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saphirered · 1 year

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Hiii I love ur writing!

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

Hope that makes sense! Love ur work :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you say so…”

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thechekhov · 1 year

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Hey, it’s finally finished! I don’t know maybe read it or something.

#whistle song #critical role fanfic #fanfic #chekhov draws fic covers now apparently

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kmackatie · 8 months

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scene index:

1. act one, scene one 2. act one, scene two 3. act two, scene one 4. act two, scene two 5. act three, scene one 6. act three, scene two 7. act three, scene three 8. act four, scene one 9. act four, scene two 10. act five, scene one 11. act five, scene two 12. epilogue

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Critical Role Relationship: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widgoast Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Caleb Widogast, Friends With Benefits, Platonically Sleeping Together, Romantically Sleeping Together, Sexually Sleeping Together, Literal Sleeping Together, Explicit Sexual Content, and there was only one bed, Developing Relationship, accidentally sleeping with your colleague then pretending it didn’t happen, this is a 2000s romcom filled with miscommunication and pining Words: 62,272 Chapters: 12/12

About halfway through writing this fic, I had the hair-brained idea that since I had been joking that this fic is three 2000s romcom movies dressed up in a trenchcoat, it deserved the movie poster / DVD cover / book cover of my cinema dreams.

Enter @lunairka, who made this dream come to life with some incredible art that perfectly captures how much of an idiot these two had been the entire way through. Please give them all the love for creating this, and a version without my graphic design is available below the cut.

With that, I hope you enjoy the final chapter (or is it 👀) available on the 'epilogue' link above!

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fanfic #the mighty nein #cr: fanfic #my writing #fic: sleep with benefits #cr: fanart #I am still yelling at how cool this art is #lunairka you did such a good job with it!!!#also I have plans and this isn't the last time you will see this universe

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railroad-migraine · 11 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

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uselessgayshit · 9 months

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takes place at the end of ep 65

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“Goodnight, girls!” Zhuddana called after them, closing her door for the night.

“Goodnight, Zhuddana,” Imogen responded, shutting their own door and pressing her forehead against it, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Silence except for her breathing. She wasn’t used to that.

She slowly turned. In the dim candlelight, she watched Laudna reach, long fingers attempting to undo her corset. Her head turned to the side, hair swinging across her back, and she looked at Imogen over her shoulder. “Imogen?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “Yeah, of course.”

She took the few steps forward, fingers shaking. She was hyperaware that Laudna’s neck crooked even more, eyes following her, watching her. “Are you all right?”

She forced a smile, swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Yeah.”

She clenched her fingers to stop them from shaking. This was nothing out of the ordinary. They spent years on the road together, during which she did this every night. Their time apart was paltry compared to what they had been through. There shouldn’t be this chasm between them, not after what happened, not after what they had said to one another.

“Is this one harder?”

Imogen couldn’t help but laugh and she couldn’t keep the slight edge out of it. “No, Laudna, this one is not harder.”

The corset had nothing to do with what was harder about the situation. Returning to Jrusar, a place with which she was familiar, had been all she wanted but when she arrived, everything was quiet. Of her own doing, of course, she knew that. But as the front doors of the tavern opened and Laudna appeared, eyes widening as she took in Imogen, it was still quiet. In that moment Imogen couldn’t move, suspended between an intense need to feel Laudna in her arms again and a fear that all of the swirling thoughts she had had while on Wildemount, and the truth she had stopped shoving away to the deepest recesses, would ruin her. She had lost her music and she was struggling to decide if that was what was best.

“Can you - do you want to take it off?”

Imogen’s hesitation was like a bomb in the small room. Her hands stilled against the ties.

“The circlet, I mean.” Laudna had twisted back around so Imogen couldn’t see her face.

“I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’ve dealt with the sounds of the city -

“That’s not why, Laudna.” The words came out curt, so different from the afternoon when all she was able to express was love and adoration and comfort. She had curled her fingers into Laudna’s on their way back from the market, though that wasn’t out of the norm. Laudna had made her tea as they sat with Zhuddana that evening but that was nothing Laudna hadn’t done before. Their room and their bed had been a place of solace but now it was thrown into exaggerated relief and Imogen’s mind started racing into their past.

