#protective pike!

[ansonmountdaily]

So, we go public. They can't ignore your record. No. This is my life. I'm not letting my mistakes ruin yours.

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 2x01 "The Broken Circle"

[criticalyasha]

Devastated over Ashley’s “love you” in tiny

[yashley]

but if I think about how much vax loved and admired pike, how her light and her goodness and her herness inspired in vax a passion he wanted for his own life, if I think about how caleb knew yasha in the pit of her regret and guilt and loneliness and chose to share that deep vulnerability of his own pain with her, for her, if I think about how fiercely orym looks to fearne, looks to fearne, keeps her the closest out of all his friends so much that even in the embrace of his lost loves, orym needed to come back to fearne as she cradled him, sobbing for how much she needed him to be her guidepost, her heart, that pike was a thousand percent ready to face down the goddess of death if it meant vax's safety, that yasha stood stalwart in caleb's wellbeing and let him in the darkest room of herself, that fearne's entire stability is rooted on orym's presence because orym is all she has left that she loves as completely as she would dare, man I just don't know

[keefechambers]

W H A T I F I N E E D Y O U ?

[tameila]

Pike Trickfoot & Scanlan Shorthalt in The Fey Realm

[hikarinonodera]

Pike has orange cat energy and no one can tell me otherwise

[tsuntsunfangirl]

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I’m—

@the-haven-of-fiction @i-wanna-be-in-england @ilsawasanacrobat @charmainemaclendon @turniptitaness

[belphegor1982]

One of these days I'm going to take the "Percy (mistakenly) low-key always thinks he's the only adult in the room" trope to its logical (ish) conclusion and throw the guy a Liam's Quest-shaped curveball. Like, the younger they are the older (ie. teenager) they become and vice versa. Congrats, my guy, all your teammates are kids/teens, you officially are the only adult in the room - now what? You get insights about each other, that's what

...but maybe not at 1:25 AM. Bed's calling.

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings’ A Year of Protectiveness Masterlist

As anyone who has read anything of mine knows, I live for protectiveness! So when @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms opened up the “Year of Creations” event, it was a no brainer what my theme would be!

I’m using this Prompt list, one dialogue prompt and one action prompt and a different character each month.

To stay up to date on when I post, please also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates

As always, my blog and all fics are 18+ only! Minors do not follow or interact! Most of these have smut and they’re all labeled with what type of reader it is on each fic.

❤️ = personal favorite

~

January- Joel Miller ❤️

February- Pero Tovar

March- Poe Dameron

April- Frankie Morales & Santiago Garcia

May- Frank Castle ❤️

June- Javi Gutiérrez

July- Comandante Veracruz

August- Tasm!Peter Parker

September- Axe Woves ❤️

October- Marc Spector *

November- Loki

December- Din Djarin

* Note- Octobers will be posted in November due to kinktober!

[innocent-cat]

More x Percy requests? You got it. Give us reader being protective of Percy. Maybe someone is gonna try and ransom him to Cassandra but reader goes freaking feral, tearing through people to protect him/save him.

You have no clue how much i love you/p

Percy x Protective!Reader

Warnings - Kidnapping, murder, ransom, graphic, cussing duh, beating, starvation.

"Unplanned plans are always better plans.", Percival De rolo x Reader

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Vox Machina was called by Cassandra to Whitestone on some kind of fucking emergency. You couldn't figure out what could be more important than finding your missing member, though. He just fucking packed it up and left in the night? Seriously? Dramatic. Wont be saving him ANY time soon.

You were in disbelief that the rest of your ragtag team decided that searching for him was futile, and that he was 'probably on his own self fulfilling adventure to find himself..' Stupid Everlight dwarfs. Bite sized. I should have punted her.

Whatever. You were on your way to Whitestone now, walking through Keyleth's tree portal she thought she totally couldn't use, but spoiler alert, she totally fucking can.

You avoided conversation and eye contact with the rest of Vox Machina, not wanting to have to deal with any unnecessary arguments through them trying to tell me how I should just 'Let Percy pick his own path'

Yeah right. That asshole should have told me he was leaving, and he WOULD have. prick. lame.

You kicked a rock as you strode through Whitestone, approaching the now obviously repaired castle. You think about how Percy would be proud of his sister if he had stuck with us. pf. asshole.

