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blueseachelle · 1 year

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Hi I just saw your post!

Could I ask you do an imagine with percy or vax (or both😅) where they find their soulmate and what it is like. Smut if you like.

Thank you 😊

I can do that! I gotcha! This will not be NSFW. Some spoilers for Season 2 will be in this. I have many other requests in the web I’m creating right now. So, we’ll have an easy one today!

Percy De Rolo

You would join Vox Machina off a whim. Got caught up in a tavern brawl and got kicked out with them.

You actually hit it off with Scanlan and Grog out of the rest of the group first. Then, Pike, Vax, and Vex. Percy didn’t accept you at first. He was wary of you because of his past.

You made it your entire effort into wanting to become Percy’s friend. You slowly gained more feelings for him the more you harassed him into a friendship.

He slowly became comfortable with you. Of course, you would never know that. He loves your company. He will never admit it.

You both are on the same wave length with everything, be it his crafting or to strategy in battle. Always by each others side.

You could sense something familiar about his aura. He found the same in you.

Soon enough, he found comfort in you. Just your presence can help ease if spiraling spirit.

He would always tell himself this is nothing more than a friendship but, he always felt deep down that he was lying to himself.

You knew you loved him with all your heart so, you would always remain by his side. No matter if he got with someone else or never at all.

He wouldn’t realize you are his soulmate until the falling of Whitestone.

You were the only one that could calm down his inner turmoil and was the one to sacrifice everything you could to keep him and his friends safe.

He finally knew it for sure when he was getting taken over by the spirit his gun possessed and accidentally shot you in the side. (As we know that never happened but in this little imagine, it did).

You went down and it snapped him into reality. He ran to catch your body only to be stopped by Scanlan and Grog as Keyleth got to work after being brought back herself.

After that day, for a while, he couldn’t stand to be out of his quarter’s at the Keep. He even refused to look at himself in the mirror.

You made a swift recovery and was told by the rest of the group about what Percy has been doing, Isolating himself.

You went to his door and knocked on it.

Percy was hesitant but opened the door. Before he could do anything, you hugged him and told him that it wasn’t his fault and that he’s okay.

He was caught off guard as he hugged you back. He listened as you consoled him, telling him that it was the spirit inside that did it, not him, and that he didn’t need to worry anymore because its gone and she is okay now.

He slowly pulled you inside during the hug and closed the door. After it shut, he let out the tears he didn’t know he was holding back.

He let himself spill, telling how he felt and that he is sorry. He needed to tell you that he wants to be by your side forever.

Of course, you feeling the same told him that you will never leave and that if you can handle what just happened and can make amends, you can get through anything.

Vax’ildan

I feel like Vax is really in tune with himself.

When he first meets you in a market place, he stole your coin purse but, your keen eye saw him do it and you stole it back and his on top of it. Sending him a wink as you walked away.

He was starstruck. He at least knew that he was in love with you.

When they moved on, he hoped to revisit and see you again but, he didn’t hold to any hope because people have lives and move around too.

He long forgot about you after that because he and the group were really busy and he got caught up in other feelings for Keyleth, which didn’t end well for him so, he hasn’t thought much of you.

After the Chroma Conclave destroyed Emon, He and his friend departed to Vasselheim in search of allies.

Guess who’s there? You!

You are actually are a mercenary. You help whoever pays you, be it the Slayer’s Take or other people.

After being rejected by the clergy, the group was making there way over to the Slayer’s Take and that’s when he spotted you.

You were walking out of there as they walked up. You a large sack of gold that you finished your bounty for and was about to head out.

Before you went too far, Kashaw opened the door and called you back in, telling that the Patron needs to talk to you.

He watched as you sighed and headed back inside.

He raised and eyebrow, You’re so important that the Patron needs to speak with you directly. Interesting.

You were a mystery to him and he loved every second of it. He thought he was the most mysterious person he knew. Not by a long shot.

When they walked in, the quarrel happened until the Patron lets them down to speak with them.

You waited down there on Osysa’s throne was she dealt with each member.

When Vax was encountered, a number of things were said but, one of the most important ones was, ‘You sought love and it wasn’t found but love is a mysterious thing. Soulmates will always be drawn back to each other, no matter the distance or time it takes. Remember what has happened and reflect on this. Love will never always be right in front of you always. Follow your spirit and you will know.’

Vax knew she was talking about you. His spirit was saying it over and over was she spoke to him.

After the dust cleared and they proved themselves worth, you were introduced by Osysa herself.

Osysa knew your heart that you hid away from everyone, she knew that you would help them and not screw them over. Plus, you are preferred to handle in the affairs of God’s, given that you are a Warlock.

Vax couldn’t take his eyes off you. He repeated your name over and over in his head. His spirit seemed to scream out to be next to you.

As Osysa sent you all away, she gave you a knowing look. You two were best friends. You were always there for Osysa ever since you have been confirmed to be of a righteous heart.

The glacé she gave you made you grin and tease back, ‘I’ll tell your hubby you said hi!’

Vax immediately as you all were walking out went up next to you, ‘Hello, I’m Vax’ildan. It’s nice to actually know your name now.’

You just smirked at him, ‘Maybe ask a name before yanking there coin purse next time.’

With that, you passed him as he stood in shock for a second. He watched as your hips swayed slightly back and forth.

It took Scanlan to break him from his thoughts, ‘Someone’s gots the hots’ He semi whispered to Grog in a singsong voice. Grog laughed and covered his mouth.

Vax just rolled his eyes and continued walking.

You hit it off with Pike, Grog, and Scanlan immediately. Everyone slowly pulled there way into your conversations.

As your journey continued, Vax admired you more and more. You’re beautiful, smart, cunning, stealthy, and just a wonderful person in general. He loved it.

After you an everyone made it successfully into the tomb, Percy found the armor.

Instead of hitting Vex’ahlia, it hit you. Killing you in an instant. Vax lost it.

He ran to your corpse and held it tightly as he cried. He just got you. He will not lose you this quickly.

As everyone was trying to resurrect you, Vax had his vision and told the Raven Queen to take him instead of you.

She excepted and you came back. He was so relieved. Yet, his emotions couldn’t express it. He just went and put on the armor.

You realized something was off immediately about Vax. You didn’t know him long but, Osysa told you he was the one. You knew it too but, it’s nice to hear it from your best friend.

After being sabotaged and Vax clutching up, you sat by the fire and watched Vax. He stood and stared into space.

You walked over to him and rested your hand on his new armor.

You knew what he did because of your affairs with the Gods and Goddesses themselves.

You looked at him, ‘Can you go on a walk with me?’

He agreed and you both started walking.

‘I know what you did. You aren’s the only one that see visions and Gods.’

Vax stopped in his tracks and looked at you, ‘I did it to save you. Nothing more.’

‘You lost part of your soul when you did that. That’s why you’re cold and distant now. Don’t worry. I used to be the same. I made a pact too. My feelings came back after I met you.’

Vax felt a rush of emotions come over him. He knew that he had someone to rely on now. He knew that you shared the pain he feels right now.

He hugged you tightly like you were going to disappear again. He let the tears flow as he held you. You held him back as he sobbed. You whispered to him that everything will be okay and that you will be there until the end.

At that point he knew for a fact, you were his soulmate. Be in life or amongst the Gods.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Can you do head canons for vox machina after you have to get revived

Depending on how you died, it would’ve hurt the group all the same. Having someone out of their rag tag group meeting an unfortunate end and they’re unable to prevent it from occurring? It’s not a nice a feeling in the slightest.

So it was only natural for Vax, Vex, Percy, Keyleth, Scanlan, Pike and Grog to feel as though they were all partially to blame for your death. It’s a feeling that they would carry with them even after you’ve been revived.

