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rexsjaigeyes · 1 month

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A trio's tryst

Vax'ildan x female reader x Percy | NSFW, 18+

Words: 4k

Content: threesome, pegging, oral sex, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, cum swallowing (Percy does it), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, finger-fucking, multiple orgasms

A/N: just dropping this here while i'm still on hiatus 🙈 i'm not done with S2 yet, so this is more in-character for S1 Vax and Percy. also this is crossposted to AO3 if that tickles your fancy. enjoy 😌

You’re not sure how it came to this. In your foggy recollection, you believe it was a stupid little bet that started it all. But you’re not going to complain about the silver practically stolen from you due to your quick loss. Not when defeat means the slick slide of your strap-on inside Vax, and the heavy weight of Percy’s leer as he sits not too far away.

The inn Vox Machina chose for the night is not much better than the usual run-down, shithole joints the party has previously stayed at. With paper-thin walls and the reek of booze permeating nearly every hallway and room, it’s not the sexiest spot for a tryst like the one you’re having now. But even Percy doesn’t seem to mind the uncomfortable setting tonight. And Vax certainly has no complaints.

The half-elf’s tangled brown locks frame his head like a halo on the bed—the perfect complement to the way he holds your gaze, as if he’s unworthy of being touched by a deity like you. His face scrunches in pleasure, trying his hardest not to come undone already. Another steady thrust, and those breathy gasps of his that you adore so much start to grow in volume.

A smug chuckle snaps your attention to the stool on your left. The dim light of the room only illuminates the bed and one other wall. You only catch the glint of Percy’s glasses for a split second before his entire form disappears back into the shadows.

“Any louder, and the whole damn inn will know what we’re up to,” he says. Even with his face hidden from you, it’s clear Percy’s teasing words are only directed at you. He doesn’t bother to address Vax right now because he isn’t the one calling the shots tonight. “I suggest you keep him quiet, dear.”

Faintly, Vax grumbles a curse beneath his breath, as if the gunslinger’s presence annoys him. But his frustration is only a charade. You all know how Vax occasionally enjoys the special brand of humiliation only Percy can dole out in his signature methodical fashion.

Percy didn’t mention how you should go about keeping Vax silent, but your mind already conjures various ways to do it. With a sly grin, you press one hand to Vax’s cheek, your thumb briefly brushing across his bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” you whisper. He wastes no time in complying, his pupils somehow growing even larger as two of your fingers slide inside his mouth. “Now suck,” you demand.

Satisfaction takes root deep in your belly while Vax groans around your wet digits. With his immodest noises muffled now, your ears become more attuned to the sharp slap of skin on skin and the obscene slippery sound of Vax’s tight hole taking you deeper.

Percy’s clothes rustle nearby as he readjusts on the stool. You almost miss the soft grunt accompanied by a gruff “fuck” muttered from your left, but your senses feel hyper-aware now. Tingles run along your body with each measured thrust you make and the way Vax’s lean muscles begin to tense beneath you.

You’re getting tired—still slightly unaccustomed to the strength and stamina it takes to thrust a fake cock for this long. You slip your fingers from Vax’s mouth to make a determined path down his straining body. Sweeping past the hard planes of his chest, and then his stomach and hips, your fingers land along the base of his cock. Despite Percy’s previous instruction, he seems to revel in the choked cry that escapes Vax’s lips as you wrap your hand around his length.

“De Rolo,” Vax says through clenched teeth, “quit your giggling in the dark and come here.”

His words make both of you laugh, but you’re in silent agreement with Vax. If Percy doesn’t get his ass over to the bed and touch one of you soon, you’ll spend the rest of the night giving him the cold shoulder.

“As you wish, little bird,” Percy replies with a smirk while emerging from the darkness.

His slender frame towers over you from beside the bed, and he presses one hand to your hip, giving you the extra leverage you need to continue thrusting. Your stomach tightens when he wraps the other hand around Vax’s cock, mirroring the way you’re stroking it while his fingers slightly overlap yours in an intimate caress.

Vax rolls his eyes, although it’s hard to tell if it’s in annoyance or maybe from the pleasure coursing through him. “You know I hate when you call me that,” he argues with a less-than-convincing whine.

“Is that right?” Percy’s thumb lightly squeezes the head of Vax’s cock. Your breath hitches at the sight of his finger slowly swiping the precum beading from the tip. “It doesn't look like you hate it that much.”

Vax seems unable to respond, his fingers fisting the bedsheets and sweat starting to glisten across his chest. He writhes beneath you but still tries to meet your thrusts while bucking his hips up into the pair of hands on his length. Seeing him so vulnerable and desperate makes liquid heat pool between your thighs, and you briefly wonder if you could come from the sight of him alone.

Percy steals your attention, releasing your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you into a bruising kiss. Your breath escapes your lungs in a whoosh, but you’re grateful for the rougher way he handles you. It’s a stark contrast to the way Vax usually worships you. But you know that Percy will only be as rough as you want him to be—and his calculating nature means he always knows exactly where you’ve drawn the line.

He smiles against your lips when you pull away a little and gasp, trying to chase the breath he stole from your lungs. Between your thrusting and Percy’s wild affection, you’re sure you’ll suffocate before the night is over.

Percy hums in mocking contemplation as he looks back down at Vax. “He’s right on the edge,” he says, far too satisfied with each pathetically loud whine Vax makes as he tries to hold back his orgasm. “Let’s make him come, together.”

You nod, biting down on your lip as you thrust as deep as you can. It takes a decent amount of concentration to find the right combined rhythm of thrusting and stroking Vax’s cock at the same time. But you follow Percy’s lead, allowing him to guide your hand up and down Vax's shaft while you focus on thrusting a bit harder.

In your distracted state, you jolt when you feel Percy’s other hand slide up your body. You’re frankly jealous of how collected he seems right now, whereas you and Vax look like wild animals. But you also feel a fresh wave of arousal at how effortlessly he can affect both of you. Percy’s hand moves to gently massage your breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple while Vax writhes with the force of his oncoming orgasm.

Without so much as a warning, Vax shudders and moans before spilling onto both pairs of knuckles and his own taut stomach. You mutter a curse under your breath at the sight of his pulsing cock, and you feel hypnotized as you spread a bit of his cum around his cock.

“Shit, Vax,” you say in slight disbelief, your voice breathy from how turned on you are. “You made quite the mess this time.”

A cute blush graces his cheeks in response, enticing a kiss from you before you carefully slide out of him. Rolling over on the bed, you undo the buckles of your strap-on and lazily throw it to the other end of the mattress. You expect the three of you to take a quick breather now, but a soft whimper draws your attention back to the pair of men. Percy hasn’t stopped touching Vax’s aching cock. He continues to stroke him at an even pace, causing Vax to tremble from the sensitivity.

“A-ah, please,” Vax cries out, his fingers gripping Percy’s wrist.

But you know that he secretly loves the overstimulation. That’s why he’s not using his strength to yank Percy’s hand away or scramble out of his reach. Instead, his comically pouty look gets directed at you, and Vax tries again to beg for something he hasn’t decided yet—either for mercy or for more.

“Use your words,” Percy snaps. His low growl sends shivers down your spine, even though the command is not for you. “What do you want, Vax’ildan?”

Vax gulps, closing his eyes and taking a second to collect himself before returning his needy gaze to you. There’s no mistaking who he’s speaking to when he whimpers, “I need more. Please let me taste you, darling.”

Anticipation lights a fire in your chest, and you’re itching to give Vax exactly what he wants. But you glance at Percy first, waiting to see if he’ll agree.

Percy grins at you, and you can see a devilish plan beginning to take shape in his mind. “You heard the man,” he says before giving you a nod of permission.

Eagerly, you crawl to the top of the bed and press a gentle kiss to Vax’s awaiting lips. He groans into your mouth, obviously desperate for the moment when your thighs settle along either side of his head. But as you begin to brace your hands against the headboard, Percy’s tut of disapproval cuts in.

“No, no,” he chides from behind you. “Turn around and face me instead.”

You turn above Vax’s increasingly impatient mouth, being careful not to accidentally kneel on his long hair, and wait to lock eyes with Percy before taking a proper seat. Vax’s slender fingers grip your hips near-painfully, but you feel satisfied knowing he’s looking forward to this as much as you are. Finally, Percy nods in approval, and it takes an insane amount of willpower to descend gently.

It’s ungodly how good Vax is at this. A shudder already racks through you as his tongue glides expertly along your clit. It’s when he gasps against your pussy that you realize why Percy wanted you in this position. Your eyes fly open—you barely even noticed how tight you had shut them seconds ago—and your stomach flips at the sight of Percy’s tongue tracing a leisurely path down Vax’s cock before fully taking him into his mouth.

Percy keeps eye contact with you while reducing Vax to a moaning mess against your cunt. He takes his time teasing and working Vax back up to a second orgasm. Vax, on the other hand, wastes no time devouring you. Even though he seems far too eager to make you unravel, his tongue still moves in measured strokes across your pussy. He knows exactly what pace and amount of pressure you prefer against your throbbing clit. And he relishes in the way your body reacts so easily for him.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his mouth with wild abandon. “Just like that…don’t stop, Vax.”

Your pleasure only seems to fuel the desperate whimpers and groans muffled against your cunt. If you hadn’t been in this same position with Vax before, you would have thought he’s only acting this way because of Percy’s skilled tongue. But you know how much Vax savors the taste and feel of you. More than that, he especially loves when you take control and grind down on his face however you like. He enjoys being used by you.

Percy slides his mouth off Vax’s length, using his hand to replace the sensation while he addresses you. “He’s going to come soon,” he says with a cocky grin, “and you’re close too. You better beat him to it.” His tongue and lips return to the tip of Vax’s flushed cock, resuming the unrelenting pace he set before.

Vax is immediately on the same page as Percy. He sets a laser-focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth while holding your body down firm against him. He's determined to make you come first, and that thought alone causes you to writhe as the pleasure crests within you. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you watch Percy groan around Vax's cock, and it causes a chain reaction of moans and vibrations against each other's skin.

Your nails dig into Vax's chest, and your body shakes as your orgasm finally overtakes you like a tidal wave. It takes barely a second before Vax joins you, overwhelmed with the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head coupled with Percy practically deep-throating him. Vax grips you even tighter, and you almost feel bad that he's unable to see the delicious act of Percy swallowing every drop of cum that Vax gives him. He even makes a show of swiping any stray pearl beads and sucking it off his fingers.

