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This is so beautiful... (°ﾛ°٥)

Loved your first time with Vax fic! Please can also do one for Percy, if you have the time?

I’m so glad you liked it!!! 😁 😀 😃!!!

This Percy one is part 2 to love confession HC’s, 18+ and smut

You stood there, dumbfounded at such a simple yet emotional confession. Not knowing what to say, you let out a short gasp before treading carefully.

“You…you love me? How, wha—what?” Percy stepped tentatively towards you, never wanting to scare you away. “I love you, y/n. Most ardently. And I wish to change things between us.” You felt glued to the floor, unsure of what to say next. Oh fuck it, I’m tired of waiting

Throwing caution to the wind, you ran with your feelings. “I love you, too, Percival. But love is only scratching the surface of what I’ve felt.” Feeling bolder at your assertions, Percy stepped forward to take your hands into his. “I’ve thought about you, desired you, wanted you.” Breathing deeply, Percy pulled you into him as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

As you melted into his embrace, he felt so strong and steadfast under your touch. You savored this moment before Percy’s voice broke your train of thought. “Before that life was taken from me, I was raised to be a gentleman. But every moment spent with you in this moment further erodes the restraint that I have kept up for too long.” Your heart only raced faster at his words, praying that he couldn’t feel it through your embrace. 

Slowly lifting your head, your hopeful eyes met the longing gaze of the white-haired gunslinger. “Then don’t hold back anymore, Percival.” With your permission granted, Percy leaned down to capture your lips with his. It was sweet, surprisingly soft, and wrapped every passionate feeling that Percy held for you. 

He lifted you into his arms, but never broke the kiss, as you both made way over to where his bed stood. Placing you down softly, you let your arms roam across his clothed body. You heard soft moans and gasps come from him as he lifted his head to face you. “I know I have you here...but are you sure? Certainly sure you want to...? 

You gripped the side of his face with one of your free hands, while removing the lenses from his face with the other. “Percival De Rolo the Third, you have me literally in your bed and you’re still asking? Take off these clothes, and we’ll have a different conversation....”

“As you wish.” He laughed softly at your bluntness before starting to shuck off the vest that covered him. Stripping each other bare felt like a sacred act, worshipping each other with hands and lips to admire the material forms that had such prowess. The scar that your lover bore on his chest felt so foreign under your touch, but you could feel Percy shiver under your touch. The short gasps and moans continued for a good while as your lips covered it and you palmed the growing desire between his legs.

Suddenly, you felt a hand reach down to stop your ministrations. You looked up to see the green in Percy’s eyes go dark, the desire and longing simmering underneath. “On top now...ride me.” You switched positions, with you now sinking down onto him and nimble fingers pressing into your hips and sides. You straightened your hips to adjust yourself before slowly moving back and forth. 

Falling into the rhythm of your pace, you gasped out in pleasure as you slid along his cock. Leaning down, you laced kisses along the base of his neck, face and lips as you felt two strong arms circle around you. Keeping you in place, you felt Percival thrust harder into you. You could feel yourself reaching your peak so quickly, wanting to surrender to the passion. You could hear the hoarse voice, laced with lust, whisper in your ear. “Come for me love...come on my cock.”

Readjusting yourself, you clamp down as if on instinct and quickly snap your hips in an attempt. You were grateful that none of the others were present as both of your moans echoed within Percy’s bedroom and slightly into the hallways. Spent from your passionate affections, you let Percy take you into his arms as he tucked you into his side. 

It was a quiet evening, save for the panting breaths and an “I love you, dearest” in your ear as you started to surrender to the sleep that began to claim you. 

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.

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."

"Give me one good reason to not end you right now."

Scanlan had to think fast. The pure hatred in your eyes at the moment could freeze an army of dragon. The hiss in your tone carried more threats than a necromancy grimoire. He was more afraid of your wrath than the toilet after Grog's visit.

"It was...an accident ?" he hesitantly tried.

Bad idea. The sudden sparks between your fingers made him whimper in fear. Last time he angered you, you had turned him into a toad and only a kiss from Grog could save him.

"Getting my spellbook that dirty was a fucking 'accident' ?" you roared. "What the fuck did you have in mind ?"

"I thought I could boost my performances !" he yelped. "To please you better !"

That only sentence fueled the inferno in your eyes. The sparks of magic between your fingers turned into a smoky aura that gloved your hands. If he wasn't in danger right now, he would have taken the time to admire them.

"I'm going to have mercy and count to three. If you're not out of my sight after I'm done counting, I'll merge your body with Grog's underwear for two days."

Scanlan shrieked and raised his hands in a defensive stance.

"Could I have a kiss at least ?"

"One..."

It did not take him long to run out of your reach. He loved your fierceness as much as he feared it.

