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Small Miracles - Part Two of My Scanlan Shorthalt fluff fic

Part one: Tentative Love

Small Miracles

Scanlan Shorthalt and Other Vox Machina characters Created by Critical Role

 Story By Melissa C.  Scraper

 Few months before Scanlan had proposed to Lucy they had all journeyed to the abanadoned Collins Family Estate “I said to stay in the basement for a reason.” Lucy said looking away they had found their way into the formal dining room using Pike’s connection to the everlight,  “You asked about the scar on my arm. The secret package behind the south wall has suit of armor in it. When I started running I tripped over it.”

 “This was a massacre.  Like the Briarwoods did to my family.”  Percy sees a portrait of Quentin “I think your father was a business associate of my parents he looks vaguely familiar.”

 “Please don’t look at that portrait. I hated sitting for it. It was family tradition for everyone In the family to sit for portrait on their 15th birthday.”  She looks “wait a minute, i looks like at some point Gabriel damaged it there is letter in the frame.”  She gets it out.

 Scanlan “Where is the music coming from?”

 “My father’s spirit is playing his piano for me.”  It would take all night for them to figure out how to carefully remove the seven bodies of Lucy’s family.  ”the trick will be actually burying them in the graveyard. The caretaker never consistently locked the gates.”  

 A few days later at the Inn “It’s okay everyone this is the Collins family attorney, in name and in title, Desmond Collins this is my..boyfriend, Scanlan Shorthalt.” she didn’t want to call him lover because they were intimate in other ways  everyone else introduced themselves “Make Sure my family gets grave markers and bury Eli in my crypt.” They look at her “as soon as we are presented publicly we are assigned crypt in the collins mausoleum. Desmond has one too.”

 Desmond “I will make sure everything gets done.”  

 “Sell the mansion. My home is Whitestone.” She looked at him “Sell the dead to the family company to the workers. I know part of the reason they hate our family is because it has always profited off their work and barely paid them.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “it never felt like home to me, Monty. I know it never felt like home to you either or  you never would have left town with Leticia. The same time my parents met.”

 Desmond takes out last will and testament “Your grandmother left everything to you.”

 “I know.” she signs all the papers “Time to burn bridges and not look back.  I want you to give 10, 000 gold pieces to Mister Stokes the former groundskeeper I saw that he is living in town now. Tell him whatever you wish. He deserves it after years of dealing with Gabriel.” She looks at Desmond “Monty, set aside money so you and Leticia can adopt I know you always wanted kids but never were able to have your own.”

 Scanlan stands there mindlessly strumming his mandolin he was still trying to finish the song, he had been trying since they officially started courting to write this song.   He sits with Percy “She is so gentle how is it possible that after all she has been through she still wants to help people?”

 “The best I can say, my friend is that Lucy wants to help people not end up the way her family did.”  He looked at him “Stop trying to r write the song. It will come to you when the time is right. I have feeling her family has enemies in this village.  Did you see the people glaring as we arrived.” After Desmond leaves Lucy sits with them.

 Lucy takes the note out she found in her portrait out and opens it.

 Lucy, I don’t know if you will read this I hope you are somewhere happy and safe.  You’ve probably met with Desmond by now. I have feeling I know what you will do with the house.  I feel like I was terrible father to you.  I am sorry for the things I may have forced you to do in your life, I am sorry for betraying your mother.   She tried so hard to change me but I was already of questionable morals when I met her. Your mother had an older sister who lived in town before she.  I couldn’t stay loyal to one woman.  Their brother came to town intent on shooting me after their sister was found dead.

 But I don’t need to burden you with my issues.  I left money for you with a friend of mine in Whitestone. Desmond doesn’t know about it but should you ever end up there ask for help. Live your life, I was never allowed to live the life I wanted. I wanted to be a sailor. Do be the light in someone else’s life that you were in my brief and corrupted life, your father Quentin Charles Collins

She hands the note to Scanlan “Her father has money somewhere in Whitestone. That he buried there for her.” After spending two weeks and finally figuring out that it had been buried near the Sun Tree.

 “I know normally men kneel when they are about to propose but I am already shorter than you. Lucero Angelique Harridge DuPres Collins will you take this humble jack ass as your husband I will do my best to continue taking care of you.” Suddenly trinket lift him up where he is looking her In the eye “What’s your answer.”

 “Yes.” He kisses her as his hand gently caresses her cheek “I love you. I do I do I do.”  He looks at Vex “Can trinket put me down his nose is in awkward places.” They laugh as Trinket lowers him to the ground

A little over a year later “Calm down it is not deadly disease unless you think of baby as a parasite.” Lucy says as she returns from her visit with the De Rolo Family Physician.  Suddenly it dawns on Scanlan what she just said  and he trips over the fireplace hearth as he goes over to her

 “Really?” his face breaks out into a big dopey grin “I never thought I could be more happy that I was when you became mrs. shorthalt.” He stands up  and kisses her “I guess I won’t be able to sit on your lap for few months.   That was one of his favorite things about coming home to her. Sitting on her lap as she’d played with his ponytail “You’re my home, you know that right?” he said

 “You’re mine too.  You saved me in more ways  than you understand.”   She whispers “If the baby is a Girl we should name her Daphne Juniper.” She smiles at him “Let’s go for walk we haven’t been for walk in few days.”  As they walk “I think the baby was conceived that night at harvest festival in Vasselheim.”

 “when you accidentally figured out playing with my ears…turns me on.” He said with a smirk  “I can’t believe you remembered I told you my mother’s name, was Juniper.” They sit on the bench Percy, Vax and Grog carved for them as a wedding present.  “Your father appeared in one of my dreams shortly after we got married. He told me not be the man he was.”

 “He saw his own mistakes too late, his music was the only way he could think of to show me love because he was raised by an emotionally distant father who always waited for him to make mistakes.”  She smiled “You are wearing the shirt I made you.”

 “I like it more than the shirts I paid for before you gave it to me to keep me warm. I never thought I would be a father.  You never explained why you refuse to hold seances.”

 “Because they don’t just create an opening for the ones you want to talk to. They create an opening for dark spirits to enter too. My mother’s journal said Shortly after I was born,  my father roommate from university showed up at the mansion with cursed mask that belonged to warlock and he put it on while under the influence of the warlock he tried to seduce my mother. My father had to stab him. And he fell off the cliff and into the water.”  

 “How are you the only sane one born in that house?”  he said smiling pulling her out of the morbid mood that she tended to switch to when her family was brought up “If we ever have other children I think we should name one of them Elijah. After your brother.”

 “That’s a good idea.  I was just thinking about what you did for my birthday.  Not in the bedroom.”

 “I still can’t believe I convinced Grog and Percy   to be part of that dance number.” He grinned “But I love to see you laugh and smile though.”  She flinches a little “Should I make a brilliant cover story for he bruise I will obviously get from tripping over the fireplace?”

 “Have you forgotten that Percy tripped hitting his head on the dining table when Vex announced she was pregnant. He’s way more dignified than you. I swear he mumbled fuckin’ ow.”

 “You weren’t there when Vesper was born. He forgot to open the door first and walked into it.”

 Meanwhile inside  Percy “I am going to have the craftsman make crib for them.”

 “Percy Darling, you are blacksmith. You could give them silver rattle as a token of good luck. Like Lucy has done for our daughter.”  They all look down at their wrists, they had gotten so accustomed to the hand woven bracelets she gave them for their birthdays that they almost forgot they had them  “She made the dream catcher we have over our bed.”

 Vax looking out the window “There’s going to be another death in village soon.  Our lady of the ravens is roaming around.” He knew Lucy could see it too but lucy had learned not to spoil their calm moments by mentioning the frailty of existence  “She uses the money she has to help others. We should do what we can to make her pregnancy comfortable.”

 Vex “Brother, we all agree with that. Come  here we are going to show you how to sew and we are going to make baby quilt for their baby.”   Lucy had taught her how to do quilts and sometimes she would do it as form of meditation. She laughs as he cusses under his breath every time he pokes himself with needle “Honestly Vax you can handle daggers and swords but 1 tiny needle draws blood.” The intended to work on the quilt when Lucy and Scanlan went for walks. “Why aren’t you making your husband work on this thing too?”

 “Because, Vax, he’s making his own gift for Lucy and Scanlan’s baby.” On fact Percy would go overboard and fashion silver rattle and build and cradle for baby Daphne himself.  Lucy deserved his respect and he knew she would never accept a title.  

 A few months later with Pike as Midwife, Scanlan paced nervously outside the bedroom and when he heard the baby cry. He carefully knocked on the door “Is it safe to come in.”

 Lucy “Come say hello to our daughter.”   She said quietly “Daphne this idiot here is your father.”  

 “Hello there little one.” He smiled at lucy and brushed her hair out of her face “I can watch the baby while you sleep.”  He carefully takes the baby into his arms “Hello Daphne Juniper. Your mom and I promise to do our best to protect you and let you just be yourself.”