You moan softly, going slightly limp against Vax before gathering your remaining strength to gently roll off him. Lying beside his quivering body, you run your fingers along his chest and snort in amusement when Percy does a few more teasing strokes of Vax's oversensitive cock.

“Oh, gods,” Vax whines. “Take it easy, Percival. I can’t take much more of your cruelty.”

“Alright,” Percy concedes, his voice sounding a little amused. “I'll have mercy on you.” He releases Vax and turns his attention to you, slowly crawling up the bed while pressing kisses all over your skin. He hums in delight before saying, “You both did so well.”

Percy continues caressing your thighs, moving higher to kiss your hips and then the soft swell of your belly. He remains below your chest, leaving ample room for Vax to kiss your neck while skimming feather-light touches across your breasts. They take turns whispering filthy praises to you, saying how beautiful you looked as you rode Vax's face.

They know exactly what they're doing with their honeyed words and reverent touches. Fortunately for them, it's working like a charm. Your body grows hotter under their affection, and soon you ache for so much more.

“Percy, please,” you murmur while lightly tugging on his hair. “Just fuck me already.” The two men chuckle, clearly enjoying how desperate you've become now.

“I guess we've kept her waiting long enough,” Vax tells Percy with a smile.

Percy tilts his head with a grin but stops his teasing kisses that skirt around where you need him most. Finally, he readjusts to kneel back on his heels before palming himself through his pants. You take the opportunity to drag your eyes down his body, appreciating the way he leisurely works to unzip his pants and then pull his throbbing cock out from beneath his boxers.

With how torturously slow he exposed himself, it surprises you how quickly he tugs you closer, gesturing for you to kneel in front of him. He guides your body, pressing your back to his chest so you’re still facing Vax at the head of the bed. The rough texture of his clothes against your naked skin feels a little odd, but you shiver at the thought of Percy still fully dressed and desperate to be inside you.

Your legs are slightly wobbly, still feeling a bit sore in the knees from fucking Vax, but Percy keeps your thighs pushed apart in the perfect position for him to slowly slide into you. The stretch feels amazing, and the two of you sigh in unison once he bottoms out.

You can’t tell if it’s your arousal or your tired body that’s causing you to shake a bit, but Vax immediately notices the way you tremble. He’s still recovering from his previous orgasms, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and leaning closer to you, an adorably dazed but concerned look on his face.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Vax whispers. “Just hold onto me.” He pulls your hands to rest on his shoulders, allowing you to use him as leverage while Percy begins to fuck you at an easy pace.

While you get lost in the feeling of Percy’s cock, Vax’s lips trace the curve of your breast before moving to your collarbone and neck. He keeps lavishing your body with kisses, treating you like glass while Percy’s hands grip your hips roughly. When you start rocking your hips back in between thrusts, Percy takes the cue to speed up a bit, pushing himself even deeper as you gasp.

Vax’s fingers tickle your sides, briefly skirting past Percy’s knuckles with a knowing grin before sliding down to your swollen clit. He takes his time to tease you, playing with your clit at a languid pace while Percy sets a steady rhythm that makes your moans grow louder. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll last with these two men determined to make you come as fast and hard as humanly possible. They both know exactly what buttons to press to get the reactions they want from you.

Vax’s teeth latch onto a sensitive spot on your neck, and that somehow pushes you over the edge. You crumple in his arms, crying out from how fierce your second orgasm is. Neither of the men are surprised you came so fast. It was inevitable with the way Vax circled your clit with the same precision as before. What’s really surprising is the way Percy moans your name, his voice strained while he grasps your hips harder.

Vax takes the opportunity to get some payback for Percy’s teasing. “Going to come so soon, Percival?” he taunts.

“Oh, fuck off,” Percy replies through gritted teeth. “You would too if you could feel her right now…”

You can feel your muscles still pulsing around him, and you can’t help but focus your concentration on clamping down just a bit more. You like to watch him suffer just a little bit—and so does Vax, of course.

Percy curses in response before frantically asking, “Where do you want me to–”

“Inside,” you respond quickly. You wrap one of your hands behind you to hold onto his hip, urging him to stay where he is.

Percy doesn’t hold back any longer. He moans your name while spilling inside you. You gasp into Vax’s mouth as he pulls you into a kiss, allowing you and Percy some time to come down from the intensity of your orgasms. All three of you seem to sigh in post-coital bliss, and Vax helps you off of Percy’s cock before his cum starts dripping too far down your thighs.

They both help you lie down on the bed before Vax collapses beside you. But Percy looks like he’s not nearly done playing his little games. To be fair, you also still feel a little revved up, even after two orgasms. Regardless, that little glint in Percy’s eyes as he crawls back up the bed makes you shiver.

“Why do you look like you’re about to kidnap me, de Rolo?” you joke.

He cracks a smile but doesn’t stop advancing toward you until his face hovers over yours. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and says, “Just give us one more, dear.” It’s less of a command and more of a question. But he knows you’re not going to turn down another orgasm. Although you feel a bit fatigued, you’re greedy for one last round, so you nod your head.

Vax groans dramatically beside you. “Gods, really? The two of you are insatiable,” he teases, earning a sharp nudge of your elbow in his side.

“Don’t act like you aren’t either,” you argue.

“Touché.”

Your responding laugh gets cut off with a gasp while Percy coats his fingers in his remaining cum spilling past your puffy lips. He dips a soaked finger inside your cunt, testing your reactions before giving you a second one when you’re ready. He watches your face closely, mouth twitching in a smirk as his fingers curl at just the right spot.

Your back arches off the bed, and Vax slides a bit closer to gently kiss your body wherever he can reach. Without exchanging any more words with the other man, Vax already knows what to do to enhance the desire spreading throughout your body. He leans his head down to your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. In tandem, one of his hands glides down your body. His fingers tease your clit, occasionally spreading out a bit to allow Percy to flick the needy bud with his tongue.

The two of them work wordlessly with one common goal. They barely need to communicate to reduce your limbs to jelly, and you secretly love how experienced they are with your body language to be able to pull this off so expertly. The only sounds between the two of them are Percy’s whispered praises and Vax’s soft moans muffled by the sloppy kisses he presses all over your tits. When Vax’s eyes meet yours again, you realize your nails are digging into his bicep. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Percy.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry before you stutter, “I– I’m so close, please…”

Vax is the one to grant you permission this time. His lips curve into a smile against your skin. “Hm, then come for us, darling.”

The two of them continue their song and dance, watching every twitch and jolt of your body with bated breath. Vax’s eyelids flutter with desire, staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. And when you turn your head to Percy, you swear you see a hint of a sadistic grin before he bites down on your inner thigh, determined to leave marks as a reminder of tonight.

There’s no stopping your pleasure as it barrels into you with full force. Your chest heaves while you desperately try to catch your breath—although Percy is doing his damndest to prolong your orgasm just like he did with Vax. His fingers continue curling slowly a few more times, determined to wring every last drop of desire from your exhausted body.

Vax murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine with how the two of them take such care with bringing you down from your high. After Percy finally relents and pulls his fingers from your pussy, he flops down on the other side of your body, opposite from Vax.

Vax’s aftercare is always the best, but with Percy added in the mix, it’s like being pampered royalty. They take turns pressing tender kisses to your heated skin and brushing back the sweat-slicked strands of hair from your face. Percy dutifully pulls out a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the mess along yours and Vax’s lower halves, promising to draw a bath when you’re all ready for it. And Vax lets you play with his hair while he whispers how good you made him feel earlier. Percy takes a moment to check in with Vax too, making sure he didn’t do anything that made either of you uncomfortable.

After a beat of silence, Percy hums in quiet contemplation. “To think Scanlan was technically the reason for tonight…”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you interrupt with a groan. “That little shit fleeced me!” You turn your look of playful annoyance to Vax. “We would have won that damn bet if you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”

“It’s not my fault,” Vax says defensively. Although there’s a smug look on his face that says he isn't sorry at all. “Three days without your touch is a long fucking time.”

“Vax,” you say through gritted teeth, “you barely lasted a few hours, let alone one day.”

He chuckles with a shrug. “At least I lasted longer than the nobleman just did.”

His jab at Percy earns him a light backhanded slap on the chest from the nobleman himself, and you can’t help but giggle at the way they try to play-fight around your body. Regardless of how much these two banter, you know they equally enjoy each other’s presence. And no matter how much hard-earned coin was lost in that annoying bet, you’ll remember to thank Scanlan for his antics this time.

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hinumay · 7 months

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I've always wondered what does marquesian patterns look like? So I wanted to give a nod to Jarett Howarth 's Marquesian heritage, hmm I think it's nice to think that even in his time in service to Emon and Whitestone he prolly wore his Marquesian patterns to remind him of his home.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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How about 29. actions to make them happy for Vox Machina?

Keyleth took immense pride in her upkeep of her botanical greenery within the gardens of the keep and the potted vegetation on her window sill; she’d rise early in the morning to water them, moving the plants that needed the most light whilst keeping others in the more shaded areas of the room.

So when she awoke one morning to start watering her plants, the watering can she kept on the bedside table had been taken and before her thoughts could grow to harbour thoughts like ‘did I misplace it by accident?’ Or ‘did Scanlan have one too many and thought to use it as a toilet?’ The sound of your humming and the sprinkle of water from her watering can filled her ears.

Keyleth couldn’t restrain the tired smile that graced her face as she pulled herself out of bed, uncaring of her subsequent bedhead as she pulled open her widow and looked down to see you tending to her peonies, marigolds, daisies and Lily of the valley. “What’re you doing up so early?” She asked, curiously but the smile never left her freckled face.

“You looked a little out of it after the mission yesterday so I decided to take it up myself to take care of your flowers in your stead so that you may get some extra shut eye.” You told her as you sat the watering can down by your feet before your eyes widened in realisation before looking back up at Keyleth.

“Oh! In the kitchen I made you some food. I’m not great at cooking but I hope it’s to your liking, chuck it away if not, it won’t hurt my feelings in the slightest.” The more you talked the more Keyleth’s emerald green eyes glowed with love and affection at your kindness and selflessness to take up some of her tasks so that she recover as much energy as she could.

