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What never made sense to me was Syldors' hate for Vex and Vax. YOU fucked a human, and yet you're angry that they're half?? It takes two to tango.
Ripley taunting Percy that his friends will never understand his genius and he is dying to tell her, someone his intellectual equal, all about his inventions... meanwhile knowing that on the outskirts of market there's a young man with golden hair working on his own inventions dreaming of having a friend to share in his adventures.
probably won’t finish this, its still pretty rough and I just don’t have the time, so here, happy valentines day from Perc’ahlia. “Darling, Take the mask off”.
Vax'ildan was so worried. He noticed the slight wince at each movement you made. He noticed the slight hitch in your breathing. He noticed the slight frown on your face when you thought people were not looking. When it came to you, Vax'ildan always noticed.
Vax'ildan was also somehow scared. Scared that you would shut him out the very second he would brought the subject of your wound on the table. He knew how stubborn you were, how you would roll your eyes at his concerns and wave him off. He knew you would scowl at him if he talked to Keyleth or Pike about the wound you were obviously hiding.
Somehow, he also felt slightly offended that you underestimated his observations skills. But he must admit that your acting skills deserved the highest praises. He watched you drinking and laughing with Grog and Pike from afar, a thoughtful frown on his face. People were still celebrating in the inn and alcohol was still on everybody's tongue. He observed you taking very small sip of your drink, not even flinching when Grog patted your back. And he waited. He knew you'd excuse yourself very soon.
And ten minutes later, like he predicted, you stood up from your chair to ascend the stairs leading to the rooms of the inn. He swiftly and discreetly followed you. But he was apparently not careful enough because the moment your hand grabbed the doorknob, your reflexes kicked in and you threw a dagger in his direction. He dodged it and the weapon stucked in the wall behind him.
"Fierce as always, love," he chuckled.
You just sighed and went in your room and of course, he followed you. You knew that it was useless to try to stop him since he was as stubborn as you were.
"I don't need any of your speeches," you hissed, walking towards the room's bathroom.
"Alright," he said simply, his steps still following yours.
"Nor any of your mockeries or lessons."
"Very well."
You casually lifted your top and slowly took off your used bandages. Without any words, Vax'ildan grabbed the alcohol and wordlessly disinfected your injury, ignoring your glare. He felt you tensing under his touch as he cleaned your skin.
"I could do it myself," you muttered.
"I don't doubt that."
He looked up at you and saw you rolling your eyes. He hold back a chuckle and grabbed a new clean bandage to wrap it around your wound.
"Please, don't worry me like that," he murmured.
"What did I say about speeches and lessons ?" you sighed.
"It is a request, love," he said as he finished taking care of your gash.
You looked up at him and if Vax'ildan wasn't so observant, he would have missed how your eyes softened slightly.
"Very well," you scoffed with a fake haughtiness. "Your request has been heard."
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. He then took your hand and led you to the bed, laughing quietly at your heatless glare.
"You'll see Pike in the morning," he said and rolled his eyes when he heard you huffing. "And it is non-negotiable."
Masterlist
THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA
Vax'ildan
Drabbles : wounded, inebriated flirt, no word
Percival
Drabbles : gaze, home (ask), journal
Scanlan
Drabbles : accident, swapped
Keyleth
Drabbles : cuteness, clumsy
Pike
Drabbles : headstrong, masochist
Grog
Drabbles : pout, sparring
Vex'ahlia
Drabbles : who ?, falling
"Give them back."
You looked down from the ceiling beam you were sat on to see Percival's little frown that you found endearing.
"But you look so cute without them on, dearest." you chuckled to which he sighed.
Percival's irritated scowls were more visible without his glasses on and you were always the first one to admire them. His green eyes seemed to shine as he glared in your direction and your lips wanted to kiss the quiver of annoyance that animated his. You wanted to smoothe the crinkle between his brows. You wanted to caress the fair skin of his cheeks.
You loved when his face was so expressive. He was a piece of art that you wanted to keep for yourself and admire until the end of your days.
"I don't have time for your mischiefs," he groaned and started pacing under you.
"Well I do," you chuckled.
He stopped pacing with an annoyed huff, looked up at and froze. He saw badly without his glasses, but he could see your legs swaying above him and feel the intensity of your gaze on him. He could almost feel how your pulse quicken when your eyes met his. He felt like he was on the middle of the stage of a theatre and your eyes were the totality of the audience and the lighting. You had the unique talent to irritate him and to make him nervous.
