#ticklish!vax

[diplonimbodocus]

I did some sketch art to go along with my story "Bard's Song" on AO3! I couldn't decide exactly which bit I wanted to illustrate but then I remembered how perfect Vax's shit-eating grin is.

Was nervous to post art as I usually do stories but here we are! Hope le art is satisfactory to thine eyes!

Now just to figure out how to get it onto AO3...

[tired-bard]

Vax x Reader headcannons pt. 2

I'm so normal about him I swear

Writing advice is always appreciated! English is my second language, so please excuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

Whenever he finds something he thinks you'll like, whether that be a small trinket or a book, he will try to get it for you. He might steal it, or he might buy it, don't ask.

He's very warm. Are your hands cold? He'll take them in his and warm them up for you. Are you feeling chilly at night? He'll wrap his arms around you and share his body heat. He's more than willing to help you, plus he likes being close to you.

He has some calluses on his hands. You can feel them every time he runs his fingers over your bare skin, or anytime you kiss his palms, and you can feel them anytime his hand is in yours.

Shows his love for you through physical touch. An arm around your waist, his hand in yours, your elbows hooked with one another's. When the two of you are alone, he likes to keep you even closer to him. Cuddling, keeping you on his lap, and the like.

He loves it when you play with his hair, it helps him relax. On the nights he can't sleep, he'll ask you to run your fingers through his hair, maybe braid it if you want.

Loves the sound of your laugh, even if you don't. He'll crack more jokes to try and get you to smile, or engage in more banter with the other members of Vox Machina to get a giggle out of you. He always gets a deep sense of satisfaction when he succeeds.

He has some freckles on his shoulders and back. In general, he gets freckles all over his body during the sunnier seasons.

Whatever you do, don't let him know if you're ticklish. He might pretend to not pay much attention when you mention it, but he will file this information away for later use. And he will use it.

[sunstone-smiles]

One Loud Game of Hide and Seek

Original request: "Hey! I just noticed you are considering writing for tickletober! I was wondering if I could please request some ticklish Scanlan for day 4, prompt "upside-down"? Thank you and good luck!!!"

Author’s note: Happy Day 4 of Tickletober everyone! And we’re celebrating with my first Vox Machina fic! Here’s Day 4: “Hide and Seek” and “Upside Down” from August’s Tickletober List and Nim’s Lovely Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy! (P.S: Happy (belated) Legend of Vox Machina season 3 release day!)

Series: The Legend of Vox Machina

Characters: Scanlan, Vax, Keyleth, Pike

Word count: 1,358

Summary: Scanlan is the first one caught in a game of hide and seek, so Vax gets a mischievous idea to use Scanlan to his team's advantage instead of letting him go so easily. 

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“Scanlan, where are yooou?”

Vax’s voice sings. There’s footsteps. Quiet breathing. Mostly darkness. A sliver of light seeps below the crack of the kitchen cupboard, the place where Scanlan has squeezed himself into to hide.

The twins of Vox Machina had got into some sibling banter about who’s better at stealthing and who’s better at perceiving. Thus, a friendly competition was proposed. Vex and Vax roped four out of their other five party members into a game of hide and seek to prove their point, splitting them into even teams of three. 

With how things are looking right now though, Scanlan might be regretting that he agreed to play against someone with a solid track record for successfully slinking through shadows without a sound. 

Scanlan waits and listens for a moment. Another pair of footsteps. Then another. All three of them are here. He hears the chatter of Keyleth and Pike trying to communicate with their teammate, Vax, about the whereabouts of Scanlan’s location. 

His source of light is blocked as their shadows approach. He remains silent. After more discussion, their shadows pass and the footsteps continue. If he’s going to make a break for it, now would be the time to do so. 

Scanlan quietly pushes the cupboard open, then peeks behind it. Vax, Keyleth, and Pike have their backs turned. Perfect. He tiptoes out of the cupboard and towards the door. 

Stealth, however, is not on his side today.

“There he is!” Keyleth spots him.

Run.

Scanlan takes off for the doorway. Before he makes it halfway, Keyleth curls up her fist and a vine sprouts from the ceiling. It whips towards Scanlan then wraps around his leg, yanking him up off his feet and dangling him upside down over the ground.

“We got him!” Pike cheers. All three of them approach Scanlan as he sways from the remaining momentum of his trap.

“Okay, okay. You found me,” Scanlan admits defeat. “I’m out. Now will you put me down?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Keyleth raises her hand.

“Hold on there, Kiki.” Vax stops her, a smile on his face. “We don’t know where Grog and my sister are yet. Maybe Scan-man knows where they’re hiding.”

Scanlan crosses his arms from his upside down state. “Well, I don’t. So you can stop searching here because you aren’t going to get any answers from me.” He turns his head to the side, eyes closed, with a stern, determined look on his face. 

…Silence. 

Honestly, not the response he expected.

He caves into his curiosity and lifts open one eye, only to be met with Pike smiling up at him with her own arms crossed together.

“So you do know where they are.” Pike’s smile curves to a smirk.

Damn it, Scanlan. Usually you’re a better liar than this. “Okay, so I might know the general direction of where they went, but I can’t just give you an exact location,” Scanlan changes his story.

“Well, then we should take this opportunity to have some fun, shall we?” Vax rubs his hands together and moves behind Scanlan. Scanlan watches him with a confused gaze, but when Vax gives a quick tweak to his sides that jolts through his form like a tickly thunderwave, the pieces all come crumbling together.

