skittering up beneath the nightie, she grins up into a kiss, silently thanking Pike for the strangest, best gift she would never have asked for.
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tsunderetypea · 9 months
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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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
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blorbologist · 1 year
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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.)
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everystephoftheway · 4 months
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Like Braille
a vaxleth drabble- oddly enough, inspired by a line from doctor who, wide blue yonder
Vax often wonders how he got so lucky. He--the unwanted bastard, the man running out of time, blessed and cursed with a goddess’ attention--despite all that and all his many faults, is perhaps the luckiest man on Exandria. Because he, just he, has Keyleth sitting in his lap. Strands of her bright hair drape over her shoulders, tickling the skin of his. His bare back presses against the wooden headboard of their bed, while hers curls into the wide palms of his hands. As he leans forward to kiss at her collarbone, his fingers trace down her spine. Her hips angle forward, punctuating a gasp and the pounding of her heart, and he can feel goosebumps begin to form. His fingers move over them slowly, gently, reading them like braille, his favorite story. He knows every word, every detail of her, and yet he would spend every night of the rest of his life right here. With her. Reading her over and over, night after night, discovering all of her as if it were the first time. His lips press against her collarbone again, and he whispers her name into her freckled, pale skin. Her fingers reach into his dark tresses and pull him back to look at her, cheeks flushed with a warm smile.
“I’m so lucky,” she says. “I’m so lucky to have you.” 
“You’re lucky?” His fingers find the small of her back, and he can’t help but play with the dimples he finds there. He bites his lips as she nearly melts over him. “No one is luckier than I, my love.” 
She presses her forehead to his, using her nearly melted state to her advantage. Her fingers curl tighter in his hair. “Let’s just say we’re both lucky, hm?” 
Vax simply smiles, despite the desire to argue. He knows better. “I love you.” 
Her smile matches his. "I love you too." She leans in to kiss him, and as he grips her tight and rolls them over, he continues to wonder how he got so lucky.
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pootaku · 1 year
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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.
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katia-dreamer · 1 year
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9, with Vex and Percy (except it's something she's making, maybe? >:D)
Going with tlovm universe since it’s highly implied that Vex builds things there. Based on events that happen in the stream, though! So if you are unaware of stream spoilers, maybe steer clear of this one. Also, as usual, I can't follow prompts so :)
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Vex stares at the sketch, her nose wrinkling in concentration.  “Can it have a sliding piece that moves up and down?”
“Yes, that is quite possible,” Percy nods to himself as he makes a note. “But we must think of a way to make it safe.”
“So that there are no pinched fingers?”
“Exactly,” he agrees. “Perhaps if we put the mechanism itself on the far side?”
“Toward the front?”
“Yes.”
They wait for inspiration to strike, but nothing happens, and Vex finds herself yawning. “Maybe we should call it a night. It’s getting late.”
“Yes, you’re right.” Percy looks up, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. “We will get it right, dear. I know we will.” 
“I hope so,” she sighs. “This crib needs to be worthy of a de Rolo.”
Percy’s face changes at her words, growing pensive and almost sad. He puts down his pencil and takes her hand in his. She can feel his familiar callouses scraping against her skin. “It needs to be worthy of our child. That is all. I am utterly confident in your abilities, Vex. I always have been.”
“I know.” And she does know because Percy reminds her. Whenever her father's voice starts to creep into her mind, whispering things about her worthless blood, Percy is there to ground her.
As her hand finds the swell of her stomach, she feels a foot kick her in response. At that moment, her sadness and joy intermingle. They thread into a tapestry she does not have the energy to unweave.
Percy takes her in his arms, and she hugs him close. They stand like that until Percy frees her from the embrace, taking her arm and tucking it under his. “Let’s go to bed.”
She blows out the candles and follows her husband to their bed. 
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nachofuck3r · 11 months
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What's seriously a crime is, that there are 0 Scanlan x any form of male reader.
The man's sexuality is questionable, make him question it more!!!
