#vaxleth prompt

[ogdoadfates]

Aight here we go Vaxleth modern AU prompts/plot like points? idk but here they are!

Vax is a mortician and Keyleth is a florist, you can also put percy x Vex in here as well, could start with Vax having to find a new florist to get flowers for his work (I have barely any sense of what they do, probs do more research into what that line of work fully entails I know the main bits and bobbles of it but not the extras) this could work as a slow burn with all of them slowly getting to know each other (can of course add some angst in here too~ like vax having to prepair a body that looks like keyleth at some point? idk) so this prompt works for either long fics or a one shot

Rockstar AU Vex, Vax, Pike, Grog, and scanlan all are a band (manager is Gilmore because yes~) and when done with touring for a bit Gilmore reunites with his old friend Allura who is also attempting the same job but with Kyleth and Percy but tho they are good they haven’t had great exposure (Keyleth and Percys duo/band name could be The SunTree or Beneath the SunTree) so this leads to them meeting up causing a slow burn between both Vax an Keyleth and Vex an Percy, with the end leading into the creation of the band Vox Machina (bonus points if Keyleth, percy and Allura play D&D and Allura is the DM)

Finding orphaned fanfics and either finishing them or if they are complete writing them from the other background couples perspective! (if your able to ask for permission first!)

This is just an angst idea but could make  very good long fanfic story, due to this being modern AU so no magic ect Keyleth wouldn’t have the druid lifespan of like 1000+years so one idea could be her having cancer (please please do research if you do this and treat it with the respect it needs. or you can make up some disease/illness) maybe Vex is her head doctor and majority of the rest of Vox machina is her team helping her? Percy just being her best friend keeping her company and helping her through it (or if you want to add more angst and slower burn, Keyleth never told anyone but Pery about her illness and had been in a different hospital for help but has to get transfered which is how everyone else finds out causing sad angst while the gang tries to help Keyleth)

College chatfic or normal fic, or mix! slow burn all live in the same dorm like thing, treat rashan like a bad ex of keyleths and thats why she is hesitent to date or get romanticly involved with Vax and the closer the two get the more angry Rashan gets lowkey staking keyleth? god majority of these are dark sorry about that XD 

Anything with Keyleth having a bad previous ex could give her reason to get a tattoo across her collar bone that of antlers that on them in firery text says ‘I have passed through fire’

Strong Keyleth like this can work with any fic just strong keyleth, who likes to go rock climbing and such.

Feel free to mix match or pick apart and put together ideas! Like this is for y’all to mash and mix or just use as inspiration and do your own idea/prompt I just want to read more modern au vaxleth fanfic pls link me them when ya get one posted ;-; (might post more critical role fanfic prompts at some point we’ll see)

[ravendruid]

Hi 👋 I would love to see Vaxleth in number 27 kissing in the rain 💛 I love your writing so much btw

Hii!!! Thank you so much for sending a prompt! :D I hope you like it as much as I do ^_^ (And thank you for the compliment :D :D :D)

A Kiss In The Rain

(Read on AO3)

Rain is fun until it isn’t and, at this point, Vax’ildan is getting fed up of the second day of pouring outside. He wants to get out of this stuffy, snobby, much-too-large castle where he feels like he’s being watched at every moment of the day, which he probably is, considering his stomach can’t growl without a servant immediately coming over with a tray of food.

It doesn’t help that everyone he wants to hang out with is locked in the workshop with Percival, going over sketches, doing calculations, and planning things that are far more complicated than what Vax’s brain can comprehend. It sucks that both his sister and his girlfriend instantly bury themselves with work whenever they visit. 

“Mr. Vax’ildan?” A young maid calls his attention. Vax rolls his eyes at the title and looks over his shoulder, decided to give her a word or two about calling him that, but then he sees she is holding a piece of folded parchment and nods instead. “This is for you,” She says, handing the paper.

“From whom?” Vax asks, politely as he takes hold of it. He recognizes the feel of the parchment from the same in Percival’s sketch book. If this is a summons to that stuffy, smoldering workshop… 

“Miss Keyleth, sir,” The maid replies. The title, again, makes Vax’s stomach roil. Why would Keyleth send him a written note through a maid when she can just call him on the earring?

