Figured I’d get around to making a post on here for anyone interested <3 Listed below will be descriptions and links to my stories on Ao3 as well as WIPs. I’ll update this as I post and work on new Additions.
All of my Reader-Insert stories are gender neutral, with very few non story relevant descriptors (Like hair mentions) and as little use of (Y/N) as possible!
Traveler’s Roads: (2k, On Going, Stand Alone story, Fluff so far/ Angst later)
You're the child of a well known Postman in Whitestone, spending time helping with your family's business and fulfilling a hobby of poetry. Percival is no stranger at the station; what with picking up his own delicate packages. You're always a listening ear about his latest projects, something he's grateful for. Now- you're no 'childhood sweethearts' but you're certainly comfortable.
This is just a story of your paths crossing, diverging, and crossing once again. It's a shame... You've hardly changed but he barely looks the same.
Series: Full of Anger, Full of Grief (Current Works: 3, Ongoing, Warforge! Reader)
This is my main series so far! I’m currently putting focus on this one and will work more on Traveler’s Roads when it’s done. Beware, Angst below...
Discarded Parts, Broken Hearts: (6k, Single Chapter, Hurt/No Comfort)
Where The Reader's life is torn and forged in the Creation Ritual, casting them into this new, cold body.
It's a shame the Briarwood's didn't bother to read the fine print in the instructions.
WIP idea: A second part to Discarded Parts, Broken Hearts where the Reader shelters Percy and gets him back onto his feet while they lived on the run after escaping the Briarwoods. The Reader gets a job as a Farmhand to earn coin. Percy sees how much of his treasured knight you truly are.
You tried to be there for Percy. Aspiring to become a Royal Guard for him. When the Briarwoods come, you get your chance. At the cost of everything you are.
You have always been there for Percy. An unyielding shield and steadfast sword. A mass of branches and metal in attendance to him. Through everything, you are there for him.
Percy knows this. The body at his side a never ending presence. Never one for flowery words, his acts of service speak for him. Percy never realized how much you avoided asking for help though.
AKA: what started as a 5 + 1 fic devolved into 'what happens when you throw Violet Evergarden into DnD. '
Massage Envy: (7.6k, Single Chapter, Mostly Fluff...)
Keyleth takes it upon herself to give the Warforge Reader a chance to relax after everything. Feelings are touched. New bodily discoveries are made. And the Reader has a crisis. All in all, a very well spent evening.
Takes place in the vague time skip during Chapter 6 of 'Machina's Hands' while the Party cares for the Reader while Percy works.
Mostly Fluff, but with some discussions of backstories and a brief flashback to events in the Acid Room. Mostly fluff though... and implied NSFW stuff that might come later...
Ongoing WIP: A Comfort/No Hurt to Machina’s hands that ties the story to a happy ending <3
WIP Idea: A collection of short drabbles that aren’t long enough for me to consider posting alone (Feel free to suggest ideas after you’ve read some of my stories!!! I’d love to hear your ideas <3)
Includes:
A Hot Springs chapter
Two dinner parties/Tavern Night’s (Feat. Jealous/ Protective Percy)
Helping him with his nightmares
Self-care, helping with his scars
Percy watching you train with the Guards
Spoiler/MAX Angst!!! Finding your own grave
Bonding time with the De Rolo siblings
Possible smut??? I have a really hard time thinking of an idea for this one, cuz... y’know this Warforge doesn’t really have much anatomy Down There
You will get farther in one week paying close, nonjudgmental attention to the unmet needs underlying your "bad" behavior than you will in a year of punishing yourself and demanding you become a different person. I'm right shut up.
was absolutely devastated by machina's hands when i read it with my friend (represented by the orange cat) so i made this LMAO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxFpxfGOBnc&feature=youtu.be
*Intense wheezing*
I- I was not expecting y'all to love these fics when I posted them, I was kinda just shitting out writing on the high of hyperfixation- bUT- I SEE Y'ALL. and YOU! I almost just spit out my coffee.
Thank you omg.
I've been having a rough... year or so, been in and out of the hospital, the Urgent Care, my doctor's office- ya da ya da. But I still see all the comments and love, even if I seem a bit radio silent online.
I do- have several documents of stories/chapters started; I just prefer to have the whole story completed when I post.
