Arya Selgi Bronzeheart, a knight that lost everything, including her Kingdom is full of nothing but ashes, blood, and bones, to protect herself, she always wore her armor, including her helmet so she will never experience pain again, even when she joins Vox Machina, professional mercenaries that do a bunch of odd jobs, that usually ends up in a total bust, she never once taken her armor and helmet off in front of them, She didn't even share her name with them nor correcting them about calling her a thing in a suit of armor, So, self-proclaimed leader, Vex'ahlia giving her a nickname, that nickname is: Hazelnut, due to her smelling like well, Hazelnut. Accepting that nickname, Arya grew to love Vox Machina, Especially, Vex'ahlia, the group became her second home, however after getting kicked out and banned from the last tavern in all of Tal'Dorei, Arya fears that her second home will disband, leaving her alone once more, that was until Scanlan found an AD on a board, with great relief, Vox Machina accepted this AD, however, it seems Arya is in for a wild ride with complexity and shameless flirting.
Vex'ahlia x Oc
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.
Find them. Give them all your money.