Pls I beg of thee I am in the trenches. 😭😭
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Pros of joining an old fandom: there are hundreds of really good fics from 2016
Cons of joining an old fandom: there are hundreds of really good unfinished fics that haven’t been updated since 2017
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annsparksthegmr · 1 year
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So I’m biting the bullet and deciding to share a work I started almost a year ago for fun. Which has evolved into my popular work. I don’t normally do this, but since I recently updated it I’m going to be brave for once. Please check it out if you’re interested. You don’t have to since this is way of out left field for my blog. (Which is why I’m thinking of making a side blog for this kind of stuff.)
The read more below is the typical ao3 feed information. In case you are curious. But thanks all I have to say.
Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Reader/Everyone, Vox Machina & Original Character(s) Characters: Original Characters, Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth (Critical Role), Reader Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, Vampire Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Dungeons & Dragons References, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, We become friends before lovers here, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Campaign Spoilers, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Technically I want the Reader to have whatever pronouns you want, but Gender-Neutral Pronouns will be used by default, A lot of the Reader is left up to interpretation, Critical Role Spoilers, Campaign 1 (Critical Role), Isekai Summary:
When your Curse of Strahd campaign came to an end with a Plane Shift joke, your best friend suggested for you watch Campaign 1 of Critical Role. You obliged on the condition that he'd watch with you. That's the last thing the two of you remember. Before suddenly awakening in Tal'Dorei with no indication of how that possibly happened.
Your only hope now is to somehow fit into this world, get back home, and figure out who took your joke too seriously. Now, if only this pesky raven would leave you alone.
(A Reader-Insert story but Reader knows nothing about Critical Role while their best friend does. Also, Reader goes by an alias.)
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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year
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Deadweight part 4 if you are still interested?
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Idk why you guys like this but I’m willing to indulge you as long as you guys want it.
⚠️cannon divergence where reader takes Vax’s place as the Matron of Raven’s ward also spoilers for season 2⚠️
Vax didn’t think much whether or not the Matron took his exclamation into consideration because as soon as she left, the most un peculiar thing happened.
Your eyes were revitalised with life and breath came back to your lungs violently that you hand forced yourself to sit up and cough at the sensation of being able to breath, as though it were your first time living.
However that wasn’t what caught the rouge half elf’s eye. It was the fact that adorning your body was the vestige of the Matron of Ravens. His plea did fall on deaf ears and as a result you were taken as her ward, much like Purvon before you and whomever before him. The thoughts that rush to his head weren’t all pleasant.
What did this mean for you?
What does the matron want from you?
Why did she choose you to be her ward?
What burden would you be forced to carry and what end would await you at the end of your tenor. Would you be entombed here in her underwater temple? Forever sought out by everyone but forever found by none?
“What the fuck happened to me?” You asked, touching your head.
“You fucking died.” Grog said
“Gorg!” Pike scolded as she smacked him on the arm.
“What?” He exclaimed.
“Dead huh?” You said, a little too calm for everyone.
“Darling, are you okay?” Vex said as she rested her hand on your shoulder but you abruptly shrugged it off before standing. “Yeah I’m fine, quit your worrying. We’ve got what we came here for; So it stands to reason that our business here is finished.” You stated, subconsciously running a hand over the armour as you felt the power thrum beneath your skin.
“Is it just me or have they changed?” Pike said as herself, zhara, Kash, Keyleth, Scanlan, Vex, Vax, Gorg and Percy watched as you walked away from them all with a change of air about you that didn’t set right with any of them.
“They did just come back alive, so of course they’re going to change completely.” Kash tried to reason with the group but even within the short period of time that he’s spent with you and Vox Machina.
This change just about gave him whiplash. So even he wasn’t so certain about his words, even more so after you killed the monster Zhara brought forth as a test, despite standing completely slack jawed and glowy eyed the entire time.
You hung even further back from everyone now, looking lost and in a daze as though trapped in your own head. So whenever Vax, Vex or Percy try to hang back with you, you slowed even further down or pretend to engage in conversation with them in hopes that they would leave you alone.
However you underestimated how much your death effected them to the point that you always had at least one or two members of the party by your side almost all of the time. You understand their worry but this was excessive and unnecessary. It certainly didn’t help that you were getting visions of the past and visions of moments of death thanks to the Matron you now served.
You saw the death of a man who once lived in a hut that was now run down by weather and the wear and tear it sustained.
