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Critical Role Kink Meme ([personal profile] criticalkink) wrote2016-02-20 08:03 pm

CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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Now go forth and prompt!

Re: Vox Machina A/B/O

(Anonymous) 2019-03-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Pleeeeaaaase! Please Please pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase! I would love this, especially if Percy is an omega

Re: Percy/Ripley - forced marriage

(Anonymous) 2019-03-05 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yesssss...bonus points if she uses a strap on on him or threatens to

Re: OP! Re: Grog/Percy Noncon using Craven Edge

(Anonymous) 2019-03-19 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Man I want this

Vox Machina/Denizens of the Moonbrush; faerie dance party

(Anonymous) 2019-03-27 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
I'm watching through the first campaign right now, and I just got to episode 61. I truly adore the image of Vax sneaking up on the faerie dance circle and immediately being charmed by the music. And Liam *did* make that joke about the wolfman being sexy. I think you see where I'm going with this, yeah?

I'm craving fic where the whole party fails their wisdom saving throws while trying to rescue him, and one by one they're all sucked into the dance. And of course its not *just* a dance. This is the kind of party where you dance and fuck until you're exhausted, and you still can't stop. Everything's hazy...you can barely remember who you are anymore...it doesn't matter if your partners are strangers or your best friends; it's all lost in the lights and the music.

Please don't let this go on long enough to kill anyone, but it's up to you who rescues them or how the enchantment ends!

+Vax/Werewolf monster sex
++Awkward morning-after when they all wake up alone and naked in a clearing
--Incest, would prefer a creative way to keep the twins away from each other

Scanlan/Any, BDSM, Safeword use.

(Anonymous) 2019-04-09 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
I was reading something the other day about post campaign Polymachina having group sex sometimes centered around certain party members, and the specific ones it mentioned were Percy and Scanlan, and it just sorta struck me that Scanlan has a history of not properly communicating when he's hurt or overwhelmed physically and emotionally. He'd be a pretty rough person to dom for, I think. For that reason on top of him just being an uppity little shit. Anyways, what I want is: sub!Scanlan utterly failing to use his safeword when he ought to during a scene up till he's having a breakdown or something. Or, maybe he manages to admit he's having issues before it gets out of hand, or his partner(s) notice what's up and call a stop to it before shit gets too bad.

percy/any male character, edging & orgasm denial

(Anonymous) 2019-06-03 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
please please give me percy being super into having his orgasms denied, and finding someone more than willing to edge him until he's sobbing. whether it's denial through just handjobs, or full on fucking, i don't care, i just wanna see percy happily wrecked and begging for release.
not particular on the pairing whatsoever, but i'd prefer if it was a guy.

+ ruined orgasm to finish
++ percy thanking the other person for every time he's edged

Grey (T, Cassandra&Percy, Percy/Ripley, forced marriage, angst)

(Anonymous) 2019-06-19 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
(A/N - this is definitely more focused on someone trying to rescue a broken Percy than on exactly what Ripley did, but i hope it fills your prompt anyways. I. have a lot of thoughts about this as an alternative to the typical roloswap aus. gods, this is such a good idea nonny and i thank you for it dearly)

She's never seen her brother this quiet.

Percival was never the most sociable, of her siblings, too caught up in his work, but he was never quiet. He was a constant thrum of mutterings to himself, on various projects, and he was corrections on overheard information, and if he was never part of the conversation then he was always jutting in and out as it suited him.

It's one of many things that make him not look like Percy - the white hair, the beginnings of wrinkles, the way he bows his head and tries not to be seen. The fact he doesn't even look at her, doesn't share a hopeful grin at seeing his only living sibling or anger that she left him or a conspiratorial wink like they used to share when they played pranks and oh Pelor does she wish this whole scenario was just some trick.

She knows it isn't, though. Just like she knows it's her fault. She's the one who left him for dead. She's the one who left him with the Briarwoods, left him with /Ripley/.

Ripley, who went and fucking married him.

There has been a sickened feeling in her gut ever since they let Ripley out of that damned cell, to be their guide through the castle. Ever since she heard Ripley say the word husband. She knows next to nothing, about Ripley. She's a doctor, she talked a lot with Percy during the dinner, and she sat and watched as the Briarwoods murdered all but two of the de Rolos.

Cass doesn't exactly have clear memories of that night, but she swears that she can remember seeing Ripley grin.

And here she is, with what has to be lies and lies, fussing over Percival and playing up some macabre parady of love for Vox Machina's approval. She can see them buying it, can see them question if Ripley is the threat Cass has made her out to be, if she really is evil. A few choice words and Ripley has them believing that she is capable of love, that Percy loves her back, like their relationship is anything but a sham.

