#vox machina pike x reader

[seb-reads31]

Hey, saw you wanted some angst, and that you write for Vox Machina. How about a short story where Pike sees her s/o killed while they all fight a necromancer, only for her s/o to be raised as a zombie?

Cautions - death, resurrection (this is gonna be gruesome), very harsh detailing, me guessing how a necromancer brings people back to life 💀, lots of unaliving, not short but I don't apologize

Genre - angst (no fluff) HAHAHAHA

Type - oneshot (someone give me a lesson on the different versions of fics, cause I don't think this is right 😭)

Comments - Omg ily 😍 this is gonna hurt my soul, and poor Pike, but it'll be great ✨ (I'm actually gonna start working on that Bhaal worshiper reader eventually, sorry about that! 😭) and the reader is a paladin of sorts, much like Pike, but it's implied mostly. Takes place before season 1?

Undead love

There was so much happening, and it was almost deafening. Blades hitting blades, yelling, cursing, spells being cast, cries of pain.

Fighting a necromancer wasn't entirely new for Vox Machina, having fought undead before, just not the person who makes them rise in the first place. It was.. disturbing, to say the least. Not to mention the stench of death surrounding the party, not that anyone had any time to really smell it anymore.

Vox Machina was brought here for a little extra gold, to figure out why there were so many disappearances in a small village. As the group searched, there were rumors being spread that there was a villager that was exiled due to studying dark magic. And with enough asking around, the group found themselves in a graveyard surrounding a small hut, it nearly covered in dead flora.

It was eerie, but as the group approached, the fight began. Skeletons and partially rotted bodies pulled themselves from the ground, worms and dirt covering them as they charged the group, some hobbling along slowly, but still put up a fight.

You and Pike worked together to put the poor souls to rest, like they should've been. The ones you could get to before the others, atleast. Keyleth did her best to restrain them so you and the gnome could do your thing, but the others were too busy trying not to get mauled or over run by the bodies.

After you had taken down all of the bodies, the creator of them stepped out of their cabin, and they weren't very happy to say the least.

What the villagers didn't tell your group was that this necromancer was very skilled in magical combat, as well as a sword.. so this was going to be a long fight.

Keyleth and Pike did their best to block any arcane shots or other spells, but couldn't get them all. You were always better at close ranged combat, so getting close to the necromancer was tough, but when you did it was even worse.

They had kicked you, slashed at you, tripped you, even some moves you've never seen before! And while you did your best to keep up, it was all for not when they caught you by the neck after they had stunned you by unarming you from your weapon.

You struggled against their grip, trying to kick and scratch your way away from the necromancer. Your party noticed immediately, Pike being the first to run towards you, screaming your name out, asking you to hold on a little longer.

But she was too late.

The necromancer pulled their blade back, then thrusted it through your chest, straight through your heart.

Pike stopped, watching as the necromancer twisted the blade, causing more and more blood to spill out as you screamed. You were begging through tears, begging for any god, your party, anything to save you from this pain.

The rest of the party stopped, tears pricking their eyes as they watched the necromancer play with you. The necromancer couldn't even give you the sweet release of a quick death, no, they drew it out which angered them all, Pike the most.

She didn't quite realize it, but tears were flooding down her face as she let out a pained yell alongside yours, rushing forwards to try and save you.

As she took her first step, the necromancer pulled their sword out of your chest, dropping your quivering body to the floor as they pointed their blade to your neck..

Pike stopped again, screaming out in horror as the necromancer plunged their blade into your neck, finally ending your life.

She fell to her knees, her shield disappearing in her sorrow. "N-No.. Starli-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before she threw up. She hunched over as she emptied her stomach onto the long dead grass, feeling weak and helpless.

The necromancer laughed before they began to dip their fingers into your blood on the ground, and.. drawing?

The rest of Vox Machina looked on in horror as the necromancer started to mumble in what sounded like old Latin. The markings they drew began to glow green, catching the attention of the grieving gnome several feet away.

The flow got brighter and brighter, the necromancer continued their mumbling as they stood again, using their blade to make a small gash in their palm, blood already dripping down.

They squeezed their cut open palm over your chest, where the wound was, and over some of the runes they drew before. The glow turned a deep red as it soaked into the ground, pulsing green yet again, signalling the spell had worked. Not that Vox Machina knew.

"Rise, my newest soldier, hear my orders!" The voice boomed throughout the forest, many flocks of birds nearby flying away out of fear, and shook Vox Machina to the bone.

Pike watched in a rekindled horror as you slowly rose again, a dead look in your eyes as blood dribbled down your chest, neck, and mouth. Your skin looked pale, the left over blood still pouring out of your wounds. Your eyes are glowing green now, showing that you were no longer there even if Vox Machina could see your body Infront of them.

"Y-you... Monster..!" Pike wasn't just angry, she was furious. Not only had the necromancer tortured you before they ended your life, but they refused to let you rest. How dare they?

She stood up, albeit on wobbly legs to confront the necromancer again. The rest of the party quickly can forward, standing beside Pike as they readied their weapons.

The necromancer only chuckled as they placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a command that Vox Machina would've never been prepared for.

"Kill them, but leave that little gnome there for last." They stepped back, but you charged forwards, towards Vox Machina with your weapon in hand.

Even though you had risen again just moments ago your fighting was still top notch, which nearly bested poor Grog, who was still shaking and not quite processing you coming towards him.

He did his best, but you were too quick, taking any chance to strike him, but it came to a stop when a mace struck your side, flinging you a good few feet away from Grog. But it didn't do much as you were back up on your feet almost immediately.

Grog was terrified, not because of you, oh no, he could handle you.. mostly. It was Pike, and how she used her mace against you. But everyone knew that there would be no getting you back, and Pike knew it, she just needed to get close enough to lay you to rest.

"I'm going to take care of them, the rest of you deal with the necromancer!" Her voice quivered, but she kept herself as composed as she looked in your unfeeling, glowing green eyes. She loved you, so much. But this needed to be done by her.

"Pike, you can't be-" Percy tried to interject, but Pike cut him off immediately. "No! I need to be the one to do this." Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, her brows turned upwards but filled with determination regardless.

No one dared to disagree, but they were all worried about Pike, especially as she was about to fight her now undead lover.

As much as everyone wanted to help, there was no changing her mind, no matter how much they wanted to. And so, they went and fought the necromancer, and let her put you to rest..

Pike kept a shaky but firm grip on her mace as she approached, her lip trembling as she looked you in your cold, hate filled eyes. As she took in a deep breath, you lunged, weapon in hand and ready to end Pike.

You were fast, too fast, but she's trained with you for too long to not know your moves. She knew your preferred weapons, the weight of them, the style, and how you used them against enemies. The only thing she didn't know was how you went for the kill, which threw everything she knew out the window as you threw a small knife at her.

She dodged it, turning her body to the left as it flew right by her throat. Pike would've done something back, but you swung your leg into her iron clad chest, knocking the wind out of her as she landed on the ground, mace forgotten somewhere along the dead ridden field.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath you jumped onto her torso, bringing a much sharper knife to her throat. Pike just barely grabbed your wrists before the blade was lodged into her neck, arms shaking as she tries to push you back. Her eyes mist over again, feeling the hatred burn from your eyes as you put all of your weight into inching the blade closer and closer..

"S-Starlight..." Pike begged, even though she knew you couldn't hear her. Her iron clad hands shook, the knife slowly inching closer to her throat. Even though you were trying to kill her, she couldn't help but see the kind soul that was always pushing her to do her best, to make sure she was okay after every fight. But that same face died, and would never smile at her again.