“Thank you,” Vax nods, then leaves the maid behind. 

The note is simple and effective—Meet me at the Widow’s Garden, right now—but it doesn’t answer any more of Vax’s questions. Nonetheless, Vax still obeys because that’s his super-powerful druid girlfriend who can call lightning, and he’s not sure she won’t do just that if he fails to show up when she summons him.

“Keyleth?” Vax calls as he transposes the unlocked iron gate. The garden has had better days, but Vax knows Keyleth has been working with Percy to fix it. “Is there a reason why you called me to meet you out here? It’s fucking pouring, love.” He calls again, to no response.

Vax wanders around for a minute or two, looking in every nook and cranny for the familiar flaming red hair of his girlfriend or for any out-of-place animals, but he doesn’t see anything. He’s almost determined to head back to the castle when he hears a twig snapping behind him.

“Who’s there?” He holds two daggers out in front of him, ready to face the threat.

“Relax, Vax. You know I could snap you in two before you even flung that thing at me,” Keyleth mocks him. She’s not totally wrong. 

“Hey,” Vax greets her. He allows his shoulders to sag with relief and stores the daggers back in their belt. He sees her now, so beautiful and soaked to the bone, just like he is. Her beautiful teal dress sticks to her skin, hugging all her curves, which makes Vax smirk as he lets his gaze wander to her chest.

“My eyes are up here,” Keyleth hooks her finger under Vax’s jaw to bring his face back up. She’s smiling knowingly, a smile she always gives him when she catches him adoring her—which happens way too often.

“Not my fault you wanted to meet in the rain,” Vax shrugs. He wraps his arms around her waist and laces his fingers at her back. Keyleth does the same around his neck. “Why, though? I’m soaked and miserable, and I’m gonna smell like a wet dog.”

“I’ll dry you up, don’t worry,” She smiles. Vax could get lost in her smile. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—correction, Keyleth is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. “I figured you were bored up there and you needed to get some air.”

“In the rain?”

Keyleth nods. Vax holds his breath when she leans her forehead down to his and closes her eyes. He feels her breath in deeply, as if she’s trying to commit the scent of him in the rain to memory, then exhale. “I–I wanted to do something,” She mumbles, allowing Vax to hear the sound of insecurity in her voice. It’s only with him that Keyleth lets down the mask and allows herself to feel and talk about her insecurities, which Vax appreciates. He believes in her more than he has ever believed in anyone, so he knows she can be confident and strong, but Keyleth still needs reassurance once in a while, and he’s glad he’s there to give her that when she needs it the most.

“In the Widow’s Garden, in pouring rain?” Vax teases her by wiggling his eyebrows. 

“W–what? No! Vax!” Keyleth scolds him playfully. “It’s not t–that!”

“Alright, then, what is it, love? Should I be worried you’re attempting to kill me, then?” Vax keeps teasing his girlfriend until she gives him a shaky smile. 

“I wanted to do this,” Keyleth ends up saying, more confident, and then she places her hands on the back of Vax’s head and brings him in for a kiss. 

When the shock at the intensity of the kiss passes, Vax fully embraces his half-elf druid girlfriend, raising a hand to steady her back as he responds by deepening the kiss. His blood feels like fire at the feel of Keyleth’s body pressed against him, but not the kind of fire that usually makes them end up tangled in bed. No, this fire is different. This is a fire that makes Vax think about the future with Keyleth, to imagine the days of following her on her work trips; of her coming home to a hot, homemade meal and a nice, relaxing bath; of the tiny freckled, red-haired babies Vax would love to have with her one day. It’s a fire that makes him want to get on his knees and ask Keyleth to be truly, wholly his forever, to take him to be truly, wholly hers forever.

But the kiss ends and Vax regrets having to come back from his reverie. Yet, there is a different shine to Keyleth’s beautiful green eyes, a shine that lights a flame of hope inside of Vax that maybe, just maybe, Keyleth felt the same way he did just now, that one day she will take him by the hand and ask him to stay, because they both know that it is her step to take, not his. 