 “Don’t forget t you need to eventually let her sleep too, Scanlan.” She kisses him and as soon as the door is closed Lucy falls asleep

 “Hey everyone say hello to the newest member of our group. Daphne Juniper Shorthalt.”  He looked at them “Before you ask. It was my choice to wait outside.” He said to Percy.

 “That’s not what I was going to say.”  He pulls out gift he made for Scanlan. “I figured it would be good for you to have rocking chair in proportion to your body so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself of Daphne.”

 Scanlan “Before I forget again.  Lucy wants Vax and Pike to be Daphne’s godparents.”  

Vax’ildan “Why me. I was dick to her the first time I said anything to her.”

 “Because she wants Daphne to learn about the balance between light and dark.  Life and death. One can’t exist without the other.”  He looked at percy “Thank you. You went overboard . you hmade an ornate hand carved crib, a silver rattle and whatever that is.”

 “it was supposed to be silver spoon but I couldn’t get it right and kept cutting them so I made it into windchimes.” He blushed “What can I say I like it better making gifts than I did making weapons when we were just roaming band of psychos.”

 Pike “But gods we have good stories to tell the kids when they are old enough.”  

 “I never told you about the in the chest with the money Quentin left for Lucy.” Scanlan said “It said we are all stories in the end. Make the rest of your story the best one you can.”

 Percy “The people of the town want to make Lucy the first saint of Whitestone.”

 “She is not a saint she is just person who wants to atone for the sins of her family.”

 Kiki “She found a dead bord in the manor garden and insisted we have funeral for it.  Let’s go for walk Vax.”

 A few weeks later “I know I am expected to stay in bed for two months. But I hate being in bed.”   Lucy looks around “Where are Scanlan and Daphne.”

 “He takes her for walk in her pram, to help her sleep when you are sleeping.” Percy explained as Lucy sat down “Here have something to eat.”

 “As long as someone else cooked it. last time I ate something you made, Percival. I was sick for three days.”

 “What can I say?” he smiled “I am a good blacksmith but apparently cooking requires a delicate touch.”  He placed a bowl of stew in front of her “Believe it or not.  Scanlan made this. He’s asked Vex and Pike to show him to make food for you and when she starts eating solid food, Daphne.  You’ve made him a better man.  He was a decent man.”

 “I saw the man he hid from all of you. He was afraid you’d reject him if you knew his truth.”  She sighed “That’s how I felt.”

 When Scanlan gets home with baby daphne. He takes her out of the baby carriage and walks over to lucy and kisses her “Hey princess.”

 “Hey there handsome. What is the baby wearing.”

 “A gift from Gilmore and Deidre.”  It suddenly dawns on the other that h the baby is wearing beret that matches Scanlan’s “I think it is adorable.”

 “She’s only three weeks old she doesn’t need to draw attention, people are drawn to babies anyway. It is not the beret I object to.  Babies have sensitive skin and Gilmore gave her a silk romper.” She sighs everyone,  in their lives, wanted to spoil the baby

 A few months later “Pike, can you watch Daphne tonight.  My wife and I need time to ourselves for a little while we are going to the Inn.” When Lucy comes out of the bedroom after putting on the clothes that Gilmore just made for her, his jaw dropped “Be Still my heart.”

 Gilmore   “I told you I could make an outfit that makes him speechless without showing cleavage.”

 “Thank Diedre for the hat too.”  She said as she went ot pay him

 “No.  it is gift. I can get paid by other customers you are a friend.” He kisses lucy on the cheek “be careful not to accidentally create another life tonight.”

 “You just want a boy to see if I will make you a godfather, Gilmore.”

“If I did have a godson his presentation outfit would be fabulous.”  He said as he left

 Lucy giggled and went over to him as he stood on the stepstool to kiss her “Hey there handsome.”   she said, it would be obvious to people who didn’t even know them well that he made an effort to always show he loved her.   “I love you. I didnlt forget you birthday I just hadn’t finished you present yet.”  She goes overo the window seat and opens the cabinet taking out a wooden box containing and hand carved bamboo flute

 He opens it and stares at it for few minutes “Lucy. Is this why you have been borrowing books from the library.”

 “I gave those to her as a gift, Scanlan.” Vax elbows Percy “Ow. You didn’t need to elbow me that hard Vax’ildan.” Scanlan starts playing the lullabye he’s been writing for Daphne, it was obvious to everyone around them that his inspiration was now his wife and daughter and not just self praising  prose.  

 To be continued…

 Wednesday, February 1st, 2023

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Have a doodle of my Spider DnD OC, Peri "Citrus Burst", and Scanlan

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Vox Machina (c) Critical Role

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"A Kiss?" Vax X OC Imagines!

Well, buckle up, this'll be a long one, since Ryah has three forms and three different ways of going about this!

Kado

The night started off normal for Vox Machina, the group had just been paid for a pretty important mission, and were celebrating in a local tavern. This was especially good because the tavern had given them free drinks for the night, as a thanks for freeing the town of the evil beast that wreaked havoc on their lands.

This would obviously lead to a few cheers and a lot of drinking. Kado can hold his liquor well, but not as well as his counterpart Lhynn, so even he's starting to get good and drunk as the night progresses.

As he, Vox Machina and his partner Vax slip into the stupidity of intoxication, they get a little more affectionate with one another, flirting openly and making crude comments meant to tease one another.

Vax then gets up, asking if anyone wants another drink, then turns to Kado and asks if he wants one, and Kado agrees, but only if he can buy the round. Vax would laugh, since the drinks are on the house, and asks what he'd want in return. Kado thought for a moment, then shrugged and got up, stating he'd figure something out, but to let him get the drinks anyway. Amused, Vax does just that and the night continues as normal.

As the night winds down, they all decide to turn in for the night and head up to the rooms they'd booked upstairs. Thanks to the money they'd saved from their free drinks, each of them had their own bed for the night and were really excited to hit the hay without worrying about kicking the other occupants in the process.

Vax and Kado were the last two to head to their rooms, but Kado caught Vax's hand and asked where he was going. "To bed?" He said, looking a little puzzled as he raised a brow.

"So you don't want to give me my payment then?"

Vax was utterly baffled, but after a moment, the drunken haze cleared and he hummed, smirking up at his much taller boyfriend. "Oh? So even though we got the drinks for free, you still want something from me?"

"Well, I did have to go and get them, it's hard carrying eight cups of ale to a table y'know~."

"You have a point... Alright, what do you want?"

Kado flashed the smaller man a cheeky grin and pulled him close, holding him by the waist with one arm, while his other hand tilted Vax's chin up. "How 'bout a kiss?"

The thief thought for a moment, but his eyes revealed that he'd already made up his mind, as they darted to the Changeling's lips. "I think that's a fair price. It's the least I can do for all the work you put into getting them for us."

"I'm glad you see my point~!"

And just like that, the larger man leaned down and locked lips with the cheeky rogue that captured his heart. Of course, being they're part of Vox Machina, the kiss didn't stop there, and the two clumsily fumbled their way to their shared room, almost knocking over a vase in the process.

It was a loud night for the group, and the others were not happy when they woke up in the morning.

Vax and Kado would never hear the end of it.

Lhynn

Unlike the male counterpart of Ryah's many forms, Lhynn is more seductive and agile in her approach to many things. She's the 'princess' of the group, but definitely holds her liquor better than Kado does. However, this time there is no liquor, but a campfire set in the aftermath of a mission that almost ended Lhynn's life.

The group were sat around the crackling flames, conversing among themselves, while Vax sat against the bark of a tree with a very tired Lhynn resting against his shoulder, covered in bandages and barely healed wounds. Pike had saved her life, thankfully, but had exhausted herself too much to fix the outward damage to her person.

Vax didn't care though, as he looked at her and frowned, watching her sleep, though it wasn't restful. She was twitching, obviously in pain, and he wrapped an arm around her, giving her a gentle squeeze where he knew it didn't hurt to let her know he was there for her. "You scared me, Princess..." Vax said softly, looking down at the fire as Lhynn opened her eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Come now, you know something like this wouldn't be enough to kill me." The cocky woman chimed in, only to flinch when she went to sit up.

"Really? You could've fooled me, you looked pretty fucked up back there."

"Do we really have to discuss this now, I'm alive, aren't I?"

"Barely."

Lhynn huffed and straightened up, surprising her boyfriend as she forcefully got to her feet and started walking away. "I'm not doing this again, Vax."

"Lhynn, wait...!" Vax called after her, watching as she hobbled her way past the treeline. The others watched in surprise and confusion as the thief stood there for a moment, before he turned and rubbed the back of his neck. "She's a little sore... I'll make sure she doesn't open her wounds again."

Vex arched a brow as her brother walked into the trees too, following his hard-headed girlfriend. "Looks like they had a bit of a lover's quarrel." She stated, smirking. "Though I doubt it's over."

