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Son of the vanguard characters: Vex part 1

Hey y’all I know and I’m sorry that I’ve still haven’t posted the first chapter I’m sorry it’s taking this long, it’s just I’ve been off my medication for a while now and I couldn’t focus on anything.

But now I’ve got my medicine refilled so now I can hopefully get started for real soo in the meantime I wanted to show you all jaune’s son vex soo here ya go

(Warning I just wanted to make thing clear straight up vex is NOT my oc he is the oc of a very good friend of mine that allowed me permission to use him also we came up with all of the scenes in their relationship together. So I asked him to make his headcanons and he sent me this)


- Vex was awakened just a little before Dominus Ghaul decided to fuck everyone’s shit up. Like, six months prior.


- Wasn’t really anything special, really. Just a dumb New Light stumbling about with his rag-tag Fireteam - who he’d been with basically since he was raised from the dead. They’d found eachother practically within the days.


- Myles-15 awoke first, then it had been Nils-17. Then, it’d been Vex. And Vex, of course, was the last to be found, and to complete the trine. A Titan, a Hunter, and a Warlock. What could go wrong!


- After the Fall, he was pretty much was left to fend for himself til he was able to find and re-unite with his Fireteam mates, this time in reverse. Nils had been found on Titan, and Myles had been found later on Io.


- He’d gotten to know Cayde-6 only a little, before…. y'know.


- Cayde-6 had let the young New Lights (Vex and Nils-17) come along with him, Jaune, and Petra to the Prison as a ‘taste of adventure’… and, well… that’s all she wrote.


- They both had gotten themselves attached to the Vanguard Hunter pretty quickly, so when Jaune decided he was gonna hunt down Uldren and his Barons - they both demanded that Jaune let them come along - after basically ambushing him and appearing unnanounced. Wanted to help. Wanted to get revenge, just like him.


- Of course, it was a rocky and full of bullshit relationship. They were bickering constantly, and Vex being Vex, was an absolute hard-ass and a fuckin’ prick in return just to be spiteful. Nils was just angry, but less of a prick that Vex was.

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- It was only really when Vex had gotten himself entangled in the Hangman’s grasp mid-teleport step, that Jaune REALLY seemed to care about the punk New Light. Even if he was a jerk, it just wouldn’t be right to let someone else die at the hands of these Scorned bastards.


- Cue the cheesy and breathless, 'you saved me?’ and the equally cheesy 'I couldn’t just let you die like that’ response.


- But SIKE, no enemies to lovers trope, bitches. Try found family instead!


- After the whole Uldren situation, they got close. And, well, Jaune kinda…. sorta adopted Vex out of the blue. Decided that yep, he’d be his new son, because if he wasn’t gonna look out for the walking disaster, who else would?

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- Vex was a little more than 'just a bit’ freaked out by Jaune’s seemingly sudden turn-around in attitude after the whole Uldren situation.


- At first he pushed the man away more often than not, but after a few mediating talks to the seasoned Titan from Myles, the EXO just sighed, and told Vex that he should try to use this opportunity from the elder Guardian to get more friends than just him and Nils. It’d be good for him.


- And Vex, very much like a cat, begrudgingly accepted the new person (Jaune) and the new relationship (Jaune’s insistence on wanting to 'adopt’ him, and his acceptance to become friends first, to hopefully grow it into a more father-son environment later) into his life.


- Yeah, it was still rocky. Jaune was terribly over-affectionate, it seemed, and it was suffocating Vex. But… after awhile, he was steadily getting used to it. And they really did become friends. And then, after a loooong while, Vex finally began to let in the idea of the Jaune quite literally adopting him, under permission from Zavala. It wasn’t everyday a Guardian wanted to adopt another Guardian, okay? It was something new!


- It was surprsing, to see how well they got along in Crucible. Bit scary how well they worked on a team!


- Gambit, too! Even if Jaune absolutely did NOT trust the Drifter, Vex surely seemed to.


