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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)
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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
And now some rules...
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Pike/Sarenrae, holy visitation
Body of comment: Pike gets a different kind of spiritual visitation one night.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Holy Smitten, Pike/Sarenrae, NC-17, 1/5"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
- RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
See Me At My Worst, 9/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)Then Vex’s hands are on him, quick and gentle as they remove the ring, and Percy lets out a cry that’s part pain and part relief.
“Oh, darling,” Vex says, and her mouth comes down on him. She kisses his sac, the base of his shaft, the inside of one thigh, and runs her tongue slow and soothing along the underside of his cock. It more than eases the pain.
“Vex, I’ll—”
“You’ll be all right.” She licks a drop—more than a drop—of fluid off the head of his cock. “I know you can hold it for me. Can’t you?”
Percy is not at all sure that he can, not with her soft mouth on him when she’s not speaking, but he manages to make a noise of assent.
“Good boy.” She lifts away, much to his discontent. Then there’s the cool lip of a potion vial at his mouth. Percy lets the fluid trickle down over his tongue, despite the fact that he doesn’t think he needs healing. It tastes of the usual healing potion, sweet and light, but with a tang to it like the spiced candies he recalls trying in Ank’Harel. He can’t imagine that it’s drugged, not when Vex is the one who he trusts most.
“You can hold it,” she repeats, and suddenly Percy remembers what they’ve agreed about endurance spells... and potions. “Now... where were we?”
“Pike, have I served you well now?” Percy asks.
Pike giggles breathlessly. “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
“Have I served everyone else well?” He knows it’s Grog’s turn next and, despite his practice with Orthax, he’s a little afraid.
“You’re very inspirational, de Rolo,” Vax says. “I wouldn’t mind seconds.”
“I think Grog should have his first go before anyone gets seconds,” Vex disagrees.
“Pike already got to go twice. I don’t mind Vax goin’ twice,” Grog says.
“No, my sister’s right. Grog, he’s all yours.” Percy hears Keyleth squeak with surprise and guesses that Vax has pulled her into an embrace. Certainly it’s followed up with kissing sounds, which Vex complements with a quiet faux-vomiting noise.
Percy can’t pay too much attention to their shenanigans, though, because Grog is fussing between his thighs, shifting a new cushion in under Percy’s ass to lift him even higher.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Scanlan says, and Percy feels the whole table lift up. “Better, big guy?”
“Much.” Grog takes the second cushion away; Percy certainly feels a lot more stable with just the one, although he imagines he wouldn’t be able to fall very far with Grog on top of him.
“I imagined you’d have him on his stomach.” Vex sounds a little disappointed. “Isn’t that more of a barbarian way to fuck?”
“I like watchin’ ladies’ faces,” Grog says, easing the plug out of Percy’s ass. “They go all pretty when they get off.” His deep laugh rumbles through Percy’s body. “I bet Percy’s pretty too.”
“He is,” Vex says, much to the dismay of her brother—and Percy himself, to an extent. Sharing him like this is one thing; oversharing the things that happen in private between just the two of them is another thing entirely.
Grog laughs and Percy hears the oil bottle come into play again, and then feels the slick press of Grog’s finger into him. While Scanlan’s earlier spell cleaned him up, he’s still open thanks to the plug, and Grog’s single finger works easily into him. Percy manages to relax into the touch and then rise to meet it, encouraging Grog with his body.
“Look at that.” Vax sounds impressed. “So much done to him tonight and he’s still begging for more.”
“Percy de Rolo, whore of Whitestone,” Keyleth says with slow deliberation. Percy shivers at the obscenity in her sweet voice. Grog takes it as an invitation to work a second finger into him, and Percy’s reaction—another sharp jerk of his hips—does nothing to gainsay Vax and Keyleth’s words. “You must have read some interesting books when you were younger.”
The fact that this is also true, on top of the stories that he could tell her about Orthax, makes Percy blush. He remembers coming across his first particularly salacious book when he was only twelve, not knowing entirely what was going on until the first illustration. It had been enchanted to move, too.
