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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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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Could you do hcs wit vax and percy where their baby is known to sneak out their crib or suddenly climb onto stuff?

This would give them half a heart attack it’s kinda funny 😆 😂

Vax’ildan

Honestly, he’s quite impressed!

They’ve learned this fast?? And knew where to look for him and y/n?? Just lets them sleep in the bed if they’re already there

If the Tiny One is up beforehand, and they’re in the kitchen he’s nearby (just in case), but still protective so as they don’t hurt themselves

But, there was one time Little One took his cloak and just slid down the stairs on it so now Vax is like “ok you’re staying near me for now….and this needs to be put away”

Percy de Rolo

Is surprised when he sees Little One in the bed the next morning

He didn’t hear them coming in??

If the baby just free wills it climbing stuff, he’s in Protecc Dad mode. Always keeping his eyes on them and right there if they’re falling off something or about to

Starts re-thinking a lot of stuff. “We need to baby proof this place…. 😳”

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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.

#vox machina #d&d 5e #x reader #dungeons and dragons #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo #critical role #dragons #vax’ildan #vax x reader #tlovm vax smut #vaxildan #vax’ildan x reader #tlovm vax #tlovm x you

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nowyoursoulisforfeit · 11 months

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Percival most likely learned how to dance for his parents’ parties, balls, and whatnot, so then cue him teaching Vax how to dance and all the touches and blushing that comes with that.

Then after a long journey, they’ve come home and are together in a tavern, most of them just tipsy enough to be relaxed as Scanlan plays something on his lute, Vax’ildan goes and pulls Percy out of his seat so they can dance together.

#you best bet that vax dips percy to kiss him and percy is a blushy mess the whole time #critical role #critical role tlovm #percy de rolo #percival critical role #percival de rolo #the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #vax’ildan #vax vox machina #percy x vax #perc’ildan #critical role headcanons #scanlan shorthalt #critical role percy #critical role vax #percy critical role #vax'ildan

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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Critical role x reader Masterlist

Percy x reader “I think I love you” & “I’m not going anywhere”

Vax’ildan x reader “Can I borrow your sweater? It smells like you”

Vax’ildan x reader “You are not leaving, are you?” (angst with happy ending)

Percy x reader “Don’t do that to yourself” & “Stop pushing everyone away” & “I’m not going anywhere”

Vax’ildan x reader “You are very endearing when you’re half asleep”

#percy x reader #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #vax x reader #vax'ildan x reader #Vax’ildan #vax x you #critical role x reader #critical role x y/n #vox machina x reader #feyre-darling92 #feyre darling92 #answered asks #my writing #my fic #fanfic

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cillivnz · 8 months

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sex n’ romance with vox machina

[HEADCANNONS]

PAIRINGS — VOX MACHINA [𝘷𝘢𝘹, 𝘷𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯] x F!READER

WARNINGS — NSFW, eighteen+ SMUT. penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, anal-play, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, clit-play, breast/nipple play.

Vax’ildan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : you. a generous lover and a grateful receiver; he could relish in the taste of your drooling pussy for hours, if not days, and also savour the feel of your hot mouth on his shaft, the feel of your pretty throat squeezing around his long cock.

𝒉𝒆’𝒔 : an adrenaline junkie, loves fucking you outdoors. he’d totally wake you up in the middle of the night to slowly sneak away from where the gang is camping, to a far away tree, making you grip the trunk while he is pummelling your cunt. he’d lean against the tree, grunting and whimpering when you’d take him in your mouth. he’s also have you place one leg on his shoulder— using the tree as support— while he angles himself deeper inside you.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the sounds you make, the pleasurable look on your face, the way you clench around his length, the way you’re his. despite the dozens of men ogling at you wherever vox machina goes, at the end of the day, you choose him; over everybody else. vax’ildan loves you.

Vex’ahlia

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 : those bittersweet moments the two of you share. before a disaster is waiting to unravel, you hold each other in your arms, kiss like there’s literally no tomorrow. the feel of your soft skin against hers when you sleep, bare.

𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 : losing her mind around you. she thanks all gods and stars that she’s met her soulmate who’s excruciatingly good in bed. vex has a high sex drive but likes to keep things under control, or at least she pretended to, until you showed up and now all she wants to feel is your body on hers. loses her sanity every time you nibble on her clit or leave hickeys on the underside of her breasts.

𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 : the freedom that comes along with you. the respect you give her is refreshing, and she’s never been loved by anyone like you. neither has she loved anyone like you, the proof of which is delivered every night when she’s got her head trapped between your thighs, lapping away at your stream of juices like the hardworking woman she is. when you return the favour by sucking harshly on her clit, which is when her dominatrix visage starts to crumble.

Percival

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : sinful nights, lustful days. aftercare with you, when he gets to fuck his cum back into you (though that’s his harsher, hornier, possessed side). taking care of your love-bites (they look like an act of savagery, but honestly this man IS feral for you).

𝒉𝒆 : can’t display his affection for you, publicly; his noble status doesn’t permit ‘romeo’ behaviour. — is suffering because of his pride, because the minute he is left alone with you, he pounces onto you like you’re his prey and relishes in you the same way (that rhymed) (i was a poet and i did know it). just fucks you hard and rough on most days because my manz can’t catch a break from the end of the world, and is so worked up (poor babes), but when he makes love to you? fuck. rouge tints his pale face, blushing like there’s no tomorrow, because his crush (you, bunny) is riding his dick, while your naked breasts bounce next to his face.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the night time; it’s his favourite hour of the day, because he finally gets to do the things he’s been craving to do to you, all fucking day. watching you writhe in overstimulation when you can’t take the feel of his hot tongue teasing your engorged clit while his long, rough fingers fuck knuckle-deep into you.

Scanlan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : no, no no. he 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺 in you. his sex drive is infamous, and you live to hold the rumours true. the taste of your pussy after a day’s work, lapping away at the creamy sweetness that he coaxes out of you is his favourite past time when he’s not drinking away. even if he was (drinking away), he’d pair you up with his favourite beer and die a happy man.

