#grog x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vox Machina reacting to gn crush telling him/her that they had been told by their crushes that they're not good-looking and interesting please?

Vax thinks that’s an utter bollocks statement to make, especially since it was coming from someone you had feelings towards.

This absolute sweetheart would sit by you under a blanket of stars and keep you company until he thought you were ready to get back on your feet and show the fucker what they were missing out on.

‘They speak the universal language of bullshit.’ He’d say, which made you laugh in how he worded it. ‘I’m being serious! They don’t fucking know what they’ve missed out on, so don’t be too sad because they knew you were out of their reach and didn’t want to admit it out of their own pride.’ He adds as he allowed you to toy with his dagger

‘Still hurts though.’ You murmured as you tossed the dagger into the air and catching it by the handle as it comes down again. Vax frowns before nudging you in the side playfully.

‘Hey, it may suck now but sooner or later we’re going to look back on this and laugh at how much of a loser they were and how much better off you were without them to tie you down.’ He says and you look at him deeply before smiling. ‘Yeah they were a bit bland featured to be honest.’ You shyly admitted as vax laughed.

‘They’re bland as fuck and you are not, they’re a cunt and your far better then to let that twat have any ounce of power over you in any aspect, oh we can go see if I can pickpocket the bastard for everything their worth? Would that cheer you up?’ Vax asked as you mulled over the idea in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to want to see chaos ensue and you were quick to agree.

You and vax then ran off into the night like two giggling idiots, feeling a thousand times better then you were before.

Vex

‘Oh sweetheart that isn’t true, far from it.’ She’d say as she holds your face, wiping away your tears from your cheeks.

‘Then why would they say it.’ You said as you looked to her for answers within her eyes and Vex couldn’t help but feel her heart crack for you.

‘They’re not worth your tears, none at all if this is how they’re going to make you feel all the time.’ Vex told you as her bear companion huffed and cuddled into your side, sensing your sadness and distress and you were quick to run your hand through their fur in silent thanks.

‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected so much from them to begin with. After all nothing is set in stone.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But it still hurts regardless.’

‘And it will my dear, it will hurt but sometimes it can motivate us into going the path we were meant to all along.’ Vex replied as watched you and trinket interact with hope in her heart that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be alright in due time.

‘Thanks vex, I really needed to hear that today.’ You tell her, only for trinket to huff as you laugh and ruffle their fur, ‘and yes thank you too trinket, thank you for the emotional support.’

Trinket huffed again but this time in triumph.

Percy wouldn’t know how to comfort you at first but would find it easier to just let you air out your grievances instead.

‘They said I’m bland and unappealing! Only to then call me childish when I showed that I wasn’t happy being called such, claiming I can’t handle the truth.’ You groaned as you fell in to the empty chair that awaited you. ‘What a fucking joke.’ You murmured.

‘What they said is uncalled for and rude on all accounts,’ Percy said calmly, ‘they claim it’s true but from the stories you’ve told me about them, they’re the most boring and unpleasant person to ever engage in a conversation with without feeling the need to bring up your topic of the weather.’ He adds and you snorted at his sarcastic tone.

‘Yeah, they do tend to find the most boring things and talk about them for hours, how I thought that was attractive I’ll never know, blinded I guess.’ You shrugged as you both began to shit talk about your former crush and nitpick at their every aspect with scrutinising detail.

‘They cannot tie a cravat properly to save his life.’ Percy quipped.

‘They avoid taverns because they don’t like the liveliness of them, nor the rowdiness.’ You add.

Percy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Pretentious prick.’

You jolted forward in your seat towards him as though you were going to tell him a secret. ‘He’s not even from a well known enough family for that Percy’s they just wanna act like they are.’ You swore you saw Percy smile before he hid it behind his hand.

‘How embarrassing.’ He mumbles.

‘I know right?!’ You exclaimed as throughout the night you and Percy spend most of it together and shit talking the rejection away.

Keyleth would immediately try to disprove this by taking you out to her garden and showing you all the flowers.

‘Why am I here keyleth? To show how unappealing I am in comparison to pretty flowers?’ You asked.

‘No! I brought you here to show that every flower within my garden is no less loved than the other, all of them are watered and properly cared for regardless of how they look or what they smell like.’ Keyleth replied as she made you look at the daises, lavenders, chrysanthemums, water lilies, thistle, roses, Lilly of the valley and many more as thought they were a kaleidoscope of beauty in all its forms.

‘They are indeed all beautiful in their own unique way.’ You mumbled as you brushed one of the petals of a rose. Keyleth smiled as she put her hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

‘All flowers are loved by someone and you will find someone who will love you just as much as a Gardner loves their flowers.’ She reassured you in a sweet yet calming voice. ‘For you are worthy of love just like these flowers and you’ll find them, it just takes a little time and patience to happen. So hold on tight because someone is out there looking for the prettiest flower; you.’ She finished and you smiled back at her, resting your hands on top of hers, feeling reassured.

‘Thanks keyleth, I really needed it.’ You replied.

Grog

‘Well they’re stupid.’ He’d say in response.

‘but what if they’re right?’ You asked, defeated. ‘What if I am boring and unappealing?’

Grog huffs. ‘Bullshit. You’re far from either boring or unappealing, they’re just weak shit and cowardly because they know they can’t handle someone like you.’

You’d lean into his side and smiling softly. ‘Thanks for cheering me up Grog, I really needed it.’

‘No problem buddy.’ He smiles as he pats your head as a moment of silence passed between you two. ‘So…do you wanna fuck up some bad guys to relive the stress?’ He then asks and you smiled at him.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’ You tell him as you both set off to kick some ass.

[staratie]

vox machina boys impressing you

sfw

Percy

Being a gentleman is a good way to impress a someone, but you’re used to it so when Percy acts extra gentlemanly you don’t really give it a second thought.

So he improvises by adding more flair to his shots when the team is against an enemy.

Vax

Knives are his specialty, so why not make him look more badass than doing fancy, dangerous moves with them?

Sometimes it gets to the point where he gets cut badly, but, luckily, he always gets extra attention from you when you tend to his wounds.

Scanlan

His voice is music and breathtaking (to him) so he obviously composed songs with a subtle hint about how he feels about you.

Grogg

Grog is widely known for his strength so if he sees anything large or looks heavy, he’ll pick it up when you just happen to be passing by.

