I hope every time Scanlan Shorthalt uses his mansion to keep him and his daughter warm at night, he sees that god awful family portrait Pike commissioned from Garmelie hanging above his mantle, and remembers just who he left behind
Imagine everyone making their way through the shadowfell with Vex and Vax taking point as usual. The two of them go ahead, turning a corner and are gone from sight for a few minutes, but nobody’s worried. Grog and Keyleth are playing Boulder Paper Shears, Percy is idly adjusting his guns, Pike is looking around at the gray landscape, and Scanlan is humming so soft you wouldn’t hear it unless you were right next to him. A few minutes later, Vax appears around the corner and is walking back in the somewhat disconcerting silent manner they’ve all grown used to. Everyone turns waiting to hear what he’s seen.
As he’s walking back, a small smile comes to his face. He opens his mouth, a joke about to escape him when he feels something beat against his chest. He sees his family’s faces all turn to panic as their necklaces emit a faint red glow and all of them, save Scanlan, sprint towards the corner where Vex disappeared.
Vax’s wings are out and his boots make him a bullet. He leads the charge, desperately trying to figure what had happened in the moments he hadn’t seen her. As they near the corner Vex comes racing around, sitting atop the broom with her bow ready to fire. Both twins eyes go wide and they frantically stop their mad dash and manage to avoid colliding. Vex sees everyone else safe and standing and her muscles relax, relief spreading throughout her body briefly before despair settles in.
She falls onto the ground, her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. Her voice comes out soft and broken, “Tary.”
can i has more cr sense8 au percy pls? (if your up for it of course)
*slams 2,000 words on your desk five months later* MY HOBBIES INCLUDE PROCRASTINATING FOR FINALS BY WRITING SCENES FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE HYPOTHETICAL PLOT OF NICHE CROSSOVERS WITHOUT GIVING YOU ANY CONTEXT SAVE A COUPLE OLD POSTS OF BULLET POINTS (posts here. Take this fic as the inter-seasons holiday special, basically.)
still not certain we should be doing this.“
was a meaningless statement even before he said it. With her arm in his, with
the warmth of her against his side and the tinkle of her laugh fading in the
air, Percy thought he would trust Vex to lead him down any icy path through the
woods, with any blindfold on or off, even if he had never known her more
intimately than he knew himself. Even if they had just met, somehow, one day,
and she had smiled and beckoned, he would have followed.
gagging noises broke into his thoughts—Vax, visiting as almost always, making
Vex laugh in the cold Northern darkness. The drugs all but gone from his veins,
Percy could feel him again, that knife’s edge of sarcasm prickling over
devotion deep enough to fill the sea.
(one? three?) months of isolation was turning him poetic. It was horrifying.
be fine,” said Vex, tugging him forward. “Turn right—”
followed her instructions obediently. “I don’t know where you get the
confidence that she won’t be looking, just this one night. It’s not like the
holidays have stopped them before.”
she’s loony, Freddie,” Vax said with overwhelming fondness.
Imagine if you will: it’s six months later in game-time. Keyleth finished her Aramente, Hotis is dead, Taryon has paid the party and wandered on his way, so on and so forth. There’s still a few Lingering Questions™ perhaps about that book and other things, but Vox Machina are prepared to take a well-deserved rest for a while. Their keep is finally empty of refugees, there’s time to take a break from things like governing Whitestone, and everyone heads back to Greyskull for a little while to just enjoy their home and one another’s company for the first time in an age.
They send a message to Scanlan, an olive branch: we’re going back to Emon, back to Greyskull Keep. We’d love to pick out a room for Kaylie, if you feel like coming by.
No reply. Keyleth considers scrying on him in case something’s the matter, but finally decides not to intrude any further on his privacy.
The day arrives. Bags are packed, they step through the Sun Tree and into their garden; the only familiar faces waiting are a few of their servants and Jarrett, but it’s still their good old long-lost home. Emon is finally starting to really bustle again in the Conclave’s aftermath. They consider a quiet dinner at home, but it almost seems like a waste; Vox Machina, as they’re wont to do, leave their things behind and head out to a tavern for a good time.
The one they pick is a big bustling place, and being the local heroes and all, they opt for one of the less conspicuous tables off in a corner. They can’t really see the minstrels performing way over on the stage for all the heads in between. (Well, Grog can, but he’s busy with his ale.) The fiddler is uncommonly good, though, accompanied by an abrasively lively shawm and then an equally nimble lute. It’s good music to get drunk by, so they toast and laugh and nobody thinks anything more of it until there’s a smooth tenor voice that they’d recognize anywhere:
“Let me tell you the tale,” it sings, “of Vox Machina.”
One of the group drops their ale mug, and the crowd whoops and cheers for Scanlan Shorthalt’s latest masterpiece, which of course he’s been performing here for days already to be sure the regulars know the words. There’s a verse describing all the heroes, naturally, and Scanlan meets their eyes one after another with a small smile on his face. Olive branch returned.
He looks different. Less jewelry. Somewhere along the line apparently he cut his hair, and now it’s half grown out again. The only earring he wears is Tiberius’s, and the front of his shirt is closed. He’s dressed like a man who’s decided maybe female attention isn’t that important to him after all.