It may seem small to others but to the Druid, it meant everything and her heart couldn’t take how happy your actions made her day all the more better and it hadn’t even started.

Vax’ildan only ever had his sister for as long as he could remember. She was the only one whom he truly trusted wholeheartedly and he was content with that being his truth. He didn’t feel the need to hide whom he’d rather save in a heartbeat.

However he had yet to realises that his sister can’t be for him for every goings on in his life as Vex herself had her own life to navigate, she couldn’t keep holding his hand to guide him out of the dark that he got lost within every time either. So whenever he couldn’t find his twin, he would spend his time with the second closest person to him; you.

“Lost in your thoughts again, lil magpie?” You teased as you joined the rouge half-elf on the roof of the keep, seeing how his eyes were seemingly transfixed on the stars above. He scoffs halfheartedly at the nickname you’ve chosen for him. “Why’re you stilling calling me that? I thought we already discussed that I’m nothing like a magpie.”

“Yeah, you talked -well more like ranted- and I was relegated to the listening.” You retorted, shoving him by the shoulder, “and my reasoning for calling you that is because magipies are attracted to shiny, valuable things, they’ve got an eye for those things.” You look at Vax with soft eyes as you uttered your next words, “and so do you.” You broke eye contact with him and chose to look up at the stars instead.

“Look I don’t act like I know you and I don’t because your only showing what you want to show but some parts of me likes to think I do.” You chuckled, amused at your own delusion. “I know it’s stupid to think that but I’d really like to know the real Vax under this facade you’ve placed yourself in.” You spoke softly as you looked into his eyes again.

“It doesn’t matter how long I have to wait in order to see that side of you but I’m willing to wait for as long as you need me to. Try to push me away as much as you want, I don’t care because I’ll keep coming back.”

“Why?” Vax asked, unable to comprehend what you were saying, “why would you do that to yourself?” You shrugged, “your my friend and friend’s have each other’s backs even if the other doesn’t want it. You have my shoulder to cry on whenever you need to vent, cry, scream or just someone to talk to. I’m not that hard to find.” You told him and as you were about to leave him to his own devices, Vax reached out and grasped your hand, preventing you from taking another step.

“You’re not going to leave me out on my own in the cold are you? Besides I could use your company.” He said as he looked up at you with pleading eyes, squeezing your hand tightly like a lost child. “Of course buddy, of course.” You replied, squeezing his hand back as you sat yourself down by his side but neither one of you decided to let go of the others hand. Not just yet.

(Honestly didn’t know what to do for him so I thought, why not give him a friend whom he could open up to.)

Percy didn’t have the best track effort in looking after himself, seeing as he spent so much of his time in his workshop, tinkering, melding, wiring his newest invention together; completely devoid of any sort of awareness of the passage of time.

He frequently ignores his bodily needs and needs someone reminding him almost on an daily basis that he has to eat, hydrate and sleep if he wished to continue his little projects. In due to his bad habit, you took it upon yourself to be the designated person to go up to Percy’s workshop and drag him out by the ear to eat, drink, sleep or just to get a bit of fresh air.

You highly doubted being tucked away in that room with all his inventions certainly weren’t good for his lungs; especially when some of his mechanical works relied on highly reactive and or explosive substances such a gun powder to properly fulfil their function.

“Percy?” You knocked on the door, “just a minute.” Came his muffled reply, followed by some scuffling and before you could blink, the door opened to reveal the gunslinger. “You called?” Percy asked and from the smudge of soot across the brim of his nose, he was in the middle of some tinkering. Typical Percival behaviour.

“I just wanted to ask whether you’d wanna go on a walk with me through town you know? Just to get some fresh air and possibly to clear your mind?” You suggested, clearing your throat halfway through your words, as you now stood awaiting Percy’s answer. He seemed to contemplate on it for quite a bit, looking over his shoulder and back into the room then looking back at you before he sighed in definitive defeat.

“I guess I can accompany you as I have been in the midst of a struggle as of recently and I could sure use a change of scenery.” This was partially a lie, yes he was struggling with some aspects of his recent invention but overall he was just using that as an excuse to indulge you.

Percy wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing and for that he found you endearing. He knew his tendencies often caused him greater issues for future him to deal with but right now? a walk in town with you sounded like a great idea. He could even use this as an attempt to thank you for looking out for him, his bodily needs and mental health.

Percy truly didn’t know what he would do without you pestering him to take a break and eat but he’s sure a hell willing to make up for the hassle you put yourself through for him by making something truly as unique as you for he knew he was stubborn but he was happy that you hadn’t given up on him just yet.

Vex’ahlia as Vox Machina’s unspoken leader of sorts had put so much pressure on her aching shoulders. Nobody said being a leader was easy and she wasn’t saying it was easy either but still it didn’t make the cluster of thoughts within her head any more easier to navigate.

With some help from the rest of Vox Machina, you managed to get set up an archery range for Vex’ahlia to use whenever she felt pent up about anything in particular. You even enlisted the help of Trinket to lure her to the archery range as a surprise, also with the added fact that the half elf couldn’t stay as mad at Trinket for very long in comparison to how she’d get when the rest of you came across her at a very bad time.

“Why are we heading so far out trinket? Did you spot something?” You heard trinket grunt in response but you didn’t know whether it was an indication for you that they were here or a response to Vex’s question. It didn’t matter as you were already finished with the preparations by the time you visibly saw the bear and half elf.

“What’re you doing out here? Did something happen?” Vex asked once she saw you and all you did was move aside to show her the archery range you, Percy, Keyleth and Vax put up. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been a lot more pent up lately in, due to everything that has been happening so far, and decided that what’s a better way then to resolve that pent up anger then by shooting some targets as therapy.” You answered back honestly, watching on with bated breath at Vex’ahlia observed the archery with a observant eye.

“This is all for me?” She asked, already knowing the answer but the fact that someone did this for her benefit felt foreign to her. Needless to say she was skeptical but that didn’t meant she was going to look a gift in the eye. “Who else in vox machina is skilled enough to use a bow and arrow if not yourself?” You rhetorically asked as the edges of a smile appeared on the half-elf’s lips but quickly disappeared soon after.

“You didn’t have to go this far.” Vex told you, “but I thank you for having me in mind when coming up with this. I appreciate it.”

Pike was often left exhausted after combat but even more so after having to do double duty as one of Vox Machina’s pivotal healer besides Keyleth. So when she came over to finally heal your wounds, you immediately noticed the fatigue upon her face and immediately began to decline her aid.

“You’re hurt aren’t you?” She asked you, confused, her eyes locked on the wounds littering your skin. “Let me heal you and be done with it before they get worse.” You took a step back when she attempted to get closer to you again, causing the cleric to grunt. “What the hells wrong now?”

“I just don’t want you pushing yourself into healing me, your obviously exhausted from healing the others and besides from the lessons I’ve been taking from Kiki, I’ve managed to nail down some basic healing spells. The rest of my wounds will just have to heal the regular way.” You explained and just as you saw her face turn into one of dishearten, you immediately reached out to touch her shoulder.

“It’s not like I don’t want your help Pike, it’s just. I figured that we’ve come to expect so much of you that we haven’t seen the stress you’ve been under in order to continue meeting our standards when you shouldn’t.” You smiled softly at her as you continued. “So please if not for me then for yourself, take a fucking break. You deserve it more then anyone and if anyone needs you I’ll tell them to wait until you better rested.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to heal anything-“ “Pike!” “Fine, I’m going I’m going!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air as she walked back to her room to replenish her magic.

(I didn’t know what to do for her either but I thought that she’d needed a break from her constant overexertion of her magic. She needs a definitive break.)

Scanlan groaned as he opened his eyes to you letting in the golden light of the morning, shielding his eyes by burying himself deeper into his bed. “What the fuck happened last night.” He whined out to no one in particular.

You set down a glass of water along with a bacon and egg sandwich to help him with his predicament that you seemed to be responsible for resolving periodically that it had just became routine at this point. “Where do I start? You thought that I wanted to sleep with you-“

“Did you?”

“-no, stop interrupting. Now where was I? Oh yeah! You then proceeded to puke on an unsuspecting tavern patron and I had to haul out asses back to the keep, which leads us up to the here and now.” You finished explaining.

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Now eat up, we’ve got things to do today and-“ “thank you.” You looked over at Scanlan who was already halfway through his bacon and egg sand which and looking a lot better then he did a couple of seconds ago. “Whatever for?” You asked, “all I did was make sure you were in the right state of mind for the day ahead.”

“That’s exactly what I want to thank you for.” Scanlan said, “you didn’t have to do this but you do. Everything and I think it’s about time I speak my thanks to you. It’s nice to be cared for once in a while.” Neither of you said anything for a while but soon enough one of you had to speak. “It’s nothing to thank me for Scanlan, what’re friends for?” You told him softly as you left his room.

Unaware of the small smile on his face as he looked down at your bacon and egg sandwich that you’ve prepped for him. “Yeah…what’re friends for.” He uttered softly to himself as he continued to eat the rest of his sandwich.

Grog’s beard belt had been damaged in battle which upset the Goliath who had been grumpy for the remainder of the day, rubbing his fingers against his bare chin muttering, “naked, I feel naked.”

So in order to cheer him up, you took the belt to Percy in hopes that he could in the very least repair it and thankfully he could but voiced his disparity about the whole magic beard aspect of the belt; Saying that he wasn’t certain that even after he fixed it that Grog would never retain his beard ever again as magic wasn’t his field of expertise.

“We’ll have to take the risk.” Was all you told him in response.

Once the belt was properly fixed, you quickly rushed to place it back into Grog’s room before anyone could spot you of suspicious behaviour and the next morning, everyone was awoken by the Goliath’s bellows of. “MY BEARD IS BACK, MY BEARD IS BACK!”

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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Eyes on us

I’m just a poor little bisexual mess and @wild-karrde helped fuel this so enjoy! I ship Percalia so hard you have no idea and I would very much like to be sandwiched between those two

{my masterlist}

Pairing: Percy x Fem!Reader x Vex

Summary: You are invited to an intimate session between Percy and Vex'ahlia.