Now, she has to put you to rest. The last thing she ever wanted to do.

Using the littlest bit of strength she had, she moved the blade to stab the ground. Pike took one of her hands off of your wrist, placing it on your forehead, her hand glowing with that familiar, heavenly glow. "Rest, love, and may the Star Bright guide you to where you belong."

Your body slumped, the necromancer's magic forcefully being dissipated. Your once green glowing eyes return to their natural color, and your face that was once filled with anger now looks down at Pike with relief.

The dwarf leaned up, holding onto your still bleeding body as your movements slowed significantly. The dark magic that was being used to forcefully reanimate your body slowly seeping out, but that didn't stop you from bringing your cold blood soaked hand to Pike's cheek. Stroking it softly, you mouth the words 'I love you.'

Tears pricked her eyes, her hand reaching up quickly to cover yours as she muttered those three words back.

And with a soft smile, you close your eyes, letting your body go slack as you die yet again, in her arms this time. Never awaken and hold her close, to reassure her that you'll be alright, and that you both will survive.

[demigoddessqueens]

Babe I'm back with some more yandere requests and have more coming. Yandere vox machina headcanons where there darling gets kidnapped. They literally look away for like 5 seconds and they are just gone, like they were just yoinked

Yahooo!!!! 🙌💞🤲💕 gimme that goodness!! 🫨

Masterlist 11

Keyleth

Her worries and concerns are already heightened as is, but the anger and frustration cracks through to search for you. If this after the Aramente/Voice of the Tempest, no continent is safe in the search for you

Scanlan

He can have a vengeful side if need be, and you being taken away so swiftly warrants that. The gnome bard is very much a “punch first, ask questions later” type when it comes to you missing

Vex’ahlia

It was painstakingly obvious how much you meant to her, and with you kidnapped, the possessiveness has only grown. Too many good things have slipped away or almost slipped away from her, but she won’t let you be another one. It’s not a matter of if, but when she ultimately finds you.

Grog

All he can feel is the rage boiling through his veins at your disappearance. The others, especially Pike, are barely hanging onto him by a thread. The sooner you’re found, the better

Pike

A foolish choice on the kidnapper’s part to kidnap you from her, especially since she is a cleric for a Goddess of divine retribution! If you’re ever found, there’s no way Pike is letting you out of her sight(s)

Percy

“Soul is forfeit” dialed up all the way to a x10000! His anger and frustration is the entire mask for his overwhelming despair to where you are. Who dares to take you from him? How can he save this world if you’re not in it?

Vax’ildan

Oooh you know he’s abusing the heck out of that Champion privilege! Someone dumb enough thought to hurt the significant other of a literal death demigod?? He’d rather sooner see you safe before exacting retribution

[innocent-cat]

Hello darling! Is it okay to request a Vax x F!Reader x Percy (love triangle) one-shot? Where the reader is a human sorcereress from a noble family and somehow ends up with Vox Machina, only for Percy and Vax to develop feelings for her (or them, if you are more comfortable) a year later and become rivals and try to impress her.

I hope this isn't too weird! And it's fine if you don't want to do it! Have a wonderful day/night! Stay safe! 🤗💖

OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS i actually love this idea so much

Sorceress and noble????? OF COURSE SHE HAS TIESSS WITH THE DE ROLOSSS AND THATS WHY SHE JOINSNSMNNSNS

It's awesome you clarified gender! i only do non-b pronouns when someone doesn't specify the gender. Otherwise I am happy to write for male or female!

sorry im getting excited

Vax'ildan x Reader x Percival

Warnings - idk probably gonna lean towards my bbg percy, not so obvious love triangle, swearing, im literally gonna be using f/n and shit, I'm literally rewatching to remember how to write them as I write this so good luck reading my poor memory of characters, I will use she/her, FUCK I HAD TO USE [name] IM SO SORRY, timeskip because oh my god this is so long,

"Vox Machina's (least) favorite Sorcerer.", Vax x Reader x Percy

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[F/N] - Family Name

Lady Mystra - Goddess of magic/The weave

[Name] - I was too embarrassed to use y/n

Envonium - The name of the city you are a noble to (Sorry, couldn’t avoid it)

Twinned spell - A sorcery thing that allows a sorcerer to make one spell turn into two to attack two targets, never the same one twice in a row.

You come from a very rich cultured, religious, well mannered, prestigious and otherwise very dependent on magic kingdom. It only makes sense for such a huge part of the culture surrounding the beautiful city known as "The city of the weave", purely for its well known prestigious academies of magic, to have a generally magical culture. Many everyday tasks require magic, or it is commonly frowned upon to do some actions without it.

As a noble sorcerer yourself, your parents couldn't help themselves but give you the education you needed to become stronger as a magic wielder. They began your education at a young age, which proved a struggle for you to connect with companions and school partners who surrounded you. You were always disconnected from the reality of the lives of non-nobles. Other students seemed to feel the same way, and instead of adapting for you or explaining culture to you, they excluded you, making you an outcast in your own kingdom.

Lucky for you, your parents had many allies and peace treaties with those they were more powerful than or equal to, which happened to include the de Rolos. Once they learned of their children, one of which happened to be your age, Percy, they urged them to allow you, their only daughter, to meet Percival and his siblings.

Sadly, your exclusion in school made you awkward around him, and the two of you had trouble holding conversation for a very long time during your visit to Whitestone. It wasn't until your parents mentioned to Lady and Lord de Rolo the education they put you through so you could become a stronger sorcerer, that Percy warmed up to you and began to ramble about sorcery and wizardry, of which you knew much of both.

His curious personality led to conversations that lasted hours only asking the weave, which was tiring. When you began asking him questions back, he could not help himself but go on rants about science, history, and anything he remembered learning, which was a lot. The two of you had a rivaled education.

"That's... not really how the weave works. Where did you even hear that? That's absurd." You'd quip back at his stupid questions(At least, to you, they were stupid.), that you assumed were common knowledge.

"Well- in this book- it speaks of manipulating and changing the weave to cast spells." He was always defensive, quoting books directly and going as far as showing you the page.

With a sigh, "That book is decades old. You don't manipulate the weave, you pull it. Not even pull! It is a very delicate process." You knew it would be hard to explain, because you didn't quite understand it yourself yet.

Every summer, you would visit Whitestone until they suddenly stopped responding to letters, in which your parents cautiously chose to cut ties with the kingdom, without telling you. Whenever you'd ask about it, they'd hush you or change the topic. It confused you, but deep down, you knew they knew something about it.

Of course, this lets you down. You had begun to develop feelings for the boy who showed you kindness and bonded with you over something you were very prideful in. However, you eventually had to give up asking your parents questions about this, and continued your education in the weave.

Of course, your demanding parents practically begged you to practice your magic in real world experiences so you could be truly prepared. When you showed hesitation in doing such a thing, they only pushed harder- in fact, they packed your bags for you. They gave you a lot of gold for the road, a magic bag to hold everything needed, a change of clothes, food for a few days(Bread, cheese, water.), and a map. Not much, but they knew you were more than capable of making due.

Obviously, being a noble of the [F/N] family gave you a target on your back, but it wasn't much of a problem. It seems people underestimate you because you aren't armed with anything but a quarterstaff, but it takes no less than a chromatic orb or a fireball to kill them within seconds.