Here's a snippet though, from my longer Warforge WIP "Learning to Lie Again" just for y'all! I don't know how long it's gonna take for me to finish this, but just know I *will* be posting eventually.
[...This was only the first day of you wearing the new shell he had made for you. The bright feeling of seeing you. Seeing the person he grew up with, face to face again. Seeing you express how you felt outwards- even anger, discomfort, tension- had yet to make him any less proud. When you turn from him back to the vanity mirror, Percy can see the visible pain lance your face. His question being answered. How your eyes break away suddenly from yourself. Stay cast down from the reflection. When Percy rests his other hand onto your shoulder for support, he continues to be in awe of the sights. Your perspective shifting from self-inspection onto him. The single action brings awash relief to your features. Brows raising and changing the taunt neutrality to a pleasant smile. A barest upturn. You reach a hand across yourself to hold his own. Metal fingertips covering his. Soothing your thumb across his knuckles. The action smoothing your own features into something sweet and bashful. The other hand leaves the book on your legs as your fingers touch across your defined face. Expression attempting to tighten as you truly give yourself a good look. Incapable of turning to true sadness when Percy gives your shoulder a squeeze in assurance. When you go to speak, Percy watches the reflection with rapt attention. Watching the way your lips part to mimic the words. How he can see the thin line of your jaw hinge split just the smallest amount as it opens to project voice.
“Sorry… I don’t- I don’t feel any facial shifting so I can’t physically tell what kind of face I’m making…”
At this, your bashfulness does turn somber. The hand on your face making a contemplative stroke from the outer eye corner down to your cheek. Like you might feel the illusion itself and smooth it out. All you feel is metal gliding down metal. If you focus enough, you think you might feel the obscure magic. A shimmer of something. It stays just out of reach of your perceptual grasp. Drapery that flows like water around you without the damp clinging. It’s you though. Percy knows you never linger too hard on sad stuff until later. When it’s the only thing to occupy your mind. You huff exasperated at him. Eyes crinkling genuinely with a full humorous squint to match him. Percy gently shakes your shoulders to jostle you in an affectionate display of rubbing out the jitters. His voice having not lost any jovial quip.
“That’s alright. You’ve only had this body for a few hours time. I’m sure once you’ve had time to properly attune to it, you’ll be able to manipulate it to fit.”
He holds nothing but sincerity for you. Still taking a long moment to gaze at the two of you together. He makes no move to pull you to dinner which you know shall be soon. Percy knew best to take respite after gifting you the new shell. Not to thrust you into any serious interactions for a few hours so you could acclimate to a new perception. So you could process the start of something new. A change for the better.
So he had delicately pulled you from the sun room he had called you to before. Back into your barren shelter for books and quiet time. Soft company before dawning festivities that were to come. As far as you knew, the rest of Vox Machina did not know of this new body. This new person that they were to witness. You give a long look at your stately armor next to the vanity. It might make things easier for them to see your familiar dress. But you need small steps now. You were not dressing for war. You were dressing for family. The only armor you needed was Percy at your side. Thoughts broken as he leans in close. His body bending to you.
Percival does not stop himself from leaning down and pecking the top of your forehead. His hand gliding up seamlessly to tilt your head. Straightening your posture. Allowing an easier action.
His cockiness elevates your spirits. Trailing his casual step back while taking grip on his shoulder to retain him in your orbit. Book being set onto your seat. Matching his height is easy. You don’t even have to rise to your toes to smooth your palm flat. Pressing yourself up to that last perfect inch and grazing your lips across his cheek. A first kiss given on your part. Chaste and hesitant of pressure. Sparing a glance back into the mirror again, Percival sees bright eyes. A coy smirk. Offsetting the smooth caress of metal you could only give in the place of pursed lips. Magic creating the feeling of mist across his skin that passed through the dew thin image. Even as the reflection held nothing but an open illusion of feelings. A hearty darkening of your cheeks. Cheeks lined by a tight smile. Eyes half-lidded. He sees his own skin taking rosy hues.
A groan of relief and delight. A hand circling your waist and holding you to him in turn. Dipping his head into your shoulder to hide his face. You hold him firm. Bracing the back of his head and toying with his silken locks. His shoulders shake with mirth. Feeling the rumble in his chest reverberate between you two. Your voice, his joy.