Death wasn’t something one can easily walk away from after being revived and you weren’t any different. If anything the experience of dying then being brought back changed you in ways unknown to yourself until someone were to be upfront about it to you.

Keyleth and Pike would constantly be checking on you after even something as small as a minor inconvenience. Healing you almost straight away even if it was something as small as a paper cut. One of them would always be seen by your side during battles with the additions of Percy and vex acting as long range shooters for opponents Pike and Keyleth couldn’t quite reach with their depleting energy.

Vax would be watching over you like a goddamn hawk, making sure no one tried to pull a fast one over you, always having your back during fights. Vex would also go out of her way to have your back during a fight but in a more discreet manor then the reckless manor her twin would take. Going so far as to scold you whenever you did something reckless in battle or went a little too far out for her liking; But her tone of words and the look in her eyes didn’t match up.

Percy would make upgrades to your weapons or completely make you a new one from scratch when he wasn’t satisfied with the lack of efficiency from your weapon. He’d go through all the processes with you on what does what but it doesn’t really matter as much like Vax he would look out for you in battle, gunning down assailants from a distance and then deny it when confronted about it like…your the only one in the group with a fucking gun dude, I heard gunshots. So naturally I’m going to assume.

Scanlan would take a more light hearted approach in comparison to his friends. Whilst they’re all trying to provide you with protection from any and all harm, the bard would go instead provide you with some company. He’d joke and jest but you noted how his smile reached his eyes nor did his laughter sound completely genuine, Alamo as though he were distracted.

He also makes a mean sandwich so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an extra special one for you and when you’d ask for the occasion for this random act of service, he’d merely shrug it off as him doing something for a friend.

Grog would probably be protective over you in battle, always picking off the hardest ones so that you would’ve ever have to deal with it yourself. He’s your wall of protection and is more then willing to take all the physical punishment then allow you to even pertain a harmless bruise.

Over all, they would be protective over you in their own way and would gladly form a protective shield out of their own bodies strewn out in front of you if needs be. A good majority of them (Percy, Vax, Vex, etc) have lost good people that were once close to them. They’ve lost you once and there’s no way in hell would they allow that to ever happen again. Get mad at them all you like, try to push them away but they don’t care, their hearts can only take so much breakage despite what their hardened visages would like to say.

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sir-phillip-crane · 2 years

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Headcanons of how would Scanlan, Percy, and Vax react to their crush accidentally confessing to them?

darling!! i had the best time with this one!!! thank you!! so! much!!!

REBLOGS > LIKES!!!! (I'm gonna keep making this bigger til people notice -_-)

warnings: canon typical drinking in scanlan's, death in vax's. happy ending tho.

Scanlan

Gods, he adores performing in front of you. He’s always got your full attention, even if some of VM orders food and drinks or start a drinking competition. He’s always got your full attention.

He’ll spend quite some time on daily travels singing softly or spinning glorious stories for your entertainment, and you always will walk or sit besides him and smile.

He’s always glad to have you at his side to back up his grandiose, obviously fake, stories at taverns or even in front of VM – who know you’re both lying but shrug it off.

When you all end up at a tavern, you expect it to be the same sort of night. Scanlan preforms, Grog and Vax have a drinking contest, Vex tending to Kiki when she drinks too much and vomits.

You’d gladly have just watched Scanlan perform, but it’s offputting to watch him flirt with the bartender with, basically, her whole tits out.

You’ve seen it before, but something about that night got to you worse. So, like any sane member of VM, you join in the drinking contest.

You’re drunk by your third ale. Vax is drunk by his sixth. Grog doesn’t get drunk. Pike joins and is drunk by her fifth, Kiki by her first, and like Grog, Vex doesn’t get drunk.

She busies herself dragging Vax, Kiki, and Pike to bed while Scanlan tries to help you.

“You know something…?” You mumble, smiling.

“I know many things. Such as… You need to get some rest.” He helps you stand and grins at you.

“Noooo… I mean… You know…? I…?” You’re half way up the stairs to the rooms and you fall down, grinning at him.

“You need to get to your rooommmmm.”

“I loveeee youuuuu.”

He blinks. He’s pretty taken aback to be honest. Sure, he’s been crushing on you and you’re sweet on him all the time but? You share his feelings? Or are you just drunk?

“That’s the alcohol talking. Come on.”

He’ll spend the night in the room taking care of you, pondering your words and worrying about the truth. When you wake in the morning, he makes sure you don’t vomit on yourself.

He doesn’t ask you about last night. You don’t take much time before you ask “so… finally? You finally got me in bed? …Took you long enough.”

“Nah, you just got drunk off your ass. But good to know you’re as horny for me as I am for you.”

Percy

When he became interested in creating things such as his pepperbox and bad news, it was from a place of hate and vengeance.

But beyond using the weapons for that and to protect VM, his family, he doesn’t enjoy such creations.

So, he works with other stuff. He makes little clockwork contraptions which he usually presents to children that VM help. Once, specifically, he created a clockwork bird that sang for a mother and her five year old.

And, despite the fact that most of VM didn’t get how his contraptions worked, he absolutely adored showing how he made them.

To you, and the rest of VM, it was just a tangling of gears that made no sense.

With that said, you loved to watch him work. He got so into the zone, his eyes focused and bright.

He’d explain everything to you, even if it made no sense to you.

“You see, this sets off the chain reaction that ignites the spark. As long as there is nothing flammable about, there’s nothing dangerous. Not like my guns… It just looks like the little dragon is breathing fire.”

“Percy… That’s amazing. Gods, I love you.”

He doesn’t notice for a moment – he just keeps working on the little dragon and talking about how it works, the end goal, the fact that he hopes there’s a kid out there who will like it.

Then… He stops. He folds his hands. He looks up at you.

“What… Did you say?”

Whether or not you begin with an excuse or an admittance of your feelings, he doesn’t give you much time.

He puts his hand on yours and, careful not to overstep boundaries, asks “may I kiss you?”

And gods know you say yes.

Vax’ildan

Vax’ildan is used to loss. He hates it, but he is.

He lost his mother first. She died when a dragon attacked their town.

He never had his father. Fuck him.

Then he feels he lost Vex for a while; she tried to do anything to gain their father’s approval while he was glad to ignore him.

Then he had someone for a little while – Cyriel – but he lost her when he and Vex fled.

He’s used to the idea that soon enough, he’ll lose again. He’ll lose his sister, or VM, or whatever.

He never really expected they’d lose him.

Percival got possessed. Sure, he had been by Orthrax, but this was different. Worse.

Percy’s deadly in combat. VM knows that. Vax knows that. It’s why he took a bullet for you.

He collapsed, gasping for air as you knelt, calling for Pike or Keyleth for help.

The battle went on around you. More gunshots and more yelling.

Despite the blood pooling around him, Vax smiles, that dumbass has the audacity to smile. He’s dying in your arms and he smiles.

Because, hey, if he’s gonna die, he’d like for his crush to be the last thing he sees.

And you plead with him, beg him, just to hang on just a little longer, because Pike is almost here and “Vax, please, you can’t die, please. You can’t. No, Vax, please. Please! I love you!”

And that dumb bitch still smiles up at you. He’s bleeding out in your lap and he keeps smiling.

He doesn’t think Pike or Keyleth will get there in time, honestly.

He just smiles, beams, and says “I know, peach.” And he knows, he knows he’s dying and he figures he’s not coming back, so it’s “I… love you… but… shit time to admit it, hm?”

He’s barely awake now, his eyes hazy but still smiling.

A few moments later, Pike practically trips over him as she bolts closer. “Shit! Shit! Hold on, hold on!”

You sit besides them, holding Vax’s head in your arms as Pike shuts her eyes and prays again and again to the Everlight, to Sarenrae, to save one of her best friends.