"Will they be okay?" Keyleth asked, looking worried.

"Oh they'll be fine." Percy chimed in, smiling at Keyleth as he sat there holding Vex's hand. "Those two have dealt with far worse, this is probably just Lhynn's hubris getting in the way of her actual feelings."

His words rung true, despite Lhynn only being one part of Ryah's complete personality, they took control once that form was chosen, a role once played by Ryah herself to keep others at a distance, but was now etched into her psyche so much that she instinctively changed with her forms.

Despite all that, Ryah was still in there, and that fact alone told all of them that things would be fine once she'd healed and the two spoke their feelings about the matter.

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"Lhynn, are you there?" Vax called out, looking left and right as he ducked and weaved through the foliage until he came across a beautiful stream. In the distance, he saw Lhynn sitting on the ground, holding her side. "Oh shit...!" He hissed out, rushing to her side before he dropped down to inspect her wounds. "Gods, are you alright? What hurts?"

"Nothing Vax, I'm fine..." Lhynn said, though she didn't meet his gaze. Her eyes were glassy, like she had been crying.

"Bullshit, I know when you're hurt." Vax took her chin and lifted it, forcing her to meet his gaze. "What's going on, this isn't because of what I said, is it?"

"No..." Lhynn admitted, taking his hand and holding it. "I'm fine, I promise, I just ache, that's all." She let go of her side and allowed him to lift her shirt to check for any wounds, thankfully they were all still healing, none of them had reopened.

"Thank the Gods, I can't bear the thought of losing you..." He pulled her into a tight hug, before he sat down at her side and took her hand. "Tell me what's wrong, I promise I'll listen."

Lhynn's eyes filled with tears, and she looked away as they fell, causing Vax's heart to shatter at the sight. "I know I did something stupid during that fight okay, and I know you're angry at me... But you were going to die, Vax!" She gripped his hand tightly. "And I couldn't let that happen, so I just moved, I didn't even think about it, I just pushed you out of the way and took the attack myself..."

"Oh, Princess..."

"I know you want me to promise to be more careful, you always do... But I can't do that, because I can't stop myself from loving you, from protecting you... And I just needed to take some time to process how I'd say this to you without breaking down like this."

Lhynn sighed and closed her eyes. Vax gently took her cheek and moved it to look at him, and she opened her tearful eyes again to see his hazel ones filled with the purest love. "I know." He said simply, and she choked back a sob before she tackled him in a hug, letting him hold her tight as he buried his face in her hair. "I won't ask you not to do something stupid, because it won't work, we're all a bit stupid, really. But I do ask that you tell me when you're feeling like this, instead of running off." He pulled away and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "We're a team right? If you can't talk to me about this, then what can you talk to me about?"

Lhynn sniffled, then took his hand and leaned into his palm, pressing a gentle kiss to the calloused skin. "Alright, I promise..."

"Good, now how about a kiss?"

This made the Changeling laugh weakly as she nodded and leaned in, pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

They'd be okay, they always would be.

Ryah

The keep was peaceful during the morning, especially on a Sunday, when the rest of Vox Machina would sleep in after going out on the piss the night before. Ryah was a little different though, unlike her friends, she didn't need as much sleep, given her Warlock/Changeling abilities.

This was a fact Vax knew all too well, so when he rolled over to wrap his arms around her, he instantly knew where she'd gone. Obviously, he couldn't sleep without his Cupcake, so he got up and walked down the halls of Greyskull Keep, scratching his stomach as he let out the heaviest yawn, barely conscious as he trudged towards the kitchen.

Inside the large room, the sound of cheerful humming was heard as Ryah sauntered around the small alcove that held her stove and other important cooking utensils, while the smell of delicious baked goods permeated through the room. "There's my Cupcake." Vax piped up, causing her to yelp as she jumped and spun around, looking at him with dark blue cheeks and a wide-eyed expression.

"O-oh, Vax!" She stammered, smiling sheepishly, as she turned back to her stove. "You startled me, why are you up so early?"

"I'd ask you the same thing, but I think I know the answer." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked down at the cake she had just pulled out of the oven. "Couldn't get back to sleep?"

"I never can." She said, whisking cream in a bowl that she would use as a topping for the delicious treat. "Trust me, I wanted to." She looked at him with a sweet smile. "I love sleeping in your arms, but I just got a little fidgety and thought I'd get that energy out here~!"

"You should've woke me up, I love watching you bake."

"You liar, you just want to be the first to lick the spoon!"

Vax gasped dramatically, pouting against her shoulder as she giggled at his silly antics. "I'm offended by the assumption!" He whined, though his lips quirked up at her joyous laugh. "Though if you offered, I wouldn't refuse."

"When I'm done putting the icing on, you can have the spoon~!"

"Thank you, Cupcake~!" He pressed a kiss to her cheek and gave her a big squeeze.

The two stood there, one embracing the other while they worked, as the conversation began to flow between them. Vax truly enjoyed his Sundays for many reasons, but her morning spirit and love for baking them a tasty breakfast was definitely one of the main ones.

And just like she promised, he had the spoon all to himself.

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Scanlan and zima might have another baby

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Some Silence, and a Little More In-Between Pt. 2

Summary - A mage can whisper a multitude of incantations within the span of a fight when desired, and a bard knows what to sing and the tone to use in order to create such melodies to entertain their audience. Even Druids know what to say to the flora and fauna that surrounds all. So, what does Dahlia need just for a moment of time with her partner just for a single word? Word Count - 715

Trigger Warning - Cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking Word Count - OC x Canon Involved! (Dahlia x Percival De Rolo)

A/N - if you're not all for the constant inconvenient interruptions and the struggles of just getting to say a simple "I love you" to someone, I best recommend looking at something else. Ao3 is right here!

The first time’s the attempt, the second time’s to test the waters, and now the third is supposed to be the charm right? 

What’s next after the third though? The fourth, the fifth… Or does it all become a constant mistake repeated and repeated all over again like an endless loop?

With practice, one gets better, right?

Yet with all the timing Dahlia could manage, it seems that she could never settle a good footing on it despite being well aware of when the circumstances called for accuracy. 

In battle, it was different, when firing a spell, when sneaking past enemies, and knowing when it was right to cut in to save an ally or two without them falling into harm’s way by her own hands or another’s. It was surprisingly easy with enough luck and experience. Even outside of battle, it was used for simple things, knowing when to stop in order to fill a drink to its brim, predicting when an object will fall to be there to catch it, or something even simpler than the tasks she indulges every while in order to run a magically and constantly moving tavern.

Yet Dahlia could never beg for a second on the clock as it would be stolen by the greatest thief in the world, inconvenience. Something you’d never expect to see even in the dead of the night or the brightest of days, something that robs you blind of an object of importance–happiness even and leaves you feeling nothing but dread, annoyance, and maybe something more.

The tavern-keeper could’ve sworn she was cursed by some divine figure, maybe the gods felt like picking on some lowly mortal for once in a lifetime. Something to entertain their sadistic humor upon and dub as their newly found court jester just for the moment. 

And even if that was the case, they could fuck right off.

Dahlia exhaled through her nose as if she was an agitated dragon, distributing smoke from its nostrils, and she could’ve had the looks of one too with the easily visible set of knitted brows and an indirect glare she was displaying over toward nobody in particular. Yet anyone who met her gaze would’ve instantly become petrified, shuffling away from her view as if it would save them from the feeling of her unintentional glare frying the hide of their backs.

She sat behind the counter, quietly serving drinks to morning customers who kept the running excuse of “it’s always a good time to drink somewhere in the world!” And as much as she humored that lame lie, she had no smile to give today other than some halfhearted attempt of one; a thin line across her lips that looked almost as if she was holding back a retort against their jokes. It was gradually setting to noon and Dahlia could only stare from the countertop, softening her gaze at a particular man in clad cobalt clothes topped with perfectly fluffy snow hair. He was talking to someone, a tiefling patron who was offering them a new quest of sorts for the reward of gold. It slightly spun the strings of her heart, round, and round, with every passing second, knowing that soon, Percival would depart again along with the rest of Vox Machina in order to pursue a life of thrills, adventure, money, and most importantly ale but– that wasn’t what was completely strangling her heart. 

Dahlia tore her eyes away, dropping the longing look in her eyes to grab herself an empty glass and settled it on the polished wood, popping a cork off of a bottle dubbed, “The Morning Punch” and gradually poured it halfway up as a golden amber liquid splashed and swirled in an enticing manner, tempting her to drink it all up in high hopes of washing away her problems when suddenly.

A fingerless gloved hand snatched the cup before she could even lower the bottle of alcohol, sweeping the mage’s attention off the course of her thoughts as she watched Vex’ahlia diligently hold the cup by its rim with a caged hand, “isn’t it a little too early to be drinking, love?”

