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[art-missy]

You felt like the salad in the middle of the sandwich. Or maybe the cheese. Or the tomatoe. Who would have thought that having the brilliant idea of watching horror movies with other agents would bring you to this situation ? You were sat down and literally sandwiched between two bodies, Gekko's chest pressed against your back and Neon's back against your chest.

How did you end up sitting between Gekko's legs ? You had absolutely no idea.

How did you end up with Neon sitting between your legs ? You had no idea either.

You usually wouldn't mind. The gasps and shivers from these two were amusing, adorable even. But the more the movie marathon progressed, the more caged you felt. Gekko leaned further on your back, his chin resting on top of your head and his arms wrapped around your torso. You could feel his breath hitching against the crown of your head at every jumpscare. Neon on the other hand, leaned back against your chest and held your forearms against her heart. You could feel it beating fast everytime the protagonist were doing a stupid decision.

These two being very cuddly, you were used to their clinginess. However, there were a difference between being cuddled and being wring out like a piece of wet laundry. They reminded you of two children wanting to sleep with the same Teddy bear. And that Teddy bead was you.

You saw Wingman shooting you an apologizing look while Mosh was happily bouncing between Raze and Killjoy's lap, an amused glint in his eyes. Dizzy was floating sleepily next to Yoru's head and Thrash was sleeping next to Phoenix feet. Even the radivore friends were used to seeing you struggle with these two.

You let out a small sigh and felt Gekko's arms tightening aroung you.

"You good ?" he murmured while looking down at you.

Startled by his voice, Neon looked up at the both of you.

"Do you want a blanket ?" she asked.

"Please no," you sighed.

The combination of their bodies' heat was clearly enough for you.

Even when a sudden and cold breeze rised in the room.

The TV screen started to weaken until definitely shutting down, plunging the room into darkness — and making Yoru groan with irritation.

"Uhm...guys ?" Gekko asked. "What's happening ?"

You felt his arms holding you tighter as Neon shivered against your chest.

"Did someone let a window open ?"

The breeze turned into a harsh wind sweeping every snacks on its way. Then suddenly, a flash of light illuminated a ghostly figure.

"Boo."

At that moment, you did not only felt your body being squished by Gekko and Neon, you also felt like you lost twenty six percent of your hearing because of the combination of their screams. Neon buried her face in your chest and Gekko held you both tightly against his, his breath ragged.

Irritated, you shot a death glare at the now cackling ghost.

"Jett, I curse you," you growled.

Yoru tossed popcorns at her while the nanobomb duo were laughing. Only Phoenix was catching his breath. He visibly was also startled.

"What ?" Jett laughed. "It was just a silly prank ! Can't take a joke ?"

Well, oxygen clearly was not a joke for you. Your lungs were definitely wrung out.

"Air !" you wheezed.

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Breach couldn't move. Well, he technically could but it would disturb you and Raze's focus. This morning, he had to ask Raze for a revision of his arms, the left one becoming slightly squeaky and less efficient. And since he had been sat in the duelist's workshop while she was working on his arms, you took advantage of the situation to braid his hair.

He wasn't complaining. Feeling your fingers dancing from his scalp to the tip of his hair was one of the most soothing sensations he ever felt. Breach was known for his impatience, yet, he wished this moment could last forever. If Harbor could see this, he wouldn't believe his eyes.

"Is it too tight ?" you asked.

"No," he shook his head, his voice a soft murmur. "Det är trevligt."

You had a small laugh at his almost sleepy tone. You had never seen him like this, so relaxed and quiet. His energy was usually booming almost aggressively. Yet, instead of a burning explosion, you were faced with a soft but buzzing warmth.

"You know Raze," you said with a mischievous smile. "We should add some funny stickers to his arms. What do you think ?"

The Brazilian engineer smiled, her enthusiasm contagious.

"Heck yeah ! I'll even add some tags !" she suddenly stood up, her stool falling behind her. "Don't move, I go fetch my spray cans !"

You both watched her go with a fond smile. Breach shook his head, faking a worried pout.

"Don't I have a say in this decision ?" he laughed.

"Of course not, Erik !" you chuckled.

*det är trevligt = this is nice

[art-missy]

Vyse did not know if she should be amused or exasperated. Here you were, in all your glory, staring at her with joy and mischief shining in your eyes.

"What is this ?" she simply asked.

