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innocent-cat · 1 year

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You wanted NSFW? here you go. Percy kinks and Headcanons, go!

I'd love to!! Minors DNI. Or don't, I literally cant stop you lol

Percival De rolo x Reader Head canons

Warnings - Sexual themes

"Attraction of a Bloomed and Robust Carnation.", Percy x Reader

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He 100% tries to take it slow with you until you've told him it's okay to go fast

First few times? as romantic as it gets

Makes sure you're as comfortable as possible

"Pillow?" "Need a break?" "You alright?"

buzzes in your ear like a fly trying to make sure he's not hurting you

OF COURSE, after a few months of easing into your intimate parts of your relationship, you guys get a little rougher.

or. he gets rougher.

He 100% will hold your hands above your head with one hand and your leg up with the other

Being an inventor, he obviously has you test toys for him.

He loves watching you squirm when he's burying himself in you, or when you use the toys in front of him.

Of course, traveling in a group as your only constant, you guys have to be quiet, so there'll be the occasional "Suck on my fingers while I fuck your brains out" moment between the two of you so Vox Machina doesn't pretend you two don't exist for the next day or so

Fidgeting with his gun all the time, his finger game, HAS to be on point bro

playing you languorously like delicate strands to a violin he can and will make you finish on his fingers

will make eye contact with you while he licks his fingers off

he knows where the clit is, so, you're welcome for that

but if ur not a girl ignore that

the gunslinger is a chest guy because I said so

or thigh

he just loves your body, so everything counts

just esp your chest

Loves cockwarming.

He'll have you on him while he works at his desk, grunting at your occasional adjustment and dropping on him

Generally just loves the closeness of it, though

sweet Percy at heart

then, of course, he'll occasionally flip you over and practically ram you into the fucking workbench

occasional mask play,, if you asked

He'd use the silly little Plague Doctor mask duh

Definitely thought it was weird at first

it grew on him

a lot

Since you're the only one he let's in his workshop without knocking, there are often times where your little bursts of sexual intent occur

Like. You'll be throat deep on him and he'll just be working on a repair/upgrade on his gun

You don't move much on him though, he wouldn't be able to work on his gun otherwise

Definitely the type of guy to tuck his face into your neck while u gripped his back, whispering how good you are when you're about to snap

"Thats right.. just like that, dear."

"You're so gorgeous.."

"Fuck.. so good for me."

He also enjoys having his hair played with

Feel free to tug it when he's going down on you

he'll be so into it i swear

Oh, and he'll definitely drop a joke or two balls deep in you just to make sure the atmosphere isn't awkward and he didn't know

"Soooo.. how's the weather..?"

"Percy, wha-what the fuck??"

of course the both of you were giggling about it for a long time after

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panic-at-the-fiction · 2 months

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Cowboy like me pt2

Summary: Percy knows a thing or two about letting go of the bigger fish you’re after and he won’t see you go now the road he almost went down with the briarwoods.

A/N: Honestly and emotional pairing that would be good for each other. Definitely would be a slow burn romance if I had the time to write more. Glad I can end it with hopes of more for these two.

Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Fancy parties and dresses were a luxury I hadn’t seen in a while, but I wasn't here for the party. My bigger fish had taken me all the way to Emon, all the way to this celebration. I sneered in my inner thoughts. The man they were celebrating tonight was the man responsible for my brother's death. Lornak Syfe, he currently served on the Tal’Dorei council as the master of development, but I know. This man was not what he seemed.

He stood at the top of the stairwell, it was fairly crowded as people moved up and down talking about their rich people's things. My eyes stayed focused on Syfe as I slipped through the crowded, drink in hand, blending in. I was coming so close to what I had been searching for these last few years.

Before I could cross the rest of the distance to the stairwell, a hand slipped its way around my waist, pulling me away and towards the dance floor. “Just over this way.”

I turned, my eyes burning with anger at the person to drag me away from my target. “Percy?” There was venom in my tone, with a bit of fury, “what are you doing here?”

He took my drink out of my hand and placed it on a passing waiter's tray. He stopped pulling me along and turned to face me, keeping one hand on my waist as he took my hand in the other. “We,” he said firmly, “are dancing.”

I finally took stock that he had pulled me out to the dance floor. “Percival, I don’t have time for this.” I tried to pull away, but he only held me in position.

“I can see that, but I highly recommend that you hear me out first.” I watched as his eyes stayed tracked on Syfe. Percy continued to keep us dancing to the music, even as I was still hesitant.

“What are you really doing here, De Rolo?”

“Apparently stopping an assassination attempt.” I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t know my plans, maybe I just came here to speak to him.” He gave me a knowing glare.

He sighed, “I’m here with the rest of Vox Machina, they’re over by the drinks table close to drunk enough to cause a scene. I saw you and I could tell from your face something might be amidst. I couldn’t just sit back and not try to stop you, what kind of gentleman would I be?”

“We both know you’re no gentleman, Percival.” He gave you a weak smile. “That man killed my brother Percy, you can’t stop me from getting justice for that.”

“And I won’t, but this isn’t Justice (y/n), this is revenge. It costs more than you know.”

I swallowed my anger and brushed off the topic. “So what, you and Vox Machina frequent formal private council events now. I know you enjoy playing diplomat, but I thought the rest of your crew were above that.”

“We’re honorary members of the council.”

“Since when?”

“Since we killed a dragon.”

My eyes widened in shock, “you guys?”

“You know, we are actually quite capable when we use our brains, we just choose not to on most days.” I almost laughed.

“What happened to your brother?”

I gritted my teeth. “The Clasp.”

“The crime syndicate?”

I nodded. “My brother worked on one of Syfe project sites, he noticed some money was missing from the project. Syfe has been using these projects to fund his own personal expenses and paying off some debts to the Clasp. My brother was collecting evidence, he was going to report him when the Clasp shut him up on Syfe’s orders.”

“Your brother sounds like a good man.”

“He was.”

“Then he wouldn’t want you compromising yourself just for revenge.”

“He wouldn’t have wanted to die either, sometimes good people don’t get what they want.” I kept my eyes turned as I saw Syfe turn down a hallway heading to a secluded area of the party.

“You can’t do this (y/n), it's not justice, you know that. You’ll lose yourself.”

I couldn’t take it, I pulled away from him to stop dancing. I needed to get to Syfe while he was secluded, before he came back to the party. “What do you know about revenge, Percival? Who says I have to lose myself to get what I have wanted for four years now. I'm so close, why stop here?”

He grabbed my arm to stop me as I began heading up the stairs. “You know I understand better than anyone what it’s like. That hatred that fills you, I know it like the back of my hand. If you kill him, it won’t go away, it will just grow stronger.”

I stopped as I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. I swallowed hard as I turned around to face him. He had a soft look on his face, it showed just how much of this feeling he understood. “What do you suggest I do?”

“Your brother was collecting evidence, right? Do you know what he found? We could collect it and take it to the other members of the council. They’ll hear us out, they trust Vox Machina.”

“Are sure that would be enough? Putting him away in prison for what he did?”

“Sometimes I'm unsure, knowing the person who took it all away from you still breathes. But the alternative, letting them take what’s left, away from you.” He leaned in closer, reaching out to tuck a strand of my hair away behind my ear. “Letting them take you away, that’s just not an option.”

I swallowed and processed his words as I came to terms with him being right. I finally really looked at the man in front of me. “You’ve changed since I last saw you.”

“Let’s just say I found my bigger fish.”

“Did you get your revenge?” He knew what I meant, did he kill his Syfe

“The people responsible for my parents' death, what's left of them, is sitting in a cell where she will stay the rest of her life? I won’t to lie to you, I would have killed her if it weren’t for Vox Machina. I almost did, but if I had gone through with my revenge, I would be dead right now. They saved me, I owe them everything.”

“Well, I guess that means I owe you then.” I watched as he sighed and relaxed. He smiled as he linked our arms together, leading me away from the stairway.

“Looks like we need to get to work.” He said as we watched Syfe enter the party.

“Does that offer to join Vox Machina still stand?”

“Always.” He said quickly before he began stuttering. “I mean, I'm sure we can find room for you somewhere on the team.”

“Might not be so bad.” I smiled.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Hi! I read your one with vox machina and mighty Nein having a s/o from a modern world and was wondering as a Percy De Rolo simp if you could do one for first interaction with him

Oh like a Percy-centric x modern world y/n?? 🤩💕

First thing’s first: holy hell, how da heck did you end up here??? And you have powers???

You may not have noticed him, but he noticed you and did you ever look out of place. Maybe it was sympathy, or he didn’t like how some others were eyeing you maliciously.

Either way, you’re quickly taken under the wing of Percy and the rest of the party but not without questions

Immediately, he can tell you’re not from around here, which raises his suspicions.

Everyone else finds you interesting and all, but Percy still has some lingering questions.