And then Percy looks up at her, and he says, "Anna?" and he sounds so soft and so honest in a way she can't remember him ever being, and she starts to believe the lie too, just a little bit.

"Up you go, dear," Ripley says, pulling him to his feet. He doesn't flinch away from her touch. He keeps his eyes on her, not even glancing over the rest of them, not even looking at her. The sickness is in her throat, and she wonders, after all these years, if her brother would even be able to recognize her, at a glance.

"Let's go," Cass says, not looking at her brother, not focusing on the way her heart is shattering all over again. "Leave him here where he'll be safe."

"He stays with me," Ripley demands. "If you want to protect him, then let me get him out of the castle, take him somewhere truly safe."

"You do remember that you're our guide, right?" Vax asks.

"He can come," Cass relents. "If he gets hurt, that's on you."

"Of course it is," Ripley says, without any sign of affront. "I'm only taking you to the entrance. No farther."

"The temple entrance," Vex corrects.

"Yes," Ripley says, only sounding vaguely annoyed.

"Let's go," Cass repeats, turning to march down the hall. She spares a sidelong glance at her brother, as she exits the room. He hovers behind Ripley like a shadow, still not looking at anyone else.

She can deal with Ripley and whatever she's done to her brother after the Briarwoods are dead.

---

He doesn't talk again, until they reach the room made of green glass.

"Strange," Ripley remarks, peering in but not entering. "They've made some modifications since I was last here."

"A trap?" Keyleth asks.

"Most likely," Ripley says.

"It is," Percy says, and they all turn and stare at him. He's been easy enough to forget, blending into the dark. She'd kept close watch on him in the fight with the ghosts, lest he be possessed, but for everyone else she can see he's near been forgotten, so quiet and so un-Percy-like. "They had me make the modifications after you-" he trails off again.

"Under charm?" Ripley asks.

"I'm sorry, Anna," he says, still looking down. Ripley seems to take that as answer, although Cass isn't certain whether it's a yes or a no.

"How do we get through?" Vax asks.

"You walk straight through," Percy explains.

Not even Ripley takes that as true, but she stands closer to the exit, where Percy stands, waiting for them to follow. Fingers press against gems embedded in the rock, and she's torn between thinking this is a bad idea and not being able to trust a word her brother says. She's not sure if it's any consolation, that Ripley doesn't trust him either.

The barriers come crashing down. Ripley tries to make it, under, but ends up only damaging her mechanical arm. Percy stands alone, on the other side, and then he's not alone, because the Briarwoods are there, and then he's not alone, because Vax is there, the fucking moron.

Her brother looks at her for what is, probably, the first time that night. The color of his eyes has gone black as pitch, and she wonders if it's been like that, since they found him, since they pulled him back from the brink of death, or if it's something that happened just now.

The four of them vanish, and leave them to drown in acid. They don't, but then, Vox Machina always was hard to kill.

---

It's hard to say, if her brother is charmed or not, by the Briarwoods, but she thinks he must not be, or at least not strongly, because he spends the fight hiding behind columns of the tower, blending in to the fog cloud they had used to mask their approach. She focuses her assault on Lord Briarwood, but she doesn't stop paying attention to where Percy is at all times, lest he be hurt or lest he try and attack. She swears she hears a deafening crack come from his direction, a few times, but whenever she checks his way he seems to be fine, still hidden, and her focus is on killing the Briarwoods once more.

Regardless, it fades as they kill Lord Briarwood, and he is left aloft as they try and catch up with Lady Briarwood and slay her once and for all. Ripley manages to get the door open, and they are not quite so quick as to stop the spell completely, the strange dark orb still floating in the center, the magic killing sphere, but they take her down, unconscious but still clinging on to life and they make their escape.

"I can't believe they're finally fucking dead," Ripley says, and Cass swears she recognizes that look of glee. "We're free," she says to Percy, manic, and Percy nods in response.

Ripley is confidant that Vox Machina is on her side, or, at least, don't want her immediate demise. Cass hasn't quite made up her mind, in that regard, but she must admit that Ripley was helpful, in the final fight.

All of her focus is on Percy, though, as they make their way through that long tunnel. Percy falls further back, not quite Ripley's even shadow, lags beside Grog, who is carrying the bound Lady Briarwood, but not so far back as to where she holds up the rear.

She watches him fiddle with a strange contraption. It reminds her of the things he used to work on, in the workshop he kept kicking her out of but never quite managed to succeed in making it permament. She recognizes it as one of the things Ripley had grabbed from her rooms, and can place just vaguely how she had handed it his way as they made their way down into the catacombs. She can't even begin to fathom it's purpose, but she watches his hands twitch by his side, messing with various aspects of the device, in a way that almost breathes life into the stillness that is her brother, now.