You even saw the death taking place within Pyrah, where the fire Ashari lived.
You lost sleep over the visions and everyone could see it visibly upon your face that this burden was already proven too much for you to bear. However it was already too late to change the hand fate has dealt you and suffer in silence.
Vax, on the other hand, wasn’t about to let you suffer through this alone.
He out of everyone was the most protective over you now. So whilst everyone was asleep, he heard your grunt and move about with unease. He set aside his knife that he was sharpening and moved to your side so that when you awoke with a start, he was already there to draw you into his arms.
“You’re alright, you’re alright, we’re right here. You’ve got nothing to worry we’ll-“
“Stop acting like you care all of a sudden.” You snapped, shoving him away as you stood up. “You never gave a rats arse about me before so why is it that after I’ve gone through literal death do I suddenly get cradled and coddled like a child? Is that what I had to do to get your attention this entire time? To die?” You scoffed.
“What’re you on about?” Vax asked, clearly confused.
“It doesn’t even matter if you can’t see the problem that lies in front of you.” You spat back as you let the cave you’ve took refuge in for the night and stood a good distance away to look at your hand before looking up over the tree tops, where staring back at you was a raven.
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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Not sure if you've written something like this before but could you please write something where percy and his s/o are keeping their relationship a secret until one day percy is extremely sleep deprived from working on a project all night he accidentally blurts out something like " ah good morning my love" and kisses his s/o in front of everyone. Cue how would everyone react to this plus percys reaction to realizing he messed up and getting all embarrassed? 🥺
Ndjfjekie l LOVE this idea!! 💕😭❤️🤣
Monica-Chandler energy!! If you know which scene I’m talking about 😉
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Tag: Modern AU
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You could hear the shower running as you prepared the morning coffee. This….arrangement? Yes, “arrangement”. It felt entirely new to you but you welcomed it with a domestic bliss.
It had been several weeks since you and Percy made it official (to each other) you were together. Shared keys, stuff at the other’s apartments, the works. The one hurdle still was breaking to the others. Knowing how they could get at some times, it was a la Percy’s idea to tell them. Eventually.
You wanted to tell them sooner, given how close you all were.
The rapid knocking at your door drew you out of the revelry as you opened the door to six famished friends.
“Rise and shine!”
“I smell waffles!”
“Don’t talk to me until I’ve had my morning coffee!”
It was the same excuse as always as they hustled in. You have the better space, better food, just better everything.
Closing the door with a casual “good morning to you too”, you heard the shower shut off. Just as everyone filled their plates and mugs, Percy walked out of your shared bathroom in the silken robe he adored. Sleep and exhaustion from his demanding engineering job was now melted off his face, replaced with a blissed relaxation.
He casually greeted the rest of the group before reaching for the coffee cup you set aside on the counter
“Oh good morning love,” he sighed as the kiss took you by surprise.
The realization hit him more as green eyes filled with panic. All eyes were fixed on you and him in bewilderment. Luckily for you, he was quick on his feet too.
“Vax! Vex! The pinnacle of family and siblings!” Each received a kiss.
“Grog! Keeping up with the weight training I see!” Kiss.
“Keyleth, I never tell you how much I admire you enough.” A kiss.
“Pike, Scanlan, you always remind me to laugh and enjoy life.” Each received a kiss as well.
He grabbed the spare mug before rushing off to get ready for the day. In your bedroom.
“What—when did Percy get here?!”
“Well if that’s how all mornings are, we need to come by more often.”
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waltwhitmansbeard · 6 months
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Oy Walt,
Truth Serum/Spell with Vaxleth, please? That should be fun, right?
Somehow I know you will find a way to hurt us :)
60. Truth Serum/spell
If there's one thing Vox Machina loves, it's drinking. If there are two things Vox Machina loves, it's drinking and games. If there are three things Vox Machina loves, it's drinking and games and inappropriate uses of magic.
Which is how they all bully Pike, face red and eyes hazy, into casting zone of truth, thereby initiating an instantly intense game of truth or drink. As per the rules, everyone allows the magic to wash over them, and the vulnerability begins.