Now losing focus in your thoughts, you miss your rock, and keep walking. Poor guy. He's lonely now and stuff. Almost like how Percy was kicking the rock that was Vox Machina and then just LEFT in the MIDDLE of the NIGHT, telling NOBODY? asshole.

Taking a seat at the map board at the top of the castle, you lean back in your chair, legs crossed, listening to Cassandra to figure out what kind of stupid mission Pike or Scanlan would drag you on next because they need something out of it, or its finallyyy morally correct. News flash, if you're a religious Everlight follower, maybe think twice before joining a band of rag tags with two raging pick pocketing twins?

oof. okay. that was harsh. Sorry Pike. Still love you. Just mad. XX.

You let out a deep breath, tuning in on Cassandra again, picking at your nails, filing them.

"Percy is being held for ransom for five million gold or he's hung."

Your eyes snap up towards her, in both shock, fear, and rage. Who the fuck would do that to him and more importantly why?

"Do you know by who? Or where?" You shoot out towards her without delay in your thoughts or deciding what words to pick for phrasing.

You lean forward, posture stiffening, waiting for her answer.

Her finger pointed, and darted quickly onto the target of interest. Cliffkeep. Neverfields. Why didn't I just guess they were in the below freezing ice cube area in the mountains hard to climb?

You sigh, knowing Vox Machina is gonna argue for a solid minute before someone says 'Wow. guys. we need to.'

You look around the room. Nobody is arguing, but nobody is saying we need to go. The eyes were on you. You raise an eyebrow to Vex, half expecting an explanation and half expecting an unnecessary retort.

She clears her throat.

"We'll get him back. No Ransom paid."

Cassandra looks at you, face full of gratefulness and appreciation for pushing Vox Machina, to rescue her older brother.

"Right. Chop chop, everyone up, we should have been on our way to Neverfield since 5 minutes ago." Vex ushers to Vox Machina, pushing them to pack their things up, and get ready to tread the mountain.

What would you do without little ol' Vexxy?

probably die.

Not like your life was priority right now. You needed to get Percy and make sure he's safe. You didn't even want to think about it, but every step you took, you felt woozy, and dizzy. You felt like you were gonna hurl, and cry your eyes out just thinking of Percy being dead.

(skipping part of the travel cus im not writing alat, they're at Lyregorn)

You hugged your sides as they world swayed, trying to breath deeply through stuttered breathing. You brushed your hands rapidly against your arms. It was cold. Real cold. What about Percy? Everlight forbid you ever freeze to death before you manage to reach him and say sorry for ANYTHING you can. Anything.

You reach for your staff in your belt pocket. It proved handy for healing, and defending yourself. The staff woven in old and wise hazelnut wood, carved at the tip like a moon, was covered in moss. It didn't leave when you healed, or defended yourself, so you figured it was best to leave the moss alone.

However, regardless of your weapon of choice, you decided your pocket knife and a small gift from Percy would do the trick when invading the group of bandits stealthily, praying that none of Vox Machina are too loud for this plan to work.

The gift from Percy? A pistol. He said it's loud, so you opted it out as best for emergencies. You'd have to find him one way or another.

You fidgeted with the pistol, loading it and unloading it, pretending to shoot it at walls, then finally tucked it away when you realized Vox Machina was stopped at a tall, peeled, wooden fence.

"Well shit, now what?" Pike groaned, obviously tired from the venture to take back the demonic gunslinger.

"Jump the wall, obviously." Vex tutted, walking towards the wall, likely waiting for a boost.

"Guys. We literally have magic. 'scanlan's handdd!'" Scanlan's giant, purple hand appears attempting to get Vex to step on it.

"No you moron, your singing will get us caught faster that a rat to a trap of cheese."

"Not to be mean, but she's right Scanlan. You kinda sound like a dying bird in peril when you're trying to be quiet." You swiftly retorted, backing up Vex's point of being noticed.

"What if we go under?" Keyleth suggested, making a show of her rooted vines.

"Well, unless we have someone who memorizes this bandit camp entirely, I don't think that'd be a good idea." You pat Keyleth's back, letting empathy shine through.

"You know what? fuck it. boost me up. no plan." You pointed to Vex, and she shrugged, getting ready to boost you.