And then, mid step, he raises it up to the temple of Delilah, where she hangs off of Grog's back, and there is a cracking sound she recognizes, from the fight, and suddenly Lady Briarwood finds herself without a head, brains splattered agianst the cave wall and Grog's backside.

He turns, and raises the device to Ripley, and fires off two more shots. They hit her solidly, and Ripley, who had not escaped the fight uninjured (and gotten none of Pike's healing, to boot), falls collapsed onto the ground.

She reaches for her sword, not certain what she plans to do with it - supposes that it probably depends on if Percy raises that weapon against her. Before she has a chance to move, though, before any of them do, a chance to draw their weapons or grab the contraption from his hands, he fires again. Two more into Ripley, who's body is looking more than slightly mangled, and then he raises the gun to underneath his jaw, and like he had hours ago, with a knife slashed against his throat, he falls to the ground, lying still.

The sword remains undrawn, because she's at his body, which lies smoking on the floor, without a care for anything else in the world. She has no healing, no potions, in truth no anything, but what she does have is medical knowledge, and so she dives her fingers in, pulling out the bullet that had lodged, thankfully, in bone and not deeper into his head, and she tears apart her cloak to cut down on bleeding and she hopes and prays that he'll survive the night.

---

When Percival wakes up, his eyes are grey and lifeless. He stares at her with an empty look.

"I'm sorry," he says, and she nearly bursts into tears, and then he adds, "Anna," and she swears her soul grows dead.

"Percy," she says, pleading. "Percy, it's me, Cassandra." His eyes are blank, still, but she thinks that they may never be anything but blank again. "Ripley is dead, Percy, and so are the Briarwoods. We're safe. We're free. Whitestone is free."

She reaches out to touch him, and he flinches away from the contact as much as he is able. "I know Cassandra's dead," he says. "I'm sorry. Anything but that, please. I'm sorry. Please."

"I'm not Ripley," she says. "Percy, please, believe me."

He stops talking. Her curls up on the bed, making himself the tiniest of balls, and she stares at him.

"It'll take time," Pike says. "He's been through a lot. You need to be patient." Her voice is full of warmth and hope, the way it always is, and she presses a tight grin and tries to bear it.

"We'll make sure to take care of him," Keeper Yennen says, and his voice is nothing but inevitability and resignation.

"I-" she starts to say. "I'll-" her voice falters. "Tell me if his condition changes," she says, keeping her voice as monotone as possible. Without any further words, without any further glance at the door and the room and where her brother lies curled up beyond, she marches down the hallway with that same cold stone fury.

Gods, and is it any surprise he mistook her for Ripley, with the way that she's turned out?

Lionel Gayheart/Vax; inexperience

(Anonymous) 2019-07-05 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Vax was instantly charmed by Lionel ("You're very likable! You really have trouble talking to people?") so maybe he decides to take the guy under his wing (haha, duck pun) and show him the ropes, so to speak. How to talk (dirty) to people, how to fuck someone (Vax). Give me an enthusiastic but awkward Lionel, and Vax perving on the novelty of a sweet, dumb hunk who will do whatever he says and just wants to please. He doesn't dom very often, but it can be fun to top from the bottom every once in a while, you know?

Bonus points for Vax having trouble keeping a straight face/maintaining the edgy, seductive, in-charge role because Lionel is just so sweet and funny...and also very large, and a surprisingly quick learner.

Re: Vex/Percy, Impregnation Kink

(Anonymous) 2019-07-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been years since this was posted but I'm gonna make this happen

Familiar, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-07-23 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
CW: Simulated incest, the complicated emotional baggage that comes with it. Please proceed with caution.

Let's call this a post-canon au where Vax lives.




Her first reaction, like almost everyone else, is to laugh. Percy is clearly disgruntled, and his expression is so very him that it looks comically out of place on Vax’s features.

“Oh, darling, at least it isn’t permanent?” Vex says, placating. Vax elbows her, not hard.

“I don’t know, I think he looks great.” He grins, walking a carefully judged perimeter around Percy, just outside of his reach.

So close together, it’s obvious which of them is the true Vax and which of them is Percy spelled to look like him. There’s an upright stiffness to Percy that just hangs wrong on Vax, a little like a corset on a cat. It gets more disturbing when Vex gets close to him, reaches out to touch his hair and finds familiar black strands coiling around her fingers, watches his expression soften in a way that sends an unnerved shiver up her spine.

“It isn’t seeming?” she directs over her shoulder at Keyleth and Scanlan, whoever might know best.

“No,” Keyleth says, wary. Either distracted or disturbed, she’s the only one who doesn’t appear to find the prospect of two Vaxes amusing.

“Looks like a polymorph to me,” Scanlan says, casually. “So does this mean you can throw daggers like him?”