“Oh, was that alright? A bit ticklish?”
One of his hands snakes to press between the indent of your crafted shoulder blades. Pressing the fabric of a tailor gifted shirt flat between his palm and you. Surrounding you with warmth front to back. Perhaps you are feeling a bit adventurous. A bit bold. Nuzzling your cheek into his hair and focusing on how your body tries to translate it’s softness through metal. Feeling the magic shift like a gentle river stream as his short cut scratches at you. An all but purring groan dipping into the room as he boyishly tries to deny the soothing action without moving away. You match his lax sigh. Inhaling the smell of ash, parchwood, cologne. Just Percy...]
Pokémon Scarlet/Violet headcannons w/MC who has Disabilities
Just me projecting, thought I’d share. Typed very hastily lol pls excuse the errors
Minor Game Spoilers | SFW
It’s is past my bedtime buuuuuuuut… Courtesy of the Arven Brainrot.
- Since Uva/Naranja Academy praises it’s diversity, I think to think they have decent accommodations for students
- There’s alternate routes around Mesagoza with accessible ramps and elevators. There’s no implied rules that students can’t ride a Pokémon up the main stairs of death to get to school either. (As someone with Cerebral Palsy, those stairs… they scare me. I would trip and die instantly if the embarrassment didn’t get me first)
- People don’t really ‘talk’ about the elevators and ramps tho so the faculty usually tell the students when they enroll
- Professors are mindful of students who need to keep snacks on them and will let most Pokémon sit with their trainers during classes for anxiety or other medical reasons
- Ya know the whole extra time on tests and all that. Extra time to get between classes for students with mobility issues.
- Ms. Dendra is a wonderful Battle Studies teacher and I liked to think she also does General PE classes on the side. You think she’s just gonna let children roam around without helping build up a bit of strength for all those hills and mountains they gotta climb??? No, she’s gonna make you run laps.
- She’ll hella nice about it tho. Just send her an email or talk to her before classes and she’ll hit you up with modified workouts so you can still participate with the class on your own preferred level.
- When Director Clavell showed up at the MC’s house at the start of the game and the mom was talking with him, I like to think he was making sure the student file was accurate
- Just so he had all the information to make sure the student would have all the support they needed during their time there at the academy since the MC was staying in the dorms
MOVING ON! Crater Squad GO
- I used to wear Ankle-Foot Orhtotics and had to use a walker for a bit soooo
Nemona:
- Nemona doesn’t even bat an eye at whatever aids you have
- Doesn’t outright ask questions but pays attention if you ever talk about it
- It helps open her world view
- If anything, if you customized them to feel more stylish/comfortable, she’d think it was hella neat! Would probably give you stickers and stuff to add to them
- She’ll probably gift you some of those cool compression sleeves like the one that she wears. Gets excited about what colors you might want and gets very happy if you wear the same color as hers.
- This girl looked at you and adopted you as her freshman rival in a heartbeat
- If anyone messes with you or starts rumors she is on. Their. Asses.
- Immediately reported to the nearest faculty member and will write a full report if the issue persists.
- She knows you can handle yourself though. Even if she worries, she tries not to hover. Will check in with you often tho
- If you have an odd gate (walking pattern) she might forget sometimes when she sees you and freak out that you’re limping from a Pokémon injury or something. A very brief second of panic.
- Catches herself wondering if a task might be too hard for you only to be proven wrong seconds later
- She’s just thinks you’re the coolest
- Doesn’t mind at all if you need to sit down for a bit after battling or on the treasure hunt
- She forgets that some people need breaks often and you asking for one reminds her to take a breather herself
- She has the stamina to battle for two whole hours but even then, she will not get between you and a snack
- Love love Loves how down to earth and practical you are about certain things but you still became a Champion despite everything. She won’t tell you, but the whole Pokémon League is impressed by you
- You’re a beacon of strength to her, even on your bad pain days if you get them
Penny:
- Penny overlaps a bit with Nemona
- Doesn’t bat an eye but will passively look up information
- Prefers to ask you questions tho, sometimes in person, usually over txt
- I like that her room is so dim, if a bit cluttered
- If you chill there for a bit, you will always have at least one Veevee in your lap or next to you
- Penny thinks it’s the cutest and she has a photo of you in a complete pile of Veevee’s
- You fell asleep on her bed and they all just collectively decided to pile on top of you. It was very cozy.