Phones, technology, sometimes your outfit, etc. eyes are only getting bigger the more you go on about life

Ultimately, Percy slowly starts to open up a bit about himself. And whatever he doesn’t open up about is explosive

Yet, it breaks his heart when he sees your frightened expression at his demeanor.

Cough, yes Orthax, cough

Though you comfort him, and are a supportive friend through the trek with the Briarwoods and his home, Percy can’t help but feel a gnawing at his heart

You’ve grown close, but do you think about him? Do you care for him? He knows you care for the others, but is he different to you?

Chances are, he’ll try to get you alone to talk to you. There’s that look on his face that just stands out to you, and you listen with a hammering heart.

“I know we’ve had our differences, but since we—or since I met you…nothing has ever been the same. For the better. And you have been monumental in that…”

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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The Gunslinger and His Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, soft sex, messy sex, creampie, somnophilia

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

A/N: First nsfw fic for my 5k follower event. The prompt was "somnophilia" with Percy. You can take a look at my other fics for this event, there's the wholesome list and the dark list. Take your pick.

You've gotten used to it over the years, waking up with Percy's cock deep inside you, thrusting in and out, his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, your shoulder, his voice hoarse, grunting and whispering how good you feel, how he loves you.

You first brought up the idea a few years ago, when you were already well into your relationship but before you got married. You'd woken up to him painfully hard and gripping his cock tight in his hand, a subtle blush on his cheeks when he noticed your woke up.

"Percy?" You mumble, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely open.

"I'm sorry darling. I'm... I've been thinking about you on my way home. But I suppose that's it is a little late. Don't worry. I can take care of it. Go back to sleep." He kept his voice barely above a whisper, only increasing when he would stroke up, slowly milking his cock, trying his hardest not to disturb you.

He doesn't look very comfortable, his cock looks painfully hard, the tip bright red, and you couldn't see his balls but you could have only guessed how full they were.

You roll over on your back and threw the covers off. You were clad only in your nightgown, the peaks of your breasts already hard and showing through the material. You spread your legs apart, the nightgown hiking further up, "That doesn't look like it feels very good. I'm sure I'd sure I'd feel a lot better."

"Huh? But... I thought you were tired." He stopped his strokes and held his cock firmly at the base, he was already straining not to come.

"I am." You yawn and arch your back a little, "You know... I don't have to be awake for you to use my pussy. You can help yourself."

"H-Help myself." Percy gulps hard, his cock twitching in his grip, "You'd be asleep. Are you sure it's ok for me to-"

"I'm already wet." You interrupt him, "Just come here. It's alright. I'm giving you permission. It might feel good for me too. Give me some nice wet dreams, get me ready for the morning." Despite how sleepy you were your voice still managed to sound sultry, beckoning Percy toward you, until he was kneeling between your legs.

His hands hiked your nightgown up, and sure enough your pussy was dripping. He ran one finger through your folds, then dipped it inside, testing. You only sighed and let your eyes fall closed. "Oh fuck." He groaned, your juices dripping down his finger, making his dick pulse with need. "Okay, okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you my cock now. Take you. Fill you up slowly."

A small whimper falls from your barely parted lips when his cock slides in, going inch by inch, until his hips are flush with your own. Percy lets out a barely suppressed moan. You can feel the pressure of him, of his cock stretching your cunt, your walls gripping and releasing as he drags his cock out, then sinks it back in just as slow.

The slow, gentle pace, combined with his soft lips on your neck lulls you back to sleep, and indeed that night you did have a very wonderful dream. One where Percy came inside you again and again, calling you beautiful, moaning low and growly in your ear, cursing to high heaven at how good and tight and warm your cunt felt around his dick, how he wants to give you every drop, make you pregnant.

You wanted all of it. Then and every night after.

Sometimes he lost himself in the moment and let himself go a little harder, which did wake you up, but you didn't mind. Like right now, when you're roused from your dream only to see his face buried between your breasts, his moans muffled as his fingers grip your thighs, his his slamming his hard cock inside you almost desperately.

"You feel wonderful around my cock. Gods I can feel it. I can feel how much it wants my cum, how much it needs to be filled and breed. I want that too sweetheart. I want to fill you up to the brim, make you a mess with my cum. Fuck! Tighter, you're getting tighter." Percy lets out a long groan, his pace slightly faltering as you come around his cock. "Keep it up, keep tightening up around me. Keep milking my cock until you're pregnant."

You can't hold back anymore, your hands fly around his back, the sudden movement startling him a little but he finds his pace again, if anything he starts fucking you even faster, filling the room with sloppy wet sounds.

His cum is already making a mess of your thighs, you feel sticky, dirty, wanted, and so well fucked. "You're filling me up so well love. I love how your cock feels, even when I'm asleep I can feel it deep in my cunt."

"You can huh? You dream about it when I'm fucking you? I know you do. Your moans always give you away. Ah and the way your ripple around me. You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I love you, I love you so damn much. I'm gonna give you another load of my cum, are you ready for it?" He looks up at you, and even through the darkness you can feel the heat and love of his gaze. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you give him a very firm nod. You feel a warm flood of his cum, adding to the already full feeling inside your cunt. He keeps his hips against yours until he's absolutely sure his balls are empty, that all of his cum is now inside.

Percy takes deep breaths, his body heavy on top your you, his arms winding around your lower back. His lips are hot against your skin, "I love you." You run your hands through his short hair. It's normally pretty soft to your touch, but now it feels slightly damp from the sweat. In fact both your bodies are incredibly sweaty, not to mention the mess of cum between your legs and on your thighs. "Quick bath and then a few more hours of sleep?"

"Okay." He groans heavily as he lifts himself up, "Lock your legs around me, I want to keep my cum right where it belongs for as long as possible."

"So needy." You smile at him. Percy chuckles as he kisses your cheek and lifts your both up. You listen to his words, your legs firmly locked around his hips, his hands under your ass, squeezing playfully and thrusting his cock up, "Percy." You whine, "I'm sore. Please."

He laughs, "I know." He kisses your forehead, "I'm just teasing you. Lets go take a bath now yeah?" You nod into his shoulder, feeling any trace of sleep melt away as you approach the bathroom.

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bollur · 1 year

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

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

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

It was like walking on a wire.

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

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

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

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

They would keep working, and he would keep trying.

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

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

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

Where was his sun going?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was he projecting too much?

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

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

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

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

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

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hiiii idk if you are taking requests that aren’t prompts but I thought I’d tell you my idea anyway :D I’d love to see something with Percy de rolo where he has a crush on the reader but they are dating someone else. Maybe with some angst or hurt/comfort

Ahhh idk I love ur work keep on writing amazing stuff :DDDDD

Angst and pining. A love not meant to be. Choices were made and we know the choices of a certain tinkerer are not always the right ones. Hope you enjoy this one. 😘

Percy remains hollered up in his workshop for hours, days, weeks on end only leaving when he absolutely has to or when he’s forcefully dragged out. He’s taken to the cot in the room as opposed to his comfortable chambers. He even goes as far as requesting books from idiots instead of gathering them himself. He barely speaks. At least he eats and drinks. He supposes he’s lucky he has friends like he does because if they did not save him a plate of whatever was left over after Grog had his fill, he might have forgotten entirely that sustenance is a necessity for all things living. One might argue so is daylight but Percy would count himself living proof this is not the case. When is the last time he’s seen the sun? Any time he tries to recall he does not just imagine a sun with its vibrant rays. Instead he sees much more. He sees your silhouette in the light as you look like a true celestial being. He sees your smile as you’d pulled him along out in the streets giggling. He had found himself laughing back then too. It’s as if when you stepped into his life he only then realised he lived in a world of darkness. You pulled him from the shadows by your sheer presence and that’s a dangerous thing.

Of course Percy, despite the risks his mind conjured up to having anyone with such a value in his life, could not refuse himself from relishing in the unburdened wonder you brought. You made him feel alive, not just surviving. Though to be fair you pulled him into his fair share of reckless danger too, it was always an adventure and dodging daggers and axes left and right did not diminish the value of your time nor presence. He’d do anything to be in a tavern brawl now if only to see you kick arse and have his back. You’d blow him a kiss whenever you saved him and would not let it go until the favour was returned in which case it was his time to gloat. He’d give anything to have those moments regularly again. He’d wasted his chances by keeping you at arm’s length. Of course you brought him all these things unconditionally but you had offered him so much more. You’d offered him love and acceptance and noticed him in ways he wanted to reciprocate. He just couldn’t. To be okay letting go everything, put it all to the side for a single person, that’s not just a risk; that’s a fear he carries with him. He has things he has to do be that revenge or repent for what he might be facing. One word from you and he’d cast his life’s work aside. One word.