“Look what I got!” He’d tell you. Once he’s grabbed your attention, he gives you a grin and starts lifting the item like weights.

[ittosthicknjuicyazz]

now im hyper fixating on vox machina

so send requests PRERTY PLEASR

I think i wanna write angst and romance and perhaps isekai stuff

I also havent finished season 3 so no major spoilers plss

[finn-writes-stuff]

May I ask for headcanons for Grog, Scanlan, Percy and Vax with gn shy s/o pretty please?

Shrinking Violet

Quiet and shy, you've caught the eyes of the men of Vox Machina.

Grog, Scanlan, Percy & Vax x Reader

Fandom: The Legends of Vox Machina/Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

Gender-Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Whoever sends me a proper Percy request next is going to have my hand in marriage. -Finn

Grog

Grog has never been shy in his life. It often just doesn't occur to him to be nervous about talking to people. He has things he wants to say and do, so why would he not?

It creates an interesting contrast with you. His booming exuberance compared to your quiet restraint. There's a joke in the party that between the two of you, it averages out to the perfect usual amount of speech.

Grog wants you to feel comfortable around him! He understands on some level that people are often quiet around him because they're scared or intimidated, and he really doesn't want you to be.

You're definitely able to notice that Grog is gentler with you, trying to pull you out of your shell without scaring you off.

The extra obvious tell is Pike trying to very nonchalantly tell you about how Grog is totally chill and you can just talk with him! She isn't the most subtle of wingmen.

Scanlan

He has little restraint and even less shame. He will say anything that pops into his head, no matter how awful it is. Speaking to him will inevitably leave your ears burning.

Scanlan thinks it's kind of cute that you're so shy and makes a game out of getting you to laugh at his jokes and talk without seeming so nervous.

Seeing you when you're happy enough to forget how nerve-wracking social interaction is, melts him. The first time that he made you properly laugh, like a full, loud, straight from the chest laugh, he was left a little dazed.

The innuendos actually get worse. You don't brush them off with snark the same way most of the party does, and he absolutely capitalizes on it to double down on flirting with you.

Percy

Percy has a hack for social interaction and it boils down to being rich. He leans into the 'I am important and smart and well-spoken' part of his personality and it gets him what he wants. So even when social interaction is overwhelming, he can just default to that.

So, naturally, he teaches you the finer points of it to help you talk when you need to. He lets you practice with him and only laughs when you start making fun of him.

He is a big fan of leaving crowded situations to go work in his own space, and he will offer you the chance to come with him whenever he does. You just have to hold tools for him while he works.

If you're in a situation where you're stuck talking with strangers, he develops a habit of sweeping in with a convenient reason for you to leave the conversation. It satisfies something deep in his chest when he gets to play your knight in shining armor.

Vax

Vax'ildan, king of charming his way behind closed doors. He is pretty solidly at ease in conversations, and when he isn't, he can certainly fake it.

He'll tease you about how shy you are, he finds it adorable and he likes pushing to see how far it goes.

That doesn't mean that he allows other people to tease you or push is though. He will make them fuck off the moment you look uncomfortable.

As a kid, he was shy and nervous, but it has been a long time since he had to watch everything he said. He doesn't want you to feel that talking is going to get you in trouble. As much as he can be an ass, he genuinely wants you to be comfortable with him and the rest of the party.

[critical-twenty]

I'm kinda new to the cr fandom so i only know c1 stuff... could you write something with the prompt "is it okay to hug you?" from the part 2 list! Maybe something with the party having a s/o who struggles with touch and being vulnerable who has been having a very stressful day? Cries easily when they are frustrated or upset? 😢 If thats too much maybe just something with Vax or Percy cause i love them the most. 💖

sorry this is so late! it’s been sitting in my notes for ages, i’ve just been too busy to post it!

S/O who struggles with touch has a stressful day!

Vax

Vax never really has an issue with the lack of touch in your relationship

Sure, he likes to hold your hand, but it’s not the end of the world if you don’t want to

He’s able to fluster you with just his words anyway

But when you come home one day with tears in your eyes and tension in your back, Vax is unsure of what to do

His first instinct is to reach out to you. It’s what he does for Vex and the others, so why wouldn’t he?

He stops himself when he remembers how much you dislike being touched without express permission

Even when you start crying, Vax doesn’t want to make things worse, so he just stares at you as he tries to ask what’s wrong

You look up at him through tearful eyes and ask ‘Can I hug you?’

Vax is immediately scooping you into his arms, letting his warmth invade your senses and comfort you

He tentatively begins to rub a hand up and down your back, continuing when you don’t tell him to stop

He’s relieved, in all honesty. He’s relieved he can help you and he’s honored that you let him hug you in such a moment of need

When you finally calm down enough to talk, he draws away to give you some space

His fingers stay connected with yours though, as you won’t let him go

He smiles at this, before pressing a kiss to your head

‘I’m sorry you had such a hard day, sweetheart. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be’

And he is 🖤

Grog

It took Grog a while to understand your reluctance in touch

It wasn’t that he thought it was weird, he just couldn’t read the signals as to how uncomfortable you were with his physical affection and you didn’t want to say anything

Finally, though, you told him about how you weren’t the biggest fan of touching

He nods, but it doesn’t fully register

Still he tries his best to remember, but he forget sometimes

He apologizes when he forgets and you can’t really get mad at him when he’s so genuine

When you come back home from a really rough day, Grog can instantly tell that something is up

He’s not the smartest, but when it comes to your happiness, he’s learned to become more attentive

He also knows that you don’t always want to be touched when you’re like this

(Pike had reminded him enough that it stuck with him)

So he watches you until he really can’t stand the sight of it anymore

‘Can I hug you?’

You look up at him with tears ready to fall and nod

Grog gives the best comforting hugs. He’s gentle but firm and he won’t let go until you ask him to

He’s not perfect, but he’s trying

Percy

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III was never a man who thrived in touch

He rarely initiated physical contact with you and whenever he did, he asked for your permission first

It was like he already knew about your dislike for touch without you even telling him

(He definitely did. He’s observant enough to see your subtle emotions and tells)

You were perfectly content with a dynamic mostly built on quality time and acts of service, rather than physical affection

This wasn’t always the case though

You had had a particularly hard day at work. There was so much to do and you felt like not enough time to do it all

So, when you walked into Percy’s Tinker Room, he instantly noticed your tense demeanor

He is the king of stress himself, he knows the signs

However he doesn’t know what to do. He knows that he likes to be alone when stressed, but by seeking him out you seem to want to be around him

He contemplates in his head for a moment as you tell him about your day, waiting for you to finish before he stands up and comes over to you

‘May I hug you, darling?’