Scanlan cranes his neck to look up at Vax with wide eyes. “Oh no, Vax! Don’t–”

“Too late,” Vax smirks. He presses his fingers into Scanlan’s sides. The gnome releases a screech of laughter as the ticklish shock courses through the entirety of his smaller form. He flaps his arms wildly like a baby bird attempting flight as uproars of giggles spill from Scanlan. 

“Vahahahax!” Scanlan finally clamps his arms down and kicks his legs in the air. “Thihihihis is sohohoho cheheheating!”

Scanlan’s movements cause him to swing, although Vax mostly keeps him in place as his skilled hands in lockpicking maneuver their way into hard to reach spots that easily open the door to more of Scanlan’s squeaks and giggles.

“You’re playing hide and seek against a master of stealth, my friend. The odds were never in your favor to begin with,” Vax smiles and moves his hands down to Scanlan’s upper ribs, causing a high-pitched squeak to come from the gnome, as high as some of his highest notes.

“Ooh, bad spot?” Vax teases.

“Ohohohokay!” Scanlan gives in, “Grohohog and Vehehex are hiding in the gardehehehen!”

“The garden is a pretty big place,” Keyleth places a finger to her chin to think; her mouth curls with a smile. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“Keyleth? Was that a rare tease I heard from you just now?” Vax says astonished, but with a proud undertone.

“Hehe, sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Cohohome on! Thihihis is getting ridiculous!” Scanlan remarks through his laughter.

“Nah, we’re just getting started,” Pike smiles. She hops over to Vax and Scanlan. “Keyleth, could you lower Scanlan for me, please?”

“You got it,” the Air Ashari places her hand in front of her. Her palm flashes a warm glow for a moment as the vine follows her hand downward. 

With Scanlan now lowered right above Pike’s head, Pike hops up and grabs Scanlan’s wrists from his sides, pulling them over his head (or in his reversed state, below his head) to allow Vax complete access to wiggle his fingers further up his ribs.

Scanlan screams with laughter and paddles his unrestrained leg above him. The smile that usually pairs with his charismatic features has, somehow, grown even more charming when it’s filled with giggly joy.

“Nice thinking, Pike,” Vax compliments.

“Thank you kindly,” Pike bows her head to accept the compliment with a grin.

“Pihihihike!” Scanlan tilts his head back and opens one eye for a second to make contact with a grinning Pike. “I lohohove it that you’re sohoho strong, but nohohot when you use your strength against mehehehe!” He attempts to tug his arms free with no luck against the mighty Pike.

“What is going on in here?” a new voice calls out from the doorway.

Vex, Keyleth, and Pike halt in their tracks. Scanlan releases an encore of residual giggles as he begins to catch his breath. All four of them look over to the doorway to see Percy throwing his arm up to face palm.

“No, scratch that. Do I really want to ask when Scanlan’s involved?” Percy says.

“Percy! We’re playing hide and seek! Do you want to join?” Keyleth asks.

“I thought hide and seek is supposed to be a quiet game. I could hear Scanlan all the way down from my workshop,” he takes a step into the room. “And would this explain why I saw Vex trying to squeeze Grog high up into a tree earlier?”

“Ah ha! So that’s where they are!” Pike exclaims.

“There’s only one tree in the garden big enough to fit Grog,” Vax mentions. “Thanks for the help, de Rolo. Come on! Let’s go!” Vax motions for Pike and Keyleth to start running out of the room with him.

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re not going to leave me hanging here, are you?” Scanlan catches their attention before they leave.

“Oops! Sorry!” Keyleth holds out a hand to flip him upright; the vine grows around his waist like a rope and quickly lowers him, laying him down on the floor. She then runs off with the others, smiling as she disappears behind the door frame with Vax and Pike. 

Scanlan sits up grumbling to himself and rubs his side as leftover tingles from the tickling begin to fade. Percy chuckles under his breath and leaves the room. At first, Scanlan glares in the direction of the empty doorway, knowing his hide and seek team has already lost their chances of winning. However, his expression soon eases into a relaxed smile.

 It’s going to be hilarious when they catch Vex and Grog from their hiding spot. 

Scanlan stands from the floor, straightens his clothes, and dusts himself off.

“If you can’t beat them, join them,” Scanlan says to himself, then runs out of the room to catch up with the rest of his friends.

[rachel-of-autumnbow]

Day 2: Faerie

Vax gets lost in a forest and finds a misterious glowing creature.

Vaxleth. Short drabble. Likely grammar mistakes. Chill and cute. Enjoy.

"If only I had something to eat," he muttered, stomach growling. The sun was starting to set, and a blue sparkle caught his eye in the fading light. Curious, Vax approached a tree and peekd through some low branches.

Day 2: Faerie

He had to admit it. Vax was lost. He could hear his sister's complaints about always sneaking out and disappearing. Now he was lost for good.

"Come on, come on..." A very focused humanoud creature, had her hands extended to a huge rock. Vax could feel a breeze stroking his ears and the leaves around him, Then it all went motionless. "Oh, fu...!"

The wind stormed in and pushed Vax off his feet. He landed on his back and felt a hit behind his head.

"Ow!" he cried. His fingers came out stained red. "Ow," he repeated, lower.

"O-oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I was practicing this spell, I-I thought I was alone! I'm sorry!"

Vax tried to sit back up. "Don't worry, I shouldn't be here, for a start. I... may have got lost," he admitted, distracted by her face. He had never seen a face like hers. Her eyes, her freckles, her hair, her ears... everything in her seemd to spark. He couldn't even reject the help.

"Here, let me cure that." Vax felt her hands under his hair, and the open wound close in a ticklish brush. "Is that better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"It's the least I could do after almost killing you."