The song is several verses long, glowingly detailing Vox Machina’s exploits. It must have taken ages to write. There are even some lines about Taryon Darrington, the end of the Aramente, the harrowing journey to the Nine Hells. Things Scanlan wasn’t anywhere near, things which are definitely partially bullshit, but some of which ring startlingly true. Perhaps Keyleth wasn’t the only person doing a little scrying.
The last verse ends with a flourish, proclaiming how Vox Machina triumphed through the power of their bonds, the strength of a family working as one. Then amidst the raucous applause, he squeezes Kaylie’s hand and hops off the stage, leaving her considerable talents to finish the set alone. He makes his way over to the corner with a smile, an awkward and old and honest smile, to buy everyone a drink.
(”So, little elf girl,” he starts, and Vex immediately punts him down the table.)
The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week]
After the world ends, Pike takes up distilling moonshine in the still on the roof.
It’s Percy still, actually, but he cedes it to her with his blessing, spends his time instead in the garage fiddling with whatever’s most broken, a mechanical triage of sorts. And sure, they need a doctor at the end of the world, but there’s a surprising amount of downtime between sewing people’s organs closed and administering antidotes, and if there’s one thing everyone needs after the world ends, it’s a stiff drink.
She’s even started experimenting. Things get slow at the end of the world.
part v: the mechanic [a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma with a decent fashion sense and a knack for explosions]
It happens like this: after a getaway that comes a little too close for comfort, the Cube’s engines give out on a sulfurous mining moon in the middle of nowhere and there’s one mechanic in the system.
The only problem is, he’s in jail.
“For what?” asks Grog when Scanlan returns with the news, lighter twenty creds for greasing a few palms.
“Attempted murder,” he replies, leaning against one of the cargo crates they’re supposed to be hauling halfway across the galaxy. If they don’t get off this rust bucket soon they’re going to miss the rendezvous, and that’s not gonna go over well with Gilmore. Not to mention the couple thousand credits they’ll be flushing down the drain.
Who wants to talk about polymachina soulmate marks? I’m a sucker for fics with soulmate marks, especially ones where people get more than one, and like there’s so many ways to spin in like, does the symbol represent the person? Is it their name? Is it the first thing they say to them?
All the options are great, okay. I’ve seen the first two a bunch and I love them, but let me submit for consideration:
Vax with a big ‘NO’ on his back, just over his heart (it shouldn’t surprise anyone that it’s one of the first things to come out of his sister’s mouth)
Vex with ‘Mine’ written in the same spot in the same deep navy blue color (no one’s surprised, twins are often platonic soulmates, and it’s clear Vex and Vax are two halves of a whole)
But they have other words too
There’s a rich purple ‘well hello to you too’ running down Vax’s side (and somehow when Gilmore says it, it sounds exactly the way he always thought it would)
What makes less sense is the great gray handprint on his lower back and the magenta music notes curling around his arm
(It makes sense when Grog introduces himself with a smack to the chest that knocks Vax off his feet and Scanlan does so with a wordless melody)
The ‘oh, um, hi’ on the inside of his his left arm makes perfect sense when he meets Keyleth (what’s weird is the matching words they both share on the inside of the right that they don’t recognize until they meet Kashaw)
Vex and Vax share the same golden word running down their spine and Pike has their greetings wrapped around her wrists
Grog’s not sure what to make of his until he meets Pike. Goliath’s typically have imprints of hands, not words (she first reads out her own words that stretch across Grog’s shoulders almost like wings)
She laughs gently as she reads out ‘well aren’t you a big fella’ and ‘please don’t step on me’
He tries to sound out her words when Pike lets him see them. He does alright with the big ‘I’m so sorry’ on her shoulder (the ‘hello gorgeous’ on her right leg gives him a bit more trouble)
Sometimes he wishes his were words too, but that fades when he finds just where his hand fits (on Vax’s back, Vex’s waist, Keyleth’s shoulder, Percy’s leg, Scanlan’s ass)
Pike’s always liked the big gray hand that covers one of her own, it’s her favorite (the neat scrawl in celestial on the side of her neck is a close second)
It’s a shock to Percy that he seems to be covered in words, a ‘hey there handsome’ across his lower back and a matching ‘are you alright, darling’ over his chest, and a long rambling string of words in red that covers most of his back
He’s never sure just when the words on his back turned gray, but he notices when the matching red on Keyleth’s arm fades just the same
Keyleth loves her words, they’re a rainbow on her skin (the deep gray handprint and dark brown words on her right arm give her pause, but she comes to love them just the same)
Her fingers like to trace the golden greeting on her clavicle and the ‘you poor dear’ on the back of her hand in vibrant teal
She used to love the bright, almost glittering ramble that ran down her arms (it feels like a part of her rips away when the letters fade and grow dull)
But it hurts less after a while, the words become a sad memory, but at least she always has a piece of him on her skin. If she closes her eyes, she can almost hear the wind whisper the words to her
I just really like these kinds of aus, might do more like this later. But I would also love to see what other people prefer in terms of what the marks are. I’ve seen a bunch of fics with this au and they’ve all been amazing, and I think there’s always room for more!