With background check over, you sit in a tavern.. :3

A group of loud, drunken, lowly mercenaries are shouting across the bar and asking for trouble with several strong looking city dwellers. You can tell they have no real experience in fighting other than bullying people for their money based on their muscles and lack of scars.

You try to ignore the banter, trying to get lost in a pint of beer as you sip on it, the woozy drunk feeling freeing you from an emotional state you get late into the night when left alone to think of your family, your people, and more importantly, all the books you had to leave behind to come here.

You're brought out of your thoughts as a table goes flying over your head, followed by a mug that hits your head, wetting you with the remaining alcoholic liquid left in the cup.

You quickly snap around, rubbing your now pounding head. You ready yourself to cast a spell strong enough to rival the sun against the dirty drunken party, but you realize it was one of the burly men who like to pretend to be tough who threw the table at you. You quickly change the direction of your twinned spell, making quick work of both of them as they fall stunned to the floor. The bar fight ensues as you knock the two of them out, an elf with dark and long hair defends you as another drunken man swings at you with a makeshift weapon. It seemed like it was a leg to a chair, but you couldn't tell in the blur of the quick paced fighting.

Once the quick turned fight ends, a female ranger announces to the barkeeper that 'Vox Machina' will pay back their tab in due time. You roll your eyes, and with a groan, you begrudgingly hand up a small bag of gold to cover their tab and look at the elven woman with an extremely annoyed face. She looks back, surprised you paid their tab, and even more so surprised you have the audacity to look at her with such a face.

A white haired, taller man looks at you with extreme shock. His face is familiar, but you know better than to stare, something he must have forgotten. Your face shifts into a less disgruntled face as the barkeeper speaks to you, thanking you for kindly paying the group's tab.

With the showy smile you were taught, you give him a soft and polite 'You're very welcome. Thank you for your hospitality.'

Your conversation with the barkeeper is cut short when the brunette, elven woman loudly asks you "And who the fuck are you?"

It sounded much more like actual curiosity than impoliteness, so you choose to not respond with the same tone, instead introducing yourself.

"[Name] [F/N]." (Guys im actually so sorry for having to do that, it feels taboo bc no one likes it) One side of you hoped they knew your family name for the sake of fear or authority, but the other hoped they didn't for the sake of having new beginnings.

Their gnome cleric seemed to be working your name out, familiarity reading on her face. You can tell it clicks when she looks up at you thinking of what to say, but she instead introduces herself and the rest of the party.

"Hi.. I'm Pike, this is Grog, the two similar looking elves are twins, Vex and Vax. The druid is Keyleth, and.. Scanlan is the guy pissing on the sign right now." As she speaks you can hear the encouraging smile on her face in her voice, her friendly introduction and personality persuading you to not judge or speak ill of Vox Machina.

You smile at all of them as she introduces them, except for Scanlan, your face rests in disgust watching the half nude gnome piss on a sign, then accidentally piss on a guard of the kingdom.

You turn expectantly to the one Pike seemingly forgot to introduce, the look of disgust still on your face. He seems startled you gave him the sour face, and you quickly fix it. You wave a beckoning motion at him to introduce himself.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III'' You finally realize who he is, and your face contorts to curiosity, but there's a small amount of disgust evident in it as well.

You have no clue what his family might have done to your’s for them to cut ties with his, but it couldn't have been good. Your mother always fought your father to keep as many allies as possible, and it was very rare for them to both agree on cutting ties.

Rolling your eyes at his long introduction, you cross your arms. The wisp of cold night wind swishes through your hair, as you feel it on your neck. You look up at him like scum under your foot, standing a distance of around 4 feet away from him.

"Do.. you guys know each other?" Pike asks you awkwardly, the rest of the party staring at the two of you awkwardly as well, noticing your repulsed face and Percy's face of surprise.

You scoff. "Know each other? No no.. we're only childhood best friends of neighboring kingdoms." Your voice seethes in sarcasm, your gaze not leaving Percy.

A new voice enters the awkward situation, the elven rogue, Vax, who protected you earlier.

"Yeah, you two really seem to be bonded to the core." His sarcasm matches your's, and you laugh softly, finally turning away from the silent Percy.

Walking towards him to converse, your face changes to a more smug than angry expression, your eyebrows still turned downward. The two of you banter for a moment before Scanlan awkwardly reveals a request for mercenaries.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I joined you, right? It's been a long while since I've been part of a party, and even longer since I’ve seen Percy." You ask Pike, who you assume is the leader of the party as she seems most responsible.

"It never hurts to have a few extra hands!" You can tell she's still dwelling on your interaction with Percy, as her tone is sensitive and her words practically dance around what just happened.

(Timeskip because theres literally a gap in writing in the show BECAUSE I DONT FUKCING KNOW WHAT TO DO HELP)

Waking up in the morning and climbing the stairs up to the ruler of Emon was a struggle, and you couldn't help but cast an ice spell to soothe the headache you currently had. Percy had tried to talk to you a few times, but you had shrugged him off at every opportunity. He opted to walk in the front of the group, conversing lightly with Vex and Keyleth.

It was nice talking to Vax so casually, as it wasn't an opportunity given to you often to speak informally. He gave you a few confused glances whenever you slipped up and started speaking formally, and you'd let out an awkward laugh and wave your hand in front of your face to try and get him to ignore it.

"So- what brings you to Emon?"

"My mother and father pushed me out of the kingg..domm.. I just want to practice my sorcery. I haven't really used it outside of learning it in practice." You trail off, when he gives you a weird look after mentioning your home.

"Oh. Really? That sounds.. wonderful. You seem a truly powerful sorcerer." He replies to you with an awkward smile on his face, trying to keep the conversation flowing with you as best as possible.

Once the party reaches the doors, Trinket, Vex's pet bear, stays on the outside of the doors with the guards. The party all make an awkward introduction, and you attempt to quip that you aren’t part of Vox Machina perse, but Scanlan quickly spoke over you in song, and went over you quite quickly, introducing you as “The sorcerer princess of the city of the weave!” And honestly? You had to admit it was better than anything you were expecting him to say about you, even if he had gotten some facts wrong.

A ‘punch in the gut’ feeling washed over you as you remember that you are a high status noble walking among a group of barfing, hungover mercenaries, and you look just as hungover as the rest of them. You quickly straighten yourself out and push around Vax with a soft ‘Sorry..’ and stand next to Percy, hoping to look better next to him, another noble. He seems surprised but ignores it, letting Scanlan bullshit you guys through the ‘meeting’ you had interrupted by walking in. Eventually, Emon’s ruler and a few advisers approve of your group saving the kingdom, in exchange for a very large box presumably full of gold coins.

You all quickly board the boat like aircraft, shuffling to stand near the railing, you find yourself standing next to Percy after not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on between Vex and Vax, opting to not seem rude or nosy. You of course, keep your space between you and him, and lean on the rail, debating on starting the conversation.

And you do.

“So.. what could the de Rolos have done to have angered the [F/N]s?” You ask, sarcastically, but genuinely curious.

Percy turns and looks at you with a face of bewilderment. “What did we do? What are you talking about?” Percy’s voice has anger lacing through it, and he wasn’t trying to hide it, but it’s not like he was trying to show it either.

“I mean, what did you guys do? Lord de Rolo stopped responding to my mother’s letters, and one day both mother and father refused to speak of Whitestone. It was like you guys did some horrible offense against lady Mystra, or, I don’t know, maybe betrayed one of our stronger alliances?” You dig deeper under his skin unknowingly, your face only showing confusion.