You immediately look at him, before barreling into his arms

He’s quick to wrap them around you, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head as he tries to ground you

He’ll hold you as long as you want. He’ll even offer cuddles

Needless to say, he’s done working for the day. You need him and that’s 10x more important than anything else

Scanlan

It took Scanlan awhile to adapt to your feelings on touch

He’s a naturally extroverted person and he’s usually the first to initiate physical contact with anyone, so it’s an adjustment for him

However, once he finds out that it’s even more fun to fluster you with his shitty pick-up lines and love songs, the physical touch thing becomes easier

He slips up every once in a while, but he tries to make it up to you (he is a secret romantic underneath that… sexual persona)

You go find him, sitting with his lute, after an awful day

You were tired, and stressed, and part of you just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when this project you were working on was over

Scanlan knew the minute you walked over to him that something was up

Not wanting to be obvious in his effort to comfort you, and not wanting to touch you when you were clearly already tense, he decided to do what he does best: talk

He began to make small talk, talking about his songs and his day and whatever was going on with his friends

He thought it was working, until you said his name and looked up at him with tired eyes

‘Can I have a hug?’

He was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting it, but he got over it quickly

He lightly wrapped himself around you, holding you close and just letting it be

It was rare that Scanlan was so silent but, for once, the only sound was breathing

It was a small moment, but it was more than enough for you

Keyleth

Keyleth was awkward at first

Not because she had a hard time without physical affection, but more because she didn’t know what to do in general

Romance was still foreign to her

Still, she read your body language with perfection

You didn’t even need to tell her that you didn’t like physical touch… she just knew

You were thankful for that

It had been a stressful day and you were really just looking forward to hanging out with Keyleth

Sitting in the forest and listening to her talk to the plants always calmed you down

But even as you sat there, the stress didn’t go away

Keyleth noticed immediately, of course

She’s not great at words but she is more than adept at movement

‘…Is it okay if I hug you?’

You looked up with wide eyes and Keyleth immediately backtracks

‘We don’t have to, of course! You just seemed a bit tense and I thought maybe a hug might help be we don’t have to do that if you don’t-‘

She’s cut off by your arms gently wrapping around her waist

She freezes for a moment, before embracing you

It’s warm and comforting and Keyleth suddenly understands why people like doing this so much

She’ll hold you as long as you need. After all, she’s enjoying herself just as much as you are

Vex

Vex’ahlia is the queen of subtle touches

She loved resting a hand on the shoulders of her friends, or bumping into them playfully as they walked

It took a bit of self-control to not do those things with you

It wasn’t hard, per say. It just required a bit more focus and awareness of her movements

But, Vex would do anything for you, so she learned (quickly, as expected)

It was after a fight, while everyone was setting up camp, that Vex noticed the look on your face

It was the same look she saw when you were stuck on a particular puzzle, or when everything seemed to be piling on your shoulders

‘My dear, are you alright?’

You shrug half heartedly

‘Would you like to accompany Trinket and I on a walk? I think it will be quite relaxing and the moon is especially gorgeous tonight.’

Vex waits for your reply when finally you look up

‘Vex, will you hold me?’

Vex doesn’t even falter

Sure, she’s surprised, but the urge to comfort you overrides everything else

She hold you as close as she can without it being uncomfortable, rubbing circles on your back and whispering sweet encouragements into your ear

When you part, she tells you to take your time joining the rest of the party, before turning around and giving hushed threats to anyone who dares make a comment

You hear them, but it’s endearing. It shows that she care.

Pike

Pike is a very affectionate person

Not in the same flirty way as Vax or Scanlan, nor in the subtle way as Vex

Pike was just a very loving woman. Physical affection (including hugs) were just commonplace to her

Which is why she was a little stunned when you told her that you weren’t too fond of physical touch

It was hard for her, at first, because she had to find new ways to express all the love that she had for you, but your comfort came before everything

She always asked before initiating anything and you were always so thankful for that

One day, you came back to find Pike kneeling in the garden, mumbling under her breath

You assumed she was praying (for what, you weren’t sure) but you really needed her

Today had been hell and Pike had always known how to make you feel better

Sitting behind her, you gently rested your head on her shoulder

She tensed, knowing it was you, but confused by the display of touch

Still, she didn’t saying anything

‘Pike…’

She knew with that one call of her name what you needed

‘Do you want me to hug you?’

A small nod was all it took for Pike to spin around and gather you in her arms

Her hugs were like sunshine embodied

You felt all your stress and tension slip away as she held you close

Maybe she was a God herself, with the way she made you feel so safe in her embrace

[demigoddessqueens]

Headcanons of how would Vox Machina react to their s/o asking for their hand to gently kiss their knuckles? They grinned widely as they said they always wanted to do that to their s/o!

Awwwhhhhh fifjkekrkkt 🥹💕😭💞💗

Vex’ahlia

She thinks it’s so cute and sweet of you and of course her darling can’t go unsmooched either

Keyleth

A cherry tomato mess who loves the affection and attention you give her

Vax’ildan

Smooth mf who goes above reciprocating a kiss, going along your arm, neck, lips

Percy

Ever the suave gentleman (when he wants to be) who kisses your knuckles back and along the inside of your palm too

Pike

She has the cutest giggle when you kiss her knuckles, complete with flushed cheeks

Scanlan

Of course he has to reciprocate because why wouldn’t he? May even do an impromptu song if he does

Grog

Unknowing at first, but has the loudest laugh and most bone-crushing hug when he realizes

[athenaderiva]

Oooh curious, headcanons on tlovm members and having bard!reader partner pls <3

Bard x Vox Machina

Scanlan

He loves it. He loves performing with you, he loves watching you when you perform, he loves how you restring and tune his lute when you do yours even though he is more than capable himself.

Vax

He doesn't know how this happened, but he is enamoured with you. He would usually find your sort of behaviours irritating, but with you it's endearing. Scanlan never lets him live it down, the way he watches you perform, the way he stands guard around you in battle, the way he learns to take care of your instruments.

Vex

She is irritated that you are more charming than she is. But somehow, it's not as irritating as she expected. She grows to adore your persuasive ways, the way you get more money out of jobs, lower prices, and the way you wrap yourself around her after each performance.