“I know.” The words were only a whisper on the wind.

Imogen finished undoing the corset, dropping her arms and creating space between them. Laudna shrugged it off, gently folding it and setting it to the side.

“I can’t imagine the relief that brings to not have dreams.”

“What?” Imogen said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Laudna gestured toward the circlet. “To keep it on when you sleep and all.”

Imogen blinked and repeated herself again, “What?”

“I understand why you don’t want to take it off,” Laudna responded as if she couldn’t sense that anything was wrong as she pulled down the covers on one side of the bed.

That should have been the reason Imogen was desperate to keep the circlet on - and it had been, at first - but things had changed in the last day. Despite Laudna’s openness, insecurity raged through Imogen’s veins. She had always known what Laudna was thinking before and now she felt the need to second guess her instincts towards the woman who had never only been a best friend. Despite that, she found that she liked the novelty of not knowing. Of being able to ask the question, “Can I kiss you?” and seeing Laudna react to it instead of knowing how she would react. That she could ask a question now that wasn’t part of the little game she played to make everyone feel like they had choice.

Letting Laudna choose to come back to her had been one of the most painful moments of her life. At her core, logically, she understood that if Laudna chose to die, it had nothing to do with her. She would be ripped apart by it, another casualty of Delilah’s cruelty. But that choice had everything to do with the fact that Laudna’s death had been stolen from her once before. That would never happen again. Imogen swore in that moment, that if Laudna did return, Imogen would give her every choice imaginable to make for herself.

If this wasn’t the perfect place to start…

“Is it all right if I still sleep with you?”

Laudna had climbed into bed and looked up at Imogen, eyebrows furrowed almost comically. “We always sleep together.”

Laudna sounded shy and lonely. Her voice weaved around the room, pulling at Imogen’s heart strings.

“I just wanted to check.”

“Of course.” Laudna patted the bed next to her.

Imogen unbuckled her boots, sitting on the edge of the bed to slide them down her legs.

“Is this going to change things?” Laudna sounded so small, scared, something Imogen never wanted to make her.

Imogen paused, one boot off, and turned to give Laudna a soft smile. She wasn’t sure she had succeeded in not making it a sad one as well. Imogen couldn’t very well lie to herself. If Laudna had rejected her in the market earlier, she wasn’t sure what she would have done. It would have cracked something within her adding to a memory of another crack between them. She hid her own fear and sadness at the thought behind the smile, encouraging Laudna best she could. “Well… that’s kind of up to you Laudna.”

“We’ve always slept in the same bed. I… I didn’t sleep well when you were away from me.” Imogen’s heart swooped in her chest. Laudna wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Hey, this doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to.”

Laudna looked up, eyes watering. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Imogen chuckled. She had spent so much of her time running away from things that it felt like a nice change of pace. “And you think I do?”

Laudna cracked a small smile. “I suppose not.”

Imogen finished pulling off her boot and crawled up the rest of the bed, sliding under the covers. She felt Laudna shift to blow out the candle that she would have left burning all night, her mind distracted by other things.

“Is this all right?” She heard in her ear as Laudna’s hand gently settled against her waist. Imogen nodded, grabbing Laudna’s hand and pulling it around her, clasping their hands together against the mattress in front of her stomach. Laudna’s breath was chilly against her neck as they breathed together.

“I’m terrified.”

“Of?”

“Right now? Mostly everything.”

“Of me?”

“Not exactly.”

“Of us?”

Laudna was silent. Imogen couldn’t have this conversation with her back turned. She rolled over, coming face to face with worry. She reached her hand up, trying to smooth the small wrinkles in Laudna’s skin. Wiped away black ichor that pooled in the corner of her eyes like tears. Fought down the urge to kiss her again.

Laudna blinked up at her, eyes dark and nervous. Imogen held her gaze as she slid her hand to cradle Laudna’s face.

“I’ll say this every day if I have to. I’m in this with you until the end. Always have been. Always will be. I promise.”