"You didn't almost kill me. I'm tougher than that." Her look made her opinion clear. "Okay, maybe I'm not." He didn't say, though, how he wouldn't mind if her strenght killed him. "What were you trying to do, anyway?"

"Move that rock," she sighed. "I'm just not strong enough..." The sparkling creature crossed her arms, eyes fixed on the stone.

"I don't think that's true. Actually, I think you are quite strong, just need some training. Why don't you try with something lighter? Keep adding weight until you can lift that?"

"Something like what? This was the next level after the trunk."

Vax had no idea what she was talking about. but an idea formed in his mind. "If youo help me getting out of this forest, I'll let you practice that spell on me. I think I'm heavier than a trunk." He probably wasn't, but held out his hand anyway. She shook it slowly, red sparkling in her cheeks. "The name is Vax, by the way."

"Keyleth," she smiled, shining like the sun.

[vaxxy-after-dark]

Bit fluffier than most Sivax I’ve got, but isn’t vax canonically ticklish? I see him bracing himself for pain whenever Silas feeds, but crumble to pieces when the teeth first touch down on his neck. I don’t know. Vax is so too cute for his own good 🩵

I love your blog. The ship is dark, but good.

(so sorry I'm just seeing these!)

YES

thats such an adorable image

Vax is probably embarrassed about it too, and Sylas most definitely teases him for it

and thank you!! 💜

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters -dealer's choice

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters time to write some de rolo family!

Whitestone is bustling, the air crackling with energy and excitement. This is one of Vesper's favorite days of the year, when everyone gathers around the magnificent clock tower her father spent her entire childhood building to watch the legend of Vox Machina play out in an intricate display of gears and carvings. It is always a sight to behold, and since the first year it was completed, she has never missed this annual tradition.

All of Whitestone crowds around, but Vesper and the rest of the de Rolo family stands just a bit apart, up on a small dais constructed just for the event. This year, their mother can't make it, called away on urgent Council business, but as the sun creeps ever closer to its apex, Vesper leans over and kisses her father on the cheek. "Are you excited, Papa?"

He squeezes his arm around her shoulder. "I've seen it before, dear."

She rolls her eyes. "Doesn't mean you can't be excited."

He chuckles, but then his attention is pulled away by Leona, who needs to tattle on Wolfe for something or another. Vesper tips her head to gaze back up at the clock, eagerly awaiting the start of the show.

A minute later, there's a tiny tugging on the long sleeve of her dress. She looks down, and there is Gwendolyn, tottering and clutching her favorite stuffed bear. Her eyes are wide and shining. "Gwennie?" Gwen flaps a hand toward herself, beckoning Vesper to come closer. She crouches down. "What's wrong?"

"Everyone's staring."

Vesper's brow furrows, and she looks out toward the crowd. Sure enough, more than a few pairs of eyes flicker between the clocktower and her baby sister, and even more than that stare openly, as if she were a rampaging wild animal and not a person.

And it's not like Vesper doesn't know why. She tuck one of Gwen's dark curls behind her ears, tweaks her red nose. "It's because they're jealous," she whispers conspiratorially.

Gwen frowns. "Jealous?"

"Well, yeah." Vesper reaches up to tickle the spot on Gwen's left horn that she knows is ticklish, and Gwen giggles. "Do you know how cool it is that you've got horns? None of them have horns. None of us either." She gestures to the rest of the family behind her. "We're so boring. But you, you're something special, and they can see that, and they're just jealous."

Gwen's face cracks open into an ear-to-ear grin. "Really?"

"Absolutely. Now c'mon." She wraps her arm around Gwen's waist and stands, pulling her up so that she's sitting on her hip. She points up at the top of the clocktower. "Watch there. In just a few minutes, the clock face will open up, and little figures will tell the story of Mama and Papa and Uncle Vax and all their friends saving the world."

"Whoa," Gwen breathes, craning her neck as far as she can. Vesper seizes the opportunity to blow a raspberry into her baby sister's throat, earning her favorite shrieking giggle. Fuck the rest of this town. Her sister is her sister, horns and all, and there's nothing she wouldn't do to protect her family.

[tickle-bugs]

Trick Foot

Based on the events of C1 episode 8! Liam said Vax was ticklish and later said Vax giggle-snorts and well. I had to do something about that. Wrote this in fifteen minutes like a man possessed and did not proofread it. Enjoy!

“Pike, we can talk about this.” Vax holds his hands out in front of him, a smile wobbling on his lips. 

“I would love to.” Pike’s grin is absolutely devilish. Shed of her armor, she perches upon Vax’s calf, hands glowing with gentle divine light. 

“This doesn’t seem like—mmph!—good healing practice!” 

“Stop questioning Pike and start staying still.” Vex scribbles her nails up his other foot before disappearing out of their little alcove, still searching for Grog with her Hunter’s Mark. 

“I still can’t believe you’re ticklish.” Pike takes gentle grasp of his injured foot again, dragging unbearably light fingertips to restore the melted flesh to its full capacity. Vax flinches hard, burying his smile into a white-knuckle fist. Pike pauses again. 

“I, for one, am grateful. It’s rather effective pest control.” Percy grins where he’s cleaning his guns, glasses glinting mischievously in the light of the campfire. Vax sticks out his tongue.

“Well, Percival—“

Vax’s remark is cut short by his own squeal as he crumples. Pike readjusts her iron grip to account for his squirming legs. He reaches up for her, squinting through mirthful eyes, but her knuckles raking rapidly across his foot send him crashing back down. She scratches with gentle, evil fingers, and the scarred bits of flesh flake away to reveal new skin underneath. 

