The Legend Of Vox Machina Vax'ildan - Tumblr Posts

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."

Vax'ildan was a very flirty guy. But it was even worse the rare times he managed to get drunk. Added to that a spark of clinginess and you could barely breathe nor move around.

"Vax, I can't move."

He held you in a bear hug, his grip tightening even more when you tried to move away from his embrace. His face nuzzled in your neck, he took deep breaths and just whined when you tried to escape again.

"You don't need to move, love," he mumbled as he suddenly lifted you. "I'll move for you."

Now you felt like you were being kidnapped in a very cuddly way. He was already insufferable when sober, it seemed like alcohol only worsened that trait in him.

"Vax'ildan, release me or I'll tell your sister !" you huffed as you kept struggling in his arms.

"Tell her what ?" he chuckled. "That I'm enjoying some quality with the love of my life ? Trust me she doesn't want to hear the details."

He pressed a loud kiss on your cheek and started to walk away with you still locked in his arms.

"Or I'll tell her about the time a snake almost bit your—"

He suddenly cut you off by putting a large hand over your mouth, his eyes glaring at you with a very faint heat.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Mmmf-mmm-hmmhmmph ?" you squinted your eyes at him.

He took his hand off your lips and raised an eyebrow.

"What ?"

"Is it a challenge ?" you repeated.

He stared at you with a few long minutes, his eyes dazy and his cheeks even more flushed. His gaze looked down at your lips for a second then back at your eyes. His eyes were saying a monologue that could not be translated into words.

"Do you know how hot you are ?" he murmured.

You blinked then dodged his lips.

"Okay," you huffed, finally managing to escape his embrace. "Time for you to go to bed."

You grabbed his wrist and led him towards the bedrooms of the inn, ignoring the hurt-puppy eyes and his pout as he whined a long inebriated speech about 'not being that drunk' and about 'how he deserves hugs and kisses'. You loved Vax'ildan from the bottom of your heart, but he was sometimes too much to bear when drunk. You felt like you turned into a Teddy bear in the grip of a sleepless child.

Once in the bedroom, you didn't even have time to exit the room that he immediately grabbed you by the waist and dragged you to bed with him.

"You're not going anywhere, love," he murmured while nuzzling his nose in your neck. "You're sleeping in my arms tonight."

You muttered a light curse and forfeited. But you swore yourself to scold him heavily in the morning.

Vax'ildan found you hot when you were irritated. Your narrowed eyes and dilated pupils, your jaw clenching, your fists tightening and the light scowl on your lips. But he hated when you decided to ignore him. Did he go to far in his teasing ? Maybe. But you were too irritated to listen to his apologies.

"Please, love," he begged but you turned your back on him. He found you adorable. Yet, he could not admire you. "I'm so—"

He was cut off in the middle of his sentence by you stabbing the mattress of the bed right between his legs.

"Any more words and I make you a eunuch," you murmured with a poisonous tone. "Am I clear ?"

He loudly gulped but nodded, you were cristal clear. No words.

But what about actions ?

Slowly, his hand reached for yours and brought it to his lips. He left a small kiss on your knuckles as your glare sent shivers down his spine. You were about to stand up when he suddenly pulled you on his lap. You huffed, he smirked and cradled you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck and rocked you from side to side.

"What the heck do you think you're doing ?" you sighed.

Vax'ildan chuckled lightly then mimed his mouth being sewn.

No more word.

You rolled your eyes, tried to escape from his arms but his embrace tightened softly as he pressed long but soft kisses in your neck. His large hands caressed your sides as he lied the both of you on the bed —without forgetting to throw your dagger away. He then looked at you with sad puppy eyes, his lower lip trembling in hope to soften you.

Am I forgiven ?

"I'm going to punch you," you sighed.