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sir-phillip-crane · 2 years

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

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

Scanlan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to get to your rooommmmm.”

“I loveeee youuuuu.”

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

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

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

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

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

Percy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What… Did you say?”

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

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

And gods know you say yes.

Vax’ildan

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

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

He never had his father. Fuck him.

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

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

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

He never really expected they’d lose him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VM gathers, worried and sobbing.

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

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

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

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saphirered · 1 year

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Hello hello my lovely!! English is not my first language I hope this is fine 😊 Can I have a request with Morning for Mollymauk? Fluffy if possible!! 💜

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! Went true Mollymauk cutesy with this one so I hope you like how it turned out! 😘

First thing in the morning, minds returning to consciousness, decently rested after a long day before, Mollymauk feels cold. No amount of additional blankets can keep at bay the ice in his veins, and his infernal blood has been quelled. He supposes it might have something to do with the turning weather, the summer heat being exchanged for a frigid cold, far too cold for his likings, and the worst is yet to come, but such a thing is easily remedied with the right company. He opens his eyes and there he sees, wrapped in a blanket of your own, a true beauty. Shoulders slumped, legs pulled up on the wooden chair. You pick pieces of fruit and cheese from a plate and nibble at them quietly. Your hair’s a mess. You’ve not made an effort to get changed into your day clothes which only shows Molly you’ve not yet made up your mind wether it is best to join him or brave the world beyond this bedroom door. He’d make an argument about it being far too early but given the muffled bustling from the tavern below, and the people outside in the market square, he doubts that is the case. The sliver of daylight from between the drawn curtains illuminates you just perfectly and only confirms; you truly are a sight to wake up to.

Groaning he stretches into a half-seated but still very much slouched position, adjusting the pillow to be more comfortable. When his chest falls bare to the cold air he regrets it instantly and pulls the blankets closer around him. You watch from your spot popping a grape into your mouth mumbling something along the lines of ‘good morning’ though you’re hard to understand clearly in your own groggy morning state.

“Did your mother not teach you it’s rude to speak with your mouth full?” Molly’s voice is still heavy with sleep but your response wakes him up a bit more because next he knows a grape hits him in the face and you’re giggling. He simply reaches for the fallen grape as it lies on the blankets, tosses it up and catches it in his mouth.

“Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to steal food from someone else?” You mimic his tone of voice crossing your arms playfully.

“Besides the fact I don’t know if I even have a mother I’m not sure a blatantly discarded grape counts as stealing food. I’d say it was abandoned and I found it.” Molly tries to be a smart-arse as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, just right in time to catch another grape thrown his way in his mouth and so you toss another, and another. “If you were going to feed me breakfast, love, I’d prefer you do it here in bed instead of ten feet away where I can’t even repay the effort appropriately.” You might have made a comment about nothing to do with him being appropriate but decide to hold your tongue for now.

You seem to consider for a second before you get up from the chair, take your plate and saunter over to the bed where you take a seat on the opposite end, right where his feet lay hidden beneath the blankets. You keep your own blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you put the plate on the abandoned side of the bed where you once resided. Molly whispers some choice of words under his breath and sits up further until the only distance between the two of you is caused by his bent knees. His back falls bare and he shivers.

“Oh, my poor darling, not a fan of the cold, are you?” He begins playing with the edges of the blanket you keep around yourself. You take a piece of cheese, take a bite.

“Only because you’re not here to keep me warm.” He winks and so you offer the remainder of the slice of cheese to him. Molly takes it between his teeth as he tries to adjust himself and eat it. In this motion he manages to grab the bottom of your blanket and pull it away from you and wraps it around himself in one fast motion leaving gawking. Suddenly you’re the one exposed to the cold air and wrap your arms around yourself, curling up to preserve what warmth you can. In reality it’s not so bad but you’ll put on the performance for the circus man if you have to. You’ll do it gladly for this little game.

“Rude!” You exclaim as the tiefling clicks his tongue and tilts his head all too innocently.

“You know, love, I think I’m okay. It’s not that cold anymore.” He moves for the plate and you dive for it too. You’re quicker this time and snatch it away just before he can reach it, putting your leg between yourself and him, foot flat against his chest to keep him out of arm’s reach, even when you feel his hands grab onto your ankle and try to move it. You’re at an advantage given your position.

“And this fruit, delicious. There’s even some cherries. Those are your favourites, if I recall correctly. Such a shame I’ll have to eat them all alone.” You purr deviously popping one in your mouth with an amount of sex-appeal Molly rightfully is proud of.

“Yes, yes. Such a shame I’m perfectly content under these warm soft blankets.” He brushes his fingers along your ankle, calf, and up your thigh so lightly he knows it causes goosebumps. “You’re not getting cold, are you? Oh dear.” You play it cool, as much as you can and eat another cherry musing as you do about how delicious it is.

“Not at all, but thank you for your concern, darling. I think I’ll just finish my breakfast downstairs, though. See you when you’re ready to crawl out of that cocoon of stolen warmth?” You blow him a kiss as you try to pull free your leg. Molly lets you go as you catch him off guard and you get up from the bed, walking around and making your way towards the door.

“Now hold on. No need for such drastic measures. Truce?” He takes the stolen blanket from around him and offers it to you. You tap your chin and hum. When it takes a little too long, Molly unwraps the blankets around him and opens them up, moving more towards the centre of the bed, as if to show there’s plenty of space for you. He gives you a look you simply can’t refuse but you feign indifference as you turn back to the bed and sit on the side. You take a cherry from the plate and hold it between thumb and index finger, think just a little longer to where he hesitates what you might decide next, but then you bring the cherry to his lips and Molly happily takes it from you, victory in his eyes as much as satisfaction. The cherries really are delicious. This was a good deal.

You put the plate in his lap once he stretches his legs and curl against his side as Molly throws an arm and therefor a solid couple of pounds worth of blankets across your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. There you sit together nibbling away at breakfast. This is a good morning.

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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"You are not leaving, are you?" for a vax x reader maybe?? angst with a happy ending?? thanks!! I am looking forward to ur writing!!

Hope you like it! Also, sorry if this is bad or a bit dramatic but I got carried away a little

After the last battle your relationship with Vax’ildan was a bit more distant.

You had failed the mission to kill the beast, resulting to the death of a young couple that was there.

Their deaths had affected you all.

He didn’t talk to you, avoided to meet you and always found excuses to leave when you were entering the room.

This night you were sitting near the fire place reading a book when you heard Vax entering.

“Is Vex here?” he asked you avoiding to look at you.