Pike

She loves every part of you. She loves how you light up when you sing, the way your hands deftly move up and down your instrument. She adores you. She is the first to congratulate you when a crowd falls at your feet.

Grog

He sings with you sometimes, when you're travelling. He'll sit and stare while you tune your instruments, scared to touch them in case he breaks them with how delicate they are.

Keyleth

She watches you with adoration. Her eyes light up every time you sing or touch an instrument, waiting ecstatically for you to begin a performance. She cheers for you before the last note leaves you, running up to hold you.

Percy

Similar to Vax, he isn't quite sure how he fell for you. Your antics get you both in trouble far more than he would like. But there is nobody who he would rather get into trouble with, and watching you persuade your way out of trouble.

[critical-roll-fanfics]

My Protector (Grog x Fem!reader)

Listening to the thumping music of the band playing on stage, I look around, looking for the man that said he would be there. Sighing I go up to the bar, sitting down in front of it.

"Hello love." A man with a thick, red beard sat down beside me. His firey red hair matched his beard perfectly. His green eyes the same color as the mountains in the spring time. Some thing about this man was offputting though. "I've heard tales of elven beauty but I have never seen it for myself." He leans in a little more as he says this. "How about I buy you a drink sugar?" He holds up his hand to the bartender to signal he wants two drinks.

"Sorry but I'm here to meet someone." I say looking at him, leaning away from him.

"I don't see anyone." He says, looking around the bar. The bartender set two drinks down in front of us, giving me a wink as she did. The man takes his, pushing mine towards me.

"Sorry but I don't feel like I should be drinking right now." I look around franticly for anyone to help me. He grabs onto my hand, pulling my closer to him.

"Come on sugar." I cringe at his pet-name.

"No!" I say trying to pull away from his grasp. That was untill I saw a very fimillair hand on his shoulder.

"Didn't ya hear the pretty lady?" His usual deep, groff voice, slightly deeper to establish his dominace in the situation. I saw the red haired man swollow hard as he turned around to look at the golliath.

"Who are you?" The red haired man asked, tring to sound tough, misserably failing.

"Your worst nightmare." Was the golliths last words before he punched the shit out of the dude, knocking him out cold.

"Thank you Grog." I say looking up, smiling at him.

"Your welcome lovey." He says, kicking the body of the red haired man away from the chair, taking the seat he was siting in just moments before. He looks down at my drink. "You gonna drink that?"

"No Grog." I push the tankard toward him. He smiles down at me before taking the drink and downing it in a few seconds. He slams the tankard back down on the bar, letting out a knarley burp as he did so.

The bartender comes over to us, "What can I get you lovely people?" I could tell that she was trying not to offend Grog, in fear of ending up like the man laying on the floor.

"I just would like, a like, whole barrel of ale, uh please." Grog's voice was light and sweet.

"Oh ok." The barmaid responds before skittering off into the cellar.

"How long was that guy bothering you?" Nodding his head over to the body laying on the floor, rousing to concousness. I detected a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Not very long, he maybe got a few sentences in before you showed up." I take his large hand in both of mine.

"How many is a few?" The confusion evident on his face making me giggle slightly.

"Like 5ish." He tilts his head as I say this.

"Is that a lot?"

"Not really Grog."

"Good." He takes him free hand to grab the stool I was sitting on, pulling it towards him, catching the guys pinky, making him finally come to full concoussness. Screaming. The red haired man stood up from the ground. causing Grog to stand up and face him, Puffing out his chest a slight bit.

"You crazy motherfu-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before Grog pulled him in close by his collar, lifting him off the ground.

"Get lost." Grogs voice was stern. I couldn't detect anything but fear on the red haired mans face. He nods real fast. Grog set him down to let him run out of the tavern, which he did. The barmaid came up to where I was sat and where Grog was standing, setting down the barrel. I watched as Grogs face lit up at the sight of the barrel, rushing to sit down and start drinking the ale. The barmaid smiled at me and backed away slowly.

"You know Grog," He puts his barrel down onto the bar and looked at me.

"Do I know what?" He tilts his head in confusion.

"You are always there when I need a bit of muscle to get me out of tricky situations." I lean my head onto his bicep.

"Yeah." He looks down at me.

"Your like my own special protector."

"yeah."

[dreaming-in-4d]

Beauty and the Booze - Grog Strongjaw x Dragonborn Reader

Vox Machina arrived in a new town just as night was falling. They were all tired, hungry, and magically burnt out. Grog had already decided many miles ago that his allies were in need of ale. The group headed for the local tavern only to see a large crowd gathered around the entrance.

Our heroes asked one man, "what's this here, friend?"

"A weekly ritual at this point, stranger," he replied. "Another dumb schmuck has challenged (y/n)."

"(y/n)?"

"The blacksmith's daughter."

With his great strength and might need for booze, Grog plowed through the crowd. The goliath's companions follow behind. Once inside, the adventurers take in the sight of two figures sitting across from each other with several empty mugs and a number of spectators strewn about them.

On the left is the challenger; a large man nearly seven feet tall. To the right, the reigning champion, (y/n); a dragonborn lass with shining golden scales and sharp curving horns. Her smaller stature doesn't seem to deter her from downing multiple rounds of alcohol.

Grog gazes at the hardy female, feeling both impressed and infatuated. He couldn't help but stare as the ale dribbles down her chin and onto her chest, soaking into her soot-covered shirt.

The challenger seemed to be near his limit. Onlookers could see the man going pale. Moments later, he rushes from the building to unload his insides on the outside streets.

The bar erupts in a roar of rowdy cheers as their champion arose from her seat, pumping her fists in victory.

"She's perfect," Grog swooned. Pike looked up at her lovestruck friend and smiled.

"Well lads," the draconic dame chuckled proudly, "it's been fun but I gotta head out."

She began making her exit tipsily, bumping into our heroes and unintentionally tapping shoulders with Grog.

"Oh, sorry about that, bud," she said. Grog just stood there slack-jawed and with even less brain power than usual. "Right." She moved past the crowd and began making the trek back to her own home.

Percy went to the tavern owner and acquired a couple rooms for his party. Room 1: Percy, Vex, Vax, Keyleth. Room 2: Pike, Scanlan, Grog.

Most of the party were able to knock out pretty easily while one remained awake. Grog couldn't get (y/n) out of his head. She was everything he could've ever wanted, but judging by their interaction downstairs, he didn't know how to approach his feelings.