They draw straws, and Scanlan wins. Pointing a finger at Grog, he demands, "How big is your dick really?"
Grog pouts. "Not fair. You know I ain't good with numbers."
"Compare it to another object!"
Grog's face scrunches up as he thinks way too hard for way too long. Finally he settles on, "Percy's forearm."
The table erupts in gasps and swears. "Wait wait wait," Vex hiccups, swaying slightly. "Is that just length, or girth too?"
"No, it's my turn to ask!" Grog hums a little as he thinks. "Percy..."
"Oh gods," the man in question mutters, his cheeks already tinged pink.
"You ever go to one of the lady houses in Whitestone?"
"I've been to several ladies' houses in Whitestone, Grog." He smiles smugly at having successfully sidestepped the question.
"BOO!" Keyleth tosses a handful of bar pretzels at him. "Answer the question!"
"I do believe it's my turn now." He ignores the disappointed grumbling and levels his eyes at Keyleth, who shrinks in fear of what's coming her way. "Vax."
Oh.
Vax's head is tipped on Keyleth's shoulder, and she's pretty sure he's already half-asleep. "Hm?"
Percy maintains the most deadly eye contact with Keyleth as he asks, "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Vax hums thoughtfully. "Well, dead, most likely—"
"Fucking hell," Vex groans.
"—but if not that, then...mmm...living in Zephrah with Keyleth and our babies."
Keyleth's face instantly goes up in flames. She buries her nose in her tankard, utterly unable to make eye contact with any of her friends, who are either gagging or making the most obnoxious kissy noises. She nearly chokes on her mead when Vax asks, "Kiki?"
"Hm?" she squeaks.
"Does that scare you?"
Oh, fuck this game. She feels six pairs of eyes boring into her, but the only one she sees are his, large and dark like a cow's, his head twisted up to her with an expression so tender she wonders if he's real. "No," she whispers, "but that's what scares me."
And he grins a stupid, drunk, sloppy grin, so very satisfied with himself, and Keyleth rips her eyes away to throw whatever stupid question at Pike she can think of, anything to get the eyes off of her. As Pike thinks about what animal she'd want to be turned into for the rest of her life, Keyleth sneaks another peek back at Vax, who's still smiling like the cat who got the cream—and okay, maybe they both did, she thinks as she winds her fingers in his beneath the table, tipping her cheek onto the crown of his head with a sigh.
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tsunderetypea · 9 months
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Little Slayer 5| TLoVM x platonic!reader
[A/N]: Hey y’all, I hope you are enjoying the series so far. I’m trying to work on Part 6 but I’m running out on ideas on what to do or say so I thought it would be interesting to ask you the readers on what do you think should go on next and if you have any funny-liners to add in haha!
Please let me know in the comments! Now onward to the story!
Word Count| 1647
Link to [Part 4] | Link to [Part 6]
“I can’t believe it… they’re gone.” came the mournful response of the performing bard, Vax seeing his sorrowful expression as he himself was in disbelief that you had been taken just as fast.
However as he thought about what they should do at that moment, he noticed something was afoot.
Or rather something was missing.
“Surrender? They don’t know it.” a slightly familiar voice spoke. The eyes of the party members sparked in recognition of the voice, though their faces were in disbelief when they saw who had spoken it. “Impossible…” glowered the master of cremation as he lowered his head to look at you as you stood mere kilometers away holding Mythcarver in your hand.
You had managed to get it. ‘By the gods…’ thought the rogue as he could feel the corners of his lips quirk into a proud smile.
“Not ‘impossible’-- ‘I’M’ possible…” you corrected. With a smirk on your lips and with the vestige in hand; you directed Mythcarver to his feet. The dragon let out a guttural growl before looking down to see pouches of something on his left foot that alighted at that moment.
You knew that gunpowder would come in handy.
Multiple explosions reverberated in the area; Keyleth, Pike, Scanlan, and Vax moved out of the way as Scargone was knocked over by his injured foot.
Grog and Vex looked on with incredulous looks on their faces though the half-giants turned into one of glee. “See I told you she can vibrate…” he said proudly as the others recovered from the ground.
You happened to hear him and chuckled at his response but that laughter went away when Scargone set his sights on you.