"I can see your eyes better without your glasses on."
The awe and reverence in your tone rose goosebumps in the back of his neck and reddened his ears. Percival felt flustered under your eyes. Your pupils were relishing the sight of his breathing hitching.
"Please Percy, let me admire you."
"Don't sigh," you grumbled, your eyes rolling.
"I'm not sighing," said Pike while healing you.
Pike knew you were stubborn and headstrong. The suddenness of your actions often led her to a sick amount of worry for you. No matter how much she begged you to be careful, you always waved her concern with a scoff. The annoyed scowl on your face said it all.
"I'm just saying that—"
"Please don't start," you groaned. "I don't need any scolding, any lessons or any speeches."
Pike stayed silent as your wound closed under her healing light. She looked at you with saddened eyes and your gaze softened. You pulled down your top, took her hands gently and she immediately squeezed them.
"I know you're worried—"
"That's an understatement," she sighed. "Listen, I know you're strong but please, I'm just asking you to be careful."
It was now your turn to be silent. You looked at her, your demeanor less heated than earlier. You took her in your arms, sighing deeply.
"I know you're here," you murmured. "Isn't it enough ?"
"No," she murmured back, shaking her head. "I also need to know you're not jumping carelessly into danger— and no, don't mention Grog as an example."
You closed your mouth on a tight line and squinted your eyes. You saw in her eyes that she will not stop arguing until you will finally listen to hear. She always said that you were stubborn, and you were well placed to know that her will and determination was stronger than any balky cell in your body.
"Very well," you finally complied. "I'll try to be less...adventurous."
Pike smiled in relief and hugged you again.
"Traitors."
Vex'ahlia watched you and Trinket cuddling from afar. She watched you cooing, caressing and giggling with the bear. She watched you hugging the bear who nuzzled against you with affection. Of course, she was happy that her baby and her darling got along so well, but now, she felt a bit left out.
"Aren't you an adorable predator !" you cooed while caressing Trinket's belly. "So cute yet so dangerous, like your mommy !"
You looked behind you and winked at the archer before focusing on the bear again.
"Look, Trinket," you loudly murmured. "Mommy looks grumpy, today. Do you think cuddles would bring back her lovely smile ?"
Vex'ahlia rolled her eyes at your antics but couldn't stop her smile from blooming.
"Do you feel it, Trinket ?" you dramatically gasped. "That sudden warmth wrapping my soul in a gentle embrace ! It is your mommy's superpower, no doubt !"
The bear nodded and looked at the archer, as if beckoning her to get closer. Vex'ahlia rolled her eyes again. How could she resist you ? Such a smooth talker and an animal lover, how could she not fall ? She felt herself fall even more for you when you smiled at her as she sat beside you and Trinket.
"Look !" you said with enthusiasm. "I got you a new feather !"
Once again, she wondered how could she not fall.
Sparring is something that you did so casually with Grog. There were no hostility between you two. It was all fun and banter. But you two respected the other, and because of that, you would never dare going easy on the other. It would be the biggest insult you'd throw at the other.
"Not bad, big guy !" you smiled as you dodged another attack.
It was a show combining strength and agility. Instinct and strategy. Grog and you. You were both doing your best for the other, showing your love and your respect through your movements and attacks.
"Thanks !" he grinned as he threw another attack that you also dodged. "Beer after that ?"
"Yep !"
Even though your sparring always ended with a draw, there were not one time when you weren't satisfied. And there were not one time you weren't getting scold by Pike because of your bruises. But you did not care. You both spent the quality time moment that you needed. Sharing blows and smiles, dodging and laughing... It was one of the many ways you had to show your affection. Of course, there were his bone crushing hugs, and you couldn't escape any. You didn't want to, anyway.
"Let's try the double axes, tomorrow," he murmured once Pike turned her back.
"Deal."
"I might count that as a murder attempt," you gasped for air.
She couldn't help it. She couldn't control it. She couldn't stop it. Everytime you were around, Keyleth's clumsiness would just spike. Accidently coking you with her vines ? Done. Almost burning you ? Done. Almost making you fall from the top of a cliff ? Done. Today was sadly not an exception. The poor dear unfortunately pushed you in a barrel full of beer. Not any barrel. The biggest barrel in the tavern. Fortunately for you, you did not drown.