“No, but she’ll return. You can wait her here”

“No, just tell her to find me”

“Vax, why are you avoiding me?”

“I don’t understand what you mean”

“Oh, you know very well what I mean” you hissed. “You are avoiding me Vax! Everyone has understood it! Why? What have I done to you?”

Hearing your words he sighed and turned his back to you walking to the door.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“I do not want to make this conversation right now. We’ll talk later” he said and opened the door to leave.

“Why don’t you just answer me?! Are you so coward that you can’t even look me in the eyes?”

“You wouldn’t understand anyway” you could hardly hear his voice.

“Try at least”

The rogue sighed and turned to face you.

“Seeing that couple laying on the ground, I- I was scared because - I-um-I love you” he blurted out.

“What?”

“And I was afraid that if I loved you, there was a chance that we- I - I would lose you too”

It was the first time the rogue had lost his words.

“But I love you too, Vax. From the day I met you, all this years, I have loved you”

His eyes softened, and when you stood up and went in front of him, he kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft kiss but a kiss that showed your lust and love for each other, all the time you waited for this moment.

Vax put his arms around you not wanting to let you go.

“I’m sorry” you whispered resting your forehead against his.

“No, I am sorry”

#vax x reader #vax'ildan x reader #vox machina x reader #critical role x reader #critical role x y/n #My writing #creative writing

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munson-master · 2 years

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Well…shit | Eddie x Reader

Summary: Dustin accidentally sets off a trap during the campaign that ends up killing y/n’s character. (Based off of Critical Role C1E44)

Part Two Part Three

“The feather-covered sarcophagus opens, revealing a skeletal corpse surrounded by fine gold and silver jewelry. It is wearing a set of jet-black studded leather armor bearing a series of runic engravings and carvings and trimmed with black feathers. What do you wish to do Henderson?”

“We should do an investigation Che-“ you start to say only to get cut off by Dustin.

“I go over to the tomb and start to remove the armor” Dustin’s voice shouts over yours causing Eddie to snap his eyes really quickly to his girlfriend before looking down and flipping through pages of notes.

They had already been playing for three hours and after finally defeating the beholder, the party was exhausted of hit points but elated from their win. The group had decided that gathering the loot from the tomb before resting would be the best idea since the game would end at rest. You and Dustin both had your figures standing next to the sarcophagus as Eddie narrated.

Eddie’s eyes move rapidly in between Dustin and you as he sit in silence for a moment. Eventually he looks down at his notes and it’s obvious he’s thinking a mile a minute but the only words that come out are “make a saving throw”

“W-What?” Dusting squeaks while y/n roles her eyes.

“Oh my god Dustin I swear to god if this hits me… I only have 32 hit points left!” You shout at him reaching for you lucky dice.

He ignores you and quickly rolls.

“Nice! Natural 20 babyyy!” Dustin shouts, giving Mike a fist bump. The joy from his high roll isn’t shared though as Eddie glared at him before looking over to you face falling blank.

“Sweetheart I’m gonna need you to make a dexterity saving roll.”

“This is why I said to do an investigation check Dustin! If I survived a beholder just to get knocked out by some dumb trap I’ll kill both of you!” You shout as you angrily grab your dice and begin your roll. You were anxious, you took a real beating from the beholder and only had 32 HP left, a heavy blow could completely knock you out.

Finally letting your hand open, the d20 go, it rolls across the table to land right in front of Eddie.

Your eyes move from your dice to his dark brown eyes looking for reassurance. He winces looking back at you.

You had rolled a natural one.

“Well…shit.”

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* Five Months Prior*

You were panting as you finally made it to the only local game shop in Hawkins. You had ran straight there after your shift at the Palace Arcade had ended. The new Dungeons and Dragons issue came out today and you needed to get your hands on it.

DnD definitely wasn’t a popular interest that most girls your age had but honestly you didn’t give two shits about that. You never really gave much thought about ever fitting in because to be honest it wouldn’t matter anyway. You were a military brat and your parents moved around a lot so you never had the chance to settle down and make friends, let alone worry if you were going to fit in.

That’s kind of why you were so into DnD, in the game you could be anyone you want, create roots and a home and characters that you can relate to. So despite everything In your life being out of your hands; even if you didn’t stay in one place for very long, in DnD you could live your life the way you wanted. All the moving did make it hard to actually play the game though. Finding a party alone was difficult but finding a party that would let you, some new girl, join was ever harder. You took what you could get though and if you couldn’t play in your location you would at least be able to read up and build your character more.

You had just moved to Hawkins about a month ago with your mom while your dad stayed at a military base two hours away. School hadn’t started yet so you didn’t know if there were any DnD clubs but you did know that there was a local store that sold dice sets and players handbooks.

You finally found the issue you were waiting for and went to grab it but when you reached out your hand landed on top of another much larger, ring adorned hand. You gasp and pull your hand back quickly.

“I am SO sorry” you quickly apologize, and without looking at whoever the hand belonged to you take a few steps back. You found it better to apologize first especially when you were alone in a new place. In your experience most people in rural towns like this have treated you less than kind before.

“Woah Woah! It’s alright sweetheart. You want this?” The hand reaches out holding the magazine you both reached for. You finally look up to see a young man wearing a vest with pins and patches for various metal bands. His head was adorned with shaggy brown hair with a bandana tied around it. He made a sideways grin.

You slowly grab the issue he was holding out and clutch it to your chest as you can’t help but stare at the young man. He was fairly good looking but what caught you the most off guard was how kind his eyes seemed. You were obviously getting lost in thought while staring at him in silence which brought an ever so slight blush to the boys ears.

He looked away and cleared his throat while rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you play?” He asked nudging you out of your trance which immediately embarrassed you. You flushed pink and swallowed hard before responding.

“I would like to. It’s hard to find a party when you’re always the new girl.” You grumbled as you watched him grab another issue for himself.

“New girl huh?” He looked back with a smirk before reaching back out with his hand. You hesitate before grabbing it giving it a shy shake as his grip tightened slightly.

“Well new girl you could always join Hellfire. I’m their DM so what I say goes. We meet in the drama room at Hawkins high.” He points to his shirt that you can now see reads Hellfire Club with a red devil and some other doodles . Eddie seemed slightly nervous when asking though, his eyes looking anywhere than at you.

“Hellfire?? Isn’t that just…perpetuating the stigma that DnD is satanic?” You question while putting one hand on your hip. You already had the hardest time convincing your mother that you weren’t sleeping with the devil and sacrificing baby’s or whatnot.