Percy’s stance changed, and he turned his body to face you. “My father stopped responding to your mother’s letters because he was murdered. They.. were all murdered. I ran from my kingdom, barely escaping my attackers, and I assumed you did your’s?”

Your mouth drops ever so slightly in shock, but you quickly close it. “I’m so sorry, Percy. I had no clue. I wish I could have convinced my parents to do something.. And no, I didn’t run from Evonium. My parents sent me away to become stronger.. I finally graduated from my academy.” Your eyes are glossy, as if hurt for Percy for what happened to his family. Your expression was soft, and pitiful. It almost completely contrasted the look you gave him at the bar, if it weren’t for that same pitiful look that knitted in your eyebrows as the wind blew against your face.

He turns away, unwilling to think about the look you had given him. He sighs. “It’s quite alright. I don’t blame you for assuming our families crossed one another. If I was in your position I would have done the same.”

You scoot closer to him, but leave room to breathe. You felt selfish for wanting to heal your relationship so fast, so you would let him choose when the wound was closed.

You felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but you tried ignoring it. Unaware it was Vax, you choose not to turn, and hope it was nothing. It seems he doesn’t want the wound to close at all, and he has a face that reads jealousy. He turns back to Vex, continuing their conversation and trying to shake off the feeling he had about you and Percy.

The ship shakes, and quickly levitates to the ground, a small wooden town ahead of you. The tents were torn, and burns were evident in the wood that kept the cloth up. It didn’t look like the work of a reckless wizard or sorcerer, and it seemed like it came haphazardly from above. You slowly walk down the aircraft beside Percy in silence. Scanlan makes some kind of sexual comment to the woman who brought us here, to which she ignores and promptly leaves without a word. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

You and Percy walk awkwardly behind everyone else, as Vax walks beside Keyleth, Pike next to Grog, and Vex next to Scanlan, which she was visibly upset about. However, she didn’t seem too upset as the two bantered sarcastically back and forth. The trail to the tents begins to go down hill, the path muddy and slippery. You try to hold onto Percy’s shoulder as you walk down, in which he drapes an arm around your waist in response to, trying to help support you, but it only brings you flashes of your childhood crush on him, and you fail to pay attention to the floor, despite having a staring contest with it.

You slip, falling backwards for only moments before Percy’s hand grips your hip, his arm already behind your back to support you, and pulls you back up. It was a pull with quick strength that was more of a reflex than an action, and it pulls you nearly face to face. You blush, and mutter a quick ‘Thanks, Percy.’, and he looks away with a quickly spoken, flustered, “Yeah! Yes. Of course.” as if he was trying to pull himself together. You pull away, but keep your hand on Percy’s shoulder until fully down the slope.

Vax turns around to look at the commotion, and he catches a glimpse of you blushing at Percy. He can’t help but scoff at it, and turns back around to talk to Keyleth, only really half talking to her, and her only really half talking to him.

[ittosthicknjuicyazz]

now im hyper fixating on vox machina

so send requests PRERTY PLEASR

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

I also havent finished season 3 so no major spoilers plss

[anonymousonlyanonymoud]

The Lost de Rolo

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

TW: Death and murder

Next Chapter

Chapter One: At the Start

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

And helped rid their friend of his literal inner demon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ciara de Rolo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah! And I let you shoot me!"

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

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

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

Percy sighed while placing his hands on the table,

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

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

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

Percy didn't have an answer,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The names of his friends, and Cassandra.

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

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

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

Again,

"Thinking about your sister?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Darling?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chaoticrage99]

Ngl I’m kinda nervous to post some of my writing but I want to know what you guys think. I will say that it’s not the best but I just like to write for fun so I hope you all enjoy my upcoming stories 😊

I’m gonna try to post tomorrow around noonish EST, so keep a look out lol

[athenaderiva]

What about a head cannon where the members of Vox Machina are sitting around when reader suddenly start to play with their hair?

Vox Machina x Reader

Reader plays with VM's Hair

Percy isn't quite sure how to respond when your fingers brush through his short hair, pushing it back out of his face. He tenses up for a moment, not used to something so tender. But when your fingertips drag across his scalp he relaxes, leaning back into your touch.

Vax is very happy the first time you touch his hair, twisting it around your fingers in an attempt to make it curl. The first time you braid it catches him off guard but he loves it, not taking his hair out of the braid until you want to brush it again (it's a curly mess).

Vex is a bit more hesitant at first. She likes to have her hair exactly where she puts it, so your gentle touch is almost unwelcome at first but she relents, because it's you. You gently brush her hair, humming a song your mother used to sing to you, and nobody dares disturb you. For once, Vex almost seems at peace.

Pike loved when you started to play with her hair. She loves the way your fingers drag across her scalp, almost as though you're trying to massage the tension away. She will always, always, make time for it after a mission.

Scanlan is surprisingly iffy about other people touching his hair. So when you do it for the first time, it takes a lot for him not to flinch away from you. After a while of you gently running your fingers through his hair on a morning, he settles into the new routine.

Keyleth is so happy when you start to play with her hair. She leans into your hand immediately, silently giving permission for you to do what you pleased. You twist it round your fingers, braid parts of it, brush it through, twist sections up into buns. It's a fun way for you to relax together.

[art-missy]

You were nocturnal. Weaker during the day and terrifyingly strong when the sun was set. You were always the one chosen to be the lookout when the party was sleeping in the wild. The dark, quiet and cold were childhood friends and where a common person would be frightened, you would be at ease, at peace.

So what were you doing sat in a field of sunflower in the middle of the day ?

Pike invited you in the light.

Sat right beside you, she was glowing. She was in her element while the light of the sun exhausted you. But it was fine as long as she was with you. You both might be from different worlds, your hearts belonged to the same place.

Turning her face in your direction, her sky blue eyes landed on yours and widened slightly.

"Oh shit !" she cursed. "Are you alright ?"

You blinked and looked at her with a neutral face but dazed eyes.

"You're blinding me," you said simply with a flat tone.

"Oh fuck— I'm so sorry !"

You were fine. She was the only light you accepted to be blinded and warmth with.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Vox Machina + Valentine’s Day

Percy De Rolo

Finds the whole holiday rather frivolous.

A whole day just to coo and moon eye at each other? Seems completely wasted.

But, he is a man of tradition. And traditions must be followed.

The obvious choice is jewelry. Something clean and elegant.

Or, if he was getting more in tune with the spirit of the whole thing, a music box. Hand crafted of his own design to play your song.

Vex

Incredibly flirty any other day of the week, so be prepared for it to be ten-fold.

Her mission in life for the day is to tease, taunt, and tempt her lover all day with her wiles.

Of which there are many.

The entire day would be like foreplay. Culminating in an almost violent passion of love making; followed by many other more gentle bouts.

Her gift would be an ornate arrow that she had carved out of one of her bolts, as a symbol of the cupid’s arrow that had struck her heart for you.

Scanlan

Never was a day more made for Scanlan.

Aside from being hopelessly addicted to ‘love’, Valentine’s day is a bard’s bread & butter.

A lot of coin to be made sing sweet songs to love struck couples.

He’d invite you to the inn he was playing at and dedicate a special song to you. One he wrote of course.

The rest of the evening is yours, where he’ll be at your mercy, for all the toe curling fun the two of you can cook up.

Vax

Genuinely forgets about the holiday. But he’s so suave that he plays it off like he hasn’t.

He forgot because he’s terrible with dates & holidays. Not that he doesn’t love you.