The goliath nudged Scanlan awake. The gnome groaned, looking up at his friend with tired eyes. "Ugh, Grog, it's late. What do you want?"

"I need to ask you something," Grog explains, "do you uh...do you believe in love at first sight?"

Upon learning that this was a romantic matter, Scanlan sat up from his cot. "Well buddy," he began, "if you look just a little bit to your left you'll have your answer."

The duo moved their vision towards the sleeping form of Pike.

"I don't get it," Grog responds.

Scanlan refrains from smacking his own forehead at his friend's utter obliviousness. "Yes, Grog. Yes I do."

"Okay. And say you want to try to impress the person you're in love with. What would you do?"

"Well, going by my own talents, I'd most likely spin a heartfelt song for them. But that's me. You need to think about what you're good at."

"Hmm...fighting, smashing things...fighting...and drinking. Oh my gods. Scanlan I think I just had an amenity."

"I think you mean epiphany," Scanlan commented.

"Yeah that too"

With the situation supposedly remedied, the two friends returned to their sleep.

--

The next morning, Grog conspired with his two gnome friends on how to get (y/n)'s attention. The plan was for Grog to be the next person to challenge the object of his affection to a drinking contest.

The downside was that Grog was in no position to talk to her when out of his element. Instead, Scanlan was sent as a singing telegram to the daughter of the blacksmith.

Scanlan entered the smith's shop, its walls and shelves filled to the brim with well-grafted weapons and armor. His eyes first take notice of a towering dragonborn working at the forge.

"Um, hey there," he said awkwardly.

The draconic male stepped away from his tools and greeted him saying, "good day, my small friend. How can I help ye today?"

"I come on behalf of a lovestruck goliath."

"Well you may tell them I'm flattered but I'm already married."

"Well actually his affections are directed to your daughter."

"(y/n)? How unforeseen. Very well. (y/n)!"

(y/n) enters the shop from the back door dressed in full artificer's regalia. "What is it, dad?"

"This gnome apparently has a message for you from a friend."

(y/n) looked curiously as Scanlan retrieved his lute.

♫ my dear beauty with the golden scales,

meet me tonight for a round of ale

I've seen the might of your drinking skills

let's see who has the greater will ♫

(y/n) was stunned. Never had she received a challenge in song form and certainly not one with romantic undertones.

With an intrigued chuckle she says, "tell your friend that I happily accept his challenge."

"Great," Scanlan said with a grin, "thank you. I'll be on my way now."

Scanlan exited the shop just as (y/n)'s mother entered.

"What was all that now?" she asked.

"Our daughter has a date," the father answered.

--

Later in the evening, everyone gathered at the tavern to witness the challenge. Grog was sitting at the bar, feeling anxious. Pike gave her friend some words of encouragement. In that moment, Grog decided he needed a starter. He ordered himself a pint, filling his body with liquid courage. The townsfolk announced (y/n)'s arrival at the tavern.

"Alright," she said with confidence, "who among you has challenged me?"

Swallowing down his starter, Grog stood up and said awkwardly, "uh, that'd be me."

"Oh yes, I remember you from the night before. I'm flattered by your rather unorthodox message."

Grog felt a warmth in his face that for once in his life didn't come from booze.

"I see you've already given yourself a head start," (y/n) commented, noticing the large mug in her challenger's hand. Grog embarrassingly tosses aside his mug (nearly clocking some poor soul in the face) before moving to one of the large tables. (y/n) took her seat across from him as the barkeep came over.

"House rules," they began, "first to puke or pass out loses."

"Good luck," (y/n) says.

The barkeep brings over the first round and the battle of the booze begins. The two appear equally matched as stacks of empty mugs begin to pile up. (y/n) seems to move at a slightly faster pace. A half-hour passes by as (y/n) takes the time to compliment Grog.

"I must say," the gold scaled girl says, "I don't think I've had anyone keep up with me. Color me impressed."

Grog tries to keep his composure at her words, focusing on his drinking.

Tensions rose at the top of the hour, the locals cheering for (y/n) while Vox Machina (specifically Pike and Scanlan) calling out to Grog.

"This goes on much longer and tavern will be completely cleaned out," Percy commented.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Vex added.

"Indeed."

The tavern was in fact on their last barrel. (y/n) winced slightly while promising to heavily compensate for the amount of ale she and Grog had been running through. She looks to her opponent who has been double fisting for the past few rounds. With a slip of the hand, (y/n) toppled over, knocking her head on the table.

There was a long silence as all gazed in awe. The townsfolk were in shock as their long time champion lay buzzed out on the floor.

"Fuck yeah!" Scanlan hollered, breaking the silence.

"Woo, Grog!" Pike shouted out. They rushed to their victorious friends.

Grog himself was almost in disbelief. He didn't feel like he had to win the challenge. To him, he had already won back when (y/n) had spoken her words of admiration. On the subject of (y/n), she slowly came to, groaning in pain.

"Pike," Grog gestured to his friend. The cleric understood what he was trying to communicate.

Pike wanders over to the inebriated dragonborn and uses her magic to heal her.

(y/n) came to asking, "What happened?"

"You...you lost," one of the bystanders answered, still shocked.

"Lost?" she turned to Grog who gave an awkward wave. She chuckled and said walked over to him. "I seem to have been bested. I congratulate you Mr..."

"Uh Grog. Grog Strongjaw."

"Grog; another word for ale. I like it."

The smitten giant responded with a goofy smile, making (y/n) giggle.

"Damn," she said looking at the time, "we've been here a while. Guess I'll see ya around." (y/n) took her leave, smiling back at the tavern.

--

After spending two nights in town, Vox Machina was ready to press on. They were about to exit when they heard a familiar voice behind them.

"Wait!" The group looked to see (y/n) rushing towards them. She had an unknown object tucked under her arm. Grog's face flushed as she approached them. "I just talked to the innkeeper," she said, "He told me that you were on your way out and that you paid for ale."

"A gentleman must be the one to pay the bill," Percy stated.

She nodded to the gunslinger and turned to Grog, presenting the object him. A gauntlet to be worn on the wrist, forged with obsidian.

"To yesterday's champion," she spoke, "I've been saving it for two-and-a-half years, waiting to gift it to whoever could out drink me."

Grog accepted the gift with awe-stricken eyes.

"It might be a bit small on you but I'm sure you can have it resized."

