Vax'ildan Was So Worried. He Noticed The Slight Wince At Each Movement You Made. He Noticed The Slight

Vax'ildan was so worried. He noticed the slight wince at each movement you made. He noticed the slight hitch in your breathing. He noticed the slight frown on your face when you thought people were not looking. When it came to you, Vax'ildan always noticed.

Vax'ildan was also somehow scared. Scared that you would shut him out the very second he would brought the subject of your wound on the table. He knew how stubborn you were, how you would roll your eyes at his concerns and wave him off. He knew you would scowl at him if he talked to Keyleth or Pike about the wound you were obviously hiding.

Somehow, he also felt slightly offended that you underestimated his observations skills. But he must admit that your acting skills deserved the highest praises. He watched you drinking and laughing with Grog and Pike from afar, a thoughtful frown on his face. People were still celebrating in the inn and alcohol was still on everybody's tongue. He observed you taking very small sip of your drink, not even flinching when Grog patted your back. And he waited. He knew you'd excuse yourself very soon.

And ten minutes later, like he predicted, you stood up from your chair to ascend the stairs leading to the rooms of the inn. He swiftly and discreetly followed you. But he was apparently not careful enough because the moment your hand grabbed the doorknob, your reflexes kicked in and you threw a dagger in his direction. He dodged it and the weapon stucked in the wall behind him.

"Fierce as always, love," he chuckled.

You just sighed and went in your room and of course, he followed you. You knew that it was useless to try to stop him since he was as stubborn as you were.

"I don't need any of your speeches," you hissed, walking towards the room's bathroom.

"Alright," he said simply, his steps still following yours.

"Nor any of your mockeries or lessons."

"Very well."

You casually lifted your top and slowly took off your used bandages. Without any words, Vax'ildan grabbed the alcohol and wordlessly disinfected your injury, ignoring your glare. He felt you tensing under his touch as he cleaned your skin.

"I could do it myself," you muttered.

"I don't doubt that."

He looked up at you and saw you rolling your eyes. He hold back a chuckle and grabbed a new clean bandage to wrap it around your wound.

"Please, don't worry me like that," he murmured.

"What did I say about speeches and lessons ?" you sighed.

"It is a request, love," he said as he finished taking care of your gash.

You looked up at him and if Vax'ildan wasn't so observant, he would have missed how your eyes softened slightly.

"Very well," you scoffed with a fake haughtiness. "Your request has been heard."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. He then took your hand and led you to the bed, laughing quietly at your heatless glare.

"You'll see Pike in the morning," he said and rolled his eyes when he heard you huffing. "And it is non-negotiable."

Masterlist

Valorant

The Legend of Vox Machina

Thousands of sun in my yard.

Neon loved running. It wasn't really a secret. The agents of the protocol was used to see her running around. 'Why aren't you walking ?' they would ask. 'Because I can run.' she would answer. The Filipino duelist was not only full of sass, but also full of energy. But when she wanted to rest, she loved the tranquility of her dorm room. Tranquility that she frequently shared with you. You took the habit of coming in her dorm room just to chill on her bed. So she wasn't really surprised to see you lounging on her bed when she came back of her jog.

"One day I'll charge you for using my bed so often," she laughed.

"That's fine," you answered casually. "I can pay you with hugs and kisses."

She felt lucky that you had your eyes closed or you would see the faint blush spreading on her cheeks. She smiled when you patted the space beside you, inviting her to join you. She complied and you immediately nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck.

"You know that I can zap you, right ?" she said.

"I wouldn't be here if you hadn't already." you sleepily muttered against her skin.

She enjoyed the comfort of your embrace. She enjoyed taking a break from the constant race that was her life in your arms. And she was okay with it.

Neon loved running, but you were the only one who could stop her. The only one who could make her heart running faster than her feet.

Yoru was a grumpy guy. That was a fact accepted by everyone. You were already used to see him rolling his eyes or huffing in annoyance. It was part of his character and it amused you. But you soon discovered that Yoru was worse when he was sick.

"Told you to cover yourself better for that mission, silly," you sighed.

"Shut up." he coughed.

Sage had given you strict instructions to help taking care of him. The poor duellist caught a very nasty cold that pinned him to bed. He could not move without having striking muscular pain, he had a severe fever that made him sweaty and blushed his skin like you've never seen before and he had a sore throat that made his voice hoarse.

"You need to eat first before taking these medicines," you explained gently as you wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I brought you soup. Easy to swallow and warm for your throat."

He sat up, a grimace on his face, and winced when he reached for the bowl. You could read on his facial expression all the pain his body was putting him through.

"I can feed you if you want."

If you weren't used to his antics, the glare he shot you with would have killed you. He was about to throw a snarky remark but his throat interrupted him with a wet cough. Shrugging, you presented the spoon to his lips.

"Aaaah."

You were only amused by the offended look he had in his eyes. If anything, you were basking in the heat of his glower. What he would not admit, was that he was very grateful for your presence and help. You did not leave him alone, you took care of him and that was enough to make his cold heart melt.

"I'll draw you a bath, later," you murmured when he finally accepted the spoon in his mouth. "The warmth of the water should soothe your muscle pain."

Yoru was too prideful to admit out loud that your warmth was enough. Too prideful to admit that beneath his grumpy exterior, he was thankful to have you with him. He was already bathing in your care and he was silently grateful for that.

i don't know if i'm just not looking in the right places but i can't find anywhere that says if you take request or not so i'm just curious if you do because you're writing is just so fucking yummy... it's like a three course meal

Thanks for the compliment, that's very sweet ^^

Honestly, I don't mind requests. But my brain is a picky eater : if a scenario doesn't make it shiver, it won't take it. My brain likes scenarios that make it travel or push it to create mini worlds it would enjoy exploring.

In other words, my brain is fussy, capricious and unashamedly selective. It would savor one scenario like a child would enjoy a dessert, but huff to another like some children in front of vegetables. And unfortunately for me, I am bound to work with its temper. If something doesn't please it, my fingers won't move.

I don't know if it is a curse or a blessing, to be honest.