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Perc'ahlia Week Day 3

Prompt: Glasses/Feathers

“No, how do I look with glasses?”

“I don’t know, dear, I can't see. You’re wearing mine.”

Vex, Percy, and wanting to see.

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you ever think about vex and percy being so stand-offish and snarky to vox machina but vex being the first one to call them all family and percy cushioning scanlan’s leaving by reminding them they are a family, and percy quietly confessing to grog that it’s nice to have an older brother again? you ever think about the fact that percy and vex, members of a party that — except on rare occasions — existed as a group of seven, had five kids?

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i can't carry the weight of the world—no, not on my own

↠ perc'ahlia week day 2: fly/fall

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Perc'ahlia Week Day 2

Prompt: Fly/Fall

During Vox Machina's year off, Vex and Percy try to ice skate. Key word: try.

I went with something lighthearted today!

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All His Heart

Perc'ahlia Week 2024

Day 1: Courage/Heart

Percy wakes from a nightmare beside the woman he adores with everything he has.

I hope you enjoy my first Perc'ahlia Week fic of the week! So happy to be participating again this year!

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don't take that sinner from me

↠ perc'ahlia week day 1: courage/heart

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PERC’AHLIA WEEK 2024

September 23rd-29th 

Day 1, Sept. 23rd: COURAGE / HEART

Day 2, Sept. 24th: FLY / FALL

Day 3, Sept. 25th: GLASSES / FEATHERS

Day 4, Sept. 26th: SCARS / TOMB

Day 5, Sept. 27th: FREE / RANDOM*

Day 6, Sept. 28th: SMOKE / SUNSHINE

Day 7, Sept. 29th: YOURS / LATER

We're BACK, baby!

With TLOVM Season 3 confirmed for this fall, what better way to kick off the season than with some cozy fics, hot art and great vibes for our favorite couple?

Last year, we were ecstatic to see over 40 pieces of artwork and 90 fics pop up in response to our prompts - so we're delighted to return and host Perc'ahlia Week again! This is a fan-hosted event intended to celebrate all things about the pairing: delightful arrow gifts to handling politics as a married couple.

We want to make sure this environment is welcoming to show fans and safe for minors to dip their toes into fandom: as a result, we request that anything that might contain spoilers for TLOVM s3 and onwards be tagged #c1 spoilers. And, as steamy as Perc'ahlia can get, please remember to tag more suggestive works appropriately.

Tag any creations made for the event with #percahliaweek, or @ us here @percahliaweek, and we will reblog it. Or you can submit directly to the blog if you’d prefer!

We also have a Discord server - both to encourage eachother to work on WIPs and just hang out. You can find us HERE<3

Any questions? We have an FAQ up HERE - but please don’t hesitate to send in an ask!

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hey guys, its ya girl mod crithaus, if you see a post from an earlier timestamp it has slightly inaccurate time-frames for the week of weeks baby, reblog this one and get ready to yearn!!

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Think Fast: Dance for Your Life (from the cr tik tok!) Travis gets two because look at him haha.

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Sharing a bed prompt please. Going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon. Vaxleth. Somehow just based off what they are like I feel like Kiki would be the morning big spoon.

going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon you are absolutely fucking right about that, anon. vax goes to sleep the big spoon but somehow in the middle of the night ends up glommed onto his back like an octopus. gonna set this in cr.

There are no words to describe the thrill of having their own place. When Vax followed Keyleth back to Zephrah, he had no way of knowing how he'd be received, an outsider, a man with blood on his hands. Yet the first thing they did was throw them a feast, a homecoming for the Voice of the Tempest and a welcome for...well, whatever Vax's title is, he's sure it'll come in time.

Then Korrin tried to give them his house, the house reserved for the Headmaster. Keyleth tripped over herself to refuse it, unwilling to eject her father from his home, one where her mother's clothes still hang in the closet and Keyleth's childhood toys still gather dust beneath her bed. Korrin graciously understood their desire to carve out a little chunk of Zephrah for themselves, so the community comes together to build a little cottage up on a hill, overlooking the town and nestled into a grove of cherry trees.

Their first night in it, they don't do much sleeping. The same is true of the next night, and the next, until Keyleth calls him insatiable and tells him she needs some proper rest before she passes out during the next day's skysail lessons.

So he relents, pulling her into his chest and curling around her, his face buried in her hair and his knees tucked between hers. He falls asleep to the scent of cherry blossoms and the slow ebb and flow of her breathing, and when he dreams he dreams of a cottage full of pointy-eared children and pink mountain skies.

When he stirs in the morning, the first thing he's aware of is the fact that Keyleth is no longer in his arms. He blinks awake, confused—did she already leave? Then there a low, sleepy groan behind him, and an arm tightens across his chest.

Oh. They both rolled in the night, and now Keyleth is draped along his back, her arms around him and her face buried into his shoulder blades. He picks up one of her hands and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle one by one. Just as he's finished, he hears behind him, "G'morning." Her voice is crackling, not yet warmed from sleep.

