#vox machina x child reader

[peantbutter-honeycombs]

Being a child member of Vox Machina and… | Vox Machina x child reader

Summary | Young reader is rescued by Vox Machina. After deciding to follow them in their travels they are somewhat taken under the wings of the group.

Genre | platonic, fluff

You were small when Vox Machina rescued you with a cluster of other children from the clutches of a vicious band of mercenaries that had decided to try their hand at child trafficking.

You were somewhat disappointed it wasn’t your parents who’d rescued you. A small part of you had hoped it would be them didn’t show, but now you had a chance at finding your family again.

Older children, teens really, took up arms, deciding to fill the new vacuum that would be left by the slaughtered mercenaries. However, they swore to do right by your saviors and tread a more righteous path, perhaps even free children less fortunate.

The younger were eager to return to their homes, and your saviors assured them there would be many to help them find their way in a near-by village. You were young, tiny. But unlike the other children, you had no place to return to once the dust had stilled and blood dried. No place you could name.

One of the roguish band seemed to notice you lagging behind the assortment of children trekking towards freedom. You were the smallest of the lot. Additionally, the unhealthy paleness of your skin suggested you’d been in captivity longer than the comparatively healthier looking younglings.

She offered you a spare cookie, so long as you promised, not let the others know. The wafer was dry and slightly stale, certainly not enough to satisfy your hunger, nonetheless you had something new to add to your very short list of favorite things in the whole world; cookies!

The band of rogues, or as they arrogantly called themselves Vox Machina, seemed nice enough in your opinion, a bit rough around the edges, funny. The biggest of the lot, from what you could tell, was a giant. They let a handful of kids use them as jungle gym as you all made your way. Conversely, the shortest walked alongside them, reminding the giant, buddy?, to be careful of the kids.

Then there was the purple short one and the person with antlers sprouting out of their head. They were funny to watch. The purple one swore he’d be able to help the antlered folk connect with kids, if they followed what they said exactly. Jumping ahead, the purple bard was now considered an easy tease, while the antlered one was particularly worshipped by the children of farmers after demonstrating her relationship with plants. (*Cough cough* peasants)

However, it was the other three you gravitated towards. The most level headed of the bunch, well as level-headed as one could be in this group of crazies. Ghost hair, pointy, and the kind one who’d given you the cookie. With the others corralling/entertaining the kids, they took up the lead, keeping a careful eye on the path ahead, weary of bandits.

You followed close at the heels of the kind one; you liked them the best. They didn’t seem to mind your presence, often checking for you when you began to fall behind. Ghost hair who walked by their side was distrustful, but the two waved off his concerns, poking at his mistrust of children.

You had never witnessed in your life such joy. Upon arriving at the nearest village, there were happy reunions as loved ones were reunited and hope was returned to those who received word of their family’s worry. The guards promised the remaining children they would be clothed and fed, then taken to their proper villages in due time. For the moment, the village had something to celebrate, and heroes to thank.

This gave you the perfect opportunity to disappear into the shadows. When the guards inquired where each of the unclaimed children were from, you were one who couldn’t put a name to the place, and unfortunately you couldn’t remember any landmarks of your home, just a river.

You didn’t know your surname, as your father had taken to calling you only by your affectionate nickname. Additionally, you didn’t know the names of parents. You were young. They were your mom and dad.

You refused to be hauled from village to village only to be placed in an orphanage when they couldn’t find your place. You wanted to find your parents; they had to miss you; you missed them.

You’d heard the purple one speaking, beastly spewing tales of the group's great travels across the lands. Vox Machina, a group of adventurers. Perhaps you could stowaway and use them to travel and find your family. (Thank the heavens you rolled a 19 + your stealth and everyone else rolled crap.)

Unfortunately after a half a day’s travel worth of walking your plan fell to shit when you sneezed.

“Vax, did you just sneeze out of your ass?” - Purple one

In a blink, Vox Machina took arms, ready to tear into the fool that’d decided to follow them. With your brilliant hiding spot beneath pointy’s, Vax’s cloak revealed you stood exposed with seven manners of weapons aimed at you.

You didn’t even flinch, instead waving, in the shy way children do. Your action managed to disengage all but one who’s weapon needed to be pushed down by the kind one.

“Hello darling.” - kind one Vex

After formal introductions were made, you felt comfortable making your plea.

There was an obvious split: Keyleth, Vex, Pike and Grog wanting to assist in your quest. Vex especially understood the hole that could be left by the absence of home. Conversely, Percy, Vax, and Scanlan wanted to return you to the village. Their line of work had no room for a child. Additionally, you would “cramp” their style.

Ultimately, Vax’s mind was changed after a private conversation with his sister. (You wished you had a sibling). Once Vax had been convinced, Percy begrudgingly followed only with the promise that if you caused them any trouble, you’d be turned over to the proper hands. Scanlan still swore your presence would “cramp” their style.

Now conditionally promised their protection, you decided to introduce yourself.

“They call me (y/n).” - You

Thus began your adventures with the group known as Vox Machina.

It wasn’t long before much of the group considered you a member of some status in their little group, though they’d never say.

Vex took it upon herself to teach you the basics of long ranged archery fighting. None of them allowed you to purposely engage in long ranged combat. Still, they armed you with a short bow and a slingshot.

When it was needed, you’d run healing potions to those who need them. Vax would, at some point, admit you were gifted with unnatural agility and speed. You affirm that you’d learned to be quick playing chase with your friend back home.

In terms of personality, you fell into a category with Percy. You tended to think highly of yourself and were quite intelligent. Scanlan Some would call you bossy, you preferred the term responsible. As Percy had conditioned, you couldn’t cause trouble, or they’d leave you behind. So you behaved doing your best to do as you were asked and staying out of trouble.

There was, of course, the naïve innocence that came with you. Everyone could only assume it was due to your time in captivity. There are times your inner child would make an appearance. You’d display your wonder in little jumps or squeals when something managed to excite you. Though you’d quickly regain a composure only comparable to that of a proper young lady.

If anyone it’s Vax, that brings out your childish habits, such a bad influence. He’s always poking at you, trying to convince you to assist him in his latest prank or con. Your cuteness makes you a great accomplice, when you do agree to assist. Partners in crime.

He lets you hide beneath the cloak when the sun is too bright, and snuggle in when the world is too much.

He reminds you of your friend back home.

Keyleth is eager to introduce you to the natural world and all it has to offer. But was disappointed to learn you have little interest in such things. When with your parents, you had heard once that druid magic was abominable. There’s only one magic that should be practiced.

Still, you’re very supportive of Keyleth. Always offering her a hand to hold when you notice her beginning to panic, politely listening to her ideas and rambles. You’re a good confidant.

You do enjoy the time spent with her, despite her antsy anxiety. There’s something about her that’s quieting, not disarming but quieting. Though you’d learned to look down on such tree huggers, you never forbid her from decorating your hair with flowers.

Grog and Pike, you quickly realized, are a friendship pair, the best of buddies, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t room for you in their pair.

Grog is basically an overgrown child himself. When you did unwind, was your giant playmate. Of the group, he was the only one to witness your hidden personality, the one even you yourself were not aware of, not the one you presented to please.

When the two of you would spar, he’d pretend your little punches were the stuff of legend, often letting you win just to see the lopsided smile on your face.

Furthermore, you both shared a love of meat raw or cooked. For one so small, you could certainly stomach your fair share. (He almost gave you ale once but was swiftly shut down by Percy).

As for Pike, she disappeared a lot, leaving much to be desired in terms of your friendship. Nonetheless, she had your back on multiple occasions, earning your admiration. Though you were small and young, she didn’t underestimate you, at times persuading the others to give your ideas a try.

While too much time around Pike would leave you with a headache and somewhat nauseous, presumably because of the long lectures about the Everlight and the righteous path (which bored you), you looked forward to her return whenever she was away.

Due to the risque nature of Scanlan Shorthault, most of Vox Machina did their best to prevent Scanlan from spending one-on-one time with you. They were concerned with what the bardic gnome might say, or teach you, while unsupervised.

Still, while you stayed awake on the dark nights, you couldn't help but listen to the soothing tunes he would strum while the others lay asleep.

Despite his rigidity, your second favorite member of the team was Percival. As mentioned, you two are relatively similar, both quiet, intelligent, and favoring dignified acts. You enjoy following him, attempting to replicate his mannerisms.

Initially, this had annoyed him, but you began to remind him of his younger siblings. Eventually he found himself falling into a certain pattern of behavior with you. “Don’t run too far (y/n),” “Don’t dawdle, (y/n), hold my hand.” Struggling to hide his panic anytime you were injured, checking on you while you slept.

He, of course, maintained his arms length attitude, knowing one day you’d leave the party and reunite with your proper family. Though he would never admit it, he had formed an attachment to you.

Knowing your love for cookies, Vex always has some on hand for when you’re looking down or do something worth rewarding.

Vex adores you. She’s made it her mission to return you to your rightful home. It led to some concern amongst her brother, who had to remind her on more than one occasion not to get too attached.

You care deeply for the strange group that’s taken you under your wing. But their care is conditional, temporary, you’re sure.

Now in Emon you spent much of your free time, usually the late nights, while the others got themselves plastered searching the signage for any inquiries of missing children and asking travelers in taverns about the river you remembered.

You hoped someone had some information that would spark your memory of home this time, as the group set out this evening. After all, this was the last tavern in Emon, hopefully things wouldn’t go sideways this evening.

But of course, your companions had to engage in a bar fight against an opposing band of adventures, all the while you sat peacefully at the bar enjoying some rough mutton. Their actions lead to the barkeep casting you all out to the curb and some questioning Vox’s abilities.

Fortunately, Scanlan discovered a help ad which directed you all to the doors of the palace. If only you’d known the direction, this act path would lead you toward. If only Vox Machina had known you better.

[innocent-cat]

I saw the Vox Machina with an Eda like reader and liked it, can I get a platonic one for Reader who is like King?

Not human thinks they are something related to monsters (but it turns out they are powerful creatures), are basically like a kid who gets frustrated when something doesn't go right and releases a squeak of rage, and is on a journey to find their family.

Waitttt I actually love this idea?

HEY!!! YOU!!!! my comms r open!! please request me!!

PartTitan!Reader x Vox Machina

HEADCANNONS

warnings - none

"Temper Titan", Titan!Reader x vox machina

everyone at once (devil emoji)

Nobody really quite KNOWS what you are, but they know you're part.

Referencing to the title, Percy has said he thinks your part titan, but due to advancements, there is no way to know for sure.

Because of that, Vox Machina had become known for having a "Temper Titan."

It's kind of embarrassing, at first when you heard of it, but you are pretty terrifying when you're mad.