Tags: Explicit SMUT NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Threesome, voyeurism, praise and dirty talk, reader is on the sub! side, cunnilingus (reader giving), PIV unprotected sex (please wear protection irl), creampie, straight up p0rn without plot.

Word count: 1.5k

The only sound able to escape from you was but a small whimper. You felt the warmth on your back in the lack of space between your skin and hers; you could hear Vex laughing as she thought to herself how adorable you were when you were helpless.

“Gods, you’re adorable,” her silky voice slithered into your ear as she slid her hand down your torso. Her fingers eventually found your folds, and she slid them from your entrance and up your glistening cunt until they reached your clit, making you squirm in her grip.

You turned your head to look at Vex over your shoulder, and you saw that her eyes were already seeking yours, a devious smile curving her perfect lips adding to the sensuality of her gaze. Vex’s smile widened when she heard you gasp as her fingers began to rub circles on your clit, slowly as she watched intently into your eyes, as though wanting to get a glimpse of every reaction you had.

Her massaging on your cunt was luscious, sending beautiful sparks along your skin. Vex chuckled louder as she saw you relax and melt your body onto hers, your head leaning back on her shoulder as you let her have her way with you. She knew just how to work you, slowly, letting you enjoy the sweet torture of a steady buildup that would only explode with more intensity when you reached your peak.

Vex had taught you not to underestimate her.

“You’re so beautiful, love,” you heard her say into your ear again, the sound sending shivers down your spine as you felt the way she lifted her gaze to look at the person who watched from the wall. “Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”

You’d forgotten he was there. You willed your eyes to open and locked your gaze on the man who looked at you with equally beautiful eyes, green and determined to make you quiver.

Percy stood from the chair he was at, his body nude, skin smooth except for the scars that he carried with him. He made his way to the bed where you lay atop Vex, his gaze watching you with a blend of desire and adoration. His perfect lips curved into that smile that made your knees weak every time you saw it, making your cunt suddenly clench around nothing as your eyes traveled up and down his body.

Fuck, you wanted him.

“Of course,” Percy answered as his hand reached out to you, trailing his fingertips gently from your knee and up your thigh until he reached between your legs where Vex had already started.

Granted, he wouldn’t let that stop him.

Percy traced the lower half of your folds, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he chuckled in his deep voice before sliding a finger down your walls, his eyes meeting yours.

“Look at you,” he mused as his finger went in deeper. “You’re soaked, my love.”

You couldn’t help the loud, sinful moan that escaped you as you felt yourself drenching even more merely at his words, causing Percy to laugh softly at the sight of you. His long and slender finger curled perfectly inside you, giving you just the stimulation you needed to see stars as Vex continued massaging your clit.

For a moment, you were embarrassed at how quickly you were approaching your own release, but it was no wonder when you had finally gotten what you’d been dreaming about for ages. Absently, you heard Percy’s gentle praise as you lost yourself in the concept of him and of Vex, submitting yourself to your deepest desires as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you.

“Be a good girl and show him how you come,” Vex whispered into your ear and took the moment to nibble and kiss at your earlobe. “Let him hear those sweet noises you make.”

As she spoke those words, you looked into Percy’s eyes as he watched you with cunning, his smirk hinting at the smugness he felt when he slid a second finger inside you.

That man knew exactly what he was doing.

You couldn’t last much longer, and when you finally gave in, your body quaked in Vex’s grip with every wave of pleasure that shot through your veins. You moaned and whimpered loudly, not paying mind to who could hear you outside of the room.

You didn’t care.

All you cared about was the beautiful release you felt between your legs, both inside your walls and on your clit. You looked into Percy’s eyes when your orgasm was at its strongest, and for a moment he seemed ethereal; there was no way a man in the mortal realms could be that beautiful.

“Perfect,” Vex said when she stopped rubbing on your clit and let your body relax onto hers again while Percy slid his fingers out of you. “You did so good, love.”

“Come, now,” Percy lifted your chin up, noticing you were still dazed, even though he was addressing Vex. “You cannot be suggesting we’re done here.”

“Of course not,” Vex winked. “That is, if our guest is still up for more.”

You felt their gazes on you, making you flush, and you looked over your shoulder to meet Vex’s gaze again.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Yes, I am… I want you…”

You could have watched Vex giggling forever, but Percy caught your attention again as he gently directed your gaze back onto him.

“Turn around then, my love,” he said.

You felt you’d come again if he continued to talk to you like that, even if you came around nothing. Still, you did as he said and got up, turning around, feeling Percy’s hands kneading your hips as you bent over on all fours. You then lowered your torso closer to the mattress to be at Vex’s level as she relaxed her body back onto the mattress, parting her legs and giving you the perfect entrance.

She was beautiful, and you couldn’t put to words how much you wanted to taste her. When you were finally ready, you brushed your tongue over her folds—she was already soaked too—and delighted in her taste as you heard her let out a moan in that charming voice of hers.

You moaned into her flesh as you continued making love to her cunt, letting the vibrations of your own voice aid you as you pleased her; Vex’s head fell back onto the pillows as she gasped out in pleasure, but her eyes met Percy’s, who was watching intently from behind as you ate her out.

Vex grinned seductively at Percy as she let her hand travel down to your hair, fisting it while you brushed your tongue over her clit, but she could only keep up her lustful front for so long before she once again succumbed to the pleasure you were bestowing on her.

Meanwhile, Percy’s green eyes darted from you to her, until he finally positioned himself at your entrance and slid his cock down your walls, making you moan loudly as he entered. He let you get accustomed to him, and watched you some more as he did, before finally beginning to thrust into you with precise, calculated movements.

Percy’s pace wasn’t fast; he wasn’t in a hurry to make you squirm in his grip, but the angle at which you were tilted made him reach your deepest corners. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you felt the heat building up between your legs in no time. You heard him groaning softly behind you as he fucked you, his voice sending you into heaven itself.

It wasn’t long before you felt your walls tightening around him, and still, he wouldn’t fuck you relentlessly. In your second orgasm, you moaned deeply into Vex’s flesh, bringing her to her edge as you could tell from the way she held onto your hair.

While you were still riding out your orgasm, feeling as Percy deliciously continued to slide in and out of you, the room became filled with moans coming from the three of you as you simultaneously drowned in ecstasy, lasting until Vex’s body fell limp onto the mattress below her whilst you felt Percy filling you to the brink.

As the three of you relaxed, you felt Percy trailing gently kisses up your back, his arms sliding around you, entangling you in a gentle embrace. When he reached your level, he kissed your neck as he let his hands roam freely around your body, soothing you from the intensity of the two orgasms you’d just felt.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear before planting another delicate kiss onto your neck, chuckling at the way he evidently made you melt into his arms.

“I believe she’s welcome any time, don’t you agree, darling?” Vex spoke, her voice airy as she was still trying to recover.

“It will be our little arrangement,” Percy purred into your ear, smiling as he spoke.

You shivered in his grip, hoping to the gods it wouldn’t be too long before the next time came.

#moonstrider writes #vox machina #percy de rolo x reader #percy de rolo smut #vox machina smut #vox machina fanfic #percy my love #vexahlia x reader

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amandacanwrite · 6 months

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What if I wrote a fic set in the 1910's-1920's where Vax had to act as begrudging body guard to sheltered Keyleth in order to get vex out of hot water with some ne'er-do-wells.

What then?

#vax/keyleth #au #vox machina #vox machina fanfic #writing community #writers on tumblr #writing #authors #my writing #romantasy #historical fantasy #writeblr #fanfic #keyleth/vax fanfic #vax/keyleth fanfic #vax/keyleth au

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the-never-ending-one · 1 year

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Can anyone recommend any good spoiler free Vox Machina fanfics?

I've been watching through all the old episodes from the stream and I've reached episode 81 (c1). I really wanna read some good fanfiction on these lovable dorks, but I've stopped myself so far since I don't accidentally wanna get spoilers.

But mannnnn I've been craving it for so long!

So does anyone know any VM fanfics that are set in the time pre episode 82? OR one shots (or even full length fics) that don't really specify a point in time, nor refer back to any previous canon happenings?

#critical role #vox machina #fanfiction #fanfic #vox machina fanfic #the legend of vox machina #vaxleth #percahlia #pikelan #critical role fanfic #dnd #campaign 1

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theavengerfairy · 11 months

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Tales of a Wildflower: A Wildflower in the Woods (Pt. 1)

"Remind me why we have to forage food again?" Scanlan griped as he stumbled over the umpteenth gnarled tree root in his path, arms waving wildly as he struggled to regain his balance before he could faceplant into the softish but still entirely unappealing dirt below.

Vax'ildan shot Pike an exasperated look, "Remind me again why we didn't just leave him back at the camp with Grog?"

"Because the last time those two were put in charge of the campsite, they managed to light everything on fire—including the nearby pond." Though she tried her best to mask her own annoyance, some of it still crept through in Pike's voice as she carefully surveyed their surroundings for anything that looked edible.

"Riiiight, I remember now." Vax muttered, his eyes briefly flitting up to the leafy canopy overhead as he silently cursed his sister for snagging Percy and Keyleth for her foraging party. "Still don't know how they managed that."

"Well as much as I would love to share the story, what happened that night stays in that night." A cheeky grin stretched across Scanlan's face, but a moment later, it had already disappeared as he resumed his rant, "Seriously though, I know we're broke and all, but why do we have to go scrounging through the forest for some grub? Can't Keyleth just use a berry-growing spell or something like that-"

Scanlan's words dissolved into an incomprehensible yelp as Vax lunged at him without warning, grasping the gnome by the ankle just as he was lowering his foot.

"Keyleth learning a berry-growing spell later doesn't help us now, so why don't you shut your trap and start paying a bit more attention to your surroundings?" As he spoke, the rogue glanced up briefly at the bard's face before shifting his attention back to the small bag that sat innocently on the ground in the shadowy cover of the gnome's still hovering foot and a nearby bush. His free hand already at his belt, Vax'ildan unsheathed one of his daggers and cautiously prodded the small drawstring pouch with the very tip of the blade, his tensed muscles already buzzing with building energy that would send him flying backwards faster than one of Percy's bullets if the need presented itself. However, as the point of the dagger probed the bag, it only emitted a soft, crisp clinking sound as its contents shifted about.

In that moment, Scanlan's entire face lit up brighter than the morning sun, and Pike could've sworn she saw a tear welling in the corner of his eye.