You found Keyleth adorable. Her cute green eyes and beautiful long red hair. Her constant lost expression. She reminded you of a cute little baby predator unaware of its poisonous claws. Lost, dreamy, innocent yet so powerful. And so drunk.

"Why are you even drinking if you already know you're a lightweight ?" you giggled, holding her hair as she was throwing her guts out.

"Huh ?" she groaned.

You wiped the sweat off her forehead and coo at her. And she vomited again, holding the bucket more firmly.

"Competing with Grog in a drinking contest is definitely the shittiest idea you ever had." you sighed.

Once she's done pouring out her last meal in the bucket, you guided her to her room at the first storey of the inn. You tucked her in bed and left a jug full of lemon water on the nightstand.

"I feel like shit." she groaned.

"Figured," you caressed her hair gently. "Sleep well, little leaf. I'll be there when you wake up."

She closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep under your amused but smitten eyes.

"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.

"You won't give me a goodnight kiss ?"

The very obvious pout on Grog's lips made you chuckle. The almost innocence in his eyes as he stared at you with his puppy-like eyes (if a puppy could break someone's jaw with one flick of a finger) that could melt your heart. But you knew that under his endearing gaze and the softness of his large calloused hands when he touched your skin hid a mischievous side that you were the only one to know.

"The hug wasn't enough ?" you chuckled.

"Of course not !" he crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully then laughed.

"I patted your head and hugged you, Grog."

"But you didn't kiss me," he huffed, his pout still.

You sighed then took his face between your hands. You took your sweet time, observing the lively spark in his eyes as he waited for your next action. You then leaned forward and smirked when Grog closed his eyes. Finally, you pressed a soft kiss on the top of his nose.

"There. Your goodnight kiss."

But Grog kept sulking. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his nose scrunched and his superior lip raised in a scowl.

"I wanted it on the lips."

Your laugh boomed in the room as Grog's pout creased his facial traits. After a few minutes, you calmed down and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, big guy," you smiled and he couldn't help but smile too. "But only if you ask nicely."

"Pretty pretty please could I have a kiss on my pretty pretty lips ?"

You snorted as he presented his expectant lips to you and leaned forward with hopeful eyes.

"Alright. Come here."

If anyone saw him, that person would not believe that big guy you were kissing was the same who could break anyone's jaw.

Vex'ahlia like her brother was very observant. She could have a slight idea of one's personality with only one interaction or by simply observing how one carry themselves. But you, she did not manage to figure you out. You were so unpredictable. She could not draw a single trait of your personality.

"Do I have something on my face ?" you asked as you returned her stare.

You were just sat unmoving and staring calmly at her. Your eyes were like large mystic portals that drew her in. But she refused to dive. She wanted to know what was behind those eyes before taking the risk to let herself sink in the intensity of your gaze.

She felt a shiver running down her spine when your eyes slowly squinted and narrowed on her while the rest of your body stayed motionless. She wouldn't admit that you intimidated her. Unfortunately for her, you noticed the wariness she carried around you a while ago.

"You know," you said calmly—an attempt to not tense her more. "If you have questions, you can just ask them."

Vex'ahlia blinked in a faint attempt to conceal her surprise. She then cleared her throat, finished her heavy cup of beer in one impressive shot and finally let out a long sigh.

"Then tell me who are you really."

Vax'ildan was a very flirty guy. But it was even worse the rare times he managed to get drunk. Added to that a spark of clinginess and you could barely breathe nor move around.

"Vax, I can't move."

He held you in a bear hug, his grip tightening even more when you tried to move away from his embrace. His face nuzzled in your neck, he took deep breaths and just whined when you tried to escape again.

"You don't need to move, love," he mumbled as he suddenly lifted you. "I'll move for you."

Now you felt like you were being kidnapped in a very cuddly way. He was already insufferable when sober, it seemed like alcohol only worsened that trait in him.

"Vax'ildan, release me or I'll tell your sister !" you huffed as you kept struggling in his arms.

"Tell her what ?" he chuckled. "That I'm enjoying some quality with the love of my life ? Trust me she doesn't want to hear the details."

He pressed a loud kiss on your cheek and started to walk away with you still locked in his arms.

"Or I'll tell her about the time a snake almost bit your—"

He suddenly cut you off by putting a large hand over your mouth, his eyes glaring at you with a very faint heat.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Mmmf-mmm-hmmhmmph ?" you squinted your eyes at him.

He took his hand off your lips and raised an eyebrow.

"What ?"

"Is it a challenge ?" you repeated.

He stared at you with a few long minutes, his eyes dazy and his cheeks even more flushed. His gaze looked down at your lips for a second then back at your eyes. His eyes were saying a monologue that could not be translated into words.

"Do you know how hot you are ?" he murmured.

You blinked then dodged his lips.

"Okay," you huffed, finally managing to escape his embrace. "Time for you to go to bed."