Much like King and other titans, when you stomp or yell, the ground shakes and often things that should be strong enough to be stable such as a boulder, break.

Vox Machina also calls you this… but.. at least they accept you?

Anger issues goes crazy as a titan. you're real sensitive, but you can often end up sad instead of angry when they try to wind you up mid-battle.

Scanlan often tries to make fun of you during a battle but instead he just tugs on your strings and makes you cry.

A little upsetting when it happens, and you end up not talking to Scanlan for a while.

called you a whole loser dude

He was MEANNN man.

Of course, your cries are just as powerful if not more powerful than your stomps and yells.

he likes to pretend you couldn't drag him with and without magic

Sadly, when you do have a temper, Keyleth can feel it through her plants.

Its a downside, so when you're going nuts, Keyleth is down and coping with the fact the ground and plants are in pain.

its also a battle field issue a lot.. thankfully Scanlan's bard magic can always lift them up, but, it makes them a big, chunky target.

You being a little kid they don't want to be up too long without you.

Percy is especially careful about this.

Vex and Vax on the other hand could not care LESS.

swim or drown in their little world.

Keyleth scolds them about their carelessness for you, but when it comes down to it, they are the first ones to dive in and save you.

Vax especially.

They both see you as a younger sibling.

They try to keep your temper under control, but it doesn't work out sometimes, and you guys end up having to run away while in public

Like.. literally mid tantrum they'll just pick you up and put you on trinket.

sent away for poor behavior!!!

Vax buys you literally anything you want and its crazy..

its not even because he doesn't want you to be mad, its because he wants you to have what he didn't in his childhood, but Vex has a different view, and still wants you to grow up and be a responsible person.

BUT ANYWAYYYYYYY MORE KEYLETHH??? YES MORE KIKI

she often likes to take you out to nature just because

her connection to it makes her feel you have one too because they all think(know) you're a titan.

its really nice because you'll literally just lay there and you'll feel vines and grass growing around you comfortingly

like a big ol' blanket

Sometimes, you'll go out to her little spot without her, and you'll literally just be there for HOURS.

You gave Percy a heart attack.

he kinda scolded Keyleth for it so you started crying.. and.. titan tantrum.

he kinda just sighed and picked you up and brought you home with Keyleth

Grog is also low-key protective of you???

a lot like how he is with Pike

Pike might have told him to protect you, but either way, he is quite the man for the job.

consider him a body blocker

PIKE WILL MAKE YOU FUCKING MEDITATE WITH HER

not for religious reasons, just to help you calm down sometimes.

She's super sweet to you man.

mama pike

usually the one cooking for you because she strongly believes you should not be eating all the crap Vox Machina eats because they're all raging alcoholics with mommy or daddy issues(most of the time both)

[seb-reads31]

Hey, so was wondering if you write some headcannons about Keyleth and a Warforged Fighter, and have it be kind of like a mother/child relationship. If you need something to go off of, basically she and the rest of Vox Machina found it busted up while traveling, and she helped it using druid magic. I dunno, sounded kinda cool

Tw's - Mentions of alcohol, basically an abandoned child 😭, possible abuse??, Scanlan being Scanlan, overprotective mama Keyleth because of Scanlan if you so please, me not knowing Warforged anatomy because there wasn't anything helpful online 😭

Genre - Fluff

Type - Head canons

Comments - AWWWWW 😭💖💖 Now, I have no clue what a Warforged fighter is so I'll be doing a lot of research on it. If anything is wrong PLEASE tell me and I'll correct it as quickly as possible 🤧

Don't worry, mama's here

- It all started when Vox Machina were travelling together to the next town over when Vex had heard sparks, and what sounded like metal grinding against metal.

- They were confused, and decided to send Vex, Percy, and Keyleth to investigate the sounds.

- It didn't take too long before they found a small, humanish shaped clump of metal, sparks flying out of it's side. The metal grinding against metal was it trying to move it's legs which were covered in rust, as well as other parts of its body.

- It was sad.. the poor thing couldn't even see, its eyelids being rusted shut.

- Keyleth accidentally stepped on a twig when trying to get closer to the small, child-like, Warforged startling herself, Vex, Percy, and the aforementioned Warforged.

- It attempted to speak, their voice coming out in squeaks and scrapes, "W-who's t-t-there...?"

- The voice was quiet, but the forest was quiet enough for the small group to hear the poor thing try to speak.

- Keyleth kneeled down Infront of the small automaton with a kind smile on her face, even though they couldn't see it.

- "My name is Keyleth, but you can call me Kiki for short. What's your name?" She asked in a sweet voice.

- The small automaton answered in kind, but with a small scratchy voice. It sounded like its voice box was either damaged or rusted as well, and no one knew why it was rusted, possibly beaten, then just left here to face the elements.

- Keyleth felt bad for it, and looked towards Percy, silently asking if he could help them. Percy was a bit hesitant, but with the help some puppy eyes from Keyleth the white haired artificer relented and offered his help to the small Warforged.

- They were hesitant, skeptical, but accepted the help. The 3 called Grog over so he could carry the automaton to the next closest town.

- During the next few hours of travel, Keyleth started talking to the Warforged about their adventures, telling them many stories, some adventurous, while some are funny and light hearted.

- Scanlan attempted to tell one of his.. "adventures" in the bedroom before Keyleth gave him a dark glare, silently warning him to not even dare in front of the child-like machine.

- He immediately shut up and quickly walked away from Keyleth, slightly afraid to anger her again.

- After some odd hours, they reached the town as the sun started to set in search of an inn to rest. Unfortunately, they didn't get to drink much, if anything at all while Percy did his best to fix the dents, scraps, gashes, and try to remove any rust that was left over, mostly focusing on the eyes so they could see where they were and wouldn't panic too much about any loud noises such as yelling or banging.

- It took a little bit of elbow grease (as well as some help from a passerby who gave some advice) and voila! The small Warforged could see again!

- They were happy, yes, but also a little startled at the sudden light and faces. The first person they took a good look at was Keyleth, almost as if they knew that she was the first person who spoke to them.

- There was adoration, wonder, and a warmth in their robotic eyes you would never expect from a Warforged.

- They didn't say anything to Keyleth, instead allowing Percy to take a look at their voice box (I'm guessing here, correct me if I'm wrong at any point-) so he could fix the scratching sound in their voice when they talk.

- As Percy worked, you would occasionally look at Keyleth, but would quickly look away if she looked at you.

- After about 15-20 minutes, Percy was finally done. He did what he could to make your voice less scratchy, but just enough for you to speak without feeling like you were eating heavily rusted nails.

- Percy had you say a few things to test your voice and see if he needed to make any adjustments, but everything went well! You could speak just fine, and the first thing you said was directed at Keyleth, "You're really nice, and pretty."

- Everyone at the table just looked at you like you grew a second head! Well, everyone but Keyleth.. she was on the verge of happy tears. . . probably because she was in the middle of a drinking contest with Grog when you said that, and she's a pretty emotional drunk.

- She quickly placed down her very large mug of beer and hugged you tightly. She basically adopted you from that moment on, and the small Warforged joined her and Vox Machina in their adventures to come!

[scatterbrain33]

Hi everyone, I’m Scatterbrain and I’m new to Tumblr so please go easy on me,

I like to write stories, mostly requests and x child reader stories, (platonic obviously) mix fandoms and sometimes make my own oc’s

I already have some ideas that I’m going to post soon, but if you have any requests or ideas I’d love to hear them.

Fandom’s I like to write about:

My hero academia

Young Justice

Hazbin Hotel

American Horror Story Coven

Vox Machina

I can’t wait to see what candy of crazy stuff I post,

See you int he next post, Bye 💖💖💖

[cherubfae]

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

With Vax, Percy, & Scanlan

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

Vax

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

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

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

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

Percy

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

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

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

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

Scanlan

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

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

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

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

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[blueseachelle]

Ball Dress

Sebastian Sallow x Shy! Reader X Ominis Gaunt

(Slight Garreth Weasley as well)

Summary: The Yule Ball is an annual event. Y/n was always a shy girl, yes, she was friends with Ominis and Sebastian but, she mostly kept to herself. Now that the ball is here, Y/n realizes how truly alone she is. Now, she sat, crying in her ball dress in The Undercroft.

Inspired by: Prom dress by mxmtoon

Author's Note: Sorry for the long Hiatus, I got severe writer's block and tried to get some sort of inspiration. I'm getting it back slowly! And to all my Vox Machina people, I didn't forget about ya'll. I'm slowly writing them. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Y/n sat on a bench in one of the many hallways of Hogwarts. She listened to the girl walk by talking about who was going to ask them to the Yule Ball coming up. She heard the boys talk about who to ask or even if they had a chance.

Y/n adjusted her glasses and got up. She walked alone to her common room and to her dorm. She opened the door to an empty room. It was mostly empty due to not having any roommates. She did have roommates at one point but, they just got moved over and over. She didn't know why. She thought she was a great roommate. She kept to herself and kept everything tidy. She didn't talk much. Maybe that was the reason but, the (H/c)-colored girl tried to ignore the hurt feelings.

Y/n grew up as an only child in a prestigious wizarding family. All she knew was being alone so, she does. She keeps to herself and is quiet.

The only person who made an effort to talk to her was Sebastian but, he mostly wanted to know if she knew how to heal or remove curses because she comes from a long line of healers and curse breakers. She doesn't but, she thinks the only reason he talks to her is the fact that she will learn eventually or that he has pity for her. Ominis was nice but, she thinks that he talks to her because he shares the same pity as Sebastian.

Y/n sighed and sat on her bed. On her pillow sat a box and a letter, she took it gingerly and opened it. It was from her mother. She was more excited about the Yule Ball than Y/n was. After she read the letter, she opened the box. In it sat a grey ombre dress with gold accents. Under the dress was a pair of gold and nude heels. With it was another small velvet box, which Y/n opened. A gold tiara with a leafy theme to match the dress. She sighed and set everything aside.