Vax thinks about you all the time, so one day out of the year didn’t even register to him.

Rattles off some silver-tongued lie about a surprise he had in store for you. One he is clearly making up as he goes along.

It works out in the end as he led you on some far fetched journey to the top of hill or tower, where he presents you with some night blooming flower he had snatched long the way (like he planned it).

Keyleth

Oh….our poor little turtle duck….

Extremely confident in the planning phase, but looses her nerve as the day comes around and she has to ask you to be her Valentine.

Wastes most of the day running away, or darting around corners, or babbling on as she can’t get her words out.

Eventually, she does. In true Keyleth earnestness.

Gives you a potted plant she grew on her own, and enchanted to always thrive & bloom. Like her feelings for you.

Pike

Happy to just be around you. No matter what day it is.

Pike loves her friends but they can be….a bit much. So a day with just the two of you would be wonderful.

Would like to, for once, do tourist-y things around the town your staying at. She never gets the chance.

Take a break to make a small offering to the Everlight for her loving comfort and her continued protection of you.

Makes a small cake for the two of you to share while you’re out. Grog was the official taste tester.

Grog

Has zero idea what Valentine’s day is.

He doesn’t get it. Doesn’t get what it’s about. Doesn’t get why this is a holiday.

Aren’t you supposed to tell someone you love them all the time? Are you supposed to be around them all the time too if you love ‘em?

Tries to play along, but is really a disaster at stuff like this.

Gives you a big bear hug and takes you out drinking. If your going to celebrate there’s no better way to do it than with ale!

[finn-writes-stuff]

Omg could you do that “chronic” headcanon but with grog, pike and scanlan? As someone with chronic pain I absolutely loved the other headcanons💕💕💕

Chronic (pt 2)

It is always easier to fall asleep with their arms around you. The request from the original post: are you still accepting headcanon requests ? if yes, please can I request having an s/o who has pain issues due to an old injury and struggles to sleep alone? with Percy, Vax and Vex if possible 🥺

Grog, Pike & Scanlan x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

I'm glad you enjoyed!! -Finn

Grog

You have never met a man who is a better cuddler. His arms are gigantic in order to hold you properly, he gives off heat like a furnace, and he is essentially an oversized teddy bear.

There is nothing more comforting than falling asleep wrapped up in his arms while he sleepily tells you about the latest fight he was in.

Depending on the nature of your pain, he may have advice that can help! He has taken more hits than he can count, and he hasn't always had people around that can heal them magically.

Look at the size of his hands and tell me he doesn't give the best massages. You would be lying. Sit in front of him and tell him about your day while he gives you a massage, he will be perfectly content.

He definitely has the desire to coddle you a lot when the pain gets too bad, but if you tell him to give you your space, he will. When he comes back, he will have some of your favorite food. This is the compromise.

Pike

Pike wishes so desperately that she could just fix the pain as she does with the party's injuries. There's some part of her brain that feels that if she can't help the person she loves the most, then what are her powers even for?

She makes up for this by looking into everything that might help you deal with the pain. Magical or mundane remedies, whatever you tell her helps you.

Falling asleep in your arms is something she really cherishes. It reminds her that you're safe and it gives her somewhere to feel safe herself.

She will stay up late just quietly chatting with you while you both fall asleep. Trading stories and laughing in a sleep-heavy voice.

Pike runs warm, and with the way she cuddles close to you, it's like having a heater in bed with you. It's incredible on cold nights.

Scanlan

"I"ve got something to take your mind off of it, baby" You have heard him say this far too often. It is his go to response and it is always accompanied with the most over dramatic, sleezy, wink.

He actually loves being able to just hold you though, so despite all the awful jokes he will make if you ask him to stay the night with you, he will relish the chance to cuddle with you if that's all it is.

Scanlan is the type to just draw shapes on your skin when you're laying with him. If you pay attention, you'll sometimes notice that he's tracing letters. Either sappy little messages for you or dirty pickup lines.

Lay on his chest and listen to him hum, it adds years to your life and it'll make him blush if you tell him how much you enjoy it. (Genuine sap and affection just does him in every time.)

The only problem of sleeping curled up with Scanlan is that he will sometimes shoot up to write down lyrics or music. Inspiration strikes as it will. He does his best not to disturb you.

[taste-of-the-divine]

ꕤ | Love Languages | TLOVM Headcannon

— VOX MACHINA : TLOVM x gn!reader

✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: headcannon, 623 words little wholesome headcannon about each character’s receiving love language!

vex’halia — you would have never guessed at first, but she’s enjoys physical touch quite a lot. elbow grazes, playing with each others hair, fixing clothing— vex’halia uses whatever excuse she can to put her fingers on you. she needs that reassurance, sometimes, that you’re there. soft kisses from her usually find their way from your lips to your neck, and she loves it when you return the favor with some teeth.

keyleth — you realize quickly that she seems particularly responsive to compliments, praise, and verbal affirmations. the response is usually a deep blush over her freckled face that you love so much. she looks adorable like that, so once in a while you pull her by the shoulders into your heat and whisper “atta girl, that’s right. you make me proud,” just to see her absolutely melt into you bubbling with incoherent sounds of flustered embarrassment.

vax’ildan — like his sister, he appreciates physical touch quite a bit. he’s enjoys brief touches though, as he’s not one for long periods of hugging or hand holding. but he enjoys the little kisses you give him as you walk by, and the way your hands squeeze his shoulders when he’s anxious. he particularly loves the feeling of your nails on any part of his body, though— you’ve learned that slow scratches in the right places are enough to keep him seated or laying around you for an extended while. you like to keep him in bed with you on lazy mornings with this technique.

scanlan — scanlan really enjoys quality time, actually. he likes to take you places, on dates and things, to show you new sights or to sing a song for you. he likes hanging out with you alone as much as he likes hanging out with you with everyone else, but he thrives off your attention. his heart swells when you sing along to his songs, almost as if you know them by heart, and he’s also written you countless ballads that he sings or hums to you every time he gets.

grog — grog is also pretty big on physical touch, but he’s huge on gifts. he keeps any little trinket or gift you give him in a little pouch that hangs by his waist, hoarding them until it gets too heavy sometimes and he has to leave a few home for safekeeping. then, he spends a whole day deciding which to leave home because they’re all so precious to him because they’re from you, and he wants to keep them with him all the time. it takes a few bear hugs and reminders that you’ll always be right next to him to give him more gifts before he can relax.

pike — pike is an acts of service kind of gal— she notices and is subtly appreciative of your love. you fold her clothes and leave it at the edge of the bed once, and after saying a thank you, she walked into the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea or coffee. another time you cleaned her everlight shrine, and she was beaming for days after, boasting happily about the comfortable space and claiming that her connection with the everlight was stronger than ever.

percy — percy enjoys quality time a lot, particularly so he could still do work in his workshop. often times, you’d be in the room sitting somewhere with him in his peripheral as you read a book. besides the sounds of clinking metal as he tools with his pepper box, it’s quiet�� quiet and peaceful. but he likes to be able to look up and see you there, oftentimes. your presence calms him whenever he felt the pull of orthrax.

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[seb-reads31]

Could you write some scenarios where the Vox Machina ladies are trying to listen to their Artificer S/O explain their invention, and just not understanding a word they're saying?

Tw's - me hinting that the reader is a caffeine addict,

Type - head canons

Genre - fluff

Comments - Awww, this sounds cute 🥹🥹 I'll try and work on the other Vox Machina series I started I swear 😭 (this is a gn!reader) let me know if you like the dialog or if it doesn't sound right, decided to try something 🤷

Uh.. That's very nice dear..