“Hey it keeps out the undesirables and makes it safe for lost sheep like you.” He shrugs and then shoots you a wink.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile gracing your lips. “Well I don’t know about lost sheep or whatever but maybe I’ll see you around …?” You drifted off not knowing what to call him.

“Eddie! Eddie Munson, hopefully your new Dungeon Master.” He starts to back away again tucking the DnD magazine into his vest. “see you around new girl.”

“Y/N!” You call after him as he turns, stooping him for the moment. He looks back over his shoulder at you a smile growing on his face with an eyebrow raised.

“My names y/n.” You finish as he send another wink at you before leaving.

Maybe….maybe you won’t have to be alone this time.

*back to the present*

The table fell silent, all eyes going from you to their dungeon master who let his bangs fall in front of his eyes. The entire group sat on the edge of their seats waiting to see what Eddie was going to say.

You waited with baited breath, knee bouncing up and down while you watched your boyfriend take a deep breath before narrating what happened next.

“A deep rumbling from below can be felt before dark shadows creep up out of the sarcophagus! Dustin, you notice quickly and back away, just out of the smokes reach.” He moves Dustin’s figure back before looking up at him anger clearly showing on his face.

“Eddie…?” You ask as he takes a little to long glaring daggers at poor Dustin who is visibly sweating at this point. You know how serious Eddie takes DnD hell you are just as into as he is. You spend most of your time after school everyday just talking through campaign ideas or finding new items or monsters to include in the next session. You spent hours together looking over different DnD magazines. It’s how you met, how you grew closer, how you fell in love.

He also knows how important it is to you. He was there as you spent hours researching new spells and actions for your character development. He listened to every detail about your character without ever interrupting or growing bored. He knew how important this character was to you, to the whole party really. You had been playing for a little under five months together. You all felt really attached to each character they felt like extensions of yourselves.

So when Eddie finally looked up, his face grim, eyes somewhat misty, you took a breath. You held his gaze watching him clench his teeth, your hands flying to your mouth.

“The shadows go through you knocking the breath out of you. You take 56 points of necrotic damage.” He spits out through clenched teeth.

“No…no way!” “Wait wait what happened!” “Oh no no”

Each member now shouting over each other scrambling for their handbooks.

You don’t even notice though as tears fill your eyes. He holds your gaze, neither of you looking away as the party scrambles around you.

“Wh..what can we do??” Mike asks Eddie, waiting for some kind of response.

After not getting one Dustin asks a little louder “DM?! What does that MEAN??”

Eddie finally looks away from you and to the rest of the party. He was the dungeon master after all the show must go on.

“Y/C/N falls back, the breath leaving her body in one final woosh. Her body grows cold…the light leaving her eyes.” He slowly reaches and puts your figure on its side.

You gasp again finally letting a tear slip out. You know it’s just a game. You know it’s not real but still you were so into it. So invested. You and Eddie made this character together. If you’re dead you can’t participate in his amazing campaign anymore. You can’t help the party out or cast an kickass spell shocking your boyfriend. You won’t get to see the sparkle in his eyes whenever you beat a particularly tough monster he cooked up.

You look back at Eddie, you can see how stiff he is. How his fists are balled up on the table. He loves this game just as much as you do. He loves YOU just as much as you him.

The silence is broken by a whisper.

“Dude you just got the DM’s girlfriend killed. We are so boned.”

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A/N: Ok I know how absolutely nerdy this is but I just love DnD and I love Eddie so I kept thinking about playing DnD with Eddie and ugh idk I just wanted this to be a thing.

This is my first ever written.. anything….like ever. So forgive any mistakes please. Idk if I’ll write more or not. I just really needed this out of my head.

Should I write more???

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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Hi.

Can you please write some Percy de rolo x reader one shot. With jealous reader? Maybe some smut?

Jealous? Me? Never. PART 1

Percy De Rolo x Jealous! Reader

Smut will be in PART 2 but, I like to build a foundation for jealous type situations so, this is a build up for the good stuff

It seems like the whole world is against you at this point.

Every time you tried to do something. Someone or something stood in your way. You were trying to figure out a way into a certain someone's heart yet, were stopped by observation.

As you sat in a tavern next to Pike. You noticed a number of things. Your eyes never strayed too far away from the silver haired gunslinger across from you. You saw how Vex leaned into him. You saw how he seemed to smirk and reflect the same energy back.

It made you sick. You thought nothing was going on between the two of them but, you guess you were wrong after all.

You're heart ached. You looked down into your mug. You got lost in your thoughts for a little bit until Pike nudged you gently,

"You okay, Girlie?"

You just look over to her and smiled softly,

"I'm good. I'm just gonna head outside for some air."

Pike watched with a concerned look as you stood up and made your way out of the bar. She looked around and saw that no one noticed her sudden exit. She stood on her bench and turned to hop down.

Just as she did this, Grog grabbed her up,

"Did you see that, Pike?! I beat Vax once again!"

Pike pushed out of his grasp slightly,

"Yeah. I saw that. You did great, Buddies. I'll be back in a second."

With that, she quickly followed the path you took out of the bar.

Percy saw this and realized that you weren't there. You never alone really so, this concerned him slightly. Vex put an arm over his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts,

"Darling! Did you see that? Scanlan fell of his stool, long gone! Hahahaha."

Percy just nodded. He quickly got out of her grasp, much how Pike did the same with Grog. He cleared his throat quickly after.

"Excuse me, Vex'ahlia. I have to visit the men's room."