So he took a step back, or several rather. When you offered him these blessings, these magnificent and wonderful gifts of your heart, he’d refuse them. When you opened your heart to him and confessed the feelings he too shared, he let you down. It broke his heart to see you saddened. It shattered his heart when you still found it within yourself to smile so warmly at him and told him nothing would change. You were friends first and foremost. You’d remain friends. Every fibre in Percy’s body shouted to hold you, tell you he loves you and this is all some stupid thing but you didn’t ask for the reasons of his refusal of your heart. As per his wishes you didn’t talk about it at all. You didn’t pretend it did not happen but you knew him well enough he does not always do so well with confrontation and you respected that. Percy watched you move on with your life. You’d still have your moments together. You’d never retreat from him. Nothing changed, as you promised but he kept you at arm’s length.

He’s ashamed to admit that when he found you slipping out without anyone noticing, or returning home late, or gods forbid in the early morning hours with a satisfied smile on your face, Percy felt something burning within him, eating him up from the inside. He does not blame you for moving on after his refusal. It was his decision, his fault after all but that does not undo the bitterness set in his heart. When his friends kept pestering you to spill, you did not. While you flustered so beautifully when Scanlan tried to pry for details and told you whoever it is in your life, better be taking care of you in every intimate way possible, Percy could not be there for that conversation and he had promptly left the room. You’d cast him a pitied glance but stayed and talked with the others as they fished for the nitty gritty of your love life. He thought he might vomit not because these talks disgust him but simply because his chest tensed in such a way he felt nauseous.

As you became less guarded on the details of your apparent new relationship, Percy grew more reclusive until you hardly saw him at all. He was more curt and brass and avoided the topic of your love life and happiness overall entirely. You saw him, truly saw him and assured him everything is alright, will be alright and he has nothing to worry about. Your worry is misplaced. He hates himself for letting you slip through his fingers, for not taking the chance you offered him because if it were not for his stupidity he would be holding you in his arms and not some snobby redheaded elf who you’re causing mischief with now. Then again, he was the one to turn down your offers of chaos first. It all comes down to him again. He refused you. He said no. He let you go and he will not blame you for his choices. You are innocent in this. He’s just… He’s just stupid and blind and now his chance is gone.

“Percy?” Your sweet voice echoes through his mind more so than the halls. He’d escaped his workshop in the hopes to avoid everyone but you’re here, just around the corner and he almost bumped into you. Like a deer catching its hunter’s gaze he freezes and takes a solid few seconds to register what just happened. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” No.

“Are you sure?” You press. He hopes you do not see right through him. He hopes you miss how his breath catches and he cannot seem to breathe at all, how his heartbeat speeds up and sends a rush of blood through his face he cannot seem to repress, how his head feels light yet his limbs so heavy. He hopes you miss it all as he forces a pleasant indifferent raised eyebrow.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He says as though the entire question is preposterous. Again that pitied smile that makes him want to scream.

“You’ve just been staying in your workshop so much lately. We’ve been getting worried. But if you say you’re alright, I’ll trust your word.” You fiddle with your thumbs. Few times has Percy actually felt remorse, true remorse for his actions, even fewer times have those actions haunted him in his present. This is one of those times. Why must you do everything right? Why must you respect his boundaries and be so damn kind? And why can he not be deserving of such? He’s stupid, so damn stupid and he cannot help himself.

“Don’t you have some boyfriend to meet up with?” That came off very wrong, your eyes shoot up to his and the fiddling stops. You just freeze and when he sees that strike of pain his features soften. “I’m terribly sorry. I appear to have left my manners in my workshop. Let me rephrase. You must have places to be that are far more important than speaking with this tinkerer.” He chuckles, albeit forced and refers to the dusted white shirt covered in a variety of stains that show he probably should not linger close to any kind of open flame. You relax a bit but seem to make a mental note still.

“I will always make time for my favourite tinkerer.” Gods those are not the words he hoped to hear. Those are the words that make his heart leap several miles. And your smile does not help either. Yet he can’t but notice, it does not reach your eyes. What’s going on? You continue. “But I mustn’t keep you any longer. Before the others notice you’ve come out of hiding.”

“Of course. You’re right.” He sounds crestfallen. Your lips curl in a kind smile as you reach out to take his hand and give it a squeeze before you move past him. He turns to watch you go. Don’t look over your shoulder. Don’t look over your shoulder. Don’t look over your shoulder. You look over your shoulder and meet his eyes one last time before you turn the corner and then you disappear.

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Dear Lord Percival many names I cannot spell De Rolo the Third,

We humble commoners request demand thy esteemed presence for dinner tonight. Bathe, dress thy comfiest and please grace us with your humbly sophisticated spirit.

Yours dearly,

Your troublemaker

It’s been a few days since your last interaction and now Percy finds this letter addressed to him slipped under the door of his workshop. He must have been asleep when it came because he did not notice it for some time, and given the slight dusting of ash and lingering smell of smoke, he feels safe to say it’s been a few hours. What time is it anyway? Shit. An hour to dinner. He’s read it over and over and over. He cannot help but hear your voice speak those words, with the ever present joy behind your reading voice and the way your eyes light up when you used to look at him. They did not light up the way they used to last time, nor in the faint moments of passing when he snuck by an open door desperately trying to avoid his friends. You’d never blown his cover, despite what he knows is his friends insisting he gets out of that workshop. You’d offer him a wink or a wave if you thought you could and assured that no eyes would turn to him until he was out of sight. Despite everything you help him still. Of course you do. You’re his friend after all.

He’s held the letter above the flames of his forge, ready to drop it in and burn it ever existing but he can’t. He can’t let go no matter how hard he tries. You’ve moved on. You’ve moved on and now there’s someone else in the place he wishes he could have been but he can’t. He can’t do it. He can’t watch you be happy like this when you gave him the chance to call you his and he yours. He can’t watch that chance being wasted and the wrong choice being made. You hold the key to his happiness it seems but not one person should be responsible for a single person’s happiness. It should not be reliant on the one when one is so easily taken away or lost. Then again, ever since your time became divided, ever since he saw you less and less, and refused your presence by locking himself up here between ashes and inventions, he’s felt the world duller than before. Percy craves that what you offered but he cannot go asking for it, he cannot let you offer it. And so he casts the invitation into the fire. He returns to his tinkering to keep his mind off his mind, off you.

An hour passes and there’s a knock on his door. You stand outside it and rap your fingers against the heavy wooden panels three times. You don’t hear anything beyond the sounds of the workshop you’re used to. You knock again but no reply, no stop in those sounds until they do stop and some seconds pass. The door doesn’t open and there’s not further reply.

“Percy? Are you joining us?” You speak so sweetly, so full of hope. He doesn’t reply. “Percy?” You call again but there’s no hope. He can almost hear your frown through that damned door. He hesitates and puts his tools down. He takes a step towards the door, and closer. He reaches for the handle but doesn’t wrap his fingers around it.

All the while you stand against the door, halfway between opening it yourself, if only to just check in on him. Something is wrong and you fear you might have made a mistake. You confessed your feelings for Percy some time ago and he turned you down. You think you might have misinterpreted his own actions for affection more than friends but you were never one to assume. You didn’t confess with the expectation that he would smother you in kisses and tell you it was meant to be. You live the life you do and know that fairytales are hardly the way of reality. You did not expect a fairytale. You told him because he deserved your honesty and he knew you well enough to know that you have him as your friend first and foremost and that would never change. You would not let some silly crush get in the way of that. Some feelings might be or have been romantic but you can set those aside easily because at the end of the day you love Percy for who he is more than some fizzling attachments that were never there to begin with. You’ve moved on.

You’re happy. You keep telling yourself you’re happy. Someone else stumbled into your life and you think you could love him, in a way you do and in a way you know he cares about you, but both of you admitted to seeing how long this thing you have will last because were it not for your wildly different lives and stories, you have equally different paths to take in life and they are likely to separate. That’s alright. Not every love story is endgame. That doesn’t make it any less worthy of love and time and affection. It’s just a story with a clear ending and that’s okay. You know what you’re in for and so does your elf. You’ve moved on from the tinkerer but he’ll always hold a special place in your heart. Favouritism at its finest. Who knows what the future will bring but you will not sit around and wait for anyone. Not even Percy.

“Percy?” You call to him one final time as you retreat your hand from that handle and wait a few seconds but no reply. You take a step back and nod to yourself before you turn on your heels and find your way to the dining room where your friends are waiting to share stories of past, present and future adventures and you’ll join in too. You’ll put on a smile, not a forced one but a genuine one. You’ll think about the white-haired gunslinger in his workshop from time to time but that doesn’t tarnish your mood. You just smile fondly and hope he’s alright.

It takes Percy every ounce of self restraint to not open that door, to pull you into his arms or fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He retreats his hand and cradles it close to his chest as he tries to control his breathing. It’s incredibly difficult and he does not trust his legs. When he hears you take a step back he bites his lip and sinks to his knees quietly. Then those steps echo throughout the hall until they fade into nothing. Only then does he let his back hit the door. Only then does he pull his knees to his chest and places his hands over his face. It’s not sad or something worth crying over. He’s just angry, at himself, the world at his mind and his past and purpose. He’s got a purpose he needs to fulfil. He’s got a goal to reach and maybe if there is something left of him by the end of it, maybe if you look back and take pity upon him, maybe if you allow him into your life he can be whole again with the key to his happiness. He hopes so but hopes is for the foolish. He’ll be a fool. He’ll be a fool for however long it takes.