“Shall we find out?” Percy asks, hand drifting towards one of the hilts in his belt. Vex grabs his wrist with a quelling look.

“If it doesn’t wear off on its own we can just wait for Pike to get back from Vasselheim tomorrow and see if she can fix it,” she says, reasonably. “It doesn’t seem to be doing any harm in the meantime.”

“Could be a chance to double your pleasure, double your fun,” Scanlan says, nudging Keyleth while making extravagant eyebrows. Keyleth blanches, and the smile on Vax’s face goes brittle. Grog barks a laugh, catching on a beat after everyone else.

“Do shut up, Scanlan,” Percy says, palming his face.

---

It hasn’t worn off by the time they turn in for the evening. Percy stands awkwardly by their bed while Vex finger-combs out her hair.

“Should I take a guest room tonight?” he asks, reluctant.

“What? Don’t be silly,” Vex laughs as she’s pulling off her tunic, then goes still. Percy gives her a pointed look. She rolls her eyes in response, rifling through their bureau for a little-used night shift and slipping it on. “There,” she says, smoothing the fabric over her thighs. “Perfectly decent.”

“I hardly think you’re the indecent one between us,” Percy grumbles, plucking at Vax’s armor.

Vex laughs again, so fond. She’ll admit in the privacy of her own mind that it is disconcerting getting into bed with him like this, a rupture in the comfort and pleasure of their nightly routine. Without the benefit of them standing side by side, Percy is nearly indistinguishable from Vax. Looking as he does, he almost sounds like Vax, or rather like Vax imitating a very particular and discriminating snob.

Vex is used to Percy’s lean, dense build. She’s used to falling asleep with the comforting weight of his arm around her waist. The willowy figure by her side now is just as deeply familiar to her, but there’s an uneasy resistance to seeing it in this context. In the silence and the darkness she has to keep reminding herself that the man by her side is her husband.

“Goodnight dear,” she says, forcing herself to speak normally, for his sake. Percy sighs, finding her hand under the bedclothes.

“Tomorrow can’t come soon enough,” he says. Quietly, Vex agrees.

---

She doesn’t remember immediately when she wakes up. She feels warm breath on her neck, Percy hugged up against her back. Idly, his hand skims over her belly, tugging her shift up under her breasts. She smiles, eyes still closed as he pushes his palm between her thighs, clever fingers teasing into her slit.

“Good morning,” she hums, tilting her head in invitation. His mouth finds hers, offering gentle kisses as he begins to circle her with his thumb, touching her into unhurried arousal. Vex feels the brush of his stubble against her cheek, the soft puff of his breathing, and then the silk of long hair falling over her face.

She freezes, feels her whole body lock up. Percy makes a questioning noise, pulling back, and then recoils so fast he almost falls off the opposite side of the bed.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he sputters. Vex’s gut twists with something heavy and visceral, staring into her brother’s ashen face, at his slim body crouched in her bed, his obvious arousal. She knows it’s Percy. She knows. She’s tingling still, wet still, primed for a lovely morning tumble, and her brother just had his fingers knuckle-deep inside her.

“Please say something,” Percy says, quietly. “Are you okay? Should I go— should I get someone?”

She can’t respond. There is a whirring inside her, struggling to push through the shock. Percy shifts to get off the bed and she grabs him, faster than she realized she could move. Vax’s dark eyes flash wide and startled, then shift almost immediately into a different expression, considering, cautious. He settles back down, still across the bed from her. Fixing her with hawk-like attention, he casts a cone of silence.

“Don’t go.” She hears herself say it as if from a distance.

Percy nods. Watches her for a moment. Begins slowly to crawl towards her over the bed. Vex’s breathing goes thin as his hand settles on her knee, and he waits again while she says nothing, just stares up into his face.

“Vex,” Percy starts, speaking with whispered, deliberate care. “We’ll stop at a word from you. You know you have nothing to fear from me, ever. I would sooner die than hurt you.” He says it so simply; Vex’s chest quakes with a doubled impact, knowing it’s true. It’s true from that mouth, those eyes, just as much as from the man beneath them.

“You’re allowed to want this,” Percy continues, so quiet. He lets the offer hang between them, free of judgment. After an age, Vex dips her chin, heart beating wildly with the admission.

He moves very slowly, sliding his hand down her thigh. It brings him closer, his weight moving over his shoulders. She turns her face away, a reflex as it becomes clear he means to kiss her. He nods again, accepting the boundary without question.