He then disappeared out the door. This went unnoticed to the rest of the drunk group.

~~~

You walked away from the tavern. Looking at the ground as you walked, kicking some pebbles as you went.

How could you be so blind? You should've knew that they were together before you fell for Percy. You were just blinded by love.

You tried so hard to make time for him and help him with his projects. You made sure to keep him safe in battle. You always were there to take care of him when he needed it. You guess you were always saw as a best friend. Nothing more.

You heard rushed footsteps from behind you. You didn't bother to turn around. You didn't care anymore.

Pike ran up to your side. She walked next to you as she caught her breath quickly. She then gave your cloak a slight tug, catching your attention. You looked over at her with saddened eyes. Pike just nodded. She understood your pain.

"It's okay to be jealous and hurt."

"Jealous? Me? Never."

Y/n responded with slightly sarcastic tone. Pike just shook her head,

"Even if he isn't there for you, I always will be. We'll get through this together, Girlie."

"I just wish he understood how much my heart hurts to see him with her. I was always there for him. Through everything. Before he even got into the group. I guess I never been more than a best friend. I'm stupid for thinking so."

"Y/n. You are not stupid. What's stupid is that Percy can't see that you love him but he sees Vex's advances. We did everything we could to get you with him. Maybe he'll realize soon. You never know."

Percy, who was approaching the two, heard the whole exchange. His eyes widened. You? Jealous? He would never guess that you loved him as much as you said to Pike. He did always see you as his best friend but, he saw so much more. He thought he had no chance because you never, well he didn't realize, acted like you wanted to be anything more. When Vex made it obvious, he thought he could get rid of these feelings he had for you.

Oh boy. He was so wrong.

He saw you give Pike a hug. You sat there on you knees as you hugged her. Pike patted your back.

"Everything will be okay. I promise."

You just nodded. Soon, the hug broke apart and Pike told you she had to head back and take care of Grog. You just nodded and said that you needed a couple more minutes before going back.

Pike nodded and ran back to the tavern. She didn't notice Percy as she ran by because he was hiding.

Once you were alone, Percy came out of hiding and made his way towards you. You just hung your head low and was lost in thought. You didn't notice Percy's entrance.

He gingerly set a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him. You looked slightly surprised but, your sadness covered it up quickly.

"Why are you here? You should be with Vex'ahlia."

Percy shook his head,

"I came here because I was worried about you. You seem off tonight and I want to know what's wrong."

Rage pulsed through you. You looked at him and stepped back so his hand fell off your shoulder,

"You know what's wrong. Don't act like you weren't hiding and overhearing my conversation with Pike. Do I look stupid to you? Don't play me like a fucking fool."

Percy pursed his lips together. He was caught. He didn't want you to be anger at him but, here we are.

"I did hear it all. I just want to know why didn't make a move sooner. Why didn't you point blank ask me how I felt towards you?"

You clutched your fists and you growled slightly,

"You think it's so easy. I didn't want to lose you as even my friend if you rejected me. Plus, now I know you and Vex are something so, I can just forget about my feelings and go about my business. Do snog with her and leave me alone."

Percy took a step towards you. You anger was valid. He knew he fucked up but, he wants to make it up to you. He needed to reach out first. He slowly gripped your shoulders,

"It is easy. I'll do it so you can see."

You froze in confusion as he continued,

"Y/n. I have loved you for a very long time now. You have always been by my side and I appreciate it. You showed me so much of myself that I wouldn't have ever found without you. I thought YOU would reject me so, when Vex made it obvious of her feelings, I thought I could run away from them. Seeing you hurt like this, I can't run. I'm sorry for my stupidity. I love you. More than the world. You are my world."

You stood there with tears running down your cheeks. He slowly moved his hand and wiped your tears as they came. You leaned into his touch.

"I love you too, Percy."

Percy smiled and leaned in and kissed You. You both stayed in that position for some time. Kissing over and over again. The tears soon stopped to flow as the kissing stopped as well. Once the two of you separated, Percy held you close. He whispered sweet words to you.

You held him tightly, like he was gonna disappear in a seconds time. Percy looked down at you,

"Do you want to head back to the tavern now?"

You slowly nodded and you both walked hand in hand to the building. You were both going to tell the rest of the group of the new development. No matter what anyone said. No matter the repercussions of the relationship. You both didn't care. You loved each other and that's that.

#tlovm #tlovm percy #tlovm x reader #percy de rolo x reader #percy x y/n #percy de rolo #percy x reader #the legend of vox machine #legend of vox machina #critical roll #percy critical role #jealousy #Part 1

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coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic · 1 year

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Temporary Partners

Vax’ildan x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfic #vax’ildan x reader #vax'ildan #vox machina #vox machina fic #critical role vox machina #my writing #x reader #x fem!reader #x y/n #mdni

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Staring into the Flames

Ashton Greymoore x Reader

Summary: Ashton loses his shit when you get injured.

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, raging Ashton, injured!reader.

Warnings: swearing, violence, descriptions of injuries.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: Time for some Critical Role content, because I'm a raging nerd. And I'm in love with Taliesin Jaffe. God, all his characters give me such gender envy! Also, for context, this is written in the wake of c3e33, so I need comfort from the trauma 😭 Anyway, enjoy my beautiful punk rock babe <3

Watching Ashton Greymoore have emotions was one of your favourite things to do.

Sounds strange, I know – borderline creepy maybe – but you just found him so fascinating. Everything Ashton would ever do was based entirely off impulse. He wanted to steal some random arcane item he knew he would never use? Done. Rile up that complete stranger just because they didn’t like their hat? Did it last Tuesday. Take you off on a completely random unplanned date right to the top of the Lantern spire just because they wanted to? Absolutely.

All these impulse actions were based off impulse thoughts and impulse emotions; emotions that he feels so fucking strongly. I mean, just look at the destructive power his anger and rage can bring upon his foes in a fight (you do look, you look very hard…). Their feelings swirl like the kaleidoscope shining from their head, and you found it simply hypnotising to watch those feelings spread across his body. You could watch the cogs turn in Ashton’s brain for hours, seeing each new emotion spread across his body like lava.

One of your favourites was the slow realisation that you had stolen permanently borrowed something of theirs: a certain red and black jacket, perhaps. They would be rummaging around their room, thinking they’ve gone mad because they could swear they left it right here. Evidently they were too dead asleep that morning to notice you slipping out of the bedroom, the jacket claimed for yourself. Eventually, he would come bounding into the main room of the Crook House, finding Milo tinkering away at their latest project, and you lounging in a chair wearing his most prized item of clothing. It would take a minute for him to even notice what you were wearing. “Y/N, where in the fuck is my j-“. There we go. You got to sit back and enjoy as the realisation of your thievery spread through his body like a wave on the shore, every one of his stance and posture and facial expressions each slowly changing down throughout him. It was captivating. Although not for too long as soon a smirk rose to Ashton’s face before they were barrelling at you, you both tumbling onto the floor in a mock fight to win the grand prize of the jacket, as Milo looked on with a smile and a shake of their head at these idiots in love.

