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The Legendary Vox Machina Tickle Fight

Original request (from 🦋 Anon): "LE GASP!!!! UR A FAN OF VOX MACHINA TOO 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 Omggggg can you PLEEEEEASE do day 18 tickle fight with the Vox Machina group? They're all so cute together and I'd love to see that!"

Author’s note: Omg, this turned into a huge fic, but I have no regrets, Lol. Here’s Day 18 of Tickletober: “Tickle fight” from August’s Prompt List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: The Legend of Vox Machina

Characters: Pike, Grog, Scanlan, Keyleth, Vex, Vax, Percy, and Trinket

Word count: 4,585

Summary: The Vox Machina crew is having a boring day, so Scanlan attempts to lighten the mood, but Grog’s misunderstanding of one of Scanlan’s words soon turns into a playful fight between the party. Enjoy!

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It’s just that kind of day, where the Vox Machina crew gets to relax with one another, but they’re teetering on the edge of drab boredom. They don’t want to go out. Too much effort. So whatever is available in their current cozy sitting room is what keeps them occupied.

Pike, standing on a chair so she can see better over a wooden table, cups a pair of dice in her hands; the sound of the dice clicking can be heard as she shakes them. Grog sits across from her with the table height at his stomach due to his large size. The muffled collision of dice can be heard in his hands as well.

“Ready, Grog?” Pike asks her friend.

“Ready!”

At the same time, they throw their dice onto the table. Pike counts the two numbers on her dice quickly. “I got a six!”

“A three! I win!” Grog celebrates.

“I hate to break it to you, buddy, but six is higher than three,” Pike says sweetly, understanding that her friend has difficulty with numbers.

“Aww…” Grog deflates a little.

“It’s okay, buddy! We can try a different game.”

Grog leans back in his chair like all the muscles in his body have gone limp. “But we’ve already tried so many. I’m bored.”

“Heh,” Pike leans her elbow on the table, “Can’t blame you there, buddy.”

“Don’t worry, everyone! Your savior is here!” Scanlan walks into the room, making a performance out of his entrance. He runs up to the same wooden table Pike and Grog are at, hops up onto a chair and onto the table like it was a stage and he was a vendor. “I saw that it was a little dreary in here today, so I know just how to lighten the mood,” Scanlan moves his eyebrows up and down when he says “mood.”

“Oh goody, more mind numbing dirty jokes,” Vex says from her seat across the room. Trinket’s head is in her lap as she passes the time by brushing his fur. Vax sits in a separate chair next to her, polishing his daggers. Meanwhile, Percy draws in his sketchbook as he sits in a chair up against the front wall near the doorframe, while Keyleth sits next to him in another chair and touches up the leaves of a potted plant.

“No no, nothing dirty,” Scanlan replies. “I have tailored this joke to be pristine and appropriate. Ahem!” Scanlan clears his throat loudly.

“What do you call a cow that’s good at playing an instrument?” Scanlan asks his crowd of friends. He waits and looks around at each of them to keep them in suspense. Then, he answers. “A Moo-sician! Eh? Eh?” he winks and elbows the air.

All of his friends slowly look at each other before looking back up at Scanlan, unamused and in total silence. If crickets were in the room, they would be chirping.

Scanlan puts his hands on his hips. “What? Nothing? Tough crowd.”

“It sounds like you need to get better material, my friend,” Vax shows a brief smile.

“Yes, I would think you of all people would come up with better material than simple puns, Scanlan,” Percy teases.

“I don’t know. I thought it was a little funny,” Keyleth admits.

Scanlan gestures an appreciative hand to the Ashari. “Thank you, Keyleth! But as for the rest of you! How did you not find it funny?! That was one of my best rib-ticklers!”

Grog places a finger to his chin. “Oooh, wait! No wonder no one laughed, Scanlan!” Grog exclaims. The goliath stands from his seat and walks around the table to be behind Scanlan. “That wasn’t a rib-tickler! You got to use your hands. Like this!” Grog finishes his sentence by swiftly moving his hands under Scanlan’s arms and tickling his ribs. The smaller man jumps with a yelp in surprise and throws his elbows down to his sides.

“Grohohohog!” Scanlan already begins giggling, “I didn’t mehehehean it literally-hehehe! It’s a figure ohohohof speech!”

Grog tilts his head, genuinely confused, “You’ve lost me.”

Pike perks up, a grin brightening her features like the glow of her divine magic. “Oh, yeah! Now this is something exciting!” She stands up straight like she was preparing to charge into a battle.

“Tickle fight!!!” Pike calls out with the same ecstatic tone as if she was announcing a tavern brawl for everyone to see. She leaps onto the table and rushes over to Scanlan.

“Grog, hold him for me!” she exclaims.

“You’ve got it, buddy!” Grog keeps his hands under Scanlan’s arms, easily holding the bard in place as his fingers wiggle against his ribs.

“Nohoho, no, no! Pihihihikehehehe!” Scanlan’s laughter increases when Pike joins in and scribbles at his sides. Scanlan curls himself to the side and tucks his face in his shoulder as Pike and Grog successfully team attack him. Scanlan’s joke may have not lightened the dull mood of the room, but his own laughter certainly does.

“Heh,” Vax chuckles as he watches from the sidelines. “Too bad for you, Scanlan. Looks like you’ve waged a war with Pike and Grog.”

“Remember our scuffles that usually turned into tickle fights?” Vex smiles at her brother.

“Ah, yes. You mean the ones I always won?” Vax returns a smug grin.

“Excuse me?” Vex says, playfully offended. “If I recall, you are more ticklish than I. I’d have you begging for mercy in seconds.” Vex places Trinket’s brush on her seat, keeping her eyes trained on Vax.

Vax places his dagger on the table and leans forward, keeping his grin and his eyes on Vex. “I beg to differ, Stubby.”

“Well, I’ll show you, Scrawny!” Vex exclaims and lunges her hands at Vax, immediately getting a solid scribble to his ribs. Vax yelps as the pulse of ticklishness hits his form, momentarily paralyzing him before he clamps his arms down to his sides, then shifts tactics to try and shove his sister away.

“Vehehehehex!” the male twin leans himself off his chair, then crashes to the floor. Vex pounces down after him and tickles his ribs from behind, causing Vax to release a secondary burst of giggles before he curls up and rolls onto his back to attempt to grapple his sister’s wrists. He leans his head back and kicks his legs behind her.

“See, now what did I tell you, dear brother? You’re still the more ticklish one,” Vex teases and easily slips her hands from Vax’s grasp to continue tickling him. There’s no follow up response from Vax except a continuous stream of giggles and a loud snort. Knowing the sound he just made, he curls himself onto his side and tries to hide his face in his arm.

“Aww, and you still snort too. How adorable,” Vex lays the teases on thick.

“Shuhuhuhut up!” Vax finally responds.

“Hey, that’s not very nice. It seems I just have to tickle you more to change your attitude,” Vex smiles and scribbles a hand towards her brother’s belly, causing him to curl himself up tighter. As the twins scuffle, Trinket happily growls at them before trotting off towards the doorway to lie down.

“Hehe, looks like the twins have already roped themselves into the fight,” Keyleth chuckles from her seat.

“It’s inevitable that siblings will get themselves into little squabbles from time to time,” Percy says beside her, not even taking his eyes off his sketchbook.

Keyleth turns to him with a smile. “Did you usually get into tickle fights with your siblings, Percy?”

He glances up at her. “Me? Oh no, no. I don’t do tickle fights.” He returns to sketching.

Keyleth tilts her head. “Huh? But, it definitely sounded like you were speaking from experience…”

Before Keyleth can ask another question, there’s a Scanlan sized giggly scream from the other side of the room. Grog has grabbed Scanlan’s arms and pulled them to the side to allow Pike to scribble into his underarms.

“A lihihihittle hehehehelp here wohohohould be–hehehe nice!” Scanlan shouts out to whichever one of his party members is willing to listen.

“Hold on, Scanlan! I’m coming!” Keyleth answers the call. She places the plant on her chair, then runs over in the direction of Pike. The Ashari makes it to the edge of the table and tries to swipe at Pike, like she was attempting to catch a rabbit, but Pike jumps back.

“Whoa!” Pike says. “Oh no, Keyleth!” Pike already giggles as she turns to run. She hops off the table and Keyleth chases behind her.

“Oh no you don’t, Keyleth!” Grog immediately puts Scanlan down and rushes to Pike's aid. Before the chase has even begun, Grog snatches Keyleth off the ground in a hug as she passes by the corner of the table. He places Keyleth’s feet back to the floor and scribbles into her sides, earling a squeak from the Ashari.

“Eehehehek! Grohohohog!” Keyleth giggles and squeezes her arms down. “Thihihihis height difference mahahahakes it sohohoho unfair!” she says as she realizes the ticklish predicament Scanlan must have been in.

“Sorry, Keyleth! But if you mess with my best buddy, you mess with me!” Grog grins as he carefully wiggles his fingers to Keyleth’s ribs, keeping her in place as she sways like a leaf in the breeze.

Pike twists on her heels once she hears Keyleth’s laughter. She smiles at her buddy Grog as a thank you. Past Grog’s form, however, Pike sees the wooden table they were just at. The once giggling form of Scanlan is now missing.

“Huh?” Pike wonders. “Where did he–”

“Sneak attack!” Scanlan loudly announces his presence behind her as he digs his fingers into Pike’s sides.

“AHA!” Pike yelps from being taken off guard. “Hahaha! Scanlahahahan!” Pike darts her hands down in an attempt to pry the bard’s hands latched onto her sides.

“You thought you could just tickle me and get away with it? Oh no, no, no, Pike. You see, now it’s my turn to even the playing field,” Scanlan grins. “Who would have guessed that under all that armor that the mighty Pike is so ticklish?”

“Ohoho, yohohohou’re going to rehehehegret saying thahahahat!” Pike giggles.

“I regret saying a lot of things, but this is not one of them,” Scanlan replies.

Seeing six out of the seven party members get thrown into a tickle fight, Percy places his sketchbook on the side table next to his chair, then stands. “Well, if you all are going to continue fooling around with each other, then I think I should take my leave.”

Percy turns towards the doorway to exit. However, as the big brown bear sees Percy walking in that direction, Trinket trots in front of the doorway and blocks the exit. The bear growls at the white-haired man.