He lets loose a slew of syllables and half-baked pleas, drumming his heels into the makeshift-cushion beneath them. Her raw power would be decidedly awesome if it didn’t tickle like hell. 

“Does this one have a volume dial?” Percy sighs, strapping Bad News back into its holster. 

“Sorry.” Pike doesn’t sound the least bit remorseful. “It’s gonna take a while.”

“Oh nohoho,” Vax whines, trying to yank his foot away, but Pike is strong—stronger than he gives her credit for. She starts pinching at the remains of his little toe, sculpting it back into shape like a sad lump of clay. 

“Say, Pike, do you require assistance? Wouldn’t want you to bear the terrible burden of healing alone.” Percy saunters over and stretches, the perfect picture of bullshit nonchalance. 

“Oh, no I’m—“ Pike looks down at Vax, then Percy’s wicked grin, then understands— “I would love some assistance.”

“Perfect.” He promptly takes a seat by Pike. 

“No, nonono, stay away assface—“

Percy grabs hold of Vax’s good foot, the perfectly fine one that doesn’t need healing, and pulls it into his lap. Vax tries to bring it down on Percy’s groin, but his grip is far too solid.

Percy scribbles his fingers curiously over Vax’s foot. Vax giggle-snorts and curls his toes, ignoring the light sting emanating from his damaged foot. 

“Oh, now that’s adorable.” Percy actually beams, just endearing enough to earn a tease, but Percy quickly divests him of his ability to speak with fingers worming beneath his toes. 

Vax clamps his arms across his torso and gives his most convincing impression of a worm. Percy’s calloused hands are almost worse than Pike’s, gods above. He arches his back and tosses his head, dark hair falling loose from its ponytail. 

“T-Tickles!” Is all Vax can manage through a squeak, kicking hard under their grip. He manages to squirm away, but Pike and Percy reel him back in with ease. 

“Like herding cats, this one.” Percy bumps Pike’s shoulder. 

“You’re telling me. He kicked me earlier.” Pike grumbles, wiggling her fingers a little more than necessary for a brief moment. Vax bucks and almost catches her jaw again. 

“Vax’ildan,” Percy mock-gasps, stilling his fingers enough for Vax to speak. 

“I said s-sorry!” His voice landed somewhere shrill long ago and can’t seem to drop to its usual octave. 

“So ungrateful for our wonderful Cleric here.” Percy kneads into his calf, which is illegal on all counts, and Vax shrieks with all his might. 

Pike’s hands continue their dastardly work, scritching at a spot just beneath his toes that coaxes more snorts from him. Percy travels upwards towards his knee, the bastard, and Vax manages to knee him in the chin. Accidentally, of course. 

“Aaand, done!” Pike releases him with a flourish and a proud grin. Vax instantly reels his legs close to his body, residual giggles rising out in waves. Percy chases the retreating limbs with deft fingers, then reaches up to cradle his jaw. 

“Next time, we should make more progress. This was a good start.” Pike’s hands flare quickly as she brushes them off. 

“Next time?” Vax’s voice breaks. 

“Oh, yeah. You’re good to go for now, but we’ll have to keep tending to this. The last thing you need right now is an infection.” Pike stands and cracks her back. 

“You’ll be the death of me, both of you.” Vax rubs a hand over his face, a few chuckles bubbling out. Pike tucks the stray hair behind his ears, which would’ve been sweet if Vax didn’t immediately crumple into laughter again. 

“Better us than anything else.” Percy claps Vax’s still-shaking shoulder. “Get some rest, Giggles.”

“Sleep with one eye open.” Vax narrows his eyes at Percy as he retreats to his makeshift workstation. 

[wordstrings]

revenge

(TickleTober day 15)

Sometimes Grog resorts to guerrilla tactics to end a prank war.

[wordstrings]

Aaa! AAAAAA! My sweet and sulky half-elf rogue! With ticklish lil pointed ears! Gilmore is just so smooth at all times in all circumstances, and this is a perfect little vignette of a more developed relationship between them. Absolutely fantastic.

I love you so much for feeding my parched VM soul.

Gilmore’s Glorious Giggles

Vox Machina Critical Role Tickle Fic for @wordstrings!

Vax/Gilmore AU where their relationship went further than it did, I guess? I’m a little rusty!

Warnings: Alcohol/ drug use

Words: 1563

“You’re a bad man, Sean Gilmore.”

Gilmore’s bedroom was immeasurably soft, polishing away all the rough edges and grit the world left behind. It’s why Vax had wandered away from his equally battle-worn family, through a chill night full of tension and unease, to a familiar door in a familiar bazaar.

Gilmore never threw open the door and cried out his name on these visits. The door would open, flooding the walk with warm light and perfumed air. Dark eyes would find him, a wry smile would cross his face, and he would gesture Vax inside.

That night, Vax felt sluggish. He floated for a moment in the thick air, the heat from the fire and the scent of exotic perfumes hitting him like sleeping gas. He heard Gilmore shut the door behind him, then a swift clink of a glass being filled before being pushed into his fingers. They usually drank wine together, but on nights like tonight, they would start with a shot. 

He leaned back a little, humming with satisfaction when his back hit the warm, solid weight of Gilmore’s chest. A low chuckle from behind his ear. The other man’s arms wrapped around him to form a welcoming embrace before reaching up to unfasten his cloak. The garment felt like a great weight being pulled off.

Vax didn’t have a great taste for hard liquor, so he took the glass down in two long gulps, pausing in between to feel the rising burn in his chest and the soothing motion of Gilmore’s hands as the arcanist unwrapped him like a gift. Thick fingers over smooth palms found the buckles of his armor, pulling the leathers away to leave him in the linens he wore underneath.