- Though, it does get to a point where even Jaune has had enough of Vex’s bullshit. His favorite method of punishment is to take away the Warlock’s weapons, and to replace them with bows, hand cannons, and fusion rifles - because he DESERVES it. And it’s the fucking funniest shit (and way too satisfying) in existence to hear Vex scream 'FUCK’ all the way across the map when he misfires for the twentieth time in a single match, be it in Crucible or in Gambit.


That’s all for right now part 2 will come later thank you sooo much for reading this have an amazing day.


Edit: I forgot to mention and people like my good friend @bssaz97 were confused vex is NOT an actual vex he is actually an awoken. There’s a funny story about that actually it’s because my friend was new to destiny and didn’t realize that the vex were an actual thing and only realized they were after he named him but he liked the name too much so he just rolled with it.

Sorry for all the confusion

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Ok, so dialogue isn’t something I’m particularly confident with- but, I am still working on how best to show their different personalities/backgrounds in their speech. So, they do each have their own ways of speaking that should hopefully come through better in a conversation. But here’s some of my current thoughts on how they speak?

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Meksis has spent the most time with human/awoke/exo guardians out of the group, so her speech is pretty regular. When she’s frustrated or angry her grammar get a bit loose, but she’s generally pretty easy to understand. She does tend to hiss her soft “s” and “h” sounds though.

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Nyx has spent the least time with other individuals lately and had a somewhat rough upbringing (both before and after resurrection in the light), so her speech tends to to be the most casual and she drops the most letters at the end of words. Like Meksis, she’ll sometimes add extra air to certain consonant sounds which results in a bit of a hissing or clicking sound. She also swears the most.

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NULL is an individual but originating from the Vex hive-mind, they still have a hard time distinguishing themselves from the greater group. Because of that, they tend to speak in the 3rd person (referring to a singular physical form rather than a metaphysical ‘self’) when referring to themself. They also have the most rigid vocabulary and can be very particular on terminology. 

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Parvus is the least confident of the group and has a lot of problems with confidence and anxiety. He tends to speak softly and rarely starts a conversation. He’s most likely to stutter or stop mid-sentence. 

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Raksa had the most stable previous life and had quite a bit of education which shows in his expansive vocabulary still. He can be fairly verbose and is the most likely to ramble regardless of the topic. 

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“That’s a funny story, actually. We definitely didn’t meet on usual standards, I can tell you that.”

“I was trampled by her mount when I wandered into her warm-up area, and my Pak was smashed in by it’s hoof. In my defense, I’d just broken up a fight and was a bit disoriented; I didn’t read the signs and went directly into the one place I wasn’t supposed to be.”

“Alphi was the first one on the scene, and she actually stabilized me while the medics took their sweet time to arrive. Without that, I probably wouldn’t have made it. See, I only got a short glimpse of her before I lost consciousness… And after I recovered, I came right back to the same place, searching for her– Or, well, any sign of her. She found me, actually, only a few minutes in. We chatted, I thanked her for saving my life, and she said as payment I could take her out to lunch. Heh, such spunk in her, caught me terribly off guard; You see, no one had ever spoken to me that way before, as an Irken High Elite Commander. And… Right then and there I fell completely and hopelessly head over heels in love with her. I’d do anything for her.”

“I’m away a lot, being a soldier, but every moment I am around her is bliss. I don’t deserve her, I don’t think anyone does; She’s the epitome of perfection… No one can compete with my dearest Hay.”

“It’s been a few months now, I’ve been gone… Oh, I do miss her terribly, but this is the last mission, and then I’ll be home again.”

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LAURA: Can I climb a tree close-by?
MATT: Make an Athletics check.
LAURA: Athletics? Can I use my Acrobatics to hop up, instead? Oooh, like, swing myself. Parkour!
MATT: Roll Acrobatics with DISADVANTAGE. Just because I'm giving you a chance.
LAURA: 24!
MATT: Okay, this is the ONE time you've bartered with the DM this session.
LAURA: NOOOOOOO! I should have saved it!
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Thanks again to my wonderful betas @mollymauk-teafleak and @spiky-lesbian <33

A month later, Vex and Percy begin working together to fulfill her end of the deal.