#my fic #feel like they should've RP'd this #but that's fine #i'll do it for them #imodna #imogen x laudna #imogen temult #laudna #critical role #imodna fanfic #critical role fanfic #laura bailey #marisha ray

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Meeting of Fates

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

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

Word count: 0.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#critical role #critical role x reader #vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #tlvom #tlovm x reader #vax x reader #vox machina #vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critrole x reader #tlovm #tlovm fanfic #tlovm fanfiction

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cr-summer-wildflowers · 4 days

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The Ashton/Chetney tag still only has two fics in it. It's been a year, and that means...

The Critical Role Summer Wildflowers Exchange is back!

Dreamwidth. Haven Discord Community. Ao3.

You do not have to join Haven to participate, although it is the fastest way to contact the mods. It also has sprint channels and writers who can help you puzzle out your prompt fills.

Please see the Ao3 link for more information. Drop by to see the fics from the last three years while you’re there!

Ineligible ships

Like last year, eligible ships are those with under 500 works.

Did you know that as of April 18th, kimallura still has only 481 fics? Counting all the fics where they only show up as a background pairing? Yes, it means we miss one or two ships that are popular side pairings, but it keeps us focused on the rarest ships. In the spirit of the exchange, we also ask that we prioritize ships other than the most popular pairing in the Candela section.

Timeline

(Add these dates to your calendar, if you're fancy)

Nominations open May 3rd (two weeks from today)

Sign-ups open on May 17th and close on the 31st

Assignments go out by June 3rd

No penalty deadline July 8th

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Works up July 29th

Creators revealed Aug 5th

🌼 See you soon! 🌼

#summer wildflowers #critical role #critical role fanfic #exchanges

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pattithebard · 1 year

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A little promo art for my Shadowgast University AU fic since it updated recently. 💖 Giving fall campus vibes. Essek is trying to brush all the maple leaves off but they love him too much! Link below ⬇️ (Mainly shadowgast, but several Caleb/etc ships are mentioned) ✨Five Points Make a Difference ✨

#shadowgast #essek/caleb #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fanfic #the mighty nein #five points make a difference #fanfic #fanart #I hadn't updated this fic in like a year but the M9 animated announcement revived me lol

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astoriacolumnstaircase · 9 months

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Hey folks, my entry for the ITFC fic exchange is live now on Ao3! I got some excellent prompts from @wvearp, one of which involved lots of knitting, and my brain whirred on it until i got 14k words of a darkest timeline story in which an ex-cultist Imogen moves into a haunted house and falls in love with the ghost who got there first.

It's got fluff! It's got toys! It's got illustrations, and so many bones! I hope you enjoy it!

#laudna #imogen temult #critical role #astoriadrawscr #astoriawritescr #critical role fanfic

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oneoftheextras · 1 year

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pairings: percy de rolo x gn!reader / vax’ildan vessar x gn!reader

request: headcanons for percy & vax with touch starved gn s/o?

warnings: none, no spoilers for the campaign or show

percy de rolo:

It takes him a while to notice at first.

Percy, the gorgeously brilliant man that he is; is oblivious when it comes to being attentive to you.

His brain wanders to various different places, all the ways he can improve his inventions, but he misses the way you stutter when his hand brushes yours while explaining blueprints.

Or so you think.

He doesn’t entirely miss it. He makes a mental note of it and keeps watch for any more reactions that would help him draw a conclusion.

The answer only really hits him -quite literally- in the face when Vox Machina are fighting a mountain giant.

The giant’s club hit the ground with such force that the ledge you’re close to starts to crumble.

Percy immediately see’s what is going to happen before you even have a chance to register the club hitting the floor.

He snakes his hand around your waist and pulls you into him and away from the 500 foot drop.

His hand his strong against you. Protective. Afraid to let go.

But his heaving chest quickly calms when he sees you shyly averting his gaze and shifting in his grasp.

There were no words to describe how it felt to be in his arms, but the dopey smile on his face explained that he understood.

He uses the crook of his free hand to tilt your head up to look at him.

“Watch your step” he smiles as he lowers his mouth to meet yours.

