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That is honestly so sweet! This fandom is such a blessing in so many ways. Like there are so many talented people, and I know you know that 'cause we just talked about it. lol XD

You are so very talented. Your stuff is always so tasty, and I know I've said this, but the piece with the coat was SO SEXY AND GOOD, and AHHHHH! I don't have words for what they do to me- I just want to eat them all!

You are so sweet and encouraging, and I've really enjoyed our interactions. I love seeing you on my dash and in my notes. Your comments always mean a lot to me and I really hope you know I appreciate you and that you can stop by whenever you want to.

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I got to 800! To celebrate we are just going to keep it very simple. Send me an ask telling me about something you love (whether it's a band, a book, a snack, whatever), and I will shower you with love and appreciation!

I know, I know 800 isn't all that much, and most people wait till 1K. But you guys are so awesome, and I want to celebrate you! I've met so many lovely people in the past few months, and you deserve to be loved. :)

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Spoilers: this isn’t even the actual chapter. 

“We’ll see each other again soon,” Percy says as he hugs Keyleth.

“We’d better. You’ll write, right?”

“Of course.”

“Because we’re best friends. We’re thick as thieves.”

Percy never had many friends growing up. His parents didn’t discourage it, but he never sought them out. He was more concerned with the ideas in his head and the books in the library than with relationships.

After his family died, he became the darkest version of himself and didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone else.

But when he met Vox Machina, things started to change. Now, his heart which was once all smoke and ire holds warmth and happiness too. A lot of that had to do with the friend who has become more like a sister.

She paces back and forth across the room. She's probably going to wear a hole in this rug, but she can't seem to stop. She's just so nervous.

Logically, she knows that she shouldn't be. Percy is a good man, they love each other, and the de Rolos have made it clear that they like her. But there's a cruel part of herself that whispers, people like Percy never end up with people like you.

When the door finally opens, Vex freezes in place. Percy’s face is unreadable as he comes closer, and Vex has to grip her tunic to keep herself from fidgeting.

“You’ve told your parents?” the question bursts out of her. 

Percy doesn't answer. Instead, he wraps her in his arms and lifts her straight off the ground. 

“Percival!” she squeals. “What are you doing?”

Percy starts to spin, and she can’t help but laugh. She grabs his sides, burying her face against his neck. Finally, they stop, and Percy puts her down.

She takes a moment to reorient herself and then asks, “Does this mean it went well?”

"They were delighted! In fact, I believe they intend to throw us an engagement party."

"That sounds wonderful," she says with a giddy grin.

Percy smiles right back, and it makes her heart flutter. He kisses her nose and then says, "As much as I want to stay here forever, they wish to speak to us. Shall we?"

"Yes." She takes his hand in hers. "We shall."

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A/N: This was inspired by the grey hunt AU written by the lovely and wonderful ghostofwhitestone, who also wrote from this exact au for this day, and I had to convince myself to post this at all. So, go read that, okay?

Flufftober 2022 - 1. Wearing Each Other's Clothes

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The long coat fits a bit more snug than she anticipated. She shouldn’t be surprised, really. They have similar upper-body builds. Archery… gunslinging…  both require a fair amount of shoulder strength, strong biceps and triceps, the whole works.

She steps around the divider and twirls around, “How do I look, darling?” She flicks her braid over her shoulder in emphasis. “Noble enough for you?”

“Vex…” he sighs, flustered. “It’s not exactly tailored for you.”

“Why’s that matter?” she pouts. “I didn’t ask if it was tailored for me, I asked how I look.”

Standing from the armchair, Percy crosses the small space between them and rests his hands on her shoulders. “Dear, you look like you’re wearing a coat that doesn’t belong to you.”

Vex’ahlia hrumphs and turns away from him to look at her appearance in the elongated mirror next to her.

He leans in, whispering over the shell of her slightly-pointed ear, “But if you want my honesty, you look … exquisite.”

The blush creeps from her neck, past the lapels of the blue garment and up to her cheeks. Casting her eyes away from her reflection with a smirk, “...was that so hard?”

Percy doesn’t answer, instead focusing his attention to the open mouth kisses he trails down her ear, her jaw, the crook of her neck. The coat is nudged aside, giving him more room to pepper feather-light kisses on her skin as he navigates a path to Vex’s collarbone. One hand falls from her shoulder, skating down her side and landing on her hip, which he uses as leverage to bring her closer to him.

“Hard is relative.”

As the sun sinks lower in the sky, Vex curses herself for not wearing her cloak. At least the preparations for Winter’s Crest are done, and she can go curl up by a fire. She is about to head back up toward the castle when someone catches her arm. 

Percy looks better than he has in a while. His cheeks and nose are slightly pink from the cold. But his eyes are where she sees the most significant difference. They had been dull and shadowed, but now they are bright, almost playful. “Are you leaving?”

“I am.”

“May I join you?”

“Of course.”

The wind picks up a little as they walk, and she shivers. “Percy, Whitestone is nice and everything, but it’s fucking cold.”

“Yes, and while I can’t do much about that in the long run, I have something that may temporarily assist.”

Before she can ask him what he means, he takes off his coat and puts it around her shoulders. The gesture surprises her, but she doesn’t argue. It's soft and still carries the warmth of his body. It also smells like him. She refuses to wonder why she notices this last bit. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do. Although, I am curious why you didn’t bring your cloak.”

“It was warmer when we left,” she argues half-heartedly. “Plus, I’ve been distracted by other things."

“Fair.”

They walk in easy silence for a while, her fingers pulling at the sleeves of his coat. “You're looking better, by the way.” 

“I'm feeling better.”

“I thought you might not return to us for a while.”

“I almost didn’t.”

“I’m glad you did,” she pauses, “has there been any more smoke?”

“Not that I’ve noticed.”

“That's good. Are you enjoying spending time with Cassandra?”

“She’s infuriating.”

"Yeah, siblings are like that."

At that moment, something cold and wet hits her nose. Vex pulls the coat collar up against her neck, snuggling into it. She gives Percy a wide smile.

"Race you back."

Percy's laughter follows her. She grins when she hears his footsteps hurrying behind her too.

The Lord and Lady of Whitestone ☀️