She lets him draw her down from where she’d backed into the headboard,helps her out of her shift, gets her on her back. The pace is glacial, which is its own unique torment. She could back out at any moment, and every moment she doesn’t is a tacit request for the unthinkable. Her mind stamps Percy’s name onto every familiar touch, the palms parting her legs, the fingers slipping over her sex again. Her eyes see Vax — Vax’s shoulder working, Vax’s shadow falling over her, Vax’s hair swinging like a curtain around them. Their hips meet, glance against each other, the hot length of an erection nestling comfortably against her vulva. Prodding, seeking, then sinking inside her, a rigid contrast to the welcome of her body.

Vex draws in a thready gasp. She’s so wet the first thrust slides deep, teasing her with a hint of gut-clenching satisfaction. It makes her hot, an undertow of shame overtaken by a rhythmic wave of hunger as Percy begins to move. He stays close, hitching against her with short drives that make her feel spread, stroked, owned.

They pant together, a flurry of tamped down breathing and careful, careful rocking. Vex can’t look away, her nails digging into the slim muscle of her brother’s biceps as her cunt drools all over his cock.

“I’m going to come,” she whispers into the hot air between them. She’s never felt the need to announce it before, but she can feel it building, and she breathes it out like a confession as Percy grunts softly, pushes her thighs wider around him. “Oh fuck, Percy,” she whines. It ripples through her, deep and sweet, climbing up the back of her neck, prickling along her scalp.

“Fuck,” Percy grits out, leaning down to get his mouth on her breast. Vex feels so good, arousal climbing again with the momentum of her pleasure. She can really hear it now, the sounds of their fucking, the creak of the bed and how achingly, damningly wet she is.

“It’s so good,” she says, breath catching.

“Fuck,” Percy says again, beginning to move with ragged abandon. “I’m close,” he warns, right into her ear. It’s a question. She knows it’s a question. Her head spins with it as his hips snap an urgent tattoo, rhythm dissolving with messy need. “Vex’ahlia,” he pleads, cupping her face in his hands, making her look into her brother’s eyes.

He’s about to pull away — she can feel the tension in his muscles shift, and she slings a leg over his hip to hold him tight to her. He buries his face in her neck, muffling a groan as he grinds against her, knees scrabbling in the sheets to plant his release deep in her cunt. Vex chokes, biting down on the heel of her palm to stifle her scream, riding out a pleasure so steep her vision goes white.

---

“Must be nice to have him back,” Scanlan says at dinner, gesturing to Percy with his tankard. He doesn’t notice, speaking quietly with Pike, their pale heads bowed together.

“Don’t know what you mean,” Vex says easily. “He didn’t go anywhere.”

There is a dangerous glimmer of speculation in Scanlan’s eyes as he looks at her. Vex takes a sip of her wine, meeting his appraisal with cool disinterest. A burst of giggles carries down the length of the table where Vax and Keyleth are playing with their food like the pair of idiots they are.

“Touché,” Scanlan says, saluting her with his ale.

When Vex glances over again, Percy is watching her. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable, even from across the room. It prompts her to stand, bidding her friends an early goodnight. They’re off to visit Tary in the morning, meet Lawrence officially, enjoy a short holiday in Deastok. The warm chatter fades behind her as she leaves.

A quiet, familiar tread catches up with her on the stairs. She doesn’t need to look around to guess who’s followed. She’d know him anywhere.

Priceless, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-07-28 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
CW: reference to attempted sexual violence when Vex was a child, Vex as a sexually active teen, and sex work of a sort.

Dear OP, thank you for this excellent prompt. If you're still around, I hope it satisfies some of what you were looking for. <3




Percy’s control is different from her own. For one thing, he’s wary of it.

He told her once that he trusted himself in her hands. They were newer then, to this kind of play and to each other, and Vex hadn’t been certain at the time of how precisely he’d chosen that distinction. She knew now: he’d trusted her almost from their first meeting. His faith in her mastery over him, however? That had come later.

Vex only remembers it feeling natural, bringing him to heel as if by a lead. She isn’t afraid of him and never has been, even when he’d reduced himself to nothing more than a burning coal in a hollow shell. Vex understood fire, she respected fire — knew its potential to gutter out just as easily as it might leap to the nearest tinder, consuming with indiscriminate rage. And she remembered, more than anything, the sweetness of his relief the first time she took the choice out of his hands.

She never knows quite what to expect from him on nights like this, when the equilibrium briefly tips in the opposite direction. Just because she doesn’t fear him doesn’t mean he isn’t dangerous. It would be foolish for either of them to forget.

He’s in his customary armor: his beautifully tailored coat, a snowy white cravat, a new waistcoat picked out in glittering silver thread, kidskin gloves. His tall, gleaming black boots. Vex lets her eyes trail his body from floor to collar with frank admiration. It’s tempting to shrug off the mood and simply have him still mostly dressed, fuck him unkempt. He approaches with sash in hand, a knowing smile deepening the shadow at the corner of his mouth. Vex lifts a shoulder, bites her lip for him, unrepentant.