VM gathers, worried and sobbing.

It’s a matter of time before he’s back, grinning up and promising VM “can’t get rid of me that easy.”

It’s a little while before you get alone time, but he takes it when he can. He grabs you, and he dips you dramatically, and he kisses you.

“Promise. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

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taste-of-the-divine · 1 year

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ꕤ | Love Languages | TLOVM Headcannon

— VOX MACHINA : TLOVM x gn!reader

✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: headcannon, 623 words little wholesome headcannon about each character’s receiving love language!

vex’halia — you would have never guessed at first, but she’s enjoys physical touch quite a lot. elbow grazes, playing with each others hair, fixing clothing— vex’halia uses whatever excuse she can to put her fingers on you. she needs that reassurance, sometimes, that you’re there. soft kisses from her usually find their way from your lips to your neck, and she loves it when you return the favor with some teeth.

keyleth — you realize quickly that she seems particularly responsive to compliments, praise, and verbal affirmations. the response is usually a deep blush over her freckled face that you love so much. she looks adorable like that, so once in a while you pull her by the shoulders into your heat and whisper “atta girl, that’s right. you make me proud,” just to see her absolutely melt into you bubbling with incoherent sounds of flustered embarrassment.

vax’ildan — like his sister, he appreciates physical touch quite a bit. he’s enjoys brief touches though, as he’s not one for long periods of hugging or hand holding. but he enjoys the little kisses you give him as you walk by, and the way your hands squeeze his shoulders when he’s anxious. he particularly loves the feeling of your nails on any part of his body, though— you’ve learned that slow scratches in the right places are enough to keep him seated or laying around you for an extended while. you like to keep him in bed with you on lazy mornings with this technique.

scanlan — scanlan really enjoys quality time, actually. he likes to take you places, on dates and things, to show you new sights or to sing a song for you. he likes hanging out with you alone as much as he likes hanging out with you with everyone else, but he thrives off your attention. his heart swells when you sing along to his songs, almost as if you know them by heart, and he’s also written you countless ballads that he sings or hums to you every time he gets.

grog — grog is also pretty big on physical touch, but he’s huge on gifts. he keeps any little trinket or gift you give him in a little pouch that hangs by his waist, hoarding them until it gets too heavy sometimes and he has to leave a few home for safekeeping. then, he spends a whole day deciding which to leave home because they’re all so precious to him because they’re from you, and he wants to keep them with him all the time. it takes a few bear hugs and reminders that you’ll always be right next to him to give him more gifts before he can relax.

pike — pike is an acts of service kind of gal— she notices and is subtly appreciative of your love. you fold her clothes and leave it at the edge of the bed once, and after saying a thank you, she walked into the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea or coffee. another time you cleaned her everlight shrine, and she was beaming for days after, boasting happily about the comfortable space and claiming that her connection with the everlight was stronger than ever.

percy — percy enjoys quality time a lot, particularly so he could still do work in his workshop. often times, you’d be in the room sitting somewhere with him in his peripheral as you read a book. besides the sounds of clinking metal as he tools with his pepper box, it’s quiet— quiet and peaceful. but he likes to be able to look up and see you there, oftentimes. your presence calms him whenever he felt the pull of orthrax.

#tlovm keyleth #tlovm vex #tlovm vax #tlovm scanlan #tlovm pike #tlovm percy #tlovm grog #tlovm x reader #tlovm imagines #tlovm x you #critical role #crit role #vox machina

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clouduru-chan · 1 year

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Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I hope it goes well, as well as the second season of The Legend of Vox machine, I decided to write something, like a modern reader going to the magical world. As an Isekai, and I decided to make a Brazilian reader, in addition to wanting to show a little bit of Brazilian culture, I want to please the Brazilian people who read what I post. And the first thing I'm going to write will be about Percy, because I'm a little bitch of that man.

Percy with a modern Brazilian reader

- First of all, let's say what you were doing before you stopped at an unknown and "magical" place;

- You were at the ice cream parlor with your friends celebrating the Brazil-Serbia game, it was the beginning of the World Cup, and everyone was excited, especially with the show that Richarlisson did in the second half of the game;

- Well, you don't like soccer very much, but when it's a World Cup year you ignore that and become extremely patriotic;

- The clothes you wore were the shirt of the Brazilian national team, the famous green and yellow, short shorts with sequins on the back pocket, and a fanny pack around your torso, and a pair of flip-flops;

- After having your ice cream with your friends, you decided to go home, but something strange happened, as you turned the corner of the street, your vision became blurred, as you closed your eyes and tried to understand what was happening to you, you realized that you were in an extremely different place;

- very different indeed, you would hit your face with the palm of your hand to see if you would wake up from it, well unfortunately it didn't work;

- And you couldn't stand still, because people were looking at you strangely, so you held tightly to the strap of your fanny pack and decided to walk around to get some answers, to try to understand where you were;

- Well, you can't have realized, Percival was looking at you, he noticed how out of place you were. Well maybe it was a feeling of sympathy, he came to you;

- He was not liking how other people were looking at you maliciously, especially because of the clothes you were wearing;

- Soon he came to you, looking at you it seemed to be some foreigner or traveler, he analyzed your clothes, they were a different fabric from what he had ever seen, besides that on your thigh had a tattoo of mountains and a being doing T-pose (being that it was the sugar loaf mountain and the statue of Christ the Redeemer), and on your shin was a tattoo of birds flying through the landscape, besides that your hair braided by each lock was very flashy too;

- When he asked you if you were lost, you grimaced slightly, as you were trying to carefully translate what he had said and try to talk to him;

- You had a little trouble telling him, you were dying of embarrassment because your English was horrible, Percy looked at you a little curious, you thought you had said something wrong, you started cursing in your original language;

"Puta que me pariu! Eu não mal sei falar português imagina inglês, mas que desgraça, pareço uma debilóide falando!"

- He became even more curious, because he had never heard an idiom like that before;

- And you were wondering why the fuck English was used in a world like that! Well, you were kind of happy about it, because you could communicate, but with your fucked up English it was going to be a little difficult;

- You are quickly put under protection by him and the rest of the group, and since Percival was a curious man, he filled you with questions;

- Well, obviously he realized that you were not from here, but when he finds out that you are not from the world of Exandria, with that he and Vox machine will help you get back;

- When you talk about the technology in your world, this man's eyes shine, when you showed him your phone that was inside your fanny pack he was amazed, he had never seen something so advanced;

- Well you quickly got along with every member of the team, they liked your playful and somewhat chaotic energy;

- When you take some random mission for money, you always stay close to Percy, because he wants you to stay close to him;

- When you go to the tavern, you are always cheerful, but when it's time to drink, you drink modernly since you are always the friend on the tour who tries to stay sober;

- And when fights break out in these places Percy pulls you to stand next to him, but he is a little surprised when you know how to turn around when you use some body-fighting techniques like Brazilian tai-jutsu or capoeira, considering that this type of fight you wanted to learn to defend yourself against an assailant or some potential pervert ;

- Well, he is impressed with your self-defense, but worried, since you were a human against magical beings, and you have no accessories or magic of any kind;

- He starts to have feelings for you, and little by little he decides to open up more to you, since you talk so much about the things in your world and about yourself, it would be kind of fair for him to talk a little about himself;

- When he tells you a little about his past, you look at him with empathy, you could see the pain in Percival's greenish blue eyes, with that you gave him the famous Brazilian hug, he felt how warm your hug was, it was very warm, he returned the hug with the same intensity;

- I think that in those moments you fill him with affection, make him feel happy, pure, make him for a brief moment forget all the horrible things he has been through;

- They are all doing their best to look for a way to get you back home;