Grog snatched the bag of holding from Vax and quickly tucked the piece of armor inside.

"One more thing..." (y/n) gestured for him to lean down at which point she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Until we meet again."

(y/n) trekked back into town as Scanlan hollered, "Alright Grog!" The goliath didn't answer.

"Grog?" Pike spoke. The group looked to see that Grog's eyes were glazed over and he had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh great," Percy spoke, "she stole his heart and his brain."

"What was left of it anyways," Vex added.

It took the whole of Vox Machina to pull Grog along as the band of adventurers continued onward.

[randoimago]

Warming Up Their S/O’s Cold Hands

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth, Orym, Dariax

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): This is for the top 4 results on the Poll I Did. Honestly, I kind of expected Keyleth and Grog to be winners, but am pleasantly surprised to see Orym and Dariax too. But yeah, I made the poll because my hands were freezing and thought it’d be fun to see who people thought would be the best for hand warming.

Grog

Despite being like half naked, this man just radiates body heat. You mention your hands being cold and he’s happy to just engulf them with his own.

Of course he does mention sticking them over a fire, but then decides he likes the idea of “tricking” you into physical affection - it’s very clear what he’s trying to do but you’re cold so no way are you calling him out.

If you try to put your hands on his chest or back, he’ll let out a high pitched yelp at the cold. It’s honestly pretty hilarious and he grumbles and tells you to quit laughing or he won’t give you cuddles.

Dariax

He notices you clenching and unclenching your fists a lot and wonder if you’re itching for a fight. He’s sure he could find someone that looks like enough of an asshole for you.

But then he sees that you’re doing it in hopes of warming up your hands. Honestly that makes a lot more sense. Dariax is quick to give you a smile and offer his own hands to you.

Dariax would also try to find a loaf of bread for some reason. He’d state that he heard that apparently if you stick your hands in either side of freshly baked bread that it feels like mittens. He feels like those rumors are dumb, but one way to find out. And you get a nice snack out of it!

Keyleth

Keyleth sees you rubbing your hands together to get some kind of warmth and she’s quick to mention being able to help. She can use some druidcrafting to make her own hands warmer so they can help warm you up. If you’re okay with handholding, she’s totally fine with finding other methods. Wouldn’t want to pressure you or anything... (she very much wants to hold hands).

Has some happy humming as she holds your hands in hers. Might make a face because your hands are very cold, but she endures it because this is to help you out.

Might try to find you some mittens or see if she can fashion together anything to help keep your hands warm too. As much as she’d love to hold your hands all day, she also thinks it’d be super cute if you had matching mittens. She’d love to knit some except she doesn’t know how to knit. It’s the thought that counts.

Orym

Like Keyleth, he’s happy to use some druidcrafting to hold your hands, if you let him. He just noticed you looking uncomfortable and doesn’t want you to go through that.

He’s a little guy, but he still tries his best to warm you up. Might see if he can make a nice, hot cup of tea that he can give you to help warm you up too, keeping his hands over yours as you hold the mug.

Orym isn’t the tallest guy and his arm might tire a bit from reaching up to hold yours. But he grins and bears it. He likes the physical contact and also doesn’t want to to let go until your hands are nice and warm.

[blueseachelle]

Masterlists and Request topics

I will right anything from tooth rotting fluff to smut. The only thing I WILL NOT write would be anything related to the topic of Non-Consented things, Rape, Sexual Assault, etc. (I don't want to trigger anything for anyone or for myself.)

I will continue to edit this post accordingly in the future

Masterlists!

Masterlist For Vox Machina

Masterlist For Hogwarts Legacy

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Just found this author and I already love the writing!!

Vox Machina Masterlist

Last Updated: 04/28/2023

Vox Machina:

Good Friends Have Your Back

Magic Talks and Tavern Brawls

VM x reader: Drunk in the Morning

VM x reader: Drunk in the Morning Roles Reversed

VM boys x reader: Return, I Beg You

VM x reader: Aftercare (headcanons)

VM x reader: Arcane Secrets (headcanons)

(Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III)

Winner Winner Home Cooked Dinner (headcanons poly percy x vax x reader)

Not You (mind controlled reader headcanons)

First Times (headcanons)

Past Love pt1.

Past Love pt2.

I’m Home With You pt1.

I’m Home With You pt2.

Dinner Tease (nsfw adjacent)

Matter of Pride

Escape

Reunion

Saviour

Another Name pt1.

Another Name pt2.

Inner Storm

Irrational

Come Home With Me

Dance With The Fairies pt1.

Dance With The Fairies pt2.

Dance With The Fairies pt3.

Love Makes Blind? (Find My Glasses Please)

Righteous

Wedding

Memory

Sleepless Wanderer

Not Meant To Be

Lovely Rival

Sunken Tomb Revival

Scars and Memories

He Proposed

(Vax’ildan)

Steamy Lies Lead to Date Night?

Winner Winner Home Cooked Dinner (headcanons poly percy x vax x reader)

Slow and Steady (relationship headcanons)

Breaking Old Habits

Dance With Me

Matron’s Bargain

Comfy

Not That Girl

Partner in Crime

Partner in Crime pt2.

Mindful Deal

May We Meet Again

(Keyleth)

Sobered Up

Forced Vacation

(Grog)

Reading Lesson

Storm

(Vex’ahlia)

New Bear Friend

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request headcanons for Grog, Scanlan, Percy, and Vax with gn s/o who is a hopeless romantic please?

Grog doesn’t really get it. A lot of the gestures go straight over his head, and he doesn’t see what all the effort is about. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the effort. Grog just thinks that the best way to tell someone how you feel is to, you know, tell them how you feel. Also bring them sandwiches. Way to a man’s (or whoever’s) heart is through their stomach. Can’t have a full heart with an empty belly.

Scanlan likes to pretend he’s a hopeless romantic, but in reality it’s all bravado. When faced with a true romantic Scanlan doesn’t know what to do. None of his usually tricks gestures work on them. And when they do something it just makes his heart flutter so loud he’s genuinely concerned that it might come right out of his chest. He feels a little inadequate by comparison. Good thing he knows how to use his **** really good.

Percy adores it. Percy wishes he could be hopelessly earnest…about anything anymore. Seeing you be such a hopeless romantic, with someone as unworthy as him, makes him cherish you all the more. He wants to protect that no matter what. Be that honoring your feelings to the best of his abilities, or protecting you from those who would dampen your spirit.