“Hold still,” he says, tilting her chin up. The sash descends over her eyes, flat and opaque. It’s silk, of course. He ties it firmly, strokes her cheek, lets her feel the buttery leather of his glove against her skin.

“Are you going to tie me down?” Vex asks, sugary sweet.

“Shhh.” Percy places a finger over her lips. It’s tempting to nip at him, offer her tongue, suck him into her mouth. Perhaps if she could see, she would. She doesn’t. She stands still and waits, because Percy’s control is cerebral, creative, fickle. If she wants to know his plans, she’ll have to submit to them.

He draws his finger from her lips to her jaw, spreads his hand over her throat, flattens it on her chest. Lets it rise and fall with her breath.

She is not in her customary armor. He’d asked her to wear a gown, something comfortable. Percy traces her neckline, a whisper of contact that makes her shiver.

“You chose the blue,” he says.

“It’s your favorite.” Vex finds herself sinking into his silence like hot water, the sting and revelation of it.

She can hear him cross behind her. He runs his knuckles up her spine, over the lacing of her bodice. A few short tugs and the tie comes free, hushing through the eyelets. The gown loosens over her corset, a cool ripple of air insinuating itself between the layers. Percy steps up behind her, close enough for her to feel the chill touch of one of his gold buttons at her shoulder.

“When I was a boy,” he begins, quite low, “father would sometimes have me accompany him to the stables when one of our stallions had been engaged to stud. We kept fine animals, maintained excellent records, and produced unmatched foals. So, for a price, we’d often host people of means who made the effort to bring their mares to us, occasionally across great distances.” He pushes the right sleeve of her gown off her shoulder as he speaks, drawing it down until he frees her arm. “He thought it was important I understand some of the more practical responsibilities a man might be called upon to manage. I’ll admit I found it less instructive in business than it was in the ah... rather savage indifference of rutting beasts.”

“Oh? Do you fancy yourself a stallion, Percy?” Vex asks, arch. She isn’t beyond pushing him yet, just to test where the resistance begins. She doesn’t find it there, as she only hears a soft hum of amusement as he slips off her other sleeve.

“I was almost fourteen the first time. If it had even occured to my father to consider the lasting impact, he might’ve recognized it was a poorly judged time to expose me to explicit fucking.”

Vex snorts, leaning back against his chest for support as he has her step out of her gown.

“But you’re a ranger,” he says, light. “I’m sure you witnessed your fair share of the natural way of things?” He places a hand over the vulnerable softness of her lower belly, and her playful response dissolves on her tongue. “How old were you,” he continues, voice a measured inevitability that tightens around her ribs like her stays, “the first time you let someone mount you?”

In the dark Vex can’t help but relive it, sudden and vivid: the dry little storeroom; the baker’s assistant who’d been kind to her; the smells of yeast and barley and sweat as she steadied herself against a massive bag of flour; his hurried, excited panting—

“Fifteen,” she says, swallowing.

Percy tucks a loose thread of hair behind her ear; she can almost feel the straight line of his nose at her nape. “And the first time someone tried?”

The point of that particular knife is so sharp it’s almost painless. Even if it was hardly the greatest danger she’s managed to live through, she doesn’t like to remember the powerlessness or the accompanying terror.

“I was eleven,” she says, lifting her chin. “Father’s subordinates were very… confident in his regard for them.”

“And his lack thereof for you.” If he’s guessing, he sounds very certain about it. Vex flinches, and doesn’t elaborate. It turned out fine in the end. She and Vax had never strayed too far from each other in Sygorn.

Percy lets her nurse the wound, going to work on her corset. Her chemise feels slightly damp as the stiff woven cotton peels away, another layer discarded.

“You were fifteen,” Percy says, circling back with a contemplative tone. “Tell me about it.”

“We were hungry,” Vex says, and stops. Of the many ways she could have begun, that would normally have been the last. Percy’s hands go still on her waist, a bloodhound picking up a scent. Too late to take it back. “We were hungry,” Vex says, deliberate. “Vax wouldn’t beg. I would. I did. And it wasn’t enough.”

“You didn’t tell your brother,” Percy says, not-guessing again.

“Vax would’ve left him holding his own intestines,” Vex says.

“You’re right,” Percy agrees. “But that’s not why you didn’t tell him.”

“He was just a baker’s boy, it didn’t matter,” Vex starts, impatient, and falls silent as Percy’s fingers dig into her hips.

“He had something you wanted. You decided you would have it, which meant it became a question of cost.” She can feel him nuzzling behind her ear, softening the insinuation. “Is that where it began, Vex? What did he give you for your trouble?”