You were wearing on your head what seemed to be a customized motorcycle helmet. It was tinted in the exact color theme as her head. She noticed that you also used what looked like silicone to reproduce the different dips and shapes of her head. There were so much efforts in the details that she almost felt the need to congratulate you.

"Now we're matching !" you giggled as you took a few steps closer to her. "Well, I still don't have your royal posture and this wonderful jacket but still ! I'm satisfied with the results."

She watched you tilting your head like an expectant puppy and couldn't stop the small chuckle from escaping her throat.

"Is this the reason why you were stuck in your workshop ?" Vyse asked with a tone that was definitely amused now.

"Yep !" you nodded with enthusiasm. "You're quite the muse !"

Vyse could not admit out loud that you had the ability to make her effortlessy flustered. If she could, she would have blushed heavily.

"So," you continued. "Do you like my cosplay of you ?"

[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

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[art-missy]

Sova could feel his cheeks reddening, his palms sweating, his eyes widening and his throat swallowing. He didn't think he would ever get used to it. He felt hot under his top that now felt heavy on his shoulders.

All of this because he saw a glimpse of your skin.

You were just casually stretching your arms after a long mission and your top slightly raised. Sova felt so sinful for having such indecent thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he nervously cleared his throat and forced his eyes to look away. His gaze landed on the view outside the aircraft porthole but his attention was still on your presence next to him, on the heat your body radiated.

He could already hear Cypher making fun of him or feel the eyes of the younger agents throwing him knowing looks.

"Are you okay Sova ?" he heard you asking.

He definitely wasn't. Your soft voice and your eyebrows lightly furrowed in worry achieved to make him more enamored than he already was. And the adorable pout of concern appearing on your face at his lack of response only managed to speed up the beating of his heart. His pupils widened as he felt your hand gently taking his and squeezing it. A shiver ran down his spine when he felt your thumb caressing the back of his hand.

"Don't worry," you murmured in his ears and he knew they were red. "We're almost back at the base. You'll soon be able to rest."

To rest, huh, he thought.

Sova wondered if he could rest properly when the only thing haunting his mind was you.

[art-missy]

Is there a specific type of doctor for that ?

writing isnt even like a hobby to me anymore its just that theres images trapped in my head and if i dont get them out fast enough they start rotting in there and stinking up the place

[art-missy]

“How the fuck do you breathe with that ?”

Sal watched you trying his prosthetic with a fond eye as you were comfortably settled onto his lap. His hands stayed on your waist as your eyes analyzed the face in yours.

“Maybe I'm just used to it,” he shrugged.

“Are you never hot under that ?”

He just casually shook his head.

You looked down at the prostethic in your hands then back at the young man in front of you. A slow grin started to grow on your lips. Sal immediately recognized the mischief in your eyes.

Still looking into his eyes, you slowly started to press kisses in the inside of the prostethic, lingering where the lips were. You felt Sal shifting beneath you and you had the satisfaction to watch the wild blush spreading from his beautiful face to his ears and the back of his neck. You also felt the grip he had on your waist tightening.

His gaze was incapable of leaving you when he nervously cleared his throat.

“W-What are you doing ?”

You bit your lower lip with fondness at his slight stutter. You found him so adorable.

“I'm giving you a reason to be hot under that prostethic later.”

You gently discarded the prosthetic on his bedtable and gently pushed his shoulders so he could lie down beneath you. You smiled gently at him as you caressed his scarred face. You felt his breathing hitching at your casual boldness as you settled on his hips. You watched his adam apple bobbing with a loving fascination. Sal was there, at your mercy. And he seemed to like it. You leaned down, teasingly blowing hot air in his ear.

“Could I pretty please give you a reason for feeling hot right now ?”

[art-missy]

There were absolutely nothing to do. Grog was not only fully asleep, he also was impossible to wake up. And it therefore was impossible for you to escape. His embrace was strong, but even though you loved being laid on top of him, you were thirsty.

"Come on, big guy !" you muttered but was immediately silenced by his big hand pushing your head to his chest. "Hmph !"

Every attempt to escape was thwarted by his grip tightening around you and sleepy mumbled words from him. You ironically felt sorry for all the plushies you held in your arms as a child, now understanding them.

The pitcher of water was right there, on the bedtable, but you couldn't reach for it. So close yet so far away. And to add to your problems, Grog's natural body heat was not helping with your thirst.