Maybe he’ll tell them all that when he’s not being finger-fucked stupid by Grog.
Grog’s got him stretched more than Vax did on only two fingers, and Percy can feel the blunt nudge of Grog’s cock against his thigh. If he could reasonably plead inexperience, then maybe Grog would let him off with something simpler.
But they all know about Orthax now.
Percy’s not in a place for thoughtful contemplation, but he does remember the moment when Orthax first broke through in his dreams, bringing him a dreadful dark seduction that he’d guiltily embraced time and again.
“He’s so pretty when he blushes,” Grog observes, reaching his other hand forward to stroke Percy’s burning cheek. “What’re you thinking about to do that, Percy?”
Percy takes a deep breath and begins to tell them the full story of Orthax. About the side they don’t know. They know about the guns and the vengeance and the shadow. What they don’t know is about the violent embraces that turned from dreams to reality one night.
And all the other nights when Orthax manifested after that, once the demon realized that Percy was allowing him access to his body as well as his mind.
“That’s awful,” Pike says quietly. Grog is frozen in place, one hand on Percy’s cheek, the other cupping his ass.
“I know it sounds that way. But...” Percy swallows hard. “It really wasn’t.”
If they ask him to explain how the darkness could be so good to him he’s going to have to stop everything, change his name, leave forever.
“So this is all right?” Grog asks, easing his fingers back inside Percy.
“Yes. Gods, yes.” Percy feels like laughing and crying. Grog’s fingers are hitting just the right spot inside him and he really only needs just the right touch on his cock to come. Although who knows how long Vex’s potion is made to last? He’s never going to be able to look Gilmore in the eye again.
“Can I—”
“Yes, Grog, you can fuck me.”
“Oh wow,” Pike murmurs.
Grog says nothing else. For a man iffy on how letters and numbers work, he’s got an excellent grasp on the concept of consent. Now that he’s reconfirmed that part, he’s intent on—well, on Percy. One thick finger trails along the underside of Percy’s cock, and Percy jumps at the unexpected touch.
“Gods!”
“You’re bigger ‘n Scanlan,” Grog observes.
There is a long, fairly awkward silence that is broken by Keyleth bursting out into hysterical laughter.
“I’d like to note that size comparisons between different races are by definition unfair,” Scanlan says, sounding supremely offended.
Percy can’t disagree, but he also can’t keep from picking up on Keyleth’s infectious giggling, and it’s while he’s shaking with laughter that Grog pushes into him. It still hurts at first, but Percy’s distracted enough—Vex and Vax are both laughing as well, and Pike is practically sobbing with mirth—that it’s not too much.
Percy stops laughing when Grog starts moving in earnest.
He knew, coming into this, that the intimate moments with everyone would be very different to that which he had experienced in the past. Size wise, Grog is closest to Orthax. But the difference is in the way that Grog treats him. Rather than whatever it was that Vex had expected when she’d referred to “fucking like a barbarian”, Grog’s careful and considerate. He can’t quite be gentle—there’s too much of him for that—but Percy finds himself very quickly raising his hips to Grog’s every controlled thrust, his breath turning fast and coming out in small cries.
It makes sense. Grog’s probably got to be this considerate with the more standard-issue whores that he beds. Though there are those who embrace being be hurt for the right price, Percy imagines that Grog doesn’t go in for that.
Grog shifts position, unceremoniously shoving one arm under Percy’s knee and lifting him for a better angle. His skin slaps against Percy’s and Percy cries out again, Grog’s name coming off his tongue in a way he’d never imagined it would except in the deepest most secret parts of his mind.
He can feel their eyes on him, watching, waiting to see if this will be what puts him over the edge. Keyleth’s stopped laughing and is making small whimpering noises; Percy can hear soft wet sounds that suggest very strongly that someone is playing with her.
“Fuck, Percy, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Grog rumbles, and then Percy feels the thick pulse of Grog spending inside him. It’s a strange sensation, because he feels it much more than with Vax. It’s an unfair comparison, as Scanlan said, to contrast people of two very different races. But there it is, and he’s sure that if Vex hadn’t slipped him that potion he’d be spilling his own seed as a consequence.