𝒉𝒆 : does not let you catch a break. would totally spill his drink onto your chest, watch the amber beads of cheap beer dribble down your ample chest, your cleavage just begging him to shove his face in and lick the drink away. is so, so good with aftercare. knows he pushes you past your limits, so it’s his love for you that brings out this gentleman-ly side.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐��𝒆𝒔 : shoving that tongue into you, leaving you a sloppy mess. you’d grimace at the way your juices drip down to your asshole, but scanlan? he’d smirk in a flushed state, rubbing your unused hole solely to tease you. fingering both your holes — two in the pussy, one in the ass (knuckle-deep, obviously). sucking your nipples to soreness.

A/N — thank you so much for reading, sweets. this is my first time writing headcannons so it’s not conventional.

let me know if you’d like me to do this again or/and write for the remaining members [KEYLETH, GROG, PIKE] of vox machina!

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

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fandom-imagines-stories · 5 months

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Far From Me

Vax’ildan x Reader

Words: 2576

Part One

Summary: Vox Machina tries desperately to bring a fallen member back from the other side. Vax’s true feelings are shown in his desperation.

Notes: I’m embarrassed by how long it has taken me to write this. (I’ve been working on these two imagines since season one came out guys) But here it is. Now, I don’t know every step so I kind of made the ritual to fit the story itself. It’s my version of the ressurection ritual. Don’t come after me please haha.

“Pike!”

The wounded cry rang through the dark. Vox Machina all tensed at the sound.

Vex’s head whipped around, her eyes peering carefully into the dark.

“Pike. Someone! Help me!” It called again.

Vex’s stomach dropped. She turned to the others. “It’s Vax.”

She sprinted into the dark, holding her torch out ahead of her. Her eyes scanned every surface in a panic. So focused and frightened, she nearly ran straight into him. At first, her eyes only saw his face and she nearly cried out. Blood smeared across his cheek and his eyes were filled with a deep despair.

It took only a moment to realize that the blood was not his.

In Vax’s arms was Y/N’s limp form.

Vex’s gaze darted between the two.

Y/N’s pale face. Vax’s shirt, soaked with red.

“Where’s Pike?” He croaked. His voice was raw and broken from sobs.

“She’s…” She motioned to the hall behind her where the rest ran to join them. “Vax, what happened?”

“We have to save her. We have to… I can’t… she’s not gone,” he rambled. His eyes found the light-haired gnome and he rushed to her, falling to his knees and presenting her with the body in his embrace. “Do something. Please. This isn’t right. She wasn’t meant to…”

More, less coherent pleas fall from his trembling lips. The rest of the team stood over them with similar expressions of shock and distress.

Pike, speechless, tried to assess the extent of Y/N’s injuries.

“Vax, she’s-” She gasped tearfully.

“No!” He screamed. “No. We have to do something. I do not accept this. I won’t.”

The cleric saw the desperation in his eyes and knew the truth behind it. She nodded.

“Not here,” she said. “We have to get her somewhere else.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Scanlan chimed. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

They took off again, Vax still cradling Y/N against him. He didn’t stop when a new set of guards began to chase them. He was too frantic to be furious with vengeance.

Percy and Vex, however, skidded to a halt.

“We’ll hold them off,” Percy said. He loaded his weapon with a menacing click. “We’re right behind you.”

“Besides,” Vex looked at the woman in her brother’s arms. She and Y/N may not have gotten along at first, but she’d grown to love the sorceress like a sister. Especially since she’d seen Vax’s feelings for Y/N from the beginning. Nobody was going to get away with taking that away. She aimed her arrow at the first guard. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

They’re only refuge was a deserted shop several blocks from the armory they’d fled. Vax didn’t remember getting here. He didn’t remember running or kicking down the door rather than picking the lock. He didn’t remember his sister and Percy finding them in the chaos. Every thought was consumed by the woman in his arms.

“That’s a lot of blood,” Grog said. His usual aggression was replaced with genuine worry for his friend as he recognized the grim expressions on the others' faces. “But you can fix it, right Pikey?”

Her blue eyes widened. “I-I-”

“Y/N is going to be fine,” Vax finished, clearing off a table and laying Y/N down. He didn’t look at the healer or anyone else. His eyes stayed glued to the pale, cold face before him. Vax found a cloth and wiped the blood from her cheek.

The group around him remained frozen.

“Somebody do something!” He screamed.

Pike let out a nervous breath.

Scanlan put a hand on her shoulder. “You can do this.”

The reassurance pulled her back into the moment. She stood up straighter, took a breath, and shoved Scanlan and Keyleth out of her way. The cleric pulled a diamond from her pouch and laid it on Y/N’s unmoving chest.

“We need to do this quickly and we need to do it now,” she barked.

As the rest of the group scrambled to set up the ritual by Pike’s instruction, Vex approached her brother, gently laying a hand on his arm. He instinctively pulled away, leaning over the body before him.

“We will get her back, brother,” Vex said softly.

A tear fell into Y/N’s Y/H/C hair. Vax brushed a strand out of her face.

“I didn’t tell her,” he whispered. “I-I didn’t tell her. I wanted to, but I was too late.” Finally, he looked up. Tear-filled eyes met his sister’s and he spoke through a broken sob. “I have to get her back so I can tell her.”

“And you will.” Her voice held the assuredness he wished he could muster.

With slow, guiding hands, she pulled him away from the table enough to give the cleric the space she needed.

“Pike,” Vex nodded. “Do your thing.”

The chaotic panic of the room fell into a deep, concentrated silence. The air tightened until Vax couldn’t breathe.

“We have to call her spirit back to her body,” Pike said, hands splayed out over the diamond, which had developed a soft, golden glow. The light was small like a candle wick first taking flame.

“And that will work?” Percy asked.

Pike took a breath. “If she wants to come back, we have a chance.”

“What do you mean, ‘if’?” Scanlan looked over her shoulder only to be shoved out of the way. He shuddered. Grog was right. That was a lot of blood.