From then on, he made sure to give you affection, even if it was a small touch to let you know he was there.

vax’ildan vessar:

Unlike Percy, Vax fully knows you crave his touch and thrives in knowing you want him.

He uses it to his advantage, purposely going out of his way to not let you touch him, always returning the interaction with a sly smirk and a knowing look in his eyes.

It’s infuriating, but it only makes you want him more.

At first you’re determined to catch up and make him pay, but the rogue is just too damn fast.

One night you almost catch his hand after dinner but he swipes it away at the last second with an ‘uh-uh’ and a wag of his finger.

He enjoys watching you start to get desperate for him.

Watching and hearing you whine and beg for his touch with your eyes.

Until you start to torture him back.

You purposely undress in front of him, knowing he won’t be the first to break, he’s too damn stubborn.

You hear his breath catch from the other side of the room and you smile inwardly knowing you have his attention.

This continues for a few nights until he finally snaps.

You don’t even get to do your nightly routine for him before he has you pinned to the bedroom wall

One hand on your cheek, the other holding your hip and his face unbearably close to your lips.

You inhale each other’s breath for a moment, then he airily chuckles “well played” and caves, kissing you passionately.

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saphirered · 1 year

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Because i like pain, can i get basically the sunken tomb/those who walk away (tlovm) but it's reader who dies, not vex? She jumps in front of vex as the blast goes off. Can be either Vax or percy x reader.

Turned out to a percy x reader and hope you like the result. Angsty but with a happy ending. 😘

He can’t move. He can’t breathe. His heart has stopped in his chest. Life has ceased to be linear, or perhaps even moving at all. He is stuck in that one doomed moment. He is trapped within his own body with is own bloody mind. He can’t. He can’t. Percy can’t even think or process. He’s stuck in that single image of you. That damned sarcophagus. It looked fine. Everything was fine. Vex gave it a once over. The three of you pushed the top off and there was the deathwalker’s ward still on the corpse of the previous owner. You’d stepped to the end, with Vex. You’d taken to observing the intricate runes on the inside. Vex warned him not to touch but it was too late. He’d reached in and set off a trap. It would have hit her if you hadn’t pushed her aside and in doing so, knocked yourself off balance and into the full force of whatever damned thing hit you.

Some kind of magic struck out, hit you square in the chest and sent you flying like some rag doll. You hit the ground with a sickening smack and crack. That breath, that single exhale that left your body unmoving, that’s where Percy got stuck, watching as the light in your eyes dimmed, those eyes that kept staring at him. They all ran to you but he was stuck. You weren’t moving. You weren’t responding to their calls nor pleas. There was nothing left of you to respond. Once that dawned on him, once it hit him what he had done, had caused, he was left broken. Somehow his legs carried him to your side, where Vax held you in his arms, Vex clutched your hand unable to speak, Pike rushed to heal you but there’s nothing to heal, nothing to be done. You were gone. You are gone. You’re gone.

Things move quickly after. Percy doesn’t know what grace kept him on his feet when he found it within him to join the others. He could not look away from you. Kash had already started whatever ritual he was performing. A resurrection rite. Everything moved so fast. Questions were asked, what happened how did this happen, who was with you? He was but he couldn’t answer. He couldn’t break away from your cold dead eyes. They’ll forever haunt him. They were so full of life just mere moments before when you cracked a joke and smiled, calling him out on his lack of divine worship. He’d retorted with some clever witty remark. Those were the last words he’d spoken to you. He couldn’t even bloody remember them. He can’t even remember your last words.

But then reason hits. It’s not working. The ritual it’s not working. It has to work. It has to work! The Raven Queen, she resides over death and apparently resurrections do not sit well with her or her domain. The others try to suggest things, solutions, but they are not that. Percy finds it within himself to speak some desperate sense; they’re under a lake, where are they going to go? They’re losing time. This has to work now. They can’t give up! He’s begging them, begging anyone, everyone. This can’t be happening! The spell breaks and you’re not moving. Percy’s ears are ringing. He wants to shout and scream and cry but inside him a void begins to grow and leaves him terrified of himself.