Grog holds still for a minute, breathing deeply, and then pulls out. The trickle of fluid out of Percy that follows is unpleasant, but Scanlan’s there with another spell to clean up. It may even be that he’s performed this task for Grog before, making his experiences with ladies of the night as comfortable for both parties as possible. Certainly Grog’s consideration speaks to having to be delicate with past human sized-partners.
Percy’s willing to bet none of Exandria’s courtesans have been fucked by a demon, though.
See Me At My Worst, 10/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)“I’d very much like to come, sweetheart,” Percy says as deadpan as possible.
Vex bubbles laughter. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask rather more seriously than that!” She runs her fingernails down his torso, plucking at each nipple until he’s humming with need, then closing her hand loosely around his cock and moving it just a little. The table lowers to suit her smaller frame. Scanlan could probably make a living off such inventions if he ever felt the need to.
“Oh. Fuck. Please, Vex.”
“You’re not finished yet,” Vex says, and it doesn’t make sense for a moment—of course he’s not finished, she has his still-hard cock in her hand and can feel how far he is from finished—but then Percy grasps her meaning.
“G-grog, have I served you well?”
“Yep,” Grog says without hesitation.
Percy does hesitate before asking the next question. “Have I fulfilled everyone’s needs completely tonight?”
“Yep,” Grog says again.
“Yes,” Scanlan says.
“No.” Vax, and Percy is unsurprised.
“Not yet, lover.” Vex, squeezing him to draw out a moan.
“Yes,” Keyleth says, sounding dazed. Percy warrants that, while Grog was coming, someone else was bringing Keyleth off. Probably Vax, although after Vex’s earlier attentions he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she had gone back to explore Keyleth a little further.
Pike’s quiet, and Percy wishes again that he could see her. Of them all she has been the least predictable, and it’s more than a little exciting not knowing what desires are coalescing in her mind.
“You can say no, Pickle. Nobody’s going to care if you want seconds. Thirds. Whatever you’re up to.”
“I feel greedy,” Pike says, voice small.
“Sarenrae’s sake, you’ve got every right to be greedy. Look at him.” Vax’s hand touches Percy’s cheek. “Look at his pretty pink mouth, just waiting for you... or that gorgeous cock you could ride again... he’s here for us to have, Pike, that’s the point.”
“When you put it that way.” Percy can hear Pike’s smile.
She comes to him first, back up on the kneeling pads, settling carefully astride his face. She doesn’t lower herself immediately, though, instead leaning to first the left and then the right.
When Percy feels the ropes slip free from his arms he can barely make sense of it at first. But then realization sets in and, as fast as he can, he has his hands on Pike’s ass, urging her down onto his lips and eager tongue.
Focusing on her serves as a distraction from what’s happening between his thighs. By now he recognizes Vax’s fingers, slipping so readily into him with just a touch more oil to counter the effects of Scanlan’s cleaning spell. He could, he thinks, get used to it; perhaps Vex would consent to lending him out to her brother once in a while.
There is an alternative, though, one that Vex brings home to him very suddenly as her accustomed weight settles astride him, the warmth of her that he knows oh so well pressing slick along the length of his shaft. There is an alternative, as her brother in turn presses in against Percy, his cockhead a familiar bluntness breaching the entrance to Percy’s body.
They can share him.
Percy cries out against Pike’s soft heat, feeling the pulse of her need against his tongue, hearing her gasp as she turns her head to see what’s got him so distracted. His fingers press roughly into her flesh, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Vex’s velvet warmth engulfs him; she’s practically purring as she settles herself and begins rocking, slowly at first to find a rhythm that works. Naturally it’s harder than if it were just she and Percy, as she has to balance her movements with those of her brother.
Vax takes his time easing into Percy, his earlier fierce need evidently somewhat quenched. Still, it doesn’t make it any less of a sweet torment to be caught between the two of them, and Percy’s very soon begging both twins to fuck him, obscenities spilling out against Pike’s skin. Pike’s fingers knot into his hair and yank his mouth harder against her, and Percy somehow manages to focus on what he’s doing. He doubts that she minds overmuch, though, considering how she shamelessly grinds down against him when he groans.