Pike didn’t answer.

Scanlan asked again, almost shouting. “What do you mean, ‘if’ she wants to come back?”

“Her family,” Keyleth whispered. Her staff trembled in her hands. “She told me about her family. Her parents. They were killed in front of her as a child. Maybe she…” The kind-hearted druid couldn’t bring herself to finish.

“Maybe she wants to stay with them,” Pike concluded.

Vax’s mind went back to that night, the shooting star and Y/N’s drunken voice filled with a disheartened kind of sorrow. He thought of other nights, of other talks once she had opened up to the group. He knew how much she missed them. How she longed to see them once more.

“But we’re her family!” Scanlan exclaimed. His distress seeped into his voice, almost making it crack. “She can’t go. She has to come back.” He leaned over Y/N’s body, fists clenched on the table beside her. “Do you hear me? You have to come back.”

“I’m trying to reach her,” Pike said.

Scanlan took out his lute.

The gnome's fingers strummed the strings, not in his usual flamboyant fashion, but in a slow, swelling tune. He had no words, but he didn’t need them. The notes spoke for themselves. Sorrowful was not the right word for the moving melody, but there was a tone of despair floating beneath the waves. But upon every crest sang the main point of the piece. Hope.

In the final moments of the song, Scanlan crouched by Y/N’s ear and whispered something no one else could hear.

“You reminded me that I’m a good person,” he said. A single tear fell down his cheek. “I need you to keep reminding me or I won’t believe it. Please, come back.”

With a final flourish of notes, his playing ceased and the room was silent once again.

Vax was still frozen, his sister’s arm around his shoulders. He wanted to speak, to scream, to plead with the gods not to take you from him, but his voice was lost in a sea of panic swimming through his mind and drowning his chest.

Please, he thought. Please work.

“I-I can feel her,” Pike said, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed. “But I can’t reach her. I need more help.”

To Vax’s surprise, it was his sister who stepped forward when he was still unable to find his words. He tried. He desperately, desperately tried but all he could do was stare at the cold, limp body before him. Using what strength he could, he followed Vex on his knees to grab Y/N’s hand. His forehead rested beside it as Vex spoke.

“You were never one of us,” she said. “You were the stray we picked up along the way. You were never meant to last for more than a week.”

Vax lifted his head. “Vex what are you-”

She stopped him with a glance. Tears pooled in her eyes and her lip trembled as she continued.

“That is what I believed when we first met. When I first understood your feelings for my brother, even before you did. I thought you were going to leave and I resented you for it. I resented you for the possibility that you would hurt him.” She stood at the foot of the table and took a breath. “But I know that I was wrong.”

Vex walked around so that she was across from her brother, taking Y/N’s cold, unmoving hand into her own.

“How many times have you saved my life with these hands? With your power?” She forced back a cry. “With your heart?”

She remembered every conversation over the fire, while everyone else was asleep. She remembered how Y/N had stood up to her and Vax’s father. She remembered Y/N’s encouraging words and kindness after months of Vex’s hostility.

“If you lock your heart away from the people you care about, you lock it away from yourself.” Y/N had said one night. Vex remembered wanting to hit her because she was right. “You deserve to let your heart be in the light, Vex’ahlia.”

Vex continued. “Scanlan was right. You are part of this family. And you know how much I hate agreeing with that gnome.” She laughed through her tears. “Your journey with us is not over. Please, bring your heart to the light again.”

The diamond’s rays flickered brightly, but only for a moment, and started to fade again.

“No, no please,” Vex cried.

Pike grimaced, reaching out her hand. “I’m losing her!”

The twin’s eyes met with panic and growing despair.

“It’s you,” Vex said. “It has to be you.”

“I… I can’t,” Vax clung to the side of the table, fear shaking through his arms. The fading glow felt like daggers in his chest. The lump in his throat made it difficult to talk. His mind was clouded.

“It has to be you,” his sister repeated.

The light flickered out.

For a moment, everything stopped. Time, feeling, thought. It all halted. It felt as though his heart, too, had stopped beating.

Vax jumped onto the table, pulling Y/N into his arms just as he’d held her in that room.

“No no no no no,” he didn’t have the energy to scream at first, his words coming out as breathy prayers. But, holding her closer to his chest, he finally found his voice. “Y/N! Don’t do this, please. You have to come back. You have to hear me say it.”

It was like he was back there again, watching the light fade from her eyes, trapped in the dark. Alone.

“I meant it.” Vax held her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you. I have loved you since that night when I took your hand. I have loved you in every step we’ve taken together, but now the path you walk is far from me. Please.” Vax pressed his lips to hers. If he could have given her the life from his lungs, he would have. “Return to me, love. Come back.” He kisses her again. “Come back.”

A growing, bright beam overtook his vision.

The diamond glowed once more.

Pike let out a battle-like cry. Her blue eyes disappear beneath screens of light. The rays engulfed her body.

Y/N lifted out of Vax’s arms. For a moment, he reached out, afraid to let go, but his sister’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

Bright, gold beams blinded the room.

Percy lifted his arms to shield his eyes. Keyleth hid her face in Grog’s shoulder. Scanlan ducked beneath the table. The twins turned toward each other.

Darkness returned, Pike gasping for breath, leaning on Scanlan for support.

Y/N fell back into Vax’s arms, limp and cold.

“Did it work?” Keyleth asked.

Y/N remained still.

The room was silent again.

Pike closed her eyes, letting Scanlan pull her into his arms as he tried to hide his tears. Keyleth covered her mouth with her hand. Percy looked at the ground. Grog didn’t understand.

Why wasn’t she waking up?

“Brother…” Vex said softly.

A desperate, gut-wrench sob escaped Vax’s throat. He buried his face against her neck and held her as if she were his lifeline slipping away.

Outside, a faint glint of a shooting star streaked across the sky.

Slowly, you opened your eyes.

“Why… why is everyone crying?” You coughed.

Vax pulled back, a mix of disbelief and utter bliss overtaking his features. He held your face in his hands, feeling the warmth return to your cheeks.

