Tlovm Stories

Running is all Ray had known for the past two years. Running kept him safe. But when his past comes to haunt him, no amount of running will fix it.

collection of fanfic oneshots i've written requests slow but open!

It was just supposed to be a drunken stumble in the dark. No strings, no consequences. But standing in the large en suite in his room back in Whitestone he couldn't deny it anymore. The heat of the bath had helped prove it tenfold. A sweet milky scent drifted through the air, mixing with the soap he favored. It felt like a slap in the face to Percy. He hadn't gained weight, yet at least. Digging deep into his memory he tried to recall how his mothers pregnancies went. An image of her strolling confidently through the castle gardens, stomach heavy and round. It wasn't that he didn't want children, he did. Late in the night he imagined hearing small footsteps running down the hall, followed by shrieks and cries of delight. A game of tag like his siblings had played. Now please understand that he was happy with this. The problem was the father.

This story is loosely inspired by @blueflameknight's tlovm story "Misfits" One day, at a tavern, Vox Machina encounters a young, masked kid. They find that this kid is a skilled fighter, so they ask the kid to join them. However, Percy can't shake the feeling that he's met this kid before... None of the art belongs to me, and neither does The Legend of Vox Machina

A collection of shorts about the adventures of Vox Machina and the altruistic wizard who happens to wander into their midst.