By the time the burn from the liquor died, his armor was placed neatly to the side with his cloak, and Gilmore was stepping in front of him, arms open. Vax leaned forward to rest his head on the other man’s shoulder, letting thick arms wrap him up with his shot glass still dangling.

“Hello.” Gilmore’s voice was soft, purring.

“Hi.” Vax sighs, not yet ready to open his eyes.

“You know I’m always up for a cuddle, darling, but let’s have a seat, hm?”

He steered Vax to a plush sofa, feeling the radiating heat of the fire on his one side. The glass is taken from him, and he misses Gilmore’s warmth for a moment before the other man joins him. The glass has been refilled and set on a polished tabletop nearby. 

Once the other man takes his seat, Vax buries his face in his chest with a sigh. His limbs interlock with Gilmore’s, and he just breaths.

“Oh, Gill…” he groaned. He didn’t know where to start. He didn’t want to start.

“Hush,” Gilmore murmured, one large hand stroking Vax’s hair. “I guessed I might get a visit from you tonight, you know. You were all carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders when you came by the shop.”

Vax just nods. 

“Poor thing. Do you want to talk about it?”

Vax shakes his head no. Hard. He could talk about it with Vox Machina. He could whisper all his worries and sins into Pike’s ear if he had to. Gilmore’s home was clean, free of all that.

Gilmore hums in acknowledgment, body twisting to reach for something on the sideboard behind him.

“Why don’t you get started on this, and I can talk as long as you wish.”

Vax opens his eyes, momentarily surprised that they had closed at all. Gilmore was holding out a long, thin cigarette rolled in yellow-gold paper. 

Vax adjusts so he’s facing upward, careful to maintain as much contact as he can with Gilmore. His hands shake when he balances the cigarette between them and Gilmore lights a match. 

He’d never liked pipeweed much. But Gilmore’s stash was always the very finest, and he’s developed a taste for the good stuff. 

Vax watched the plumes of smoke rise in front of him, set aglow by the firelight. The comforting weight of Gilmore’s arms settled around him.

“So you’ll recall Fain as the oldest son of Urial’s brother Cardwin, and he is now in a position to enter the merchant’s council, but…”

Three puffs, pass. Gilmore would only have one drag before handing it back. 

“And Cordil was all ready to take the spot, but…”

Three puffs, pass. Repeat.

Vax’s limbs grew heavy. As the cigarette reached its end, he remembered the liquor on the table and downed the glass in one this time. 

“How are you feeling, dear boy?” Gilmore’s voice broke out from the haze of idle gossip. 

“Fine. Good. Good." 

"Mmm. I’m so glad to hear it. How sober are you?”

Vax laughed at the question, the sound coming out a little harsh. 

“Not very. A… 2. Out of 20.”

“Wonderful! That’s probably slowed you down enough for me to do this.”

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[thebest-medicine]

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

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

A/N: yessssssssSSSSSSSS. the boys are flirting.

,,,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

[other sentence starter fics]

[read this & further CR drabbles on ao3]

[blorbologist]

perc'ahlia touch prompt 29?

TECHNICALLY not airplane saga bc I just got home, BUT! I'll tag these as airplane saga as I keep workin through them <3

Also thank u @burr-ell for the spark of inspo to treat myself to some fluff after this long ass weekend

29. tickling the other one

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It starts as nothing - Vax pokes her in the side as he reaches for the marshmallows, and Vex shrieks. And it’s a little difficult for Percy to not notice, really, when she jumps clear off the folding chair and laughs like cricketsong. 

“Vax, you fuck!” she giggles, half-crouched over her flank, her hotdog-adorned poker waving around to protect it. 

And perhaps Percy does not get in on the betting with Scanlan and Keyleth as the twins have at eachother, stick clashing with warmed metal to hiss and snap in the air between them, the smoke dancing around their gleeful violence. Perhaps he does not take the time to explain to Tary that this is what normal siblings do, you poor thing, or assure Keyleth that no this is absolutely not safe and no, that is exactly why he will not be intervening. 

In the end it’s Vex that disarms her brother - obviously, she was wielding smoldering mystery meat and a hot poker. She stabs her weapon into the dirt and gets to tickling Vax with a vengeance, until he shrieks just as shrill as she had and wiggles a touch too close to the fire in his attempts to escape. Grog pries them apart, then. Trinket makes off with Vex’s mangled sausage.

A lot happens, around that dying bonfire - to the point the swordfighting twins is only a footnote. 

Korrin had needed to burn brush and old oaks that had fallen over the winter - thus, the first damp day of early summer Keyleth had gathered them all with the offer of booze, s'mores and sausages to help get the pile together, watch it burn bright and devastating, and then enjoy its glowing ruin. 

So Grog had almost single-handedly forced a leaning dead pine to kneel -  Keyleth’s antler circlet had gotten stuck in some low-hanging branches - Tary had tried to prove he could, in fact, climb a tree, and to everyone’s surprise he did actually figure it out, only to need help getting back down. 

It’s definitely a fun morning of chores, a lazy afternoon shooting the shit, and a cozy evening, now, around the bed of embers broken by that pine’s seething remains. 

That little swordfight sticks (lovely pun) out to Percy.

Well, not so much the display of terrible form his old instructors would bemoan. But the inciting incident. 

Vex is ticklish. Outrageously so.

And it seems she’s reminded of this, for the rest of the night. Her eyes dart back and forth whenever someone approaches, however innocently, a gleam of teeth a touch too wild. Like she might bolt into the woods, her path unhindered thanks to their work. She leans, just a touch, to protect her sides, tucks her sawdust-speckled flannel closer and tightens the arms of her denim jacket around her waist. 