"Vex what the hell? they're gonna get themself AND Percy killed!"

clambering onto her hand and then her shoulders, you hoist yourself over the wall, dropping down and landing on your knees, hoping it'd break the fall. It still hurt. Like. A lot. Good think you're a cleric then.

Healing yourself, you cant help but be nosy on the argument Vex and Pike are having about you over the wall.

"Why wouldn't you wait for a plan Vex??" Pike frustratedly berated Vex about her choices.

"Im not too worried. Their best plan always lands on no plan."

Letting out a laugh, you finish healing your lil' knees so they don't give out when you run.

You pull out your pocket knife, sheathing it, crouched. You enter the building you thankfully landed next to that covered you so no one really saw you jump it.

Okay. Maybe your best plan really is no plan. But thats okay.

Jesus christ you were in a bandit camp, ready to kill anyone you needed to, just to get to Percy? and then what? Die?

creak.

With the creak in the wood, you hid behind a counter. It was only one man. alright then. As long as he doesn't yell, you'd think about letting him live. Not really though. Fuck that guy.

Crouching towards him, you spring on him. Your pocket knife against his neck, and your other hand keeping his head angled up.

"Not a fucking word unless I tell you to speak."

You applied pressure to his neck with the blade slowly sliding, drawing blood.

"Where is Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the.. third..?" You questioned. Three people were named that? weird.

"We don't HAVE a Percival here. We don't even kidnap man."

you paused for a moment, buying his lie, then repositioning.

"Then tell me. Who is the man with the five million gold ransom on his head. You tell me, and I might let you live with no tongue."

"We- we got him in the bakery. t-top. floor. left of the flour."

You quickly slit his neck open, the cut deep, long, and accurate.

"What a fuckin' sell out."

Crouching, you take the scarf off his face, just small enough to cover your mouth. They likely used poison mist, so, if you were gonna at least try to protect yourself, why not think just a little?

You stand up, turning to your right to look at the bar pin board. A map? of the camp? Maybe just a little weird. But were you ready to die stupid for that man? Any day of the week.

You crouch again, slowly moving from house to house. The camp got quieter with each house ran through, but, one of the residents said something the rest of them didn't.

"No- Please! I have a wife! I swear- he's- he's in the attic of the bounty tavern!"

"What? Say that again."

"Attic of the bounty tavern- I swear!"

Two places to look. A game of elimination? You prefer starting with the bakery, as, you are one house away anyway.

"Tell me why all your friends say the bakery and not the tavern."

"Beca-because they're all liars man! thats what we're told to say! not the tavern! He's really in there! Theres even an easier way in that through the front door!"

You grip his hair and tug it backwards, the knife ride riding against his neck as he struggles against it.

"Speak."

"Through the bakeries roof, you can jump from roof to roof in order to get there. I swear to you. Please. let me see my family."

You tugged his hair, and slid the knife against his neck.

"Stay still and this wont be nearly as bad as I was to the rest of your friends."

You open his jaw, grip his tongue, and cut it out. You look at the pale, slimy item. You tuck it into your leather pouch on your waist. Percy's reaction to it would be priceless.

"You're welcome." You pat his back, and move to the bakery. If Percy wasn't there, there would be the benefit of getting to him there. really makes you wonder how the rest of the group are doing. Probably arguing.

//

"D'you think they're dead yet?" Vex concerns, turning to the wall.

"I'd give them about 10 more minutes until they open those gates holding Percy like a fucking princess in their arms before we go in after them." Vax retorts, more than confident you're getting ready to do something loud and stupid.

//

"Percy? Are you there? Hello? are you in a flour bag?" You giggle to yourself about the suggestion, but pause. Creepy.

After cutting the bags opening and confirming no Percy, you go for one lass call. "Percy? You sure you don't wanna come out? It's just me, your favorite cleric ever.."

Oohmp!

You're tackled onto the floor by tongue guy. Maybe you shouldn't have let him go back to his kids.

Struggling against his force, you grab your knife out, and stab him in the skull. He collapses on top of you.

"Oh. Okay gross ew get off of me."

You push the now deceased man off of your body, yanking back out your knife. Gross. You slit his throat nice n' deep just in case he wants to come back for round three, which you most definitely did NOT want. people were strangely strong when they weren't surprised.

Healing yourself with your Hazel staff, you bind bandages onto a different wound, attempting not to use all of your magic in one go.