“Thank you, Everlight,” Pike sighed, gripping Scanlan’s hand.

Vax brought you back to him, holding you tightly against his chest. Vex through her arms around both of you.

“See,” Grog said. “I knew she’d be alright.”

Everyone gathered around the table, encircling you with relieved expressions and tears turning joyful.

Scanlan sniffed and wiped at the moisture on his face. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

It came back to you gradually. The pain of the blade, laying in Vax’s arms, falling into the dark. You gently pushed back from Vax.

“Did I…”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re okay now.” He pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I thought that I-” You took a breath. “I thought I saw my parents.” You looked around at the people you’d come to call family. “But then I heard music. I could hear voices, calling me back. And I felt…” You reached a trembling hand up to your lips. “I thought I felt…”

You gazed into the eyes of the man holding you.

His lips met yours with a soft, yet powerful, urgency.

It gave you all the strength you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your revitalized heart beating so hard you were sure everyone could hear it. By the time you pulled apart, you were both gasping for breath and beaming.

“Fucking finally,” Vex laughed.

“Uh, so do you guys, like, want the room?” Scanlan nudged your side, wiggling his eyebrows at you mischievously.

“Like you wouldn’t find a way to watch,” you joked. You moved to stand but fell back against Vax.

“Easy,” he said. “Don’t exhaust yourself just yet.”

“Yeah, save that energy for other things,” Scanlan smirked.

Vax gave him a silencing glare.

“We should get out of here,” Percy said. He peeked out of the window and watched the guards they hadn’t killed rush by. “Else we’ll have to do that all over again.”

“I’m with Percy,” Pike agreed. “She’s too weak for another fight. If we stay hidden, we can get to the next village by sunrise.” She looked at you and you nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” you said. Again, you tried to walk, your legs aching and trembling beneath you.

Vax scooped you up in his arms and kissed you once more.

“I’ve got you.”

And he was never letting go.

#vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #critical role #legend of vox machina #liam o'brien #vax #vex and vax #scanlan shorthalt

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taste-of-the-divine · 1 year

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ꕤ | Who's Begging Now? | Vax'ildan

— VOX MACHINA : cockysubby!vax'ildan x fdom!reader

✩ 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀: you put vax'ildan in his place, pretty little noises and all. ✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: drabble, 1.2k words ✩ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: vax'ildan recieves + reader gives : dubcon, somnophelia, overstimulation, humiliation, degredation, deep throat, sex drugs, messy spit/saliva, begging to cum, orgasm denial/edging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, aftercare // reader recieves + vaildan gives: deepthroat on vax's cock, gagging, humiliation outside the bedroom, being called ma'am.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙀: this was supposed to be way shorter but i got carried away but likes and reblogs are super appreciated :’)

𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘈 | 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛 & 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘚 | 𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌

vax’ildan has been acting out of line lately— he’s bold, flirtatious, he’s always been so— but something’s changed, you can feel it. he’s gotten cocky. he talks back a little more now, he intentionally towers over you when you sit at the end of the bed. he pushes you to your knees now, too, places his cock on your lips and cheeks and smears it over those plump lips of yours that he loves so much— ah, correction: that he loves fucking, ramming, bruising, so much, with the base of his heavy cock. the feeling of his pubes tickling your lips and you gagging at the same is a familiar one— so much so that dick nuzzling isn’t practical anymore.

he enjoys being in charge; you enjoy letting him think he’s in charge. but now he’s getting too cocky— you hear him bragging to scanlan, grog, pyke, gilmore, anyone that would listen, about how he forces you to the floor, how you turn into putty in his hands, how you beg for him to fuck you like you want no one else’s cock but his.

but you know it’s all a fucking lie. what a pathetic piece of shit. fucker needs to be put in his place, so the next morning, right before he wakes up, you find secure cuffs for his wrists and ankles from somewhere in the house. he’s still sleeping but his cock is throbbing under the thin fabrics of his boxers, leaking precum at the tip. you mouth at him through the boxers first, and then you pull him free and take his whole cock into your mouth.

he wakes with a groan, tugs on the handcuffs. how fucking pathetic. fitting for you, you say, lifting off his cock. he’s incredibly hard, his hips bucking involuntarily, looking for the warm wet of your mouth and his mind is muddled, foggy, can only think about cumming. you drugged his drink the night before, just an aphrodisiac. he had a lesson to learn, and you had to teach him, all means necessary.

you jerk his cock— he moans and tugs at the cuffs— until his balls are tight and he goes light headed from how much blood is pumping through it, keeping it big and heavy. the veins pop angry and blue and purple, throbbing in your hand. his cock is as much of a drooling mess of precum over your fingers as is he is— head rolled back, lips parted, panting and begging you to drag your hands on the underside because that’s all he needs to cum. you don’t, because he forgot to say please, so instead, he says your name in prayer as his eyes goes crossed when you let your spit dribble down your chin and slide onto his sensitive cock head. you love watching him like this, love watching his body spasm and jerk at every touch, watching that his stupid fucked out face and that stupid fucked our brain trying to ask for something he won’t get. his whimpers are starting to sound like crying, voice climbing in pitch. his skin is flushed so, so, so pretty, you tell him this, between scolding him and asking him who’s the one begging to cum now? who’s the one that’s desperate? im going to tell the others about how utterly embarrassing you are.

he knows his answers to these questions, cries, me, me, me, I’m desperate to cum, please, ma’am, please— please don’t tell the others, please please, i’m sorry— and then suddenly your hand are wrapped around his throat and he knows he just fucked up. his eyes are wide, taking in your pissed off and disgusted face, and he can’t help but almost cum from how ashamed he feels. his dick throbs against his stomach, but you keep your eyes on him. i wasn’t asking, you stupid pet, you spit in his face. and that name, his favorite name that you use to put him into his place— it’s enough to make him go over the edge with fluttering eye lids as his mouth falls open, panting like a dog and making broken vocal sounds as his hips go taught and he cums. his head feels like there’s a million stars in there wanting to burst right out of his cock, and his cock needs friction while he cums because even though he’s cumming it isn’t isnt enough to get rid of the aphrodisiac that makes his balls aching to cum again. he looks at you, a whimpering mess with tears in his eyes, begging with them for you to do something, to make this go away, please I need to cum again, he says with his hazel irises.