Percy takes a step back. “Wha– Trinket?”

“Good thinking, Trinket!” Vex says, seeing the exchange between her bear and the noble occur. “You’re not going anywhere without first joining the fight, Percy.” Vex glances to her bear, “Trinket, be a dear and get Percy, will you?”

Trinket happily growls at Percy. The noble takes another step back.

“Wait, Trinket!” Percy puts his hands up.

The bear growls again and charges at Percival. Trinket headbutts Percy square in the stomach, with enough force to push him, but not to hurt him. Percy hits the back wall as Trinket charges at him and, being the large bear that he is, Trinket easily traps Percy to the wall by having his head right up against his stomach. With another happy huff from the bear, Trinket begins nuzzling his snout into Percy’s stomach, finding a way under his dress shirt and vest for his snout to be most effective.

Percy flinches and his mouth twitches upwards; he tries to restrain his snickers while he attempts to shove Trinket’s big, playful head out of his shirt. “Trinket! Stand down, boy! I am not a toy for you to cuddle!”

“Good boy, Trinket!” Vex exclaims. She leaves her brother in a crumpled pile of giggles and runs over to help her bear.

“Let me lend you a hand, Trinket,” she says, now standing beside her furry companion. “Or perhaps, two hands?” she wiggles all of her fingers at Percy.

“V-Vex! Don’t you da–AHare!” Percy closes his mouth shut once Vex lunges her hands at his ribs. A few restrained snickers start to trickle from the man as he turns his face away into his shoulder.

“Percival, you’re holding out on me,” Vex teases. “You do know that it’s a tickle fight, right? So, laugh a little,” she moves her hands up his ribs and into his underarms. Rather quickly, his snickers sputter and turn into full blown giggles.

“Vehehehex!” Percy completely breaks into an outpouring of bubby joy. He bends his arms down for protection, but that doesn’t stop the loveable bear from nuzzling into his belly. He tries to wiggle his way out of his predicament.

“There we go! We got him, Trinket!” Vex glances at the bear before looking back at Percy. “See, Percy? You would have missed out on all this fun had you walked out.”

“I will nohohohot be subjugated to-hohoho thihihihis childish gahahame!” He wiggles to the side and successfully dislodges himself from Trinket and the wall, then wastes no time in sprinting across the room.

“This isn’t over yet, Percy!” Vex exclaims. Right before she takes off for the chase, a woosh of black cloth passes by her.

“I’ll deal with you later!” Vax glances over his shoulder to his sister as he runs by.

“Yeah, right. We’ll see about that,” Vex smiles before following suit and running back into the frey.

Percy, knowing he’s a target, skids behind Grog and Keyleth and takes cover.

“Grog! Let me use your body as a shield!” Percy peeks out from the side of the goliath.

Grog’s view turns towards Percy. “Uh, okay.”

“I’ve gotcha, Keyleth!” Vax says from Grog’s other side and leaps onto the table, then he jumps off towards Grog. He lands on Grog and wraps his arms around the goliath’s neck, piggy-back style.

“Hey!” Grog tries to snatch Vax from over his back, releasing Keyleth from his hold. “Get over here, pipsqueak!” Grog spins from side to side to toss Vax off of him, but Vax keeps his grip. Grog sidesteps one way and nearly crashes into Percy, sending the noble stumbling backwards and onto the floor; when Grog sidesteps to his other side, Vex also stumbles backwards and onto the floor when she tries to dodge.

Grog halts his movement to try and get a better grip on Vax, but the dagger wielder shows him a smirk and uses one hand to scribble at the goliath’s ribs while Vax’s other arm holds himself up by staying wrapped around Grog’s neck.

Grog jolts and a bigger smile grows on his already large features. “Hehehey! Vahahahax!” he tries to reach up at the half-elf again. “Nohoho fair!”

“No fair? We’re playing a tickle fight with a guy twice our size. Creative strategies have to be used, my friend,” Vax smiles at him.

“And don’t forget about a little bit of magic!” Keyleth recovers and faces her palm towards Grog. Her hand glows and vines sprout from the floor, wrapping themselves loosely around Grog and brushing up against the rest of his torso.

Grog stops going for Vax and pulls his arm down as deep laughter booms from his chest. “Ohohohokay! Mahahahaybe I earned thihihihis!” Grog says through his giggles.

Vex stands up and leans an arm on Trinket. She sees Percy still on the floor, but she’s quite amused with the sight of their tallest ally being overpowered by tickling. She’ll call off her chase, for now.

“Ohohoho no! Grohohog!” Pike says through her own laughter as she hears Grog being felled by giggles from across from her.

“Oooh. What a shame,” Scanlan says over Pike’s shoulder. “It seems like you and Grog have fallen to the same tragic fate of revenge—WHOA!”

Pike uses a burst of strength to yank one of Scanlan’s arms and fling him to the floor in front of them onto his back. As he lifts his head up to regain his bearings, Pike pounces at him like a wolf and knocks him back to the floor. She dives her hands towards his sides, earning a shriek of laughter from Scanlan.

“Pihihihihike! Yohohou already had yohohour turn tickling mehehehe! Hahahave mercy!”

“I’ll consider it, if you help me help Grog,” Pike negotiates with a smile.

“Nohoho way! Hehehe started it!”

Pike shrugs, “Suit yourself then.” She crawls her fingers back up to his underarms, causing Scanlan to kick his legs out behind her and his giggles to increase.

Pike glances beside her to Percy, who’s still leaning back on the floor as he watches Grog’s current fate. “Percy! Come help me with Scanlan!” she says to him.

The noble shakes his head. “No, thank you. I’ve had my fair share of this fight for one day.”

“Come on, Percy. You’re got to have some fun once in a while.” She puts on a smirk. “Or are you too much of a stick-in-the-mud noble to do so?”

Percy’s stunned. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Pike’s tone is one that’s begging to be challenged. Percy narrows her eyes at her, but Pike has already turned her attention back to the giggling bard.

“Now Scanlan, are you willing to help me assist Grog?”

“Yehehes! Yes!” Scanlan raises one arm above his head and purple magic begins to swirl around his hand. Pike pulls her hands away from him, allowing Scanlan—breathless and full of residual giggles—to summon his magical purple hand and glide it towards Grog. Scanlan rolls onto his stomach to see the world upright and controls the magic of “Scanlan’s hand” to tap Keyleth on the shoulder.

Falling for one of the oldest tricks in the book, Keyleth turns to look at the hand. “Huh? Hey!” She exclaims when the hand drifts down to tickle her side. When she twists to avoid it, the hand follows her and tickles the rest of her torso. Scanlan and Pike snicker from the sidelines.

As Keyleth giggles, her concentration on the magic vines falter and the vines retract back into the floor.

Now free, Grog swings his hand behind his back and grabs a hold of Vax’s ankle. He yanks the half-elf from his back and holds him upside down in front of him. A mischievous grin across the goliath’s features is what Vax is met with as he dangles from the ankle.

Vax releases a nervous chuckle. “Any chance that you’ll put me down, big guy?”

Grog shakes his head like a child who’s gotten their way. “Nope. None,” Grog says and plunges a hand into Vax’s belly. The half-elf barks out a surprised laugh and clasps both of his hands to Grog’s singular large one in any attempt to pry it from his giggling belly.

“Well it wahahas wohohorth a shohohohot!” Vax says.

“All right, Grog!” Pike cheers. Scanlan dissipates his magic hand, releasing Keyleth, then plops onto the floor to take a well deserved break.

“I’m coming to help!” Pike gets up to dash over to Grog.

“Hold on a minute, Pike!” Percy swoops in behind her and scoops her up into his arms, causing Pike to shriek as he lifts her in a hug off her feet. He has his arms wrapped under hers like he was holding a cat.

“Allow me to show you that a noble can indeed have fun,” Percy smirks. He tightens one arm around her while his other hand starts to scribble into her side. Pike jolts with another burst of giggles and attempts pushing on Percy’s arm to squeeze herself free.

“Pehehehercy, wahahait! I was just kihihihidding!” she kicks her feet in the air.

“Of course. I know that, Pike. But I have to protect the reputation of my good name. You understand,” he smiles. Pike’s squirming becomes strong enough to where Percy nearly drops her, but he catches himself and places Pike safely to the ground, though still with one arm wrapped around her and one tickling her to keep her in place. Percy chuckles as he kneels down, takes a seat on the floor, then pulls Pike into his lap to now have the ability to tickle her with both of his hands, sending her giggles even louder.

Keyleth eventually recovers, arms still wrapped around herself. She processes her surroundings, noticing Vax’s situation.

“Oh no, Vax. Not again,” Keyleth straightens herself out and prepares her hand to summon more vines.

“I’m going to stop you right there, Keyleth!” Vex rams into the Ashari with a giant hug.

“W-What?! Vex, what are you–dohohohoing?!” Keyleth squeaks at the end of her sentence when Vex takes her turn at tickling the Ashari.

“Well, you were about to help my brother out of his predicament, and I’m quite entertained by his situation. You wouldn’t want to cut that entertainment short, now would you?”

“Buhuhuhut Vax is in trohohohouble!” she giggles in response.

“Nooo, he’s fine. Look at him. He’s smiling, laughing. He doesn’t need our help,” Vex grins. Trinket happily huffs to himself. Seeing that his allies are enjoying themselves, Trinket trots away over to a spot behind a still resting Scanlan to lie down and watch the rest unfold, until his assistance is requested again.

Just then, a giggly scream from Pike catches Grog’s ears. The goliath turns his head to see that Percy is scribbling a hand at Pike’s belly while the gnome kicks and curls her arms around herself.

“Pike! Buddy!” Grog shouts. He drops Vax to the floor like a bag of gold and dashes over to Pike. Percy looks up just in time to see the massive goliath barreling towards him. His eyes go wide and immediately lets go of Pike. He crawls backwards on his arms and lifts himself to his feet as Grog approaches.

“Grog, wait! We can talk about this!” Percy turns to run, but Grog instantly snatches him off the floor and into his arms, holding him very similarly as Percy did to Pike. Grog spins to face his buddy, then wastes no time in digging a set of his fingers into Percy’s side. Percy lets out a startled chortle before his giggles find their way out again.

“Pick on someone, your own size!” Grog grins behind him.