- When the dragon was devastating the villages near the Tal'Dorei kingdom, Percy forced you not to go along with them, since he didn't want you to die;

- After defeating what was devastating the kingdom, King Uriel threw a party to celebrate the feat of Vox máquina, inviting the elite of some kingdoms or provinces, then Percy as was a Noble he had to teach good manners to the group, in your case you filled him with questions, what clothes to use, the cutlery and among other things;

- Well you did most of the hairstyles, since you were a hairdresser's helper, so you had a sense of what you were doing;

- You had to go in a long dress without any cleavage, because it wasn't supposed to be vulgar and you couldn't show your tattoos, but unfortunately it didn't cover the tattoo you had on your arm;

- In the castle everything was amazing, for a certain moment, you were close to Vex'Ildan and Percy, he will introduce you to all the nobles that were invited, and you are extremely polite and know very well how to make a friendly conversation, well some (most) Brazilians are quite fun to make a great conversation (but be careful not to fall into the trap, since you can take advantage of this situation and to deceive sometimes the unaware of the Brazilian culture);

- But when the Briarwoods arrived, Percival's expression completely closed, he stared angrily at the couple who fucked up his and Rolo's family's lives;

- When you realize that he has gone stiff because of the gothic couple, you hold his hand firmly;

- At dinner you could see Percy's anger about the Briarwoods, you had sat next to him, trying to calm him down, but when Delilah started talking about Rolo's family, Percy became enraged, and decided to deny that woman, so he left the table, and you quickly went to him, you had never seen him like that, you tried to comfort him with a tender gesture and asked the gray-haired man to vent what he was feeling;

- Well, after a disastrous night and a near death, and being a little frightened by the attitude of the gray-haired man who nearly killed an innocent man working for Briarwoods, Percival realized that it was too dangerous for you. Percival who realized that it was too dangerous for you, he did not want you to go with him to Whitestone, but with your stubbornness you went, because you knew that your friend needed something to comfort him in this very difficult moment;

- Well, on the trip you had changed your appearance, you were wearing pants of a thick fabric, a white T-shirt with sleeves that went all the way to your wrist, a pair of boots, and a belt, and on the right side of your waist you had a short sword;

- With your attitude, you have made Rolo's heart squeeze, do you think of him differently? Do you care about him? Well, he knows that you care about others and make your jokes, but with him it was a little different, he realized that he was in love with you, but then the question remains, what if you don't like the way he likes it? What if you go back to your own world?

- Well, when you were camping near a forest near your destination, Percival was leaning his head against a rock while he was fiddling with his gun, but when you approached him and argued with him for lying down like that and that it was harmful to his spine, he sat up, but soon you sat down on the ground and slapped his thighs, giving him a hint of where he should lay his head to rest, well, this man's face turns red at this, but he did what you wanted. He got a little calmer when you started running your hand over his hair and singing some music from your world, mostly Brazilian;

"Chove chuva! Chove sem parar.... Eu vou fazer uma prece. Pra Deus, Vosso senhor. Pra chuva parar... De molhar o meu divino amor. Que é muito lindo, é mais que o infinito, é puro e belo inocente como a flor...."

- Ok, he just loves to hear your voice singing, especially in his language, this song is so calm and serene, maybe he asks you the translation;

- Feelings are conflicting inside Percy, when he looks at her face his heart hammers, so he will draw courage from the depths of his being, and make a declaration of love;

- When dawn breaks and you have to return to your trip, Percy will bring you to a secluded corner;

- He was very nervous, let's face it, he's very anxious, and also he thinks it's a bad time to propose, but he wants to get this feeling off his chest;

- But before he said anything, you started talking, well, you were declaring to him the feelings you felt, he wasn't expecting it, he was the one who wanted to declare himself, but your heart was warmed by every word you said to him;

"You know Percy, I thank the universe every day that it brought us together. Eventually, you became the most important person in my life. I want to be able to share every moment of joy with you. In the moments of sadness, to be by your side, to be your greatest support. My love, my life is more beautiful because I have you by my side. You can even try to find a thousand definitions for love in the dictionary. But nothing will come close to what I feel for you, because this feeling is pure and indescribable. You know, if you were a movie, you would be my favorite, the one I watch over and over again and never get tired of. I know this statement may be a little long, but I want you to know that I love you! If it weren't for you I wouldn't even know where I was when I came into this world...".

- Okay, you broke it;

- He didn't expect such a profound statement, his eyes were full of water, he was holding himself back from crying, so he hugged you tightly;

- When you returned to the group Scalan was giving a bag of money to Vax, since the half elf had bet the gnome that you would declare yourself first;

- When you arrived in Whitestone it was nothing but chaos, the living dead all over town, people lost hope, you were getting even angrier with the Briarwoods, you wanted to get into a fight with Delilah, but that's going to be just intent;

- Well, you met Percy's sister, it wasn't the most appropriate moment, but you made a little joke about whether you were allowed to date your brother, Percival argued with you that it wasn't the time for you to do that, but he thought it was funny;

- When Percy was under Orthax's control, you calmly approached close to that man, trying to bring back the humanity of that man, Vex went by your side to control the man who was being controlled by a vengeful demon, you softly touched the gray-haired man's cheek, he was recovering some of his mentality, he had been caught by several illusions that Orthax made, the main ones were the death of his family, his sister Cassandra and mainly you;

- He in that state hurt your heart, and any suspicious attitude from him you were put behind Vex, and when Percy shot his own hand to get rid of the demon it was the most horrible thing you ever saw, in person, since you were used to watch some violent things on TV, but in person it was horrible, you ran to help Percy;

- After that moment of madness and You chiding Delilah in her native language was sensational;

" VAI SE FUDE SUA VAGABUNDA! ELE NÃO PODE TE MATAR! MAS EU TERMINAREI O SERVIÇO SUA PUTA!"

- He didn't expect you and Cassandra to finish the job and kill Delilah, You had fury in your eyes, even though the necromancer did nothing to you, you felt empathy for everyone who suffered at her hand, you carried the anger of the people and the family of Rolo and ended Briarwood, but with that attitude of yours made Cassandra like you, she approved you as Percival's girlfriend;

- But you had to end that moment with a beautiful sentence, right? You decided to translate the sentence before you spoke;

" Crying bitch God doesn't listen!"

- You said that when you were pointing to Briarwood's body;

- Congratulations, you have Cassandra's full approval now;

- When you came back to Tal'Dorei, you and Percy started dating, and he kept asking you about your world, such as technological advances, holidays, languages, politics, economics, and possibly whether there was ever any conflict, and you answer all the questions, at least you try to, but the questions that get you is about your family or foods you like to eat;

- Well, the group will try to recreate some recipes but in the Exandrian style, well some of them were easy, like the pamonha that was made from corn or dulce de leche;

- He loves your displays of affection, you like physical displays of affection a lot, Percy took a while to get used to it, but he feels very loved;

- The stolen kisses, the affectionate kisses you give Percy on the cheeks and neck make him excited, you are so affectionate with him, he wonders if where you come from people are like that when it comes to showing affection;

- He gets all flustered when you give him some affectionate nicknames in his native language;

- Examples of affectionate nicknames are: Amor/mor/ Morzão ( practically You are called love, you use this nickname to get his attention), Muso (You use that nickname to emphasize the beauty of this man), Meu Tudo (When you point out that he's everything to you), Bombom ( it's practically one of the sweets you ate the most in Brazil, the bonbon, you use this nickname to call Percy sweet), Meu Batom garoto ( This expression is funny, it can refer to the fact that your boyfriend is small and delicious like chocolate);

- And when you try to translate or explain the nicknames to him, he gets all embarrassed, and will try to call you by the same affectionate nicknames too, he will try, maybe you give him Brazilian Portuguese lessons;

Hope you like it!