you take mercy on him, he seems to have learned his lesson— you grip his cock in your hand an pump once, and like that, he folds in on himself as much as his bound limbs let him, a cry forming from his chest as he cums a second time, this time so much incredibly harder than the first that he almost goes unconscious twice throughout it. his eyes are white, he can’t even breathe, hips and cock twitching into and in your hand as you smear his cum over his sensitive tip. eventually his chest fills with air, but his face looks like he'd been properly fucked in the ass even though you've only used your hands and mouth. so pathetic.

when you’re done with the fun you’re having with him, you leave him there, bound to the frame of the bed slick in his own sweat. he learned his lesson, so after a few minutes, you come back with a glass of water and some fresh snacks from the kitchen. you take his bruised wrists and ankles out of the cuffs, massaging the cuts and kissing them better, cuddling him as he stirs awake from his sex haze. you kiss him, remind him that he’s yours, you love him, but firmly tell him he has no place lying about who’s desperate in the bedroom. he nods his face into your chest, tears welling in the corners of his eyes that you kiss away, whispering in his ear that you love him all the same. his arms wrap around your waist tighter, muttering that he loves you too, thank you, thank you, thank you ma’am, i won’t do it again.

#this was stuck in my head for a while #i needed an outlet for my dom tendencies #should i write a part 2 to this?#smut drabbles #vax smut #vox machina smut #sub!vaxildan #fdom!reader #vox machina #vaxildan #reader x vax #vax critical role #smut fic #vax my beloved #darker smut #aftercare #dubcon

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saphirered · 1 year

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Can I request a vax’ildan x reader fic where the reader doesn’t want him to be alone when he goes with the raven queen so she strikes a deal with the matron to serve her eternally by his side?

Hope this is to your liking! I struggled a bit with this one for some reason buuuuut I managed to nail down all the angst! 😘

Tick tock, goes the clock of the pompous asshole (affectionately) lord of Whitestone. Tick tock, time runs out. Vax’ildan knows one day the time will come where the matron will call upon this bargain; his sister’s life for his undying service. It’s a sacrifice he’d make over and over again. The goddess of death is as cryptic as she is creepy and what purpose he might serve now, reveals little by little through vision and calling of something within him that was not there before. One could argue at least he got some fancy armour out of it but that would be a joke in poor taste. The weight of it becomes heavier as time passes. Losing his sister is perhaps the worst thing imaginable to him and that remains the same. She’s always been there for him. He needs her more than she needs him. It just so happens that some other idiots walked into their life they both happen to care about a tremendous amount despite what odds they might be at at times, in the end he’d go to hell and back for them. It makes it all the more difficult that he knows when that bargain of his is called in, he’ll have to leave them behind.

That makes all these moments count the more, these memories, he has to make sure he’ll never forget them, not through eternity because they make him who he is, every single one of them; Pickle and Scan-man, Big Man, Kiki and Freddy, his sister Stubby and then there’s you; Sparkles. Just the thought of that nickname he gave you brings a smile to his face. You’d asked him many times why Sparkles. He’d always given you a different answer, each one more ridiculous than the last. In reality he knows exactly why. When he makes you smile, your eyes light up. It’s so simple. It’s so stupid. But it stuck. He’d do anything to see you smile again. You’ve not smiled at him like that ever since he told you of the deal he made with the Raven Queen. He’s not truly smiled since.

You had so many questions, he could feel but you didn't ask. You had sat there and the sparks in your eyes dimmed, instead it was the light reflecting off your tears this time. You’d wrapped your arms around him, you’d held him and told him everything would be alright even though you both knew the likelihood of anyone weaselling their way out of a deal with a literal god. You hadn’t sobbed, when he did. Your grip never weakened when his body fell too heavy and the weight of the expiration date on his life with his friends and family and you became too much of a burden to bear, to heavy a reality to face. You were strong when he couldn’t be. You comforted him when he put on a brave face before the others, when the times got tough. And when you finally pulled away, when you cupped his face and told him this doesn’t change anything, the trailing tears already drying nearly broke him again. You smiled at him but there would be no sparkles in your eyes.

Effort was made, by yourself, his sister and your friends. Research was done on the matron of death, her history, her ways, her temples, and so much more but it never seemed like enough. With more knowledge revealed, the more damning this got. Vax slowly witnessed you lose more courage. You started dabbling in certain magics, but heeded his warnings and stayed clear of the things that brought the Briarwoods their demise. You respected his wishes, besides you did not think those treacherous practices would keep at bay the Raven Queen. Silas Briarwood had just died. Vax has not and will not. You did claim you might have had an easier time undoing some devil’s deal. He had simply retorted he doesn’t like to half-ass things. You’d smiled and there had been a brief spark but it faded as quickly as it came.

Vax had found you praying to her sometimes. You’d be looking at the stars when you thought no one could hear. You’d ask for guidance, a way out, freedom, justice, anything to save him. Sometimes he’d find you with a raven’s feather in your palm, or tucked somewhere in your hair or clothes. You’d be surprised at its presence and when he asked how you got it, you never knew how it ended up on your person. You didn’t lie necessarily. It just wasn’t the whole truth. Now he finds you gone, off somewhere away from everyone, in her damned temple. You sit at the red pool surrounded by books and a broken orb. You read the pages again and again until on your knees you draw runes and markings he cannot begin to comprehend. He’s quiet and sticks to the shadows but something urges him closer. He resists. The magic seems to fizzle and you cry in frustration. You throw a bowl into the red pool. Its splash reaches you and stains your clothes despite you wiping it away best you can.