You really hoped the tongue guy was telling the truth. You cant just come back empty handed to Vox Machina. Especially not Vex after she was scolded by Pike. If I wrong her, she'll never let me be dumb again, which is going surprisingly well. like. super well. not finding Percy well, but, not dying well.

Yeesh. If I were that guy-you jump from the bakery roof to the next roof, traveling to the bounty tavern-You so would have called for backup. Okay maybe he couldn't talk, but he could still scream, you know? I wonder how the kids are.

//

"Keyleth do NOT put that ice lizard ANYWHERE near me or I swear to Everlight you will be bound to the other side permanently."

"He doesn't bite Pike! just one head scratch for him. please. He looks so sad right now because of you neglecting him" Keyleth frowned at Pike, begging for her to pet her lizard friend.

"Keyleth please put the lizard down and let 'Doctor Icethron' get back to work." Vex sighed out.

"5 more minutes till we go in Vex. they'll be more than fine."

//

Making the last jump to the tavern was less than easy. You may or may not have fell and totally ate the floor with all your jaw put into it. You'd have to look into that later. Percy is most definitely gonna need healing. Using your knife, you dug a hole into the Hay roof of the tavern. Thats. Surprisingly inconvenient for a camp of bandits? No fire hazard? Alright. Noted I guess.

Pulling the hay out of the way, you poke an eye through, checking to see if anyone was surrounding Percy. One person. A real twig of a guy. God that concerned you. Was Percy really in such a harsh condition he hadn't even decided to fight against him?

Oh. your poor baby.

You slip through the hay quietly and get the guy in a good position for your knife hold.

"Not a word. You speak if I ask you to, and if you do, you'll lose your tongue."

"Yeah right. You wouldn't do a thing to a fly would you, huh? Baby cleric trying to save their precious love?"

You scoffed, and tugged the tongue out of your pouch, tossing it to the floor in front of you. You'll tell Percy all about it later.

The Guy froze. Stiff as a board.

"Now. What did you do to him?"

"I didn-"

"You collectively. You are in the group of bandits. You are going to be held responsible for everyone's acts. Now, I'll ask again, and you'll answer me honestly this time. What. did. you. do?"

The man shudders under your grasp.

"Starved him. Beat him. threatened him."

"And why did you do such a thing? To him? What did he do?"

"We just wanted money. Thats all. Nothing more than that."

"So.. it was for shits and giggles?"

You tugged the man by his hair, knife applied to his throat.

"Speak."

"Yes."

You slit his throat slowly, deeper, and took a few stabs at him before watching him take his final breath.

You turn and fall to your knees next to Percy. You cut his hands and feet free. You pull him into your lap, stroking his hair, holding him. Picking him him bridal style, You glance down. You cant tell if he lost weight or if he's always just weighed two grapes total. You hoped for the latter. Poking your head from the attic, you notice there was no one. So you set Percy down, and heal him with almost all your remaining magic.

"You'll be feeling fine soon, alright? We're going back to Vox Machina. Our stupid band of ragtags? Pike, Scanlan, Keyleth, Vex and Vax? And Cassandra too. She's real worried about you. Sent us all here for you. Called us for an emergency. She cares for you dearly, and you can tell she feared for you. Let's visit her, yeah?"

Percy coughs, but shows a weak smile before letting it falter. Picking him up again, you jump down from the attic. You march through the front doors of the tavern, throwing a bit of fire with your Hazelnut staff onto the flammable hay roof.

Kicking the door open, you're greeted with Vox Machina ready for battle.

"Oh. Uh. Did I do something?"

"Oh my Everlight they really did carry him like a princess"

(A/N - eat up my percy lovers)

(P.S leopard, thank you for letting me write him RAH)

[tea-time-terrier]

Pigroll loves her Maverick so dearly and Maverick would love to be eating a scone <3

[fictionadventurer]

Every appearance of Kirk in SNW leads to this sequence happening in my brain:

Ten minutes of, "Why did they cast someone who looks and moves like Jim Carrey? I hate this so much!! Who signed off on this??"

Then suddenly, "Oh, he is likeable and smart and caring and has amazing chemistry with the other characters, what a good man to have around."