Percival, it should be noted, grew up with six siblings.

He is very, very good at getting past even the best guard for the sake of a good laugh. 

And maybe he’s never heard something quite so delicate from Vex. No, delicate is the wrong word - brutal, instead, in its joy, something she couldn’t hold back if she tried. 

(She tries, always, to hold so much back. Even just a little, often, out of habit. He knows - he does it too.)

Percy bides his time. 

There’s truth or dare, and an attempt at replicating beerpong with pinecones and the bed of coals, and Vax swipes Percy’s glasses to he and Grog can try to look at minnows in the creek with them (Percy will not give them the excuse of being very inebriated). 

Percy has to muck around in the riverrocks and mud for his spectacles, finding them with his feet and emerging soaked. Pike and Vex wolfwhistle - he thanks his adoring audience by wringing out his shirt over their heads before leaving it to dry by the fire. 

Okay, maybe he forgets about his little plan from time to time. He brought his whiskey with him - between its silky bite and the beer he’s been mouthing, Percy is maybe not the most sober of the group. That might be Grog, just by virtue of his size - if not him then Tary. 

Korrin bid them good night before it was night at all, clearly not wanting to infringe on their fun. Vax drags Keyleth to bed after she leans far enough forward her hair starts to smoke. Scanlan dares Pike to carry him to bed and she’s too plastered to decline the challenge, tossing him into his sleeping bag with a roar before stomping off to her own. Grog and Tary vanish sometime, too. Even Trinket is just about tuckered out, dozing beside the designated seating log (spared of the fire for a cool knot in the trunk).

It takes Percy longer than he would admit to realize it’s just him and Vex left. 

To be completely fair, she’s good conversation - it just flows. White water one moment, rapids, rapid and quick-witted, to curl into languid eddies and sandbars another, pooling in silences. 

The debate about the state of the film industry had started while they still had company - they might have gone to bed sometime before Vex’s enthusiastic argument for trees potentially having personalities. Or maybe after Percy rattled on about his latest pet project - tried his hand a cuckoo clock, to mixed results so far - and Vex just watched and nodded and leaned and leaned and leaned in to ask her questions, and - and where was he?

It takes him until roughly this point to remember he’d wanted to tickle her. 

Unfortunately, she’s bundled up against the encroaching chill you only find in a summertime woodland - a coarse blanket Korrin had tossed them all earlier folded around her as wings. 

“Would you mind sharing?” Percy asks. Rubs his hands up and down his arms at Vex’s curious look. “Will catch something at this rate, after my little dip.”

Percy is fairly certain that boozy Percy is the most strikingly brilliant Percy to have ever Percy’d.

Vex snorts, unfurling the blanket to invite him closer. “Poor you,” she teases, dramatically . “You’ll catch your death without me.”

“I’ve certainly caught something,” he says, blithe, and before Vex can do something his hands have snaked around her waist to dance and dance and dance. No foreplay with the silly pokes or threat of tickles - oh no, Percy is going straight for the kill.

And, well, maybe he gets it, because Vex shrieks in his ear and he perhaps regrets most of this when she elbows him on reflex just below the ribs. 

“Stubby?” Vax, raising his voice, raspy with sleep and fear. “Is everything alright?”

He doesn’t direct this to Percy, who is objectively the one who is not alright here, clutching his abdomen and leaning his head to Vex’s shoulder as he catches his breath. She’s cackling in victory, the vixen. 

“Peachy!” Vex replies, voice a ditty. “Percy’s just being a little shit.”

“I am not,” he huffs. Wheezes, probably, but he would like to maintain his dignity and shall insist it was a huff. “I’m a man of science, and I - I have the hypothesis that you don’t really laugh enough.”

Vex’s brows furrow. “I laugh all the time-”

“Really laugh,” Percy emphasizes. “The sort - you know, no holding -”

- Back, he would have said, except she’s turned the tables on him and is assaulting his flanks. Hells, she’s even bolder and slips a hand under the shirt he borrowed from Vax to tickle the skin there. 

Percy yelps, scrabbling to get away even as laughter boils over into a foamy laugh of his own. Vex’s joins in, triumphant, until his wiggling ends up toppling them both over, ass over teakettle, into the leaflitter. Percy takes the opportunity to retaliate, hands soft claws attacking the sliver of skin he finds over her jeans. The muscles jump and Vex cackles harder, rolling into a ball which he pokes apart, which she uses to find an opening and tickle him in turn.

“Forfeit!”

“Fuck no!”

(It does not matter who says which - both swap and repeat the words so often Percy quickly loses track.)

They’re breathless and crusted with leaves and Percy’s sides fucking hurt and so does his face from laughing, and he’s pretty sure Pike’s told them to quiet down twice but he can’t stop and frankly he’s not sure he would if he could, because oh he’s drunk, yes, but he’ll attribute the floating state of his heart to being tipsy tasting Vex’s laugh - so close yet so far. 

Huh. Now, when did that happen?

Not sure - sometime before now, when he’s finally got a hold on her, grabbing both her arms - effectively putting an end to their war of attrition. 

“Got you-”

- Only, nope, she’s gone - slipped clear of the snare of his arms.

And then she’s back, but shoving him face-first into the mulch, a twig dragging over his glasses. 

“Sorry, darling,” Vex says, with both a genuine wince and a sincere satisfaction. “Comfortable down there? I hope you didn’t get a mouthful of gross.”

Percy spits out some crumbled leaf on principle. 