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beautifultypewriter · 2 months

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Good day. If you are still accepting requests, could I please request Bakery AU for Sir Leon or Percival? (separately? That means two requests? Just with whomever you like more) Appreciate it~

Oh this gave me such a good idea. I’m gonna do some headcanons.

Okay, so you were the owner of a small, but very popular bakery in town and you had been working on your own.

Your friends convinced you to hire someone to help you out because they could tell that you were going to burn out pretty quickly if you kept going the way you were going. You were reluctant at first, but eventually agreed, thinking that having someone else to help you wouldn’t be so bad.

Enter Percival. He’s big, he’s strong, and he has a smile that lights up the whole bakery. Not that you noticed his smile in a way that was anything other than platonic.

And now you had no idea what to do because hiring Percival was meant to help you, not distract you. And distract you he did. Not that he had any idea or at least you hoped he didn’t.

He insisted on carrying bags of flour and sugar and boxes of butter so that you could focus on the baking, but as his arms flexed as he lifted the bags over his shoulder, you were not focused on baking.

And you felt terrible about it because he’s there to work and he doesn’t need you developing a crush on him. You just hoped he hadn’t noticed you noticing him.

Unbeknownst to you, he noticed. And he’d smile to himself every time you noticed his arms or his smile. Because he really only walked into the bakery that day because he had seen you through the window and he wanted to know your name. The help wanted sign was a gift from the universe it seemed.

He knew he should just pull himself together and ask you out, but he was nervous. Just because you noticed him it didn’t mean you wanted to date him. And if you said no then he’d have to quit. And he really didn’t want to leave.

So the two of you continued to dance around each other amongst the pastries; pretending you didn’t notice each other as anything other than coworkers.

But then, one night you’re locked up in the back of the bakery, working on a recipe that you’ve been working on for well over a week and Percival is out front, sweeping the floor. The sign on the door had been flipped to closed for a while now, but he can’t bring himself to leave.

He puts the broom away and he makes his way to the kitchen. You’ve got flour in your hair and smeared across your cheek as you pire over your notes, crossing out measurements and rewriting them again.

Percival leans against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling at you. Your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth and he clears his throat.

You jump as you turn to face him, not having heard him in the front and thinking he had gone home hours ago, “You’re still here.”

He smirks as he steps over to you, “So are you.”

You chuckle as you nod, telling him that you had a breakthrough with your cinnamon roll recipe and you really didn’t want to lose the inspiration. You turn back to your work as you say it and Percival smiles.

He could stand there all night and watch you work. He thinks he might, but then you’re turning to him again and he feels like he’s been caught.

You just smile though and tell him that he could head home for the night. He stays put though and you raise your brows at him.

He laughs and tells you he doesn’t mind waiting if you’d like some company on your walk home. And you almost dismiss him, not knowing how long you were going to be there for, but when you look into his eyes, all you can do is nod.

Percival smiles back and moves closer, looking over your shoulder at what you have. You lean closer to him ever so slightly as he reads your scratchy handwriting.

He leans down a bit and now your faces are as close as they’ve ever been and you turn slowly to catch his eye. He grins at you and reaches up to wipe the flour from your cheek.

His hand is rough, but warm and you lean into his touch, your recipe completely forgotten as your breath hitches.

Percival leans closer and his lips lightly brush yours as he pauses, waiting. You move forward, pressing your lips firmly to his, and resting your hands on his shoulders. His hands move to grip your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You break the kiss, pulling back slowly and grinning at the flour handprints on his shoulders. Percival only shakes his head as he leans in again, his grip tightening as your lips meet once more.

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mycheese-tasted-like-applepie · 2 years

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Merlin Masterlist

Featuring Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine, Percival, Leon, Lancelot, and Eylan.

Arthur

Cost of the Crown

Ambush

Wyverns

Screw the Council

A Night By The Fire

Shy S/O Headcanons

Reaction to you Leaving a Party due to Nasty Comments Headcanons

Reaction to his S/O Complimenting him a Lot Headcanons

Kissing Headcanons

Reaction to You Walking Into His Room and Sitting on His Lap Headcanons

Reaction to Getting Picked Up Like It’s Nothing Headcanons

Reaction to You Having a Panic Attack Headcanons

Reaction to Giving His S/Oo a Piggyback Headcanons

-Arthur and Gwaine’s Reaction to Their Crush Beating Them in a Sparring Match Headcanons

Merlin

You Will Be Loved

An Arranged Marriage

Witch

Beautiful Means Many Things

Knightly Jealousy

The Shores of Avalon

Strawberries

Thanks a Lot, Arthur!

A Simple Mistake

Marigolds and Merlins

A Royal Pain

Pretty Boy

The Fear of Failure

Butterflies

Break Time

Forbidden Love

Sleepless Nights and Magical Moments

A Slight Hint of Magic

An Accidental Ambush

Hug Headcanons

Reaction to his Crush Showing him Their Magic Headcanons

Reaction to his Crush Protecting Him with Magic Headcanons

Reaction to his Shy S/O Defending Him (Hulk Style) From Insults Headcanons

Reaction to You Being Insecure Headcanons

Waking Up Next to Merlin Headcanons

Reaction to His S/O Trying to Start a Snowball Fight With Him

Reaction to his Crush Talking About Magic in a Positive Way Headcanons

Reaction to You Having Social Anxiety Headcanons

Reaction to His Crush Comforting Him When He’s Feeling Down Headcanons

-Merlin and Arthur’s Reactions to their Crush Saying "Ugh, stop being so cute all the time!?"

-Merlin and Arthur React to You Running into their Room because of a Nightmare

-Merlin and Arthur’s Reaction to You Ignoring Them All Day as a Prank Headcanons

Gwaine

A Shy Knight

The Best Life

Only One

Careless Actions

Fun-Sized

Shy Kisses

The Market

Reaction to his Shy S/O Coming to his Defense Headcanons

Cuddle Headcanons

Shy S/O Asking Him to Touch His Hair Headcanons

S/O Being Worried About His Safety Headcanons

Reaction to You Not Sleeping Enough Headcanons

Reaction to Seeing You in a Dress for the First Time Headcanons

Gwaine with an S/O Who Loves Having Their Forehead Touched Headcanons

Percival

Marriage

Shut up, Gwaine

In the Palm of Your Hand

Piggybacks

Hug Headcanons

Reaction to You Using Magic to Save Him Headcanons

-Gwaine and Percival’s Reaction to You Crying Because of a Nightmare Headcanons

-Gwaine and Percival’s Reaction to You Ignoring Them For a Day as a Prank Headcanons

Leon

A Taste of One’s Own Medicine

Reaction to You Wanting to Brush His Hair Headcanons

Lancelot

Lancelot's Happy Ending

Lancelot's Happy Ending (Part 2)

Eylan

Prompt List

Prompt List Part 2

Prompt List Part 3

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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It's a Contract. Chapter 3.

Vox Machina Critical Role

Percy x Female Human Draconian Warlock! Reader

Percy hesitantly ran away.

Leaving Y/n to fight the Briarwoods alone. He wish he could stay and help her but, he had to protect Cassy now.

'Y/n, I will never be able to repay you. I will come back for you.'

Once Percy was out or sight, Y/n focused on Dahlia and Silas. She rushed forward clashing swords with Silas and shooting magic at Dahlia.

This went on for a little bit until Dahlia managed to hit her. Time seemed to freeze. Y/n saw the sword swing come down as well as she fell backward.

'Spirit.'

All of the sudden, a dark mist filled the room. The black mist has swirls of blue within it. The sword clashed with the mist as Y/n disappeared and re-appeared behind him, slashing him with a claw.

Dahlia looked in horror as her beloved husband hit the floor. She looked at the new figure with emerged from this mist. The once human has became part of something else. The once armor was replaced with a female figured frame with black and white dress. The once hands where now replaced with black claws. She held a large dark blade. Her hair replaced now with long silver blue layered hair. Dark wings protruded from her back. Her eyes glowed a blue color. Almost as if blue flames replaced the human eyes. (Here's a general idea. Just add my little changes. Thx!)

Dahlia felt fear for the first time as the figure came face to face with her. They were nose to nose as Y/n stared into her soul. Just as Y/n raised her sword to smite her, a familiar black sword stabbed through Y/n's stomach. Silas pierced her.

Y/n went to move but Silas pushed the blade up, twisted it, and cut through her right side. Her once raised right arm fell back to her side. After the sword sliced through, she staggered slightly before falling to the floor.

The mist dissipated in the process.

Dahlia looked in disbelief. That power and strength that child carried. She wanted that to help her take over. She quickly healed Silas before telling him to pick up Y/n's body and put it into a nearby room. The first thing they will do is resurrect this spirit and gain it's favor after the take over.