"I know that sound! Oh and what a sweet, beautiful sound it is!" the bard sang with pure elation, his hand already reaching for the coin purse. "Forget nuts and berries! Tonight, we eat like kings-"

Acting again with inhuman swiftness, Vax flipped his dagger around before slamming the hilt against the back of Scanlan's hand, prompting the gnome to yelp again as he sharply withdrew it after pulling his foot free from the rogue's grip.

"Use your head a little, Scanlan." he chided, shrugging off the glare the bard shot at him. "A bag of coin just sitting in the middle of the woods? This has 'trap' written all over it."

"And even if it's just a purse, it's not ours to take." Pike cut in pointedly, giving both of her party members a stern look. "Someone probably lost it while traveling through here; they might be looking for it right now."

"Oooor-" Scanlan cut in with a singsong tone, "-and just go with me on this, you both are overthinking things and not seeing this for what it actually is."

Vax'ildan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh really? Perhaps you would care to enlighten us then?"

"Why, it's a blessing from the gods above, of course!" the bard trilled, gesturing showily to the sky as he lifted a beaming face of superficial adoration to the heavens above. "I mean, think about it. Anybody could've found this pouch out here, but who discovered it? Hungry, battered and bruised, down-on-our-luck us. I'd say we've earned a little charity, and whoever this pouch used to belong to has learned a valuable lesson today about keeping better track of their belongings."

Her arms folding over her armored chest, Pike continued to frown at the little bag while trying to ignore the dull aching in her stomach. "It still feels wrong to just take it without even trying to return it first."

Also still eying the pouch with an air of suspicion, Vax cautiously prodded it a few more times with the tip of his dagger, achieving the same results as before. "Our chances at finding the owner are very slim though, and if we don't take it, someone else surely will."

The rogue lifted his gaze to meet the cleric's, carefully deciphering the mixture of emotions that swirled in her pale blue eyes until she turned her head from him. This hesitation and guilt went deeper than pocketing funds that weren't inherently their own, but judging by her demeanor, she was not yet comfortable with broaching this greater dilemma just yet. He could understand and respect that. Even so, they ultimately still had a choice to make, and he had a feeling that if they didn't decide soon as a group, Scanlan would make the decision for them.

"Pickle, this isn't going to do anyone any good just sitting out here in the dirt." the rogue crooned gently, tilting his head slightly to one side as he tried to catch Pike's eye once more, "We could put it to good use. There's still a dragon we promised to fight, and facing it with empty bellies and low spirits won't do us any favors."

Though she didn't want to admit it, Pike knew he was right, and after a lengthy pause, the quiet sigh that slipped from her lips as her arms dropped back to her sides told her companions that she had relented. Grinning from ear to pointed ear, Scanlan hastily snatched up the coin purse and gave it a little shake so the sweet singing of the clanking coins could grace his ears once more.

"Now, lets see what we're working with here-"

Hardly had Scanlan's fingers brushed along the leather cord sealing the little bag when a deafening crash like thunder pounded against the group's ears, the earth shuddering ever so slightly beneath their feet. Fear stealing through each of their hearts as their minds were flooded with fleeting images of muted blue scales and gleaming white fangs that could easily bite any of them in half, Vax'ildan instinctively grabbed hold of both gnomes and darted beneath a small overhang tucked against a slope not too far from them, seemingly a den long since abandoned by whatever had created it. Peeking his head out only as far as was necessary in order to get a clear view, the rogue carefully scoured the sky for even the faintest hint of a foreboding shadow, but not even a stray stormcloud flitted across his vision as the pockets of light blue winked at him through the leafy canopy overhead.

"I don't see anything-"

At that moment, another booming rumble, louder than the first, pulsed through the air accompanied by a stronger tremor that sent a little cloud of loose dirt raining down on the three adventurers from the little hollow's ceiling. Vax swiftly ducked his head back beneath the overhang as Pike tightly gripped her holy symbol, muttering a silent prayer under her breath.

"Okay, that was definitely closer this time! What do we do?!" Scanlan whispered while pressing his back as flat as he could against the dirt wall behind him.

Pike nervously massaged her holy symbol between her thumb and forefinger, yearning for a hint of warmth or some other sign that her goddess had heard her. "Maybe it's something other than the dragon?"

"With our luck? Yeah right." Scanlan grumbled.

"Both of you, pipe down!" Vax hissed, still lurking along the edge of the little hollow as he strained to listen. Though the dull ringing from the thunder created some interference, his ears eventually detected the rustling of leaves combined with the shallow, rapid panting of something moving quickly in their direction. From what he could tell, the source was hardly large enough to be a dragon. Could it be someone else was out there with whatever had made that noise? What if it was one of their friends? What if it was Vex?

As the snapping of disturbed underbrush rang out from just beyond the mouth of the overhang and a vaguely humanoid shape darted into view, Vax sprang forward and clamped down on their wrist without a second thought, urged forward by the dribbles of icy fear that had leaked into his veins. However, rather than familiar hazel eyes, he found himself gazing into wide, pale blue ones framed by thick, dark brown bangs and the embroidered edge of a dark gray hood. At first, fright danced across the woman's face as she was jerked back towards him, but after a split second, a small spark of fire managed to shine through. As she raised her free hand, faint wisps of pale bluish silver light curled and weaved around her fingers before coalescing into bolts of crackling turquoise energy in her palm, which she slammed into the rogue's chest before he could react. Grunting in surprise and pain as the pulse of lightning coursed through him, Vax's grip on the woman slackened, enabling her to wrench free as he fell back. Not even sparing a glance behind her, she whirled around on her heels ready to sprint off, but she had barely taken a few steps before Scanlan's dulcet voice pierced the air.

"Hey, where you think you're going, baby?" he belted, magical energy dancing around his own fingertips now. "Scanlan's Hand!"

In a flash of brilliant purplish light, the phantasmal hand materialized directly in the woman's path, leading her to barrel right into its grasp. Large, translucent fingers curling snugly around her, the woman squirmed and writhed to no avail as she was raised aloft, her feet flailing helplessly a couple feet above the forest floor.

"...Well, this is a shocking new development." Scanlan chirped, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs courtesy of Pike's elbow.

A long, pained groan slipped from Vax's lips as he slowly staggered back to his feet, his body and the air around him still buzzing with residual electricity. Shifting his attention to his attacker, he observed the ornate staff she had accidentally dropped upon being snatched up by Scanlan before trailing his gaze up her form, making note of the sheathed dagger strapped to her thigh and the medium-sized satchel hanging at her side. Upon reaching her face, he could practically picture the gears of her mind turning as he watched her eyes dart about, analyzing as much as she could while she tried to calculate some solution for her current situation. However, the minute he reached for her staff, her attention snapped in his direction, icy blue eyes now fixed unwaveringly on him and him alone.

"Before you try anything else-" Vax stated just as the woman's lips parted, tongue already poised to spin another spell, "-keep in mind that there's three of us and only one of you."

"Is that supposed to frighten me? I'm not scared of you." she hissed in reply, the slight quiver of her voice undermining her words somewhat. "I won't let you drag me back there!"

Pike's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there's been some kind of misunderstanding." Scanlan remarked.

"You were waiting in the shadows and tried to grab me! What's there to misunderstand?" the woman fired back, still straining against the vice-like grip of the massive magical hand to no avail.

Scanlan shot a glance in Vax's direction. "...Okay, she kinda has a fair point."

Vax was about to reply, but the words on his lips vanished as the crackling of more disturbed underbrush somehow managed to overpower the faint ringing that still echoed in his ears. The slight shift in his expression was all the indication that the woman needed, and as those familiar silvery wisps of light danced across her fingers once more, Scanlan's spell combusted at the flicking of her wrist. The second her heels hit the soft earth after a brief freefall, she dove for her staff, but before the straining fingers of her outstretched hand could caress the cool metal of the shaft, a long, slender blur stole across her vision and a stinging pain shot through her palm. Yanking her hand back to tuck it protectively against her chest, she stared warily at the arrow that had just sliced a deep gash into the curve of her thumb and forefinger. Had its trajectory been even slightly off, it would've either pierced clean through the back of her hand or missed completely. The arrowhead just nicking her wasn't mere coincidence or luck; it was a warning.

Not a second later, two more blurs tore through the air, a pained yelp springing from Scanlan as one of the arrows struck his shoulder while the other slashed at the back of Vax's knee. All eyes snapped in the general direction from which the projectiles had come, and after carefully scouring the foliage, they spotted their assailant tucked up in a tree. The aarakocra archer already had another arrow nocked and trained on the woman, his golden eyes locked on her in an unblinking stare. Even more troubling, however, was the fact that he was not alone on the branch. On his left crouched a halfling while a kenku loomed on his right, both of which were also watching the group very closely.

Glimpsing some movement in his peripheral vision, Vax lowered his gaze to the space just beneath the tree and found multiple pairs of eyes staring back at him. He noticed the hulking minotaur first, followed by a half-orc, a human, and finally an elf. Seeming to gather than they had been spotted, the elf smirked and took a few steps forward with his comrades following not far behind, catching the attention of Pike, Scanlan, and the woman. At the sight of them, the girl's expression immediately hardened and her eyes darted briefly to her staff again, her mind racing.

"Hey guys, I think I know why Sparky here was running." Scanlan called out, wincing from the pain in his shoulder as he shifted his hand to hover over the strings of his lute again before adding, "Man, our luck really fricking sucks."

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dearest-sparksandstars · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role) Characters: Keyleth (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Drabble, Post-Canon, Alludes to major character death Summary:

“Hail to the Tempest,” came a voice, familiar and striking a long lost feeling down into her very soul like lightning.

#vaxleth #critical role #vox machina #vox machina fanfic #critical role fanfiction #vaxildan #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari

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dracoqueen22 · 2 years

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[TLoVM] Evidentiary Remarks

It was not the first time Percival had stood in front of a mirror to count his scars. He’d fled Whitestone with many of them, too numerous to count, too distantly placed to accurately note them all.

Ripley was thorough and merciless. There was nothing sacred, no place she had not kissed with a blade, no amount of pain she hesitated to inflict.