“A day-old loaf. Two sweet rolls.”

She can still see Vax’s face in the moment she’d pulled them out of her pack. The bread was rustic, the crumb already beginning to go stale. They’d wolfed it down silently, leaning into each other. Vax had savored his roll, picking it apart in tiny morsels that he let melt on his tongue. Vex remembered tearing into hers with her teeth, burning with satisfaction.

Percy skims his hands under her fine muslin chemise, drawing it over her head. The drawers are next, rolling over the swell of her hips, their soft weight carrying them down her legs. Careful touches direct her onto their bed, nudging and guiding until she kneels before him. He slips his hands onto her thighs, a looming, invisible presence cupped around her.

“When you grew hungry again, did you go back to that baker’s boy?” he asks.

“No,” Vex says.

“No?”

“I went to the baker.”

She’s not ashamed. She survived, Vax survived. She found Trinket, and Vax found the Clasp, and they’d had each other.

The gentleness— the pity she’s expecting doesn’t come. Percy huffs a soft noise, something in the sound she can’t quite place without seeing him. It could be surprise. It isn’t humor. He wouldn’t laugh at her, not over this. Her heart begins to thump in her breast, uncertain.

“Clever, Vex,” he finally says, and she can hear it now, the sharp smile in his voice. It raises the fine hair on her arms, the back of her neck. She feels him lean in closer. “Who came after?”

“What?” she asks, pulse still rabbiting. She can sense it now, the evening’s danger shifting into focus.

“Who came after the baker?” Percy says, cut-glass accent making his meaning perfectly clear. “A crownsguard when Vax inevitably made a mistake? A farmer who caught you poaching his hens?”

“Fuck you,” Vex says, sharp. He captures her jaw in one hand, holding her still.

“You would have,” he says, sweet as a caress. “What do you think your father thought, when he learned I’d given you a title? He’s an ambassador, he knows how these things work—”

She doesn’t think — she just swings at him. It comes to nothing, her wrist caught in his hand before she has any hope of connecting. He uses his hold to jerk her forward so they’re face to face, his breath just as shallow as hers beyond the darkness of the blindfold.

“For what it’s worth, had you tried to treat with me, I would’ve had far more than a quick tumble in exchange. I would have owned you,” he bites the words into her ear.

It shouldn’t send heat up her spine like branching lightning. It’s ugly and cruel, a deliberate perversion of one of her dearest memories. Percy reaches beneath her hair to grip the back of her neck, and it doesn’t matter that it shouldn’t feel this way, because her muscles unlock beneath his hands and she finds herself clutching at his shirt, his jacket, baring her throat to his too-sharp teeth.

“You loved it,” he says, pressing the words into her jaw, down along her neck. “You got so very good at it, it must have bored you when it only took a wink to get what you wanted. It must have driven you mad to have us constantly at your heels, getting in the way, fucking everything up. Why pay thousands of gold for a health potion when ten minutes on your knees would suffice?”

A pained noise escapes Vex’s throat, the silk over her eyes growing damp. “Percy,” she gasps wetly, flayed raw.

“Tie you down?” he demands with a note of incredulous laughter, relentless. “I could ask you to serve at my pleasure in the morning and find you waiting like a bitch with her tail up that same night. I’m not the stallion, Vex’ahlia,” he hisses, thumbing aside the wet leaking beneath the silk. “I’m still the man in the stable, watching a confused mare who just needs someone to make use of her.”

There’s no controlling the flood of tears or her sobbing breath as she clings to him, shaking. He squeezes her shoulder, down her arm, taking her hand and pressing it up between her legs, their laced fingers slipping against her where she’s tender and slick.

“Your body is telling on you, my dear,” he says, skimming kisses over her chin, across her cheek. He brushes the blindfold off her eyes, sinks his free hand into the root of her mussed braid and turns her face up to his own. “Finish it,” he orders.

Her chest hitches with the quieting storm of emotion, subsiding almost as quickly as it came. It leaves her feeling wrung-out, weightless, blinking up at him through the overly bright glow of the room with damp eyes. He looks nowhere but at her, with such a ferocious kind of intensity she’s scalded by it. It’s welcome, cleansing.

It takes almost nothing to push through into the sweet clench of release. Every part of her feels like an exposed nerve; between her own careful touch and the glide of soft leather against her, inside her, she shudders and doesn’t look away.

Percy’s breath leaves him all at once. He carefully presses his forehead to hers.

“Come here, come here,” he says, gathering her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. The buttons of his coat poke her bare skin. She notes it distantly as he carries her away from the bed, settling them onto a little chaise she uses to dress in the mornings.

He undoes her hair, smoothing out the tangles with gentle fingers. The gloves are gone, discarded on the floor. She turns her head against his shoulder and he’s there, kissing her so softly it’s almost reverent.