Keyleth

- Keyleth, my sweet baby, understands nothing

- She's sitting in a chair or on your bed in your little makeshift workshop, oggling at the contraptions and gadgets all around the room

- She tries to pay attention as you explain your newest invention.. uh.. she knows what it is just give her a second-

- She mostly nods along, trying to keep up with you while you're going a mile a minute, you had obviously had stayed up far too long and drank too much coffee

- She does ask you to repeat several things, but she loves it when your eyes light up when she finally clues in and understands a bit more

- Some things she won't ever understand completely, but she's happy with knowing you're happy with your rambles to her <33

"Hm? Oh- uh, yes! I'm still listening! Just.. uhm.. could you explain this part to me a little better? I uh, didn't get it fully.. hehe.."

Vex'alhia

- She sort of understands?

- She knows enough from Percy getting on a tangent or needing assistance with his gadgets that she can understand your half awake-half caffeinated rambles

- She might even take notice of something that might cause your invention to fail and will point it out

- Or she might not, just to see it poof and see how goofy you are lmao

- But all in all she is probably the best to ramble to

- She definitely looks for parts you mentioned you needed or thinks you might want/need while they're adventuring

"Yes, love, while this new trinket of your looks very great, this component here will cause it to misfire. Hmm, maybe I should be an artificer? That would certainly be handy."

Pike

- Kinda like Kiki, she has no idea what you're talking about

- She does, however, take great interest in your inventions

- She even asks you how to make something, like a music box to start with

- She loves learning about your craft and she adores the happy glint in your eyes when she first asked you if you could teach her

- She loves learning, she's a little nerdy even though she seems super stronk on the outside

- She obviously doesn't make the music box right the first couple of times, but she doesn't let it deter her!

- When she does finish it and tests it, she secretly enlists Scanlan's help to make a little music sheet to run through the music box

"Hmmm.. Hey, starlight? Can you help me with this part here? It doesn't want to fit and I'm a little afraid to break it, hehe.."

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there so hear me out, male reader comes back from a mission with Vox Machina and as they're relaxing without even realizing it reader falls asleep on their thigh. After a nice good sleep the reader wake up an looks at them and says "You have some nice thighs"

this is so flirty 😆 but it’s vibes so well for them

Masterlist 11

Vex’ahlia

Oh tell her more please! Will stroke her hand along her thighs, asking what you like the most about them, tracing her fingers along your face too

Scanlan

Praise him anymore and his head is get bigger, makes a show of it especially if he tries to entice you with a new song

Pike

Arms crossed over your head as she dishes out some admirations made about you too, “two can play at this game”

Percy

A but taken aback by your forwardness but is also smug about your compliments, maybe a bit of a tease back

Vax’ildan

Given one his nicknames is “string bean”, he’s gonna ride out your compliment as long as he can, flexing his thighs if you’re nearby

Keyleth

She’s trying so hard not to blush but your compliments make her heart race, also stringing along her form of a compliment towards you too

Grog

He lets it go entirely to his head, purposely flexing them in front of you or over emphasizing

[innocent-cat]

Sort of, but not really, a crossover between The Legend of Vox Machina and The Owl House

Headcanons for how you think Vox Machina would react to having a member who is a witch (that suffering from a curse like Eda’s) from the Boiling Isles? Rather it’s about learning more about their magic or helping them manage their curse?

I love this idea, and i'm also trying to get through all the requests in one day so watch me do a magic trick guys

Vox Machina x TOH Magic Reader

Warnings - none

"The fuck do you mean you have a bird curse?", Vox Machina x Reader

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Head canons!!!!

OBVIOUSLY when they first learn about it they're all like

"Is there a cure??"

"Does it hurt you:(?"

(Only Pike Vex and Keyleth ask if it hurts you..)

(It's okay cus the boys are immediately asking about how to make the potion)

Once they realize that since you've settled for the potions, it's usually top priority to restock your potions when they go shopping.

"You sure you have enough?? We might not get another chance to shop!"

They're too caring for their own good sometimes

When your curse DOES erupt, Keyleth keeps you down with vines while they bottle feed you the yellow liquid.

Sometimes they'll purposefully not give it to you when you guys are going on some dangerous adventure so your curse snaps during battle.

real clutch when you guys are all about to die

Grrr woof woof

OTHER than that, you're a wild witch, so you have all kinds of magic.

Percy is he only one who's even heard of the boiling isles, unsurprisingly.

"Is it really a titan you all live on?"

"Yes. It is."

So so so many questions about it all.

You have a small amount of sludge with you for abominations, so you've been letting them simmer so they get bigger.

A lot of times they think you're weird for it, but you have to explain it for a few times till they have a "ohhh" kind of reaction

Scanlan defo bonds with you over your bard magic.

":O???? YOU TOO???"

You just kind of look at him confused until you laugh at his hand magic.

expect duets during battles so he can pitch in more.

Keyleth likes how connected you are with animals, she feels like it gives you two more to connect about

"Have you heard about what happened to Benard?"

"Which one? The wolf or the rabbit?"

"The rabbit. He cheated on Lani."

"Gasp”

They also have you fix stuff a lot around the house just because you can control mud n stuff.

you 100% throw mud at them when they say stupid shit

"Yeah so this girl I f- god damn it- why?!"

Scanlan hates it, everyone loves it

win-win

You also lend a huge hand when it comes to healing.

literally pike 2.0 with your shields n stuff

you trick them with your illusion magic.

"Wait- i thought you were going to the woods?"

You look at Vax, staring at him for 5 seconds.

"Hello??"

*poof.*

"Not again!"

They learned about your psychic ability recently when Vex asked about your necklace.

"What's that, birdy?"

You touch your necklace, rubbing the glass orb on the centerpiece.

"What are you doing?" (You said it in sync with Vex.)

"Its a Oracle orb." You smiled and went on a little rant about it.

they all call you birdy because of your feathery curse.

They defo make you predict battles and ask what theyre supposed to do about losses.

"Why would I know? Change it yourself, duhhh"

Keyleth loves your plant magic because when she speaks with your vines, flowers, grass, or trees they all sound and act like you.

"They're like your little babies! haha.."

lots of smiles and laughs from her.

You teach them how to make certain potions because you think it'll help them.

For example, you gave Vex a potion that'll make her more charismatic and she cleared a tab for all of you guys for free.

Could have been her natural charisma, but who knows.

i forgor about grog oops

[pubbybutch]

May I request Vex, Pike, and Keyleth with a GN S/O who is kind of an idiot? Like they're stupid strong but if something complex is being discussed you can just see the thousand yard stare and the stupid grin as they imagine themselves doing literally anything else? And, being more brawn than brains, they have to bail them out of their bad plans. Who wants to fist fight a dragon? I DO!

VOX MACHINA X Dumbass (affectionate) Reader Head Canons

Thank you very much anon for your ask, I’m sorry this took forever! 💚💚💚

Vex 

Vex always knew that the lights were not all on upstairs, and she knew it would bite the entirety of Vox Machina in the ass. 

The first night she really realised how extreme your lack of common sense is, has you pitted against two half-orcs with some ties to some big thing in Wildemount (you didn’t quite catch whatever it was they said), two against one and with both your opponents skilled and highly trained fighters the outcome was plainly inevitable.

