do not weep, do not wail; i am coming home to you

My second fic in a week i am trash i apologize (title from Thus Always to Tyrants by the Oh Hellos)


Vex always knew he’d die before her; his lifespan was half as long as hers, at best, and honestly, he had no sense of self-preservation.

He was always going to die before her.

Except, Vex thought, he didn’t. If she was going by technicalities, she’d have to bring up her short death in the sunken tomb.

If he was here, she’d tell him that.

If Percy was here, Vex would tell him a lot of things.


It’s after the battle, and Scanlan’s setting up the mansion. They need to get to Pike, quickly; they have to get to Pike, now.

But Keyleth needs to rest.

Grog shuffles over to Vex, where she sits cradling Percy’s broken body. He goes to take him out of her arms, and she shakes her head. No, Vex will carry him. He helped her at her weakest; he made her feel strong in Syngorn. She can carry him.

Stumbling to her feet, she picks him up. She moves slowly, and almost loses her footing on the glass beach, but her grip on Percy’s body is iron; is steel.

She carries him over the threshold to the mansion, the rest of Vox Machina half a step behind her. Vex stops suddenly; “Where do we put him?”

The question makes Keyleth choke back a loud sob; she understands what Vex is saying. Percy’s bedroom, his workshop; they’re rooms for the living.

They can’t just leave his body there.

Vax sits down on the floor by a gaudy orange couch that Scanlan no doubt thought was fashionable, “I don’t think any of us want to leave him right now, right?”

Vex nods, and lays Percy gently, so gently on the couch, and sits on Vax’s left, leaning against his shoulder. Keyleth lays her head on Vax’s lap, tears still wet against her cheeks. Vax’s hand immediately goes to her head, playing with her hair. Scanlan sits a few feet away, playing a soft, mournful tune on his flute. Grog sits across from them, facing Percy’s body like some kind of honor guard.

Which, Vex supposes, they all are.

The last protectors of the last son of the de Rolo clan.


They get to Whitestone.

They get to Pike.

Pike casts her Sarenrae magic. And she’s asking for help, for someone to do something to help with the ritual.

Vex realizes, then. No one’s told her about Tiberius.

What will they do, if they manage to revive Percy? Tell her that one of her friends is still dead, is beyond her help?

What if they can’t revive Percy?

Vax is praying, begging for the Raven Queen to do something, anything. His time’s not up; he has unfinished business, please.

Keyleth is placing his tinkering kit in his lifeless hand; she whispers that he could fix most anything, so please, please let them fix him.

Vex leans forward and says, so quietly in his ear, “I wanted to tell you so many things.”

Percy stays still.

He’s so still.

He’s dead.

But then he’s gasping, forcing air into his lungs, his heart beginning to beat again. He looks half-dead and bewildered, and he’s covered in dirt and blood, and Vex thinks he’s never looked better.

WhathappenedwhereamI?” He wheezes out.

“You’re in Whitestone-” begins Pike.

You’re alive!” Cries Keyleth, before tackling him into a giant hug.

Percy groans, and hugs her back. He catches Vex’s eye, and he looks as though he has a question on his lips.

Vex sneaks out of the room, Keyleth’s happy sobs a fantastic distraction.


Vex doesn’t see him for four days; turns out, being dead for nine or so hours means that a well-meaning gnome cleric will all but smother you to death.

It doesn’t help that she’s avoiding him.

Vex knows that he probably won’t remember what she whispered to his dead body; but saying that aloud…

She doesn’t know where to go from here.

All of a sudden, she understands Keyleth’s reluctance to pursue a relationship with her brother; it hurts to watch someone important to you die, much less someone you…

Someone you love.

She’s sitting in the highest watch tower overlooking Whitestone, making new arrows and thinking, yet again, that she should have taken Saundor’s deal. She could’ve prevented this; Percy didn’t need to die.

She’s so engrossed in her self-hatred that she doesn’t hear his footsteps, loud as they are. She doesn’t even notice him until he’s sitting down and speaking. But then again, something about Percival de Rolo’s always been able to sneak up on her.

“Keyleth and Vax have been filling me in on what I missed.” He says, staring out at the distant forest.

“Hm?” Vex replies, not taking her eyes off her arrow.

“They say you carried me into the mansion, and that you assisted with the ritual.”

“Darling, you would’ve done the same. And what was I supposed to do, let you die?” she says, starting on a new arrow.

“Yes, well, they didn’t hear what you said,” he begins.

“What I said?”

“During the ritual,”

“Oh,” Vex responds, “That.”

“Yes,” Percy says, “That.”

“I said that I wanted to tell you many things.” Vex says, fiddling with the fletching on her arrow.

“What… things?” Percy asks, looking her dead in the eye.

Vex sighs, setting her arrow down. She looks up at the sky and sighs again, before looking Percy in the eye and sighing once more. “That I love you, that you’re one of my best friends, that seeing your dead body hurt me more than actually dying.

Percy blinks. “You love me?”

Vex glares at him, “Of course, you idiot.”

He blinks once more, “Oh.”

And then he kisses her.


Vex always knew he’d die before her; his lifespan was half as long as hers, at best, and honestly, he had no sense of self-preservation.

But they would always love each other, regardless of that fact.

anonymous asked:

i didnt know seb was sick?? ugh what an angel for still doing the con. im super drained, i cant imagine how he felt

Yeah I heard that from someone! I hope he’s getting lots and lots of rest right now cause he needs it after the con. It’s like he wants to give back so much to his fans?? LIKE???? HOW IS HE REAL??? SO SWEET SO NICE SO AMAZING SO ohoOOH MY GOD

crusader-allura  asked:

( concern starters) "You need to rest now. Don't move." Allura winced and knelt beside Varian, trying to see to whatever wounds the king may have received. "You could have died, you know?"

     “If I had a copper every time I heard that.” He tried to laugh but the pain ceased his attempts. “I’ve survived worse than this Allura, I’ll survive this.” He moved carefully giving her a better look as she examined his wounds.


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