You were about to try for another desperate tentative when his body suddenly moved, pulling you along. You were suddenly pinned to the bed by his weight as his head rested on your stomach.

"Dude !" you grumbled.

"Hmm ?"

If you could, you would have jumped at the sudden sound of his deep voice. A sleepy brown gaze raised up to look at you with eyes heavy with drowsiness, waiting for whatever word to come out of your mouth. You let out a sigh at the sight. How could someone with the strength of ten men could look so puppy-like ?

"I'm thirsty, big guy," you said simply.

He silently let you sit up as he grabbed the pitcher with a languid arm. He even handed you a cup. You smiled with gratitude as he let out a jaw breaking yawn and waited for you to drink.

You were so thirsty that you ended up drinking all the pitcher's content. Once done, you put the pitcher and the cup back on the bed table and lied down. Then, opening your arms, you invited Grog back to sleep. He immediately lied his head back on your stomach, his strong arms hugging your waist.

"Sorry," he sleepily mumbled.

"Don't ever apologize for being exhausted, big guy."

[art-missy]

They visibly don't have rent to pay...

[art-missy]

When Viper opened her eyes, she immediately knew you were there. Your gaze was heavy, cradling her in a warm blanket in which love and worry were knitted. Her green eyes didn't leave the cold ceiling of the infirmary as she sighed slowly.

"Not a word," she said with an exasperated tone.

"Don't worry," you replied. "I'm pretty sure the look in my eyes is enough."

Your tone was neutral, but she knew what you felt. She knew that you hated seeing her overworking herself. You had warned her, said that she was playing with her health, both mental and physical. But she didn't listen. She was too stubborn. And she ended up losing consciousness.

"I'm certain that your blood is ninety-nine percent made of coffee, by now," you hummed, as if talking to yourself.

"I said 'not a word'."

"How a brilliant mind such as yours could ignore the fact that you can't run on caffeine all week without consequences ?"

"Oh please," she groaned.

"Have you heard about apples ? Orange juice ? Sleep ?"

Her eyes left the ceiling to shoot a tired glare at you. As if used to it —and you probably were—, you ignored it and handed a cold bottle to her.

"Water ?"

She felt your eyes falling on her dark circles, and the slight hollows in her cheeks. As she sat up on the infirmary bed, Viper found your concern oddly comforting. And even though she would not admit it out loud, she was glad you were there for her, always catching her when she was falling.

"You take the week off," you said with a firm tone. "And that is non-negotiable."

She rolled her eyes but said nothing. You were as stubborn as her anyway.

[art-missy]

Hi sorry to disturb you but do you know this song

Well if you have do you think you can make a head Cannon of a reader female of course it's up to you who is also the queen of the nymphs or queen of the dragons it's up to you x male characters of vox machina I'm really am sorry if I disturb you or bother you about this it's up to you if you want to do this or not I'm not going to force you anyway so the head Cannon can be anything you wanted to be but to be honest I like this song because you know it's fun to groove out to and well it's actually pretty good song there are other good songs too but like you know any of the other vox machina characters will do as well I don't judge like the reader could be the queen of the nymphs and she doesn't mind any gender because you know nymphomaniac and nymphs don't really mind what gender they sleep with or any creature they sleep with anyway I'm Megan this too long I need hurry it up huh so it could also be about a head Cannon about the reader going through a pregnancy having an heir to the throne and whatnot you know you make your choice it's up to you I know this is a stupid idea if you want that is but for me I think it would be vax or Percy to be the ones who fathered the kids or maybe scanlon or maybe one of the other characters what do you think I hope I haven't bothered you or anything 😇😘 I love your writing you're an awesome writer

Hi Megan 👋 Thanks for the request (and the compliment (���灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ )

Even though this song is not my type of music, my brain accepted to be cooperative for once.

It ended up as a small drabble instead of a head canon, though...sorry.

"What if the baby has my father's face ?"

The look you threw at Vax'ildan was so jaded he felt his body wincing. His eyes felt on your heavy belly as you started massaging your temples.

"You know, I'm the pregnant one yet you are the most worried of us both," you said with an almost exhausted tone.

Vax'ildan's cheeks blushed slightly as he looks away. He was tensed. The more your pregnancy progressed, the more worried he was. You've noticed it all. His worries started when you both discovered that you were carrying his child, you heir. The heir of your prospering Realm. And it increased when your powers started to get out of your control because of your pregnancy, as if your baby wanted to pull pranks on their already stressing father.

