You're Slowly Killing Me (And Yet I Don't Mind) (4371 words)
Percival de Rolo died with his family. The creature that survived is just the fragments that remain. A shadow of a man with enough anger to burn down the world.
Vax'ildan is nothing without his sister. He could barely live without her. When she leaves, he feels hollow. Empty. In a cold, cruel world that has given him nothing and taken everything, he’d like nothing more than to watch it go down in flames.
Vox Machina was celebrating, though none of them could agree exactly on what. Vax was drinking far more than one probably should, and was making it everyone's problem. By some fortune, Vex manages to shove off her clingy twin on Percy.
The night doesn't go the way either of them expect.
Her Unfinished Masterpiece (4053 words)
Vax'ildan swore he'd never let Anna Ripley touch Percy again. Percival swore he'd never let anyone else go through what he did while under her control. When Percy gets them captured by Dr. Ripley, Vax has to make a choice. Fight and make things worse or watch as the man he loves is remade into Ripley's sick masterpiece
More Than Worthy (3195 words)
Percival was desperately attempting to teach a traditional Whitestone waltz to Vax. It was something Vax was expected to know, as Percy’s husband. Given Vax had been putting off learning it since their wedding, they were now rushing the lessons in time for an important ball with nobles from across Tal'Dorei.
Vax had never been good at formal dances, but Percy was nothing if not determined. Even if Vax would much rather undress him than actually give the dance a shot.
You're Not Her (But She Feels Like You) (10203 words)
Percy agreed to give up control for a night. Vax had been delighted, and Percy hadn't thought anything could go wrong. Until she started plaguing him again. Her hands felt like his. Her lips felt like his. Everywhere he touched, all Percy could think about was her.
But Percy knew Vax wasn't Her. Didn't he?
Beautiful, Divine, and Absolutely Mine (4636 words)
Whitestone was quiet. It was late, but not late enough that no one was out. Vax didn’t bother knocking on the bedroom door – he’d honestly rather Percy be indecent than decent – and walked inside. Percy was sitting in bed, reading a book. He smiled when he heard the bedroom door close, but it dropped the moment he saw his husband.
“Please tell me you haven’t been trailing blood through my castle."