“Forfeit?” she repeats, from between his shoulderblades, with one last ghost of her knuckles over his sides. It’s a little hard to laugh, half-crushed into the forest floor, but somehow Vex manages to draw it from Percy all the same. 

When he feebly rocks back and forth, trying to get free, Vex adds, lightly, “I could call Trinket over to lick your face. You’re so lucky he’s slept through all this fun so far.”

“Fine,” he snickers. “Fine! Let me up, dear.”

“Hm, nah,” she decides. “I like my prize.”

Something’s happening to his hair. It takes Percy a moment to place the sensation of Vex sprinkling leaves and bits of fern into his hair like confetti.

“Not the hair,” he groans, thumping his forehead into the ground. The sound is not as satisfying as he would have hoped. “Cruel woman, leave the hair out of it.”

“Only because you ask so nicely,” Vex snarks, and - 

Oh.

And she cards her fingers through his hair, combing free her celebratory mischief, and everything takes on an entirely new angle for Percy.

“Vex, darling,” he hums, strains to get the sound out a timber above a growl, “please let me up?”

Percy would bet good money she taps at her lip in playful thought before she responds, “No. I told you, Percival - I like my prize.”

“Ah,” says Percy. “Quite enlightening.”

The dying fire pops, shudders as the remaining logs tumble inward on eachother. Pulled together, pulled down, pulled in. Not melting to the heat but made fallible by it. There’s certainly a second meaning in that pile of embers and coal. Are they anything but embers and coal?

Percy’s certainly a fire of Vex’s making, now - a nice burn to his muscles from their war, a nice burn to his belly from the alcohol, a nice burn to his heart flaring hopeful and flickering at the thought - 

Percy swallows. He hears Vex echo it, faintly. 

“Darling,” he says, “I could stay down here. But, ah - I would really appreciate the opportunity to look at my captor.”

Just to know. The thought - the possibility - it’s very effective at sobering Percy right up. And he wants to see because if he sees he will know and then he could - he will know.

Vex shrugs, turns the movement into a shift of her hips. It takes some wiggling, and a root digs into Percy’s back, but he’s looking up at her, now. Which is, wow, certainly an improvement. Her braid is in the process of turning into many snakes, a Medusa of their making, sprouting twigs too. There’s a smear of marshmallow on her hand, pinning his chest, and streaks of soot on her forehead where she keeps brushing away her hair.

She’s straddling his hips, which is - it’s just - completely unfair, Vex’ahlia.

It looks like she knows it, which. Well. Still a dirty trick, but one that means something. 

“Vex’ahlia? Dear?”

“Hm?” It comes out a little shrill. 

“I - hm.” Percy frowns. It feels wrong after smiling so much. “I think I’ve lost all the words I had in mind somewhere in the leaflitter, so. Simple: I am stupidly in love with you, and would love to kiss you right about now.”

Vex laughs - not quite the sort she’s been generous with this evening, drawn forth involuntarily, but a cousin. Buried in the same family lot - sudden and rare and real. No added sugar, no preservatives, plucked straight from the wilds of her heart. 

“Ask again.”

Percy blinks, thoroughly confused and suddenly terrified by the forest sprite sitting on - oh gods. “May I kiss you?”

“No,” Vex repeats, a breath breathed a breath away and Percy is going to die, here, of humiliation or torment or both - 

Oh. 

Ah. Vixen.

No, he could not kiss her - because she would kiss him.

It’s a gods-awful kiss. Practically speaking - Vex’s lips are sticky with marshmallows and Percy’s fairly sure she can taste half the undergrowth on his mouth. The angle is mathematically impossible - surely, if Percy could just do the numbers. His throat is sore from the smoke and everything feels a touch numb from the giggling.

But it’s Vex, and his burned, burning little heart spins every detail into a fairy tale and he can’t help but lean up and in and hope she keeps him as her prize forever, carries him home like a stuffed bear at a fairground. Or, no, she’s not nearly strong enough for her, but has anyone considered the devotion a prize would give its winner?

He’s so fucking in love with her it makes him stupid and for once in his life Percy cannot mind being the fool.

It’s illogical and it’s amazing.

One tiny, innocuous detail:

Percy is, not above all else but above a fair few things, a little shit.

So when he feels Vex smile and lean her weight into him, licking into his mouth, hands sliding into his shirt, he brushes his knuckles to the skin just above her hips.

She laughs, startled, throws her head back so fast she knocks into his nose - comes back in just as quickly to bite his lip in retaliation. 

Pairs it with a tickle of her hand against his neck, which - fuck, that’s his weak spot and Percy makes a sound he will refuse forevermore to describe. 

And the rest of Vox Machina will struggle to describe, because oh, yes, they’re all in tents not ten feet away.

“What the fuck are you two up to?” Scanlan hollers. “Is it finally happening?”

“What’s finally - nope, nevermind, good fucking night!” Vax wails.

“It’s peachy,” Percy mutters in a silly smack to Vex’s cheek, and she laughs even louder.

[wordstrings]

How are you gonna just say this without linking?? I’m weak now. 0:58, friends! https://youtu.be/7gcWzxWicdE

While I’ve only seen C2, I think every Vax fan should know that Liam has voiced a character with the same accent who has a line of tword dialogue (Which you should be able to find by typing “fire emblem fates laughing” into youtube, clicking the first vid and skipping to Laslow)

anon I have no idea how you found this but it should be illegal

[sunstone-smiles]

A Serious Case of the Pent-up Giggles

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

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

Series: The Legend of Vox Machina

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

Word count: 1,712

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” Percy scoffs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trapped inside, just bursting to come out!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ticklish?”