She walked to her desk and wrote a letter to her mother thanking her for the Yule Ball outfit and sending it. She then put everything how it was and put in the box and slid it under her bed. Y/n sat on her bed as tears flowed down her cheeks. She didn't sob or anything, she was used to this feeling and welcomed it. Loneliness engulfed her in a familiar hug.

~~~~~~

Sebastian sat next to Ominis at breakfast, talking about the Yule Ball.

"Who are you going to take, Ominis?"

Ominis shook his head,

"No one. I don't care to even go but, I have to because my mother said to represent our family."

"Oh come on, Ominis. It's going to be awkward when I'm snogging my date and you are just sitting there. You should at least take someone to talk to."

Ominis sighed,

"I might."

Sebastian patted his back,

"That's the spirit!"

He then caught sight of their friend. The girl just wandered into the Great Hall, wearing her oversized sweater and clutching a book to her chest. He called out to her,

"Oi! Y/n! Over here!"

Y/n pushed up her glasses and, reluctantly, made her way over to the duo. Sebastian scooted over so she could sit between them. She shyly sat between them,

"Good morning, Sebastian, Ominis."

Sebastian and Ominis smiled at her,

"Good morning, Y/n." "Good morning."

The girl pushed her glasses up on her nose and clutched her book tighter to her chest.

"So, did you find your dress and a date yet?"

Y/n shrugged,

"I got my dress and that's about it. No one asked me to the ball yet."

Sebastian crossed his arms,

"Well, if anything, you can hang out with Ominis and me at the ball. I think people are blind if they don't ask you to go with them."

Y/n shrugged again,

"It's their decision to ask, not mine. The ball is in a week so, we'll see by then."

Ominis patted her back,

"It'll be okay. You are always welcome with us."

Y/n could see the pity in Sebastian's eyes and Ominis's expression. She felt tears build up in her eyes. She stood up suddenly,

"I forgot that I have a potion assignment due today. I got to go."

She offered them a fake smile but, Sebastian could see the redness around her eyes,

"Hey. Are you-"

Before Sebastian could ask if everything was okay, she was already out of the Great Hall.

~~~~~

Y/n avoided Ominis and Sebastian the rest of the week. Every time she saw them or heard them, she went the opposite way. She let them see too much. She needed to put on her mask and be okay but, right now, everything was to emotional for her.

Y/n sat at her vanity she summoned and put her hair up into an elegant bun. She had to be at the Great Hall in an hour for the Yule Ball. She is already in her dress, shoes, and makeup. She gently set the tiara in her (H/C) locks. She didn't wear her glasses tonight. She put in her contacts and did an eye look to make her (E/c) eyes stand out for once. They weren't hidden behind her dark-framed glasses.

Y/n exited her dorm 10 minutes before she had to be there. She made her way there slowly, making sure to avoid Ominis and Sebastian. She didn't want to face them.

~~

Sebastian and Ominis sat at one of the many round tables in the Great Hall. Sebastian was accompanied by a Gryffindor girl and Ominis was accompanied, forced by his mother, by a pureblood Slytherin girl. They sat next to them but, an open chair was between the two boys.

Sebastian looked to Ominis,

"Have you seen Y/n yet?"

Ominis gave him a blank stare,

"Well, I can't see anything, actually."

Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh,

"You know what I mean. Have you sensed her yet?"

Ominis held his wand out to the crowd coming in. He focused in,

"There. She's in the middle on the crowd."

Sebastian stood to scan the crowd. Amongst all the Hogwarts house-colored dresses, a girl with a beautiful grey ombre dress with gold accents and a gold tiara. His breath caught in his throat,

"That can't be her. She doesn't look anything like Y/n."

"Are you questioning my senses?"

"Yes, I am. That can't be her."

Ominis sighed and stood up,

"Fine. I'll go get her."

He held his wand in front of him as he navigated the crowd. His wand finally revealed her. Sebastian was right, she wasn't the normal Y/n. No glasses. No baggy sweatshirt. Just a gorgeous girl with an ethereal aura. Ominis walked up to her,

"Y/n. Where have you been? Sebastian and I were worried sick about you. Come along, we have a seat for you."

Y/n put on her perfected plastic face. With a fake laugh, she said,

"Sorry for worrying you. Let's have a good Yule Ball."

Ominis knew it was fake. He knows the real Y/n and his concern only grew for her but, he just went with it. She will reveal it in time. He led her to the table and pulled her chair out for her. She sat as he scooted her in,

"Thank you, Ominis."

"You're Welcome."

The blind male sat next to her next to his 'date'. Sebastian cleared his throat,

"Um, who are you and what happened to Y/n?"

Y/n let out a fake giggle and smile,

"It's me. I just had to get into ball attire. What do I look ugly?"

Sebastian shook his head vigorously,

"No no no. It's not that-"

Y/n cut him off before he continued,

"I'm just teasing. Calm down."

After a moment of silence, Y/n smiled at the girls,

"Hello, Ladies. My name is Y/n L/n. It's wonderful to meet you."

The Gryffindor girl crossed her arms,

"Well, Y/n L/n, My name is Isabel and that's all you need to know."

Y/n just smiled at her with that fake smile, making the girl huff. The (E/c) eyed girl looked to the Slytherin girl,

"And you?"

The Slytherin girl glared at her,

"My name is Samantha Black, Pureblood. Not that you know anything about that."

Y/n just continued smiling,

"Beautiful name."

Ominis and Sebastian watched as their dates glared at their friend. Ominis's heart ached for the girl. He hated that screwed-in smile. He wanted the normal Y/n back. The nerdy girl he had intellectual conversations with. The girl he fell in love with.

Sebastian thought the same. He could see the hurt run through Y/n's but, she kept that plastic smile. He wouldn't let them talk to her like that. He gentle set a hand on her shoulder and cleared his throat,

"Actually, Samantha, Y/n is a pureblood herself. She comes from a long line of Curse Breakers, Healers, and Aurors. Pretty impressive, I would say. The last thing I heard the Blacks had was... what was it? Oh yeah, they just had some prideful mediocre wizards and witches."

Ominis chuckled as Samantha and Isabel gasped. Y/n just continued to smile. Isabel slapped his shoulder with a glare,

"Apologize. Right now."

Sebastian just looked at her,

"Nothing to apologize for. Not my fault her lineage is not impressive."

Samantha looked over at Ominis,

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

Ominis just smirked,

"I can't help his opinion. Seeing you act offended only confirms his statement."

She just huffed and crossed her arms.

Y/n just watched the scene with her plastered smile. Isabel then spoke with a glare in her eye,

"So, Y/n, where's your date?"

Y/n just laughed fakely,

"Well, I chose to come alone."

Samantha then butted in,

"Not your choice, I assume?"

Y/n felt her mask break for a second but, repaired it quickly. She smiled warmly at the snobby girls,

"Yes but, I don't blame them. My normal look isn't the most pleasing to the eye but, I'm here to study, not date."

"That's what people who can't get any."

"Yeah."

Y/n felt the dam in her head start to fill but, she couldn't let them know they got to her. So, she kept her smile and nodded in agreement. The two girls smirked at each other, feeling superior to her. They looked at each other and stood up,

"Isabel and I are heading to the ladies' room. We'll be back in a few."

They left, of course not without giving their dates a kiss on the cheek and a sensual shoulder squeeze.

Ominis took a deep breath,

"Thank Merlin they're gone. You okay, Y/n? You're acting strange."

Sebastian put a hand on the girl's back,

"You can talk to us, okay? What's going on?"

Y/n just kept her smile and laughed,

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just chatting with your dates. They seem sweet. Anyway, I need to get some air."

Y/n got up and proceeded to one of the nearby balcony doors. Once outside in the frigid air, she let herself slowly shatter. She leaned forward on the railing, she felt the tears build up but, she didn't let them fall. Then, the door opened behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see a familiar red-headed Gryffindor, Garreth Weasley.

He smiled and walked to her,

"Needed some air too? It's stuffy in there."

He stood next to the shorter girl. He could see by her face, even though she tried her best, something was wrong.

"Hey. What's wrong, Y/n? Did some idiot hurt you?"

Y/n said nothing but continued to look out over the snowy terrain. Garreth patted her back gently,

"If it helps, you look gorgeous tonight. Well, you usually look cute everyday but, you look gorgeous tonight if that makes sense."

Y/n nodded and looked at him slightly,

"I understand. Thank you."

He rubbed her back,

"So, what's upsetting you? Do I need to crack some skulls?"

This made Y/n giggle before shaking her head,

"You don't have to do that. It's just, well, I don't have a date and Ominis's and Sebastian's dates are being really rude to me. I just needed a break but, I feel as if I will break."

Garreth sighed,

"They are dumb for not correcting their dates' behaviors. They shouldn't think that's okay. I saw them with Isabel and Samantha. I hate them. Anyway, how about this? You don't have to stay here to please them. You go somewhere comfortable for you to release your emotions and I'll go talk some sense into them. Okay?"

Y/n's eyes started to fill with tears. She nodded and sniffled,

"Just don't talk to them. I don't want to burden them with my feelings. They should enjoy themselves."

"No. They don't deserve to ruin your time for them to have a good time. Your feelings are important. I know you are shy so, that's why I'm handling it. You need to go somewhere to release your emotions without prying eyes. If I don't see you again tonight, I hope you feel better and I'm always here and around. I hope to be friends."

Y/n gently hugged him, her tears slipping down her face,

"We definitely will. I'm gonna go before I break down right here."

Garreth hugged her back,

"Of course. Feel better, Y/n. I'll take care of this."

With that, Y/n released from the hug and slipped back inside and out of the Great Hall doors. She went to the closest place nearby, The Undercroft.

~~

Anger was an understatement. Garreth was livid. He watched as Y/n exited the Great Hall and took a deep breath. He then set his sights on a certain Slytherin duo who was chatting with their dates. He walked over to them,

"Ominis. Sebastian. How are you lads?"

Sebastian looked to Ominis and then to the Gryffindor boy,

"Not bad. How are you, Weasley?"

Garreth put his hands in his pockets and sighed,

"Well, I was doing okay but, something interesting happened and I wanted to ask you guys a question."

Ominis tilted his head in confusion,

"What's the question?"

Garreth smirked,

"Are you two happy?"

Sebastian gave Garreth a confused look,

"I mean. I guess we are. Are you Ominis?"

The blind boy shrugged,

"I could go either way."

Garreth scoffed at them,

"I can't believe that you two can be happy at the expense of another. True Slytherin's the both of you."

Sebastian stood up and locked eyes with Garreth,

"You better spit out whatever you have an issue with now. I'm tired of your riddles, Weasley."

Garreth steeled his eyes at Sebastian,

"I went out to get air and I bumped into someone. You guys claim to be her friends but, I found her crying alone and in the cold. I asked her what was wrong and she told me. You two make me sick. First, you upset Y/n so badly that I couldn't find her to ask to the Ball and then, had the audacity to let your dates belittle her and not say anything. You guys actually made her cry. To think, she trusted the two of you."

Ominis and Sebastian stared at Garreth. Ominis stood up quickly,

"Where'd she go to?"

"Like I'd tell you if I knew. I'm just here to stand up for her because she needs an actual friend."

Ominis went to leave until Samantha pulled on his sleeve,

"Ominis. Are you really going to leave me for a slob like her?"

Ominis glared at her and tugged his sleeve out of her grasp,

"Yes, you wench. I only asked you to go to this stupid ball to me is because my mother told me to. I would never ask someone as horrid as you out ever. "

He quickly left the hall after.