“I’ve tried everything. You won’t even listen to me. What’s the use? You think yourself better? Because you ascended? Does that make me not but a bug in your palm waiting to be squashed?” You speak dryly getting to your feet picking up the orb. You’re half ready to cast it away, shatter it into a million pieces. But then you see what you see, know what you know and you cannot undo someone’s life work like so. That’s the stories of so many people long gone held in that one orb. You won’t condemn another to the dark. You tuck it close to your chest.

“What are you doing?” You turn on your heels to face the shadows the Champion of the Raven Queen steps out of. Your expression softens and out of habit you go to wipe away the already dried tears from your cheeks. You sniffle. You approach stopping just a step from him, asking permission. You’re hanging on by a thread. You’re falling apart at the seams. Vax forgets his questions and instead invites you into his embrace. You wrap one arm around him to pull yourself closer while the other holds on tightly to that orb in your grasp.

“I’m sorry.” You don’t say anything else but those words feel heavier than they ever have. They feel hopeless. “I’m so sorry.” You can’t hold back the sob this time, nor the shake of your body. You hold on tighter as you cry and it’s Vax’ turn to silence his own suffering. He has to stay strong for you this time. You need him right now. He kisses the top of your head.

“It’s alright. You’ll be alright.” He whispers in your ear as he rocks the both of your side to side, rubbing your back, stroking your hair and doing anything and everything to comfort you while his own tears fall silently.

“I’ve tried- Everything. I’ve done everything. She won’t accept. She won’t listen.” You cry.

“It’s okay. You’ve already done so much. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” Your cries stop and you freeze just for a few seconds. You pull away. You cup his cheek. The cogs in your head are turning at rapid speed as you put the pieces together and clutch that orb in your palm like it’s the key to solving everything. Vax is confused and shakes his head. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me.” He argues but you shake yours in return.

“I won’t- I’m not. You told me not to and I’ll respect your wishes. But I think I am ready to make a deal…” You speak more to yourself than to him when you step out of his embrace. You do not look at him as you turn to the pool and kneel down to submerge the orb into the thick red liquid far to akin to blood, it might as well be. “Come on, come on, come on, come on.” You repeat.

Hesitantly Vax watches, a million things run through his head. He has half the mind to stop you, to drag you out of here and take you far away. He has half the mind to tell you this is madness and a lost cause. Hope has withered and died within him a long time ago. Perhaps that’s why he settled so easily for the inevitable and just dealt with the pain. You’re not like that. You find solutions to impossible problems. You do impossible things with every breath you take. You’re filled with wonder and that makes you wonderful. You promised to respect his wishes and not lose yourself through this dead end, and he believes you’ll keep it so why should he stop you now? One last time. If it fails, you’ll make the best of the time you have left together. If it succeeds… well he doesn’t know what would happen then. Vax stands with you, places a hand on your shoulder as you wait. Your brow furrows and something seems to will you into the pool but he holds you back. Whatever you did, whatever it is you hold, this pool wants it, the Raven Queen wants it. But you’re not about to give up your bargaining chip for free. He realises then.

“You really want it that badly? You’re no different from the rest of us measly little bugs, are you? Come out and face me!” With Vax’ help and by some miracle of your own making you pull your arm free from the pool, orb still in hand and when you and him fall back on your asses, you find yourselves staring up at the visage of the Raven Queen herself, looming in all her might, though you know she’s not truly here. She’s but an avatar, an illusion, but still real enough to smite your arses should she call your bluff. You’re willing to take that risk. Vax’s arm falls around your waist, your back to his side. He’s protecting you without getting in your way, even though he doubts he could do much to stop the Matron of Ravens, he’d certainly try, for you.

“I didn’t see it then but I see now. You’ve forgotten who you are. They tore you apart and you’re left to piece yourself back together all alone. You want to remember as much as you want to be remembered. I thought ancient knowledge would show me a path to my goal. It wasn’t knowledge. It was compassion. You’re lost.” However faint it may have been, you recall the memories of a woman, a mage, a teacher, someone powerful and respected, but above all someone loved and surrounded by people. You raise the orb towards her.

“I cannot give you this but I can give you my memories of it, everything I saw, and everything I will find. I will scourge the earth for memories of you, before you became this. I know what fate is set cannot be undone but it doesn’t have to be faced alone. Let me be his memory so he might never forget who he is.” And that’s the offer you make. It’s no deal of wit and trickery, no bargain of a merchant and a customer. This is a bargain of compassion. You offer something the Raven Queen has not seen much of since her ascend. Despite your grievances and selfish intentions your offer remains true.

The porcelain white mask bends down. Vax helps you to your feet. You have to leave his embrace but you lace your fingers together. The world beyond his arms seems so deadly cold, so lonely. When you take a step forward and another, up to the foot of the goddess, right before you stare up at her expressionless mask, you look over your shoulder and smile. For the first time in a long time Vax sees those sparks again. He could have cried in that very moment. The goddess does not speak when a golden thread flows from you to her. She does not speak when she extends a long finger and pulls the thread. It stretches and you feel as if you’re pulled towards her but you hold steady. She pulls a loop. Vax steps forward, wether of his own volition or not, until he stands just one step further than you, but still at your side. The Raven Queen loops the thread until it curves around him and then she lets go. The new tether sets. Your offer has been accepted. The threads fade and the masked face cocks. That same finger reaches out and raises your head. You do not shy away from those black pits for eyes. He squeezes your hand once more. You smile and offer a thankful nod. Whatever the Raven Queen saw in your eyes must have satisfied because in a burst of feathers and darkness she is gone.

The moment she is gone Vax’ arms wrap around you and hold you close. He whispers sweet nothings and tells you how reckless and stupid and stubborn you are but you only hear the words as a faint echo as the memories of a dead woman from ages long since passed flash through your mind and you feel a secondhand cold mournfulness. When the memories fade and you feel like your mind has returned to reality the orb is in your pocket and Vax has dragged you away from the cursed temple, far away from gods and this world, and beyond. Faintly do the halls of home flash you by until the shutting of a door behind you pulls you from your trance.