Percy would carry her touch with him for the rest of his life. He had come to terms with that. He hadn’t accepted it, of course not, otherwise he wouldn’t burn with the desire for vengeance so strongly. But he’d come to terms with the silvery lines and pockmarked flesh. Eventually, he stopped flinching at his white hair. Eventually, he recognized himself in the mirror.

He did not know then if he would ever successfully return to Whitestone. It was a hope, an assumption. He did not expect it would be so soon. He never thought he would come with friends, rather than alone.

Of course, he also hadn’t realized how strong a grip a demon had on his soul, but that was an entirely separate matter. His soul, Percival had decided, was a thing he could lose if it meant revenge against those who had stolen his family and destroyed his future. What did a soul matter in the wake of such things? What were scars but marks on a physical form he would soon abandon?

Now.

Now he realized he was going to live. He had a sister. He had his home. He was not the last corpse in the pile of his vengeance. He had to reckon with the concept of survival, of living, and all while enduring this bloody gash of a scar across his chest.

Percy stared into the mirror, and swore Ripley – who had lived, blast her – stared back at him, over his shoulder. He didn’t have to close his eyes to imagine her touch, it echoed across his skin in a thick, rigid line from collarbone to abdomen. It bisected his torso. There were numerous others, but this one was most prominent. It was coarse and ugly.

She was still alive.

Orthax was gone – and the Pepperbox with him, damn it Scanlan – but the rage still simmered in Percy’s veins. Of course he lived still. Anna Ripley did also. Percival could not rest until she was dust like her compatriots.

He stared at himself and dragged a finger along the hateful mark. The skin to either side of it was smooth, but here it was puckered and rough. He shuddered, remembering the dig of the hook, the dank stench of the dungeon, the tickle of Ripley’s hair against the side of his face.

Sadly, that may leave a mark.

Percy closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and opened them again. His right hand twitched, and he dropped it back to his side.

He turned away from the mirror, and pulled on his shirt, buttoning it from top to bottom in precise, careful motions. There was another scar on his right hand, in his palm. It was convex and ridged, but it was a scar of his own making. He rubbed a thumb over the puckered flesh. It was a scar rightly earned.

Percy was not a vain man. Well, only so much as appearances should be maintained for a de Rolo, but he still wondered what someone would say if they saw him. If they removed his layers and tried to count the silvery lines of torture. If they dragged their fingers through his hair, only to ask why he was a human not of thirty, but with brittle, white hair.

It was insanity to consider telling someone the truths of his past. He couldn’t imagine the explanation. A man of nobility, driven to the edge, to a pact with a demon, by a pair of necromantic demi-god worshippers? A normal person would run away screaming. Percy’s baggage was too much to carry for a normal person.

Fortunately, Percy was not surrounded by normal people.

He pulled on his coat, smoothing down the folds, each layer tucking neatly into place. His clothes were armor as much as anything else, a shield to the scars, inside and out. He pulled on his gloves, flexed his fingers, grimaced as the right’s reduced mobility tugged at the scar.

Whitestone was free. Cassandra lived, and now worked tirelessly to restore their home to its former splendor. Most of the perpetrators were gone, dead by the hands of the last of the de Rolos. Only Ripley lived, and not even she could hide for long.

Percy would find her, and he would end her. Not because of Orthax, but for his own sake. Revenge. Vengeance. Justice. Call it what you like, Percy knew he would not rest easy until he knew she was dead. She was dangerous. She was cruel. She would hurt others without compunction, same as she had hurt him, and hurt Cassandra.

She needed to die.

Percy holstered his new revolver and adjusted his newest invention in his glove. Bad News had been stripped and reassembled, improved to the best of his ability. He was ready for the next adventure with Vox Machina, certain that wherever they went, he’d find Ripley again. Vox Machina had a knack for finding trouble, and Ripley certainly qualified as such.

Percy would find her, and he would end her. Perhaps then, once he looked in the mirror, he wouldn’t see the evidence of unfinished business, but vengeance justly served.

One could only hope.

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#Percival de Rolo #percival frederickstein von musel klossowski de rolo III #the legend of vox machina #draco writes fanfic #vox machina fanfic #text contains elements of body horror and referenced torture

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hiii I love ur writing!

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

Hope that makes sense! Love ur work :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you say so…”

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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

Oh yeah!! Absolutely! 😍

This would fit all of them, especially Percy 🤣

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hinumay · 7 months

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just a really really looooooooooose sketch of Cassandra Johanna von Musel Klossowski de Rolo and dresses because i dont really know how to draw them

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Can you do deadweight part 3, I'm really loving it!

⚠️Spoilers for season two Episode 4⚠️

Kash and Zhara came back, not that anyone cared to acknowledge as they were too busy weeping over your body.

Kash insisted that a revival rite was to be performed while your body was still warm, insisting that it was hard a fuck to execute without fucking up somehow but as a golden cocoon encased you. No one seemed to take notice of the large looming shadow of the Matron encroaching you but Vax.

She slunk past him and stood over everyone before lowering a talon like finger towards your figure as it floated several inches off the ground but…everyone could tell something wasn’t right and it was only confirmed when Vax watched as the golden cocoon protecting you broke as easily as glass; shattering into nothingness as you landed into the arms of Your friends who’s panicked words fell on Vax’s deaf ears.

He could only heard his breath and his heartbeat as his blood ran cold when the Matron run her talon like finger against the golden string emanating from your chest like it were Scanlan’s lute string. It pissed Vax off that you were given this fate, a fate that wasn’t yours to bear but you happened to be there by pure coincidence.

He could tell by his sisters eyes that it was supposed to be her in your place but you acted valiantly and took the brunt of it instead. For that he couldn’t thank you enough for protecting his sister when he wasn’t nearby to do so. However this wasn’t how he wanted to see you go out and he wasn’t about to either because as the matron was about to pull your cord he yelled.

“Take me instead you raven bitch!”

The matron only spared him a glance before with a single flick of her wrist, the golden string emanating from your chest snapped.

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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Songs in a Tavern

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Pairing: Percy x Female OC

Summary: After being tricked into visiting a new tavern, Percy’s sights land on a peculiar elf he’s never met—but his joy will be overshadowed when the name Whitestone appears on the news.

Word count: 5.2k

Tags: Fluff, very slight notes of angst, alcohol consumption, vomit due to alcohol, foul language, some references to sex.

Songs: fall of the magister, evensong

The gunslinger’s features formed a question mark on his face as he looked up at the rustic building before him, his feet glued to the ground as his friends carelessly walked past him.

“Why do I not know this place?” Percy spoke up before the other three went inside.

“Because your nose is always too glued to your studies when we offer you to come,” the half-elf Vax responded with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” Percy said, his voice riddled with suspicion. “And why are we at some tavern and not at the new black powder provider…”

He trailed off, answering his own question.

“There is no new black powder provider, is there?” Percy facepalmed.

“Honestly, Percy, the fact that you even have to ask,” Scanlan chuckled as he smugly pranced himself to the porch of the tavern. “For all your wits, it was really easy to trick you.”

“Hell, it was easier to trick you than Grog,” Vax added.

“He just called you stupid,” Grog chuckled as he pointed a large finger at Percy, who swatted him away.

“Will you stop talking!” Scanlan jumped up and down. “I want to drink and get wasted and hopefully see that cute new performer while I’m at it.”

“Try to keep it under control,” Vax patted the gnome’s back. “We’re trying not to get banned from this one.”

“No way we’re getting banned, have you seen the way she looks at me?” Scanlan smirked as he combed his hair back with his hand. “She wants a taste of the Shorthalt, I tell ya.”

The gnome cut himself off as the other three men looked at him, their gazes riddled with doubt. Their tense silence was replaced by the start of music coming from inside the tavern, a mellow guitar melody that would soon pick up its pace accompanied by a delicate female voice.

“Op! That’s our cue,” Scanlan cracked his knuckles and opened the doors. “Follow my lead, boys, for tonight, we drink!”

The four of them walked in, with Percy pacing slowly at the back of the group, admittedly not entirely satisfied with the situation. He could think of better ways to spend an evening than watching Scanlan make a fool of himself chasing after a poor girl he was trying to bed.

The tavern, at least, seemed nice. It wasn’t too full, it didn’t house the lowest scum of Emon. It was decent; Percy would gladly live with that for a while.

Their ears were filled with the sound of the singer’s beautiful voice, and as Percy was distracted registering the details of the tavern, his concentration was hindered by Scanlan’s immediate calling.

“Alright, that’s my girl right there!” He went to stand on one of the chairs to catch her attention.

Singing as she was, her voice never wavering from the notes she so perfectly hit, her lips formed an amused smirk as she sang while she rolled her eyes at the hopeless gnome who insisted on getting her attention—of course Scanlan didn’t have a chance with her.

“She’s playing hard to get, lads,” Scanlan went on. “Giving me the thrill of the chase.”

“Right,” said Vax, skeptical. “I’ll get us the first round.”

And once he sat down, Percy finally looked upstage at the singer who’d caught everyone’s attention, and his green eyes widened behind his spectacles at the grace and beauty he witnessed.

She was beautiful. He could obviously see why Scanlan was so attracted to her, but then again, Scanaln would bed anything that moved.

She was a half elf, though it seemed she was more magical than the average, and she was not tall, rendering her soft, curvy body far more endearing.

But this woman had a mystical quality when she was on stage, her voice ringing in her listeners’ ears like an ethereal strand of magic as it harmonized with the guitar in the background, blending with the sounds of laughter and chatter from some of the other tables living their best lives that night at the tavern.

With her skin a light lavender tone, she stood out amongst everyone in the tavern; her long hair, growing from a midnight blue and fading into the same light purple towards the tips, fell down all the way to her hips in gracious waves that bounced delicately as she moved.

“Now are the days of wine and gilded arms! Now are the days when magic is reborn! Seal off the breach, the evil is no more Once and for all, victory is ours.”

And under her right eye was a mark of what seemed like a drop and a crescent moon in a pale yellow color that didn’t contrast much with her skin—it seemed too intricate to be a mere tattoo.

“Darkness, never ever rise again Darkness, never ever rise again…”

Percy was staring at her when Vax set down a pint of ale in front of him, his lips slightly parted as he watched the singer’s movements while she sang, listening to every word that left her in a hauntingly beautiful voice. He felt it stunning him, washing over his skin waves of chills that seemed to dance with her music.