“Thahahat’s rich cohohoming from yohohohou!” Percy responds. He wiggles and slips his nimble self from Grog’s arms, ducking under them before running.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Grog says before he and Pike take off after him.

Vex witnesses Percy is involved in another chase. She chuckles. “See, Percy! Told you it wasn’t over!”

As she finishes her sentence, Vax suddenly lunges at her and tackles her to the floor.

“And I told you that I would come back for you later,” Vax smirks above her as he darts his hands towards his sister’s sides. A minor shriek releases from Vex before she slaps a hand to cover her mouth, though Vax can see her smile twitching from under her fingers. Her other hand attempts to shove at Vax while the heels of her boots dig at the floor.

“Ah, ah, ah, sister. We will be having none of that. You saw me giggling my head off, it’s only fair that I see yours,” Vax crawls a hand up to her underarm connected to the hand blocking her smile. Vex yanks her hand down with a shriek that results in the joyful sound of laughter.

“Vahahahahax you a–ahahahaha!” The rest of Vex’s sentence is erased by her giggles.

“Language, sister,” he playfully scolds her, knowing exactly what she was about to say. He turns to the Ashari. “Keyleth, want to provide some assistance?”

Keyleth nods with a smile, “Okay!” The Ashari makes her way over. She sits on her knees on the floor next to Vex’s other side and joins in, scribbling at Vex’s stomach. The giggles of the female twin grow higher in pitch as she attempts to protect and slap away the two pairs of hands scribbling across her torso.

“Twohoho against ohohone? Well I cahahahan play thahahat gahahame too!” Vex exclaims. “Trinket! Hehehelp me!” she shouts across the room.

The bear growls and lifts himself to his feet. Trinket begins charging forward. Scanlan hears the loud pounding of paws behind him and turns his head to see Trinket running in his direction. Scanlan leaps to his feet and runs straight, keeping his eyes on the bear. Meanwhile, Percy turns the corner on the other side of the room and runs right towards Vex, Vax, and Keyleth, though his eyes are also on his pursuers.

Almost at the same time, Scanlan and Percy look forward, seeing not only are they going to crash into each other, but into Vex, Vax, and Keyleth as well. They try to slow their movement, but Pike and Grog crash into Percy, while Trinket crashes into Scanlan, sending everyone crashing into the twins and Keyleth—which creates a party-sized dogpile with all the Vox Machina members.

As the “dust” settles, Trinket, who was on the edge of the pile, lifts himself up and finds Scanlan lying on the edge next to Grog. The bear nuzzles Scanlan’s neck as an apology, which slowly pulls Scanlan out of his dazed state.

“Trinket,” Scanlan giggles as the bear gets in one final tickle at his neck. He shoves at the bear’s snout. “Come on, cut it out.”

The bear growls with glee. As Trinket steps back, everyone else begins to slowly emerge from the pile. Eventually, they untangle themselves and stand to stretch their previously squished bodies.

“Well, that was a fight that I bet none of us were expecting,” Vax says as he stretches out his back.

“To think we were taking a day off and ended up fighting each other instead,” Vex mentions. “But that does seem like something we would do, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know about you all,” Keyleth chimes in, “but I thought it was fun. I know I said something earlier with Scanlan’s joke and no one agreed, but I can’t be the only one who thought this was fun, right? I mean, it was enjoyable enough for Percy to join in.” She gestures a hand towards the white-haried man.

Percy crosses his arms. “My hand was forced into the fight, thank you. Under no other circumstances would I have joined.”

Pike shrugs. “Eh, all it takes is a few teases and poking fun at his royal title to get him to hop in,” she teases and smiles at Percy. Percy rolls his eyes, though he returns a warm smile to her as well.

“It was unexpected, but at least it brightened the mood,” Scanlan says. He turns to look up at the goliath. “You did good, Grog,” Scanlan compliments.

“Hehe, thank you,” Grog takes the compliment. He blinks a few times and puts a finger to his chin. “Um…what exactly did I do good again?”

Vax pats him on the arm. “You were just being yourself, big guy.”

“And we love ya for it,” Pike hugs his ankle.

“Aww, come here, you!” Grog picks her up in a gentle, but firm hug, then places her on his shoulder with a grin.

Some would say that they’re one odd bunch of adventures, but to them, they’re just one big happy family.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 months ago

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Hello there may I request Percy from Vox Machina and Alucard from Castlevania with a male reader the two of them rides male reader face and male reader eats them out.

Absolute bars anon!! 🙌❤️‍🔥👍

MDNI,NSFW,SMUT 19+

Kinktober 2024

Percy

You practically had to gag the young man as his voice raised several octaves. He quickly found out that the more he tried to protest, the more devilish you were in denying him.

Even past the gag, Percy tried to be defiant as your lips wrapped around him. The nerves were more receptive than usual as his legs threatened to close around you. Hands were weaving through your hair tighter than usual. The taste of you from before still lingered on his lips.

If it wasn’t for the intimate environment, he would have tried to take charge and make you shiver.

“Are you going to behave, Percival, or am I going to have resort to other methods?”

With a defeated sigh past the gag, you could see the meek nod of his head as you made a meal out of him for more.

Alucard

He tried to stay quiet. Key word being tried.

You still had a blush on your cheeks after the obscene noises he had made while tasting you, but it wasn’t helping that Alucard was doing his best to look even more sinfully beautiful

Golden tresses were splayed out in waves on the bed pillows. Shirt and pants mussed and undone as fists clenched onto the sheets when you sucked him off. The trail that led down from his chest to the hips was just too irresistible.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Alucard?”

The dhamphir could barely peak past his eyes that were practically glued shut in ecstasy.

The frantic chorus of “yess!” made the heat coil in your belly as you tried to not tire him too much. You wanted to enjoy the rest of this evening.

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teansouprmyjam · 2 years ago

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a rare moment of perc’ahlia having fun that i did for a gift exchange with @katia-dreamer <3

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#critical role #cr1 #vox machina #perc'ahlia #vex'ahlia de rolo #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #gotta write the full name #i hope u like it hehe #was inspired by the colors of your layout and a few of your fics of them walking around whitestone:))#but added horses #teansoupnart #gift exchange

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nowyoursoulisforfeit · 1 year ago

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I have said it before and will say it again: give Percy his thigh high boots and thing holster back. Just let me have this, please.

#fuck it assume this is what he’s wearing in every fic i write unless i say otherwise #this is peak percy performance #critical role #critical role tlovm #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #tlovm #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #percival critical role #critical role percy #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii

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thebest-medicine · 4 months ago

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oooh how about 5. “I’m just… sensitive” with Percy/Vax 👀👀👀

Prompt 5 - "No- I'm just- uh- sensitive."

A/N: yessssssssSSSSSSSS. the boys are flirting.

,,,

“What’s wrong?” Vax asked, drawing back the arm he’d draped around his companion’s neck as he’d flinched away at the contact. He smirked. “Nervous being so close to–”

“No.” Percival pressed, cutting him off. Then, he let out a nervous breath. “I’m just- uh- sensitive… there.” He said quietly.

“‘Sensitive’, Freddy, really?” Vax's smirk widened at him.

Percy gave him the most annoyed glare he could muster at the moment, but Vax wasn’t buying into it in the slightest.

“Where? Here?” Vax’s arm was back, hand grasping toward his neck.

“Vax! Leave me alone!” Percy squawked, reeling backwards. “Stop it!” He swatted at the half-elf’s hands and scrambled back a few more steps before he knocked into a chair and nearly tipped over it. “Vax.”

Vax was beaming, that curious gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Percy…” He sang, then caught him around the shoulders with one arm. It looped tightly, while his other arm scribbled swiftly up to his neck to scamper about for sensitive spots. He smiled jovially as Percy began to squirm, tugging uselessly at his arm. “Did you tell Vex? Kiki? They’re going to love this.”

“Stahop!” Percy hissed, gritting his teeth. “This is undignified!”

“No, not yet. But you’re about to be!” Vax teased. “Once I find that spot again…”

Percival screwed his eyes shut, trying to tug his chin down to his chest to no avail. Vax caught a particularly sensitive spot near the nape of his neck that had him squirming madly, butterflies rising in his chest. His knees buckled as he wheezed out a short laugh, and Vax brought them both down to the floor, clamoring over the gunslinger.

“Dohohon’t!” Percy cried, his face contorting into a smile he desperately sought to avoid.

“Too late for that now, Mr. ‘Sensitive’.”

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

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[read this & further CR drabbles on ao3]

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blackveine · 4 months ago

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My CritRole/TLoVM Fic Rec List Pt. 1

What it says on the tin! A list of my favorite fics I highly recommend, sorted by pairing and rating! Specifics (i.e. whichever character(s) the POV follows) will be listed in parentheses after the creator!