“Somebody touch me,” Vex says unsteadily. “Somebody—fuck.”
Percy’s never quite sure whose quick fingers find Vex’s clit and push her the last little bit of the way over the edge, only that whoever it is must have been very close to the table.
At any rate, when she comes the delicious tight shudder of her around him is what finally, finally grants Percy his own release.
To be perfectly vulgar, it’s the difference between shooting with a pistol versus shooting with a rifle.
He can hear—no, he can’t. He can’t hear the way Vex cries out at the sensation of his climax, although he can infer it. He can’t hear Pike gasping his name as she shudders with the tip of his tongue pressed against her even as he loses all sense of what to do with his mouth except chant, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes.” He can’t hear Vax moan as he spills over into Percy, nor the way it’s muffled against either Keyleth’s lips or his own sister’s shoulder.
All he can hear is the roaring in his ears of his own pulse, so loud in a way he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Except this time it’s not demon-wrought, but brought on by these beautiful people, his dear friends, who love him so very much.
See Me At My Worst, 11/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)“Have we used you well tonight, Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the third?”
The liquid sound of his full name on her lips never fails to make him smile. “Yes. Thank you. Thank you all.”
Scanlan clears his throat. “I do have a recovery room as well as Scanlan’s Sensual Seraglio,” he informs the group at large. The group at large responds with an unimpressed groan.
Percy feels the rope at his ankles loosen and looks past Vex to see Pike deftly picking the knots free. There’s a second table beside his, this one with various toys and suchlike on it. More coils of rope, at least one of a hemp far rougher than the silk used tonight. A pair of shears with rounded ends that Pike doesn’t need to free him of her clever bonds. The plug that kept him stretched open. Two bottles of oil, one half-used. Another two potion vials. The thought of how long he might offer service for given these latter items makes him swallow hard.
“What is it, darling?” Vex asks softly.
“I was thinking about how much oil we have left,” Percy says.
Vex laughs, without the somewhat cruel tone that has accompanied it over the last... he doesn’t even know how long. Have they been here for hours? “That’s true, but I think the rest of us would need endurance potions of our own to keep you going.”
“Is that what that was?”
“That, combined with healing. Gilmore was non-specific as to why he’d come up with it, but I could guess.”
There’s a moment of quiet between them as they each speculate about whether there might be a more innocent use for a potion combining a stamina boost and healing. Though ordinarily Percy could come up with three in as many seconds, right now the only one that he can think of has his cock stirring a little against Vex’s thigh.
“Later,” Vex murmurs. “If you still want.” She kisses him, then, and rolls off his body with an economy of graceful movement Percy’s not sure anyone but her brother could match.
Vax is the one to come and help Percy off the table, tossing a bundle of deep green silk at his sister before shaking out a similar bundle for Percy. It’s a robe—thin, meant to half cover and half display one’s body, semi-sheer as it is—but it does cover every part of Percy’s body as he wraps it around himself before finding his feet.
For the first time he gets a good look around. His companions are all donning similar robes, colored according to Scanlan’s whim—Pike’s is blue like her eyes, Vax’s black, Scanlan’s own a rich royal purple. Their regular clothing is lying wherever they disrobed at the beginning of the evening; the servants will tidy it away.
The clothing lies on rugs and on couches that all follow a general gently curved pattern. It goes with the fact that the room itself is round, rather than quadrilateral. He’s surprised to see that most of the decor is in muted grays and blues, rather than the garish red and black he would have expected from Scanlan. There is a nook filled with toys: pain-toys, pleasure-toys, all sorts, and a line marked on the floor, presumably the extent of the silence spell. The ceiling is domed and, while the room is predominantly lit by wall sconces, there are smaller lights overhead. Percy thinks they would recreate the night sky quite well, should the situation call for it.
He thinks of sharing this experience outdoors—even pretend outdoors—and shudders with mingled fear and desire.