Vax pretends not to like it, saying that it’s all just a bunch of sappy nonsense, but truly he loves it. Being in the shadows, both literally and mentally, he hasn’t gotten a lot of attention. Or at least positive attention. Having someone what to shower him with affection, gifts, whatever, is something he desperately craves. Vax tries to act cool but the minute it looks like their affection might turn, he clings to them. Sometimes literally.

[art-missy]

"You won't give me a goodnight kiss ?"

The very obvious pout on Grog's lips made you chuckle. The almost innocence in his eyes as he stared at you with his puppy-like eyes (if a puppy could break someone's jaw with one flick of a finger) that could melt your heart. But you knew that under his endearing gaze and the softness of his large calloused hands when he touched your skin hid a mischievous side that you were the only one to know.

"The hug wasn't enough ?" you chuckled.

"Of course not !" he crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully then laughed.

"I patted your head and hugged you, Grog."

"But you didn't kiss me," he huffed, his pout still.

You sighed then took his face between your hands. You took your sweet time, observing the lively spark in his eyes as he waited for your next action. You then leaned forward and smirked when Grog closed his eyes. Finally, you pressed a soft kiss on the top of his nose.

"There. Your goodnight kiss."

But Grog kept sulking. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his nose scrunched and his superior lip raised in a scowl.

"I wanted it on the lips."

Your laugh boomed in the room as Grog's pout creased his facial traits. After a few minutes, you calmed down and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, big guy," you smiled and he couldn't help but smile too. "But only if you ask nicely."

"Pretty pretty please could I have a kiss on my pretty pretty lips ?"

You snorted as he presented his expectant lips to you and leaned forward with hopeful eyes.

"Alright. Come here."

If anyone saw him, that person would not believe that big guy you were kissing was the same who could break anyone's jaw.

[finn-writes-stuff]

Jack of All Trades (pt 2)

A follow-up to -this- post, with the rest of the party. The Original Request: Hello. If you're willing and have the time, I jumbly request a TLOVM headcannon for the team having an s/o who steals their weapons and tries to figure out to use them. What would their reactions be and would they/how would they teach them to use the weapons?

Percy, Vax, Scanlan & Grog x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Some credit to my lovely partner for giving me accurate info about their specific weapons. As well as a discussion on whether or not you can say Percy or Orthax invented Guns. -Finn

Percy

With anyone else in the party, there's a good chance you may have used a weapon like theirs before. But not Percy and his guns. These are his own inventions, new to Tal'Dorei completely.

They are also powered by exploding gunpowder. He is a little bit worried about letting you handle them.

Hearing a gunshot when he isn't causing it is a deep cause of concern for him, please don't steal his guns, just ask.

Percy will absolutely teach you! It's a chance to have his arms around you as he steadies your aim and stance.

He's a very...specific teacher. You have to make sure he doesn't get too wrapped up in the fine details. Keep him on track with how to shoot and he won't get way into the actual mechanics of the hammer of the gun.

Let him watch you shoot after you get the hang of it. He'll start to understand why you like watching him so much.

Vax

This man owns so many knives. He has a full-out collection of daggers. Hugging him is a dangerous prospect because you never know where one is hiding.

And with all the different daggers, it can't be that hard to steal one or two of them. How could he even notice?

Stealing them proves to be surprisingly hard. He doesn't store many of them, they always seem to be on his person.

But once you manage it, it's quite a lot of fun to handle a truly well-made dagger. In a fantasy world like this, every adventurer has held a dagger, but Vax turns it into an art and his tools reflect that.

They are also insanely sharp. Don't get too cocky with them.

He swipes them out of your hands when he finds you with them, and it's obvious just how experienced he is with handling knives. He can twist and spin them without a glance or a nick.

"Well, well, someone's got sticky fingers, hey love?"

He'll teach you how to throw them accurately and how to spin them without hitting your fingers. He will also tease you while you practice before you get the hang of it.

Scanlan

Scanlan doesn't particularly use a weapon! He's fairly strictly a spellcaster.

That being said, his instruments are likely the next best thing, particularly his lute. And that is his baby, best of luck stealing it.

If you ask him, he'll let you play it and he'll teach you during downtime. He will also serenade you for demonstrations.

He'll be annoyed if you take it without asking though. His music is a source of safety for him as much as a source of joy.

Let him teach you songs around the fire at night and serenade him in return. He won't stop smiling for ages.

Grog

Grog has had some...questionable weapons. Perhaps don't borrow Craven's Edge.

But borrowing his axe or his gauntlets is a world of fun. Even if they might not be well weighted for anyone who isn't as strong as he is.

You will quickly realize how much work goes into swinging his axe and it puts his effortless attacks into a very different light for you.

Grog laughs out loud when he sees you using his weapons, but it's full of fondness and affection.

Even if he isn't exactly academically clever, this is his skill set, he knows how to fight and he does it well. So he's a really good teacher as he corrects your stance and grip.

His teaching method also includes encouraging you to just swing at him, so you'll need a bit of courage and faith that you won't hurt him.

[anonymousonlyanonymoud]

The Lost de Rolo

"I wonder... if you will ever find... Ciara?" Ciara de Rolo. Fourth-born child of the de Rolo Family, younger sister to Percy de Rolo, older sister to Cassandra de Rolo, and was believed to have been killed with the rest of the de Rolo family the night the Briarwoods attacked. But, Delilah Briarwood had choked on her blood to spit out those words. Whether to send them on an impossible search for someone who had survived the massacre, or send them on a goose chase for someone long dead.

TW: Death and murder

Next Chapter

Chapter One: At the Start

Vox Machina had defeated an army of the undead and killed a vampire and his necromantic wife which stopped them from unleashing an entity they called the 'Whispered One.' They had avenged Percy's family and liberated the people of Whitestone.

And helped rid their friend of his literal inner demon.

They had returned to Emon via Sun Tree teleportation thanks to Keyleth and cleared their names to Uriel and his council.

Afterward, they were allowed back to their Keep, given a parade, and seats on the Sovereign's Council. The taverns and brothels were once again open to them and they were awarded a small fortune for their work against the Briarwoods.

The Sovereign had even taken Percy aside and apologized to him personally for bringing the Briarwoods to Emon. And while Percy stiffly accepted it, the rest of the team could see that much still weighed on his mind.