Finally, let me know if any of the links aren't working, and:

---------------Remember to mind the ratings and tags!---------------

Gen:

How We Do This - CurrieBelle (Vox Machina-centric)

It Might Sting a Little - CurrieBelle (Percy, Vex & Vax-centric)

they left no instructions (just a legacy to protect) - zornslemon / @acommonrose (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

Old Friends and New Tricks - Listless_Songbird (Percy-centric)

Before the Sun Sets - 8brains (Percy-centric)

New Friends and Old Wounds - RyanIsMyNamee (Percy-centric)

(good is) not a thing you are - pearwaldorf / @pearwaldorf (Pike & Percy-centric)

Not His Time - LadyOfSnakes / @infanttree (Percy-centric)

Never Letting Go - icarus_chained (Grog & Percy-centric)

simple, like mud - jude_writes (Pike & Percy-centric)

we are full of stories to be told - redledgers / @buckysleftarm (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

An Older Brother - orphan_account (Grog-centric)

Five times an object spoke to Percy (and once he’s glad it didn’t) - Jadesfire / @jadesfire (Grog & Percy-centric)

Who Lives - troubleinmind / @acesgroupchat (Percy-centric)

moon threads - Bitterblue / @politeyeti (Vex & Vax-centric)

Pelor’s light - Bitterblue (Johanna de Rolo & Percy-centric)

helplessly hoping - dancer4813 / @dancerwrites (Pike-centric)

There’s Sun on My Skin Now - Razzledazzy / @razzledazzy (Cass & Percy-centric)

The (Un)Lucky Seven - littlecajunlady (Vesper de Rolo & Percy-centric)

not in what they say (just in who they are) - mischiefseven (Vox Machina-centric)

Never Far Away - SETI_fan (Pike & Percy-centric)

exception - exhaustedwerewolf / @exhaustedwerewolf (Pike-centric)

Identify - pok3d3x (Pike & Percy-centric)

Better Angels - SETI_fan (Pike & Percy-centric)

Grief takes many forms - Multifandom_damnation (Cass & Percy-centric)

Light, Light, Light - gayshitiguess / @gayshitiguess (Percy-centric)

Saint of Forge and Fire - moonblooch / @moonblooch (Percy-centric)

Deprivation - SETI_fan (Percy & Vox Machina-centric)

Quiet Moments - RJMeta / @rjmeta (Pike & Percy-centric)

Without Words - DarkHorseAsh (Percy, Vex & Vax-centric)

Music Soothes the Savage Beast - EmberForge (Percy & Scanlan-centric)

Death Defying - space_birdie / @spacebirdie (Vox Machina-centric)

first night - lostsometime (Pike-centric)

I Must Have Done Something Good - romeoandjulietyouwish / @romeoandjulietyouwish (Percy & Keyleth-centric)

There’s an Endless Road - romeoandjulietyouwish (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun - primasveraas / @primasveraas-writing (Vax-centric)

no time to waste on giving up - seemeeimbeebee (Cassandra-centric)

A Knock on the Door on Winter’s Crest Eve - Monarchetype (Percy-centric)

three months on a boat after the end of the world - anonymousAlchemist / @anonymousalchemist (Percy-centric)

Moving Towards the Future - Pearl09 / @pearlll09 (Percy & Cassandra-centric)

The Nightmares Never Stop - Pearl09 (Percy-centric)

a familiar face - romeoandjulietyouwish (Percy & Cassandra-centric)

One, Two, Switch-a-roo - Allise / @starringbaguette (Percy & Vox Machina-centric)

blood and water - romeoandjulietyouwish (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

despite everything - EssayOfThoughts (Cassandra & Percy-centric)

Lullaby - NKMLN / @ninja-kitty-more-like-no (Percy & Vax-centric)

Blooms that Bind - Duganator01 / @duganator01 (Vox Machina-centric)

Well, there was this one boy... - PumpkinPieTimb / @natureismynature (Percy & Laudna-centric)

The Cost of that Subduing - tanjirosbisexualearrings / @tanjirosbisexualearrings (Percy-centric)

your hands, wide open in wary invitation - saintsurvivor / @saintsurvivors (Vex-centric)

History doesn’t repeat, but it does rhyme - MangoPipino (Percy-centric)

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bloodinmymilkshake · 16 days ago

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Some Percildan headcanons

💫 Percy has constant nightmares, from which he is distracted by working at night on another crazy project, and only Vax notices his trembling hands and unfocused gaze and persuades him to sleep for at least three hours, promising to be there. Percy sleeps much longer and opens his eyes to find Vax sleeping next to him. Perhaps one of them hugged the other in their sleep, and this is very embarrassing (they are not together yet).

💫 Vax can be quite careless about his health when it comes to injuries (like “everything on me heals like on a dog”), but Percy notices blood on his clothes and treats his wounds, possibly with something like alcohol (they are in camp conditions). Perhaps one day Percy will have to stitch up Vax's wound alive, and Vax honestly tries to stoically withstand the pain, but tears appear in his eyes, and Percy gently begs him, like a child, to endure just a little.

💫 Vax tries to feed Percy whenever possible, as he notices that Percy eats infrequent snacks, especially while working. So Vax brings him a hot meal to the workroom.

💫 Percy is a non-tactile type of person and usually avoids being touched. But he never misses a chance to touch Vax, lays his head on his shoulder or plays with his hair, or warms himself against him, sitting close (Vax is very warm, and Percy is a man with eternally cold limbs). They always sleep in the same bed if there are no free beds in the place where they spend the night. Of course, Percy and Vax make excuses that friends sometimes do this, but the whole team notices that Percy allows Vax more than anyone else.

💫 Percy had never been in a relationship before. To be honest, he has no romantic or sexual experience whatsoever. During their first kiss, he doesn't know what to do with his hands and just brushes his lips against Vax's while his glasses slide askew. Vax just gently cups his face with both hands and kisses him very carefully.

💫 In the first months, Percy was afraid that their relationship was not as serious for Vax as it was for him. However, Vax himself offered to stop hiding and introduced Percy to everyone as his boyfriend.

💫 Vax is afraid to allow himself too much with Percy. Early in their relationship, Percy made it clear that he wasn't interested in sex (I'm headcanoning Percy as being on the asexual spectrum and Vax as bisexual, who has more experience with girls). Vax is not put off by this because he still loves Percy, however, very often their hugs and kisses are quite passionate and heated. One day they go a little further and Percy gets horny. Maybe he cums in his pants and just runs to the bathroom, leaving Vax to wonder what he did wrong.

💫 Sometimes Percy and Vax argue about who will be on top, not in a "I'm in charge" context, but in a "please relax, I want to please you, you deserve love and adoration" context.

💫 Percy can be very jealous, especially when it comes to Vax's exes. Sometimes Vax is really afraid that someone will get shot. Percy cools down quite easily when Vax kisses him in public or takes his hand to show that they belong together. But this doesn’t stop Percy from pressing Vax against the wall a little later, repeating “mine” many times in a hot whisper in his ear.

#percildan #percival de rolo #vax'ildan #perc'ildan #percy x vax #headcanons #OTP headcanons #hurt/comfort #Im just procrastinating for writing a fic #not english native I'm so sorry for mistakes #nsft included

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tripleyeeet · 1 month ago

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FUTILE DEVICES. (1)

SUMMARY: Zayis, now recently bound to aid the council of Emon, finds herself (unwillingly) in the company of Vox Machina. PAIRING: Percival de Rolo/Original Female Character (Zayis Marden)

WARNINGS: Mentions of tiefling racism, multi POV. That's about it. A/N: Here we go, folks! WC: 5,869

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / AO3

The moment Zayis sees the knives come out inside the dimly lit tavern, she’s out. With a heavy sigh and a wave of her hand, her body instantly materializes from the far counter of the bar to outside the entrance; her tankard of ale still in hand as she curses under her breath.

All day she’d been running errands for Allura and the council, sifting through the city streets for possible mercenary groups to aid the sovereign, and now she was tirelessly trying to unwind. Her body feeling a bit achy from collecting a rather lengthy list of ingredients for Uriel’s personal healer on top of all the information collecting and a little bit of selfish pickpocketing as a treat.

Taking a sip of her drink, she releases a sigh and sits on the steps. A heavy feeling pooling within her gut as she closes her eyes, trying to relax. Such a feat unfortunately proving quite difficult with all the fighting going on back inside. The various sounds of grunting and yelling alongside a myriad of smashing causing her to pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Nowadays, no matter where she goes, it feels like all of Emon is at war with one another. Regardless of petty things like social standing, there always seems to be trouble among groups. Whether it's related to politics or nothing more than a mindless spat like the one occurring inside, it feels like the general peace has passed its point —the empty sounds of a wind gust or the flow of rain lost behind the constant bickering.

It makes her sink further into the stone steps as she leans back, resting her elbow against the hard edge. Allowing herself to mentally exist elsewhere for a moment while her body remains stuck in the present.

Almost immediately, her thoughts wander to the deal she and Allura had made nearly a week ago: “If you swear your allegiance to the sovereign, he will pardon your transgressions, Zayis.”

Even now, after nearly a week of such allegiance having been made, she still isn’t sure whether she made the right decision or not. Favouring a bit more freedom in her day, truthfully, the exhaustion she currently feels makes it a bit harder to be optimistic about the whole thing. The usual silver lining she tends to imagine even on her darkest of days falling short when she finds herself gazing into a future of endless commands from a rather demanding group of individuals. The grating sound of Fince’s voice specifically now echoing in her ears well after she’s had a few hours of reprieve from it.

“Fucking Allura,” she grumbles to herself as she sips her ale. Her frustrations quickly becoming interrupted when she hears the crashing of a door behind her, followed by the sight of bodies being thrown overhead, causing her to duck. The panic of nearly being caught in the mess of the tavern keep and the supposed troublemakers that started it all, making her immediately adjust her cloak to hide her stolen tankard.

“Does this mean we’re banned from every tavern in Emon?” she hears one of them say once they’ve settled. Followed by a short burst of responses she doesn’t quite catch since she’s still too busy processing her lack of solitude at the end of the staircase —watching as they slowly begin to stand and dust themselves off. Their unfamiliar faces thankfully paying her no mind as they proceed to groan and shift; a newfound tension brewing between them as they begin to argue back and forth.

Swallowing hard, she’s reminded then that she’s not supposed to be involved in any trouble. So, instead of sticking around, she begins to quietly stand and descend the steps, hoping the group before her might remain lost in their own little world and fail to realize how long she’s been sitting there, mindlessly staring at them.

Unfortunately though, not even a second after she moves, a pair of eyes belonging to a lithe, white-haired man turn to catch her own. Their pale green hue sizing her up between his glasses as she calmly walks, staring back with equal judgement until she’s forced to turn her focus to the road ahead, wondering what the hell they could’ve done to get banned from every tavern.

As her knuckles rap against the oak door of Allura’s office the following morning, she finds her mind drifting back to that same moment just hours before. The scene of bodies thrown alongside the mention of tavern banning —the image of the white-haired man’s gaze boring into her skin with gross judgement.

Releasing a huff, she narrows her eyes at the thought just as Allura opens the door, watching as the wizard gives her a once-over followed by an immediate frown. “Gods, you look like shit.”

Of course I do. I barely slept, she thinks. Though, she doesn’t say that out loud. Instead, she just brushes past her friend and flops onto the lounger located in the corner of the room. Her mind still foolishly focused on the group at the tavern as lets out a sigh.

“You wanted to see me?”

In response, Allura chuckles and closes the door before turning to face her. “I did, yes. Uriel wanted to ask a favour of you.”

A favor?

Zayis closes her eyes and hums, settling further amongst the velvet beneath her aching bones. “And what kind of favour did old Uriel ask for, then?”