His eyes seemed to try to read your figure as now that he was able to see you by the light of his flame that their was an air of familiarity surrounding you.
Of course you had no clue on what he thought of at that moment as without a second to waste you charged toward him with Mythcarver at the ready.
Vax however did not want you to further engage. “Scanlan, Keyleth get them!” he ordered as he saw your figure charge at the destructive monster.
From what you could tell all you could hear was white noise as you focused your attention on your oversized opponent who sent out another fury of blue. You dropped down skidding in time to now slide under his belly.
“Where are they?” Scargone hissed as his flame diminished from sight, sensing that you had evaded his attack. He lowered his head in search of you even though you quietly crept out from under his belly to now under his head. What you had in mind since you had the vestige was going to top all the stupidest things you had done so far.
But it would also give Vox Machina an opening when they saw what you would do next even though you couldn’t lie to yourself that it was a little bit scary.
Okay, a lot scary.
‘This is so scary?! Why did I think this was a good idea!?’ you admonished yourself as you tried to keep yourself going on the adrenaline, your lungs desperate for air as much as you tried to stifle your deep breaths. You couldn’t give way to your position no matter how much head damage the beast had as you waited for the exact moment to exact your attack.
You could see it approaching as when he was close enough to the ground, you darted out and climbed as fast as you ever climbed on top of his snout.
“That kid has more balls than I do…” the words spilled out of Scanlan’s mouth as they all witnessed you climb on top of the beast’s nose. “You got that right,” echoed Pike as they saw at first glance how Scargone was trying to make you let go of him.
“But why go on his… nose?” grunted Keyleth as she summoned more vines to pin the lizard’s wings. But her comment brought something to mind for the Matron’s champion as he looked onward to the still resisting beast though more importantly on you.
Then it hit him.
“I see what they are going to do, be on the ready..!” he informed as he ducked out of the way from a near fiery death. “I’m still trying to hold him down!” yelled the air Ashari. “Whatever you have planned, do it without me.”
“I’ll still stay with you,” Pike voiced as she still attempted to assist with all her being. “No Pike, we’re going to need you.” expressed the half-elf as he beckoned for both gnomes to follow after him. The cleric was hesitant, her eyes looking over to see if the Druid would be alright with her leaving only to see her send a look that confirmed it. It was only the four of them now that Percy, Grog and Vex were out of commission.
“GAHH!” you screamed as you tried to hold on.
“You insolent bitch! I’m going to roast you and eat you when I have my claws on you!” you heard Scargone say to you.
“I don’t taste delicious sorry! I think I have diseases!… the plague even!” you shouted as you held on to some nobs on his snout, all the while still holding onto Mythcarver. “Not the point you bastard!” he hissed as he threw his head in an attempt to bite your flailing limbs off or at most get the vestige out of your hands.
You had had it. “Then have tetanus then!” with a war cry that mostly sounded like a scream, you swung Mythcarver jabbing it by your luck a through-and-through into his nostrils.
Scaergone howled in utmost agony as your right arm was bathed in his blood.
Though by his distraction of pain, he had no time to react to the forces assembling behind him.
With a shout of “now”, thanks to Vax’s speed he was able to get Scanlan and Pike to Scargone’s skull and because of their sudden force; their attack was more deadly when they struck him again for the last time.
The dragon let out a wail as he tried to keep his head up until several gunshots penetrated his already wounded weak spots made his once towering head crash to the ground with a loud thud.
The trio having heard the gunshots looked up to see Percy towering over them on another nearby building, blood streaming down his head as he lowered his pepperbox.
“I thought this would never end…” he managed to huff out as Pike and Scanlan cheered in victory. “Me neither..” Keyleth uttered, drained as she leaned onto her staff for support. Out of all of them, she had taken the brunt of managing to stay around to keep Scargone grounded.
“It was thanks to the kid we were able to succeed…” Scanlan said with a smile, being the first to praise you. “Indeed..” Vax shared one as well that was quickly wiped away when he realized you might have not gotten off when they finished slaying the mythical beast.