#Spotify #SoundCloud #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percy de rolo x y/n #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #the legend of vox machina #tlovm s2 #tlovm keyleth #tlovm s1 #tlovm percy #tlovm x reader #tlovm x you #critical role #critical role x reader #percival de rolo #percival de rolo x reader

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nachofuck3r · 1 year

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What's seriously a crime is, that there are 0 Scanlan x any form of male reader.

The man's sexuality is questionable, make him question it more!!!

Pls I beg of thee I am in the trenches. 😭😭

#scanlan shorthalt #scanlan x reader #vox machina #tlovm fic #the legend of vox machina #The legend of vox machina fanfiction #tlovm x you #Tlovm x male!reader

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saphirered · 1 year

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//Request: Percy x reader angst (15) Teasing

You requested angst and so I went all in with our emo boi. Hope you enjoy. 😘

His heart stops in his chest. Time stands still in that very moment. He is frozen in place, unable to move, to react, to do anything. A handful of times has Percy felt felt truly powerless. In those times his soul raged with vengeance, heartache and pain of a thousand pits that could fuel the flames of hell themselves. driven by that vengeance he has right those wrongs, or at least attempted to settle the score, fair or not. Morality is only perspective and so is good and evil. This time should be no different but it is for he has changed. He has found a heart in that empty chest cavity. He has found that the defences he built up to safe guard himself from ever feeling that pain again, have been torn down, shattered and the remains turned to dust. Percy doesn’t know what to do with himself. No cry leaves his throat. Not a muscle moves. That weapon he clings on so tightly, simply refuses to direct its destruction towards the one who holds onto your limp body, when the light leaves your eyes, lips parted halfway through the final whisper of his name. He couldn’t save you. Again he is too late. Time moves once more even though he does not.

Percy still doesn’t fully recall what happened next. A fight broke out, that’s for sure. Enemies were dealt with but of course the one who’s end he would personally see to, got away, the reminder of that name still on the barrel. Every chance he had to end Ripley before would once more haunt him. The passage of time had dulled the ache but now it comes back in full. He will end the woman, even if it will be the last thing he does. Even now his mind remains settled on revenge. He can’t think clear. You’d tell him he’s being stupid to give in so easily. Where is his stubbornness now? You’d tell him he should focus. Perhaps you’d even try to lighten the mood; say he might need better glasses for his sight is clouded. The thought of your usual teasings does not bring him joy and instead that emptiness in his chest comes back. Every thought of the good you brought to his life is consumed by the darkness in his soul. The memory of your smile turns to a gaze of disappointment and he hates himself for it. You believed in him and look what he has become in a matter of minutes. Your body has not even grown cold yet and here he is, at a loss, forgotten about all the good in his life. The others tried to keep him on track but their words, scoldings and offerings fall onto deaf ears. He wallows in memories once more and holds no sights for the future save for death and vengeance.

They brought you back to Whitestone, where you now lay in stasis. Resurrection is not for you. Not in the ways he had returned, or some of the others. You’d run out of second chances; you’d told him many times. You’d told him you’re a cat on your ninth life and should you be granted a tenth that would be a miracle. While rage still simmers within his veins Percy has found himself not willing to bargain with gods for they do not hear these pleas. They would not change anything. The reach for something darker is far more tempting, and likely to succeed. Would he be alright becoming everything he vowed to kill? Would he let this world burn just to have you back at his side? Yes. Yes he would, within a heartbeat. And he would have resorted to these means if only he’d know you would forgive him for it, if you would not look at him with disgust for what he’d become. He remembers that conversation all too well. He made a promise he would now come to regret.

“Promise me, Percival. You’ll not lower yourself to the desperation of the Briarwoods if anything were to happen to me.” You’d all but begged him. He was not sure he could have made that promise in that moment and you’d seen so in his eyes.

“I will try.” Even those words were riddled with hesitation. You’d grabbed his hands in yours, forcing his attention fully to you; inescapable.

“No. Promise me you will not go to the ends of the world and beyond. If you do, I don’t know I’ll ever be able to forgive you. Be better, Percy.” What smile and mischief you’d usually carried is all but gone.

“I promise.” With pain in his heart he did. You relaxed visibly.

He never should have made that promise. Percy strokes away some dirt from your cheek. All of this is wrong. He can’t stay in here. He can’t be faced with reality. You’ve carved open the heart you gave him and are now dissecting it piece by piece as time progresses. He has to walk away. He has to get out. No matter how much it pains him to leave you, because the moment he steps through that door, it becomes real. He’s lost you. He crosses the threshold with one final look, until the door closes behind him with an echoing click.

Seeking solace in his workshop he ignores the presence of others. He ignores their words and attempts to get close. They are but ghosts to his life. Or perhaps he is the ghost in this. Nevertheless he sits tinkering, in the hopes the sounds of metal and steam will drown out his own thoughts. It works. Tireless hours he work without break until everything bleeds together. How long has it been? He has not seen the sun in a while, but he doubt it has risen again for his life feels like one of eternal night. You’d shown him the beauty in the dark, showed him the path of the blind, only to adjust to what lays in the void. No. He won’t think anymore. There’s only his work now, until he can no longer escape this all.

It’s difficult to escape when your ghost lingers in this workshop. You’d labeled some of his inventions around, gave them a ranking system from ‘bunny’ to ‘Trinket’ to ‘ancient dragon’ for their levels of danger and then another to determine ease of use from ‘Grog’ to ‘handsome gunslinger’. He’d scolded you for it, but could not deny the stroke to his ego. Among all the works in progress, finished projects, and material storage there was a little nook atop a storage cabinet table you’d gathered some pillows and blankets. They’re still crumpled and discarded pushed to the side. From there you’d sit and watch him work, or read to him, tell him to take a break and when he refused to, you’d make it worth his while, proving to be quite the distraction he’d happily indulge. He sees the empty chair next to the one he sits on, your own notes on the table, among which he spots some of the drawing you’d done at his request; schematics but never without little remarks and side notes of your own. Somehow you managed to bring a smile to his face when he worked on his endgame. You’d lift the burdens of this world, for this legacy built from death and decay and you’d pull him out of this darkness, remind him that the light of the forge is still the light even when the flames cast shadows. Percy ignores the cold and goes to work, tinkering away but his mind drifts back to you every single time.

He ignores the others when they come check on him, listening only for the opening and closing of that door when they ineffably leave and give up. Good. He doesn’t want company. He can’t face the outside world, not right now, not when he is recovering the shambles of his life.

But then that door opens again. He has half the mind to break his silence, tell whoever disturbs him now to walk off the cliffs and leave him be in no uncertain terms. He takes a deep breath, waiting to turn out the words to come but there’s no words. The cold of the workshop disappears just a bit. The heavy air becomes a little lighter as the pressure alleviates. He tries to ignore it, desperately hang onto what he’s been growing more accustomed to; this cold solitude but he can’t hide in the shadows anymore, with every second that passes. He desperately needs that solitude for he might fall apart and he doesn’t know what will become of him then. He can’t do this alone. He needs you but you are gone. He turns on his stool when the door falls closed. He sees a ghost. It must be. Percy must be facing a ghost because this simply cannot be real. Still covered in grime and dirt that couldn’t so easily be removed, hair tangled, clothes torn and covered in blood, there you stand. Time stops. everything stops. He sees you. You’re not a ghost. You see him. You step forward and look at him with sadness and pity. You take a hesitant step forward, hand stretching towards him slowly, as if you’re just as confused and unsure of this truth as he is. You are here. Why? How? These questions remain unanswered because for the first time in his life Percy couldn’t care less about the facts, or defying them.