*To Y/n*

Y/n woke up in a dark place. She looked around, frightened. She stood up. She was back in her original armor.

"Hello?"

Just as she spoke, the room lit up with stars.

She looked around.

'Is this the judgment plain I was taught about? It's not as scare as they made it out to be.'

"That's because this isn't the plain of Judgement. This is the plain of Celestia."

The room grew into a blue color, now, it looked like the actual galaxy.

Y/n turned to the voice and met face to face with a large White-Silver dragon and the same color eyes as her. She swallowed.

"Bahamut?"

"Yes, it is I."

She took a deep breath. She look back at him with tears in her eyes.

"I failed in my mission, didn't I?

Bahamut saw these tears and his heart softened. The reason she was some much in his favor is because she had the qualities needed but also, that she looked like his human love that began this clan. He sees her as still her original Blue eyed, Blonde haired self. Not the changes being chosen cause.

"No. Much the opposite. You trust that I you do anything to upkeep my promise. correct?"

"Yes, of course, My Lord."

"The reason why you are here is bacause you about to be revived."

The bluenette looked up at him. She liked that. She was so happy to meet the creator of her clan but, she couldn't help but wonder if Percy made it. Bahamut saw these thoughts and waved his tail across a small patch of ground in front of her. She could see what was happening in Whitestone. She watched in shock and anger as she watch the Briarwoods beat him and cut him. She took a breath and looked at the all-knowing dragon.

"I have a request."

Bahamut looked at her.

"What is it?"

"I want to exchange my life for his escape."

Bahamut was actual caught slightly off guard by this request. He looked at her. Not once has he seen a human with such valor. Every one of her ancestors and relatives would always ask to be brought back. Yet, here you are. At the age of 17 with your whole life ahead of you, you ask to toss it aside for the one you beloved.

"Why is he so important to you?"

The tears once again collected in her blue eyes.

"Because he means the world to me and I want him to live to fulfill a life and reclaim what is his. I want what he wants. I want him to survive. Please. I'd rather stay here and let him live than be alive myself. Please, Lord Bahamut."

Bahamut looked down at the girl.

'I guess this is a fair trade. I'd get my love back for a short while and this human can live.'

"Fine. Deal."

The girl was relieved. Percy won't die.

'I do this for you, Percival De Rolo. Take back what's yours.'

Since time in Celestia as different in the earth realm (Every minute that is in Celestia was half a year on earth- This may not be accurate but, for the sake of the story, let’s go with it.), within what seemed like a few seconds Percy made it out of the clutches of those vampires.

Y/n sighed with a breath or relief. She knew he would find his way after his escape.

Bahamut curled his tail around her. He looked down at her. It was almost time for her to return back to the realm of the living. She looked back up at him and smiled. He knew he would miss her when she went back but, he will make sure to keep her alive. For her and his sake. He has a promise to up keep and he won’t let his name become one of despise amongst the Dagon family.

“It’s time.”

She looked at him with confusion.

“Time for what? I’m staying here, right?”

He tightened the tail that was gently wrapped around her.

“You have a job to complete. You can’t stay here but, remember that you will always be in my favor. Don’t pray to the spirit. Pray to me for am I the spirit in you and only you. You will be able to contact me anytime. I’m always here. Others may think I’m a ruthless killer of judgement, which I am but, you are different, Y/n. You are here because you are favored. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’m here with you in favor every time. For I am a keeper of promises as well as the passer of judgement. The next time someone thinks they can strike you down, I will empower you. Now, it’s time to go. It will be strange at first but, trust in me.”

Y/n looked at him a set his hand on his tail.

“I trust you. I will come to you for aid. Not the ‘spirit’ in myself. Thank you for giving me another chance at life.”

Bahamut set his forehead to her gently.

And with that, she was brought back.

Well…. Kinda…

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Gentle Confession

Prompt: "I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way." Requested By: Anonymous. (Mystery Prompt Challenge; Pink 18)

Pairing: Sir Percival x Gn!Reader

Plot: With some encouragement from the other Knights (and only a bit of teasing) Percival finally gets the courage to tell you how he feels.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

No matter how many times he tried to distract his mind, Percival's eyes always seemed to wander back to you. He watched as you smiled and laughed with Merlin as you gathered fire wood. He felt his gut clench in both jealousy and envy for Merlin being able to so easily make you smile and laugh.

Whenever Percival made you smile, or laugh, he felt as though he had won a prize. He would often think back on those moments with pride and triumph, and would wait with baited breath when he could experience it again.

As a small projectile hit Percival in the face, he looked over in surprise and annoyance. Seeing the rest of the Knights staring at him with amused grins, he let out an annoyed sigh. "What?"

"Why do you just sit around and stare at Y/n all the time and never do something? I'm getting tired of seeing those pining doe eyes." Gwaine said with a teasing tone.

Percival rolled his eyes, as Elyan spoke up. "He's got a point Percival, go say something."

"Why haven't you?" Arthur asked.

Percival opened his mouth to speak, but paused, unsure of how to explain himself. Sighing, he threw a stick he had been toying with into the fire. He knew he would most likely be met with relentless teasing, but he allowed himself to admit something "I don't know. I just- I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way."

The other knights shared a few glances before they all leaned in a bit and talked a bit softer.

"If that's true then you seriously need to do something Percival." Elyan said.

"You know Y/n stares at you too right? Nearly as much as you stare at them." Leon added.

Percival looked at him with a furrowed brown, unsure if he should listen. Looking between the other knights they all nodded in agreement.

"If you're all screwing with me I'll-"

"We're not!" Leon said while raising his hands. "As much as I enjoy teasing as much as these guys, I'm not lying, not about this."

"Now go do something about this before I have to suffer another night of watching you pine like a little- Ow!" Gwaine was interrupted as Arthur stomped on his foot.

Meeting Percival's eyes, Arthur gave an encouraging nod of his head towards you. Percival looked over, seeing that you were heading off deeper into the woods, as Merlin started to come back.

Letting out a sigh he stood. "Alright."

As he walked off, he could hear whispering from the others as he got further away. If Leon was telling the truth, and you had some kind of interest in him, then the teasing from them would be worth it. But then again, if it wasn't true, and you showed no interest...

Percival halted in his step at the thought, uncertainty rising in his chest. He spotted you nearby as you began to pick up some wood, but dropped some that had been in your arms as you knelt down. Taking in a deep breath, he walked towards you.

"Want me to carry those?" Percival asked as he approached you.

Looking up at Percival as he stopped beside you, you smiled up at him. Standing, you handed him the bunch of wood in your arms, noticing how it looked like so little when he held it. "Thank you Percival."

Continuing to pick up wood, you noticed as Percival seemed to watch you. You felt your heart beat pick up pace, as your ears began to burn. Anytime you saw him looking at you, you felt as though you would shrivel up. He made you nervous. You had been attracted to the gentle giant since you first met. He was kind, protective, honorable, funny, strong, you could go on.

Sparing another glance at him, you noticed he was staring at the ground, seemingly deep in thought. "Is everything alright?" You asked softly.

Percival's eyes shot up as you spoke. "Oh, uhm, yes, I'm fine, I just..."

You looked at him patiently. "Yes?"

He adjusted his stance nervously before he looked back towards the camp. Looking back at you he took a step closer as he looked down at you. "I just...I don't know how to do this." A soft laugh came from him as he shook his head.

You felt your face growing hot as you began to realize what he was trying to do. Or what you hoped he was trying to do.

"Look Y/n, I just- I really like you, and I'm not good with words, never really have been, but I just want you to know that."

You bit the inside of your lip as you repressed a grin. "You want me to know that you like me?"

He nodded his head a bit, obviously growing nervous.

"Well, then, you should know, I like you too Percival."

You saw the second it took Percival to full register what you said as a soft smile crossed his face. "You do?"

You smiled and nodded "Yes."

His smile grew as he looked back towards the camp again briefly. "I wish we were really alone, but I just couldn't keep hiding hit anymore."

"I'm glad you told me Percival. I was starting to wonder if I would ever know for sure."

"When we get back to Camelot, can we, have dinner together? So we can actually talk about this, more so I mean."

You nodded. "Yes, I would love to."

He nodded "Great. Alright."

Turning to walk back to the camp, you stopped suddenly. Percival looked over at you with mild concern. Turning towards him, and using your free hand, you gently grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled him lower as you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

You saw the mild shock register across Percival's face. Smiling bashfully, you quickly began to walk back to the camp, leaving a stunned and blushing Percival behind.

The rest of your journey would be be preoccupied with secret and knowing glances between you as you waited impatiently to return to Camelot.

xx End xx

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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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You call Percival “The Referee” cause he be so official.

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innocent-cat · 1 year

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Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.

“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.

HEY guess whose back xx

Percival de Rolo x Reader

Warnings - cussing lol, sharp objects????