“Oh shit, are they okay?..!” he quickly got off the slain dragon as he made his way toward the head, the others following in his pursuit. In that moment he did feel slight guilt from how he was acting towards you earlier. But it seemed to vanish as you said “I’m good!” to him when he made his way over. A smile was etched on your lips as you hung over upside down from the snout without a care as if you were not lying on top of a dead dragon.
“Thank goodness you are!” chuckled Pike as she watched Vax help you to get down from the dead beast’s snout. “I still can’t believe you did that..!” Scanlan spoke as Percy rounded the corner with Keyleth. For the most part, they seemed to be out of words to say as you landed down beside the gnome.
“Honestly I can’t believe I did that either!” you half-heartedly chuckled, a bit embarrassed from their praises. “I mean I know you guys said you didn’t need me around but uh… I couldn’t really help myself. I felt like I should’ve been here anyway.” you continued yet you felt yourself averting from their gazes. “I also wanted to properly thank you all from earlier. Can’t do that when you guys are dead, heh.”
“You didn’t really have to do that in more ways than some, but I think I can speak for all that we are glad you did.” Vax was the first to speak in response to your address as his comrades nodded with agreement. “But we would also like to thank you. You did save us in the end.” the freckles woman sent you a smile as you looked to her having heard she was speaking directly towards you.
“I told you they’re the best. They’re my pet after all,” a deep yet familiar voice boasted as you looked over to see Grog being helped by Vex as they approached your group.
“It appears so…” agreed the archer as she sent a nod your way, you taking it as her thanks as Pike raced over to them so that she could put her healing abilities to use.
“You flatter me, I wouldn’t mind actually being a… pet.” suddenly you saw the world going sideways as boots and other things you couldn’t identify filled your vision.
It was then the world turned black.
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blorbologist · 5 months
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mnim mnim mnim- trick or treat and Zahra?
Treat! :D
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Zahra was not exactly sheltered, growing up. For all that she was kept in a cage, it did not shield her from anything. Hunger, fear, distrust, pain. You know.
When freedom was offered to her on a cold floor and a somehow warmer moonbeam, she embraced it carefully. Mostly because the first time she could eat - really, truly eat! To her heart’s content! Whatever she liked, claimed the kind tiefling that took her in! - she bloated up like a balloon and retched most of it. And panicked (at the waste, she couldn’t waste, she was a waste). 
Safe to say, she took to the lesson well. Free as she might be, there were still limits out there. To her body, to her powers, to the world. And, truthfully? She had no interest, none at all, in finding where the bars of this cage were.
All that droll prologue to say… well. This is new.
“Candy?”
“Candy,” Vex’ahlia confirms, with the lithe grin of one familiar. She rifles through - no, really picks through it, like a bird at grain in gravel - to pluck a twin to the one she just popped in her mouth. “You know - sweets. Usually made from fruit juices, or chocolate. I know I never saw any in shops in Vasselheim, but have you really never -”
“Oh, I’ve heard, darling,” Zahra interrupts. Vex’ahlia will throw the gleaming thing at her with no provocation, so she reaches over to pluck it from her fingers. The wrapper crinkles in merry silver and reds. Like one of that Percival’s bullets, painted with blood. Charming! “Just never… thought such a small snack was worth the coin.”
Vex hums, already looking for her next prize. “Well, it’s worth mine. And it’s my treat. Go on - try some, before the boys get to the stash. Or Pike.”
Alright, alright. The claws make untwisting the waxy paper a bit of a hassle, but she unveils an elegant little lozenge with curls of vibrant color. She can’t quite smell the fruit flavor her friend noted, and so opens her mouth and drops the candy on her tongue.
Zahra purrs, tail curling loops around the chair’s arm. Strawberry and lemon melt and meet in something she can only describe as magical.
“You’re exaggerating,” Vex grouses. Then, with great cheer: “Try the orange one, darling.”
No, absolutely not. Zahra takes the whole bowl, to Vex’s laughter. She’s trying all of them.
(Unfortunately, that alerts Vox Machina to her loot, which is a whole ordeal. The childhood starvation might have resulted in a touch of food guarding. Oops.)
🎃Trick or Treat! Send me an ask and you'll get a trick (angst) or treat (fluff) ficlet in return! 🎃
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