He twists his head to grin at her. "Good morning."

She rolls her eyes at his clear enthusiasm. "I thought I was supposed to be the morning person."

He contorts himself further to capture her lips in a kiss. "I'm just happy to be here with you," he murmurs.

The arms around him tighten again. "Thank you for being here with me," she whispers back. "I don't know if this would have felt like home again without you."

And oh, how Vax's chest burns. He rolls in her arms, presses her back against her pillow, and does not let her get any more sleep this morning.

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As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

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I’m in love with their love.

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Pain doesn't make people. The pain is inconsequential. It's love that saves them.

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You ever think about how Vex stares at herself in the mirror, thinking about how Vax would look at her current age?

How she traces her face with the black feather plucked from her hair and remembers the times they pressed their foreheads together.

How her sons look like the version of Vax she would camp in the woods with when they left home for the very first time.

How Keyleth probably couldn’t look at her without thinking of him.

How she stares at her own face and finds Vax smiling back.

Yeah me too.

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“I look up at the gaps of sunlight

I miss you more than anything”

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*plays wasteland, baby by Hozier*

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chapter one

When Grog has been rescued from the screaming winds of Pandemonium, when their spell components have been retrieved from a hoarder’s cave, when what remains of Vox Machina has returned to Exandria, exhausted and relieved, Keyleth goes home alone. She steps through the large tree on the edge of town, and as the breeze tosses her hair, short and caked with dust, she sees Zephrah, and for the first time, the colors are dull, muted. She blinks a few times, sure that there are remnants of Pandemonium in her eyes, but no, her vision is clear. She walks into town, passes by the homes and shops and rolling hillsides she knows like the back of her own hand, and somehow, it is different now, even though nothing has changed. 

She’s noticed rather quickly, which isn’t a surprise, given the fact that she looks like shit and is also wearing her antlered circlet. She imagines she stands out, even in Zephrah. Word echoes through town like birdsong, so by the time she reaches the headmaster’s quarters, her father is outside waiting. He scrambles down the steps, pulls her into a hug she can’t remember how to fall into. “Keyleth.” Her name is a sigh, and it’s only now that she remembers asking Eskil to send him a message that, in retrospect, was probably more than a little harrowing. “You’re alright.”

Is she? She must be, because he’s extending her away from him, examining her at arm’s length. His eyes remind her of the beholder in Yug’voril, like at any moment, his scrutiny will freeze her or petrify her or disintig—

“What happened? In the Shadowfell? We got word that Vasselheim was under attack—were you there?”

So many questions, all of them written across his face in such thick ink she cannot hope to read them. She doesn’t know where to begin. She doesn’t know how to say these things out loud.

“Why don’t we go inside?” There’s some member of the Tempest Blades just over Korrin’s shoulder now, a half-elf with eyes so kind they feel like knives twisting between Keyleth’s ribs. “This feels like an inside conversation.”

Keyleth looks around, and it seems half of Zephrah has gathered to watch whatever spectacle her homecoming has become. It should probably be grander than this; she’s a god-killer, after all. 

She’s ushered inside, her father’s arm around her shoulders. As they pass through the archway made of cherry blossom branches, there is movement in the corner of Keyleth’s eye. She turns to look, but then she’s indoors, and being swept into a small sitting room. A tall glass of water is pressed into her hands as someone drapes a blanket over her shoulders, even though she isn’t cold. In here, though away from the prying eyes of her neighbors, she still feels very much on display, like she’s moments from stepping out onto a stage and she hasn’t learned any of her lines.

“Leave us, please.” She looks up to see her father urging the others from the room. They exit obediently, and he closes the door. He dithers for a moment, unsure if he should sit next to or across from her, and eventually he settles on the latter. “You look like hell,” he says bluntly, and despite herself, Keyleth snorts out a humorless laugh. 

“Yeah. Well. I’ve been there. It wasn’t as bad as this.”

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Valentine's Comment Drive

Hello all!! Happy Valentine's Day!!

It's been a few months since Perc'ahlia Week, but given that the event was dedicated to love, we figured we could do a little something-something for the holiday - a Valentine's Comment Drive during the upcoming week for all of the works submitted for the event!!

Basically, for a week starting today, we encourage everyone to leave comments on AO3 fics, reblog/repost artwork, cosplays, and other creations, and in general take the time to dole out love you may not have had the time or spoons to give during the event itself! (Of course, you can continue to show love and appreciation after the week is over <3)

All of the works submitted that were posted to Tumblr can be found on this blog, and we're going to have them queued up to reblog again during the week so you don't have to scroll as far for the older ones.

You can also find the AO3 collection for all the fics here!!

And for some further ease of access here are some of the organizational tags for the blog:

art | fic | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7

(we forgot to tag day 1 but I'll try to fix that in the reblogs, whoopsie)

Thank you again to everyone who made this event so special last year. Let's try to show that love again!!