Sebastian shoved Garreth,

"You stay away from Y/n, Weasley. You only want in her pants and I won't let you."

"Oh? If that was the only reason I wanted to talk to Y/n, I wouldn't be here saving your friendship. I care for her. She knows that. I'm not going to do anything Y/n doesn't want. I told her where she can find me."

Sebastian just growled and looked at his date,

"I only asked you here to get bedded. All the boys of Hogwarts know you are easy. Talk about or to Y/n ever again, I'll make sure your parents know everything."

With that, he left out of the Great Hall as well.

~~~

Y/n made it to the Undercroft just in time for tears to burst from her eyes. She sat on the loveseat by the nearby fireplace and cried. She sat alone, crying in her ball dress. For the first time, sobs racked through her body. She was deeply hurt by what happened tonight. She wished she never had gone or sat with her 'friends'.

Soon, she heard the gate open but, she didn't turn to see who it was. She then felt the person sit next to her.

"Y/n. I'm so sorry."

It was Ominis. He gently laid a hand on her back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to calm her down. Y/n shook her head,

"Just leave me be. I don't want to see or hear you right now."

"I will not leave you."

"Me either and never again."

Sebastian's voice finished the sentence for Ominis. He sat on the other side of her. He wrapped his arm around her,

"Y/n. I heard from Weasley how you feel but, I want to hear it from you. I think this goes deeper than just tonight. Start from the beginning if you can."

Y/n sniffled,

"I've always been alone. I have no friends. I don't believe you guys are truly interested in friending me. Sebastian, you only started to talk to me because of my lineage. Ominis was dragged in because he's your friend. I can see the pity in both of your eyes and expression. I'll just go back to being alone, like always."

Ominis grabbed her hand,

"Y/n. Yes, I started talking to you because of Sebastian but, I will never stop. I enjoy you and your company. I enjoy that when you tell me about a book you read and ramble about it for hours. I love being near you. I try my best to be but, I know you need space."

Sebastian grabbed her other hand.

"Now that I know how you feel, I can tell you that I truly want to be your friend. Yes, I thought I could have you help my sister because of your lineage. Things changed. If I didn't want to talk to you because I didn't get what I wanted, I would've never introduced you to Ominis and stuck around so close to you. I enjoy you around. Your nerdy, shy self. I love how your glasses slide down your nose and you always have to push them up. I love how you are always where a sweatshirt but, your hands are always freezing."

Y/n looked between the two of them. She released her hand from them and held her arms out,

"Can I have a hug please?"

"Of course, Doll."

"Of course, My Love."

Ominis and Sebastian embraced her in a group hug. They all finally were smiling. Sebastian sighed into her hair,

"No more tears, okay? If crying was a contest, you would be queen of the ball."

Ominis chuckled while Y/n giggled and nodded,

"No more tears. I can try. I love you guys. I hope you know that."

"Well, we love you too."

Ominis answered back a little too quickly, Sebastian gave him a cheesy grin.

To figure out if she meant love as friends or more was another day's event. For now, they were content in each other's arms. Finally, Y/n wasn't alone.

[railroad-migraine]

In honour of Legend of Vox Machina coming out, can we have a Percy x (fem/gender neutral) reader with the prompt "You feel like home to me." Maybe reader also lost their home (or they were from Whitestone too)

'Welcome Home'

-> Percy x GN!Reader

Notes: Angst and fluff, hurt comfort. I started writing this piece in January 2022. As of June 2023, I have now watched TLOVM. Sorry it took a while Anon, but I wanted to save your lovely request for when I eventually got into Vox Machina 💙 Can be read as platonic or romantic

~ Poet

*****

It wasn't meant to be like this.

Things had not gone to plan. What was the plan, you say? That is debatable depending on who you'd ask.

To start, Vax was unfortunately spotted skulking around the enemy's camp. That then lead to small confrontation, one that he'd be fine to handle all by himself, one where he was suspiciously poked and prodded at innocently, but Keyleth instinctually stepped in to save him - thus getting the whole party involved and quickly overwhelmed. It was manageable until the exact moment where Grog lopped off the head of one of the bandits.

To put it simply, all hell broke loose and it all went to shit.

However, in the end, when the bandits lay dead and smloldering by the campfire, it was a victory for Vox Machina.

A victory, maybe. But not quite a win.

Wounds were in need of tending to, and Pike was far too exhausted to treat everyone. Camping in the woods did not seem to be the best option, the trees offering little cover, and neither did the cliff face nearby. Frustrated, tired, hungry - voices raising at each other prickled the hairs at the back of your neck and you knew you had to step up. To be the adult.

"There is a village," you start, but no one chooses to listen, your voice just another one in the argument.

"There is a village," you repeat, a little more firm and insistant, and the others begin to withdraw, eyes falling onto you, "not far from here. I- I didn't mention it before because it doesn't belong on the map. Not anymore, at least.

"We can go there, set up camp, sit down and just shut up for a few hours," you sigh.

Most of the party look hesitant but Scanlan raises a brow and shrugs with an easy nonchalance that you envy. "If you say it's safe, I'm down."

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"It is." You hope. "I promise.

Percy watches you carefully, the fading light of the Sun behind him casting shadows on his face, sharpens his already sharp jawline even further until it cuts into his coat's collar. Something dangerous in his expression. "Lead on, then," but he doesn't sound convinced.

And so you lead your friends to the home and earth that once nurtured your childhood, the very same that you abandoned all those years ago in favour of adventure.

You were still young. Like a child, scarrless, soft, green and new to the greater world that waited for you beyond your doorstep.

It wasn't meant to be like this, you think as you fall to your knees, taking in the grim sight before you. It's hard to tell what exactly happened, whether the homes had been raided and intentionally burned down, or if it had been a simple accident and the townspeople luckily fled somewhere safe.

How long had it been since you left home? What seemed like yesterday were many, many months for your people, and anything can happen in that time apart.

But you never expected to be returning home to a graveyard.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"I'm sorry."

You sniffle and quickly wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, choking back a bitter laugh. "Percy." He pulls his mouth into a straight line, a grimace of sorts. "You can be a thorn in my side at times, but why should you be sorry?"

He shifts his weight on his feet. "Because... because it's what people might have said to me when I was in a similar state. I'm not sure if it would ever have made me feel better, but I suppose it shows some level of... respect. Condolences. Comfort, sometimes. Or so I've heard."

He pulls his coat tighter around his torso, the bite in the air unforgiving even as you mourn for your childhood home while your knees press into dirt. You risk a glance up at his face, and his forlorn expression shatters your already broken heart. He feigns a weak smile, and ducks his chin in sympathy. "It's not for everyone, I suppose."

It's a cold comfort as your grip on the ashes of your home loosens, and slips through your fingers, like sand lost in the wind.

Percy says your name, clear and grounding, and you manage to tear your gaze from what's left of your history. "Look at me." You crane your neck to look to where he looms over your hunched form. "Home is a feeling... I know that more than anybody."

Slowly, so slowly and gentle as if caught in slow motion, he crouches down to meet your height. He appraises you for a hesitant moment, then reaches out to wipe a tear that trails down your cheek, one that you had accidentally neglected. It smears across your skin smoothly, leaving a clean line in the thin layer of dust you had acquired since the battle and trek over here.

He looks at you softly, and you nearly sob from the incredible amount of emotions you feel all at once. You grip his hand like a lifeline and press it into your face so that you can lean into the comfort he's providing, and a shudder washes over you at the warmth radiating from his glove.

Percy nudges your chin up with his free hand, and you have no choice but to meet his watery eyes.

"And you feel like home to me."

In that moment, you know you feel the same for him.

*****

[posts this and RUNS]

[tsunderetypea]

Little Slayer| TLoVM x platonic!reader

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

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

Word Count| 2148

Link to [Part 02]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hoped it would not escalate.

—

“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.

[finn-writes-stuff]

Could you do headcannons of Vex, Vax, Keyleth and Pike from critical role reacting to a partner being pregnant?

Baby Makes Three

How do these members of Vox Machina react to finding out that you're pregnant?

Vex, Vax, Keyleth & Pike x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/Critical Role Campaign 1

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, especially of the reader being currently pregnant. Vague allusions to Syldor's bad parenting. Mentions of Keyleth's mother disappearing. Worrying about being a bad parent and other anxieties about messing up a kid.

Gender-Neutral Reader who is pregnant. Are they AFAB? Is it fantasy plot magic? Who's to say?

Masterlist

I am a firm believer in the fact that being an adventurer in a fantasy world will mess up your parenting skills a little bit, but it's fineeeee -Finn

Vax

He has so many daddy issues, he is definitely panicking. Even in a situation where you both planned this and want a child right now, he is panicking about being a bad father to your kid and having them take after him.

Vax does his best to keep most of the panic from you, he doesn't want to stress you out and he doesn't want you to feel like it's your fault that he's worried, but he isn't great at hiding it. He hugs you and you can feel exactly how stiff every muscle in his body is.

Having a solid conversation with Vex about it helps. And then talking to you for a long time about what it's going to be like having a kid and parenting together. After that, he will calm down significantly, even if the stress hasn't quite left him.

He wants to be a good parent so badly, especially when he gets to be one with you. The idea of having a little kid running around with his eyes and your smile melts his heart in his chest.

He's so protective of you now. He already was, but now that there's a baby in the mix too? He doubles down on it. Vex will also be extra protective of you, she is incredibly excited to be an aunt.

Vax just needs some time to process it and get past his own worries, then he will be the most excited future father. Even when he's still terrified, he is supporting you as best as he can.

Vex

Unsurprisingly, due to having the same parents, Vex also has daddy issues! She deals with them differently though, so she isn't quite as scared of the idea of being a parent as her brother is. She leans more into making sure that she will be a good parent, come hell or high water.

Presumably, this pregnancy was planned, so Vex knew this was coming. She has everything planned out. Names, clothes, toys, kindergarten, everything. She is so completely, totally prepared for this.

The night you two find out that it worked and you're pregnant, she cries. It throws her off guard because this entire time she has been focused on the details. But at that moment, she is reminded of why you guys are doing this and of how much she loves you.

Trinket is just as excited as the both of you are. He has started very carefully carrying around toys in order to prove how helpful he can be when the baby comes. He also just about killed someone when they bumped into you a bit too roughly. Vex was very clearly not trying that hard to stop him.

She will spend so much time spoiling you and bringing you everything you can ask for. It doesn't matter if it's still the first trimester and you aren't even showing, she isn't going to make you get up and grab things yourself when she can do it!

Pike

Mama Pike, my beloved.

She is arguably the most normal about this development. She's excited and worried and there are a million emotions going through her head, but the only one that really matters is the overwhelming love that she feels.

Grog is going to be the godfather, this is Pike's important request. The trade-off is that you get to see him sob about it when you offer the role to him. He is the most emotional about the pregnancy and it's not even his baby.

Pike really likes kids, and the idea of having her own makes her really happy. Having it all finally come together has her riding a high for the next week.