In fact, Percy was so awed that he didn’t bother to notice when Grog took his pint of ale and drank it after chugging down his own.

“He’s smitten,” Vax said.

“I think he’s dead,” Grog grumbled, though he couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Hey, Percy, you still in there?”

“Close his jaw, he’ll drool onto the table.”

“Can I try punching him to see if he reacts?”

“You guys do know I can hear everything you say, right?” Percy spoke up, still looking at the singer.

“Well in that case, you look like an even bigger idiot than Scanlan,” Vax teased.

Percy tore his gaze from the singer to look over at Scanlan, who had left the table to stand closer to the stage to try and simp better for her, and she wasn’t even looking at him.

“I highly doubt that, Vax’ildan,” Percy replied with confidence.

When her song ended and the cheering and applauding filled the tavern, the lovely singer smiled brightly at her audience as she thanked them. It was natural for a performer to make eye contact with as many points of her crowd as possible, leading her gaze to finally land on Percy.

And it stayed.

It was something out of a fairy tale for Percy, the whole gazes meeting across the room scenario, and yet, he realized he was smiling at her, and it grew wider the longer she looked at him. From the stage, the singer kept looking his way, her smile seemingly also growing as her cheeks adopted a faint shade of pink, her demeanor further charming the crowd before her, a crowd oblivious to the fact that someone among them had sparked her interest.

Percy didn’t speak, he didn’t look away, he simply kept his high spirits, fueled by the charm of the singer who had caught him looking at her and smiled back.

“Oh, fuck,” Vax said. “Percy, no—”

“Percy, snap out of it,” Grog added.

Sighing, Percy looked at his two counterparts with a serious gaze. “What?”

“Quit gawking at her like that,” Vax chuckled.

“I’m not gawking, I’m merely interacting,” Percy replied, nonchalant. “It would be rude of me not to acknowledge her when she is smiling at me, but of course, neither of you know manners nor class.”

“Percy, you dumbass,” Grog said.

“You complete dumbass,” Vax completed. “That’s it? A girl smiled at you and you’re already planning a wedding?”

Percy rolled his eyes at the two.

“I mean, she is purty,” Grog looked at her as she prepared to sing her next song. “But… she’s a little too purty for ya, no offense.”

“She’s just being nice,” Vax talked over Grog. “I’m sure she smiles at countless idiots during her day, I can assure you she isn’t planning dates with every single one of them.”

“GUYS! GUYS!” Scanlan ran over to the table. “She looked at me while she was singing! You should have seen it, she totally wants me, I don’t think I’ll be going home with you guys today after all—”

“You were speaking of idiots?” Percy smirked over at Vax.

“You wanna fall down to his level?” Vax retorted.

As the singer took her spot at the center of the stage once more, she looked over at Percy again, and delicately, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I’d like to welcome the new faces we have in this tavern tonight,” she said while a handful of claps and cheers echoed her. “Make yourselves at home, boys.”

She didn’t want to single him out, knowing his three friends had been there many times before, and somehow, Percy knew that. It made him like her more, intriguing him further on who she was, why she was so kind…

Her guitar began to sound again, announcing her next song, all while Percy watched. It took her a while to acknowledge the rest of her audience as well, inevitably bringing a few gazes in the direction she’d been looking at, all of them wondering who could possibly have caught her attention.

“Hold up,” Scanlan frowned. “Why was she looking at you?”

“Oh, don’t dwell on it, Scanlan,” Percy replied.

“Um, I’m here making an idiot of myself—”

“As per usual,” Percy smirked.

“-and all you have to do is sit down and she’s already talking to you from the stage?” Scanlan slumped in the chair. “I wanna be mad at you, but damn. Talk about having a way with the ladies, you didn’t even lift a finger.”

“Want me to show you my ways?” Percy added with sarcasm.

“Maybe Percy’s advantage is he isn’t being a creep,” Vax said as he waved at one of the waiters, requesting a second round of ale.

“And he’s taller and better looking than you, Scanlan,” Grog teased at the gnome.

“Size doesn’t matter—”

“I beg you not to finish that sentence,” Vax interrupted Scanlan.

While the half-elf and the gnome continued bickering and the second round of ale arrived at the table—Percy made sure to grab his pint before Grog could claim it—he let his eyes wander around the tavern for a moment, realizing how cozy it actually was. People of different backgrounds were there, some simply drinking, others enjoying snacks or even a full meal, and others simply sat to enjoy the beautiful voice that entertained them, almost as much as he did.

And once his gazing was done, Percy looked back at the stage to find that her gaze was already on him, and as she looked away, a little smile curved her lips as she continued to sing.

Percy chuckled to himself; she was most endearing.

“I think I’ll send her a drink,” he said.

“Percy, no,” Vax said.

“And why not? Surely it can’t hurt,” Percy gestured at the waiter. “A drink for the lady, on me.”

“You’re wasting your silver,” Vax crooned.

“You must realize, Vax, that I care very little what you say on the matter,” Percy smirked.

Though Percy would hesitate to admit it afterwards, more hours went by in that tavern than they’d ever spent in a single night; usually by that point, they’d already gotten into a fight with others at the bar or gotten kicked out for making a mess, but that night, Percy was compelled to merely sit and listen to her sing, albeit with an arguing Grog and Vax in the background slowly getting drunk.

Luckily, the night seemed to end before anything catastrophic could happen, and Percy was just about to exit the tavern with a wasted Scanlan in his grasp when he turned around for one last look at the tavern.

Pleased, he smiled when he got a look of the singer receiving the drink he’d sent to her, which she’d been saving for the end of the performance, and she didn’t drink from it without herself looking one last time at the handsome new face that had delighted her with his presence that night.

“Percy, help me hold the door open, will you?” Vax slurred, somehow maintaining himself on his feet despite clearly being drunk as well. “I need to get Grog out—”

“Fuck!” Percy cried out just as soon as Vax was taken over by the weight of Grog, whom he was forced to let go if he didn’t want to be dragged alongside him down the tavern’s stairs. Grog rolled down them, unaesthetically, until he reached the ground with a loud thud and remained steady there, sleeping as though he were a baby.

Vax sighed. “Now we gotta drag him back to the keep.”

“I’d ask to use Scanlan’s hand if he weren’t so wasted as well,” Percy commented.

“We’ll make do,” Vax rubbed his temples as though willing himself to sober up. “Fuck, distract me or I’ll puke. Tell me what you liked about that singer.”

“I thought she was out of my league,” Percy remarked in spite.

“Do it or I’ll barf all over your pretty coat.”

Percy laughed as he went to one of Grog’s sides, helping him get up on his feet enough to wrap his arm around his shoulders while Vax took the other side, helping him walk.

“I’ve never seen anyone like her,” Percy began. “Or heard a voice so beautiful as hers. She has to have some sort of magic, I’m sure of it. Her ears aren’t pointing upwards like a regular elf’s, not to mention, her skin is light purple—that’s a color more often seen in the southeast of the continent, not around Emon. And that mark beneath her right eye, I wonder if it might have something magical as well.”

“Huh, I never thought your rambling would help,” Vax commented, admittedly feeling he could walk better.

The streets of Emon were unusually calm and quiet that night, and given their current state, Percy was grateful for the lack of crowd. He still wasn’t used to the late night life—just how long had they been at that tavern? Delivery boys from pamphlet publishers were already setting up to distribute the day’s current events, and as Percy observed them, he noticed they were just a bit more frantic than the usual news of Emon demanded.

One of the delivery boys caught sight of them and ran up, a pamphlet already secured in his little hand.

“Extra!” He yelled out. “Today’s volume is a big one!”

“Wish I knew what you meant, kid,” Vax said, a smile appearing on his lips the way it did whenever he’d interact with a youngling. “I don’t think we have enough spare hands for that right now, though.”

“You might want to get out of the big one’s range,” Percy added. “He’s bound to spit up any time soon.”

The boy grimaced at the remark whilst Grog let out a groan, clearly not holding up well. As if on cue, the boy’s name was called out, and he made his way running back to his group, accidentally dropping one of the pamphlets on the ground in front of Grog before he was nowhere else to be seen.

And as Percy’s gaze found the pamphlet’s front page, his curiosity getting the better of him, he felt the euphoria of the night dying in one disheartening thud.

Whitestone offering applications for migration!

Apply now for a chance to work par with Lord and Lady Briarwood!

“Percy…” Vax said.

At that moment, Grog began to struggle momentarily before spilling an unattractive load of vomit over the pamphlet. While Vax groaned out in obvious disgust, Percy felt some of his own tension dissipating, though the bitterness of reading those words would remain with him.

“Thanks, Grog,” Percy said quietly and began to move forward again, being mindful of not stepping over the puddle.

“Percy—”

“It’s of no consequence, Vax,” Percy cut him off. “Thank you, but no good will come of discussing it here.”

“Is there something you want to do?”

“Of course you won’t listen to me,” Percy groaned to himself.

They walked silently a few meters, once again finding themselves in a deceitful peace now clouded by what they’d just read.

“If it’s all over the pamphlets, people will be talking about it for days,” Vax said lowly.

“I’ll manage,” Percy said, his voice almost a growl.

“Well, at least know that Grog did what he could to avenge you,” Vax’s comment was meant to bring Percy’s spirits back up.

But all it did was remind Percy of what he had to do, as black smoke began to emanate from beneath the collar of his shirt.

Mornings would always be long after a night like the previous one; she’d sung for more hours in a row than she bothered to count, but often a cup of tea in the morning would suffice if she wanted to soothe the ache from working her voice so much.

She already knew what Anvor would say about it.

Aurora walked down the stairs still dressed in her nightgown; after how late work had finished the night prior, she hadn’t even bothered to braid it, and she was aware she looked like a mess. She hadn’t even had anything to drink, except for the cup of wine that had been sent to her by that handsome new stranger.

She began to grin to herself, wondering if perhaps she’d see him again soon.

Her headspace became occupied by a different cloud when she reached the bottom of the stairs. The house was little, and the windows were open on that bright and sunny morning, in which quite the fuss seemed to be going on in the streets. Aurora recognized more chatter than usual, which wasn’t odd once in a blue moon, and though she never bothered to listen to whatever they were shouting out, sometimes the words flew themselves into her ears without her willing.