“Are you all right, Percival?” Vax asks, his tone making it clear he’s not just poking fun.
“Fine. Just—I think I need to sit down.”
Vax moves to guide him to a couch, but Scanlan shakes his head and gestures for them all to pass through a beaded curtain into a second room, furnished similarly but with some notable differences. Everything is lighter in color: the walls, the ceiling, the couches. The biggest difference is that instead of a nook full of sex toys, there’s a table set for seven, with food being brought out by several quietly efficient servants.
Or perhaps the biggest difference is that this room doesn’t reek of sex.
Not that Percy objects in the slightest to the smell of sex, but in this instance the smell of frying chicken helps to start bringing him back from the place inside that his mind’s gone. It’s a dark place, but comfortable and cozy, and all his friends—his lovers, truly—have seen him through it in their own ways.
They gather around the table to tend to the basic needs after such an undertaking: Grog drinks ale, but the others refresh themselves with water. Even now it’s best to keep a clear head. There’s ample chicken prepared in many ways, but Scanlan has almost managed to get the concept of vegetables across to the servants, so there’s grilled corn on the cob and potatoes baked in their jackets. Simple fare, but filling, and more importantly grounding.
Percy finds it difficult to sit down. His body is less than delighted: coming out of the pleasant languor of sex, the emergence of various aches and pains is impossible to ignore. It’s the deep-down feeling of being well used, not the kind of thing that can be touched by any potion. He feels sleepy, and can see on the faces of the others that they feel the same way. Pike in particular looks ready to slip off her seat and onto the floor. Grog notices and pushes a crusty bread roll filled with hot chicken her way.
“Everyone’s gotta eat before bed,” he informs the table at large, as though it weren’t perfectly obvious given the existence of the meal in the recovery room.
Vex breaks open a roll, butters it, and passes half to Percy and half to her brother. Keyleth starts handing around ears of steaming corn, prompting Scanlan to make a horrible observation about their length and girth. As easily as that they’re on the path back out of the long-held fantasy to just being Vox Machina, well-known heroes of the land. The world doubtless thinks they have Vox Machina all figured out. Brash Scanlan and Grog, notorious frequenters of brothels; Vax’ildan and sweet Keyleth, quietly evolving their relationship; Pike Trickfoot, beloved of Sarenrae; and Vex’ahlia, unexpectedly raised to the ranks of Whitestone nobility, presumably due to her own developing relationship with Whitestone’s only son.
And himself, Percy de Rolo, son of Whitestone. Whore of Whitestone. The memory of Keyleth calling him that makes him feel giddy, and he laughs.
“Something funny?” Vex asks, pressing a tender piece of chicken against his lips.
Percy accepts the morsel, taking it from her fingers with a lingering lick. “Just thinking about tonight.”
“Are you feeling okay, Freddie?” Vax asks. “Eat some more.”
“The potatoes are great.” Scanlan picks one out of the bowl with the tongs and puts it onto Percy’s plate. “I can almost guarantee they don’t taste like chicken.”
Between the seven of them, they manage to demolish a fair amount of the food that’s been provided, each of them in their turn making certain that the others aren’t neglecting themselves.
It’s strange just how normal everything feels. Percy had been expecting it to all be thoroughly awkward when at some point someone fully internalized just what they’d all done. But that moment never comes. Not even from Keyleth, where he’d expected it the most.
Instead, once the main meal is gone, the servants clear away the plates and bring out an incredible ice confection for dessert, the fine-crushed ice colored with sugar syrup and garnished lavishly with all kinds of berries. It’s very much a dish to share, and share it they do; by the time the bowl is empty save for a couple of blueberries Percy thinks he’s been fed a spoonful by each of the others, and fed them in return.
Despite the sugar, Pike’s yawning before the sweet treat is gone. Too much of the other kind of treat, Percy assumes. Keyleth’s head is drooping onto Vax’s shoulder, although she still takes raspberries one by one from his fingers.