Several breaths pass and then, by some miracle, the light returns to your eyes, you shoot up and you’re gasping for air. You’re awake. He’s riddled with guilt once more. You turn to him and stare at him with those damned eyes and while he sees the life in them now, he’s haunted with that blank stare of your corpse.

“What happened?” How is he supposed to answer that question? He was an idiot and should have listened. This is all his fault. He got reckless and greedy and stupid and it cost you your life!

“I touched the armour and you… you were…” He can’t speak the words. The others speak but he does not hear them. “It was an accident.” Why do you keep looking at him. Your eyes should be filled with hatred and anger but you’re not. You’re relieved. You look at him as if this is not all on him. Accident or not, he is still to blame. Luckily distraction comes quickly. The armour is procured and in Vax’s possession for some reason.

You’re back on your feet and a bit wobbly but insist you want to get out of here as much as the others do. Pike has you at first but whether out of habit or sheer guilt, Percy find himself next to you and you lean on him whenever you stumble slightly. He catches you every time you don’t reach for him. It’s definitely a force of habit because each touch is torture. With each touch that scene keeps replaying. Outside on the banks of the lake Vox Machina decides it’s time to take a rest. Everyone’s exhausted and hurt from the fight to get out. Goodbyes are exchanged Zahra and Kash and upon the sunset Percy wanders off on his own. He had the intention of finding Vax, and apologise for what he caused. He did and got punched in the face. Seems that your best friend gave him a smidge of what he deserves. He deserves so much worse but it’s something. But then you have to find him, alone, ass in the snow, processing the pain in his jaw and contemplating every single mistake in his life that could have spared you this fate.

“Percy?” You come up to him. There’s still a slight tremble in your step despite your self-assured expression. No matter how well you might be at hiding your feelings, you always have a tell. You may pretend this doesn’t affect you but he sees it does. That just makes it worse. Still you find it within yourself to try and make him feel better. He wishes you wouldn’t. It’d be easier if you were angry with him, even better if you too decided to take your pound of flesh. Instead you kneel down next to him and look at what must be the mark of his preview to punishment.

“I fell…” He tries a poor excuse but you don’t buy it. Especially not with the extra set of footprints leading away. You place your palm against his cheek. Your touch is cold, he assumes because of the snow but for some reason he cannot help but imagine the worst. Still he leans into your touch.

“Must have been a strange fall. How does one fall on their ass and face simultaneously?” You joke and normally you’d have earned a chuckle or a retort. ‘With great difficulty’ is what you expected him to say or something along those lines but instead you just get silence and downcast eyes that refuse to meet yours. You settle on your knees and bring your other palm to cup his face and lift his gaze to meet yours. Percy bites the inside of his cheek.

“How can you pretend this doesn’t affect you? How can you take this so lightly?” You pull back and fold your hands together to preserve some warmth. Your skin feels wrong, your body feels wrong. Every breath you take you’re suddenly aware of. The blood pumping through your veins, it’s as if you can feel it and it hurts. Everything hurts and you feel as if you’re going to burst any second as if someone could prick you with a needle and suddenly you’d explode. You feel vulnerable and have become so incredibly aware of your mortality, in anything you do, anything you have done; every choice you’ve ever made. It haunts you past, present and future. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You thought of going out into the trees just so scream but that wouldn’t help. You’d just be left with the pain. You thought of ignoring it but that turned on you quickly. You noticed the silence when Percy was around. When you’re near him you feel alive and not some dead person walking. You feel like you can take on this life without being afraid of what happened and what you might face. You feel as if as long as he’s near you’ll be alright. That’w why you came to find him in the first place, didn’t you. You hoped he’d help you see things as they had been before your accident, but that didn’t seem possible.

“Because if I don’t I’ll just be terrified. I’ll break down until there’s nothing left of me and I don’t think I’ll be able to cope. This is all that’s keeping me together. You’re keeping me together.” Those words are harder to speak out loud than you thought, as if speaking them makes them real and undeniable. You suppose that’s true. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat along with your breathing. It just won’t go away and the more you try to ignore it, the worse it gets.