Percy slips from his chair, a tentative step towards you follows after another until he stands in front of you, until his fingers lace with yours and hold on. You feel his cold skin agains yours; clammy and shaking. Your breath rises and falls high in your chest, as if you’re out of breath. You look the same, feel the same. Once Percy might have thought to mistrust all of this but not now, he holds onto you and that is true enough a vision to indulge into. Your eyes are wide with confusion but respond to his hold. No words leave your lips, all falls silent upon your breath. You’re breathing. You’re breathing and alive. He doesn’t know what to do or say and does not think about his next actions for they feel so natural; he places his lips on yours; a final test to prove this is real.

You don’t recall much and perhaps that is for the better. You’ve felt so cold for so long, felt so alone in the time you’ve missed and then you woke up longing for that warmth. It brought you here. Your heart stands in front of you, you feel his lips against yours and so you cling on with all you have, even when your body protests, you ignore it and linger on that what makes you feel alive. You feel your fingers laced with his, let the others remind themselves of the one you felt like you had said goodbye to forever. You feel the velvet of his coat, the linen of his shirt, the heartbeat through the materials over his chest, as it reflects your own. His heart beats as yours does. He is still alive, he still feels and thinks and lives, rather than just survives, because he has been surviving. You know you should not be here but you are and you will not change that. You will stay here, live here, and fuel the warmth of his heart, the good of it too. You will continue to bring out the best in Percy even if it is the last you’ll do because it will be worth it.

You remind each other to love, are worthy of love and so you’ll give it to each other freely, as long as that memory lives on. For eternity to come.

#percy de rolo x reader #percival x reader #Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III #percy de rolo #critical role x reader #critical role #vox machina x reader #legend of vox machina #tlovm x reader #tlovm x you #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic #critical role imagine #critical role x y/n

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draventhedemon · 1 year

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I'M MAKING A LIST OF MY FANDOMS! BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HAD IDEAS FOR LIKE 3 MONTHS!!!!

Please recommend me things...

1. Dsmp

2. Bendy and the ink machine

3. Fnaf

4. Doki doki literature club

5. Tlovm (Vax is hot)

6. Marvel

7. DC Comics

8. Yandere simulator

9. Star Wars

10. True blood

11. Game of thrones

12. Campaign 2/3 Critical role (I'm a little behind on campaign 3 so cut me some slack)

13. Breaking bad

14. Quantum leap

15. Sandman

#dream smp x reader #dream smp #dsmp x y/n #tlovm x you #tlovm x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #fnaf #fnaf fanfiction #batim #doki doki literature club

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chaos-slut · 2 years

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Stuff I do/don’t write for:

Marvel

Castlevania

The legend of vox machina

The disastrous life of saiki k

Some dc projects if they catch my interest.

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Angst

Straight comfort or straight angst

What I don’t write for:

Smut

Incest

Pedophilia

Necrophilia

Age gap

Abuse of any kind

Dni if you are:

Racist

Homophobic

Xenophobic

Anti-Semitic

Islamophobic

Transphobic

An overall narrow minded dick head.

Also stuff is going off with my other blog @gay-dorito-dust so if you wanna ask stuff send them here for the time being until it gets sorted out. Plz and thank you.

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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Could you write something with vox machina being a lil handsy (if thats within your limits if not thats okay!!) with the reader once they have to go to some fancy ball and this is the first time they ever seen them all beautiful and dressed up? Therefore getting a lot of attention from other rich party goers and getting super jealous?

Oh yeah!! Absolutely! 😍

This would fit all of them, especially Percy 🤣

It did not go unnoticed by you how tight the grip was getting. Eyes were glancing in your direction, but then that fear glossed over for a quick second. It amused you that they were protective of you but there was nothing to fret about.

“Dear, we’re honored guests here. We shouldn’t scare the rest of them away.”

Percy - even Orthax wouldn’t dare to be caught with Percy right now! Glaring thousand yard stare and a tight grip around your waist, this man dares another soul to try and flirt with you

Keyleth - you knew there was more than meets the eye with her. Someone looks too long for her liking, and they’re met with a frowning pout from the Druid

Pike - no hesitation in throwing words if someone gazes too long, along with leading you by the hand to grab more champagne

Vex’ahlia - she’s got both arms around your shoulder(s). If her piercing gaze wasn’t enough, then her equally sharp words were.

Vax’ildan - that stern gaze follows the other person as he holds your arm/hand/waist, but completely melts away if you give him a little kiss

Scanlan - elaborately insults someone (whether they were looking or not), and either grabs tightly onto your hand or leg if it’s revealing

Grog - you may not feel uncomfortable but he sure does! Pulls you close to him while challenging the said onlooker to a stare down

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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X reader request for some vax smut. So you know like how he can’t get the vestige off? Well that shouldn’t stop the reader from getting him off now should it? I was thinking maybe some hard grinding and getting him off through his new armor, and him putting that newfound uh…speed to good use.

I love this. So, I’m gonna totally make this in the woods. I don’t know a lot about the armor, Ya know, details….. Like a place to take out his-…..So anyway, please enjoy! I hope this satisfies you. If not, I’m always up for a rewrite. Not afraid to be told I didn’t fulfill your wishes. Please, let me know! Enjoy!

My Knight Trapped In Armor

Critical Role Vox Machina

Vax x Fem! Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

You have been with the group since the beginning for this long journey. Currently, collecting all the relics is your main mission. You’ve have gotten ahold of the first of the vestige and Vax had the honor of putting it on…. He was happy about it until he figured out that it will never come off.

You have been with Vax for a long while. You, Vax, and Vex were practically raised together. Ever since they ran from home you have always been there. You saved them from there first big fight. You haven’t strayed since that. You have always been there and helped them recruit the now known Vox Machina.

Vax has always had a crush on you, just didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. Vex sees you as a little sister, Vax didn’t want to make it weird. He didn’t take the leap of faith until after the falling out at Whitestone to tell you how he felt, of course, with the encouragement of his sister. You returned the feelings and been with him ever since. So, onto the story.

The crew decided to make camp for the night. They found a nice clearing right before night fall so, everything was set up and ready to go before dusk. Everyone sat around the camp fire having normal conversation. Vax sat close to you. His new armor poking you every now and then but, you ignore it because you like the contact with him. Of course, you knew he could never take this off because his deal with the Raven Queen. You don’t even think that he knows how much he can… take of without something happening or being *gulps* cut of. Magic armor is dangerous.

In the middle of a small exchange with Scanlan, you felt Vax’s hand rest on your thigh. You gave him a side eye and he responded with a slight motion with his head. He wanted to go for a walk before it was too dark. You knew his queues by now. So, being the cunning girl you are, you got Grog into the conversation which accidentally (on purpose) made an argument between them about something dumb that somehow everyone else ended up in. As soon as the heat was off of you, Vax took your hand and walked of in the direction he suggested with his head.

You walked for a good 10 minutes before Vax finally stopped in his tracks.

“There. I think we are far enough, Darling.”

He turned to face you finally. He leaned down and gave you a kiss. You just giggled and kissed back,

“I think I know why you brought us out here. It’s been a little while, huh?”

He pulled away slight to lock eyes with you. You could see the lust and love for you run through his head.

“Of course it has. Everything is been chaotic as hell and you have been so badass recently. Finally, I can deal with this pent up heat you cause me. Darling, I would love to have you if you’d let me.”

He brought your hand to his face and kisses it. You giggled once again.

“Of course, My Love. I would love to have you.”

Vax gave you a toothy grin. He pulled you a little farther to the nearest tree and took a seat against it you. You took the queue and sat in his lap. You kissed him. Your hands locking themselves in his dark hair. He kisses back and set his hands on your hips. The kiss continued to deepen. He snaked his tongue into your mouth.