And just as she was hearing the words “Whitestone” and “Briarwoods” Anvor emerged from behind the wall and headed for the front windows, slamming them shut in hopes of mitigating the buzz from outside.

Aurora remained frozen at the bottom of the stairs, recognizing that an attitude that brash was foreign in her adoptive father.

The large man leaned over the counter, sighing out in frustration as he turned around and finally spotted Aurora perched and watching him intently. He huffed and soon let out a chuckle; she reminded him of a little bird whenever she did that.

But he didn’t bring himself to speak and, silently, Aurora took her gaze to the kitchen table where golden slices of toast, jam, and butter lay arranged beside a jug of juice and a kettle of steaming hot water, along with a pamphlet lost between all the items.

“Pa?” She finally spoke up. “Is something up?”

“Nothing to bother you with,” Anvor replied, forcing his robust features to soften if only to keep Aurora from any worry.

But she knew him better than he knew himself, and there was little chance she’d let something as tense go by unspoken. Aurora walked over to the kitchen table and took a glass, pouring herself a generous glass of that sweet orange juice he’d prepared.

“I can see the pamphlet, you know,” she said as she took a seat. “You didn’t make much of an effort to hide it, and I heard what they were saying.”

“It’s nothing but a load of bad news,” Anvor still leaned over the counter, his eyes tense as though they were reliving his darkest moments. “I pity and pray for the people who will go there.”

He was running his hand over his ashen gray beard until he forced himself to snap out of it and bring his dark green eyes back to Aurora, who still watched him closely, taking little sips at a time from her juice.

“We dislike Whitestone for reasons not unknown in this house,” she spoke, her voice soft. “But why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything?”

“It’s a hunch I won’t bother to explore now,” Anvor walked over to the table and took a seat in front of Aurora, reaching a large hand out for the kettle as he poured a cup of spearmint tea with honey for her. “Drink up.”

Aurora chuckled. “I knew it.”

“You sang for a long time last night,” Anvor gave a hint of a smile. “You sounded great, you really did. But I don’t want you overworking yourself, that was—”

“The one condition for letting me perform, I know,” Aurora completed.

“You’ll do less time tonight,” Anvor said. “If I keep you there for hours on end, people will start to think I’m exploiting you.”

“Since when do you care what people think?” Aurora teased before taking a drink from her tea. “Mm, this is great.”

“Aurora,” Anvor raised a brow at her.

“I’ll do one hour and a half tonight, forty-five minutes each half with an interlude, and I’ll finish early,” she said. “Sound good?”

“You’ll do one hour,” he said. “It’s either one hour the next two days in a row, or one and a half and you rest the day after.”

Aurora’s gaze wandered over the table until she smiled at a piece of toast that seemed to be calling her name. She took it and coated it with a thin layer of raspberry jam she’d made a few days prior, one of her favorite recipes, and finally looked up at Anvor.

“One and a half hours today, and I’ll rest tomorrow,” she said. “I’d like to finish early, like I said.”

“Why?”

“It’s a full moon,” she said as she bit her toast.

“Ah,” Anvor acknowledged. “Is it a full moon again already?”

“Yeah, it’s gone by fast,” she said. “I’d like to spend some more time with her to thank her.”

“Well then, you do you so long as you’re taking care of yourself,” Anvor drank from his orange juice.

“There’s a lot to talk to her about,” Aurora smiled. “Also, is it me or did we have a fuller house last night? It seemed like we did from upstage.”

Anvor let out another sigh. “We’ve picked up some new regulars along the way.”

Aurora tilted her head. “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Anvor chuckled. “Yes, it should. So long as they don’t make trouble.”

It only felt reasonable that Anvor wouldn’t want his tavern trashed, especially not within the first couple of months of her performing in it.

Like anyone who worked at a tavern in Emon, Aurora would have a fairly relaxed day, mostly full of doing house chores and running errands to make sure the tavern would keep running smoothly and have everything in supply. She knew how it all worked; she’d been managing it since she was a teenager insisting on helping out her Pa with his work. He’d been reluctant to let her help out with the management, but she’d proven herself more than capable.

Getting him to let her sing was a different story, one that made Aurora chuckle every time she remembered it.

But as lighthearted as she tried to make her day be, the news about Whitestone offering citizens of different kingdoms and villages lodging, education and work within their walls.

Logically, only a village with a shortage of population and labor would recur to such measures, which Aurora found wasn’t a good sign, not after Whitestone had hardly been heard of for years after the great raids.

People had mixed feelings about it on the streets. While there were definitely crowds willing to sign up for their chance at a life elsewhere, there were some whose features tensed when the subject was brought up, particularly those among the higher classes. All Aurora knew was that she’d be among the latter; she couldn’t see herself happily making plans to go to Whitestone.

It was being talked about everywhere.

She tried not to pay much attention to the news for the rest of the day, especially considering the fact that the moon would be full that night. It called for happiness, gratitude, fulfillment, things that wouldn’t be possible if she continued to focus on her past. The day went by quicker than she expected, which only meant it wouldn’t drag in boredom while she waited for the night to arrive, and with it, a new possibility.

Granted, not every customer returned two nights in a row to a tavern, especially not one whose first time it had been previously, but Aurora still had hope.

But during her first round of singing, she didn’t see the stranger there. She didn’t even see the charmingly idiotic, hopeless gnome that appeared to be somehow related to him. The crowd was filled with familiar faces who loved to hear her sing, but the mysterious, handsome man with white hair, bright green eyes and fine clothes and round glasses was nowhere to be seen.

Aurora had hoped that he’d arrive during the second half of her performance, but she had no luck either.

By the time she was done, she tried to hide how disheartened she was and gave Anvor the sign that she was leaving before she headed out the back door. All covered up with her favorite long, cozy gray sweater, she felt the cool night breeze was a blessing on her skin.

In the sky, the full moons were already rising, both floating close together and illuminating the night with their ethereal magic. Aurora smiled and took a deep breath of the night air she loved so much before walking down the alley and reaching the front side of the tavern. She’d return home to her set up in the backyard; it was small, but it always sufficed for whenever she wanted to spend some time with the larger of the moons.

As she recited her intents in her mind, barely having paced a few meters away from the tavern, Aurora only managed to lift her gaze just before crashing into someone much taller than her.

She wobbled back, and it wasn’t until a pair of strong hands stabilized her and kept her from falling that she let the truth sink in as she saw the bright green eyes in front of her shielded by round glasses, eyes who seemed just as surprised to see her.

He bashfully let go of her, and his features seemed to soften as if he’d been frowning all day and only managed to relax until then.

Meanwhile, her eyes seemed to gleam like the moons. “It’s you…”

The man scoffed, a smile forming in his lips. “I didn’t expect I’d run into you here.”

“Me either,” her features lit up. “I was beginning to think I wouldn't see you at all tonight.”

“I’m afraid that was the initial plan,” he answered with a hint of a sigh. “But between us, this day has been tiring and I need a drink.”

“Well, the tavern's right here,” she said. “Make yourself at home.”

He was about to walk past her, to continue on his way and leave her to her own business when he stumbled in his own steps and faced her again.

“Is it possible you might know whether the most recent news is being discussed in there?” He spoke with a grim edge to his beautiful voice.

“You too, huh?” Her features softened in sympathy. “I haven’t liked hearing it over and over either. As far as I know, the subject’s not even being touched in there either, so you should be safe from all the gossip.”

“That sounds excellent,” he smiled softly at her as he felt his tensions slipping from him.

Aurora brightly grinned back at him, and as the breeze seemed to cool between them, their gazes met, and he only then noticed the pale gray of her eyes and how it looked stunning against her lavender skin.

“I loved hearing you sing last night,” he muttered.

Aurora’s cheeks began to glow a deep pink as she continued to smile widely at him. “Thank you… I’m so sorry, you’re only just catching me now at the end of my performance. I’d like to go in for a drink with you now, but I told the owner I’d be heading home.”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied. “There will be other nights, I assume?”

“I’ll perform again the day after tomorrow,” Aurora said. “Now that you’re here, I’d change that, but the only reason I was able to perform for as long as I wanted to tonight was that I promised I’d rest instead of overextending.”

He chuckled softly at her, the sound dazzling every nerve of her body.

“I understand,” he said.

“Although… I’ll still be at the tavern,” she said. “If I’m not performing, I’m usually cooking or at the bar, in case you want to stop by.”

He chuckled again in response, his green eyes meeting her gray ones. “I’ll see to it that I can.”

“Great,” she blushed.

“May I know your name?” He spoke cautiously, as though not wanting to overstep.

But Aurora only kept smiling at him, her eyelashes batting unintentionally at the tall man.

“Aurora,” she spoke.

His own smile seemed to widen and soften as if he was being soothed by knowing her name.

“Charming,” he said. “I am Percival… or Percy, whichever you prefer.”

She looked as if she were in a dream. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Percival.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he said as his gaze drifted downward until it landed on the choker around her neck, a light gray band decorated by an intricate white gem carved into a shape that resembled a leaf.

“Is this moonstone?” Percy reached out to touch it.

Aurora felt her heart would leap out of her chest. “Y-Yes, it is.”

“It looks lovely,” he smiled at her as he retracted his hand.

She looked away, bashful, giggling softly while she did nothing to try to hide how flattered she was. In return, Percy found her demeanor as endearing as he expected it would be, and for a moment he couldn’t believe she was real.

Aurora met his gaze once more, her eyes wide and warm, dreamy as she looked at him.

“I should probably head home,” she said. “Though I hope to see you soon.”

“I hope so too, Aurora,” replied Percy. “Will you walk home by yourself?”

“Yes, it’s not far from here,” she reassured him. “It’s safe, I promise. You go into the tavern and try to have fun, will you?”

“If you’re sure,” he said. “Good night, Aurora.”

“Good night, Percival,” her voice was equally enchanting, enough to soothe him for days to come, haunted by the adoration with which she spoke his name.

It was harder for her to move away from him than she would show, and even after walking away, she would look over her shoulder at him, while Percy wanted to wait outside the tavern until she was out of sight.

It wasn’t enough not to see the other; Percy felt he didn’t quite want to enter the tavern anymore, and on the other hand, Aurora didn’t quite want to return to her home so soon, for it seemed the two would rather spend the night talking away underneath the light of the moons.

Thank you for reading!

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