"I'm not that tensed," Vax'ildan grumbled, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Darling, it's the fiftieth 'what if' you ask today," you sighed as you guided his hand on your round belly. "The baby is fine."

As if agreeing to your words, the baby kicked right where Vax'ildan hand was. The rogue chuckled softly, his hand roaming on your belly with ultimate softness.

"As fierce as you," he smiled.

"And probably as strong as you," you smiled back. "With these two qualities combined, our child will be a great ruler," you pressed a quick peck on his cheek and winked at him. "Let's just hope our little miracle won't inherit your anxiety."

Vax'ildan rolled his eyes at your words but the smile on his lips widened slightly before fading as an another thought crossed his mind. You sighed, mentally preparing for the fifty-first 'what if' of the day.

"What if the baby has my wings ?"

"Oh Vax—"

"My wings plus your powers," he went on with his anxiety. "How will our child grow ? What if—"

You suddenly pinched both of his cheeks in order to quiet him.

"If our child inherit your wings, then I know that you'll be there to teach them how to fly and to play in the air with them," you released his cheeks from your soft grip and soothed them with your thumbs. "If they inherit my powers, I'll be there to teach them how to control them. If our child inherit both your wings and my powers, then it won't change anything. Don't you agree ?"

You felt him relaxing as your words slowly sank in. He then nodded, his shoulders less tensed as he kneeled before you and pressed a long and gentle kiss on your belly.

"You're right, love," he murmured, his tone reverential. "You're absolutely right."

You nodded along his words and let out a sharp breath.

"Good," you said firmly, your hands clenching on his shoulders. "Because my water just broke."

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You were nocturnal. Weaker during the day and terrifyingly strong when the sun was set. You were always the one chosen to be the lookout when the party was sleeping in the wild. The dark, quiet and cold were childhood friends and where a common person would be frightened, you would be at ease, at peace.

So what were you doing sat in a field of sunflower in the middle of the day ?

Pike invited you in the light.

Sat right beside you, she was glowing. She was in her element while the light of the sun exhausted you. But it was fine as long as she was with you. You both might be from different worlds, your hearts belonged to the same place.

Turning her face in your direction, her sky blue eyes landed on yours and widened slightly.

"Oh shit !" she cursed. "Are you alright ?"

You blinked and looked at her with a neutral face but dazed eyes.

"You're blinding me," you said simply with a flat tone.

"Oh fuck— I'm so sorry !"

You were fine. She was the only light you accepted to be blinded and warmth with.

[art-missy]

Swimming could be therapeutic to some people. The otherworldly but welcomed sensation of flotting when you're under the surface, the satisfaction of feeling your own strenght in harmony with the water, the submarine silence embracing your hearing or the relieving sensation of your lungs inflating with air once your head surface... That was why you loved swimming so much. But of course, a certain someone had to ruin your relaxing moment.

"Having a midnight bath ?" smiled Harbor. "I can add you some waves if you want."

The teasing smile he tossed at you while sitting on the edge of the pool only irritated you further. Yet, he was not impressed by your glare, as if used to it. You swam farther from him, ignoring the voice in your head begging you to drown him. It was always that way with him.

You wanted your peace, your moment of tranquility after a long mission you had with some other agents. That was one of the reason why you waited midnight to go in the pool of the base, to be alone without anyone else with you. But of course, you weren't even granted that. Harbor always followed you and sucked your energy like a parasite. You could try to avoid him, straight up ignore him or tell him to shut it, he would always be in your way. You doubted he even noticed. For a trained agent, you found him less obervant than he made himself seem.

Holding your breath, you let yourself sink in the bottom of the pool and meditate. You tried to empty your mind of thoughts but the muffled sound of someone diving in the water distracted you. When you looked up, you saw him with that infuriating smile, waving at you. That fool still had his shirt on.

You came back to the surface and he quickly joined you.

"What do you want ?" you hissed.

"Oh ? Can't I swim too ? After all, this pool is for all the agents."

You splashed water at his face before swimming towards the pool ladder. He watched you take your towel before walking away. Once you were out of his sight, he sighed. Unbeknownst to you, he always wanted to have your attention. He had the choking sensation that if he didn't try to have it for a moment, you would forget about him. Your discreet nature already caught his notice, and he loved observing you. Maybe Gekko was right. Maybe he should try to have a common conversation with you instead of gnawing your personal space.

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