“He’s asked that you join me for a little field trip.”

At the mention of a trip, one of Zayis’s eyes immediately opens to glance at her friend, noticing the faint presence of a smirk on Allura’s lips. The sight clearly hinting at something she knows the tiefling will enjoy, prompting her attention to shift.

“What kind?” Zayis asks, sitting back up.

Allura sighs and drops down next to her, adjusting her skirts. “We’ve found a band willing to aid in the extinction of that beast outside of Emon. They’re… a bit rougher around the edges than some of the other groups, but they’re willing and able, so—”

“So, you have no trouble leading them to death,” Zayis shoots back, cutting her off.

“They agreed to the terms.”

“Terms I’m sure the council didn’t even bother to explain,” she replies, scoffing out a laugh. The kind that sounds almost bitter as it slips between her lips —the kind that usually she hides whenever the other members of the council tend to talk around her.

Knowing this, the wizard sighs again, her tone of voice immediately becoming laced with exhaustion. “We’re running out of options, Zay. You know that.”

Unfortunately, she does. With how things have been going with his supposed beast, she’s well aware that the impression it’s making isn’t in favour of the council’s efforts to keep Emon strong.

On the other hand, though, she’s aware that the same council resorting to poorly vetted recruitment to exterminate the damn thing isn’t much better. Especially after having lost a fair amount of her previous clientele to the cause.

In fact, just the though of how many she knows that’ve been lost makes her swallow. The urge to argue and point out the flaws in the sovereign’s plan heavy on her mind as she opts for silence, knowing deep down there’s no point, considering her word is far from law.

“Uriel wants you to keep an eye on them,” Allura eventually says, partially changing the subject with a more huffy tone than previous. “Follow them around and report back. Just like old times, yeah?”

Raising her brow, Zayis moves her arms across her chest and leans back, offering her friend nothing but pure skepticism. “Let me get this straight. You want me to go off with a bunch of strangers into the mountains and watch over them until we all inevitably die like everyone else?”

“Not die. Survey. Watch and make sure they behave.”

“Oh, okay so, babysit?” she deadpans.

Allura lets out a heavy breath. A plume of frustrated air pushing through her nose as she reaches up to pinch the bridge, unable to deny the truth. That’s exactly what they want more or less.

“Yes. Fine. Babysit. Whatever. Now, are you willing to do that or should I inform Uriel that you’d rather run errands for Fince and Krieg instead?”

Almost immediately, Zayis cringes at the thought; her lips forming a scowl as she shakes her head. “You know I’d rather die than spend a day with either of those idiots.”

“Perfect. We’ll head to the ship then.”

After that, Zayis feels a gentle pat on her knee. The soft, pale hand of her friend giving her a quick squeeze before she stands up to grab her things, motioning for Zayis to follow.

“I promise it won’t be that bad,” she assures, stepping aside to close and lock the door behind the tiefling once she walks through. “Honestly, you might find good company in some of them. They seem like your type.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Mm, somehow that feels like an insult.”

“It’s not,” Allura chuckles, prompting Zayis to rolls her eyes and shove her palms into the pockets of her trousers. “It’s just an assumption.”

“An assumption based on…?”

The wizard opens her mouth only to quickly close it and bite back a smirk instead. “Oh, I don’t know. Aren’t you typically a fan of those less proper?”

It’s true she’s not exactly a fan of the company Allura tends to keep. Having grown tired of it over the years, she much prefers to keep herself hidden away from all the noble bullshit that surrounds her. Especially when she’s not required to engage.

“Lura, I’m not a fan of anyone and you know that.”

Somehow, that gets a laugh, causing Zayis to let out a deep breath and shake her head, wondering why her friend always has to insist on her meeting other people. She already has enough friends right now. She’s got Allura and Kima and her brother, Dharmir, and—

“Well, regardless, maybe you should open up more. Give people a chance.”

Zayis looks at her incredulously, stumbling a bit as she debates whether to stop walking or continue; quickly opting for the latter. “And you want me to extend the branch to these rough around the edge mercenaries, was it?”

Allura, forever known to push, merely shrugs her shoulders as they move. Her expression hopeful, yet stern. Her eyes clearly conveying the sense that yes, she does want Zayis to do that. “Aren’t you a little rough?”

“No, I’m not rough. I’m just… not soft like the rest of you.”

Allura offers a smirk. “You’re quick to forget you were the same at one point.”

For a moment, she falters; her expression shifting from annoyance to something else neither of them can really place. Something strange and distant that promptly has her blinking and clearing her throat to reset.

“Yes, well, isn’t that the point of running away? To forget the past and all that,” she says back, her tone suddenly dramatic as she wisps her hand around, earning herself an eye roll that makes her laugh, causing Allura to drop the facade of professionalism for a moment to shove the tiefling’s arm —an act of violence that has Zayis feigning a gasp in response.

“You dare shove your loyal servant? How rude!”

“Oh hush, you’re not a servant. If anything, you’re more of an errand boy.”

“Mm, cause that’s so much better…”

This time, it’s Allura’s turn to laugh as they weave through the halls; their conversation becoming more playful as the wizard continues to tease the tiefling about her lack of social skills until they find themselves at the back end of the castle. A ship resembling that of a pirate’s, sitting in the grass a few yards away, waiting to be boarded.

As soon as Zayis sees it, she raises a brow at her friend who merely smiles and motions her to keep moving. The two of them swiftly arriving near the entrance of it so that Allura can speak with some of the workers while she turns to survey the area.

Despite how often she’s at the castle nowadays, she’s never been here before. Since she’s pretty much restricted to the various Master’s offices or the main hall, even the winding path of hallways they took to get here is lost on her thanks to the distracting conversation. The area she now finds herself in making her eyes narrow as she scans the line of trees behind them before doubling back to view the castle’s stone walls coated in vines.

“Everything’s clear. They’ll be arriving shortly,” Allura then says, pulling her attention back.

“Who?”

“Your new friends, obviously,” she teases, giving her arm a light pinch.

In response, Zayis swats her hand away with the end of her tail and scowls, deciding to remain silent as she takes another look around, suddenly remembering that she’s about to wander into the war zone of a creature who has a rather stellar winning streak at the moment. A fact that truthfully makes her skin genuinely crawl.

“So, I’m assuming you have some sort of plan for if things go south, then?”

Allura blinks at her for a moment, clearly gathering her thoughts before she hums and looks towards the castle. “I won’t be joining, unfortunately. I have business to attend to, but don’t worry, if things don’t go according to plan just…”

Just…?

Zayis can’t help but question the way her sentence suddenly trails off. Allura’s shift in tone forcing her to assume the worst as she raises a brow. “Just… what? Leave them behind?”

“I didn’t say—“

“No, I feel like that’s what you’re insinuating,” she immediately argues, causing her friend’s jaw to shift while her eyes roll. An obvious sign of having just been proven wrong, which immediately creates a rift between them. The familiar kind where they tend to stew in silence, avoiding each other’s gaze in favour of brainstorming their act of retaliation —to take a beat and prove the other wrong in order to claim victory in another one of their petty little spats.

Thankfully though, the exchange is short-lived. Interrupted by a small sea of bodies being led by a group of guards, prompting Zayis to assume Allura’s mention of their supposed roughness goes far deeper than she’s willing to let on.

“Ah, right on time. Hello, Vox Machina!”

Zayis scowls at her friend’s sudden change in demeanour, watching as she politely lights up like a fireplace; the apples of her cheeks rising up alongside the edges of her lips.

Truthfully, it makes her a bit sick how she can seamlessly switch sides like that, slipping between her old, much more rational-sounding friend to the Arcane Master who now stands beside her, showing little signs of anything but a calculated wizard who merely lives to serve Emon and it’s gracious sovereign.

“Gods, it’s scary when you do that,” Zayis can’t help but comment quietly.

“What?”

Instead of responding, she just turns to face her, mocking her lifeless smile as she holds her hands in front of her lap and bats her lashes, causing her friend to roll her eyes and scoff.

“I don’t look like that.”

“You do, actually.”

This time, Allura huffs, holding back the urge to tease her in return as the guards part ways to reveal the group, the image of their faces immediately making Zayis cock her head and narrow her eyes, quickly realizing who they are.

“I’m assuming you’re all ready to go?”

The group responds accordingly, their voices creating a chorus of positive responses that seem to muffle as Zayis looks them over, eventually landing on the white-haired man who’s already back to passing ocular judgement as he’d done the night prior.

“Great. Come along, then. We’ll do introductions on the boat.”

There are too many names to remember. So, after the introductions are over Zayis just focuses on roles. Rogue, ranger, bard, gunslinger, etc.

It’s easier that way, she tells herself. Less of a hassle to remember on top of avoiding any sort of personal connection —exactly how she likes it, despite Allura’s obvious displeasure for the concept when she later motions to the white-haired man standing across the boat.

“That gunslinger’s got a staring problem,” she huffs, instantly matching the man’s gaze as he looks back to see what they’re doing. His curious eyes moving between the two of them before they inevitably turn back to the ranger beside him who gives him a rather smug smile.

“You’re not much better, dear.”

All she does is huff and lean against the railing, turning her attention to the vast land beneath them. The forest appearing small and almost winding now that they’re coasting through the air, riding the breeze with the sails dropped.

“I bet he’s racist,” Allura suddenly says, her tone full of sarcasm, causing Zayis to snort.

“I mean, there’s always someone who’s got it out for the Hells.”

“Perhaps he’s preparing to slaughter you when no one’s looking.”

Glancing back with a smirk, Zayis shakes her head playfully, watching her friend move to stand at her side and smirk back. Their previous moments of tension before boarding slipping away like the current of a whitewater river.

“So, you’re suggesting I be vigilant, then?”

Allura nods promptly, her expression attempting to feign a sense of seriousness while holding back a laugh. “Yes, wouldn’t want you to die by the hands of some inferior human.”

“Says the human.”

Both of them chuckle. The sound carrying over to the other group who glance over, watching as they continue to idly bounce this ridiculous narrative off of each other until Zayis is practically leaning over the railing in stitches while Allura tries her best to remain more composed.

“Hush, you’re going to get me in trouble,” the wizard eventually says, still partially laughing as she wipes her eyes and attempts to clear the humour from her throat, causing Zayis to scoff.