She is very careful about keeping spell slots in order to keep you safe. She refuses to potentially run out of them when you need her. She trusts that you can generally take care of yourself, but she would never forgive herself if anything happened to you.

She enjoys just watching you with your hands on your stomach. It creates a deep sort of contentment in her. She loves you, you love her, your child is on the way and the both of you will love them with everything you have. This is how it's meant to be.

Keyleth

Keyleth is so incredibly anxious about this, but she is doing her best to keep it together. She talks a lot with Pike and Percy about how she isn't going to disappear like her own mother did. It is her worst fear to leave her own child alone like that.

But she has Vox Machina to help assuage her fears, and more than anything, she has you. You, to keep her steady and grounded, to love her and to love this baby, to be her partner and help her through her worries.

She would do anything for you. She would face any fear she has, so long as it meant you were happy. And creating this family with you does make her terribly happy too, despite all the worries. She dreams about it sometimes, about the scenario where she is done worrying and can just live a life with you.

Her father wants to be around to help out as much as he can. Keyleth is very emotional about this fact. He sends so many of her childhood toys for you to give to your new child.

She likes talking to the baby before they're born, just laying her head on your abdomen and speaking softly about how excited she is to meet them.

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Temporary Partners

Vax’ildan x Fem!Reader

MDNI (it’s not smut but it strongly hints)

It started out as any other job, the main difference was this was probably the wealthiest individual you’ve had as a target, now it wasn’t anyone of high importance just another prick with much gold stroking his ego on the daily. You were more than willing to go to an event such as a ball or gala to intermingle yourself into the crowd and snatch the precious item you were sent to retrieve, to you that was childs play.

It wasn’t difficult for you to snake your way inside the home of this man with the crowd of high class people piling in with there multiple “plus-ones” you found it a little too easy if you’re being honest.

“Nothing a little ‘makeup’ can do” the so called makeup being a disguise spell, the dress was real be it with a few added glam elements, a gem accent here a sparkle there and they were hooked. Not standing out but also not out of place. Perfect.

As one does you scan the room for a few reasons; 1. To get a layout of the building, how it flows, escape routes and such, where precious items may be held. 2. The people, who was here, who to interact with and who to stir clear from.

As you were doing such your eyes fell upon a rather unique group and after a moment you pieces together that it was the infamous Vox Machina lads, mainly the loud and socially awkward Goliath and overly flirtatious Gnome being the main giveaways, but one character stood out from this ragtag team. A half elf man who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here, the dark locks of hair slicked back and his sharp features were enough to even make you gawk if even just for a moment, but unfortunately you do have a job to do and now wasn’t the time to get caught by anyone, let alone these guys.

While stirring clear from them as much as you could you intermingled with the guests, making stories about this and that and how you were invited among other small talk that you could frankly live without. You excuse yourself from one of the groups you were talking to, making your way to the stair case to search for this heirloom. As comes wealth comes locked doors and that was your first guess on where to look, picking locks was typically nothing that you’d sweat about but it was going to be a little difficult to do it smoothly with the amount of traffic these halls had. Maybe you’d have to stay a bit later when people had more alcohol in their system. You sighed annoyed by the fact you couldn’t just be in and out like you wanted to. Oh well, might as well eat while you’re here, who turns down free food?

You waltz back down the stairs and over to the buffet table, your hunger driving you on autopilot as you fill your plate. As you were loading a slice of meat onto your plate you bumped into someone “oh! Terribly sorry-“ you look over and see a while haired fellow with glasses. “Oh no no madam, that was my fault. I should’ve been more observant, please allow me.” This gentleman finished plating the meats and surrounded side dishes onto your plate with your instructions on portions. “Quite the gentleman, and you are?” You held out your hand for him to take, without missing a beat he took your hand in his and bowed slightly. “Percival. Or Percy,” he introduced himself. You gave him some alias you had in your back pocket as he went about his way. As you watched him leave you saw him regroup with that Vox Machina, well he seems to be the most sane one of the group so you figured it would be fine. (far from it but ok pop off)

As the party continued through the night the crowd wasn’t quite as full but it was extremely lively. This was your chance to sneak away, the host being occupied with ladies fawning over him for one reason or another. You slip back upstairs and start making your way into some of the locked away doors. It didn’t take long to find the room you were looking for. You lock the door behind you and began your search, this damn pocket watch better be worth the hassle. You found it in an extravagant jewelry box, in the middle on full display. It was as if he was asking to get robbed. You replace the spot with a much lesser ordinary pocket watch to fuck with him a bit. You were grinning to yourself, knowing your job was nearly done.

“Aren’t you a sneaky little thing.” An unknown voice chirped quietly, causing you to dart your gaze over. Hand prepped to grab your dagger strapped under your hip. It was that half elf man you saw earlier. What was his name? “I- I didn’t hear you.” You put on a smile as if you weren’t doing anything wrong. “You gave me quite the fright! I don’t believe we’ve met.” The man walked towards you with a saunter, flirtatious even. “The name is Vax, and who are you beautiful?” My Gods he was attractive, you didn’t mind this private meeting, well you kind of did considering he fucking saw you steal the pocket watch. You gave the same Alias as before and he chuckled “Okay, what’s your real name?” He asked, your eyebrow raised. He was good, considering you didn’t hear him enter the quiet room in the first place. He was extremely good. “Y/n. How did-“

“A thief knows a thief.” He winks. “Unfortunately for you, I also need that pocket watch.” He held out his hand, asking for you to give it to him. What did he take you for? “Excuse me??” You ask, brows furrowed. “Like I’m just gonna hand this over to you. Dream on, pretty boy.” Vax kissed his teeth with a smirk. “You think I’m pretty do you?” He leans closer, putting each hand on either side of you onto the dresser behind you. Trapping you between his arms. “The feelings mutual. So how are we gonna sort this out hm?” He asks.

You lick your lips and grin. “If you’re as good as you think you are how about this. I give this to the man who hired me, get paid. I help you steal it back you can give it to whoever hired you. We both get paid and nobody is the wiser. Deal?” You ask, his smirk only grew. “Keep talking to me like that and you might get in trouble.” He purred. His attraction towards you wasn’t even attempted to be hidden. “Well we should probably get out of-“ you were cut off by the sound of the door opening, shit. Before you could react you felt a pair of warm lips on yours, the faint taste of wine and fruit on your tongue. Hands onto your hips and one behind your neck.

The host gasped and angrily shouted “What do you think you’re doing in here!! Get out! This is my private courtiers!” Vax acted surprised and you followed in suit. “O-oh! Mr. Vanderse! My apologies!! The lady got a wee bit impatient and the door was open, we meant no disrespect. We’ll be on our way.” He took your hand and led you out while you acted bashful and dodged his gaze. The host merely hugged as you two left and shut the door.

You touched your lips softly as you two walked out, that was a hell of a cover and it made sense for the environment. “Smart thinking back there.” You complimented and Vax laughed slightly. “Oh please, who wouldn’t want to do that with such a pretty face.” He looked back at you and winked. “Although I hate to admit it, he’s probably gonna notice it being missing so you must make haste.” He smiled. “Come with me, wouldn’t it be easier so you know where to go?” He shook his head. “When he comes to the realization he’s going to come looking for us, he can search me and find nothing, just hurry back and when you return he can search you as well. Don’t worry I’ll occupy him.” You were taking a big risk trusting someone you just met. But you figured you could wiggle your way out of it if need be.

You do just that, sneak out and hurry back to your employer, delivering it and getting your payment and making your return. As you sneak your way in, you see Vax and Mr. Vanderse in a conversation, the hose seeming anxious and frustrated. You and Vax make eye contact and you make your way over to him confidently. “Sorry Love, I just needed some fresh air. Oh!” You fake a bashful avoidance to the host and shyly greet him. “A-ah Mr. Vanderse. Hello again, I must apologize for earlier, seeing me in such a state- it’s very embarrassing.” You ‘apologize’ for the scene he walked in on from earlier. He cleared his throat. “All is forgiven but I’ve seemed to have lost something and I must search you, it was ok that room you were in.” You agree and you were searched by one of the servants, obviously finding nothing on your person. Vax casually wrapping his arm around your waist. “Can’t wait til I can touch you like that later my love.” He ‘whispered’ loud enough for anyone in close earshot to hear, you actually blush and playfully hit him in the chest “Darling!” You couldn’t help but like this ‘partner in crime’ scenario. The night went about as normally as it could now, you being close to Vax for the rest of the evening until it was about time to leave, he had went to his group and basically said he was going to finish the job and they could have fun and he’d meet them later at the inn.

You and him exited the party and you immediately start taking off the dress, his eyebrow raising. “Isn’t it a little early for this? It’s such a public place too.” He teased as you rolled your eyes and showed that you had clothes underneath the gown. It was shorts and a simple top but it did the job. You dispose of the now plain dress into a bin, it wasn’t yours and you didn’t care. “Think I’m that easy huh?” You ask the tall half elven man. “Well you did let me makeout with you” he chuckled. “I dare say you liked it.” You laugh a bit and shake your head “Oh please, if that’s the best you could do then I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to keep up love.” You were confident in your love making skills and honestly you rarely found someone to be a good lay. You typically finished yourself off afterwards. But this man grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “You haven’t even seen the beginning of what I can do. Don’t get too cocky now.” He winked at you yet again and boy did it get you going. What was it about this individual having such a hold on you already.

“Let’s hurry up and finish this and maybe you can prove it to me?” You pulled away and swayed your hips as you walked ahead of him, knowing his eyes were undressing you. You didn’t mind one bit, you wanted him to fantasize about it. He made quick work about going in and out, you distracting the employer, asking about possible other jobs, making conversation. As you said your good nights to one another you exited the building and saw Vax hold the restolen pocket watch. “Easy.” He stated as you began to walk with him to his employers place, the whole ordeal didn’t take long and it went smoothly, even with the hiccups of the evening. Once all was said and done he looked at you and grabbed your chin, lifting your gaze up to him. “So, were you serious about me proving it or were you just telling me what I wanted to hear?” You smirked up at the man and closed the distance between you, kissing him deeply. “You talk too much.” You whispered and led him to your place to have a rather fun night. It was hot it was heavy and you finally felt satisfied with someone you fucked. This definitely wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[beecanons]

Percy learning the reader regresses

legend of vox machina percy learning his partner is an age regressor

a percy x agere!reader headcanon post!

i'd imagine how he would find out is by noticing your behaviour changing. youre all stopped at some place to rest, an inn maybe? and while you have a break from adventures you just start to slip but its the first time you've done it in a while especially around percy maybe it was an offhanded comment/compliment and being tired that triggered it, a mix of exhaustion from the adventure and someone saying something like "good job back there [name]"