[froggods]

still thinking about how pike is a way better love interest than angel (and spike) and should have followed buffy to sunnydale.... mentally rewriting buffy season 1

[yashley]

thinking about ashley’s insight on why fearne was so desperate to save imogen, that she couldn’t bear telling laudna they’d lost her, that she didn’t want to lose imogen’s use to the team against dangers, and while i find the way fearne has this tendency to bypass visceral emotions in favor of something’s functionality, (which is like god. of course that’s how fearne makes sense of emotions. though her parents loved* her so, they still used her entire existence transactionally for a favor, and while nana morri loved* her so, kept her as a part of her collection for her ruidusborn fey status; that’s what love is, right? fearne steals as morri steals but always with the intent of functionality; fearne trying to steal a coin or a pendant of a god, to use that power for later, and that’s the formula of love* that fearne understands while never having to be vulnerable to love), and i just really do wonder just how much of that compulsion for “functionality = importance = love” nurture really resonates with the nature of fearne.

fearne’s nurture dictating how she processes emotions is just so fascinating and yet heartbreaking because it’s like, yes she desperately wants to serve a function for the people she loves, she needs to be of value, otherwise she’ll deserve it when they leave her behind. but it’s just something to me that when her best friend asks something of her, lays a task at her feet, she doesn’t immediately take it, she grows quiet and promptly smooths that worry away so she doesn’t have to admit that this opportunity to be of use, this favor being asked of her, fearne can’t even hypothetically accept it… but how is that possible when that’s who* fearne* is*?

fearne never knowing deep, difficult emotions until she met the crown keepers and bells hells makes it easy to point at moments of great emotion for fearne (laudna’s death, imogen’s dream) and see the way she processes them right then right there than when she recontextualizes later against how emotionally vulnerable she was when it was happening. that ashley’s insight for fearne’s desperation to wake imogen was said to just be about wanting to preserve the precious relationship of other people and then potentially utilizing functionality of a team member’s power for later. that was the only driving force fearne was really valuing when she cried out for imogen to wake up.

yes, fearne sees imogen’s power and equates that to usefulness and that’s the sole motivation in keeping her safe. for them. that’s all. but then it’s the trembling way fearne speaks out that they shouldn’t let imogen go. because imogen… serves a function. they could use her one day. that’s what love is, right? that’s the only reason fearne can be so protective of her. an impulsive fey just cares about practicality. and if imogen needs someone to comfort her until fearne can get her back to laudna then of course that’s all it is. she just wants to see them. happy. that’s what she’s there for.

[bardicindignation]

I wonder if, after Dalen's Closet when Vox Machina found out that Vax still exists out there, after a fashion, Pike ever Sent him any messages.

The spell crosses Planes, so I like to think that, maybe not often, but once in a while, Pike and Vax still talk. It doesn't always work (that 4% chance, and all) and sometimes he doesn't respond, but sometimes they'll have a little chat. Sometimes just the one Sending, sometimes more.

Sometimes Pike gives him updates on their friends and family, sometimes it's just to say hi, sometimes it's to make sure that the Raven Queen's still treating him right and she doesn't need to come kick a god's ass. Sometimes it's to make sure that someone crossed over ok.

I don't think she ever tells the others, even Scanlan, maybe especially not Vex or Keyleth. and I don't think it ever comes up between them that she might.

And he's dead, and mostly gone, they both know that.

But sometimes, it's good to be Pickle and Stringbean again. Just for a bit.

[moxtoons]

Sorry, but your new post got me thinking of a new question. But this time about the twin girls.😅

Since they got older, who helped them split their tails? And...did it hurt...?

I'm glad people are interested in Lucy and Chancey! So the girls never really were bothered by being conjoined. They were very close and even when they would fight they learned how to give each other space despite their inability to physically separate. They did wish they were separated at times, but they accepted that it was just part of life and who they were and figured it made them stronger.

They got separated when they were young still. they hit 10 years old and started to wander the surface more on their own or with Damien. One day a group of demon hunters found them and chased them down. during this chase, one of the demon hunters swung down their weapon and severed the girls' tails. (Needless to say that hunter didn't keep his soul for long, Devil was pissed) They healed okay, and had to get used to their separation, but ultimately they enjoyed being able to do what they wanted without having to force their sibling around with them. And since they weren't born with tail spikes, like their brother, they didn't want to walk around with nubbed tails so made golden prosthetic spikes to put on their tails. Due to the bond they shared as children, the girls are still very close in their adulthood and rely on each other for everything.