“Me? You’re the one who came over here spewing rumours about the supposed racist,” she says, subtly motioning to the gunslinger with her chin before she stupidly gives in and looks over to see him staring once again.

This time though, he’s got a bit of a scowl going on; his lips twisting with discomfort alongside pinched brows. An obvious air of annoyance flickering through his features as she narrows her eyes in return, wondering if perhaps he managed to hear their little exchange.

If he had, he’s certainly being pretty civil about it, Zayis thinks. So, instead of dwelling on it, she shifts her gaze back to see Allura adjusting her skirts and smoothing her hair —obviously working to reset before she mutters a simple, “Yes, well, no more jokes. Back to business,” before wandering off to join the rest of the group.

Once gone, Zayis releases a deep breath and straightens her back as she debates whether or not she should follow, already knowing the answer. She should go over. Well aware that it’d be the smarter decision, considering they’re about to step into the heart of something more dangerous than she’s used it, she knows it’s what’s required of her. Though, she still can’t deny that the thought of having to play nice and do the noble thing by casting aside her usual reservations is already giving her a headache as she wanders over; hands shoved deep into her pockets to stand next to their rogue with a huff.

“As you can see the creature has already razed three villages and miles of farmland,” she hears her friend say.

In response, the group stares at her with curious glances. Ones that mirror her own as she tries her best to absorb the information through the heavy gusts of wind that rush right through them. The sound slightly muffling her voice enough to cause the tiefling’s commonly distracted mind to wander —a myriad of questions and answers as to what might happen once they land appearing all at once, forcing a frown upon across her face. The edges of her lips turning down as she then hears Allura mention the possible outcome of a kingdom wide starvation.

At which point, Zayis fully stares at her; brows pushed together in annoyance, realizing that her friend forgot to relay that part of the mission of prior. Along with a few other things she assumes she’s bound to discover as the ship begins to descend, prompting her to stumble slightly and bump into the rogue beside her.

Thankfully though, he doesn’t regard her when it happens. Instead, he just shifts away after she’s gained her footing and keeps his gaze forward, causing Zayis to release a breath of relief before she decides to wander off and grab her things so that she may take a moment to think about weight of the job she’s agreed to.

Because truthfully, when she’d said yes, she assumed it was going to be some sort of body guard situation. Something dangerous obviously, but overall more simple —not some sort of hunt alongside a handful of strangers who clearly aren’t very trustworthy of her. (Or, so she assumes, based on the way their gunslinger always seems to be keeping a watchful eye whenever she moves the slightest bit.)

Which makes her wonder what exactly his deal is. Considering the rest of the group has pretty much ignored her presence entirely other than the odd glance, she can’t help but wonder if his gaze is actually predatory or merely just a lack of social awareness.

Either way, she makes a note to be a little more cautious around him as she kneels down to sift through her bag, fingers slipping into pockets to grab a few things that might come in handy. Her attention now focused on the task at hand again as she deposits everything into her coat until she hears the sound of footsteps. Then, she’s back to anxiously wandering through the depths of her mind as she turns around to see the group’s cleric awkwardly offering a wave, a small smile plastered across her face as she wanders over.

“Uh, hello!” she says.

Raising a brow, Zayis doesn’t respond at first. Instead, she just looks the cleric over, eyes flicking between her stark white hair and pale eyes —focusing for a moment on the scar that lines the left before she releases a heavy breath.

“Hi.”

She clears her throat as Zayis moves to stand and look down curiously, watching the woman’s eyes shift towards her group before returning. “Sorry uh, what was your name again? I’m Pike.”

Pike. Hm.

“Zayis.”

Despite the obvious discomfort that shifts between them, Pike smiles and holds out her hand; the gauntlet she wears flickering in the sunlight enough to cause Zayis to look down and tentatively grab it, producing a single shake.

“Nice to meet you. We’re uh, happy to have you!”

“Are you?”

The words slip out before she can stop them, prompting Pike to falter for a moment as their hands move apart, causing the space between to become open once again as the cleric uncomfortably laughs.

“Well, I’m not opposed to it,” she comments quietly.

At that, Zayis narrows her eyes, trying to figure out how to respond. Mostly because she’s used to people being wary of her. Being a tiefling and all, it’s fairly common for people to react in uncomfortable ways when meeting her, especially if her presence is forced upon them like it’s being now. So, she doesn’t blame Pike for acting nervous if that’s the case. Nor the others, despite her own discomfort growing at their presence as time goes on.

“Well, that’s uh, kind,” Zayis eventually responds before she clears her throat and looks away.

As she does, she catches the gaze of the others. All of them now staring as Pike chuckles to herself before looking too, motioning towards them. “They’re harmless, I promise. They just hate strangers.”

Zayis hums, causing Pike’s laughter to slowly die off. The silence between them growing as she watches the rest of the group talk amongst themselves before a pair of them begin to wander over. Both obviously reluctant as their cleric moves to give them some space.

“I know Allura already introduced us, but this is Keyleth and Vax,” she says, somehow still smiling through the tension, watching as Zayis remains silent for a while, obviously feeling a bit too overwhelmed by the sudden rise in bodies as she nods and swallows the urge to Misty Step away from it all.

“Hey! Allura mentioned you were coming with, right?” Keyleth says while Vax just looks between the small group with a raised brow, obviously keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Yeah,” she admits, glancing towards the rogue who merely hums and looks back —his dark eyes aggressively sizing her up for a moment before the oddly begin to soften. “Though, I’m not entirely sure why, since you’ve already got a rogue.” The three of them share a look she’s clearly not meant to see. All of their eyes darting around to seek some sort of connection that’s obviously lost on her as she tries her best not to think about the fact that her chest feels like it’s on the verge of exploding out of her.

“Well, what’s your speciality?”

The sound of Vax’s voice throws her off a bit. The tone of it surprisingly calm —almost gentle— as she regards him slowly. “Illusions mostly. Though, I’ll admit my fingers are known to get a bit sticky on occasion.”

Somehow that earns a snort from him. Along with a nod that seems almost approving. “Well, as long as your fingers keep to themselves we’ll have no issues.”

She isn’t entirely sure what to say to that, so she just settles on a nod that quickly signals the end of their conversation alongside the ship beneath their feet beginning to descend, causing everyone to curiously look towards the bow.

As they do, Zayis lets out a sigh of relief, happy to have enough of an interruption to get them to stop talking so that she can think as they walk over to survey the ground beneath them. The scenery appearing rather dead and lifeless compared to the bustling energy of the city she’s used to.

“Where are we?” she hears Keyleth ask then, prompting Allura to appear seemingly out of nowhere to usher them down the steps —failing to answer the druid’s question until everyone’s off the boat except for her.

“You’ll find The Shalesteps just beyond that hill. Good luck,” she tells them, her tone bordering on snobbish as she goes to turn away but pauses, offering Zayis specifically a mischievous smirk. “Oh, and please don’t uh—what is it you often say Zay?— Fuck it up?”

In response, Zayis offers a frown as she crosses her arms over her chest, refusing to entertain her friend’s stupid antics as she turns to walk away, accidentally bumping into the gunslinger in the process.

Percy had recognized her almost immediately. The moment they’d met prior to boarding the ship, he knew that the tiefling awkwardly standing alongside Allura was indeed the same one he’d seen outside the tavern last night. The one who stopped and stared —a look of pure caution gracing her features as she simply strolled away.

Back then, he assumed she was just being wary of them. Well aware of how most feel about tieflings as a species, he knew it was common for them to have a certain air of vigilance in response to strangers, especially at night in more rowdy areas. So, after the ocular exchange had occurred he hadn’t really thought much of it. Instead, he just assumed it was nothing more than a look of warning to keep his distance —a look he graciously heeded until her face had all but disappeared from his thoughts after Scanlan started talking about some flyer.

Now though, as they walk the path towards The Shalesteps in search of information, Percy can't help but feel the need to conduct his own investigation. One that calls for a bit more prying.

“You’re going to burn a hole into that poor girl’s face if you keep staring.”

Blinking, Percy glances to his left to look at Vex who already looks like she’s about to call him out on doing something foolish. Based on the way her lips quirk into a bit of a smirk alongside her raised brow, Percy finds himself sighing.

“I don’t trust her,” he says simply.

Before he can stop himself his eyes move to look at her again with narrowed eyes; the constant pull of curiosity he’s held most of the way here flickering to ignite into a full-blown flame of skepticism.

“To be fair, you don’t trust anyone. None of us do. It’s part of the job.”

“She was at the tavern last night.”

He hears Vex loudly sigh at that, causing his nose to scrunch as he looks back in annoyance.

“What? You don’t think that’s a cause for concern?”

In response, Vex opens her mouth to speak but is quickly interrupted by Vax calling for her, instantly leaving Percy to his thoughts again as she wanders off. His mind suddenly running rampant with more and more questions when he inevitably looks back at the tiefling, hardly caring about the apparent hole he’s burning or whether or not she finds his presence unnerving.

Because, unlike the rest of them, she appears rather cold. Almost like she doesn’t even want to be there, causing Percy’s curiosity to rise as he slows down his pace a bit to saddle up to the woman now fully gracing his sightline. His body practically moving on its own accord as it shifts to cock his head and look down at her.

“You’re the tiefling from the tavern,” he states.

Almost immediately her eyes shoot upwards to match his gaze; her mismatched irises staring back at him almost painfully as the hands in her pockets rise to cross over her chest.

“I am.”

“Hm.”

He doesn’t need to hear her confirm it. From the moment he saw her stormy blue skin stained in white across her left eye, he knew that it was her. No other tiefling could match such a peculiar description.

Still, though, he can’t help but release a small huff as she says it. Almost like he’s proud to have recognized the connection.

“And now you’re here. Aiding us in our pesky pest control quest.”

At that, she snorts, and truthfully the sound throws him off a bit. After only ever seeing her act like a stone wall amongst his friends, he can’t help but find it odd to see her show an emotion that isn’t just clear indifference. The sudden presence of it making his eyes narrow as he sees her upper lip quirk up.

“Pesky feels like a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?”

Releasing a deep breath, Percy nods. “Fair point. We’re not exactly dealing with your average opponent.”

“Yeah, not really.”