he'd just notice you start to get a little shy or more energetic and maybe struggle with your words and he'd take you aside from the group to ask you if you were alright he just wants to make sure youre okay, maybe he thinks youre tired and need to rest early so he offers to take you to your room for the night or he thinks youre still shaken up from the adventure you'd been on and he'll ask if you need anything to help calm down/relax "are you alright? you seem a bit..off this evening. do you need anything love? would you like to talk about it?"

hes very sweet and understanding so when you manage to explain you age regress and that youre slipping, he asks questions to try and understand better he wont ask anything that might be too invasive and definitely wont pressure you to answer anything you dont want to

he'll keep his voice low so the conversation's just for the two of you to hear he wont pressure you to tell the others but he'll at least ask if you want him to explain it to anyone else in the group later his first thoughts were vax and pike or grog but he'll only bring it up with them if you want him to maybe not right then but the next day you're little if youre comfortable with it

will for sure try and figure out what he can do to help you need cuddles from him? he'll tell the party youre going head in for the night and spend it in your shared room cuddling.

if you dont have any little gear or anything he'll try making something or buying it. will get asked by a vendor if hes a dad and gets very embarrassed at first but eventually just says yes and leaves it at that "oh thats adorable, would you happen to be shopping for your child, im sure they'd love that one, kids love these toys now adays!" "er-um..yes. thank you. good day"

he's found a new way to spoil you expect a lot of gifts and sweet words "i have a surprise for you little one" "i got something for you before we left dear"

he will ask what nicknames and terms hes allowed to use for you and what he should avoid your comfort is top priority to him

his heart will melt if you call him nicknames and cling to him in turn hearing that you trust him enough to refer to him with cg terms or anything like that warms his heart

it might take him a while to properly catch on to signs of when youre slipping, if its during and adventure he'll completely miss it most times if its during a fight he'll panic a bit and wanna get you out of the battle field as soon as possible

he'll be so bad at catching on at first he'll over prepare to the point he's not at all prepared. thinks he knows exactly what to do but really doesnt he'll have something on hand sure but he wont know what to do. does he just give it to you or take you aside in private first? is it the right thing for you right now? might accidently hesitate too long because of this

hes afraid to leave any weapons around you incase youre little and an accident occurs probably gets a bit over protective because of this "im not letting you have that" "its literally just a knife percy" "darling what if you hurt yourself, i cant let that happen"

a lot of "youre too little to do x" language, especially at the start. lossens up on everything once he's finally got the hang of it though.

all in all percy truly adores you and wants to do everything he can to help

requested by @syth-de-rolo !

feel free to share your own headcanons or request more!

[peantbutter-honeycombs]

Can you perhaps do a part 3 to your vox machina x child reader series something about a reveal of the readers race or something or perhaps a continuation of the story if that’s ok with you I just love your vox machina shots

Being a child member of Vox Machina and… | Vox Machina x child reader Pt. 3

Summary | Kid’s got some issues and so does Vox.

A/N | Sorry this took so long been getting into campaign 2 trying to decide if I want to do a child reader for that.

Genre | platonic, angst, fluff, mystery?

Warnings | death, descriptions of blood and violence, panic attack

Initially, you hadn’t been bitter. You didn’t fit the image one was expected to present for such a dignified social event. Not even considering your age, you were small, gangly, freckled and with hair that couldn’t keep its place. You didn’t/wouldn’t belong in a high-profile party.

Still, the joint excitement of Vox Machina had somewhat infected you. Now you found yourself wanting to attend the high-profile event. To combat your pouty face, Keyleth did your hair. Grog offered you ale, which Pike immediately shut down, and Vax tried peek-a-boo with his cloak. Ultimately, it was Percy’s promise to recount everything you’d be missing so long as you were brave and good that placated you.

Vex, you didn’t understand, was a nervous wreck. Leaving you in the keep, with no one to watch after you. Though, you would have Trinket. 

It took multiple assurances from Vax and Percy before they were able to take their leave. You had the keep to yourself.

You crept with Trinket into Grog’s room. Tied only with Vex’s room, you considered his to be one of the most comfortable. With the stash of fur pelts, warm temperature and large bed, it was the perfect place to settle down until Vox returned.

After some time you heard the door, the entry to the keep open, sitting on Trinket’s back you rode to the entry. Your excitement fled upon seeing the seven in shackles, escorted by a small march of guards. In a blink, you paint yourself as a hapless child who’d only just woken. Jarrett, sympathetic to your guise, apologized for the late intrusion, explaining the terms of Vox’s arrest.

House arrest, it could be worse. Allura had essentially grounded the lot of you. Well, not you. According to Jarett, she had clarified that you were allowed to roam freely with proper adult accompaniment and so long as you returned home at a proper time.

The keep was swept clean and all the team’s weapons confiscated, including Scanlan’s instrument. Fortunately, your room was left in peace. Still, you were upset greatly watching the guards tether Trinket to a tree.

Ordered by the Sovereign to remain confined in the keep, there was nothing to do but wait. After assuring you everything would be alright, Vex passed you off to Keyleth silently mouthing an instruction to shield your ears. A thick ornate crown of lush flowers decorated your hair. 

You had caught bits of what had gone down at the feast. Vax feared himself turning into a vampire. Scanlan had a book to translate. Pike was quiet. According to Grog, the food was decent.

You weren’t the type with a keen sense of smell. It was your ears that performed unnaturally well. If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around to hear it, you would. Even with Keyleth’s floral muffler, you were able to discern the biting conversation between Percival and Vex’ahlia. 

Something or other about people killing Percy’s family. To be honest, you were more intrigued by the book left open on the table. 

There were whispers, multiple voices at once, emanating from the dark pages. Their voices sounded distant, their words imperceptible, and yet at the same time crystal clear. Their raspy hissing voices, infecting your mind.

Stress flares up in your head. There is a moment you feel it; the fog beginning to clear. Memories starting to take shape, though still blurred like an old painting. In this moment, as certain figures began to take shape, you could feel a deep sadness traveling through every cell.

“Y/n, Magpie, are you alright?”

Vax’s voice disrupted the whispers. He had, at some point, moved. Now he knelt, crouched beside Keyleth, attention focused on you. His eyes carried a gentle concern.

Keyleth brushes a thumb across your cheeks. It’s then you realize you’re crying. Cold, silvery tears came as a frigid flood, uncontrolled and unwanted. It hadn’t been until the tender hand wiped away some of the tears that you even realized you were crying. You had no reason to, right? So you didn’t understand why you were.

Glancing to the side, over Vax’s shoulders, you notice the other members of Vox standing around the door. Percy’s peering out around the door, canvassing the corridor on the other side.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Vax offered gently, extending his arms for you to jump into.

A decision had been reached between the members of Vox. You’d be breaking out. They were forced to escape under the darkness of shadow from their own keep. 

Vox concluded your silent tears were the consequence of claustrophobia. A fear they understandably assumed you had, as you had been held in captivity for who knows long prior to meeting them.

This, unfortunately, was not the case.

All the while, as they twisted through the secret tunnels below the keep, you held on to Vax, trying to sort through the deluge of memories still just out of focus. The harder you tried, the more your lips trembled, tears pooling from your eyes.

Jarrett stood with a group of his men at the exit of the passage. Once again, the members of Vox found themselves under the escort of the guard. This time, though, you were all split. Vax, Vex and Scanlan had been pushed into the kitchen; Percy and Keyleth into the Percy’s workshop; Grog and Pike into the chapel. 

Jarrett decided you would stay in the common area, as he believed there was little chance any of the members of Vox would try escaping without you. If only you believed that.

Fortunately, this was the room where they stored the colored chalk. 

You needed to calm yourself. You stopped trying to restore the diluted memories. It made your head pound and heart sting. Instead, you settled on the stone floor and began to draw.

You could hear the whispers of a conversation between the two guards. One was complimenting your rudimentary artistic skills while also making little suggestions on how you could improve. The other was telling their partner to shut it. When the two fell silent, you looked over at them. You then extended your hand, a blue piece of chalk held between your fingers. An invitation.

Your ears twitched. You left your spot and moved to the window. As you went, you could hear an argument between the two guards over their cross hatching techniques. They did not choose the right career path.

Outside, you could hear the nervous whines of Trinket. Something was out there. Whispered hisses, not unlike those you heard emanating from the book, circled the keep. And there were screams. The kind of screams that had a raw intensity that warned of threat, and cried out of desperate need.

Moreover, there was this creeping feeling as if a dark presence was looming in your periphery, breathing icy clouds on the back of your neck. It was giving you goosebumps and a feeling of gut wrenching wrongness.

You sped to the door, only to discover the larger wooden doors were locked, and you didn’t have the key. “Slow down there, kiddo. We’re on strict orders not to let you leave this room until further notice.” One of the two guards spoke. 

Your eyes narrowed, spotting the set of brass keys looped on their hip.

Your small hands pound on the door of the workshop, your little voice calling out to Percy and Keyleth, who you knew were inside. Not a moment later, the doors to the chapel busted out. They slammed against the opposite wall, splintering into pieces.

“Tiny, what’s going on!?”

You explained to Grog, as well as a child your age could you, the unsettling presence you felt closing in. Though your explanation was muddied by some fright filled babbling, both Pike and Grog appeared to take your discomfort seriously.

They rallied the others, gathering the team in the large entry of the keep. Freeing the others from their respective holding rooms, you noted, was suspiciously easy. Surely you hadn’t been the only one left under watch.

There was a discourse. Everyone was confused and on high alert. “Where is everybody?” You spoke aloud, your soft voice managing to capture Vox’s attention despite their loud conversation.

Soon after you posed the question, Jarret and three of his soldiers retreated into the building, hurriedly locking the door behind them. Immediately, they placed the blame on Vox, which you guessed was fair. But this time all in the party were, in fact, blameless.

The true assailants hid in the shadows above. Wraiths, beings who take pleasure in watching the life drain from their victims, were perched in the rafters watching the lot of you. Like predators stalking their prey. There was barely time to take arms before they took initiative and lunged for the group.

Nevermind the two guards brutally kill, it was their targeted attack on Scanlan from which Vox realized they were after the book. Eyes rolled back black inky ichor pooling from his mouth, ears, and eyelids. Vex moving quickly, grabbed the fallen spell book and passed it to Keyleth just as a wraith bled into her body.

You would be having nightmares about this.

Gathering the injured members, Vox and the last guard to remain, Jarret retreated into the war room. You were trapped. As Vex pointed out, they needed a way to fight it. You could hear the rasping, cold, hollow screams of the wraiths, even as they grew quieter, on the other side of the door.

Jarret passed Vex and Vax weapons, though even you knew such arms would be useless. Vax had tried in vain to cut through them with his dagger when they had wrenched through Scanlan. Unfortunately, their bodies were amorphous dark fluid shadows harmlessly cut through.