One of his hands reached up and made it’s way into your hair. The kiss finally parted. He used the interlocked hand in your hair to pull your head slightly back. He leaned forward and bit onto your neck. He proceeded to bit and suck on the supple skin. You let out a small moan. You felt the smirk against your neck as he continued down.

When he got to you collarbone, he released your hair. In return, you gripped his and pulled slightly. He growled out,

“Hey, are you gonna be nice or do I have to get mean?”

You gulped,

“N-no, Vax, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He reached down and grabbed at the hem of you shirt. Your armor has be taken off since the campsite. You knew it would be safe there so, you’ve been without it. You pulled up you shirt over your head and set it on the ground next to you. Your chest was now in full display to him. (With the armor your wear, it naturally cups your breast so, no need for a bra.)

“What a good fucking girl.”

You just let out a small squeak at the statement. The squeak turned into a moan as Vax took a nipple into his mouth. With the help of one of his hands, he played with your breast, switching between them. He nipped, sucked, and pinched at your nipples. All you could do is grip his hair and push your chest into his mouth. You, caught up in the pleasure, subconsciously started grind onto him. He could feel the friction through his armor. He kept his lips around one of your nipples as his hands left to join on your hips.

He pulled you down onto him. The pleasure increased for both of you. He could feel you through his armor, every little movement and pulse your pussy did. The friction of the engravings on the armor hit every friction need that you usually would have. Vax’s lips came off your nipple with a wet pop. Your nipples were now red and starting to swell slightly from the abuse that endured.

Vax removed his hands to reach down to his pants, he felt for and opening, anything that he could use get his cock out. He could only sit there for a second and watch his beautiful girlfriend drunkenly grind on him. Screw it, he wasn’t about to stop her to look for a opening. He’ll look for next time. Right now, he is going to get the both of you off. He grabbed you by the hips and started to grind up into her.

You closed you eyes in pleasure and arched you back. Your gripped his hair tighter and let out a moan of his name. He grunted in response and speed up. He could feel it. She’s getting close, well, he was too. He leaned up and kissed her desperately. You moaned into the kiss and turned it into a sloppy wet kiss. He felt like he needed to step the grinding. He moved a hand to caress the back of her head as he leaned forward to lay her on the grass. The kiss continued as he grinned harder and faster into her. The Vestige he wore increased his speed significantly.

You let out a loud moan of his name. He swallowed the moan. You broke the kiss reluctantly. Vax moved instantly to bite your neck. The coil in your stomach tightened,

“V-vax. I’m close. So so close.”

She desperately clawed at his back, which, of course, was armored. He growled. You knew that he was too. You arched your back off the ground. He quickly moved his arms under you. He quickly attached to one of your swollen nipples. That was all you needed.

“V-Vax-“

You didn’t even finish your statement because the tightened coil snapped. Vax felt how you froze and the pulsation against the armor. He ground down a couple more time before finishing himself, in his armor. And you, your panties and shorts you wore. You both caught your breath as you held each other.

“I love you so much, Baby.”

“I love you so much, My Love.”

After a couple minutes, Vax sat up first and grabbed your shirt. You thanked him and put it on.

“At least it’s dark, no one is gonna see my shorts. I’ll clean them tomorrow when the sun is up again.”

Vax chuckled and helped his Beloved up off the now wet ground,

“Yeah, but, the next question is, I can’t take this off… How the hell are we gonna clean my pants?”

You just giggled,

“We’ll figure it out, My Knight Trapped In Armor.”

Vax just grinned and kissed up before walking back in the direction of camp. You used your abilities to illuminate the surrounding area since the sun already set. You loved this man to death. You know that you would figure out something to make this easier for the both of you to get used to but…. what just happened… Wasn’t half bad.

I hope you have enjoyed this read! If you have anymore requests, I have an request post available. With that, see ya next post!

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Fuck dude, I relate to the deadweight reader sm. Pls tag me when pt 8 is out

Here we are at last! The first part to the two parter finale! Thank you for supporting this series that came from a silly little idea and thank you all for seeing it get this far!

Again the stupid fucking ‘readmore’ isn’t going to be added as I don’t want half of the fic to be erased for no reason. Be it’s the new updates fault. 🤷‍♀️

“Where are we?” Keyleth asked, feeling a tad disheartened by the dead flowerbeds, dry grass the crunched like bones under foot and the decaying trees and polluted swamp that stretched out before them. “Shademurk Bog.” Their horned travel guide informed before pointing at the tree that sat at the heart of the bog. “And your friend is trapped inside there with Saurdon.” He adds.

“How are we meant to get inside? Blow it up?” Vex asked, hands on her hips and her brow cocked upwards. “That’s the idea.” The horned male says as though it’s obvious enough, “it’s an tree after all, a dead one, but a tree none the less.” The group shared looks between each other before arming themselves as they delved across the black goo swamp whisky also making sure to keep a clear mind as to not submit to Saurdon’s temptations. They were here for one reason and one reason that ever truly mattered to them; vestige or no vestige, you’ve became the treasure that they horde.

Now that someone has taken that treasure and they weren’t happy. They were furious. “Don’t worry y/n.” Vax said the closer they got to the tree that supposedly has you trapped. “We’re coming, just hang on tight.”

‘Lost, ostracised, alienated, overshadowed by your peers.’ Suardon listed off as he crept towards your still standing figure, your blacked out eyes stuck themselves to him and every action he did and yet you couldn’t find the power within to reach for your weapon and tear this twat a new arsehole. You were stun locked. Your free will to do anything was taken away, forcing you into obeisance.

‘You desire companionship that won’t treat you like a second thought or someone who is only there to be used and then quickly discarded until your services were called upon again, like a servant. You want to be treated more then just deadweight.’ He continues, stepping into your personal space now as his decrepit hand cusps your jaw as though he were handling porcelain.

‘You’re lonely y/n.” he utters in a hushed whispered as his face draw nearer and nearer to the point you could feel his breath brush against your skin, which made you feel more then repulsed then you were when you couldn’t do shit to stop this weirdo from touching your jaw. ‘I can fix that…for a price.’ Saurdon drawled, stepping just another step closer to you as you internally groaned. ‘If only you give me your heart.’

“Don’t listen to him sweetheart!” Vex’s voice cried from below, catching yours and Saurdon’s attention. “His words are void, empty promises that of which hide his true intentions!” Percy adds on.“We’re sorry! We’re so fixing sorry y/n. For everything!” Keyleth cries when she saw that the black in your eyes hadn’t disappeared after hearing Percy and Vex. “For the way we’ve ignored you, disregarded you, shunned you, distanced ourselves from you, all of that and so much more!”

Vax stepped in next to her when he saw that she was becoming too emotional to carry on her speech and seeing as he was the one to remain by your side since the tomb, he could only hope that his voice could reach you. He couldn’t loose you, not this time. Not here. “We know better now then to act as though we’ve never wronged you, that’s unfair for you and the shit we’ve put you through!” He exclaims, “we promise to do better by you because in all honesty, we’re jealous of you y/n. Vox machina would be nothing without you, we would be nothing without you! Yes we were dickheads for not talking to you about this but please…come home.”

The black in your eyes disappeared and you were quick to draw your weapon and turn on Saurdon, who was furious that his plan was ruined and used his power to send you over the edge and into solid ground, knocking your weapon from your hand as he began attacking your friends. “Fucker needs to takes rejection in a more healthier manner good god.” You groaned as you got back up to your feet, picking up your weapon as Vax came to your aid, tossing your arm over his shoulder. “Forgive us yet?” He asked.

“Not the time nor the place to ask but since your dying to know,” you told him as you set your sights on Saurdon’s back, “the jury is still out.” You concluded as you brought yourself back into the heat of battle with a fire under your arse when you saw that Percy was being overwhelmed by Suardon’s plants. Slicing and dicing through them with ease as you watched them fall pathetically.