The woman blinked, holding the bottle close to her as if she was contemplating on whether to hide it or not despite it being obviously put to vain if she had done the previous, “Vex’ahlia! I– thought you’d be helping the others in– packing up your things, resupplying, and leaving,” they drew out, gradually naming each activity with a pause in-between in order to recall the mention but it sounded more like she’d been attempting to wind up a lie.

Vex’ahlia rose a brow at her, swirling the contents around after taking a sip, “if you want to kick us out for the ruckus we’ve caused, just say the word,” she lifted a hand as if ready to signal the others.

With a hasty response, the tavern-keeper spoke while inserting the cork back onto the lip of the bottle she’d been hoping to drink– but perhaps it was for the better. It was unprofessional and by just a twinge of gratitude, she was happy that Vex’ahlia got to at least drink first before she did. The half-elf didn’t seem to care about her reputation around the bar, it was almost admirable but felt more driven off by the fact that she got to flaunt the fact that she was close with Dahlia, which protected her from even damaging her reputation any further below. Yet, Dahlia didn’t mind too much though it was awkward to explain and go through the long tale of explaining how she’d met all of them in the first place,  “no, no, no! Of course not. I would never!” You all are a joy to have around!” Dahlia said, slipping the drink back under the table with a soft smile, clearly plastering a disguise too late as Vex’ahlia eyed her for a moment, setting her cup down after another swig, “alright, I’ll cut to the bullshit.”

She leaned on her elbow against the counter, eyes half-lidded, “What’s with you and–” she paused, bringing a fist up to cover a suppressed burp from the alcohol before continuing, definitely throwing off the seriousness in her tone previously, “-- and giving everyone here the most aggressive and most pissed off look I’ve ever seen in all of Tal’dorei? You look like you’re trying to melt someone with your mind,” she says, gesturing with a finger to her brain before pausing and lightly tapping the cup to the table with consideration, “Wait, can you do that?”

“Last, I checked. No, I don’t think I can,” Dahlia embraced the question, responding as quickly as she could, before returning to the topic rather than hastily avoiding it, “But, if you’re so curious as to know…”

“Is it Percy?” She interjected, causing a lump of air to lodge between Dahlia’s upcoming words and throat, deciding to swallow it down as her mouth pried open to speak and explain yet, nothing but silence drew forth.

She made a sort of movement with her hand, moving it side to side in a swift motion, “Do you need me to slap some sense into him, verbally or physically?”

Dahlia raised her hands, clearing away the idea from Vex’ahlia who still considered the idea in the back of her eyes, “No! No! Nothing like that, I assure you! It’s just–”

She paused, swallowing the silence that continued to aerate from her mouth before explaining, “It’s been two months since I last saw everyone and I’ve managed to catch up with you all plenty over the last seven days you’ve stayed, even with De Rolo— but,”

The mage gently turned her head to spot the man in question, discussing with Vax’ildan over something that she couldn’t hear, “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to say but I suppose I’m just having the worst luck trying to find a proper time and place to say it, to him,”

Vex’ahlia hummed in acknowledgment, tracing the rim of her now empty glass to continue inquiring, “Well, what do you want to say?”

“I love you— … That’s all I ask,” Dahlia confessed, looking away in embarrassment at where her voice went with the words, though the “I love you” felt more held back than anything, rushed in the first few letters and sagging in tone once she realized that it just didn’t sound right in the moment, now leaving an awkward phrase to hang in the air. Looking to Vex’ahlia for some sort of reaction, they could tell from the look on her face that yeah… It sounded quite weird and off-putting but, she tried to play it off in a cool manner. Unfortunately, that did little to reassure Dahlia but it felt better to know she was at least trying.

The mage sighed, pacing, “I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time I’m saying it it’s just– every time I try, something gets in the way and it’s getting hard not to blame something, or someone when I start to feel like, maybe it’s not the world that’s against me but just, some stroke of misfortune that ends up becoming a grip over me,”

She paused, gesturing outwardly, “I mean, I’ve tried, I really have! I’ve tried to tell him during the night you all came to visit and asked to stay but some patrons needed my attention, badly, and then I tried again on the third day to tell him but he was too wound up in his work and I didn’t want to bother, and on the third and fourth– I tried to even say ‘love you’ but I couldn’t even get that out with some sort of intervention from Scanlan or Grog and I don’t want to blame them since they didn’t know and just–” A set of hands firmly placed themselves upon Dahlia’s shoulders, it took them a few minutes to process that the archer had herself halfway draped across the table in order to calm them, barely coming to question with when they had even done so.

“Dahlia, sweetheart!” She exclaimed, “breath, just breath,”

And like that, a soft exhale escaped and her shoulders drooped, allowing an exerted look to break out after her worried expression melted away, “Sorry, it’s just been… A difficult week, in trying to do something that’s so… should be easy,”

“Darling, nothing is easy. Sure, you’ve had a streak of bad luck for the last couple of days, and if anything. You’re not the unluckiest person in all of Tal’dorei, the only person I know who can hold that title is probably Scanlan!” She tried to humor and inevitably? It worked. Dahlia’s shoulder bounced as she attempted to suffocate a chuckle, failing as a smile still leaked behind her covered hand. The tension in her body quickly left as it came, making Dahlia relieved to have met not only Percival but the rest of Vox Machina, Vex’ahlia in particular, the one that first got her comfortable around the party. 

There were a couple of things she almost admired Vex’ahlia for when they had first met, her natural beauty, her leadership skills, her humor, and her ability to make good out of any situation, at least from what she’s shown to Dahlia, and perhaps. There’s some pride she partakes in knowing that they became friends in the end.

Dahlia’s admiration was spliced in half as Vex’ahlia spoke again, picking up from where the joke finally eased her woes, “but listen, just take it easy and slow, we’ve still got about two more days left to figure out what we’re doing, where we’re headed and everything else and– maybe it could last a little longer considering how we handle things but, I’m sure you’ll get the chance to say those pretty little words to Percy’s face. It’s almost cute and admirable how much you’re doing just to say ‘I love you’ to him and I’m sure he’ll feel just the same! I just know that the weight of it all will be incredibly worth it! So.” Vex’ahlia slipped one hand off of Dahlia’s shoulders, using the other to pat it, “don’t lose hope just yet, Dahlia,”

The mage blinked, briefly closing her eyes to acknowledge the advice as a smile etched across her lips, “thank you, Vex. How could I–” 

Her words were cut short when the sounds of a glass bottle sloshing to her side met her ears, turning to meet the noise as a gloved hand was wrapped ever so diligently around the neck of The Morning Punch, “I believe this– will be enough as payment,” the half-elf cheekily added, sliding off of the counter to take their reward in tow, admiring it as if it was a special souvenir that was bought. 

Dahlia sighed but made no objections, pausing once again as the archer spoke with only a side glance back and a gentle smile, “but seriously, good luck to you, both,” she added, before walking towards the rest of the group, half the party was beginning to return from their shenanigans and errands. She lifted the bottle of alcohol high and swayed it side to side, shouting back, “I’ll be drinking in high hopes for you both!”

“How kind of you!” The tavern-keeper exclaimed, knowing fully well that it was just a way of saying how she would enjoy the drink to its last drop under a worded veil of respect, watching as Pike trotted up to Vex’ahlia who showed off the new rewarded beverage. Her eyes glinted with a glow of happiness, sweeping them over to someone else who could finally meet her gaze after so long. The nobleman adjusted his glasses and met her magenta sights with his green ones, providing a gentle smile and wave that ended up leaving Dahlia to mirror it in return. 

Within the back of her mind, she thought,

Just two more days. That should be enough, right?

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 11

Writing Drabbles

Intimacy

avert your eyes

SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - thicc thighs // (my darling) yandere // grog + sorcerer!reader // Percy + harpy kiss // yandere Vax and Percy // bard oc + scanlan // kidnapped?! // wild witch 🧙// domestic + affectionate //

Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated // flirting as a bard 🎵//

Bell’s Hells - constellation Druid //

Other -

Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

Castlevania/Nocturne 🌙 - once upon a December // Fae healer lover // fall asleep on their shoulder // Trio + modern au // lover’s voice kink // divine paladin, cleric // roasts and insults // richter + elf!reader // sugar 🍬 rush //

Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden // supportive Altair //

Codexmonthly prompts

July “magic”

August “rooftop”

September “leap”

Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Critical Role 🎲

Multiparty - match freak //

Vox Machina - lover & giver // ride of your life //

Mighty Nein - your reward + round 2 //

Bell’s Hells - braius fic //

Castlevania - you taste good (ft C.R.) //

[leopardfang15]

Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.

“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.

Floriography

AN: Here’s a link to the website I used for this info. This ended up being OC x Percy. It’s just what I’m most comfortable writing. Writing with the character being simply ‘reader’ feels too bare for me. I love reading reader inserts but I’m just not good at writing them. Anyways, enjoy.

The first one was a confusing incident. She’d been up before dawn, like always. It was a remnant from her time at the Monastery; a strict schedule to keep that never changed and even after she left her internal clock still woke her up before the sun rose to greet Tal’dorei. She enjoyed doing her morning stretches as she watched the sun rise.