Vex is lying on her bed, studying the mark on the back of her hand as her mind plays through the events of last month.

After she had stepped back through the tree that night, she immediately ran to his brother’s room to see for herself that Pike’s message was true. Sure enough, he was sitting up in his bed, plowing through a hearty meal of chicken and root vegetables, when he had barely enough appetite to make it through a few spoonfuls of broth a few days prior. Her twin never had much color to his skin to begin with, but he was far from the sickly pale that he had been for the past few weeks, and when he caught sight of her, he immediately leapt out of bed to throw his arms around her in a tight hug, practically lifting her off her feet. Honestly, if she hadn’t been spending two weeks caring for him, she never would’ve known he’d ever been sick in the first place.

They spent the rest of the evening celebrating the return to his good health with their friends, sharing a bottle of wine between them as she sat close to her brother, relieved that he was able to sit here to laugh and joke with him, and she said a silent thanks to her new fae friend under her breath for completing his end of the deal so beautifully.

And speaking of her fae…

..Vax was decidedly not thrilled when he found out what she’d exchanged for his health.

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There had always been an aura of power about the elf. Most chalked it up to his magic. As he gave off a strange sensation with his mere proximity. Thus no one took him seriously as a sneak. He’d be felt long before he could get close; his odd aura would give him away after all. He smirked at Brynjolf as the man scoffed at him for the request to join his group.

“Yet here I have your coin purse and no one noticed.” The mer purrs smoothly as he saunters away Brynjolf running after him.

“How!?” He asks and the elf looks at him and tilts his head.

“I’m sorry, thought I wasn’t worth your time.” He says frowning and Brynjolf grits his teeth.

“A man can be wrong once in a while, lad.” He says and the elf smirks and turns gesturing the sneak follow him. They go to the docks and the elf plops down at an edge danging his legs and his boot toes barely skim the water sending ripples over the lake.

“I’m skilled, and tired of being the hero and good boy. I want a new life. I want to take, I’m done giving. So, now that I caught your eye… How can I prove I’m worth a new face showing up in your rat nest?” He asks and Brynjolf plops down nest to him and stares at the elf.

“You stole from a master lad, I don’t think I need any more proof…” He says watching him and the elf laughs and leans into Bryn and drops the coinpurse back into his lap.

“Then, Little Emerald, where do I sign?” He asks and Brynjolf chuckles noticing the bag’s a little lighter.   

“Well, lad my purse is a bit lighter…”

“Shouldn’t insult a master.” The ef shoots back smiling. Brynjolf laughs and the elf just swings his legs making a ripple split the lake and the light glitters from the setting sun. 

“Meet me in the market tomorrow I’d like some help getting a job done and you’ll get paid and earn the hints you’ll need to get down to the hide out in the rat way.” Brynjolf says and the elf chuckles and stands. Brynjolf follows trying to slide his fingers into a purse but the elf swats his hand every time. 

“Now I’ll just have to get better won’t I?” Brynjolf jokes and the elf grins.

“Tell you what, you manage to steal from me, I’ll fulfill one wish that is within my powers for you.” The elf says and Brynjolf smirks.

“Then it’s on then, lad. Eventually your purse and that wish’ll be mine.” Brynjolf purrs and the elf laughs and slinks into the shadows waving. The next day the elf is sitting at the side of the well early morning and Brynjolf slides up next to him. He looks over and smiles softly. 

“Good morning, lad.” Brynjolf greets and the elf waves lightly in reply.

“So what was it you needed my help with?” He asks and Brynjolf nods to the lizard then the dark elf walking up to the market.

“Alright simple enough.” The mer says frowning a bit but he can easily do this even if he doesn’t want to. As Brynjolf get’s their attention the elf manages to pick the lock get the ring and some other loot and set the ring in the dunmer’s pocket before sliding around to lean against the low wall circling the stalls.

“You did it.” Brynjolf says impressed and the elf shrugs.