“You have no idea how much I love you.” Vax breathes as he holds your face between his hands. Your eyes shine but not with tears or sadness. They shine with light and life and hope and wonder, and love, so much love. You hold onto his wrists, a reminder he’s still tethered here, to this place, and forever tethered to you. He shakes his head in disbelief but smiles and places his lips against yours in a loving kiss. Again and again and again. He showers you with love and affection, as you give back in turn.

You don’t know what it’ll mean or how things work but you know a bargain has been struck and you’ll stay at Vax’ side no matter what. He’ll never be alone. Not when you’ll be tethered to him.

#vax’ildan x reader #vax x reader #vox machina x reader #legend of vox machina x reader #tlovm x reader #critical role x reader #legend of vox machina #vox machina #critical role #vax'ildan #critical role fanfiction #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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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Deadweight pt6? I'm really curious to see where it goes!

⚠️Probs some inaccurate bits of the show cuz I have the memory of a fish ⚠️

It seemed as of late that something was definitely odd with Grog. You tired to bury your worry concerning the sword possessing extremely dark magic strapped to the Goliath’s broad back; However you found yourself giving a rats arse about your groups well-beings.

Ever since snagging it in the aftermath of your fight with the Briarwoods, Grog had only seemed to become more and more secretive with the rest of vox machina about it’s dark benefits in exchange for the blood of enemy blood.

It also didn’t help that Grog has absolutely zero subtlety when it came to the matter either.

He grew paranoid, looking over his shoulder whenever the sword would speak to him so when your eyes did meet his one day, he stood so straight you almost thought he might’ve possibly broke his back with the force behind his change of posture before he would loudly exclaim;

“I’ve got to take a shit.” Before bolting off elsewhere.

“He’s acting rather…odd.” Pike said but decided to shrug it off as soon as she said the words, not wanting to think more of it despite it being the only thing on her mind currently.

“I’d suggest keeping a close eye on him Pike, that sword is bad news, it’s corrupting him.” You said, just about ready to move away after sparing your two cents on the matter, uncaring if your warning would go heeded as from here on out, the fault would be hers and hers alone. Only to be stopped when the Gnome cleric wanted to further the conversation. “What do you mean?”

“I shouldn’t have to explain everything to you Pike, need you forget whom that Sword once belonged to.” Was all you allowed yourself to say before leaving the Gnome for a more secluded area.

You took respite near a pound that laid in a clearing within the woods not too far off from you set up camp. You sat yourself down near the edge of the pond, watching as fish swam, tadpoles were growing into their next stages of evolution and water lilies blossomed forth from it’s watery cocoon like a newborn butterfly.

It was certainly what you needed right now as the visions has gotten more frequent and occurring whenever you dared to take up the risk of attempting any form of sleep. So as you leant forward to get a better look at a particularly beautifully scaled fish swim by, you caught sight of your reflection and found yourself feeling from the pond; Pressing yourself against a tree trunk as a hand clasped at your armour clad chest, whilst you tried to regain breath from seeing that decaying, zombie-ish form your face took whenever you looked at yourself in anything reflective.

“I’d thought I could deal with these shitty jump scares overtime but I guess the fuck not.” You hissed to no one in particular as you let your eyes closed for a second though not before having to force them open again when you heard the cawing of a raven from way above in the treetops.

The raven, once it knew it had your attention, cocked its head towards the direction of your camp sight and you knew that the time to move had already came. So with a forced bow, you said; “as you wish my lady, time is of the essence and none it shall be spent I assure you.” The raven seeming pleased with your answer, flew away, leaving you to regroup with the rest of vox machina.

“We’re close to the next vestige if our information is anything to go by.” Percy said once you joined his side. “Then why are still standing here like a bunch of twats?” You asked, doing a headcount of everyone before coming across the glaring fact that a certain Goliath has yet to return from taking a shit.

“Grog still hasn’t came back from his shit.” Percy confirmed your thoughts which made you chuckle at how someone as smart as him was so easily duped, which made the gunslinger raise a brow at you. “I warned Pike about that damn sword, if you want to know why I find his excuse less then convincing, go ask her. I ain’t your damn parrot.” You said before adding in that you were going to go pack up your stuff for the travel. Percy could only sigh, running his hands down his face.

Soon enough you and the rest of vox machina made your way to the location of your next vestige; the sword knowing as Mythcarver. However it laid deep within a monolith looking structure that rose towards the sky like an proud pyramid that matched the one you saw within your vision upon first receiving your vestige.

Once inside the monolith like structure, you were greeted by Osisa’s mate would told you to choose between wounding him-a being who has never been hurt in his lifetime- or face a horde of a hundred monsters.

“100 monsters sound fucking sick!” Grog exclaimed.

“Or we could wound this mother fucker and make history.” Scanlan counters.

“Tell me Scanlan, how exactly do you propose we find a way that can injure a being who’s never been hurt before in his entire life?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders, “it sounds pretty cool but unfortunately it’s not going to be as historic as you make it out or be because,” you stop to wave your hands rapidly at the vast cold emptiness surrounding you, “there are no fucking historians to document this!” You added.

“Oh contrer my dear death blossom,” Scanlan cooed, “for you’ve got yourself a historian right here.” He says as he points to himself.

“Since when do bards constitute as historians?” You replied blankly.

“Since we’ve learnt to pick up a lute and learnt the art of story telling, baby.” Scanlan said.

“Alright that’s enough out of the pair of you,” Vex intervenes but as she was about to place her hand on your shoulder, you were quick to jerk away as though her touch would burn you even through the armour; therefore missing the hurt that flashed across her eyes and the smile slip off of Scanlan’s lips when he realised that the fun was ruined.

They both knew it was too good to be true to believe that you were finally staring to warm up to them. They knew they were naïve to think that a little bit of banter was going to change your mindset of them, to think that after your revival they could have a fresh start with you. Unfortunately for them, your revival only seemed have the reverse effect.

They just wanted you to come home to them but to you it seemed that the home they speak of was empty, cold and barren of any love for you.