Oh yeah, in love. So in love. Which thankfully was reciprocated on both ends. It had, in fact, been your staring that had helped get you together. Subtly wasn’t your strong suit - sure you could sneak into Ashton’s room silent and assassin-like without him noticing, but you weren’t as skilled at hiding how much you just stared at him, getting lost in every single part of the earth genasi. And… they noticed. Luckily, Ashton had also been pretty enraptured by you over the past couple of weeks, meeting pretty frequently on jobs as both colleagues and rivals. So, Ashton’s impulses being Ashton’s impulses, they walked right up to you after one of said jobs and asked you out right on the spot.

“Angel, I could feel your eyes on me for the last three hours, wanna go get a drink so I can return the favour?”

Of course, you said yes, and from then on you have been pretty much inseparable. You now lived at the Crook House and could now stare all you liked. And so could he. He really did. God he’d do anything for you. You were the best thing to have come into his life and he was not about to let you go any time soon.

Definitely not today.

Today, you two, for once, weren’t together; you had some things to buy in the market and Ashton had to go for one of their many strange meetings with Jiana Hexum. So, you walked through Elder’s Post, pushing through the hordes of tradespeople and customers alike, keeping your coin purse close to your side away from any thieves lurking. You had already picked up some food for the household plus some bits and pieces of metal Milo wanted for Fresh Cut Grass’s repairs, and then you moved onto the trickier task: healing potions. They were pretty essential, especially given how much you two got hurt on jobs, particularly Ashton - gods, he got beaten up a lot - and, sure, you could ask FCG for help, but you didn’t want to overwork them. Sadly, your group weren’t exactly rolling in cash so, shall we say, less reputable vendors of potions had to be your main source.

This included one particularly awful man, Rackoth. He was a leering, lecherous man, spindly and towering over most people. He was also a swindler with prices way too high for substandard potions at best. Both you and Ashton had had run-ins with him in the past and nearly none of them ended well. Unfortunately, all your other sellers were out and you were in a bind - FCG was undergoing some internal repairs with Milo at the moment, and so was largely out of action. Hence, you had to grit your teeth and bare Rackoth and his usual ways. His sunken, hollow eyes bore into your soul as he offered up some wildly off-colour “healing potions” at some astronomical price. Usually, you would try to keep your cool and try in earnest to haggle him down, but after one too many not at all innocent placements of his bony hands on your waist, you had had enough. You smacked his hand out the way hard and snapped back at him, calling him out on his extortionate business (and maybe also insulting his mother in Deep Speech - honestly, you can’t quite remember, it was all a blur). Suddenly, you felt a burn across your cheek as Rackoth punched you with a force you never expected from the scrawny man. You stumbled back in shock, but he launched forward to meet you, gripping you by the neck. You could feel his jagged nails biting at your skin as he roared at you to never return to his shop again, throwing you down onto the ground after he was done. The customers around you all gave strange looks as you picked yourself and your belongings up, no healing potions in hand, and carried your hurt pride home with you to the Crook House.

Mercifully, you found the house to be still and silent when you arrived. You were safe in your own home at last. The adrenaline of the altercation wore off and a few tears fell from your eyes. As you wiped them away, you noticed blood smeared across your fingers, from your injuries presumably, so you trudged your way with a sigh into your and Ashton’s room to clean yourself up. You passed a mirror as you walked down the hall, finally seeing the extent of your injuries with a groan: thick red blood dripped down the side of your face, matting your hair, and purple was starting to bloom around your eye from the punch. You winced as you lifted your chin seeing more purple marks at the top of your neck along with five punctures to your skin from Rackoth’s nails leaking a small trail of blood. With a turn, you saw the muddied and scuffed back of your jacket from your fall and emitted a groan in pain as you turned slightly too far. Your back would be black and blue in the morning thanks to your impact onto the cold stone ground. Honestly, you’ve looked better.

Gritting your teeth, you collected your strength and pushed on into your bedroom, but almost screamed as you were met by the sight of your partner sprawled on the bed counting coins from a leather pouch. He wasn’t meant to be back yet.

“Hey, Angel, you’ll never guess the fucking bonus we got from Jiana for that extra information. She was fucking thrilled-“. Ashton stopped as his eyes fell on you.

In any other circumstances, this would’ve been a beautiful show.

The swirling colours in the glass in Ashton’s head seemed to almost speed up and spark out as their mind processed your injured form before them. He blinked slowly as his piercing eyes scanned over you, searching for the answer… there. His beaming smile dropped into one of concern as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He breathed out a quiet “what the fuck?” in disbelief, before he suddenly took off, scrambling off the bed with zero coordination, but zero care for anything except you. Ashton stood on (and probably broke) most of their belongings as they ran over to you, immediately bringing his firm, calloused hands to your body as he checked you over. His eyes burnt a hole through your clothes with their intensity as he examined every single part of your body for more injuries - worry was the only emotion in him now. Ashton’s searing gaze on your body was usually a very good feeling, but you could see the bubbling anger low in him.

“Hey, Ash, I’m not dying!” You said with a pitiful attempt at a chuckle, trying to laugh off your injuries and put your boyfriend at ease. “I’m okay, really.” He clearly didn’t believe you as his roaming stare continued, logging in his mind everything he saw. His finger and thumb gripped your chin as he brought it up, inspecting the bruising to your neck, breathing out in disbelief. Rising their gaze to your face, Ashton gently prodded the bloody wound on your head with shaking hands. You pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain and that anger in him rose. Someone had hurt you. Red leaked into his eyes like a poison as they narrowed and focused on your own, still brimming with unshed tears. Already impossibly close, he took a step forward, towering over you, noses almost touching and hands coming back to your face. The delicate way he cradled your face in his large hands almost shocked you, the softness of his movements contrasting his hard, rocky palms. One thumb gently brushed away a stray tear on your cheek, both hands trembling as they grasped onto you.

“Who did this to you?” Ashton spoke so softly so that no one but you could here, but with so much menace for whoever the fuck thought they could touch you. Any attempt at him concealing his anger failed as it seeped through every pore in his body, every cell almost vibrating independently, ready for a fight.

“Ashton, really, it’s ok,” you counter again, trying to calm that fury in them that made you love them so much.

“No, it’s fucking not, who was it?”

“Ashton, it’s really not important-“

“Y/N.” He was firm. Final. You sighed before looking down slightly in defeat.

“Rackoth,” you breathed out.

“What. The Fuck. Did he do?” Ashton enunciated every single word, so slowly, so precise.

You stumbled over your words for a minute as you felt his gaze on you. He did deserve to know. That and the tiredness in your soul made all the words come tumbling out.