“Now what?” He asks ignoring the guards that are harassing the dunmer. Brynjolf tells him to find the ragged flagon under the city and the elf sighs and walks away. He goes to the sewer his nose wrinkles as he walks in he dispatches the two thugs with simple magic and jumps down seeing no bridge he sees the gate picks the lock dispatches one last thug and loots their enchanted gloves and saunters in smirking as he hears his naysayers.

“Well so sorry to disappoint you, shall I leave then?” He asks as he walks up everyone blinks in shock and Brynjolf smirks triumphant and smug as a cat with a bird in it’s jaws.

“A dying bread, eh, well what do you call that?” He says and goes up to the elf. The mer stands near a bald man whose looking at him like he may have shit himself as no one had seen him walk up not even the thug for security.

“Bleeding shadows how’d you do that?” He asks and the mer smiles and winks vanishing into shadow as he steps back.

“I have a lot of magic, I can wrap it around myself making it easy to disappear in shadows or bright places. I’m just good with magic and I have silent feet. Don’y get me wrong I’m not all magic no skill. I can pick locks it’s how I got here so fast, I can pickpocket too. I can prove that if you all don’t believe me, but Bryn here could tell you all about it.” He says smirking coyly as he steps back arms crossed one hand up by his face as he tilts his head and taps his lips with a finger. He’s smirking as Brynjolf coughs and goes pink when eyes turn to him.

“Alright lad, you’re first official job’s to go gather protection money from three stubborn clients.” He switches the subject and glowers at the elf who laughs softly and nods asking what he’ll need to know before sweeping off. It only takes him a few hours as he tries to handle the disputes as easily as possible and manages to get a nice statuette out of it. 

Over the next weeks which turn to months and soon it’s been about three years, the elf’s done nothing but good seemingly the only one not suffering from ill luck and slowly managing to get the Guild back out in the open. New faces and some even manage to start turning the tides but it seems even the masters are getting struck time after time with bad luck. He is drinking with Brynjolf at the flagon and he’s unsettled. The huge jobs he’s been doing… He’s just found out it was Karliah an old Guild member whose been causing the waves. He looks at Brynjolf.

“I have a really bad feeling about all of this. Like a really, really bad feeling about this.” The elf says softly it’s late so it’s him, Brynjolf and Vekel.

“What’d you mean lad?” Brynjolf asks he still has yet to manage to steal from the elf. Not for lack of trying though he shakes his hand yet again swatted by the mer.

“I mean something isn’t right about all of this. I don’t know what it is but… It’s a bad feeling. Something bad’s going to happen soon.” He tries to explain and Vekel sighs.

“You going off like Delvin now?” He asks and the mer shakes his head and sighs he drops his magic aura revealing his real face for the first time. Gone was the plain looking altmer. Instead long white hair spills down his back and his bright golden eyes flicker over to Brynjolf as the tattoo around his eye is on display. Everyone knew the Dragonborn had the tattoo of a dragon curling around his right eye. Both men gape at him there’s a scar that mars that side distorting the dragon making it look as if it’s head had been cut off and that eye is milky and blind. The mer takes a long drink staring down into his cup.

“I felt this before, in several different places for several different reasons. All of them had something terrible follow. I’m not preaching we’re cursed, I’m sayings something is about to happen and it’s gong to be bad and I’ll possibly be in great danger because of it. He pulls back up the glamour and drinks again as the two are silent Brynjolf leaves to go to bed saying he has no idea what will happen but he’ll keep his eyes peeled. 

“So…  Kalail what are you going to do?” Vekel asks and the mer looks up and drains his cup.

“I’m going to do what I always do go head long into it and pray to lady luck.” He sighs and he sets his tab down and walks into the cistern to turn in. Mercer was supposed to be back in the morning so he could report and talk about the next steps. When Mercer comes back and he and the elf leave Brynjolf’s tense and the whole Guild feels it and soon everyone is on edge. When Mercer comes back alone the Guild’s in an uproar. Kalail was dead and they were furious all of them baying for Karliah’s head. Brynjolf though, he sits at the Flagon and drinks. Vekel watches sadly as the Master thief drinks away the rage and pain. 

When the elf walks back in he freezes them all with a spell it glitters in his hand and he looks tired and worn.