There’s a long pause after that. The only noise between them being the scuff of their boots and the cacophony of his friend's voices idly chatting away about whatever it is that’s on their minds. The tension that’s already been established between them rising a degree or two when she inevitably looks at him, appearing almost angry.

“How come you keep staring at me?” she then asks.

At first, Percy just keeps his gaze firm. As he works to gather his own thoughts, he lets his eyes roam from place to place, absorbing the sight of her tall, charcoal horns and thick, dark brows —the way her eyes never seem to widen enough to look full as they share yet another gaze of agitation.

After a few moments though, he relents with a sigh and turns his attention to the crowd ahead, watching as Scanlan yells at Grog about something inaudible before the Goliath picks him up and throws him over his shoulder.

“Is it purely coincidence that we’ve run into you twice in the span of fifteen hours or are you perchance following us?”

For some reason that gets a laugh out of her. A single ha that has him looking back over in annoyance to see her expression soften.

“Unfortunately, it’s just a coincidence,” she tells him. Then, her hands uncross and return to her pockets as if she’s preparing to open up some more. “Last night I was thirsty and today I’m mostly hear running errands for the council.”

“Yes, I gathered that.”

She raises a brow —almost as if she’s surprised, causing him to shrug.

“You don’t look all that keen to be here. Not that any of us should be given the track record of our peers.”

All she does is hum then, prompting him to hum back as he begins to brainstorm what this errand of her’s that needs fulfilling might be. A couple of thoughts passing through until he gives her a quick once over, realizing what it is with a sigh.

“So, you’re babysitting us then, I presume? Keeping an eye out for trouble.”

“Pretty much.”

Percy doesn’t know whether or not he should feel insulted by that. Regardless though, he keeps whatever it is he feels in check as he mirrors her stance; pocketing his hands with a heavy sigh as they continue to walk.

“Well, apologies for staring then —and bumping into you,” he says, swallowing hard. “I’ll be honest, it's not that often we acquire allies in such civil circumstances.”

After that, instead of building the conversation, another hum pushes through her lips, causing him to wonder if perhaps her overall coldness is merely her just being awkward. She is a rogue after all and based on his and Vax’s first meeting he can say the man was equally as aloof to speak to in the beginning. Maybe even more so.

“Not very talkative, are you?” he can’t help but muse humorously.

“Not much to talk about, really.”

“Another fair point. Though, we could properly introduce ourselves —seeing as we’ll be working together.”

After he says that, she gives him a long, hard stare; her gaze darting around his face just as he had done to her a few moments prior. The sight of it —as much as he hates to admit it— definitely makes him feel a bit uneasy. And although he appears to look unaffected on the inside he still feels a bit… messy. With his chest pounding a little harder at the sight of her scrutiny while his thoughts run rampant trying to gauge this woman’s intentions, truthfully he finds himself a bit lost until she speaks again.

“Zayis Marden.”

When he remembers to breathe again he nods his head, secretly wondering why that name rings a bell. “Percival de Rolo III.”

“Charmed I’m sure,” she says, her voice suddenly teasing as she gives him a little bow that has him chuckling in confusion before they find themselves in view of their destination.

#futile devices #percival de rolo #percival de rolo fic #percival de rolo x oc #percy de rolo #percy de rolo fic #percy de rolo x oc #vox machina #vox machina fic #tlovm #sum writes

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neopuff · 1 month ago

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title: say it again word count: ~1500 ships/characters: vex/percy, cass summary: Vex visits Percy in his room a few hours after he comes back. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60056530

They hadn't had a chance to talk yet. Not really.

Which was fine with her, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. Vex was still so shocked and awestruck and happy that he was back and he was alive that she hadn't taken the time to figure out what she wanted to say to him.

She doubted that he'd heard what she’d said before he woke up. And even if he had, he probably wouldn't remember it. His body and soul had gone through so much that she had absolutely zero expectations. She loved him dearly, but there was always a small chance that he was angry with her for walking away from him.

Maybe he even hated her.

Vex took a deep breath and leaned her head against the wall. She didn't really think that he hated her. But the guilt she felt was overwhelming and she needed to talk to him before she started crying about it again.

It was difficult, though. He'd been bathed and fed and rested. Then everyone wanted to chat with him, update him on what he'd missed. Keyleth seemed especially excited to tell him about her and Vax, though Vex never got the impression that Percy even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

His sister was with him at that moment and Vex certainly didn't want to interrupt them. Cassandra had been absent from the group’s discussion about reviving Percy - the magic that Vax has described reminded her of the Briarwoods and though she wasn't going to stop them from trying, she was scared to get her hopes up on something that sounded so dark.

Vex was happy that she came around. She was Percy’s only living family and Vex thought it'd be nice to get to know her better. If they had the opportunity.

“Vex’ahlia?”

She turned her head to find Cass standing outside Percy’s room and staring straight at her. “Hi,” Vex responded, not sure what else to say.

“Have you slept at all?” Cass asked, walking closer and laying her hand on Vex’s arm. “You looked exhausted even before the ritual.”

“Can't sleep.” Vex sighed and gave the younger woman an awkward smile. “I need to talk to him, but…well. How is he? Maybe I should let him rest, or-”

“He's been talking about you quite a bit,” she interrupted. “I think you should go see him now.” Cass tilted her head in the direction of his door. “I've no doubt he wants to see you.”

Vex didn't know how much Cassandra knew about their relationship prior to her embarrassing, romantic speech during his revival. There wouldn’t have been much time for Percy to tell her before they went off on another world-saving mission. It was nice to know that she approved, though.

“Right,” she responded, pushing herself off the wall. Her heart started beating faster as she realized she still hadn't figured out what to say to him. “Thank you.”

“Just remember that he's still recovering,” Cass said semi-jokingly as she walked off. “Don’t exert him too much.”

Normally such a comment wouldn't have embarrassed her, but Vex felt herself blush at that. She did want to touch him and feel him again, but at that moment she just wanted to hear his voice and make sure he knew how she felt.

She knocked lightly on the door and opened it, wincing at the creaking sound before poking her head in. “Percy?”

His eyes widened and almost seemed to light up at the sight of her. “Vex!” he said excitedly, adjusting himself into an upright position.

Vex came into the room fully and closed the door behind her. “How are you feeling, darling?”

He smiled at her with that insanely charming smile that she loved, loved, loved. “Better. Not my best, but…well. Anything’s better than being dead.”

“Don't I know it?” she replied cheekily, walking over and taking a seat on the edge of his bed. She'd taken a moment to decide where exactly to sit - her natural instinct was to scoot him over and plop her butt right next to his, but the rarely-used, more rational part of her brain told her to sit further away. Next to his legs. Neutral territory.

They silently stared at each other for a few comfortable moments, then Vex took a deep breath. “I'm…sure you're feeling overwhelmed. With everyone talking to you at once.”

“It's been fine,” he answered quietly, staring down at her right hand. It wasn't too terribly far away from his own, and his fingers twitched like they wanted to feel her against him.

“Right.” She lifted up her hands and held them together in her lap, playing with her fingers. It was difficult to come up with the words she needed to say. “I just…I wanted to say…”

Percy held his breath, staring at her profile.

“I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Percy asked, genuinely confused. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Vex.”

“Of course I do!” She whipped her head towards him, frustrated that tears were pricking at her eyes again. “I shouldn't have-! I…I was a coward, Percy. You opened your heart to me and I walked away. It was awful. Unforgivable. I…it was cruel.”

He blinked slowly at her, then smiled sadly. “It's fine. I knew you weren't ready to say it and pushed you anyway.”

Vex shook her head. “But I should've been. I was holding myself back and I…” She took a deep breath and leaned towards him on the bed, staring straight into his eyes. “I love you, Percival. I'm in love with you.”

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wet, her hair a mess, and her voice slightly hoarse. She felt desperate - needing him to know how much she regretted not telling him how she felt sooner.

Percy’s expression softened and he gave her a dreamy smile. “I know.”

Not expecting that response, Vex’s cheeks burned hotter and she glanced away from his gaze. “I-I know, but…I wanted you to hear it from me. It's not the-”

“I did hear it.”

She shut her mouth and connected with his eyes again, blinking slowly. “...you heard?”

Percy groaned and sat up even straighter, scooting as close to her as he could, and grabbed her hand with his. He gave her hand a tight squeeze and smiled again. “I heard every word, Vex’ahlia. Your voice grounded me, made me remember who I am.”

The blush on her cheeks didn't go away as she considered just how vulnerable and open she'd been at that moment. She used her free hand to play with her hair. “...I meant it. All of it.”

He tugged her hand, pulling her towards him, and Vex was more than happy to comply. Their lips touched and it felt like a fire was ignited in her heart - she breathed out every moment of longing she'd felt about him and melted into the kiss. She'd missed him so, so much.

Vex pulled away for air and was about to dive right back in when Percy lifted a shaky hand to her face, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“Could you say it again?” he asked, eyes closed and lips reddened with her lipstick.

She smiled and pecked his lips once, then twice. “I love you, Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo. I love you so much and I cannot wait til you have your strength back so I can show you just how strongly I mean it.”

Percy chuckled and kissed her again - a deeper, stronger kiss that time, though it only lasted a few seconds as he pulled back for some air. “I'll keep that in mind while I'm recovering,” he said with a charming smirk.

Vex felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders as he held her face in front of his and kissed her once again.

“What would I do without you?” he mumbled softly against her lips.

She took another deep breath and lifted her hands to grab his, holding them against the top of her chest. “Let's never find out, darling. Neither of us are allowed to die again anytime soon.”

Percy turned her hands so he could hold hers and he exhaled loudly. “I’d hate to go against the direct orders of a Whitestone noblewoman.”

At that, Vex felt the dam break. The thought of being a Lady in his home, a part of the thing he held most dear, the chance to be with him in such a beautiful place with such wonderful people - made the tears spill from her eyes again. She laughed and leaned forward to kiss him once more. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he responded eagerly, wiping away her tears. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

She shook her head and reached out her hand, laying it on his chest to feel his heartbeat. “I'm not leaving your side ever again.”

He smiled and put his hand on top of hers. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

#perc'ahlia #vex'ahlia #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #carrofics #okay im doneeeee now its also a short fic but i wanted to get the visuals out of my head #cassandra de rolo

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damejudyhench · 19 days ago

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From my Heart and From my Hands

“Later,” Percy was barely able to croak through the sudden fog of lust clouding his brain, and then he was lost. He thought he might have dropped the wine glasses, but Vex’ahlia was kissing him and he was kissing her back, drowning in the taste and the smell of her, forest and leather and dark smoky liquor.