“I was getting healing potions because you’ve got that big job for Hexum coming up, and Milo is working on FCG and - shit! Letters needs a break sometimes! – but all our usual guys were out so I had to go to Rackoth. But that bastard stuck his prices up again. And they barely looked like healing potions - fuck me, Ashton, our bath water has more healing properties than that shit! And I was just so pissed off and. And... h-h-he had his hand on my waist and I just wanted to rip my skin off so I pushed him off and shouted at him and his potions and maybe his mother in Deep Speech? So he punched me. And grabbed my neck. And through me down. So yeah…” You stood in silence for a few seconds, taking a breath after your outburst, before you raised your head again to watch Ashton…

Now, here came the rage.

Ashton’s back straightened to an even higher height than before; every bone in their body tensed into a sharp point with their fists, now by their side, clenching, nearly popping joints. Their teeth clacked together in a bite, bared and ready to rip the throat out of the culprit of this heinous crime. The mesmerising colours beneath the glass in his skull seemed to swirl faster, getting brighter and brighter, threatening to violently burst free into chaos. The anger was white hot now, bleeding from his eyes and dripping down every tort muscle to a pool at his feet. A deep snarl sounded at the back of their throat, animalistic and ready to hunt.

“That piece of shit,” Ashton yelled out incredulously. “Fuck! That lanky piece of shit! That fucker’s going down!“ They had never sounded so serious in all their life. And so you needed to take action.

“Ashton. Babe! It’s okay, just leave him he’s not worth it.” Yet, it was not okay, and he was not paying attention. Like a flash, Ashton was at the bedroom door and screaming out.

“Oi, Grass! Grass! Where the shit are you?”

“They’re powered down. Ashton, don’t worry-“

“Argh, fuck!” they shouted, now moving at pace throughout your shared room. Trinkets and knickknacks alike were tossed around - no, thrown around - as Ashton scrambled from place to place at lightning speed, searching for something unknown. He grunted as he rummaged even further; you simply stood in the centre of the room, slightly startled by your partner’s sudden burst of movement. Eventually, with a cheer of triumph, from under a pile of multicoloured fabric he pulled out a slightly dusty red vial. Despite the slight discolouration, it was clearly a healing potion long forgotten and Ashton was soon back in front of you, pulling the cork out.

“Wait, no, I don’t need that,” you protested, “Ashton, you need these a lot more than I-“. You were cut off by Ashton shoving the neck of the bottle right into your mouth mid-sentence. The glass clinked against your teeth at the force as Ashton tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the entire potion down your neck. You gagged as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. For all the difficulty of drinking the healing potion, it did thankfully begin to help you, like water refreshing you after wandering the dessert for a month. A dull ache passed through each of your injuries as the skin started to knit back together, eventually leaving no trace of ever tarnishing you but the now drying blood. You spent maybe five seconds checking over your body and by the time you looked up again, Ashton already had his trusty glass hammer clutched tightly in his hand. You had one last chance to stop him.

“Ashton, please, just stay here with me. You kill him and you’ll get caught and then gods know what will happen to you!” You pleaded to them, grabbing their arm, not wanting any more trouble for the day.

“Angel, I regret to inform you that I honestly don’t give a fuck,” Ashton growled lowly. “If that bitch thinks he can touch you and get away with it, he’s got another fucking thing coming.” He grasped the side of your head softly again, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered and rose to place an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your forehead, before sprinting out of the room, one mission on his mind.

And there you were left, alone, staring off at the space your sparking barbarian once stood.

Even in times like this, he was beautiful to watch.

A singular tear rose in your eyes and fell as your exhaustion battled with new anxiety for Ashton’s safety. Of course you enjoyed your mountain of a boyfriend sweeping in to beat down those who had wronged you – I mean, who wouldn’t? – but your dear Ashton also had a tendency of not being the subtlest creature in the world. Sure his mystic colourful powers could occasionally let him pass through like a ghost, but not always. Frequently, they could be found in a fight, on the run from a fight, or on their arse thrown out for being in a fight. But they were just silly bar fights; this was personal. You just didn’t want him in trouble and it would bite away at you until he was back in your arms, safe.

However, predictably, exhaustion won out and you soon fought yourself flat out on the bed, still caked in your own blood, but no energy in your waking spirit to clean yourself up.

The next – how long had it been? – was spent in a daze, maybe sleeping, maybe just staring off, disassociating from the stresses of the day. Until Ashton emerged back through your door with a slam, sprayed slightly with blood that did not look like his own. You didn’t raise your head from the pillow, still waking from your haze, but you watched through glassy eyes as Ashton quietly placed down his trusty hammer in the corner of the room, slipped off his boots and padded over to you. He gently perched on the side of the bed and reached a calloused hand down to stroke your hair. His fingers were so tender and threaded through, caressing your scalp, almost sending you back to sleep. Gazing up at them, you saw the same intensity as before flooding their eyes, but this time the rage was gone, now replaced with so much love. Everything Ashton did carried that fire, that passion, but it always moulded itself into new shapes and forms, sometimes surprising even you. That’s probably what drew you too him, that fire, always burning bright out of every pore on his tough skin; no matter what he did or felt, it was always with such ferocious and intensity that you couldn’t look away, only stare further into the flames. But they never burnt you. They caressed you, held you, protected you at all costs. Not always in the safest of ways, but the intention was good and pure.

Ashton softly smiled at you and, without looking, reached back to find a (vaguely) clean cloth and started to dab at the dried blood along the side of your face. You stayed perfectly still, letting him work, enjoying this rarely seen quiet Ashton. They cleaned you up surprisingly well despite this not being their forte, moving from your face down to the marks on your neck, doing their slightly clumsy best, trying to remember the kinds of actions FCG would perform when in cleric-mode.

When all the dark red streaks had gone from upon your skin, Ashton placed down the cloth, but kept their hand cupped around your face. You threaded your own fingers with his and looked up.

“You get him?” you whispered.

“Yeah, I got him,” Ashton replied, just as softly.

A rush of emotions took over you all of a sudden: the relief that that fucking man who touched you so horribly had been dealt with, the pain of your whole bloody ordeal, the adoration you felt for your soft punk rock who cared for you so well, even in the ways he was not as accustomed to. You choked, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Ashton immediately bundled you up into their strong arms and held you in a tight hug against his chest.

“Aww fuck, Angel. Okay, okay, come here,” they cooed into your ear as your cries muffled into the leather of their jacket. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And you believed every word of it. You grasped onto them like a lifeline with heavy and shaking breaths as you slowly pulled yourself back from the brink with his help.

“You okay now?” Ashton asked after a while and you nodded looking up through your eyelashes from your place on his lap.