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

“Ah, denial,” Vex shakes her head.

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

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

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

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

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

“We shall, sister.”

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

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

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

Big mistake though. He forgot there were two twins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So…” Vex speaks first. 

Gods, here it comes. 

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

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

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

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

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

[demigoddessqueens]

Main Masterlist III

Critical Role - multi party dancer!reader // multi party Father’s Day // little one afraid of storms // there was one bed 🛏 // modified memories // Song: Insider angst // saying I love you to them // sacrificing yourself for them // snowball fight

Vox Machina - Percy and you expecting // sick Percy // Percy and Vax wedding // Percy angst // sister of Everlight // writing, kiss prompts with Percy // prompt ask for Archibald // close call with Vex’ahlia // layers of clothes // supportive Vex’ahlia // Percy in the rain // baby first word // facing a meltdown // one year birthday // siren seduction // baby on the way // Orthax horror // Percy confessing to childhood friend // in the acid room // sibling helping with proposal // yandere Percy + Trevor // perchalia smut // Percy drabble // selkie reader // if baby VM cried // ticklish Baby VM // sacrifice for them // vex and shy reader // ADHD reader // vampire reader // scanlan soulmate // love song // vax’ildan angst // Vax saving you // telling them they’re the best // surviving with Archi and Percy // playing with Little One

The Mighty Nein - cowboy traveler // Caleb taking care of you // close call headcanons // caleb leaves you // Caleb and librarian reader // Caleb saving you // expecting with Caleb and Essek // Molly with reader and kiri // Marion and babenon with poison master // Fjord with familiar // Fjord as a father // Cadeuces with aroace reader

Crown Keepers/Bell’s Hells - birthday baby // secret crush on Orym // Dorian and Ashton expecting // reader saving Cyrus // Will and Orym proposal // hugging crush // unwanted visitor + MN // poly with Dorian + Dariax and Orym // bell’s hells baby antics

EXU Calamity/Rings of Brass - Loquatious headcanons //

Dune - Paul atreides HC’s

The Martian - mark watney smut

The Dragon Prince ✨ - Soren + maid!reader // Chitty chats

The Sea Beast - letters from the sea 🌊

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - boromir angst

Exophilia 👹 - shadow monster

Star 🌟 Wars ✨- ahsoka + Ezra + Rey headcanons //

Spider Man NWH - yours, mine

Arcane/League of Legends - jinx angst headcanons

Blood of Zeus - heron headcanons // bubbly personality with ⚡️//

Assassin’s Creed - Christmas with the crew 🎁

Castlevania - drunken mishaps with VM and Cass // kissing headcanons // at the fair // pregnancy headcanons

Alucard - hollow knight sequel // dragon reader part 3 // season 4 Alucard // playing with Alucard’s fangs // hollow knight p3 //

Trevor - fatherly Trevor // Trevor vs wolf //

Hector - dragon reader //

Isaac - love story //

Genshin Impact - drunk headcanons // on your period // fluff + smut fic // pregnant headcanons // yandere scaramouche

Nezha Reborn - love at first punch

[vaxxy-after-dark]

Preaching to the choir here but Vax has cute little ears

He does!

I imagine elf ears and half-elf ears behave a little bit like how cat ears or dog ears do?

they can flop forward, flatten backwards or twitch outwards depending on the individuals emotions or if they hear something or if they're in pain

and since Vax is a half-elf, his ears are short and cute little mood indicators that he'd definitely be teased for having by someone like Sylas

they're also 100% ticklish

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Vaxleth #33 🥺? I don't have a specific setting in mind, you can pick. Thank you ^_^

33. knowing where they're most ticklish gonna set this in mfl!

turned my water into wine #11

Keyleth wakes in the dead of night, and her arm is numb. Blinking to clear away the haze of sleep, she turns her head to see Vax, out cold and curled around said arm as if it were his most prized possession. The covers are pulled up all the way to his ears, and he is pressed so tightly against her side it is a wonder he can breathe at all. She smiles and rolls her eyes; this silly southern boy, not at all equipped to handle the Zephran winters. She is loath to wake him, loath to pull her arm away when he has buried his face into her shoulder, but the numbness is becoming unbearable.

"Vax?" she whispers, jiggling her shoulder a bit. "Vax, wake up."

He grumbles, turning his face into the mattress. She rolls her eyes again. "Vax." She stretches her free hand across to pull gently at his ear. "You have to let go."

"Cold," he murmurs, holding on tighter.

So brave, her beloved assassin, so fearless and gallant. "Vax." He ignores her, and now she must take drastic measures. She lets her fingers trail down to the soft spot at the crook of his neck, and softly, so softly, she begins to wriggle her fingers, tickling the place she knows him to be extremely sensitive.

The effect is immediate. His head crunches down to meet his shoulder and his eyes fly open. "No!" His vise-like grip on her arm releases as he begins to swat her hand away, his breath coming quick and sharp as he compulsively laughs. "Stop...devil...I can't..."

She continues for a few extra seconds, just to punish him, before giving him a respite from her torture. She immediately snatches her arm back, massaging the length of it and bracing for the excruciating pins and needles sensation she knows to be coming. "Finally."

Vax pouts. "That was mean."

"Next time you'll wake up, won't you?"

Vax burrows deeper under the covers, pressing himself into her side once more. "Your town is too cold."

Her arm prickles painfully, but she still turns onto her side to curl herself around him, his face now pressed into her chest. "It's your town too," she whispers.

She feels him smile. "Yes, it is."

She presses a kiss to the top of his head, and despite the torment of the blood rushing back through her veins, she holds her frozen love close and drifts off to sleep once more.