“None of you are going to like this, you might not believe it but please, I’m already in too much pain as it is, I can’t do much but please, listen to her.” He says and drops his spell Brynjolf is equally overjoyed and angry. No one said they’d seen Kalail, only that she’d shown up.

“What is it lass? Why shouldn’t we hurt you?” Brynjolf asks and she shows them the proof. Brynjolf’s flabbergasted. This can’t be right… Can it? He goes to the vault too on edge to care to listen to the others insist it was impossible. When it’s empty he’s almost to the point of murder he stays quite as Vex voices everyone’s opinion and Karliah says she wants him and Kalial to meet her somewhere near Riften. He follows the elf seeing he’s definitely hurting he holds his midsection like it’s in pain as he walks. When they swear themselves away to Nocturnal Brynjolf watches the elf. He seems better now but he’s still slightly sluggish and slow on his feet. Brynjolf slides up to his side as they discuss taking on Mercer. 

“You’re hurt?” He asks softly and Kalail nods Brynjolf listens to where they need to go and says first they need supplies. When Karliah goes to fetch what she wants for the journey Brynjolf sets the elf down and strips him seeing the nasty bruise on his side he asks if he can heal it and Kalial sighs and shows how badly his hands are shaking.

“Since that son of a bitch stabbed me I’ve been pushing myself nonstop. I shouldn’t use more mana until I’ve had proper sleep and a chance to heal up.” He says and Brynjolf tells him to rest and goes to the potions shop he gets several healing potions and a few mana potions. When he gets back he has the elf drink a few after waking him up. Kalail heals after that what he can. He’s drained though and tells Brynjolf that.

“Drained?” He asks.

“Like I can’t use my magic till I’ve rested up drained.” The elf sighs and Brynjolf nods.

“You’ll ride behind me. Rest while we get to Irkinthad, alright?” He says and the elf looks at him strangely a moment but nods curling against the nord and sleeping while they wait for Karliah to return.  When she does they head out to get the traitor. When they get there Kalail takes care of the bandits utterly obliterating them either with his shouts or a blade and Karliah takes some out with her bow but most are dead by the time Bryn can get close. When they get deeper Kalail stops using his thu’um and relies more and more on his blades and Karliah’s arrows to back him up. Bryn takes out what he can. When they get to Mercer and he has them fight Bryn sees Kalail snap and he says something in altmeris and just starts shredding into the man soon Mercer’s in pieces and Kalail has the eyes and everything Mercer had been carrying but he’s bleeding again. Heavily and their stuck. Bryn’s cursing up a strom as he helps drag the gold mer up the steps as water floods in the elf looks terrified.

“Gods… It’ll end with me drowning… Gods no…” Kalail looks like he might be having a panic attack and Brynjolf forces several potions down his throat to try and heal him as the water gets higher. they climb atop the statue’s head as the mer admits he doesn’t swim too well. When they make it out they all take a break Kalial lays on his back and passes out and Bryn takes the moment to nick a small gold knickknack out of the elf’s side pouch. He sets it in his own smiling and the next weeks are a blur. The elf goes to restore the sanctum and Bryn waits at the guild. When Kalail walks back in Brynjolf sets the gold trinket down and the elf laughs.

“I guess I owe you that wish.” He says tiredly and Brynjolf shrugs.

“Tell me one thing lad, this has nothing to do with the wish, do you fancy me?” He asks and the elf laughs and moves closer grabs his gold trinket and purrs inside the redhead’s ear.

“I fancy many things, pretty things, dangerous things, things with a great many uses. I do. Now if that wish get’s wasted on you shagging me I’ll be disappointed.” The elf chuckles as he pulls back. Brynjolf drags him into a kiss and chuckles after they part both breathing a bit heavier.

“No, that wish lad is that you stay with us.” He says and Kalail laughs and leans their foreheads together.

“I’ll move Oblivion and Sovengard to do so.” He promises as he gives a chaste kiss to the nord.

“Cause I’ve got all the time in the world now.” He sighs as there’s no war, no threat on all Tamriel so he’ll be free to do as he pleases for a long time.

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