“Shit, I’m sorry did that, Y/N. Fuck, I was just so fucking angry! I don’t care about a lot of things, but, goddamn, I care a lot about you. And I never wanna to see you like that again. I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t.” Ashton poured his heart out to you, his brutal honestly always hitting you right in the heart. You sat up and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped onto each other like you were the last things left in Exandria. The kiss deepened as your tongues slid across each other, tracing the other’s lips and swallowing their sighs. You pulled away for breath, but remained trapped in Ashton’s warm grasp, as he continued his assault of kisses over your cheeks. They came to rest soon, forehead pressed together with yours, soft eyes staring into yours in peace.

“Fuck, I love you, Angel,” Ashton murmured, his love and devotion towards you on display for all the world to see.

“I love you too, Ash,” you whispered back with a beaming smile. Ashton gave you one more quick peck before he shifted his position, lying down on the bed with you remaining on top of him, still encased in his arms. You both laid there in silence, listening to the other’s heartbeat, until Ashton spoke, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“What was that you said before about Deep Speech?” they asked and you giggled at his curiosity.

“I may or may not have insulted Rackoth’s mother… in Deep Speech,” you admitted shyly as Ashton’s eyes widened.

“That’s so cool. Wait, how do you know Deep Speech? Who are you?” they marvelled at your admission as you sniggered. “What did you say? Like in Deep Speech.” You repeated the deep grinding growls you had shouted at Rackoth and your partner’s jaw dropped.

“Okay, that’s hot, please talk to me more in Deep Speech,” you laughed out loud at Ashton’s antics (and remembered that information for later…). “I wish I’d brought you with me now. It was fucking great seeing him scared. Shit, I robbed you of your revenge quest, didn’t I?” Ashton carried on rambling, clearly having enjoyed being your knight in shining armour. Note to self: ask them later what they actually did to Rackoth…

“I swear to the gods if you said ‘Smiley fuckin’ day!’ just before knocking him out, I’m breaking up with you,” you joked. Ashton held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and tickled you away from your non-injured body parts as you cackled.

Your old friend exhaustion soon popped back up again as you let out a yawn, burrowing yourself further into Ashton’s body, nuzzling into his neck. His arms hugged you closer.

“Get some rest, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You took their advice, letting your dreams overtake you, staring at the one you loved most until your eyes eventually closed.

Ashton would protect you. They always will. Come what may.

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

Percy with a modern Brazilian reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Okay, you broke it;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Crying bitch God doesn't listen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you like it!

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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dream about walking through the streets of emon

A/N: this is an old blurb originally posted back at the beginning of June

Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, critter!Spencer, critical role spoilers (all campaigns), kith and kin spoilers, established relationship, this is literally just Spencer rambling till you fall asleep

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Curling up with your head in his lap, you felt his fingers start to weave through your hair. A few minutes ago, you’d asked him what he had done the night before. If Morgan had been here, he would have called that question a grave mistake, but you would never call getting to hear your love infodump a mistake. It was one of the great pleasures in your life.

You were well aware of the fact that last night was a Thursday, so you knew exactly what you’d signed up for. He always, if his work schedule allowed it, did the same thing on Thursday nights.

“And so then, they got this letter from none other than Vex’ahlia! And of course, they made Laura read it out loud,” even though you weren’t looking at him anymore, you could still hear in his voice just how hard he was smiling, “and it was so comforting to hear her again. It was like when Allura and Kima got involved in campaign 2, I honestly almost cried, not because it was sad, I just miss and love them so much!”

Softly running his short fingernails over your scalp, “and of course that moment also made me think of when I read kith and kin last winter, or I listened to the audiobook version, which also is reading, it doesn’t matter how you get the story, just that you get it. Anyways, that audiobook had their voices reading it! The right ones! It wasn’t just Liam and Laura reading, it was the twins!”

Letting out a warm yawn, you let your eyes fall shut, “and the story itself had no business being that good, and not just because it’s a part of a world I hold near and dear to my heart, but just the book itself was so good. And you know, in that, we finally got the backstory of Simon, Vax’ildan’s belt? We found out pretty quickly that it took place in a time he didn’t have it yet, and when we did see it, it was on a man named Thorn, so we automatically know that he must be someone important to the story because he had the serpent belt, he had Simon! So then, this whole big tragic romance ensues, and he ends up getting the belt.”

He then hop-skipped around, explaining random things and somehow ended up trying to explain something called the calamity. As his enthusiastic voice slowly faded away, you had a feeling that his bedtime story would end up making you dream about walking through the streets of Emon, hand in hand, with him as your guide.

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draventhedemon · 6 months

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Hello Critters!

This is gonna be the first time I've spoken to you all. But based on today's one-shot with the Mighty Nein today, I feel like we deserve some fanfiction with these colorful bastards. Any campaign, any character, just suggest what you want, I'll write it!

Angst, fluff, smut, sequels, prequels, they're all on the table.

Have fun!

#critical role #mighty nein #bells hells #bells hells x reader #mighty nein x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #the mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein x y/n #legend of vox machina #caleb widogast #caleb widogast x reader #beauregard lionett x reader #beauregard lionett #vax'ildan #vax x reader #percy de rolo x reader

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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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sir-phillip-crane · 2 years

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Your ex is trying to embarrass you in public, but your lover steps in as a shield, eyes ablaze in a fury. - with Keyleth, Grog, and Vax'ildan?

thanks dear!!! requests are open!!

REBLOGS > LIKES

Keyleth • Keyleth got momentarily distracted by a vendor with! Little wooden carvings!! Of animals!! • “Oh! Buttercup, come look at these! Oh, they’ve got a little sabertooth!” • Yes, she absolutely calls you buttercup, or lilac, or sunshine, or rosebud, etc. They’re all based on nature things! Of course they are, it’s Kiki! • Pretty quickly, she realizes that you aren’t there with her. Well… That’s weird. Where’d you go?? • She starts to try and find you, and it’s not too tough to find you interacting with a stranger. • What they’re doing doesn’t matter, but it’s brought the attention of a ton of strangers, and you look uncomfortable. • She immediately shoves her way through the crowd and will absolutely summon something to try and freak them out. • You know in the first fight against the Briarwoods when Keyleth summons a ton of bees and yeets them at Delilah? • She absolutely does that. • There’s more of a lead up to it. She summons them and, since they are her bees, lets them climb on her arms. • “Do you know the interesting thing about bees? When they sting, it’s a death sentence. But here’s a funny thing; these are wasps. Wasps don’t die after they sting… But you’re gonna die after, uh, after… Oh, I’m not good at quippy remarks.” • She just yeets the wasps at them, absolutely grinning ear to ear. • Then she’ll wrap an arm around you and say “they deserve that.”