He returned to his workshop in the Keep and began work on a gun to replace his original pepperbox and an electric glove he had dubbed 'Diplomacy.' The metallic clang of his hammer echoed from the basement, louder than before they had left for Whitestone since he kept the door open and did not lock himself in.

But as his creations took shape, his mind became more tangled as Delilah Briarwoods' last words rang in his thoughts. In all of theirs.

"I wonder... if you will ever find... Ciara?"

Ciara de Rolo.

Fourth-born child of the de Rolo Family, younger sister to Percival de Rolo, older sister to Cassandra de Rolo, and was believed to have been killed with the rest of the de Rolo family the night the Briarwoods attacked. 

But, Delilah Briarwood had choked on her blood to spit out those words. Whether to send them on an impossible search for someone who had survived the massacre, or send them on a goose chase for someone long dead.

Either way, Delilah Briarwood had found a way to haunt the siblings until they died.

Percy and Cassandra had spoken on the matter for hours before Vox Machina left Whitestone, on the possibility that their sister was still alive.

The siblings agreed that since Cassandra would be staying in Whitestone to help rebuild and lead the people, Percy would look for any sign of Ciara.

But, there had been an agreed-upon deadline of three months. Cassandra had insisted on it,

"You've spent your life devoted to avenging our family, Percival. While I do wish for our sister to be alive and have her found, I don't want you to be devoured by this quest either,"

He could not fault her worry, and agreed, asking that the three months only began when he had replaced the weapons he had lost.

That bargain had been struck, and now, with Percy carefully placing the four-barreled pistol on the table before him and staring at the jeweled glove on his left hand, he knew it was time.

Originally, Percy had intended on going alone as he felt that his friends had done enough when it came to his family. But, when he declared his intentions to Vox Machina the next morning, Percy was met with disagreements from all sides,

"You honestly think we would let you do this alone?!" Vex questioned in disbelief as Trinket growled from where he sat,

"Vex... Look, I appreciate everything you have done-"

"You better fucking be! We've fought zombies, vampires, and even a fucking demon!" Scanlan exclaimed while Grog piped up,

"Yeah! And I let you shoot me!"

Pike put her hand on Grog's arm and turned to Percy, "What they mean, is that you shouldn't expect us to let you do this alone,"

"They're right, Percy," Vax nodded, his tired gaze meeting the equally exhausted eyes of Percy,

"I mean, it's like Scanlan said, we just defeated an army of the undead. So how hard can finding one person be?" Keyleth asked with a slight laugh.

Percy sighed while placing his hands on the table,

"Given the fact that no one has seen her since, the Briarwoods attacked, and all we have to go on is the dying words of Delilah, very hard, Keyleth,"

The druid's expression fell at his words as Vax rolled his eyes,

"Well, Percival, if you were planning on doing this alone, what was your first step?"

Percy didn't have an answer,

"Could scrying work to find her?" Pike questioned, "I've never attempted to do it myself, but we could ask someone at the Temple of the Everlight. Or Lady Allura?"

"Yeah, but, I think we don't exactly have the best relationship with Allura?"

"What? C'mon, Scanlan!" Exclaimed Grog, "She totally likes us!"

Percy sighed and glanced at Pike, "If, you are willing, would you go with me to the temple this afternoon?"

The gnome smiled and nodded, "I'd be happy to,"

A hand was placed on his shoulder as Vex said, "You're not going through this alone, darling. We won't let you,"

Agreements were heard around the table as Percy sank into his seat, disbelief crashing over him.

He'd thought that, after what happened, they would agree to let him go on his own.

What happened at the Ziggarut was a bit of a blur, but most prominent was when he'd pointed the pepperbox at his friends. As the barrel spun, and that thing showed him name after name in fiery lettering.

The names of his friends, and Cassandra.

The only family he had, this new one he had built and what remained of his old one, and he had almost killed them! 

But each of them was willing to put their trust back into him.

Percy didn't think he deserved it, but he would not squander this second chance. He didn't know what would happen if he lost it.

Again,

"Thinking about your sister?"

He looked up at Vex's question, realizing that everyone else had left the room which left him and the ranger by themselves,

"Yes," He sighed, placing his head in his hands, "With Cassandra... I, could at least begin to understand what she went through. Since the two of us were kept together before our attempted escape. But, Ciara, I... know next to nothing,"

Vex carefully reached out, grasping Percy's gloved hand, and held it tightly with silent encouragement,

"The last time I saw her, was at that, damned dinner," Percy hissed, "She was standing next to Julius. She'd... Ciara had..."

The ranger squeezed the hand she was holding as Trinket nuzzled against Percy, placing his armored head in the gunslinger's lap with a huff,

"Darling?"

Percy slumped further against the table, his free hand resting on Trinket's head as he returned the grip Vex had on his fingers,

"They killed our parents first. A sword through the chest for my father, two bolts to the neck for my mother," The hand Vex held was shaking, "Julius saw what happened and tried reaching us. But, he had been next. Ciara had been standing next to him, his blood hit her face, and she froze. I..." Percy glanced up at Vex, "The last I saw of her, was when our sister Vesper grabber her and Whitney's hand, and ran out of the room,"

The kitchen was now silent as Percy's arms shook while he attempted to gather what fragile grip on his emotions he had,

"Then I saw Whitney being, tossed onto a pile with Ludwig and Oliver as if they were nothing more than trash and then- Vesper..." His glasses fogged from the tears as he forced out, "I heard her scream, followed by her body hitting the courtyard,"

Percy's voice fell into a broken whisper, "I never saw Ciara's body. But I'd...

Vex closed her eyes, once again imagining the horrors her Percy had faced before pressing her lips to the cold metal on his left hand,

"If Ciara is alive, we'll find her, Percy,"

"And what if she's dead? What if she'd been killed?"

"Then we find who killed her, and give them the same treatment as the Briarwoods,"

The determination in her voice brought a small smile to Percy's face, but it fell as quickly as it appeared when he asked,

"And what if it was the Briarwoods who killed her?"

The ranger, as if expecting this question, answered quickly,

"Then you and Cassandra mourn Ciara. Without either the Briarwoods or Orthax hanging over your minds,"

Trinket let out a light grunt as he licked Percy's hand, then nuzzled the man hard enough that he fell into Vex's side as she wrapped her arm over his shoulder,

"One way or another, Darling, you will get answers to what happened to her,"

"I... Thank you, Vex'ahlia,"