"I'm so so so so so sorry !" she apologized, her cheeks gaining more colors than her hair.
You sighed again and managed to exit the barrel, drenched in alcohol. Your clothes were wet and smelled like liquor.
"It's okay," you hummed calmly. "Let's just not tell Grog that I'm now booze-flavored."
You accepted the towel she handed you with a grateful smile. Keyleth felt so bad, now. What did you think of her ? Did you see her as a burden ? Did you even see her as a friend ? Would you want someone like her close to you ? Was she even worthy of your presence ? How could she—
"Hey," your voice lightened the obscurity of her overthinking. "Could you please help me get rid of the beer on my skin and find new clothes ?"
This simple request blew away any shadow of doubt. You weren't mad at her. And you trusted her. Her back straightened as she nodded with energy.
"Of course ! I'm so sorry again."
"It's fine, Keyleth. Really," you smiled reassuringly at her.
How adorable. Her clumsiness could be a deadly weapon for sure, but in your mind slightly drowsy because of the alcohol, you couldn't help but find her lovely. You internally wished she could see herself like you admired her.
"There are times when I wonder if you're a masochist," Pike sighed as she used her healing ability on you.
You just giggled casually, staring at her with so much intensity that she felt herself blushing. The blood dripping from your injury on your abdomen didn't seem to phase you, which astounded Pike. You end up hurt pretty often, and you were always reaching for Pike.
"Aren't you suffering ?"
"You're presence is my painkiller," your grin widened as the red on her cheeks deepened.
She cleared her throat as she kept healing you, doing her best to ignore your stare. You kept your smile and brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are ?" you murmured. "I could admire you for centuries without getting tired of it."
She abruptly stood up and turned her back to you, hiding her flustered face.
"Your injury is healed !" she almost shout nervously. "Try to not get hurt too much !"
You chuckled, noticing the red of her ears.
"Alrighty, blondie !"
You did not promise, though. The only reason you let yourself being hurt was because you knew Pike would be there for you. The pain was just temporary anyway. When her golden light was near, nothing else mattered. Plus, you loved seeing her all flustered.
In a way, you maybe were indeed a masochist.
"I am surprised and not so surprised at the same time," you sighed while massaging your temples.
Before your very eyes : Scanlan. Well, Scanlan but with his body gender swapped. He smiled smugly at you and tossed your grimoire at you, winking victoriously.
"Told you I'd manage," he laughed. "And damn, I'm hot !"
He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek before checking himself in the mirror, posing in some ridiculous positions while you shook your head behind him, astounded. Earlier, you challenged Scanlan into successing a random spell in your spellbook without an instrument. You didn't think he would actually success the spell.
"Look at that !" he blew a kiss at his reflection. "What a hottie !"
"How on earth did you manage that spell ?"
He winked at you again and put his hand on his hips.
"It's actually not the first time I use this kind of spell."
"Yeah, but it is the first time you're using my type of magic."
"Let's say I'm a prodigy, then !"
He then put his hands on his chest to feel his new attributes while looking at his rear. You only watched him with a raised eyebrow then opened your grimoire at the page where the spell was. Your eyes squinted slightly as you let out a small hum.
"Did you read the page well ?" you asked.
"Of course, duh !" he rolled his eyes was pointing himself. "The proof is right in front of you. Admit it, your magic is not that—"
He suddenly interrupted himself and held his abdomen, grimacing in pain.
"What's happening ?" he grunted.
"It's your karma for being an ass," you rolled your eyes then point a specific line in the grimoire with your index. "Congratulations on your first period, doofus. Seems like yours are the painful ones."
He let himself fall down on the floor with a wheeze of distress, curled up in himself.
"Please," he whined. "Give me my balls back."
Vax'ildan found you hot when you were irritated. Your narrowed eyes and dilated pupils, your jaw clenching, your fists tightening and the light scowl on your lips. But he hated when you decided to ignore him. Did he go to far in his teasing ? Maybe. But you were too irritated to listen to his apologies.
"Please, love," he begged but you turned your back on him. He found you adorable. Yet, he could not admire you. "I'm so—"
He was cut off in the middle of his sentence by you stabbing the mattress of the bed right between his legs.