“You died because of me. You shouldn’t even be able to look at me!” There’s so many things running through your head that want to respond to Percy. You manage to stop some of the more irrational ones, the ones you know you’ll regret the moment you speak them.

“Is that what you think you deserve? My anger? My hatred? You won’t get it. Yes, you caused this but it was an accident. That doesn’t make it right but if you are in such desperate need to repent for a mistake, you can do so! I need you, Percy! I need you right now because without you I fear I will fall apart! So please, I’m begging you; do not abandon me now.” You plead. He’s unmoving. You reach out. He doesn’t flinch or turn away. He doesn’t respond so you halt and repeat once more. “Please, Percy. I’m begging you…” You place your hand on his cheek and this time he leans into your palm, even if hesitantly so. You’re about to pull away, seeing that reluctance but before you can his hand clasps over yours and holds it in place.

“I will not ask for your forgiveness-“ You got to speak but he’s not finished yet. “I will not accept it should you offer it to me because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. But you’re right. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. I’d hand you the stars on a silver platter if you asked. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.”

“Percy…” You sigh. That’s not what you meant. You don’t mean to ask for his compliance or service. You ask him to be your friend, your confidant, your rock when the tides get too much in the same way he has always been for you. You’re asking him to be himself, nothing more, nothing less but here he is offering you the world.

“I won’t ask you to accept or turn me away. I will be at your whims for however long you wish me to be-“ Percy keeps going. He has to make this right. You give him a chance to prove himself worthy of you and all you’ve given him. You’ve given him the chance to truly earn your forgiveness in your eyes and his. But you interrupt him by literally placing his palm over his mouth to silence him. Once you make eye contact and you give him a silent ‘are you done’ and he nods you let go.

“Then I order you to stop now.” His heart skips a beat. He cannot breathe. “I don’t need a knight in shining armour or some servant at my beck and call. I just need you. I just need you to be here, now. I don’t need the moon on a string, or you begging on your knees. I don’t need you to fetch me some drink or write me my correspondence. I need you to just be you.” That punch hits far harder than anyone could have dealt. It’s the sheer realisation that his life is more valuable than his actions and choices and deeds. His life exceeds a purpose. It’s a terrifying reality but then he looks at you and sees through you, into your own fear and doubt and he sees, that’s what you need. You need someone who understands fear and pain and he does. Gods he knows he does. That’s why you need him to be here and to be him. That’s why you can look him in the eye. You feel like he’s the only one that truly understands right now because he too, albeit a long time ago came to realise how fragile mortality truly is and all the thoughts that accompany that revelation.

“I know.” He whispers nodding to himself. He reaches out. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You allow yourself to twist and mould into his side, tuck under his arm and curl against his chest. This feels real. This is real. You can hear his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest with every breath; something you had previously not been aware of nor ever focussed truly focussed on unless it was out of the ordinary. You take a deep ragged breath yourself. You feel cold trail down your cheeks from your eyes and only truly process you’re crying when gloved fingers wipe them away. Percy whispers words of comfort; meaningless he might say but these are the words he had wished he heard when he was alone and suffering. You pull yourself closer to him until the tears subside.

There’s still a long way to go. This does not resolve the issue nor Percy’s guilt. This doesn’t make anything right or change anything. It’s the beginning of a road to a better future you carve out together. Wherever it leads, he will be at your side as long as this world allows. He’ll fight tooth to nail to have it be so. He’ll make this right. But most of all, he’ll be there for you.

#percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #vox machina x reader #critical role x reader #legend of vox machina x reader #legend of vox machina #critical role #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #vox machina #tlovm x reader #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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This has been floating around my brain like my eye floaters.

Inspired by that scene in S2 EP12 in TLOVM

Can you write something with Vax and the Reader where Vax catches the reader, who is falling throat the air, "looks like you've fallen for me (again)" reader and vax can be pining or already together.

I need winged Vax.

Well lucky for you I got something to add on to this one as well cause I love this idea 🤩

falling for you

Summary: Vax comes to grips with his feelings in the heat of the moment.