 So now here you sit, slumped over a chair, Vex rubbing your back soothingly her deft hands easing your breathing as you recover from being winded, a fierce punch to your stomach having completely squished the air from your lungs and was that pain in your side a broken rib? 

That's the first time Vex really notices. But now she knows how your mind works or perhaps doesn't work, she just sits and waits for you to fuck up enough to call to her for help or to fall onto the stool next to hers.

After ANOTHER repeat of your shenanigans, she ends up recruiting Vax to aid her in carrying your exhausted and very passed out body up the stairs of the parties tavern of choice and getting you situated on a bed.

Vex opts for the windowsill. She always does when this happens. Letting you take the bed to hopefully help in the recovery process and lessen the effects of tomorrow’s guaranteed hangover. 

Sleep doesn't come easy as Vex jolts up at every unconscious groan that escapes your lips as you turn in your sleep and pain popping up due to the movement. You dumbass, of course you wouldn’t win. Complete dim-wit, her dim-wit.

Keyleth

Looking on at the mess that you had managed to create in the kitchen of Greyskull Keep was exactly when her suspicions were confirmed. Suspicions may not be the right way to describe it, despite how much has flown over her head in the past Keyleth was nearly certain that you were as reckless as… well something that was big and reckless and maybe just a little bit idiotic. 

And the penny finally dropped in her mind.

She has often tried and failed to hold you back from a fight after someone (usually some pretentious elven dickbag) bad-mouths her in the street, resulting in a fight that can only be described as completely avoidable.

Keyleth supports as much of your weight as she can when you get knocked out, attempting to get you out of the fray as quickly as possible, but she can barely drag the two of you behind a crate in a side alley.

You can almost always count on coming back to consciousness while Keyleth is doing her best to stop the swelling on your eye and trying to make sure your not bleeding internally.

She is so goddamn concerned for you, please stop scaring her like this.

Pike

At this point Pike accepts that anytime you head out for a day of merrymaking (aka getting fucking black-out drunk in a tavern or two) she’s gonna be exhausted and have no spells left before you even get to sundown.

When you go unconscious, which is only inevitable, Pike always beelines towards you regardless of what is going on around her. Ignoring or brushing off any hits she may get in the process, she tanks through to get to you as quickly as she possibly can.

Even if she gets down to her last little cure wounds you can be guaranteed that she’ll save those spells for you if she can (much to the dismay of one Scanlan Shorthalt, his grumbles and annoyed mutters of ‘those should be my spells…’

As soon as you’re stabilised and safe-ish, you’re slung over her shoulder and Pike clangs her way through the destruction and chaos of the street-turned battlefield outside the pub, pushing past and far enough away so that you’re safe. Ignoring the shouts of Percy's pained yelps as his pepperbox explodes in his goddamn hands and Minxie doing her best to swipe a giant paw across someone’s torso, Pike always tries to get you outta there if she can.

Avoiding resurrections is of utmost importance when it comes to her sweetheart.

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The Lost de Rolo Chapter Two

Scries and Answers

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After that morning's revelations and decisions, Vox Machina began preparing for their next journey.

Grog, Scanlan, Vex, and Trinket had all gone to the shopping district of Emon to stock up on healing potions, weapons, and whatever else they thought they would need before setting off. But what surprised everyone, was when Vax had declined to go with them.

They may tease him about the flirting between himself and Gilmore, but there was a genuine friendship between the rogue and sorcerer.

So, it felt a bit worrying that Vax was not jumping at the chance to see Gilmore and only gave a half-hearted reason to go to the temple.

Vex had eyed her brother, giving him a look that said 'We will talk about this later,'

Vax responded with one of his own that told her, 'I know,' as he trailed after Percy and Pike.

The three of them walked in silence, Pike's armor being the main sound as they made their way toward the Temple.

The rogue hung back at the end of their little train, his feet feeling like lead as they drew closer to the temple.

He was happy that Percy would get answers for his sister, Vax truly was. What worried the half-elf was the question he needed to ask, and the answer he may receive.

When they entered the temple, there were the usual groups of worshippers praying to Sarenrae and speaking with the clerics mingling around.

Pike weaved her way through the worshippers, stopping before the familiar elderly man dressed in the robes of Sarenrae and thinning hair on the top of his head,

"Father Tristan,"

"Pike Trickfoot. We welcome you and your friends here," The man said while giving the gnome a slight nod,

"Thank you, Father. We need your assistance on a private matter,"

Father Tristan looked between Pike and the two behind her, his eyes squinting a bit at Vax and Percy before nodding and leading them away from the main hall of the temple.

When they were separated from the rest of the groups, Father Tristan asked what they needed,

"I'm sure you've heard of the latest escapade that we went on," Percy said to which the cleric nodded,

"Yes. The tale has spread about your victory against those unholy creatures that subsequently freed our Sovereign and an entire city from their control," He said, "Many have come to pray for those recently freed. For the Everlight to assist Lady Cassandra as she leads your people through the rebuilding of Whitestone, My Lord,"

At first glance, it would seem like hearing himself being referred to as 'Lord' had little effect on Percy. But both Pike and Vax saw him make a small, jerking flinch that went unnoticed by those around them.

Percy managed to clear his throat,

"I... thank you, Father. I will be sure to inform my sister of the support we have here with the Everlight's followers," He straightened his shoulders and began their business as to why they had come.

The older Cleric listened to why they were seeking his help, a frown forming as Percy came to the end of their tale,

"We are aware that the source we got the information from is possibly the most unreliable out there," Vax said, 

"That is true," Replied the Cleric, "Though, I can understand the need for truth in this matter,"

Father Tristan went silent for a long moment, deep in visible thought as he pondered the situation before saying, "I shall do what I can to assist you, My Lord. But, am I correct in assuming you have nothing that connects to your sister? No objects or clothing that would have belonged to her?"

Percy shook his head, "No. Everything that belonged to my family was destroyed years ago,"

"I see," Father Tristan hummed, "That will make scrying difficult,"

"But not impossible?" Questioned Pike, a hopeful tone lighting her voice,

"No. Not impossible," He replied.

Father Tristan continued his conversation with Pike and Percy, but Vax had distanced himself from the trio. 

The rogue found himself standing before the main altar of Sarenrae and stared up at the image of the Everlight. 

He was never one for prayer, especially since he and Vex'ahlia had returned to Byroden and were told that their mother had been killed. But recently... Vax has been unsure as to where to turn for answers.

Ever since the feast, since Sylas Briarwood had used him as a blood bag, Vax had been having...

Dreams? Visions?

It always happened when he was asleep, but they never felt like dreams.

Vax, when he went to sleep, would fall. However, it wasn't like falling from a cliff. It was more like... Sinking into a pit of honey.

But instead of honey, it was soft feathers that gently lowered him toward into a dark, endless void that was filled with shadows. Shadows that were illuminated by streaks of gold that flew illuminated the darkness.

There would be a gold streak circling around him, weaving up from the ground before becoming level with his chest and branching out in two directions.

The first found its way around a group of people Vax recognized easily as Vox Machina, illuminating their faces with its gold light while a small section branched off to circle tightly around Vex'ahlia.

Vax would always try to walk towards his friends, but the second streak would always pull him back, tugging him further into the darkness until his friends, his family, were no more than a small, golden light in the distance.

He would then be faced with who was on the other end, but could never make out who it was.

This figure would be clouded in a black energy with an electric purple hue that reminded Vax of Delilah Briarwoods' magic. 