"Victorian ways of loving.", Percy x Reader

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(A/N - very thankful thank you to leopard for giving me the silly little flower sites for this!!!)

Recently, you had gained a secret admirer. Overall? Weird. But.. entertainment wise? The most interesting mystery you've put yourself up to in a while.

Of course, it wasn't just you who was "solving" the case of a seemingly allergy-less admirer, it was Keyleth helping you. Knowing she worked so well with plants, who else was there really to go to?

Every time you received a new flower on your windowsill, your doorstep, or handed to you by someone on the street, you giddily sped-walk to the druid's ivied library she hung around daily.

"You'll never guess what I got this time, Keyleth. A single violet."

"..That's not a violet."

Taking the delicate flower from your hand, she rotates it clockwise and counter, careful not to touch the petals. She smiles. Still looking at the flower, she speaks;

"This is an Iris flower. Isn't she so gorgeous? Whoever gave you this, has to be thinking into something a little more than just flowers. I mean, I've personally never seen someone just give less than a bouquet of flowers to a special someone, have you?"

She shakes her ideas off onto you, still analyzing the flower. You lean against the table she was just sitting at, and watched her explore the library with the Iris.

"Where you going?"

"To get a book on Victorian flowers, of course. I remember my mom telling me something about Victorian flower meanings being something heavily carried throughout the years."

You followed Keyleth on her heels, sticking close to her and watching her actions. Her finger glides against the cloth covers of books, as she whispers, 'Victorian flowers, Victorian flowers, Victoriannn..' She lets out a small gasp, and leans the book out of it's place.

"Here it is! C'mon. Let's sit."

Sitting down, she heaves a sigh.

"So. Tell me all about those flowers you've been getting." She raises her eyebrows, flipping through the pages of the book, the scent of aged paper wafting faintly into your nose. She flipped, occasionally turning back for the table of contents.

"Well.. there've been a few. The first time I got one from them? It were these yellow little pansies. It was wrapped with a thin purple ribbon. I bit the stem, it was a little sour."

"Why would- Iris! Well, reads here that your little lover here is trying to say they think you're smart, and they put faith in you. Isn't that just so romantic?" Keyleth smiles, reading the words with her fingers.

"Well- what about the pansies?" You scoot closer to Keyleth, eyeing the book next to her.

"Hey, while I find flowers, why don't you keep telling me about the little expressions of romance you received?"

"Oh! You know what? There was this pair of flowers I got three days ago. Cute little white and pink daisies. It had a lively sense to it."

You listened to Keyleth flip through pages, double checking the contents, book marking pages with her fingers. You watched her read the page numbers to herself.

"Okay, pansies and daises right here! Lets read?" She turned a smile to you, bringing the book to the middle of the two of you. She points, she reads.

'Pansies. A flower commonly traded between secret lovers, but evolved into a flower that expresses to the receiver that the giver has been thinking of them.' She stops.

She reads again.

'Daisies. A flower that belongs to the 'Aster' branch. With a variety of colors, they were used to express differentiating terms. Most commonly for romance, white and pink were used. The white flowers expressed true, and pure love. The pink daises were often associated and linked to gentleness, romance, and love.'

Keyleth lets in a sharp breath. She had read all that in one go, and you didn't blame her for needing air.

"Isn't that so cute? Agh! You guys would be so cute together."

"We don't even know whose giving me these, Keyleth. What if it's like- some super betrayal from some random guy who hates us?"

"Uhm. It wont." Keyleth shined a toothy grin to you, and turned back to her book, to the contents.

"Well.. two days ago I got a bush heliotrope. It had a note in it. I think I remember it saying something about the sun. Super weird and poetic."

Keyleth leans forward, sitting her head up on her hand.

"Why don't you go get that for me, then? I don't think that's a flower in here.." She frowned.

"Yeah! Of course." You pushed your chair back, pushing yourself up with the table.

You frizz Keyleth's hair before continuing out the library. You open the beautiful spruce door, clicking it behind you. You sped-walk, trying your best to not make Keyleth wait for you for too long. It was sweet of her to help you with your romantic predicament.

You make a sharp turn into a hall, and you walk directly into a wall. You yelped in shock, stumbling backwards with the unexpected change of interior.

Before you fall flat on your ass, you're wrist is caught by another hand, and you're pulled up.

"Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you. Are you hurt?"

It was Percy. Oh how humiliating. Your small little fun crush on the man grew during your ventures with him, and you couldn't help to be stunned at the inconvenience of the moment.

You took his body language in. His face was tucked with guilt and concern for you. His hand gracing your face, cupping it. He brushes his thumb upon your cheek softly.

"Yeah. Thanks. I would have fell if you didn't catch me. I genuinely thought you were a wall for a few moments." You changed your stance, releasing his hand. You tucked one hand under the other, crossing your arms under your chest.

"Wait, you thought the keep had just- suddenly changed so you walked into a wall?" You watched his face dissolve from concern to a humored smile.

You turn your face, studying the wall that was to your left, and not in front of you. You hear him emit a small laugh, so pure and gratifying you couldn't help but smile too. You fought it, but you smiled.

You feel his other hand drop to your waist. You felt the hem of your shirt slightly lift, your sensitive skin jumping at the cold mechanical hand.

"Hey, don't be like that. Not the nicest thing to not look at someone talking to you, is it?" His hand that rest on your face turned you to look at him.

You looked back up to him, ruffled by his confident move. Mouth slightly ajar, your hand moves to his face. You drift closer to him.

Both of your eyes closed.

"Now.. as much as I enjoy your company, de Rolo the third, I'm afraid I have something to do."

You let go of his face, you pull away. You walk down the hall, your hand outlining his arm, and picking his hand up with your's, letting go when you're out of his reach.

You walk up the stairs, and close your door and listen to it creak shut, slowly. It clicks. You slide against it.

"Oh my god."

You deeply inhale, knowing you wasted the opportunity of kissing the Noble who lingered in your dreams. You stand, fixing your dragged hair, and open the nightstand next to your bed.

Shuffling through pens, papers, feathers, beads, knife sharpener, switch blade, nail filer, and other trinkets you kept roughly tossed in the drawer, you find the note you received with the flowers.

Your hands softly traced the neatly and delicately assorted letter as you read;

'My love,

You are the beaming sun that I turn to like heliotrope. Without you as my stream of light, I would be lost. You as my guide, I require no assurance that all will turn peacefully. Even with my name that of which is untold, I stand with you devoted, infatuated, and confidently regardless to your obliviously and curiosity. Please, allow all the flowers I send to sink to your heart and be remembered, kept, and admired for all your prosperous life.

Sincerely,

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PFvMKdR |||'

Although romantic, the sign off was tragically confusing. You smiled, and tucked the note into your pocket. You rush down the stairs, jogging to the library.

You open the door slowly, and crack it enough to not make noise.

You could hear Percy and Keyleth talking, and you couldn't help but eavesdrop.

You snaked yourself around the libary, reaching a shelf that covered you, and was close enough to hear what they were saying.

"Percy. I won't be making orchids, or any flower in that matter, if they aren't to actually express yourself. No more notes!"

Keylath bantered Percy, complaining of how shy he was.

"Okay. If you make me these orchids, I'll.. tell them I love them."

"Yes!" Keyleth cheered, swiping the pot filled with moss, bark, and dried root. She worked her magic, and out came the loveliest orchid branch anyone could ever lay their eyes on. If only they were to be received by you instead of whomever the gunslinger showed interest in.

"Thank you Keyleth. I'll forever be in your debt."

"Pay me back by being super romantic."

Keyleth raised her voice as she watched the noble walk away, and exit through the door.

You rose, and walked back to the table, smiling at keyleth.

"Guess who got the little paper back super duper fast?"

"Aw, thanks. Lemme read."

After reading the note sighs. not having a clue what to do with the meaning.

"Hey, do you have any idea what that little sign off means?"

Keyleth lets out a knowing laugh. "Yeah. I bet they could be the initials of somebody."

"No one could possibly have initials that long, Kiki."

She picked a ink felt pen up from the table, spelling out the name.

"P - Percival. F - Fredrickstein. v - von. M - Musel. K - Klossowski. d - de. R- Rolo. See those little lines? Those stand for 'the third'."

You watched her map out the name on the love letter. You turned to her, waiting for her to say something more.

"What are you waiting for? I didn't make a bunch of flowers for nothing!" She laughed, and pulled you up from the chair, dragging you to the door, and shoving you out.

Before she closes the door, she peaks her head out.

"Oh, and make sure to not tell Percy I told you. He'd kill me." She let out a tired, and oddly terrified laugh.

The door slams. At least someone's eager?

You treaded slowly through the hall, your steps swift and quiet. You listened carefully for Percy throughout the keep Vox Machina collectively lived in. It wasn't late at night, so everyone was still up.(Not like it being late would stop any of them from being awake..) Regardless of this, everyone walked in their own distinctive way, and if they didn't, the weight of their steps revealed who was walking.