It’s Scanlan who looks the most awake as best as Percy can tell, and Scanlan who prompts them all to the last step before bed: bathing. Naturally there are individualized bathing chambers for each of them off this recovery room. Just like the carefully created robes—that Percy doesn’t think are merely a creation of the mansion—it’s indicative of how carefully Scanlan thought so much of this through.
Percy gets one step into his bathing chamber and stops. He can’t be alone right now. But Vex sees him freeze and, though they usually give each other a degree of space when it comes to matters of personal hygiene when they have the choice (as adventuring does not always permit them such privacy), she follows him into the room, closing the door behind them.
“Are you all right?”
“I just don’t want to be alone.”
They bathe together, taking advantage of the mansion’s ability to produce a hot bath without the effort of cutting and carrying firewood to boil water. They speak little; whatever discussion is to come to pass between them regarding the impact of this on their relationship will have to wait, for tonight is about the seven of them together. Mostly it’s just pass the soap and can you do my back: sweet simple things that bring both of them back down to earth.
There is one big question that Percy asks Vex, though.
“Did you mind sharing?”
“Not at all,” Vex says immediately, and there’s no hint of jealousy in her eyes. “Although I wouldn’t do it every night.”
“I’d die if you did.”
“Someone else might have to have a turn in the middle.”
Percy’s fingers go still in Vex’s wet hair, snagging on a tangle, making her flinch. “You—do you really think someone else might—Vex, it’s not normal.”
“Nothing’s normal when it comes to sex,” Vex says complacently. “Just common. And anyway, don’t you think Pike would like a turn at being the center of attention? She was enjoying herself very much.”
Percy doesn’t have to think about it very hard to agree with her.
Once they’re clean and dry, dressed in their own nightclothes, the seven of them gather in the recovery room, from which Scanlan leads them to the last new room of the night.
It seems impossible that one bed could be big enough for seven people, let alone when one is a goliath and two are gnomes capable of being swamped by the covers, but Scanlan has managed it. It’s more or less circular, and covered with enough blankets and pillows to outfit an entire inn.
“I’m starting to think you’ve been thinking about a Vox Machina orgy for a while now, Scan-man,” Vax says, taking up a position along an outer edge of the bed. Keyleth curls into him and pats the bed for Percy to lie down in the middle. He crawls in next to her, and Vex promptly spoons in behind him, with Grog behind her. Pike unhesitatingly clambers on top of Grog to use him as a mattress, while Scanlan lies crossways along the top of the bed, his head near Percy’s and his feet close enough to Vax’s head for Vax to complain.
“I just have a sense for how to fit things together,” Scanlan says.
The lights turn down low; the ceiling is domed in here as well and soft lights mimic the stars outside. Keyleth starts pointing out constellations, falling asleep after three. Vax isn’t far behind her, his usual watchfulness slipping away in the safety of the mansion. Grog starts snoring mightily, but they’re all well accustomed to that by now. Pike emits her own tiny snores as she lies on Grog’s chest.
“Goodnight, darling,” Vex says, kissing Percy’s neck.
He turns his head to kiss her properly, a slow dance of tongues and lips that leaves them both sighing somewhat giddily. It’s not so dark that he can’t see her smile.
“Goodnight, Scanlan. Thank you for all your hard work making this for us.”
“It was my pleasure, Lady Vex’ahlia.”
Vex doesn’t snap at him for the title, as she is wont to do; her arm tightens around Percy’s waist and then her breathing evens out into the slow cadence of sleep.
Percy expects to be last to sleep, despite how very insistent his body is that it would like to be left alone to recover. He doesn’t feel that his brain will switch off in a hurry.
“Percy,” Scanlan murmurs.
“Mmmm?”
“Are you feeling all right?”
“A little sore.”
“I meant mentally.”
Percy considers this. “I’m afraid I’ll wake up in the morning and you’ll all have left me behind because I’m just too—too wrong in the head.”
Scanlan’s hand brushes the top of his head; Percy reaches up to grip it. “We wouldn’t have done this just because you said it. We all wanted it as much as you.”
Percy thinks of Orthax and of just how sharp-edged and deep and dark desire can be, and lets out a quiet negatory sound.
