Strongjaw & The Dish

One day in Whitestone, a chance meeting, a contest of skill and strength began two souls on a twisting road to destiny.
When Vox Machina finds itself free to begin their lives after Vecna, Grog Strongjaw, goliath barbarian, discovers that a years-long crush is not as easily forgotten as once he thought. Trisha, Pale Guard of Whitestone, undisputed arm-wrestling champion of the Winter's Crest festival cannot forget the way her hand felt in his.
It could have been a sugary-sweet romantic tale of a lost love found again. Instead, it's a story of lust, blood, fighting, f**king, pain, redemption, happiness, and loss starring two complex stubborn assholes who don't do romance, yet find themselves succumbing to love despite their own best intentions.

It's fanfiction.
I own neither of the characters.
Critical Role is the tits.
Monarch Fisher did the faces.
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