Vax would stare at the figure, unable to make out anything other than emerald green eyes that peered at the half-elf through the magic surrounding them. 

The rogue would try to catch a glimpse of the face behind the haze, but his concentration would be broken by the croaking call of ravens as a pale, masked face loomed over the both of them.

Vax would jolt awake in a cold sweat after meeting the dark holes of the mask were eyes were supposed to reside.

He'd been unable to make sense of, whatever these things were. But, Vax needed to be sure this was nothing in relation to the Briarwoods. 

Delilah Briarwoods had been a damned necromancer, it didn't seem beyond the realm of reason for her to be able to reach out to the living. And if she were trying to make some kind of connection with the living world through Vax, the half-elf needed to find out how to severe it before she succeeded,

"Hey, Stringbean?" Vax tore his gaze off of the Everlights image and looked down at Pike who returned his gaze with worry, "You okay?"

He glanced back up at the altar before responding,

"Yeah, Pickle, I'm okay. Just thinking things over,"

His friend looked unconvinced, but temporarily dropped the subject and pointed to where Father Tristan and Percy stood,

"If you're sure. We're ready to start,"

The room Father Tristan led them to was dimly lit with candles as a bowl of what Vax assumed was Holy Water sat on a small table.

The older Cleric stood at one side of the table while the members of Vox Machina stood at the other,

"This may take a moment," He murmured while focusing on the water, "And as I said before, Lord de Rolo, this may not work,"

"I understand," 

Vax could see Percy's fists clench at his sides.

Father Tristan began speaking down toward the Holy Water, casting a spell that made it glow as the surface shimmered.

There was a blurred image shown that began to fade as soon as it appeared, prompting the Cleric to renew his spell with vigor. His eyes scrunched in concentration as Percy grasped the edges of the table with shaking hands.

Pike rested her hand against Percy's, and the Lord glanced down at her. The gnome offered an encouraging smile then turned toward the water, prompting Percy to the same as Vax came to stand beside them.

The water's surface was still blurred, but it slowly began to clear after a few excruciating minutes to show them the image of a young woman with striking white hair that was pulled back into a loose braid,

"Is that her, Percy?"

Percy didn't answer Pike as his gaze was fixated on the image before them.

Vax stared at the image from over his friend's shoulder, studying what was shown in the water.

The woman was walking down a crowded street that looked familiar to Vax.

He'd walked that street before, looking for the people who were after his sister. 

Vax had followed a dwarf with a staff made of tongues into that building.

Vax had walked down that street, away from that building with a threat looming over his head, while the new brand on his back burned under his cloak. 

The group watched the image in the water as the woman, whom Vax assumed was Percy's sister, entered a tavern that the rogue recognized.

But as Ciara stepped inside, the image flickered and blurred before fading completely, showing only their reflections in the water,

"No! No!" Percy's head shot up and his eyes landed on Father Tristan, "Bring it back! The image! That was her! Bring it back!"

The Cleric shook his head with a weary sigh, "There is something blocking my sight, My Lord. I'm afraid that I am unable to-"

"Try! Please just-"

"Percy!" Pike was now between Percy and the table. The gnome grasped his hands tightly as she said, 

"Percy, for an image to be disrupted like that- Something had to have disrupted it,"

"But we didn't see anything, Pike!" He exclaimed, "We only saw her walk into a damned building! And we don't even know what or where that is!"

"I know where that is," Everyone turned toward Vax who had slunk back into the shadows of the room, "I know that place,"

Percy reached Vax in two steps and grasped the rogue's arms, "Where is she, Vax?"

The half-elf remained silent for a long time before carefully peeling Percy's fingers from his arms,

"Westruun,"

"Westruun? Are you sure?" Pike questioned, "I don't recognize where-"

"Pike," The serious tone of his voice had her cutting off, "I know that area. It's in Westruun,"

Percy stepped away from Vax, his shoulders dropping in relief, "Westruun is only a day's journey from here. Ciara is closer than I could have ever imagined,"

"There is a darkness about her, My Lord. Even through the scrying I could see it," Father Tristan added, "I'm unable to discern what caused it, but don't imagine your sister has had a good life,"

The members of Vox Machina all tensed as each of them remembered a smoking demon made of shadows that had made itself known underneath the Castle of Whitestone.

A harsh sigh left Percy as he began pacing the room while violently tugging at his hair,

"But she is alive! And we know where she is!" He whipped his gaze toward the older cleric, "And right now, that's all that matters to me!"

With those last words, Percy stormed out of the room, the door slamming against the wall as he left.

Pike sighed while gently clasping her symbol of Sarenrae before apologizing to Father Tristan,

"We do appreciate the help, Father, truly," The Cleric waved his hand in a slight dismissal,

"I can understand his frustration, Pike Trickfoot. Though I do not appreciate it being thrown at me,"

Pike apologized a second time and made to leave the room, but stopped when she saw that Vax hadn't moved,

"You go on a head, Pickle," He said, flashing her a tight smile, "I'll catch up,"

Worry was still visible on her face as she nodded and exited, leaving Vax and Father Tristan.

The Cleric tilted his head, "Is there more assistance required of me?"

Vax sighed, pushing off of the wall to stand more in the center of the room,

"Yes. I am, worried that the Briarwoods have, left some kind of mark, or, connection to me," He said, then began explaining the dreams, or visions, he'd been having.

Father Tristan listened carefully to what Vax told him and thought for a long while before agreeing to check for any dark arcane energy that maybe clinging to him.

He placed his hands on either side of Vax's head and murmured a few words as the symbol around his neck began to glow. 

A divine energy began to pulse through Vax and he felt a warmth fall over him. It wasn't invasive like Sylas' charms had been, but it was more like a friend welcoming him home, a secure embrace that made him feel safe. But, despite the warm feeling, it still felt uncomfortable having someone else in his head so soon after the Briarwoods.

It lasted about five minutes, then Father Tristan let his hands fall to his side as Vax released a breath he had been unconsciously holding.

He blinked a few times and looked at the Cleric, fearing the worst as Tristan began to speak,

"I can say with absolute certainty that there is no dark magic left by those unholy creatures," The weight on Vax's shoulders immediately lifted.

But it came back crashing down on him with Father Tristan's next words,

"There is, however, someone watching you," Vax stiffened, "But there is no darkness within this gaze. I cannot say who, but there gaze is, divine, in nature,"

Feeling more confused and uneasy than before, Vax questioned,

"Why would something like that be watching me?"

"I cannot answer that, Vax'ildan. I have a feeling, that the answer will be one you must decipher for yourself,"

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The small tavern was quiet when Ciara de Rolo entered. But what surprised her was the fact that it was empty. Even though it was about midday, there would be some signs of life roaming about.

But at first glance, it seemed like Ciara was the only one there.

However, there was a man sitting in a darkened corner, the red glass of his monocle glinting at her through the low light,

"You were almost late," He tsked, "You know how dangerous it can be, to be late,"

Ciara said nothing as Spireling Shenn stood and began making his way toward her.

The man towered over Ciara as he stepped directly before her,

"Oh, why so quiet? I do love our chats,"

She dared not move and carefully forced out,

"You called me. That means you have a job,"

Shenn's face twisted into a smile, "Down to business as usual, Little Bird. Very well, very well,"

The Spireling straightened up and motioned for her toward the table,

"Sit. Have a drink and we'll discuss what I need from you,"

Ciara pursed her lips, closed her eyes, counted to ten, then sat across from the Spireling and braced herself for the long, drawn out meeting she would be forced to sit through.