Grog • “Fuck yeah, they got ale!!! Babe, babe do you want some ale!?” • He turns around and just… where? Are you? • “Babe? Hey, babe, where you at?” • He wanders around the festival for a little while, trying to find you. After asking a few vendors, he’s got an idea where you are. • And there is some bitch ass piece of shit talking to you. • Grog doesn’t know much, but he knows he fucking hates whoever that is. You look upset and are trying to get away – that’s not good. Not good at all. • He takes out VM’s bag of holding, the one with his ax and other various random shit. • Including the severed hand of that guy that he and Vax cut off. • He walks up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder. • “’Ey babe. This guy botherin’ you?” • He pulls out the severed, partially rotted hand, and throws it at your ex. • “That’s what happened to the last guy who bothered one o’ my friends. I’d say you should get outta here-“ • He pulls out his axe • “-before somethin’ worse happens to you, yeah?” • They’re running scared before anything else is said or happens. • He grins, kisses your forehead, and asks “do you want some ale? I know I do.”

Vax’ildan • “You funny little raven, you! My finger’s not a worm! Oh, you are the cutest, aren’t you?” • He absolutely gets distracted by all of the animals he sees. Ravens are a favorite, and the aforementioned one, he absolutely will adopt. Usually he’d steal but, you know, they’re making a living from this, so… • “We’re gonna have to name you, yes we are. Oh, you are the sweetest! My little darling, my little knight-“ • His newly adopted raven croaks, flutters his wings and tries to get Vax to pay attention to the crowd gathering. • After a moment Vax does notice, and absolutely shoves his way through the crowd. • He finds Vex and “hey, hey, what’s going on?” • She explains that she should have brought her fucking bow because she wants to murder this jackass bothering you. • “You’ve your daggers, brother? If you slit their throat I’ll keep the guards from catching you. We’ve done it before.” • He sighs, “don’t bring that up. I… Let me deal with it.” • He gets a natural 20 on stealth and sneaks up behind this cunt, one of the daggers to their throat, and greets you with “hey peach, did you miss me?” • He won’t say much else, but come around to give you a peck on the lips and “meet my raven, too. I’ve yet to name him but, ah, you know. Bigger fish to fry.” • He lights up his dagger and turns around, “such as you. You know, I’ve never filleted a human. Fish, squirrels, really any animal. But not a human. That would be so fun, wouldn’t it?” • Your ex is running for the hills. • “There we go! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Or, or… something… Darling, are you alright?” • He’ll check on you and make sure you’re alright before- “and we need a name for my little friend here! Yes, yes we do!”

#critical role #critical role x reader #the legend of vox machina #the legend of vox machina x reader #critical role x you #critical role x y/n #the legend of vox machina x you #vax'ildan #grog strongjaw #Keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #vax'ildan x reader #grog x reader #keyleth x reader

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saphirered · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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feyre-darling92 · 2 years

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Critical role x reader Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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blueseachelle · 1 year

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It's a Contract. Chapter 1.

Vox Machina Critical Role

Percy De Rolo x Female! Human! Draconian Warlock! Reader

This is going to be interesting!

"Y/n. Do you know why were are valued?"

"No, Momma. I do not."

Little Y/n looked up to her mother and slightly tugged at her dress. She smiled, picking the little girl up, causing her to giggle.

"Because, My little dragon, it's because of our linage."

"How?"

"You see, A long time ago, one of our ancestors was found to be favored by Bahamut, The God of Dragons. This is where our story begins. This is what lead to our clans power and our internal spirits. That's how we only die do to old age or if we don't find favor with Bahamut. If we get killed, we get another chance if we have been carrying on the bloodline correctly or, being a good follower."

"That's why we have magic?"

"Yes, that's why you have a lot of magic this young in life. You will continue to get stronger and stronger until the day you go."

"I'm gonna be the strongest Dagon to every exist!"

"I know, My love. We all know."

This was the truth. Somehow, she was born in direct favor with Bahamut himself. One of the linage was supposed to but, they never expected it to be her. They always that it was going to be Y/n's older brother. He showed the signs but, it wasn't true. Y/n was born into there lives and was the exact opposite of him.

When the ceremony of Favor had come, it seemed as if Bahamut himself descended from the plain of Celestia to greet her and make the promise. Her hair was changed that moment. Going from blond hair to a dark blue ombre (Midnight blue to a light blue). Her eyes changed from the clan light blue eyes to a galaxy blue color (color number #000044 if you were wondering). Her eyes would almost shimmer like the stars in the sky.

From that moment on, She was the chosen. She thrived and grew faster than any of her ancestors. Magic, weapons, etc. She was proficient in all. She was the bringer of Justice. To pave the path.

Soon, the De Rolo clan reached out to them and asked if one of family members to become a console wizard. Of course, the older brother thought that it would be him since he is the oldest and currently have the best ties to other kingdoms.

When the family was choosing who to send, Y/n asked to go. This irked the brother but, let it go. At least he would make a statement in the clan and run it before she had the chance to take everything from him. She, of course, never knew he felt this way.

When she was asked why she wants to go, she said she feels like her spirit is calling and she is going to complete a new chapter in power than what surface they are scratching. They, of course, let her go.(She was 16 at the time, Im gonna say Percy is 18 in the beginning.)

This is where our story officially begins.

Y/n's feet finally touched the ground in front of the pristine white castle of Whitestone. Her Dark blue and black armor adored her body. The main part was a mid-thigh dress with a long cloak on top reaching about to her knees. Her boots goes about low thigh. The metal on her body was carved to be like scales. (I give up. Heres a link with a general idea. Sorry, I'm lazy. Insert the scale like metal pieces. ANYWAY!)

She was greeted by the whole royal family. She bowed in respect to them.

"Hello. My name is Y/n Dagon. I'm here to fulfill the request you put in."

She stood back up straight and instantly made eye contact with Percy. He was entranced with her beauty. He felt like the whole world stopped and it was just them. Looking into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. The galaxy eyes could go on forever and he was ready to stare until the end.

"Hello, Y/n. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. I know how important to you are to your clan so, this means the world to us."

His father said with his jolly voice.

"Of course. I'm happy to be of service."

Everyone was introduced to each other.

After settled in, Y/n was finally made official and given her jobs, which consisted of being Percy's bodyguard. She was needed to protect the heir of the throne and ensure the continuation of the De Rolo rule.

Of course, they grew close. He learned about her and she him. He loved every moment he had with her. She never wanted to leave his side but, she felt a cruel feeling in her stomach every time she wanted to take the relationship to the next level. She knew to trust the feeling so, she did. They remained friends even though having massive crushes on each other.

A year then passed and the bond still existed between them but, the feeling in Y/n's stomach only got stronger. Her spirit was telling her to prepare herself for a drastic change.

And.... It was right.

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