It was also nice to have some peace and quiet in the keep. While Ansuya adored them all it was quite irritating to constantly be subjected to Scanlan and Val arguing, Grog shouting and Vex snapping at them to be quiet. But with the sky still dark she was able to wrap her hands and change into her loose, dark red pants which cinched at the ankles. Her black, high necked crop top revealed hard, toned muscles beneath her ebony skin.

Ansuya was just finishing her braid when she noticed something on her windowsill. Opening her window she saw it was a singular red flower. It was large and very bright, six petals on it. As she traced the red plant gently, she wracked her brain for what it was; an Amaryllis. She looked around and didn’t see a note or anything to indicate who left it or why. Her dark brows furrowed before she shrugged. For all she knew the wind or a bird carried it up to her. Best get it a vase and some water. She had to do her morning prayer before she went to the court yard for her morning ritual.

The second flower appeared outside her bedroom door. She’d almost accidentally stepped on it, in fact. Ansuya had finished an afternoon of meditation in her room when she found it. She noticed footsteps outside her door but perhaps she’d gotten so used to tuning out the noise of the keep when meditating it had allowed whoever had left it to do so undetected. Turning the plant over in her calloused hands she could not find a note or any clue as to who could have left it.

She couldn’t tell what flower it was, only that it was purple and bell shaped. She stepped back into her room and placed it in the vase with the first flower. In no way did they go together but she felt it was a waste for a singular flower to get a whole other vase when it could easily fit with her first flower. She decided to leave her questions for another time. She wanted to get some training done.

Within a month she had two dozen flowers. Ansuya could recognize a few, like lilies or primroses but she didn’t have enough botanical knowledge to know every flower. Not to mention they were so random. A series of roses could make some form of sense but she’d gotten so much variety she couldn’t discern any pattern or thought process. Her feelings towards these mysterious gifts had gone from confusion to flattery but after receiving a flower almost every day with no clue as to who was leaving them or why she was beginning to get frustrated. The mystery had lost its appeal and now she wanted answers.

She was sitting in her room, glaring at her vases of flowers when she heard a knock at her door. Not many in this keep actually knocked so it narrowed down the list of possible visitors. “Come in.”

Keyleth’s freckled face appeared in the door. “Hey Ansuya, I was-“ she paused and looked at all the flowers. “Wow, still getting these?”

Ansuya nodded. “I still haven’t figured out who’s sending them either.” At first she decided to stay up and see if she could catch her little ‘admirer’ but it seemed like they knew what she was thinking because now they came exclusively through courier. Which also meant that now everyone knew she was receiving these botanical gifts.

“Do you not like them?” Keyleth asked. That was when Ansuya realized she was so deep in thought she’d ended up glaring at the flowers without even realizing it.

“They’re nice, they just don’t make any sense.” Ansuya said, standing up from her seat on her bed and putting her hands on her hips. “They’re all so random, even if they are just guesses for my favorite flower.” She didn’t even have one but that was beside the point. She watched Keyleth wave a hand over the flowers, giving some of the first ones a magic boost that made them brighten and perk back up.

Ansuya crossed her arms. “My admirer hasn’t left any notes or any hints as to who they are.”

“Maybe they’re shy?” Keyleth suggested, fiddling with her hair.

“So shy they just plan on sending me flowers forever without doing anything else?” The dark skinned woman asked, racking her brain for an answer. “Is there supposed to be some kind of secret meaning?”

“You know…” Keyleth gently caressed the yellow tulip in one of the vases. “I heard that there’s something called the ‘Language of Flowers’. Nobles send bouquets and they have different meanings.”

“You think my gift giver is a noble?” Ansuya asked, raising a brow.

Immediately the Druid blushed and started waving her hands. “N-no! He could j-just know about it. Maybe he has a… garden?” There were a few moments of awkward silence before the Druid spoke again. “I uh… think we have a book on it.”

Putting aside any disbelief she felt towards the idea of a noble taking an interest in her, Ansuya focused on this ‘Language of Flowers.’ “Would you be able to get it for me, Keyleth, and maybe help me figure out the meaning? I don’t know enough about flowers to identify them on description alone.”

The Ashari perked up and smiled. “Sure, happy to help.” When she went to exit the room she nearly collided with someone else. “Oops! Sorry, Percy.”

Ansuya lit up. Maybe she’d get an answer sooner than she originally expected. She darted to her door and poked her head out the door to see the familiar gunslinger. “Percy, can you come here, please?”

The bespectacled man blinked, surprised by her animated behavior. “Of course.” He said, nodding to Keyleth who was grinning wildly for some odd reason.

Ansuya closed the door behind him once he entered.

“You’ve kept them all?” Percy asked, looking at the vases of flowers.

“Seems a shame to throw them out.” Ansuya said, walking to stand beside him as she took in the sight of her hastily thrown together bouquets. “Someone’s very determined to get my attention.” She shook her head. “Anyways, Keyleth said something about how nobles send secret messages through flowers. Do you know it?”

Percy nodded, avoiding eye contact. Were she not so focused on possibly unraveling this mystery she would’ve thought about how adorable he looked with a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Would you help then?” Ansuya asked, adding a small smile to her question. “There haven't been any notes or signatures and these are too random to be guesses at my favorite flower.”

“Do you have a favorite?” Percy asked.

Ansuya thought for a moment. “No… where I come from there weren’t a whole lot of flowers around and I was usually too focused on training to consider what my favorite flower might be.” She then turned to Percy. “But that doesn’t matter. I can’t think of any rhyme or reason for someone to send me random flowers unless there’s some kind of hidden message. Could you help me, please?” She asked, looking up at him.

His gaze softened at her pleading expression. “You only ever need to ask for my assistance.” He said, before smirking. “Besides, you’re one of the few people in this keep who actually says ‘please.’”

“And ‘thank you.’” Ansuya said, sharing a brief laugh with Percy.

“Where would you like to start?” The white haired man asked, turning his gaze to the flowers.

“This was the first one.” Ansuya said, plucking a large red flower from the vase.

“An amaryllis.” Percy said, taking in the image of her holding the flower. “It means ‘splendid beauty.’”

Ansuya turned to Percy, surprised. “Are you serious?” She asked, her dark green eyes wide.

Percy frowned. “Why would I lie to you?”

“Sorry, I just…” Ansuya was thankful her dark complexion hid her slightly flushed cheeks. She wasn’t sure whether she preferred the idea that she was simply flustered by the compliment or that Percy himself had said it, even if he was just relaying the message. “I’ve just never been given something like this. It was… different when I thought these were just flowers.” In an effort to avoid any uncomfortable silence she plucked the next flower. “What about this?”

“That’s a pansy, it means ‘you occupy my thoughts.’”

Before long, Percy’s voice filled her room.

“Lungwort: thou art my life. Yellow Jasmine: modesty, grace and elegance. Calla Lilly: Magnificent Beauty. Chickweed: I cling to thee. Diosma: your simple elegance charms me. Peach Blossom: I am your captive. Yellow Tulip: there is sunshine in your smile.”

She’d stopped thinking about who had sent the flowers and was only focused on Percy’s voice, imagining that he was actually saying these things to her. She wasn’t even hearing what the flowers were anymore, just listening to the beautiful words he spoke to her.

“I dreamed of thee. You'll always be beautiful to me. You’re everything to me. Your presence soothes me. I can’t live without you.” And so many times, “Unending love. Eternal love. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Oh she wished he was actually saying that to her, but he was simply relaying a message. She took a breath to slow her pounding heart and began placing the flowers back in their vases. “Thank you, Percy.”

There was a moment of silence. “What do you think of them?”

“They’re beautiful.” Ansuya said honestly. “Both in appearance and meaning. I’ve… never been given anything like this or had so much thought put in. But…” she sighed, “I don’t really know how to feel about this if I don’t know who’s sending them. If it’s some stranger I’d say I’m flattered but put off that someone I don’t know claims to be in love with me. If it’s someone I do know… well, I guess it depends. Some people outside our little group are decent enough, I could give them a chance.”

“What if it’s a Vox Machina member?” Percy asked, crossing his arms. Ansuya paused, getting an idea of where this was headed but not wanting to jump to conclusions.

“It would depend but not too many members would do this. Vex and Pike would straight up just ask me. Same with Grog, and I don’t think giving me flowers would ever cross his mind.” Ansuya said, chuckling fondly. Grog was a sweetheart but he was probably the least subtle person she’d ever met.

“What about Keyleth?” Percy asked, tilting his head.

“This does seem a lot like her but she hasn’t given me any hint that she’s interested in me. Besides, she’s already got her eye on one of our favorite half elves.” She smirked, an expression that Percy mirrored.

“Speaking of, Vax?”

“If he were to give me flowers it’d probably just be one and he’d leave a note.”

“Scanlan?”