You had faced many threats in your time with Vox Machina. Mere days ago they’d defeated a dragon. Something about these assailants, perhaps their connection with the book, made you want to jump right out of your skin. It was paralysing. There was this foreign yet all too familiar feeling of being insignificant. Shaking, terrified, you straighten your posture awaiting the blow, you for an inexplicable reason expected to come.

You felt a hand grip your shoulder. Your defensive instincts kicked in. You went straight for the wrist, biting into what you registered as a threat. Both fortunately and unfortunately, it was only Vax. Luckily, your bite had only been a warning, no fangs.

He recoiled, his brain stuttering for a moment. He wasn’t sure what threw him more, the two puncture marks on his wrist beginning to ooze crimson or the pure look of unmatched terror in your eyes.

You had been crying earlier over what he still wasn’t sure. He’d wiped your tears and held you close. Vox had heard your pained screams and witnessed fear take over you, sending you running to hide behind one of them for safety. This terror, this raw intense dread that crippled you completely, was new.

There is a scream. Keyleth is dragged up the wall, ichor streaming from her eyes and mouth. Then the candles blow out. In one swift movement, Vax pushes you beneath the table, then ready’s himself for the inevitable battle. He'd bring up your bite later.

The sounds of Vox’s violent acts are flooded out by the noise of your heart beating in your chest. It’s the sound of war drums on the horizon, each beat taking up pace growing louder. Buh-Bum. Buh-Bum. Buh-Bum.

Silence. After a cacophony of vicious screams, the keep goes still. You feel the chill in your blood, the coldness that brought the synapses of your brain to a stand still, begin to subside. Still, your thoughts were so scattered that functioning was challenging.

“(Y/n), darling?” Vex calls out, kneeling down to see you below the table. Noting your state, she slackened her composure, her battle hardened face softened. “(Y/n), dear, I believe you’re having a panic attack. We don’t have to stay here, darling. Would you like to leave?” She offered, carefully extending a hand. You nodded and allowed her to lead you out.

The fresh air was nice and the cool breeze tickled your exposed skin. Vex stayed by your side while the others quickly gathered what was needed. Jarret had decided to release Vox against the orders of the king and allow them to handle whatever manner of being had realised such terrifying assailants.

Leaned in against Vex’s side, you were soothed by her gentle heartbeat. Trinket laid close on your other side enough so that you could stroke his fur. You had barely lifted an arm in battle. Your only true action being disarming the guards that’d watched over you, an act you’d later learned, saved their lives. Still, you were exhausted.

As things were being put into order, Vax approached, scratching at the two marks you’d left in his wrist. “(Y/n), is everything alright? Are you okay?” He asks, crouching to match your height. He was concerned you could read it on his face.

“Those things, those wraiths. You wouldn’t let them take me too, would you?”

“I believe they were only after the—" Vax begins to remind, however, he stops himself when he notices the desperate look on your face. It happens sometimes. Vox forgets you’re just a child. He flashes you one of those charming-gentle-Vax’ildan smiles. “You know we’d rip any monsters apart before we’d let them hurt you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to give him a hug. “I apologise for biting you. I won’t do it again.” You whisper, relaxing into his embrace so fully it’s as if you’d melted together.

“Eh, it’s okay, Magpie. I’ve suffered worse.” Vax shrugs, peeling away from the hug. 

"Now you ready to go kill some vampires?”

[zhongster]

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[brenbrennn]

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➜﹒hello!! my name is faye , and i am the owner of this account. i am a "jack of all trades" when it comes to the fandoms that i write for. In a way , i try to keep a wide selection. i use this account to explore my wildest dreams when it comes to the characters/fandoms i like to write with. this post will be entailing said shows/movies/videogames i like to and am open to make work for , as well as my rules as an author and so on. ─────────────────────♥︎ FANDOMS: +featuring any sort of material in the series/franchise , including any sequels/oneshots and so on. Reminder , this list will be updated as I go. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Critical role - currently focusing on campaign 3 but will accept vox machina/mighty nein requests. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Resident evil. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Red dead redemption. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Daisy Jones and the Six. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) The last of us , part one and part two. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Mortal Kombat. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) "Spider Verse , Into/Across/Beyond. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) A.P. Bio. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) The Hunger Games , specifically the movies. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Mythic Quest. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Star Wars. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Fionna and Cake ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Adventure time. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) My hero academia. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Community. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) The Arcana. ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) DCU ⋆ ˚｡ ( ʚɞ . ) Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss. ─────────────────────♥︎

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[saphirered]

Hey there! Can I please request a Percy x reader where Percy and the reader grew up together and she is a sorcerer of some kind and she helped Percy and Cassandra escape from the Briarwoods and they get separated but are reunited years later and the reader then starts travelling with Percy and Vox Machina. Also, can it based on the show because I haven't started watching the stream yet.

Went a little angsty with this one but we get a nice and wholesome end. Hope you enjoy it! 😘

Thankfully those closest to him outside of family are completely and utterly insignificant in the eyes of the Briarwoods. They didn’t hold the power, and those who did were easily disposed of or turned to their side. Sure there was a massacre, but those who submitted would at least live. Child of nobility resigned to nothing more than a servant. That too was a ploy. It takes guts to tell a boldfaced lie to the face of the people-no monsters who could make you beg for a swift death in so many ways. Guts or stupidity. Yet his friend still did and so Archie blended into the shadows, away from the dangers looming within the castle. The cook-dead. The child? Missing for a few days but turned up again. Yet that cook’s child; not Archie. No that would be you. You were resigned to the role of the help. Thank the gods you’re a fast learned and have uncanny survival instincts even though you sometimes are reckless. 

Your fine silks and velvets had been exchanged for rags torn and stained. Instead of books you’d hold dirty dishes. Instead of ink staining your hands, they would be raw from the cleaning. Percy thought he’d cry when you entered that cell, head low, plate of food-if it could even be called that-in your hands. You’d kneel at his side, and if no one was near you’d hug him. You’d hold him and tell him everything would be alright. He came to realise that for those visits, for those times you’d come to comfort him when he needed it most you were risking it all. That alone made you braver than he could ever be. Then a fateful day came. Dinner was prepared for the devils in the castle. You’d had a personal hand in it. Not but waste would be fed to the prisoners. Potato skins, whatever meat left on the bones the good pieces were cut from, stale mouldy bread. You’d earned some trust, were given the key by the guard on duty because the proper meal you brought for them was much more appealing than escorting a child to a prison they couldn’t leave anyway and wait for a prisoner to eat. 

From that moment on Percy realised you’d go to any lengths to make your promise to him come true; you’d get him out. He’d live a life beyond these walls. You’d poised the meals. It did little to the Briarwoods, obviously but it was plenty to knock a few people off their feet; including the guards in the dungeons. Instead of helping him through another terrible painful day of torture you’d open the door to his prison, to his sisters prison. You’d grab their hands and drag them through these haunted halls. It didn’t take too long before they caught on what happened and chase was given but you gave them enough of a window to escape, enough of a heads start to stand a chance against their torturers. All they had to do is make it to the river. They had to get past it. Lady Briarwood would not allow her darling husband to set foot near it and they’d be gone before anyone else could catch up. That was the plan. Until Ripley…

You fell first. The first shot, well aimed, meant to stop you from running. The second, that one was meant to hurt; the warning of the punishment you’d endure should you live long enough. You shouted for them to keep running. Shouted- no commanded through your pain for him to go. Ripley seemed to have little interest in you and next him and Cassandra had to dodge arrows. She too got hit. He still remembers the look in her eyes, as she fell, she begged him to save her and he ran. He wasn’t brave. He was selfish. He keeps telling himself she was beyond saving. Yet he knows the truth; he left her to die. He left you to die. Those are the moments that haunt his dreams even now. Years later he wakes from the nightmares. Wakes with the guilt and pain and regret and it haunts him.

He finds himself back in the pits of his rage. He finds himself wallowing in pain and driven by fury, commanded by another entity that promised him revenge. It hardly matters this comes at the cost of his soul. Souls are but worthless after all. His own misdeeds are worthy enough of damnation. He has nothing to lose. So he will end them. He will remember their names; remember the names of those they condemned to oblivion and will tear apart the villains of this story, even if that means he might become just like them. If his inventions cause the world to burn it will have been worth it for his vengeance. But then he remembers the people he’s grown to love, who see him for who he is, and even though they know not the full truth, he feels that spark of regret, quickly doused by the smoke demon within. 

The brink of insurrection. They want a leader. Rebels scattered. He can’t be their leader. He’s driven by revenge. He was never meant to lead. His mind has no shortage of excuses why he can’t-won’t. Then he sees your eyes. Your eyes. You stare back at him. Is this a dream? Some twisted imagination? No. You’re here. You’re alive. It’s definitely you. 

“Percival.” You breathe. You’d never expected to see him again. You’d hoped he’d ran far and never looked back yet here he stands. He’s grown quite a bit. Handsome too you suppose, but what were you to expect? Eyes still the same yet heavy with pain and haunted by past ghosts. You suspect you somewhat look the same. For a moment the somewhat stoic nature of the role you'd taken on the past years, falls away. You’re the first to move. You stand in front of him, toe to toe, study him as he does the same. He breathes your name, barely even audible, as you throw your arms around him. He returns your embrace albeit in disbelief. 

“Is this real?” Percy whispers in your shoulder. 

“I could ask you the same question.” You pull back, brushing your thumb over his cheek. The tightness in your throat grows. It’s been years. You’d hoped to never see him again, knowing where your fate lies. You hoped he’d found a new happy life for himself but here he is; haunted by the same demons you fight on the daily. You suppose you have the Briarwoods to thank for one thing; the powers you found. Even now you hear the ticking mechanics and the comforts of turning gears. It’s just a little louder in Percy’s presence even though no one but you hears it. Still, more pressing matters are at hand. Keeper Yennen tries to get the de Rolo heir to lead the rebellion but you know it’s not his place. Perhaps if he chose the path he’d one day make a good leader, but his current path leads elsewhere and he has no intentions to change. Though that doesn’t mean him and his merry band have no use for you and you for them. Archi still needs to be saved. You’d go in alone as was the plan, not wanting to risk a skirmish but with their aid, the odds look pretty good. 

A planning sequence follows. Percy manages to shoot down the stupid plans of some of his companions but his eyes and mind drift to you occasionally. He applauds your patience and ability to take the others seriously despite their idiocies. Every once in a while your eyes will meet his and whatever brews in his heart and mind; the anger, willingness to let himself succumb in this plot for vengeance begins to come into question. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll do whatever it takes, but he might be just a little more inclined to intend to make it out alive, rather than walk into certain death. Perhaps that’s why he even entertains the prospects of working with the rebels to free Whitestone; not just because they’re an advantage to himself but to leave something behind, to give you a chance at life. Things move fast as he’s caught up in his own thoughts and before he knows it you’re off to save the real cook’s son Archi from the Briarwood’s lackeys. 