Eventually you heard the door to the yard of the keep open and shut. You assumed it was Percy, and it was best never to doubt some things.

You ran after the sound, opening the keep yard door when you reached it, and softly shutting it behind you.

You turned, softly taking in the scenery. It was sunset. The sky was a soft glow of pink and orange, and the sun was kissing goodbye. You smiled.

Shaking your head, you return your thoughts back to Percy. Or.. you could let his 'super romantic' confession play out on his own terms?

Nah.

You walked through the yard, your feet rustling against the short and soft blades of grass. You spot Percy, pacing back and fourth, with a pot of Orchid Branches set on the bench beside him. The pot was a beautiful off white, with golden rims, a matching design of pink flowers bloomed on the center.

You walked towards him timidly, debating if you should turn back on your heels and go to sleep.

"Hey."

too late.

Percy stops pacing, his eyes locking on your's when he hears you.

"Hi."

You take a seat on the old bench, patting the seat beside you. Percy accepts the direction, and sits beside you. He sits on the opposite side of you, eschew from touching you.

You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side.

"Who are the flowers for, lover boy?"

You spoke softly and teasingly to him, head leant on his shoulder, inner arm hold his inner arm.

"They're.. they're for you."

"Did Keyleth tell you what they mean yet?"

You hummed curiously.

"Rare and delicate beauty. That's exactly what you are to me."

There was a moment of unmoving silence between the two of you. Not awkward silence, or a gross silence, but quiet.

It was a moment of knowing peace between the two of you. The truth of who your bouquet arranger is, and Percy gaining the sense of acceptance and wellfare sitting next to you.

"That's nice of you, Percy." You tenderly spoke again, interlocking your fingers with his. You used your free hand to circle small shapes into his hand.

"And so were all your other flowers. They were very gorgeous, Percy."

Percy rested his head against your's.

"Thank you."

The two of you leaned into each other in the warm weather, watching the sun kiss you goodbye.

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Cowboy like me

Summary: Having worked as a freelancer in Emon you’ve run into Vox Machina and their shenanigans on a handful of occasions. Often you feel drawn into their chaos and to one of their particular steampunk aesthetic members. But maybe that’s because you have more in common than one might think.

A/N: So what I’m using some Taylor Swift song inspiration this year. It’s fun I got some good ones lined up for it too.

Maybe it was fate that I landed in this one small-town tavern, it certainly couldn’t have been luck. I had just been in town running “errands”, small gigs that didn’t take me too far off my desired path. This one was just a simple retrieval of a missing wedding ring, perhaps the man should have held on to it a bit tighter the last time he was here, but that wasn’t for me to say.

“Yeah, I found that one last week, but I put it with the other things that have gotten left here over the years. You’ll have to give me a minute to find it.”

“Take your time,” I said, tossing the barkeep a few spare coins for the effort.

I sat down, taking hold of my glass and staring at the wall behind the bar.

“(y/n)?”

I was surprised to even hear my name in a place like this, but his face was easily recognizable once I turned around. “Percy?”

He shook his head almost in disbelief, “I really didn’t think we’d ever run into you again. How long has it been?”

“Let’s see, the last time was the mimic case, so a while, I guess. So the whole crew is here then?”

“Oh yes, think I could leave them unsupervised?” He nodded his head in the direction of where a few members of his found family set, most of them drunker than they ought to be. “We were just passing through looking for work. You know how it is.”

“Tell me about it.” I said, turning back to stare at the wall.

“How are you handling these days?” He said, taking the seat next to me.

“I take the odd job for the money, I make ends meet, but I’m looking for bigger prey presently.”

“Bigger prey?”

“Story for another day.”

“And what might you do once you track down this bigger prey?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Percival, I got some tricks up my sleeve.”

“You can call me Percy, you know?”

“I know,” I smiled while drinking from my glass.

“Well, the offer always still stands to join Vox Machina if you ever want the company.”

I tried not to smile at the offer. “Is that offer from the whole group, or just you?” He tried to hide the smile and light blush from my suggestion. “Can’t, a group like yours might just slow me down. Honestly, I’m shocked you're still with them.”

“Why do you say that?” I turned looking at him, he had a deep crease in his brow, questioning me. Almost like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.

“You may play the gentleman Percival, but I can read it in your eyes, you're just another cowboy. And like any true cowboy, you’re really after one thing.”

“And what is that?”

“Revenge.”

“What makes you think I want revenge?”

“Call it a woman's intuition.” Just as I took a long sip finishing my drink, the barkeep came back with the ring in hand.

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” I smiled, pocketing the ring and standing up to leave.

“You’re going to leave already? At least let me buy you a drink,” Percy tried.

“I got what I came for, it’s time I head out.”

“You know, (y/n), you’re not as mysterious and cool as you think you are.” I raised my eyebrow, questioning where he was going with this.

He stood up, standing closer this time. “You're a woman on a mission.”

“Pray tell, dear Percival, what is that mission?”

He smiled, leaning in closer. “It's obvious, dear (y/n). You’re a cowboy, just like me.”

I tried to play it off with a shake of my head as I started walking toward the door.

“Hey (y/n)!” Percy shouted from across the room. “Good luck with your bigger prey” He smirked before he turned back to his friends.

As I left the bar, I could feel the goosebumps on my arms, shaking my head. Oh, y/n you are playing a dangerous game getting distracted like this. You’ve been there before, just run before it's too late. It still blows my mind how he could just read and call me out like that, but I guess it takes one to know one. But by now I should know to stay away from cowboys.

Part 2

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azaleaniath · 2 years

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Hey hey, another Merlin oneshot here, this one's Percival x reader, a rather funny yet fluffy one

Have fun reading~

word count: 2.6k

(please don't copy or change my writings without consent, but feel free to share)

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"What a stressfull day..." Elyan cried out, stretching his back. The best knights of camelot had assembled in the conference room to talk about the upcoming festival tomorrow and then call it a day.

"Are you guys excited?" you asked with a slight grin, observing the knights' reaction closely, one after another.

"Of course we are. It's a festival, dear (Y/N). There will be food, wine, off-duty time... And pretty ladies~" Gwaine wiggles his eyebrows with a cheeky smile.

You acted a bit shocked, placing a hand on your by a chainmail covered chest. With wide eyes you looked at him, streching your neck forward.

"Are you saying you're cheating on me? You've got your eyes on other women?" The sarcastic undertone in your voice made the other knights chuckle.

"Awe, my beautiful (Y/N), you know you're our collective priority and will always be, Percy's especially~"

Now that he mentioned the one knight you truly liked more than anyone, not just liked, but loved, your face reddened up a bit.

Everyone knew of the tension between you and the tallest of the knights. They've only known you for as long as they had known him, but it was clear to see that the relationship between you and him was different from the others.

Arthur chimed in as well. "My men all love you deeply, they would all die for you, (Y/N)".

"For you and you only, Milady. " Leon added with a genuine smile. You looked at the man, bowing with a smile back at him.

"Well, if you're so eager to talk to the ladies tomorrow", both hands now rested on your hips, "I hope you practiced some of your best pickup lines?, Gwaine? "

"Of course. How else would I woo them?" the brown haired man replied.

"Hmm, with a dance maybe?"

"Oh no, dancing isn't really for me. I'll leave that to someone else. Leon, maybe?"

Leon looked at Gwaine in surprise, raising his hands next to his hand.

"I think he's better off with conversation. No offense, you're a smart man." You chimed in.

"No offense taken."

"Men, you can't leave me and my wonderful wife alone on the dance floor. What about you, Elyan?"

Elyan furrowed his eyes for a moment and huffed. "No, I think I'd only scare the women with my moves."

"See, everyone has their own speciality when it comes to handling women", Lancelot added, leaning against the table close to you.

"Mind sharing your thoughts?" You asked, interested in what he would answer.

Lancelots eyes scanned the room, analyzing his fellow knights.

He pointed at each one while listing up their qualities.

"So, Gwaine's in with the pick up lines. Leon is a man of high quality conversations, the smart one. Women like smart men. Then we have Elyan, he's the funny one. Ladies easily fall for a good sense of humor."

"What about Percival?" Gwaine asked, walking up to the tall man, pressing his elbow into his side.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, his eyes quickly met yours for a bare second.

"Just look at him. He speaks for himself."

"His muscles do." Elyan added with a grin, earning a chuckle from his friends. Again, you blushed, feeling the heat in your face as you observed this gigantic man covered in muscles.

"What about you, Lancelot? What's your skill?" Leon asked with high interest. The blonde knight crossed his arms in front of his chest as you glared over to Lancelot. He was your best friend, for many years. He was also the one who introduced you to Percival. The three of you came to Camelot when Merlin had reached out to Lancelot.

"I repeat", Arthur voice echoed through the room, "don't you dare leave me alone on the dance floor with Guinevere."

Gwaine shrugged, looking around the group members. "Guess Lancelot will have to take on this one, then."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"And who am I supposed to dance with?"