“We did,” Scanlan insists. “Pike told us that the zone of truth spell meant you had to be honest—”
Painfully honest. He’d been aware of the spell, but unable to think of an answer to the question that was properly evasive, and the truth had been drawn out of him one blushing word at a time.
“—and Keyleth said the least we could do was repay your honesty with our own, and then Vax said he’d, what was it? Bang you like a goliath hitting rocks together to light a fire.”
“Did not,” Vax protests from the shallows of sleep.
“Well, anyway. We all expressed our interest in our own ways, and then it was just a matter of logistics, timing, and—”
“Telling me.”
“That was the hard part.”
Percy remembers how Scanlan had broached the subject by popping his head into Percy’s workshop and bluntly asking, “Remember that whole seven-way fantasy thing you mentioned? Are you still interested?”, and says, “It didn’t seem that hard for you.”
“Well, just because you had the fantasy didn’t mean you wanted it. People think all kinds of things in the privacy of their own minds. You just didn't have any choice about speaking it.”
“I wanted it,” Percy says quietly.
Scanlan’s hand tightens on his. “I know. So did we.”
“Shup, Sca’ln. Tryna sleep,” Pike murmurs, not particularly indignantly.
But Percy’s glad of Scanlan’s words, and he thinks Scanlan’s glad to be sure that everything that has passed between them all this night won’t turn out to have been a nightmarish idea in the morning.
“Love you all,” he says into the half-dark.
Not everyone responds, due to the draw of sleep, but nonetheless Percy feels their love surrounding him, palpable as the physical blankets draped every which way over them.
His fingers slacken and slip from Scanlan’s; as sleep takes him he hears Scanlan begin to hum something that might be a lullaby.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)Sounds like there were some nice possibilities left open... perhaps in the future we get perhaps a Pike sharing?
Again - thank you! :-)
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 05:20 am (UTC)(link)A Pike sharing would be a lot of fun, and I'm not ruling it out from my ideas list, but there are other WIPs higher up the list that take precedence at this point. (Although considering I just blithely ignored them all in favour of 13K of group sex, who knows?)
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 01:48 am (UTC)(link)Pike sharing pretty pleaaaase
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I'm just overwhelmed by how incredibly great this fic is. Please tell me you have an AO3 account and you'll post it there soon? I want to bookmark this and kudos it and leave massive comments all over again.
“He learned it all from Orthax, didn’t you, Percival?” Vax sounds silkily pleased with himself, adding a low laugh when the others gasp with surprise.
I love how Vax pushes at these nastier bits, when no one else will.
“Vex, please!” He pulls against the ropes holding him down, fear beginning to take him. Alone. In the dark. Where he was when Orthax first came to him in the flesh, instead of merely in spirit. “Vex!”
I panicked too and it was so great. I love that Percy goes through a lot of emotions throughout this, he isn’t just rolling around in pleasure the whole way through, there’s moments of doubt, of fear.
“Careful, Pickle,” Vax says, and then Pike’s the one balanced over his face, settling into place with Vax’s aid but then shooing him away. She seems to have decided that the only support she needs is fisting her hands into Percy’s hair, and he’s perfectly all right with that.
Vax lifting Pike: YES. Pike grabbing Percy’s hair: YES. This fic: YES.
“Get it, Pike!” Grog says delightedly. He’s down near Percy’s feet, one hand resting on Percy’s thigh, but not doing anything in particular with it. They’re all not just sharing Percy’s body as their collective toy, but engaging with each other a lot more than he’d expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect.
I’m so delighted with this moment.
“Not yet.”
*screams with joy* YES PIKE!
“I got you, little buddy,” Grog says unexpectedly, and Percy feels it as Grog’s hands settle on Pike’s waist for support. “Show him what a monstah you are.”
Grog and Pike double teaming someone, my life is complete.
“We can’t give you too much of a good thing.”
“This is all a good thing,” Percy says honestly.
“Even when you cried?”
“Was I crying?” He doesn’t remember.
“When we used the silence spell.”
“Oh.”
Beautiful. This fic is beautiful.