You grabbed his wrist and led him towards the bedrooms of the inn, ignoring the hurt-puppy eyes and his pout as he whined a long inebriated speech about 'not being that drunk' and about 'how he deserves hugs and kisses'. You loved Vax'ildan from the bottom of your heart, but he was sometimes too much to bear when drunk. You felt like you turned into a Teddy bear in the grip of a sleepless child.

Once in the bedroom, you didn't even have time to exit the room that he immediately grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to bed with him.

"You're not going anywhere, love," he murmured while nuzzling his nose in your neck. "You're sleeping in my arms tonight."

You muttered a light curse and forfeited. But you swore yourself to scold him heavily in the morning.

"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."

can you please make a percy x reader one shot where the reader is from a small village and has never seen a large city? And percy shows the reader around Whitestone?

Oh ? I think I can write something down. My brain is feeling cooperative.

Thanks for the request ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Percy was busy. Busy admiring your smile as you looked at some shop windows, busy admiring your eyes sparkling as you looked around with a dreamy and fascinated expression, and busy smiling when you sighed, appreciating the sight of the Sun tree now healthy under the warm sun.

"How majestic !" he heard you gasping.

He wasn't fond of being a touristic guide, plus, Whitestone was still healing from the wounds left by the Briarwoods. But seeing the admiration and the light in your gaze as you strolled in his city, the heritage of his family, the place he grew up in, made him feel so proud. For the first time in years, he felt at peace.

"Percy !" he heard you call him.

His eyebrows raised when he felt you grabbing his hand and gently squeezing it. You looked at him with these eyes he grew so fond of, and this smile that protected him from so many nightmares.

"Yes ?" he answered.

"Show me your favourite place in all Whitestone !" you excitedly said, gently shaking his arm. "It has to be out-doors, so no library allowed."

He tilted his head slightly, thinking as some memories flew to his mind. It has been years now, and the place is probably destroyed, but he wanted to show you, to share it with you. He led you through the streets now buzzing with life again, freed from fear and uncertainty. He took care of explaining the history of each street you were walking through and answering your questions. Then finally, you arrived at a desert square. The first thing you noticed was a majestic fountain. It still stood there among the cracks on the floor and destroyed buildings, its water still flowing with strength and pride. Then, on top of the fountain, you saw statue representing the Sun tree.

"It's...still here," murmured Percival in relief.

He sat on the edge of the fountain, under the stone branches of the statue. He patted the space beside him and you immediately joined him.

"Let me guess," you hummed as you admired the shadows cast by the sculpture. "You liked to read here."

"I did," he nodded, his eyes venturing on the water before looking back at you. "What was your favourite place back in your village ?"

Your hand played with the water as his question slowly sinked in.

"A little space under a small bridge leading to the center of the village," you said, your voice heavy with nostalgia. "Not really practical when the water of the stream raised, but I liked this place."

You looked back at him and he felt himself blushing. He cleared his throat then diverted his eyes on the water again.

"How do you find Whitestone so far ?"

You hummed softly as the wind slowly rised.

"A bit overwhelming compared to my village. But oddly homey despite its size."

He nervously cleared his throat again, his eyes still avoiding yours.

"Homey. So, do you agree that it is a perfect place for two people to grow old together ?"

You blinked in surprise at his words, but quickly smiled and nodded.

"Well, yes. It is oddly cozy for a large city," your fingers are still playing in the fresh water. "Why do you ask ?"

Percival felt too flustered to answer honestly. He turned his face away to hide his blushing cheeks.

"For nothing."

"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."

Can I please ask for some TLOVM headcanon s of how Vex's young child would react to the events at the Sunken Tomb?

Vex’s Child Reacting to The Sunken Tomb

Fandom: Legend of Vox Machina

Character(s): Vex’ahlia

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Oof just reading the request hurts. I'll do my best with the angst!!

Vex

This all depends on if the child was with everyone during those events. Hopefully not since a lot of shit went down and it was definitely no place for a little kid. So it would be you having to hear about it when everyone comes back.

It would be Grog that lets it out that your mom died. Everyone is shushing him and reprimanding him and you’re just staring at Vex, who shoots a glare at Grog before trying to calm you down before you’ve processed what’s been said.

“You died?” Your voice is weak and you’re tearful. She came back, yes, but she died. She was gone and no one kept that from happening. She was with a bunch of strong people and none of them kept her from dying. You’re sad and angry and just don’t know what to do.

“I’m here. See I’m breathing. It’s okay.” You don’t even realize when Vex pulls you into a hug. You’re clinging onto her and crying. You feel another person join in the hug and glance to see Vax holding you both tightly too, obviously still affected by whatever happened.

There would have to be a long talk later, but for now you’re going to hold your mom in fear of letting her go will have her leave you again.