All eyes landed on you.

"I'd love to dance with you. Wouldn't be the first time, would it, Lance?"

Percival's expression hardened when he heard you call his comrade by his nickname. If only you'd talk to him like this more.

"Come on, let's see it!" Elyan encouraged you, receiving a refusing glance from the both of you.

As much as you'd enjoy this, you much rather hoped for Percival to dance with you.

"(Y/N)! Lancelot! (Y/N)! Lancelot!"

Over and over again the men cheered your names, even Arthur did, in hopes to have at least one couple join him and his wife the next day.

"Alright, alright!" you both laughed.

Lancelot knelt down in front of you, gently kissing the knuckles of your hand. Even after spending so many years as your best friend, he was still a gentleman towards you, fully aware of the fact that you were just as boyish as the rest of the team sometimes, especially in the tavern.

As Lancelot got up again, he pulled you in close, one of his hands rested on your hip, the other one got a hold of yours. The knights were still cheering and clapping rhythmically, all except Percival. The view almost hurt him.

You started to dance to the beat with him, beginning with a few slow and adequate steps. He lead you across the room, a smile on his face when he saw you enjoying the dance.

"Aye, show us some more!" Gwaine shouted, "More passion, yeah!"

He never failed to make you laugh with his kind of behavior and humor, so your eyes met the ones of Lancelot. A slight nod from him was enough for you to understand, quickening your steps, loosening your hips, moving them along to the given rythm.

Your best friend swung you around the room, turning you into his embrace with your arms crossed, holding onto each others hands as you danced very close against him.

'If Percival would just dance with me like this...'

Lancelot swung you back around, facing your smile. Suddenly he closed the space between his lips and your ear to an inch and you heard him whisper something into your ear, so quiet it was noticeable for you only.

"Guess who can't take his eyes off you, (Y/N/N)~"

"Huh?"

"Oh, you've heard me. A certain someone is especially staring."

You smallowed before your friend could swirl you around so you could see Percivals expression. He didn't look to happy, yet on the other hand he was mesmerized and head over heels on love with the sight of you winding your elegant body to the rythm.

You saw Leon approaching him closer, turning his face towards Percivals ear as well, leaning in a bit.

"They'd make a beautiful couple, wouldn't they now?" He rarely teased his friend, but he had decided that it was far time for both of you to talk about it. He had to live with this weird tension between Merlin and Arthur for years, getting pretty sick of it. Another one of these situations and he would retire, he swore to himself.

"Hmm." Percival's anwer was merely a word, more some kind of a low growl. Oh how much he hated Leon for his teasing.

"Go on big guy, talk to her."

"Weren't you the high quality conversation guy?" the tall knight answered in a low voice without even looking at Leon. He was way too busy watching that beautiful, to him perfect body of yours, dance in the candlelight. Jeslousy overcame him.

"Percival. I can't stand seeing you two like this. Go and claim your princess, before she'll get detatched because she's tired of waiting."

By now, Leon seemed a bit more serious. You watched the two knights talk quietly, with of them having their eyes on you and your friend.

" Okay, that's enough."

Lancelot accepted your decision, immediately stopping, bowing before you.

"It's always a pleasure, (Y/N/N).

Next show will cost you some coins though, boys!"

The guys clapped one last time before sinking their hands. Arthur looked at both of you in surprise.

"I didn't know you were so skilled, both of you?"

"It's the footwork, sire."

"Now you only have to join me and Gwen tomorrow as well. Don't leave me hanging and you'll both get the next day off."

Hearing this, the fellow knights playfully volunteered to dance with you as well.

"We didn't know about a reward?"

"That changes it all, I'll volunteer!"

"I'd like to dance as well, milord!"

"I've changed my mind, sire, I'm in!"

You shook your head huffing and came closer to the other knights, Lancelot taking this opportunity into his own hands.

"I think", he patted Percival's shoulder , "my man right here could use one a day off."

Lancelot had been trying to get you to talk about your feelings for Percival for some time. He saw the pain in Leon's eyes everytime the tall man and you were awkwardly flirting without any kind of progress.

Both your cheeks were glowing, your heartrate quickened. Percival's eyes met yours, making it hard for you not to smile brightly at him.

"I think you should take this opportunity, Percy."

For a second, his eyes drifted away from you and met the one's of Lancelot.

Soon the other knights understood the mission. Leon gave him an encouraging push forward, a spark of hope was visible in his eyes.

"On second thought I think Leon, Lancelot, Gwaine and I should stick to what we're best at, right guys?" Elyan spoke, Gwaine adding "She'll probably feel safest around a big guy like you, in case she'll trip."

Leon was probably panicking inside as much as you, yet barely showing anything of it.

Patiently waiting for Percival to speak up, you came a bit closer to him and crossed your arms.

"I don't know if that's what she wants-"

"Then ask her." not just the knights but also the king said satisfying even and perfect sync.

Percival looked around, then back at you. A cold shower ran down his spine, he could almost feel the stares from all sides.

Once he found the strength to speak up he cleared his throat and took a hold of your hand. Of course it made it harder with all the pressure from the men around but maybe this was what it would take to get him to talk.

Leon risked a painful future revenge and used the advantage of being almost as tall as Percival to push one of his own knees into the back of one of Percival's, making the man sink onto one knee involuntarily.

Lancelot and Leon supported their weight onto Percivals shoulder so he wouldn't even get the chance to get back up before talking to you.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, looking over to the innocent smiling knights at Percivals side.

Then again you locked eyes with the handsome and yet so soft and gentle giant.

"(Y/N), would you do me the honor of dancing with me tomorrow?" He finally asked after what felt like an eternity.

Your heart nearly sprang out of your chest as you nodded happily. "I'd love that, Percy!"

Soon his lips found the knuckles of your hand. Daring to close your eyes for a second you inhaled deeply, the happy expression in your face not ceasing to lessen one bit.

As Percival tried to get up again, he immediately got denied by Leon and Lancelot. "Guys, I'm done here, would you let me go no-"

"Ah, I think you forgot something." Arthur interfered, walked up behind him and placed his hands next to the ones of his comrades, helping holding him down.

Elyan and Gwaine kept one foot each on Percivals calf so he really couldn't possibly get up.

The surrounding knights all smiled at you nicely as if they couldn't hurt a fly.

"If you could stop bothering me for a second-"

"Talk."

A grunt escaped Percivals lips and he lowered his head for a second before looking up into your clear eyes again.

"... (Y/N), I would like to speak with you in person. It's fun, I get that, but I'd like to tell you something without 5 grown man holding me down in the meantime."

You looked at the fellow knights, giving them an approving nod. One after one, they hesitantly let go to let him get back up.

He placed an arm around your waist and escorted you out of the room, just around the corner to be out of reach for the others to hear.

The knight gently reached out for both your hands and placed a soft kiss onto both of them.

"(Y/N), I like you a lot."

"So do the other knights. They love me, you heard them~"

You teased him, hoping he would speak clearer.

"And I do that too. But, not quite like the others. They love you like a little sister, but to me you are far more. If it was my choice alone, I'd spend my lifetime by your side as more than a comrade. As much as I love seeing you interact with the other knights, I'd love to make you mine, forever."

In shock, your jaw dropped an inch. You did expect a confession, but what he just said was apparently much more than that.

"Percy, are you... proposing to me.. right now?"

The man chuckled out of shyness, getting onto one knee again, now out of his free will.

"I don't have a ring for you, but if you want this to be a proposal then... yes. (Y/N), would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

In disbelief you blinked a few times. This was not a dream.

"I-I", as confident and flirty as you usually were, the man had taken it all away with his unexpected words.

"There's nothing I'd rather do. Noone I'd rather marry. So yes, Percy, I do."

As fast as possible the knight got up and captured your lips in a lovely kiss while he hugged you ever so gently. Within a mere second you threw your arms around him, kissing him back with all your love.

Once you parted he looked you in the eyes, his own ones filled with happiness through and through.

"I think we should pass the news on so that Leon can sleep in peace tonight. I think if we wait for just a bit longer, he will be in need of a long vacation."

He nodded, guiding you back towards the other knights.

"Why is there no ring of your hand yet?" Lancelot joked, not knowing about the proposal yet.

The two lovebirds of you chuckled.

Leon was in the background, panic in his eyes. He couldn't take it one second longer if you didn't finally share it anytime soon.

"Not yet." Percival answered with a proud smile, pulling you closer to put his arm around your waist.

"For now, a promise must do."

"Wait, what promise?" Lancelot asked, unsure of what you both tried to express.

"I promised him to spend my life with him."

"So, our little (Y/N) is our big boy's betrothed now, am I hearing right?" Gwaine asked with a wide, happy smile.

"Uhuh, you could say that."

Right after you spoke the knights gathered around you, cheering for their lives. You swore that you saw Lancelot's eyes being wetter than usual, and so were Leon's . He was finally freed of the curse of the weird tension. Long had they all awaited this, everyone. Especially you.

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