“I imagined you’d have him on his stomach.” Vex sounds a little disappointed. “Isn’t that more of a barbarian way to fuck?”
“I like watchin’ ladies’ faces,” Grog says, easing the plug out of Percy’s ass. “They go all pretty when they get off.” His deep laugh rumbles through Percy’s body. “I bet Percy’s pretty too.”
*incoherent delighted whimpering noises* I could read a whole damn fic of Grog fucking Percy, to be honest.
“Percy de Rolo, whore of Whitestone,” Keyleth says with slow deliberation. Percy shivers at the obscenity in her sweet voice.
I love Keyleth getting raunchy.
“I know it sounds that way. But...” Percy swallows hard. “It really wasn’t.”
If they ask him to explain how the darkness could be so good to him he’s going to have to stop everything, change his name, leave forever.
Oh, Percy. I wanna cry. In a good way.
He can feel their eyes on him, watching, waiting to see if this will be what puts him over the edge. Keyleth’s stopped laughing and is making small whimpering noises; Percy can hear soft wet sounds that suggest very strongly that someone is playing with her.
I’m gonna FAINT this is so HOT.
“Sarenrae’s sake, you’ve got every right to be greedy. Look at him.”
VAX encouraging Pike to go for another ride YESSSSSSSS.
They can share him.
I almost fell off my damn bed, goddamn.
The aftercare chapter was a lovely finishing touch. I felt like I was being snuggled.
“Someone else might have to have a turn in the middle.”
Percy’s fingers go still in Vex’s wet hair, snagging on a tangle, making her flinch. “You—do you really think someone else might—Vex, it’s not normal.”
“Nothing’s normal when it comes to sex,” Vex says complacently. “Just common. And anyway, don’t you think Pike would like a turn at being the center of attention? She was enjoying herself very much.”
Percy doesn’t have to think about it very hard to agree with her.
It’s very important that even after all that, Percy still has his doubts and anxieties. I love that it didn’t just all go away after one time, he’s still working through some issues here.
And hell yeah, Pike being loved and worshipped and the center of attention, fuck yeah.
But Percy’s glad of Scanlan’s words, and he thinks Scanlan’s glad to be sure that everything that has passed between them all this night won’t turn out to have been a nightmarish idea in the morning.
I’m so happy that was established.
Thank you thank you THANK YOU for writing this! I'm over the moon about this fic. I can't thank you enough. This is the greatest gift. I hope I can thank you de-anon'd someday.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for all the love you gave to this. I picked the prompt up on a whim and it ended up making my November so much more bearable. I'm so glad that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)1. I actually got a little teary eyed, that last scene. I think for all scanlan jokes, you got his sweet side exactly right. Also because I think I relate to Percy's feeling of fuckedupness a little too much.
2. Yaaaaaaas monstah pike! I just feel like her (and often grog) never really get their day in the sun. I 100% agree that grog and pike would be opposites in the bedroom than they are out. Grog gentle and pike not so much
3. Vex and Vax without it being weird. I expected more complaining from them to be honest, but I suspect they were all a little too distracted. It was the perfect amount of twins without getting incesty.
4. You can't just mention a table of toys and then leave! Haha I was like wait, no, what's on that table?? Do tell?
5. Gilmore's glorious sex toys!!!!!!
6. Just fucking all of it. Thank you SO SO much for this!
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)I realized that I might have inadvertently kink shamed the twincest fandom with my comment which was not at all my intention!!!
All kinks are equal. For example, mine include Percy getting banged by the rest of vox machina :p
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 10:57 am (UTC)(link)2. HEADCANON JUSTIFIED.
3. It was hard not to overdo it with the twins, just because I've seen other prompts for V/P/V or some combination thereof. I had to keep reminding myself that this prompter might not be into the tvvincest.
4. SO MANY TOYS. The shit Percy would then think up after the session would be amazing.
5. Yep. Because there's no way in the world that Gilmore doesn't have a connection of some sort to someone who makes them if he doesn't make them himself.
6. You are so welcome, and thank you so much for this lovely long comment!