"Any more words and I make you a eunuch," you murmured with a poisonous tone. "Am I clear ?"
He loudly gulped but nodded, you were cristal clear. No words.
But what about actions ?
Slowly, his hand reached for yours and brought it to his lips. He left a small kiss on your knuckles as your glare sent shivers down his spine. You were about to stand up when he suddenly pulled you on his lap. You huffed, he smirked and cradled you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck and rocked you from side to side.
"What the heck do you think you're doing ?" you sighed.
Vax'ildan chuckled lightly then mimed his mouth being sewn.
No more word.
You rolled your eyes, tried to escape from his arms but his embrace tightened softly as he pressed long but soft kisses in your neck. His large hands caressed your sides as he lied the both of you on the bed —without forgetting to throw your dagger away. He then looked at you with sad puppy eyes, his lower lip trembling in hope to soften you.
Am I forgiven ?
"I'm going to punch you," you sighed.
"Percy, no."
You held your journal against your chest and turned your back on him. There were your ideas between the pages, your sketches, analysis of prototypes you did in the past and so much researches. Of course, such thing would get him curious, interested. A pure treasure for any tinkering or engineering passionate. A single glimpse of your notes and drafts had been enough for Percival to feel like a child in front of a new toy, and knowing that you made these made him weak in the knees. But you were adamant on keeping this journal for yourself.
"I am just saying that as an expert in mechanical—"
"No," you cut him off.
You took a step back, as if to put some distance between your journal and his burning green eyes. You were almost moved by the passion blazing in his gaze.
"I can let you analyse my pepperbox if you want," he tried to negotiate. "And in exchange, I can—"
"I already analysed it," you cut him off again as you started to walk away.
Percival followed behind you like an eager puppy, his jaw slightly agape.
"You did ?" he quickly cleared his throat. "So what did you think about it ?"
You raised an eyebrow without looking at him, sighing slightly as you heard his step behind yours.
"Bland," you answered. "I would have add more options."
He stayed silent for a bit and you could literally hear the gears in his mind working. You held your journal tighter against your chest, knowing that his eyes were still on it.
"You put a lock on it," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are these...magic runes and alchemistic arcanes ?"
"...nice observation," you muttered, your tone neutral.
You knew he was observant and kind of a genius, but you did not expect him to catch up so fast with your talents.
Percival suddenly hurried to walk past you and stood in your way, stopping you in your track. For a second, you saw an excited child instead of the young man you knew, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement. You could even hear him mentally squealing. Then, a blink of your eyes later, you were faced with the gunslinger you knew.
"You managed to mix mechanical engineering with alchemy and goddamn magic !?" he almost shouted, his eyes wide opened in surprise. "How did you manage to do that ?"
"By trying ?" you answered in a 'duh!' tone. "I know it's considered unethical by some people. I don't need your judgement, Percival."
"I don't think you're unethical."
It was your eyes' turn to widen in shock, his words echoing in your mind, silencing the murmurs you heard all your life and blinding the glares you constantly felt on your back.
"You're daring and adventurous, and it manifest through your ideas, your inventions. This is the proof of it," he pointed at your journal. "It thanks to people like you that we evolve and walk towards a future instead of a regressing present."
You stared at him so intensely, with so much emotions that he felt himself almost falling. You took a step forward and grabbed his wrist. Your grip was strong, matching the blaze in your eyes.
"Do you mean that ?" you murmured and by your tone alone, he knew how his answer mattered.
"I do."
You took a big shaky breath and nodded, a relieved and mirthful smile illuminating your gaze as a cruel weight disappeared from your being. Percival felt his cheeks reddening even more at the sight and cleared his throat.
"I...have sketches of a new prototype I plan to make," he stuttered, rubbing his neck. "And I would like your expertise to guide me. Would you please help me ?"
Your grip on his wrist softened as you nodded.
"It would be my pleasure," you said. "Thank you a lot, Percy."
i need more tlovm mutuals so like/reblog this. esp if you ship percildan or polymachina.
I BEG YOUR PARDON!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ZERXUS ILEREZ IS IN THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA!!!!! I AM SHAKING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP!!!! NOT MY FAVORITE REDEMPTION PALADIN!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
IM NOT OVER CALAMITY!!! WHY IS HE HERE!!! JUST TO HURT MY SOUL!!!!
THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA 2x07 | “The Fey Realm”