“My brilliant, singular Vex.” He takes her hand as she reaches up to touch his face, pressing another kiss into her palm.

“Hey,” she murmurs, pleased by the vaguely burred edge to her voice.

“How are you feeling?” He cups her cheek, warmth spilling out of him when she tips the weight of her head into his hand.

“Curious,” she says, hooking her fingers into his cravat, just holding on.

“Oh?” Percy says. He shifts her closer against him, a small gathering motion that sends little waves of contentment out from her center, shivering happily in her skin.

“‘Own me’?” She asks, enjoying his sudden blush. “Exactly how much would you have paid for the pleasure of my company, Percy?” The note of mild affront is a fun embellishment, especially as faint tremors of laughter begin to shake through him.

“There’s no sum, Vex,” he says, drawing her up to his mouth, smiling against her lips. “You’re priceless.”

Re: Percy/Vax BDSM

(Anonymous) 2019-09-30 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Late, as always, but what's your opinion on background Percy/Vex?

Percy/Ripley - Everything he learned - Torture

(Anonymous) 2019-09-30 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
When Percy intimidated Anna Ripley during the Briareoods arc he promised he'd learned much more than she taught him.
Percy demonstrates. In detail.

Maybe they left her down in the cellar after all. Or she didn't escape and they tossed her back in. Maybe something else entirely happened. Maybe he's just fantasizing about it. I'm not picky. Just let Percy get his bloody revenge for once.

Re: Familiar, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-10-17 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, god. This was so very, very good. And very, very hot.

Re: Familiar, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-10-17 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! This fic has gotten precious little love so it's always extra nice to hear someone liked it! ♥!!!

Re: Familiar, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-12-17 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Holy hell, this was SO good for me! What a gift - thank you for writing and sharing it! <33333

Re: Familiar, Vex/Percy, E, 1/1

(Anonymous) 2019-12-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm so glad it worked for you and that you enjoyed it! <333

Re: Percy/Vex'ahlia, Percy invents pegging

(Anonymous) 2020-02-10 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Suuuuuuuper late but I absolutely love this prompt

Re: Grey (T, Cassandra&Percy, Percy/Ripley, forced marriage, angst)

(Anonymous) 2020-02-10 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
This. Is. So. GOOD! I just wish there was more to read (and that I'd seen it sooner)! It's so SO good!

Gilmore and Kidnapping

(Anonymous) 2020-03-12 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
So...I just read that Runechildren are often taken advantage of, with people either trying to study them or forcing them into slavery or whatever...so I wanna see that happen to Shaun. I imagine they must be some very powerful motherfuckers if they can manage it, but it WAS done in canon that one time so...

I'd like a very hurt/comfort type situation but feel free to make the hurt as dark as you like, though I'd prefer no permanent character death.

If you wanna keep it gen that's fine but if you go shippy I'd prefer Gilmore to be with Vax (Keyleth is more than welcome to be a part of things but I don't think she and Shaun are more platonic towards one another than anything)

Re: Gilmore and Kidnapping

(Anonymous) 2020-04-03 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Almost a month late, but seconded very hard. :)

Re: Give Up, Grog/Keyleth, NC-17

(Anonymous) 2020-04-21 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Greetings from the future! I just gotta say I love this. So. Much. It's so fucking hot, and the aftercare fully adds to that. <3 thank you for writing and sharing!

Percy/Scanlan, non/dub-con okay, humiliation

(Anonymous) 2020-06-14 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Percy was really mad at Scanlan for leaving, and how he came back, and I'm looking for something where that anger wasn't quite so tempered, and while Percy doesn't decide to kill Scanlan, he does get some revenge in a different way.

Scanlan under the influence of the love potion, or a different mind altering potion at a later date, or maybe something that takes away his magic so Percy can physically overpower him. Any level of consent here is okay. Like, I'd be cool with it just being a roleplay thing to blow off steam or whatever. Just Percy being really fucking cruel to Scanlan to get back at him a little.

Any/Any, Poly Machina; Wet n Messy

(Anonymous) 2020-07-06 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Idk if anyone even writes VM anymore, but just in case:

Any pairing or group is fine, I'm not especially picky. What I'm really looking for is some raunchy, wet n messy, no choice but to bathe afterwards fucking.

Ideas:
+Squirting
+Come play
+Watersports
+Lactation kink

Choose one, choose them all, do your thing. (No scat, no non-con)

Vax (/any), bedwetting

(Anonymous) 2020-10-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Rewatching C1 and caught a Vex throwaway line about Vax having used to have been a bedwetter, so I’d love to see something featuring this - in a sexy way, in a humiliating way, deliberately, accidentally, alone, with others, anything goes.

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