Ansuya laughed. “He might also give me flowers but that would be accompanied by an obnoxious serenade that would barely drown out my laughing.” She shook her head with a grin. “He’s not serious enough for this and I’m not interested in any of them.”

“And what if they’re from me?” He asked, causing her to freeze. Ansuya looked at him. He seemed a bit shy but he wasn’t averting his gaze.

“Are these from you?” Ansuya asked, not one to beat around the bush.

“What would you say if they were?” He asked, folding his arms behind his back to hide his fidgeting hands.

It took a lot of self restraint for Ansuya to keep from telling him to just admit it. She took a breath to try and find the words she wanted to say. She remembered nights huddled around the fire on jobs, whispering to each other. Or enjoying each other’s more reserved company in the tavern before a brawl inevitably broke out. He’d said what he wanted to say (eventually) so she couldn’t be a hypocrite and keep her mouth shut.

“I’d say this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. I’d say your an amazing friend and that I trust you with my life. I love spending time with you and I would love to see where this takes us.” She went and grabbed the pansy before handing it to him. She couldn’t give him one of the many flowers declaring love quite yet but she could easily see herself giving one to him, someday.

There was an excited squeal from outside her door. Percy sighed. “Keyleth, the only reason I’m not yelling at you is because of your help. Thank you, but you may leave.”

“Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Keyleth’s rapidly retreating voice called. Ansuya just laughed.

[brennamonette-blog]

Blood Bond Dhampir OC x Percy De Rolo (P.T 4)

Making our way to Dressig, I look over the huge building, seeing the many Chariots and the many high class people going in. "Are you8 sure that we'll be dressed for the occasion? We hardly look the part. The only ones that look semi high class are Percy and..." I look at the group and sigh, "I." The rest of the group look at Keyleth and she looks between us, stuttering, "W-What? Why are you guys looking at me?" Vax chuckles and points to her attire, "You made these yourself right? Isn't it the same? Just some materials?" Keyleth sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, deadpanning. "I can try, but I can't promise anything yet." We all smile and Vax goes over to her to help with designs.

I go over to a stump and sit on it, visibly worried and fiddling with my fingers. "Are you okay, Charlotte? You look tense, almost as bad as me most of the time." Percy walks over and puts a hand on my left shoulder. "I'm just worried that I'll mess things up, I've never been at a table with high society before. I don't want to say the wrong things, do you understand what I mean?" He sits next to me and smiles, his eyebrow furrowing. "If Grog and Scanlan can pull it off, you'll do amazing, trust me. " I smile and put my hand on his on my shoulder, "Thank you Percy, it means a lot coming from a person from high society like yourself." He smiles and pats my shoulder, before walking towards Keyleth, helping her with the designs with Vax.

After a while, Keyleth finishes the designs and makes them, giving each of us our personal attires. "Here's yours, Charlotte, sorry that It's not exact to your measurements." She gives me the gown and I inspect it. It's a black mermaid dress with white embroidered flowers above the bust and a slit on the sides with silver chains keeping the slits together. "Holy shit, Keyleth! This is amazing, you did all of this in only 6 hours?!" I look at her with awe and amazement, my crimson eyes seeming to shine in the dark. She blushes and looks around, embarrassed, "I'm serious, Keyleth, this is extraordinary!" She looks back and smiles, "I also made this," She hands me a red flower clip with white edges. "Everlight..." I hug her tightly, smiling before I realize my strength is more than an average person. "It's nothing, really." I put a hand on her shoulder after putting the hairclip in my bun. "Give yourself more credit, Keyleth. You really helped us today." I take my hand off her shoulder and walk behind a tree to change.

"Charlotte, are you all ready? We're about to leave." Pike asks me from the other side of the tree while I put on the last parts of my attire on. "Yes I am ready." I walk out from behind the tree and straighten my dress with my hands, looking at the ground to blush as everyone stares at me in awe. "Charlotte...you look amazing..." Percy speaks up after moments of silence, his face red. I look up at him and smile.

[findroleplay]

Hey all 26 they/them here. I have a handful of roleplays going but a few of them have really slow replies and I'd like to find something to fill the gaps, so to speak. I'm semi-lit and flexible and usually able to give at least one reply a day. It's okay if you can't. I tend to not proof read so I frequently go back and edit my posts anyway. I primarily rp on discord and would like to keep up with that trend.

Rping is supposed to be fun! I have to have fun with it and sometimes get campy and do silly things. Sure there's a place for seriousness but at its core rp is fun.

I'm happy to double and do multiple fandoms if it makes everyone happy!

Characters for most situations and 100% anything ERP have to be over 18+, as do partners for anything ERP related.

Things I'm looking to rp, currently:

X-Men

specially looking for someone to rp Gambit or Toad for me

wanting to do some OC stuff, happy to do OC/OC

Finding Frankie

I think it'd be fun to try and roleplay parkour and trying to survive the place, might not work and I'm okay if it fails

Lucifer

Lucifer/OC

Lucifer/Chloe (but with darker themes and more ERP)

DnD Based Things

Critical Role campaign one especially, would love to do Percy/Keyleth, Vax/Pike, Scanlan/Pike, Vax/Gilmore,

Random OC stuff I have a really cool kenku I'd love to try and rp

Feel free to ask about other stuff! I'm in a ton of fandoms

-

[fandom-rpfinder]

Hi I'm 26 they/them and looking to rp on Discord! I'm semi literate and a pretty snappy replier and would like at least one reply a day if doable.

My three fandoms are:

Marvel

Ships: Deadpool/Wolverine, Cyclops/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Storm (y'all saw it in the OG X-Men movies c'mon), Ice Man/Pyro, Bucky/Cap, Bruce/Natasha, also open to others

Critical Role

-Specifically campaign one bc that's what I'm familiar with-

Ships: Percy/Keyleth, Pike/ Scanlan, Pike/Vax, Gilmore/Vax and open to others

Lucifer

-Up to season 5 if you want cannon accurate-

Ships: Lucifer/Cane, Lucifer/OC, and open to others

I'm always open to OCs

📺

[basalt-deltas]

RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???

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What I will write!!

⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+

What I will NOT write!!

⇨ NSFW / 18+ ⇨ other people’s ocs (SORRY) ⇨ yandere or other kinds of abusive/toxic relationships ⇨ anything with substance abuse as the main theme ⇨ child!reader in fics, mentioning it in familial fics/hcs is okay though ⇨ suicide, self/harm. severe depression, or similar topics as the main focus ⇨ anything proship or illegal ⇨ anything disregarding canon LGBTQ identities (making a gay character straight, a trans character cis, etc)

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When requesting…

PLEASE BE AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE!! Tell me everything you want, specify if you want me to take some creative liberties, please I am so bad with unspecific directions!!! I will not dm to clarify if you’re not on anon

You can specify if you want me to post your request anonymously or with your ask attached !! If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume yes and I’ll attach your ask

I will answer whatever question you have!! About pretty much anything :D

PLEASE just. Don’t be a dick. I am not being paid to write for you!!! And I do this on my own time!!!

To check if your request is being written/worked on, check my works in progress!!

Everything above applies to requests!! If I write something by myself that breaks the rules, it’s because I want to and I can

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[whoviancumberbunny]

Part Four: Rhythm Of Life - Scanlan Fluff Fic

Part one: Tentative Love  

Part Two: Small Miracles

Part Three: Leave A Tender Moment Alone

Sidenote Image for the Shorthalt house is from a small homes facebook page i follow

Scanlan is supposed to be playing this song

Rhythm Of Life

Scanlan Shorthalt and Other Vox Machina characters Created by Critical Role

 Lucy Collins-Shorthalt and the Shorthalt Children Created By Melissa C. Scraper @whoviancumberbunny

 It was hard to believe that they had been married almost ten years, but at this moment Lucy was standing in front of their, house that was created for them by Keylith, and inside a tree as her husband attempted to get their Daughter’s Lyre out of the Squirrel nest “Damn it, I don’t get how Elijah can put it in there without  these little dipsticks biting him.” The mother squirrel defending her babies suddenly jumped at his face he lost control of Scanlan’s hand and fell to the ground “Elijah! This is the third time this week you have taken your sister’s Lyre and hidden it.” He hit the ground stood up “I am alive.”

 “I sent a message to Kiki to see if she could help us. Since she can talk to animals.” Lucy knelt down “Come here.”  She kisses him gently on the lips  “Elijah spends lot of time with his godparents they probably taught him now to be calm enough to not startle animals.”

 “Are you saying our son is a ranger?”

 “I am not saying he’s anything he’s just our son.  Oddly enough Quentin ended up being more astute and laid back than I expected.”  

 “are you saying our son is a nerd.” An hour later  

 Kiki “The Mother squirrel thought you were trying to steal her babies.”  She hands them Daphne’s Lyre

 “Thanks, Kiki.”  Lucy smiled “are you and Vax available to watch the kids. I know normally they stay with Vex and Percy. But just like my husband. Percy tends to get himself hurt trying to make his kids happy. This time he broke his leg.”  She grins at  Scanlan

 “I think we are.  But Vax gets so broody once in a while.”