- Penny probably has a weighted blanket or a plush she’ll let you use
- She might even put on some Lo-Fi music if you asked her to, or she’ll play heavy electronic music at a low volume
- She just likes your company, she doesn’t feel pressured around you and she hopes you feel comfortable around her as well
- Worries more vocally than Nemona, and will find herself saying “that seems like a bit much”
- *catches you doing the very thing out of spite*
- “tHAT WASN’T A CHALLENGE?! STOP BEFORE YOU HURT YOURSELF?!?”
- Always has a snack on her and will share. Only with you tho
Arven ooooh Arven Big Brother Arven:
- Even if he was defensive to you at first, he immediately had a ping of concern when he met you
- Got so worried when you went to take down titans, especially the Open Sky Titan
- Openly asks questions about your disability and DIGS into research about it in his own time
- He wants to know everything and anything he can help with
- You’re convinced that some of that nurturing caregiving he gave to Mabostiff bled over to how he is with you
- Got genuinely curious if the Herba Mystica actually helped you (Especially the Salty Herba Mystica in my case lol)
- He’s always racing to your side to check on you when you actually fight the titans
- Always checks in when walking anywhere
- If the group wants to travel someplace he’s always the first to turn to you and ask if you’re up for it
- Will totally carry you if you just asked. If he’s not wearing his big hiking bag, he will give a piggyback ride. Even in between classes.
- Always reaching out a hand to steady you. Will let you hold onto him for support down/up stairs or slopes
- Cuddles. He can hardly initiate them at first but will never complain if you happen to lean on his shoulder or flop into his lap.
- The off-time he does initiate the cuddles at first, it’s usually to make you stop pushing yourself so hard.
- Oh, look at that, you’re in his lap now… guess you can’t go training like your body is telling you Not To Do But You Decided To Anyway.
- Gets pretty comfortable with Cuddles with you quickly tho. Once he’s gotten off the ‘Oh, Affection for once in my life’ shock
- I imagine he likes to hold hands too.
- He gives you little hand massages if you get fatigue from throwing pokeballs or writing too many notes. He doesn’t realize he does it it sometimes, it just happens if he’s holding your hand at the time.
- Memorizes your favorite comfort foods to make when everything gets too much. Uses your favorite color bowls/plates and everything. It’s perfect.
- Mabostiff declares himself your personal heater. No one has the heart to tell him he’s not quite a lap dog anymore.
Misc. Group ideas:
- all of them subconsciously bracket around you. Arven and Penny are always glaring at anyone who gives you looks
- Nemona also likes to hold hands. She’s always looking for an excuse to pull you around.
- Arven has to tell her to slow down often
- Penny may or may not have gushed to Team Star about you and you are on all of their ‘protect at all costs’ list
- Even if you did wipe the floor with them
- If the group stops by a store but you want to sit outside and wait, Penny will always sit with you to keep you company. She and Arven send each other memes and she’ll show them to you.
- Nemona is the queen of ‘I saw this thing and it reminded me of you’
- Tbh, that happens so often with everyone tho
- If it’s raining and it makes your bones ache and your chronic pain worse, the group will be there at your dorm. They refuse. Absolutely refuse to let you suffer alone.
- You cannot stop them, they just all collectively bee-line straight to you eventually.
- *rain starts pouring down*
- Arven: huh, guess we’re having dinner at my place tonight…
- Group cuddles after dinner. Cuddles and a TV marathon with Pokémon. It’s bliss
Psssst the Warforge Reader fic is out and completed ✨ and I’m currently writing a bunch of Oneshots surrounding the story tooooooo~
thAT WAS YOURS??? BRO. i read the actual fuck outta that thing because i've always wanted a 'basically violet evergarden' for percy and i was gonna write one so like when i tell you i screamed when i saw that.
i think i read it about 5 times. i have so much respect and love for that story. i'm holding that close to my heart so i can cry over it every week, once a fucking week. im just - HNG.
it was so good, you are a fucking god. i was gonna leave a fucking long ass comment on it (and i still will) but i just need to find the words for it and get my brain to DO IT. but oh my god, i just, don't have words to even. i just.
mmmmm, i love it. i love you. you are an ascended being.