Percy believes he doesn’t deserve happiness. Vex believes happiness can’t last. Their first time together, inexplicably, makes them happy.

Aka I think I’m in love :D I think I’m in love D:

Second chapter now up! Thanks to @corancoranthemagicalman

#percival de rolo #vexahlia #perc'ahlia #the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de blorbo #my fic #finished fic #idiots in love #pwp #smut and fluff #pic is from the radio times

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liltaireissocute · 3 months ago

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[PERC'ILDAN]

heavily inspired by my partner's (both in life, crime and shipping perc'ildan) fic (read it, it's a god level of fan fiction); basically it's Percy discovering extreme sensitivity of elven ears

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A Serious Case of the Pent-up Giggles

Original request (from @gladdygirl18): "As a fellow Vox Machina fan, how about day 15 "are you ticklish" with Lee Percy and ler(s) the Elven Twins?"

Author’s note: Aaaaah!!! I’m soooo excited to share this because I’m super happy with how it came out! Gosh, I love Percy. Here’s Day 15 of Tickletober: “Are you ticklish?” from August’s Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: The Legend of Vox Machina

Characters: Percy, Vax, Vex, and the rest of the Vox Machina crew

Word count: 1,712

Summary: Vex and Vax think that Percy needs to be “cured” of his case of the pent-up giggles. The twins know just how to help.

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There’s nothing like a warm fireplace, a comfortable chair, a sketchbook, and some company to fill the air with ambiance—at least to Percy, that is. And currently, he has all four. His quill delicately lines his pages with a draft of one of his newest project ideas, with intricate details of mechanical functionalities and notes on aesthetics if there’s time or resources. Yes, Percy’s productivity is at its peak. Honed in. Focused. Eyes and mind tethered to his work as he pictures the pieces to sketch. Nothing can distract him now.

Except for a sudden jab to his side. That’s distracting.

Percy restrains a yelp and jumps in reaction. He nearly drops his sketchbook from his hands. Pulled back to his surroundings, Percy glares through his glasses to the left of the couch seats.

“Vax! What was that for?” Percy snaps at his ally.

“Whoa! Easy there, de Rolo,” Vax puts his hands up in defense. “I tried calling your name, but you weren’t answering. We were just reminiscing about the time Vex was using whole cooked chickens as target practice. I thought you wanted to chime in.”

Percy adjusts his glasses. “I know what you were talking about. I was already satisfied by just listening.”

“That was quite a jump there, Percy,” Vex chimes in from his right. She leans forward on the sofa that her, Percy, and Vax are sitting on so that Percy and her brother are both in her view. “I know Vax surprised you, but you nearly leapt off the couch.”

Percy reopens his sketchbook. His head is dipped down and looking away from Vex. “I was taken off guard, is all.”

“Oh, I totally get that,” Keyleth says from her spot on the floor by the fireplace. She’s been braiding Trinket’s fur with flowers as the bear sleeps beside her. “One time, Scanlan snuck up on me while I was tending to the flowers outside. I nearly fell into a pile of mud.”

“I wasn’t sneaking up on you on purpose!” Scanlan pipes up from an armchair. His legs are propped up on the side while he restrings his lute. “Those bushes are my height. I didn’t know you were there!”

Vex returns the group to the topic at hand, still keeping her eyes on Percy. “See, I would believe you Percy…” She pauses for a moment. A smirk crawls onto her face. “If I didn’t know you were faking it.”

“Excuse me?” Percy scoffs.

“Well, maybe not faking it, per say. You were taken off guard,” Vex shrugs. “But there’s a second reason why you jumped that high. Actually, I have my suspicions.”

Vex makes eye contact with her brother. She glances in Percy’s direction before looking back at Vax with a smile to inform him of her thoughts. Vax raises a brow, but after looking at his sister’s smirk and briefly observing where he poked Percy, an understanding grin forms on his own features.

“Oh, I know!” Grog raises his hand in excitement from his chair, “Maybe Vax’s jab was so strong that he nearly pushed Percy off the couch!”

“Or maybe it accidently hurt?” Pike guesses from her seat by the coffee table. She stands and approaches Percy. “Because if so, I can try to heal you–”

“No,” Percy says faster than intended, like he is on edge. He reassures Pike. “I’m fine. Thank you, Pike, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Oh no, Pike. Magic won’t help. What Percy has is a far more serious case,” Vex exaggerates her words.

Vax puts his arm on Percy’s soldier. “It’s a case that explains why he scowls all the time.”

“Why he doesn’t laugh as often,” Vex adds.

“An ailment that eats away at his chest!” Vax says.

“Trapped inside, just bursting to come out!”

“Alright! Out with it already!” Percy growls.

Vex leans back in her seat. Calm. Casual. “What you have is one serious case of the pent-up giggles.”

“What?” Percy scowls at them. He leans forward to place his sketchbook and quill on the table in front of their seats.

“Oh no! Percy, you’re sick?” Grog questions.

“I am not sick,” he answers Grog. “Sick of these two maybe,” he mutters while glaring at the twins. “But not physically ill.”

“But there is still a very important question we need to ask you, Percy,” Vax mentions. “And that question is this…”

The dagger wielding twin stares Percy straight in the eye. A mischievous grin curls up on the corner of his mouth.

“Are you ticklish?”

Percy glares back at Vax. His senses are sharp. His expression remains unfazed. “No,” Percy makes his words crystal clear.

“Ah, denial,” Vex shakes her head.

“One of the main symptoms,” Vax sighs as if hearing bad news, though his smile is still wide.

“Don’t worry, Percy,” Vex says. “Vax and I know just how to cure you. You’re in good hands,” Vex grins. She immediately follows up her words with a poke to Percy’s side.

The man jumps and wraps his arms across his torso, now glaring at the female twin. “Vex–”

Percy jolts again, now whipping his head to the other side to glare at the male twin who poked his other side again. “Vax!”

Vex smiles at her twin. “Shall we brother?”

“We shall, sister.”

The two half-elves turn their smiles in Percy’s direction. Immediately, they pounce at him, tackling him into the back cushions of the sofa.

“Wait!” Percy exclaims as the twins put their mischief into action. He squeezes his arms to his sides and tries to wiggle from side to side to avoid the onslaught of pokes. “This is ludicrous!” he manages to yell out, right before Vex catches a well aimed scribble to his side.

Percy jumps away from her and releases a giggle-filled yelp. He immediately slaps both of his hands to his mouth before moving one hand to push at Vex’s shoulder, while his other hand continues to contain the bubbling sound of joy that lies beneath.

Big mistake though. He forgot there were two twins.

Vax sneaks his hands from behind and scribbles into Percy’s unguarded ribs. The human instantly clamps his arms down with a shriek and jolts forward, but he’s easily pulled back by Vax as the rogue gleefully digs his fingers between the stubborn noble’s ribs. Vex also launches her hands at Percy’s sides now that his defenses are lowered.

A snort comes from Percy’s restrained snickers, which is soon followed by an outpour of wheezy giggles that continuously spill from Percy. He nearly knocks over Vax through his squirming, but the male twin holds him up and keeps in prime position for their playful method of "healing."

“Vehehehex! Vahahahax!” Percy shouts at them through his laughter.

“Nice going, brother,” Vex smiles to her twin. “See, Percy? Look at how many giggles you had stored up! You must be so relieved to finally let them all out.”

“Yohohou both are sohoho de-EHehehead!” Percy squeaks in the middle of his sentence from Vex finding another ticklish spot above his hip. He drags the heels of his boots into the seat cushions.

“Can’t throw your famous insults at us when you’re like this, huh?” Vax teases from behind.

“Yes, indeed,” Vex agrees. “I kind of like Percy this way though. He’s a lot less sassy, that’s for sure.”

“Whahahahat? Sahahahassy?!” Percy says, trying to defend the title of his good name even through his giggling state. “I am nohohohot sassy!”

“Ah, a shame. That was a sassy response right there,” Vex fakes a sigh. “It looks like the sassiness is still present through the tickling after all.”

“Maybe we have to tickle him more to remove the sassiness out of him,” Vax says, grinning.

“No-HOho!” Percy's voice goes higher in pitch from the sheer speed he said the word. “Nohoho more! Let me gohoho, yohohou menaces!” Percy nearly rolls off the couch, teetering on the edge of the cushions.

“If you say so,” Vax grins and releases his hold on Percy. Percy immediately crashes to the floor, as the only thing keeping him steady was Vax’s grip.

Percy peels himself from the floor by pushing himself up on his arms. He glares at Vax from below.

The rogue shrugs. “What? You asked me to let you go,” Vax ends his claim with a smile.

Percy shakes his head with a growl. He retrieves his sketchbook and quill from the table as he gets back to his feet. He looks at his spot on the sofa between the still grinning twins.

He narrows his eyes at them both. “If I sit between you again, will there be any more funny business?”

Vex tosses up her hands. “None from me, darling. I’ve had my fun for today.”

“I’ve still got a little more fun left in me,” Vax says before reassuring him, “But I will save that fun for another time.”

Percy rolls his eyes. He returns to his spot on the cushions and immediately opens his sketchbook to bury his face between the pages. No doubt everyone’s conversation will be skewed towards the sight just now. He’s bracing himself for the following humiliation that his ears are going to hear next.

“So…” Vex speaks first.

Gods, here it comes.

“Where were we in the story, Keyleth?” Vex finishes her thought.

Percy’s features suddenly ease to that of pleasant surprise.

“Oh, right!” Keyleth recalls. “So then I held the chicken really high above my head…” Keyleth resumes her story about the time of Vex’s target practice. The rest of the group begins chiming in again, as if the story was never derailed in the first place.

Percy lifts his head and glances at Vex. Vex glances back and gives him a wink before turning back to the group. Percy looks to the pages of his sketchbook with a thankful smile.

She has his back. They all do, really. They’re the ones that placed him in an embarrassing set of circumstances in the first place, but perhaps it’s not all that bad when the people around him don’t see his embarrassment as a way to judge his character, but see it as a way to love him even more. He really is lucky to have a family like them.

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