The fight against Osisa’s mate wasn’t without it’s pros and cons;

Cons; you, Grog, Keyleth, Pike, Vex, Vax and Percy had all tried but all failed to even lay a scratch on the Sphynx in your attempts to wound him. Therefore finding yourselves falling into the endless void.

Pros: Scanlan defeated him with the power of emotional damage through a song made up on the spot about missing Osisa.

With Mythcarver now within your possession and with the location of the next Vestige revealed to Scanlan as within the Fey Realm. You were all just about as happy and as hopeful with the recent success rate of your collecting of vestiges which began to build confidence confidence in one day defeating the chroma conclave and restoring Tal’dorei back to it’s origin. However all of this hope was disrupted by the rude appearance of Umbrasyl.

“What’s this fucker doing here!” You roared as the dragon swooped Scanlan off his feet and took off into the air with Osisa’s mate hot on his scaled rear.

“Someone must’ve gave him an anonymous tip about the vestiges.” Percy said.

“They’re fucking dragons! What do they need the vestiges for!” You cried out, already envisioning how fucking stupid the chroma conclave looked trying to wield weapons made for the usage of beings far smaller then they.

“That’s a question we want answered right now.” Vax butted in as you all tried your damned hardest to rescue Scanlan. Only for it to be for nothing as Osisa’s mate died saving Scanlan from a deathly fall; All the while Umbrasyl managed to snag Mythcarver with his tail.

You were right, the petite sword looked fucking ridiculous held in the dragons tail that you almost could’ve laughed had your mind not be so transfixed on what this could potentially mean for all of you.

Things only went from bad to worse as Grog tried to hold off Umbrasyl whilst Keyleth readied the teleportation spell that would take you to the home of your next vestige. You could but only watch as with every incision Grog made on the dragon did the cursed sword grow bigger and the Goliath’s fighting style grew more and more violent and feral.

It all came to a climax when you were forced to watch as Pike was stabbed through the armoured abdomen by a distraught Grog. You had a sick feeling within your stomach at the sight of the Cerlic Gnome with a sword through her by the hands of her friend no less but you knew Grog was just as sick to his stomach as you were.

You couldn’t move, you were frozen to the floor. All you could do was scream as the teleportation spell had already been put into effect and began whooshing you, Vex, Vax, Keyleth and Percy off and away from Grog, Scanlan and Pike.

“No!!”

When you finally landed, you took immediate notice that you were on your own.

Percy, Vax, vex and Keyleth were nowhere to be found and you were for the first time since dying; scared.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Hey, I hope you're doing okay. Can I please request some Percy x reader x Vax headcannons on how would they start their relationship? If that makes any sense.

Sure!!

Been a bit rough with recent news, but I try. We can try

Beginning of relationship 💕….

At the start of it all, you were a recurring presence here and there before officially joining Vox Machina

Needless to say, you were a welcoming presence. A new ally who got along easy with the others. Or at least you thought. Percy and Vax were the more distant ones from you.

Needless to say, it was because of something more. Percy admired parts of you, and sometimes it drove him mad. Always a side glance and keeping you close or nearby. Even if he didn’t realize, he was always close to you and even liked to ramble with you sometimes

Vax’ildan liked you for a whole other reason. You were funny, witty, understanding, and a foil to him and his antics. He could relax for once and just be himself and content with you.

Of course they’re as subtle as a barreling dragon crashing in, so the rest of the party are like “you two are hopeless”, and Vex is super teasing about it.

“Isn’t y/n just the best?” “Yeah….”. “Best if I just talk to them about about something…maybe you two..”

“Yeahhh….wait Vex no!!”

It’s also a bit of a subtle rivalry between the two but for different reasons. Percy thinks you like Vax more because of naturally well you get along. Vax thinks you like Percy more because of what he could offer you in life.

Everyone else pushing them: “JUST CONFESS YOU TWO!!”

Putting their pride aside, they ask who you may fancy the most.

Twist: you admire them both and after pulling both awestruck boyos into your hug, it’s the start of what’s a mutually loving and admiring union

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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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panic-at-the-fiction · 9 months

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Masterlist

Stories I have written, characters I will write for. If you think the names are cringy you try naming stuff. It’s hard.

Smut🔥

*Series

Prompts list

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Drive In🔥

Road Trip

Pizza girl

Eddie Munson

The Death of You

Jonathan Byers

Jump, Then Fall

Vampire Diaries

Kol Mikaelsons

*Hello Darling🔥

Elijah Mikaelson

*Family

*Till Death do us Part

Stefan Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Missing You

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Various and Sundry Villains

Jack Kline

Reunions

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

The Irregulars

Billy

You shouldn’t easdrop

I care for you

Big Time Rush

Kendall Knight

One Good Love Song

Once Upon a Time

Jefferson Hatter

True Loves Kiss

The X-men

Peter Maximoff

*1973

*1983

New in Town

Haunted House

Alex Summers

Tattoos🔥

Le t’s Talk about Cuba🔥

Scott Summers

Charles Xavier

Eric Lensher

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Yes they are all bad puns, no I will not be taking constructive criticism right now, only more ideas.

Oh dear

Oh dair he is

The Finnick games

Fic-nnick

Star Wars

Filthy Headcannons🔥

Part one

Part two

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

This is that Way

Anakin Skywalker

Marvel

Any of the hot ones. I’m not gonna type all of their names out if I don’t even have any stories for them yet.

The Flash

Julian Alberts

The office jerk

The Chronicles of Narnia

Peter Pevensie

Adults🔥

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Vox Machina

Percy De Rolo

Cowboy like me pt1

Cowboy like me pt 2

Vax’ildan

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nowyoursoulisforfeit · 10 months

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Please consider: Percy and Vax laying under the stars. They are talking about what life means, but it is not bleak. They do not know that the other is lying with every word they say. Because they are each other’s reasons for perseverance and neither of them are ready to speak it into reality. This does not matter in that moment.

They are content and at peace for the first time in a while.

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coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic · 1 year

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Temporary Partners

Vax’ildan x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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