“Thanks.” Percy said.

“No problem. Also, tree fucker has the vestige.” You replied with a smile before leaving him with that information to aid Keyleth and Vex who were more then happy to see you. “Y/n!” Keyleth shouted, setting some of Suardon’s offence aflame. “Keyleth.” You greeted, “where’s Vex?” “Fighting Saurdon.” She informed you, pointing in the way she last saw vex. You patted her on the shoulder and were about to leave to help aid Vex when the Druid stopped you. “Be careful.” She warned. “Aren’t I always?” You replied before slipping off.

By the time you caught up with Vex and Saurdon, things were looking bleak. Vex lost her bow and was hanging over the edge with Saurdon towering over her, aiming the vestige at her, reading himself in taking the killing blow. “Hey tree dick!” You shouted, catching his attention as he hissed in anger. “Step the fuck away from my friend.” Utilising the enhanced speed gifted to you by the armour, you sent yourself and Saurdon over the edge and to the ground below; allowing Vex to pull herself up over the edge. “Y/n!” She cried, “catch!” Vex then threw down the golden arrowhead Percy made her and you only looked up at her incredulously.

“The fuck am I supposed to do with this?!” You asked her and she face palmed before gesturing to Saurdon who was slowing getting back up to his feet, “stab him you dumbass! Stab him in the heart!” You quickly dashed to Saurdon, knocking back flat on his arse again, wrestling him into submission as you lifted the golden arrow head overhead and brought it down into his heart; killing him and earning your party another vestige which you the quickly gave to Vex.

You all emerged from the tree only to find a golden portal awaiting you. “This must be our ticket home.” You said and with no argument to be heard from the rest of the party, you all left the fey realm united.

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16. “Everybody makes mistakes.” with Scanlan, Percy, and Vax please?

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It was a mistake. You’ve made some throughout your life, sure, but nothing with as much guilt and terror as this one. Vox Machina had been hired to rescue some missing kids, and none of you could say no. It ended up a much worse battle than any of you had expected, and one of your attacks went astray and hit Keyleth in the middle of her chest, the druid staring at you in pain for a moment before collapsing.

Per usual, things had ended up… fine. Pike had easily revived Keyleth and she knew it had been a mistake and she held nothing against you. The children were returned to their families and VM made themselves at home at an inn in town. You had asked Vex for your own room, and since the family of one of the kids was letting you stay for free, she granted it. You were invited to go drinking, of course, but after that day, that mission, you just couldn’t bring yourself to look any of VM in their eyes.

Scanlan

He had preformed a few songs at the tavern, of course about the wonders that VM had pulled during their travels. Surprisingly, he had stayed away from too many sex jokes since some kids managed to sneak in, but he entertained them by sitting and telling them stories about some of the inter-party idiocy that happened on a regular basis (like his ongoing game with Vax and Grog of ball tag).

And he got to a great part, a part that he’d absolutely call you over to elaborate on. But you weren’t around.

He dismissed himself soon enough, returning to the inn with two flagons of ale and coming up to your room. He didn’t knock, simply leaned against the door and greeted you with a “🎵 Hey there, darling~🎵 ”I’m not going away until you let me innnnn~🎵”

You knew him well enough to know it was useless to try and get him to leave, so you opened the door and let him in.

He handed you one of the ales, sitting crosslegged on the bed and greeting, “you never pass up a chance to hang out with us weirdos, you doin’ alright?”

He let you explain as little or as much as you wanted, sipping at his ale as he listened.

After a minute of thinking, he took his lute and strum a few chords. “Would you rather I try to cheer you up? Keep you company? Or just leave you to drink ale in peace?”

Keeping you company sounded the best

He had taken that as an invitation to lay down and make himself comfortable in your bed, waiting with a raised eyebrow. “Coming to bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.

You sat besides him, not quite ready to lay down yet.

He sat up, arms roping around your waist and chin on your shoulder. “You can’t feel bad, y/n. It was a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes – god knows I’ve made plenty. Heck, last week, I hit Vax so hard in the nuts he was bed bound for a day!”

You absolutely remembered that, laughing as you leaned against him.

“Come on,” he tugged on you, “you’ll feel better after some well deserved rest, hm?”

You still, admittedly, weren’t sure.

“Come onnnnnn… y/n, I’m way too hot to be sleeping alone. Come on. Come on. Come-”

You finally relented and let him tug you to lay down.

He spent the next few minutes coaxing you to sleep with soft humming and melodic mumblings.

Needless to say, one of the best rests you had in a while.

Percival von keysmash

Percy took any chance to turn down drinking – he would much rather enjoy a nice wine and looking out over town lights from a balcony than the yelling and fighting and drinking.

Pike had double checked if he wanted to come and made an offhanded comment that you were the only other one staying home from drinking.

Percy found that odd. Sure, maybe you didn’t enjoy drinking as much as, say, Grog, but you still weren’t one to turn down shenanigans with the gang.

He was rather attuned to guilt. He had misfired enough to have hurt himself or his friends some times, and he was used to the feelings afterwards.

So, he knew how to try and take care of those feelings. He went into town and bought some gourmet tea and sugary foods, then came back.

He knocked a few times on your door, assuming you didn’t know it was him and greeting you with “it’s just Percy; I brought you some pastries and tea.”

You let him in and he offered you the snacks and tea, although the drinks were closer to room temperature now.

It was unlike him to try and ignore the issues at hand, so he got right to it.

“Y/n, it is not your fault… I understand that you feel bad about it, but everybody makes mistakes.”

He sat on the edge of your bed, sipping on his own drink.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about it. Keyleth is alright. The children are as well.”

He set the tea down and unlaced his boots, sitting closer to you and reaching out to grab your hand. “You cannot define yourself by your mistakes. That is something that I’ve learned; if our friends did so, they wouldn’t be themselves. We are not the errors we made. We are everything else.”

You invited him to lay down, and after taking off his copious amount of layers, he did.

He’d mumble some sweet words to you and rub your back until you had fallen asleep, at which point he’d also close his eyes and pass out.

Vax’ildan

Vax absolutely went drinking. He challenged Grog to a drinking contest and got dragged back to the inn by Pike and Vex after he almost passed out.

This specific job had really fucked him up. Those kids had thought their parents left them willingly, abandoned them, and Vax was a bit too familiar with that feeling.

His mother hadn’t, but his father hated him, and he hated his father back. Then seeing those kids have joyful reunions with both parents. Both. That cared about them. That loved them.

Vex had gotten him in bed before going to make sure all of VM made it home safe, and he absolutely took the time to get up.

He’s not as drunk as Vex thought, just a little bit tipsy. He’s absolutely sober enough to come to your room and knock, slurring “hey there, dove…”

Despite your state, you had to admit; it was fun to see him tipsy. The usually suave and borderline silent rouge stumbled in, smiling over at you brightly.

“I’m jus’ a bit worried ‘bout you.” He took the first opportunity he had to lean against you and hold your hands. “Fight was… bad.”

It was easy to get him to sit down as he fret over you, even more snuggly and affectionate in his slightly drunk state.

His arms were around your waist and his face in your neck, rocking back and forth.

“It… isn’t your fault, love. Truly, it isn’t. Everybody makes mistakes; it’s a part of being alive.”

He pulled Simon off and let him coil up his arm.

“I talk to Simon if I’m upset and don’t want to tell Vex. Do you want to?”

If you did, he’d leave the room until you were done venting to the snake. If not, he’d drape his cloak around you and lay down, Simon still around his arm.

He would tug at your arms and waist until you laid down with him. He was used to snuggles from most of VM, but there was something much different about this one.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the smell of your clothes.

Didn’t matter. He buried his face in your neck and was out cold in no time.

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