 “There is full moon tomorrow night, kiki. Full moons are when the veil between us and world of the dead are weakest. Scanlan’s mother usually visits  on full moons.”

“What?” Scanlan says

 “Don’t you ever wonder why once in while you discover little things that make you think of your mom.  She leaves them for you to find.”  Everyone in vox had just gotten accustomed to the idea that Lucy tended to casually mentions spirits. But She and Scanlan both knew Daphne could see them as well.

 “It is hard to believe Daphne is almost 10, and the boys are six.”

 “Gods help us when Daphne is old enough to date. Scanlan is going to make sure she doesn’t spend time around horny bards.”

 “I was such a dick when I was younger.  We  need to assign some kind of shore to Eli as penance for hiding his sister’s stuff three times this week.”  

 “See you if you can find Quentin, he’s likely hiding somewhere reading.  it is his turn to water the garden.”

Gilmore walks “the most handsome of godfathers is here. I have finished daphne’s dress for the showcase next weekend.  it is simple and will do really well with her beret.”   He looks at Scanlan “I see my little godson is causing trouble again.” He hands lucy package

 Lucy “Just because we are business partners, Shaun, you just made me new outfit last week.” Just then Daphne, Quentin and Eli come running our and all pile on Gilmore

“Uncle Gilmore!” Eli yells  “Sorry I accidentally made you burn your book with the people kissing on the cover.”

 Lucy raises an eye brow “Were you reading a Romance novel last time you watched them?”

 The wizard blushes “Maybe!” ?” he says as he dusts himself off “I am looking forward to the music showcase this is the first time since the school opened three years ago that there has been an event there.”

 “I wanted to make sure there were plenty of BITs.” Scanlan said

“Bards in training.” Lucy says when Gilmore looks at Scanlan.

 Gilmore “Quentin, you are not getting your present until you water the garden like your mother wants you to.”  Quentin   runs off to water the garden “that boy is special.  I am not saying that because I am his Godfather.”

 All three of the Shorthalt children were special, it was just hard to place what Quentin’s skill set exactly was because he had always be the one who was intentionally walking several steps behind his brother and studying the terrain.

 “The other day when we were camping,  he managed to push Daphne out of the way before a branch would have hit her on the head and he jumped back just in time to keep it from hitting himself.”

 A few days later Annie visits Scanlan is playing a piano and he’s been writing this song that he has no idea where the melody came from “You are writing lyrics to the melody of the song my dad never finished. It is the melody we heard in the house that.”

 “Really, I have been waking up for months with this melody on my head. I just felt like it deserved words.”   He ads the name Quentin Charles Collins just above his on the parchment he’s been writing the music on “It is only right.”  He absent mindedly  played with the small silver compass that she had given him

She sits next to him “Play it from the beginning.  I want to hear it.”   She said as placed her hand on his thigh “I love you. I hope you never forget that.” as he played she started humming along , she looks up as half elf woman with blue eyes entered. “Genevieve, you  never told me you were coming for visit.” She ran over to hug her

 Genevieve hugs her “I thought I would surprise you. I wanted to be town for the music showcase I love seeing your daughter and husband playing.” On a family vacation they had tumbled upon the hometown of one of the mistresses of Quentin Collins.  When it would become apparent that Lucy wasn’t only one attracted to pointy eared people. “ she looks at her “You have only been married ten months and that husband of yours already got you pregnant.” She says smiling

 “I got tired of being in  the house he’s so paranoid something bad will happen to the both of us. While he is vasselheim on business I came here. I do apologize for my mother assuming you were the enemy when we first met  four years ago, sister.”  

 “No need the collins family always had a habit of breeding resentment.  Come on we were about to get something to eat.”

 “Looked more like you were about take him to his office to things under the desk.”  She said

 “we’ve never done things under the desk. In the water closet, on the fainting couch,  in the wardrobe.”

 Lucy “I am sure Gena doesn’t want to know every place we’ve ever, you know. in your office. Though it was kind of funny when you nearly fell out of the hey loft, In the stables, and your pants fell out the window.”

 :You know how to make me excited, Mrs Shorthalt.” Scanlan said winking as he put the scroll with the music on it, in his bag.  “thank you for being patient enough to stay with me.”

 “Scanlan, was I really the first to see that gentle part of you. Not just the obnoxious way you tended to act.” She said they had just developed compfrtable rhyth, to how they lived their lives eventhough Percy and Scanlan had founded the Whitestone Music academy and the library/ they mostly went on diplomatic traps. But Lucy and Scanlan always made time to be by themselves together

 “Yes. I…never thanked you for suggesting I teach here.”

 “Music is the pirest form of magic. Even if you weren’t a user of arcane magic you would still be magician.” She looks at him as get food in the school dining hall and sit down

 “You two are so cute/ Sometimes my husband treats me like someone who should never leave the house.”

 Annie places her hand on her sisters hand “Listen to me, little sister if that husband of yours every harms you tell me and I can send Vax and grog to deal with him.”  After All vax was still the champion of  her lady of ravens.  

 “He hasn’t done anything yet he doesn’t even act happy about the baby.”

 Scanlan slides under the table and goes over to Gena’s side “You are family and family comes first. If he doesn’t respect you should leave his ass and raise the baby on your own. That’s what my mother did when she found out she was pregnant with me.  We always have your back, Genevive.”

 Gena “Thank you both.” She says  as Scanlan goes back to the seat by lucy and she puts the desert on her tray on his

 Lucy “Now stop looking at me like a sad little puppy I got it for you because I know it is your favorite and you usually can’t see the deserts in the back row without using magic in the building.” She looks at her sister “believe it or not. Before I met my handsome, gnomeo here. I didn’t think I deserved love from anyone.”

 Gena “I will keep that in mind.” she had been thinking she was paranoid but she sensed her husband had only married her to have an heir

 When everyone meets up outside the Music Academy before the showcase “Vax’ildan, I have favor to ask.”   Lucy explains to him after everyone else goes in “I am not saying I want him dead. I want him followed to see if he is cheating on my sister.  I want her to be happy, and she isn’t happy with him.”

 Vax’ildan  looks at her “Okay I can just observe him for a while. Then you can decide how to deal with him later.”  He looked at her “Last time Kiki and I were watching Daphne, Eli and Quentin. Quentin was talking in his sleep.”

 Lucy “I think he’s a vessel for my brother’s soul he’s been acting different since he got sick during that thunderstorm six months ago. He Called me Lulu-Bell. And the children don’t even know about that.” she sighed “He will leave once he is able to tell me why he’s here.”

 To Be Continued

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

[ofdarkestdesires]

The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica

So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.

Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.

Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira

Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai

Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain

DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman

Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black

Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel

My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki

Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro

Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus

Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen

Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig

Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane

[dxonutz]

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ F/O list ﾟ｡･⁠*⁠.ﾟ⁠☆

note: even though im uncomfortable with sharing some of these, i am never by any means trying to be toxic about it. the only reason i dont want others who do f/o them to interact is because of my own comfort n how much these characters mean to me. that doesnt absolutely mean that i judge others who f/o them outside of myself, i do not go around harrassing those who do, nor do claim to be the only person allowed to like them. you are absolutely allowed to like any character, even from the following list, im just uncomfy specifically with sharing some of them as f/os. please, by all means just have fun ⁠♡

I'll be using this emoji 💌 to symbolize those im not quite comfy with sharing

current main F/O(s):

Kayn, League of Legends 💌

other F/Os: (in no specific order)

Charlotte Katakuri, One Piece 💌

Gyomei Himejima, Demon Slayer 💌

Knives Millions, Trigun Maximum 💌

Livio the Double Fang & Razlo the Trip of Death, Trigun Maximum

Sweet Mask, One Punch Man 💌

Kenji Sato, Ultraman: Rising 💌

Hobart "Hobie" Brown AKA Spider-Punk, (specifically) Across The Spider-Verse 💌

Muriel, The Arcana

Solomon, Obey Me!

Shinji Hirako, Bleach 💌

Hitoya Amaguni, Hypnosis Mic 💌

Walter C. Dornez, Hellsing 💌

Kojiro Sasaki, Record Of Ragnarok 💌

Assassin AKA Kojiro Sasaki, Fate Series 💌

En, Dorohedoro

Kenny Ackerman, Attack On Titan 💌

Captain Boomerang, DC 💌

V, DMC 💌

Juri Han, Street Fighter 💌

Mateo, Dislyte 💌

Faust, Guilty Gear

Dr. Habit, Smile For Me

Wally Darling, Welcome Home 💌

Scanlan Shorthalt, Vox Machina

Starscream, Transformers 💌

Happy Mask Salesman, LOZ: Majora's Mask

extra note: not every canon character i might post is necessarily an F/O of mine, even if i may have an OC x canon ship with them! i just love making OCs and pairings for them ⁠♡

[zima74824]

Zima smirked *

Zima : what’s the plan for tonight Scanlan~

Scanlan blushed

Scanlan : zima you know EXACTLY what we’re doing later

Zima : I know I just love teasing you

Scanlan : prepare yourself m’lady it’s gonna be a night you won’t forget ~

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Some Silence, and a Little More In-Between Pt. 1

Summary - When it comes to the joys of being in a relationship. The magical three words can come off as easy or hard to say depending on the speaker and at a point, "I love you" does sound easy to say...

