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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Critical Role / Vox Machina
Pairing: Percival De Rolo/Vax'ildan/Vex'ahlia
Rating: explicit. Please check tags inside.
Warnings: post the sunken tomb, twincest
It’s been getting more difficult to hide it, especially from Percy. From the group as a whole, it’s just second nature by now, and they don’t have any problems about behaving as your usual brother and sister on the outside. But when sharing a bed, when the three of them are a mess of limbs and spit, falling into their habit just feels—instinctive.
Percy’s commitment to being emo is so strong I would have cracked the minute Vex peeked her head out have you SEEN her tits?
intertwined
intertwined by sabinelagrande (1,204 words)
A short fic set the morning after Percy and Vex sleep together the first time, when Vax confronts Percy, but not in the way he expects. I really enjoyed this little snippet! Percy, stumbling a little bit because this is not a situation he has practice with, and Vax, being protective but not unreasonable, and all in all, sweet and awkward.
Lor-Elaine Magnolia Vex’ahlia von Musel Klossowski de Rolo V
Fighter [Gunslinger] 8 - Artificer [Battle SMith] 4 - Rogue [Assassin] 8 Strength 8 - Dexterity - 18 - Constitution 16 Intelligence 20 - Wisdom - 12 - Charisma 16
[ Linguist ] - [ Alert ] - [ Sharpshooter ] - [ Observant ] - [ Skilled ] - [ Skulker ]
Lawful/Neutral Evil
Her mechanical defender is simply named Puma. This is Puma3. She uses this construct as a distraction and occasional escape aid. While reluctant due to the high cost in time and gold, she will sacrifice her defender if it will further her cause. There is no emotional bond to her creation.
She lives by the belief that the knowledge and practice of firearm making should be brought back under the de Rolo name, and that name only. To accomplish this is her mission in life, and she will go to any lengths to ensure its success.
"My name is Lor-Elaine de Rolo, and your debt is due.”
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after all the mentions in the vesrah arc did anyone ever write a percy/vex little mermaid au??
I’m truthfully really behind on Critical Role, but I’ve heard that these two are happy, and that makes me happy.
I wish you would write a fic where: (Since we're all in the wuff mood, apparently) Vex and Percy dealing with him starting to shift at the most inconvenient time and Vex either calming him down so he stops shifting or eases his shift so it isn't as stressful as sudden out of the blue shifts usually are.
Oh man, yes. Percy’s shifts never seem guided by the moon (Vex has no idea if it’s because of Pelor’s influence on the de Rolo bloodline or if that’s just a myth about werewolves or if Percy’s just weird) but he does get itchy and stressed out if he goes too long without shifting and he definitely tends to start shifting involuntarily when emotions are high.
I like the idea that maybe it’s a political situation - some diplomat who is a little too snotty or some foreign official that VM is trying to get in good with, and Percy hasn’t changed in awhile so he’s tense as it is. And this guy just keeps staring down his nose at all of them, totally unhelpful and making oblique comments about their poor breeding.
Percy can feel blood dripping down his hands because his fingertips have sprouted claws that are digging into the meat of his palm where he’s clenching his fists. The jaw he’s clenching is shifting and grinding, flat teeth turning into razor sharp ones. Bone and muscle is just starting to strain and expand when all of a sudden Vex is taking up his vision and tugging him by his coat down to her level so she can whisper in his ear and try to calm him.
“Hardly the time and place is it, sweetheart? And if you rip that new coat I got for you, I will be rather upset.”
Percy can actually feel every inch of his body pause to reconsider. His spine expands and contracts with his breathing in a manner that isn’t painful but is definitely uncomfortable, until his bones decide that they agree with his brain and they would rather be in human shape for the moment.
Vex lifts one of his hands to her mouth and opens his fist to kiss his bloodied palm. A tingle of healing energy closes the wounds, but Vex’s lips are red when she pulls back.
Percy probes the inside of his mouth with his tongue and finds his teeth are not as sharp as he thought they would be. “Perhaps later then, when I’m not wearing the coat.”
“Later,” Vex agrees with a wink.