Obviously things don’t go as planned entirely. Goodness of the heart leaves the others to decide and set free the other imprisoned rebels. He’d have left them. They complicate things and as proven; the leader is much more significant in this whole thing than a couple dozen of loose cannons looking for bloodshed and vengeance of their own against their wardens. It’s proven true as given by the fight that followed. The demon within sensed something. The demon within acted on it and so a name was crossed off. Percy got reckless- no the demon did. He simply lost control, became a victim to the whims of that dark power to fulfil the deal he made. The mask came on, and the name on that barrel disappeared. A life taken. He felt no regret, no remorse, only purpose, but when he turned that cursed weapon of his on his ally-his friend that made him feel a certain way, despite what he might have put forth. 

Not much time can be spent to linger. Time to run. Time to fight. A move was made. Secrecy was off the table though Percy doubts it would have lasted much longer anyway. The Briarwoods knew they were coming. Let them see they were right. Let them see the threat. Smoke them out. But then a legion of undead raised, chased them and killed so many. Like rats trapped they had to scatter. You’d gone with him. You fought well, sure you were decently skilled with a sword; training you received as a child but it was your magic that stood out. You didn’t have that last he saw you. Chased and running, Vox Machina ends up being flanked but that doesn’t seem to be an issue to you. You stop. In your hand you spin a simple copper rod covered in some kind of script he can’t even begin to decipher and slam it in the ground. Save for the release of a wave of magical energy, nothing seems to happen. Nothing-until it does. The hoard of undead coming from behind through all streets and side alleys sent to chase you run against an invisible barrier. 

You notice Percy has fallen to a halt as the others continue looking over their shoulder. Quick as you can you run, grabbing his hand as you dart past and drag him along with you. He says something but you don’t have the mind to listen; the ticking clockwork in your head too loud. Since you had fallen behind more undead have gotten between you and the rest of the group. Not a worrisome amount like the ones you’re keeping at bay for now, but enough to be a nuisance. Percys shoots, they drop like flies but not fast enough. So you do what any good magic user of your caliber would do and summon a bead of red energy in your palm, sling it at the undead and watch it explode in a blaze of glory, nothing but burning corpses left as you keep running. 

Eventually you get a moment of respite. A moment to recover. Everyone catches their breath, This is going from bad to worse and the odds aren’t looking good. The rebels hide, a safe-house gives them some cover and a moment to rest though Percy doubts it’ll last long. There’s no way back, there’s only forward or death. Once again they try to urge him to lead, take up the mantle left by his family, kept by his people but he can’t- no won’t. They can’t make him. He sees you in a corner, looks at you while he responds. He expected some kind of disappointment, or even have you try to urge him to take his rightful spot but you don’t, you don’t say anything, nor is there judgement in your eyes. Instead he sees your weariness. Your exhaustion doesn’t come from your escape from the undead. It comes from the years you’ve been fighting to survive, fighting for freedom. You’ve given your all and you’re running out. The end is in sight, sure but the chances of success are abysmally low. You’ve proven yourself one of the leading parties, and it’s worn you down. You’ll be right at the front lines, first to the slaughter of this disaster. He can’t let that happen. He won’t condemn you to a death that can be avoided. 

“A word, please?” Percy approaches you as you wrap an injury you sustained. Your attention turns to him and with a wordless nod you follow him into another room of the building. As mannered as you remember him, he holds the door for you, and steps in after, closing the door as he does. You wander around the room, picking up trinkets here and there, placing them back where they belonged. You wait. Percy reminds himself he’s the one that called you here. 

“Leave Whitestone.” No use in dancing around the subject, is there?

“What?” You turn to look at him as if he had grown a second head. 

“Leave Whitestone. Run while you still can. You showed you can keep these creatures at bay. You’re more than capable of getting out on your own before the streets run red with blood. Save yourself while you still have the opportunity to do so.” Disappointment. Like a spear to his chest you look at him the way he had never hoped to see, not from you. 

“I’m not going to run, Percy. I can’t leave behind these people.” You counter, a hint of disdain in your voice despite you trying to simmer it. 

“You’ve already given enough for this cause. I’m asking you to live.” 

“Are you going to take my spot then? Are you going to lead the rebels in our fight for freedom while I go off galavanting through Exandria? For years I’ve stood with them, fought with them and held them as they took their last breath. I know my value to them, and I won’t just abandon them, like you’re asking me to. I’m here to make a change.” 

“Is that why you saved me then? To take your place in this worthless war? Is it too much for me to ask you to save yourself and not be so self-sacrificial for once in your life?” Percy ridicules. Stupid sense of righteousness. It doesn’t matter if you’re dead in the end. Your memory won’t be but ashes upon the wind. You won’t die the hero you are. You won’t become a martyr. You’ll just be dead. Another soul lost in another futile battle. Another corpse for the ravens to feast upon. 

“I saved you so you could have a chance at a life of your choosing. Not because I needed you to pick up arms to lead a rebellion. I’d hoped you of all people would give me that same luxury; to choose. This is my choice, Percival. My choice. I’ll pick up the sword especially if you won’t.” Words like venom poison him and his next response. Driven by anger, perhaps not at you directly, but are you deserving of it? No you are not. Still he lets it go because even if he loses all your respect and love for him; at least you’ll be alive if he can convince you to leave. Then again, you are more stubborn than he is. 

“And you’ll die with it too! Can’t you see this only ends in ruin?” Percy all but shouts. 

“Of course I do!” You return with the same gravity but then your look softens to something he hates much more than your own anger. It changes to what can only be as someone who’s come to terms with an inevitable end. Someone who’s made peace with it and has done so a long time ago. He hates it. He hates you’ve reached that point, even though he is very much in the same boat. Two sides of the same coin. He’s shown exactly how similar you’ve become despite your different paths here. 

“I will lay down my life to give these people a chance. Not for my own survival, but for the people who would be next. But most of all I want blood. I will make the Briarwoods bleed for every soul they took, every life they ruined and even then it wouldn’t be enough but at least the world will be rid of them and those lost names will have been avenged. I refuse to run.” The silence that follows is killing. The tension even worse as you study Percy’s every expression. You watch that familiar pain spark to a flame, a hint of anger; not at you, though but at something within himself, then it turns to embers and all that is left is a sadness, acceptance, defeat. His head lowers as he takes in a deep long breath, holds it and breathes out. He nods. You wait. 

“I suppose you’re right. Righteous I should say. Even on your own road to revenge you manage to consider the living. Not just the dead. You’ve always been the better person.”

“If only you knew my misdeeds of the past years.” You manage a dry laugh.

“And if only you knew mine but let’s not turn this into a pain game.” He retorts mimicking your laugh. “If I can’t convince you to run and save yourself, will you at least entertain the thought of staying with me to see this through?” He beats himself for suggesting it, knowing the monster that will come out to claim those on his list and wanting to keep you far away from it, but he’d also rather have you at his side, knowing wether you’ll be alright or not than have you at the front lines of a head-on attack heavily outnumbered. Both lead to potential death, he’s well aware but perhaps with this one he could assure some survival through his friends. And let’s be honest he’d rather have you to have his back than the bard. 

“You want me to come with you?” You think out loud. 

“I’d feel safer knowing I’d have you there to help me erase the Briarwoods existence for good and I certainly wouldn’t be opposed if you decided to stick around after, even if just to celebrate.” Percy admits. The pained undertone in his voice remains, but his statement couldn’t be more genuine. He speaks truth. you know that. The implication of going back to some semblance of normal is both exciting and frightening. So much has changed, and are you even remotely the same people? It doesn’t matter you suppose. You can relearn each other and let bloom something new from what was viciously torn away by the devils in the castle. But then you are reminded; Percy has a life to. He found friends, he built his life and yes it might be built on a desire of vengeance, everything he built doesn’t just fade once he’s completed his goal. Neither is yours but you know just like everyone else in your life, they have their own to rebuild. You’ve already lost everything. The life you had is nothing but ashes and that means you can determine where your future leads. But does that future lie with Percy? 

“And your friends, they’d be fine with that? I don’t want to impose on your group.” Percy would call your sudden insecurity at the idea of joining his friends, cute if you did not once kicked his arse for calling you so. You’d fit in well with them, he knows that for sure. Though, it’s the thought of having you in his life again, getting to rebuild from the ashes you both share, together. You can do this together, and if anything he fears he might just be more likely to crumble without you in his life. Your sole presence keeps him on track. 

“They’ve already grown to like you in our brief adventure. I’m sure that won’t change in the next one. They could use someone like you in their lives and I’m sure our resident cleric could do with another moral compass in the group. Besides, nothing screams forced bonding like a probable death mission, does it.” He manages that half smile of him. You purse your lips and for a second his heart sinks, thinking you’d say no. You don’t say anything. Instead, in a flash of movement you’ve thrown your arms around his middle, burying your head into his chest and hold on. Percy’s shoulders lower from that proper posture he’d been trained to always portray, and he finds himself at ease, gently wrap his arms around you and kiss your crown before leaning his chin atop it. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Your muffled laugh is enough of a reply for him. You’ll join into the chaos that is Vox Machina. You’re in for a wild ride, wether you know it or not but Percy will gladly take your hand and drag you through it. He’ll be there for you, no matter what, same as you’ve been there for him. Still a dark cloud lingers. A final battle, for now. There’ll be countless battles to come in your future but you may face them together. Whatever dares stand in your ways; you will face it together. 

[basalt-deltas]

RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???

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What I will write!!

⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+

What I will NOT write!!

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

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When requesting…

PLEASE BE AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE!! Tell me everything you want, specify if you want me to take some creative liberties, please I am so bad with unspecific directions!!! I will not dm to clarify if you’re not on anon

You can specify if you want me to post your request anonymously or with your ask attached !! If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume yes and I’ll attach your ask

I will answer whatever question you have!! About pretty much anything :D

PLEASE just. Don’t be a dick. I am not being paid to write for you!!! And I do this on my own time!!!

To check if your request is being written/worked on, check my works in progress!!

Everything above applies to requests!! If I write something by myself that breaks the rules, it’s because I want to and I can

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LINKS!!

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