Only, when you're not being interrupted so frequently.

Trigger Warning - Cursing (it's Vox Machina for sake...), Alcohol/Drinking

Word Count - 1,705

OC x Canon Involved! (Dahlia x Percival De Rolo)

Ao3 is right here!

It was just three words, wasn’t it?

Three little words, 8 letters, and yet she couldn’t get out a single one.

They had no fear, no. Why would they? Why would they be afraid of saying such things to their own lover? No, that wasn’t it. There was no fear, there were only obstacles that came with saying such a fragile yet meaningful phrase of endearment. 

No matter. Dahlia had one thing to say and she’d at least say it right but– why was it so damn hard?

“FUCK YEAH!! SIX IN A ROW!!!” a Goliath screamed, Vox Machina’s very own Goliath, actually. The abrupt sounds of a table being slammed echoed throughout the tavern as Dahlia snapped her mouth shut with a jolt, having broken out of her longing stare to say something. Her attention was diverted to the rest of the party hollering thereafter, some groaning, some laughing, and some… Expelling their insides from the liquid courage that they’ve been running on for the last– what– a couple of hours? Nonetheless, she meekly smiled–forcing the worry of how much the table would cost at the expense of their competitive drinking but– still, it remained in the back of her mind as the individual she’d been focused on steps right up to her, shoulder to shoulder. 

“Grog, could you be a little more mindful of the property, please? We don’t want to leave this place in pieces like the last few,” the artificer spoke on behalf of Dahlia as a short “oh, sorry” was passed back in response, soon signaling for another round of the strongest mead. A sigh escaped out of the man beside her and the tavernkeeper could only raise a hand to cover her soft chuckles, looking up to Percival who’d been staring at her with eyes that flashed with a thousand apologies for every member of his party. In reply, she took every unspoken apology and met him with a gleam in hers, reaching out for two glasses of wine from a server that passed with a bow. Dahlia selected her glass, one of white, and handed Percy the other, a glass of red wine.

“Thank you, Percy,” She spoke, with gratitude for speaking on her behalf as the rim touched her mouth and down went the translucent liquid, covering her lips in a gloss. The gunslinger almost held back on his drink, raising his brows to the ceiling, “no, no– I should be the one thanking you, my dear,” he hastily interjected, waving a gloved hand.

“How so?” Her voice echoed into her cup.

Percival looked to the ceiling of the bar, then around the room with a contemplating hum as he searched for an answer that’d already been waiting on his tongue, swirling the maroon liquor in his grasp with crossed arms,  “well, considering the fact that you’ve allowed us to… ‘Crash’ here, figuratively and literally, for the last couple of times—more than anyone should—I can’t really begin to find enough words to express how generous this all is,”

He gestures, continuing to express with what formality he could conjure up on the spot, “I mean–you’ve given us a place to stay for nights on end, drinks, food, warmth, resources, jobs too and it’s just… This is– this is all so much, more than we can ask for!” the man exclaims, granting a moment for Dahlia to hide behind her stemware, doing little to conceal the blush dancing across her face. 

Was it already from the alcohol? Dahlia could’ve sworn she wasn’t this terrible of a lightweight.

Percival moved closer, lowering his glass and extending a hand forth after fixing his lenses, “surely, there must be a way we can repay you for all this? Or at least– I can?” He offered, the tone in his proposal ending just slightly more curiously playful than the tavernkeeper expected. Her eyes flashed and for a minute reflected his, deciding to come out of hiding behind her glass, with it lowered. She glided just a step nearer to the nobleman as he kept watch, not ever breaking his stare even as his party members were occupied in celebrating another end to their sixth– no, seventh round? For all he knew, he stopped paying attention to them– now that all of it was forfeited to the woman who reciprocated it back with a lovesick stare that made his heart skip a beat.

His attention was now on her and hers was to him, not that Dahlia minded after the night had done nothing but steal his eyes away from her to watch the chaos that came with being in a band full of hectic mercenaries. An airy laugh exerted from the sorceress as she reached out, slipping her fingers under his cravat to observe and toy with it, humming as she did to mimic a ponder, “mm, last I remembered– gold was still an available piece of currency across all of Tal’Dorei,” she stated, in an all-knowingly fashion as it got to him.

Struck with the realization of who she’d been trying to copy, the artificer’s chest quivered from a suppressed laugh, taking a long sip of his beverage, and thus spoke again, “no, no. I mean,” he settled the foot of his drink down on a nearby table and before Dahlia could do the same, a set of hands fell on her sides and suddenly, their bodies were merely an inch away from each other. Her body went stiff from his index and thumb holding her chin in place, centering them up close and personal to his lips as he whispered–the warm breath of wine clinging to the waves that rolled past her mouth, “something more than gold, my dear,” he softly murmured.

Dahlia’s heart nearly leaped from her chest and she could’ve sworn that the stem of her glass would’ve shattered had it not been for the minuscule pinch of self-control tucked in her fingers, yet it did not stop the chill that ran through her body as her face began to burn up just from his voice alone. As badly as she wanted to kneel over on the floor out of embarrassment, her pride would not give in so easily, deciding to reciprocate. She slipped her drink onto the table, next to his, walking her fingers up his coat and seizing hold of his shoulder. The mage drifted her eyes away for a moment then swung them back to lock them with his sage irises, leaning into the hand that raised to cup her cheek, “well, I have been meaning to say something–”

“Miss. Kei’korra!” Like a dream, the moment was shattered and the two had to remind themselves of where they were, with Dahlia glancing over Percy’s shoulders simultaneously as he flinched, watching as a server trotted up to her with concern painted all over their expression, “I apologize for intruding ma’am but, some patrons would like to have a word with you,”

“About what, may I ask?” She was released from the artificer’s embrace as the two stood side by side, one curious of the issue and the other less than pleased that their personal moment was trodded upon.

“Ahem,” The staff member coughed into his fist, pointing at the table behind the pair as the table– once whole— was now in half, there in the middle of that halved table now lied Grog Strongjaw, Pike Trickfoot, and Scanlan Shorthalt all piled atop each other whereas the others were displayed in their chairs, all of which were performing different stages of grief from the multitude of losses. Dahlia was more shocked by the fact that she didn’t even hear the bar table break while Percy was ready to reload and fire another apology to Dahlia, “there are customers who hold complaints about–some of the other patrons,” the staff informed, rendering Dahlia’s shoulders to go slack. She paused awkwardly, clearing her throat to reply, “Right— I’ll have a word with the clients–”

“No please, I will—” Percival jumped in, before specifying to the audible groaned that resounded from behind, “... with the others,”

Dahlia faced him, “you don’t have to,”

“But I must! You’ve done–” 

“Percival, Percy, darling,” She rested her hands on his biceps, attempting to soothe the tension and desperation that alluded in every word he uttered. Dahlia met his eyes once more, watching as they begged for the opportunity but– she refused to give in, “I know you’re eager to repay me but, this is my tavern and inn. What I say goes around here. And you all are my special guests tonight, so let me handle this,” she pleaded, “I’ll speak to the customers… And we’ll talk later– about that repayment, okay?” Her voice soothed his soul but, it didn’t stop his sharp brows from knitting. There was a moment of silence before a sigh of submission was made, Percy nodded but his face still persisted on fighting the outcome. The tavernkeeper softly smiled, diverting her weight into her palms to lift herself up by his shoulders and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. Her smile could only stretch as the spot she smooched, easily glowed to a light shade of red before she was forced to depart, swiveling on her shoes once more again to bid, “Oh!-- and Percy?”

He abruptly pivoted from his previous turn away, to the sound of her voice, curiosity written across his face,

“I–”

“We’re waiting–!” The “clients” shouted, impatient and agitated beyond the disaster of a night they were undoubtedly having from the presence of Vox Machina, irking Dahlia twice, and perhaps thrice for not granting her the time to say such a simple thing to her partner. Still, duty called, and so with bitterness. She exhaled through her nose, letting her shoulders fall, and murmured audibly a “sorry,” back to Percival before leaving to go deal with another pissed-off party.

The gun-slinger stood where he was, hand raised midway, reaching for nothing as Dahlia met with the frustrated group who didn’t waste a second running her ears off already with complaints. Yet he couldn’t help but think, collecting his glass from beside his lover’s while keeping watch from afar, “What was she going to say?”