“Are you still angry at me for making you come out here in the rain?” Keyleth asks, fondly caressing his face.

“I could never be angry at you, Kiki. Never.”

Vax kisses her again, and again, and again. They stand kissing in the pouring rain until the clouds part and Vex’ahlia and Percival find them soaked but happy, with blushing faces, and once Keyleth dries them off with a touch of her magic and they join the other couple in the dining room, Vax thinks that, maybe after all, this castle isn’t that bad. As long as Vax has Keyleth at his side and his twin is happy in the arms of the man she loves, Vax knows they will be alright.

[blorbologist]

37 feeblemind vax and your choice

37. Feeblemind

You blast the mind of a creature that you can see within range, attempting to shatter its intellect and personality. The target takes 4d6 psychic damage and must make an Intelligence saving throw.

On a failed save, the creature's Intelligence and Charisma scores become 1. The creature can't cast spells, activate magic items, understand language, or communicate in any intelligible way. The creature can, however, identify its friends, follow them, and even protect them.

[Oh y’all are gonna hate me for this]

It’s been a while since Keyleth has felt like a natural disaster. Do asteroid impacts count? Because she makes the ground buckle and splinter so hard she hopes that damn moon feels it.

She shouldn’t take any pleasure in it. This is work. But this is also saving the world, this is what she was born to do - this is what she hasn’t gotten to do, in a long while, and it feels good to let loose and roar with the fury of the world itself. 

As an Earth Elemental, most of her understanding of the world comes down to vibrations - she feels more than hears the metal screaming in protest as its foundations are ruined. Instinctively, she can see the movements of all the very, very squishy people around her, though it takes a moment to differentiate the Ruby Vanguard from her people. Best of all, the boulders of bulk make pain only a slight sandpaper scrape -

Keyleth can’t see Ludinus turn to look at her. Intuit it, from the heavy unease that quiets her thoughts. Birds stop singing when a predator is about - it’s a lot like that, being looked at by a wizard. 

It’s familiar, is what she means, and she knows how to react to it. 

She can’t. Is the problem.

She can’t, because she - 

She can’t.

He did something. Something - something terrible, something just as familiar. With his mouth - words. Couldn’t hear it, not with the roaring end of the world. But he did and this is - she knows but she doesn’t and it’s terrifying.

She sees familiar faces. Another mage, a pretty mage, a safe mage. A dragon, and the mere memory makes her earth arch into scared spines. Too many teeth, too many, and with no order to them, just predator and scared and furious and she feels the same and she -

This shouldn’t hurt. But this thing is prying her apart, stone by stone and sending grit flying and it’s worse than blood because it’s part of her, and she’s smaller with each strike until she’s - she’s not. 

She’s not, and that’s shocking, to be herself again, and she’s not - she can get a lot more hacked off her like this, she realizes, as the blade smiles with mud that looks red under the moon and the woman lifts it.

Move. Move. She can move - but it’s a stumble back on her elbows, and that’s not what should move, it’s her mouth. Move in the right way, she knows the sounds she needs to make, so why can she only scream - 

(It is better, that she knows what’s coming? Even like this, even when she knows nothing, nothing of what she should. She knows the darkness. She met it in foam and beachrocks, once. It’s not that bad. It might even be better than this terror, this everything wrong, because he might be there.)

(If she were a dragon, at least she could tear them apart. The dragon tore apart her friends. At least she knows what a dragon is - primeval, the fear for great reptiles that dig you out of your nest to eat you even as you wake.)

(All this time before it comes and she can’t - she can’t - she can’t use it for anything but trying, and trying, and not -)

She isn’t scared of birds. Maybe she should be, in the same way scales and teeth send her heart running. 

Her world is black feathers. Feathers are downy nests and hair and comfort. A dark night, many dark nights, where she sheds her skin and finds his warm. Wings beat, heavy, and her heart tries to slow to match them. 

Feathers mean him mean her world is whole, even when she isn’t.

She hadn’t - they shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

He is.

There’s something on his lips. It should mean the world to her, she knows. It should mean she’s safe. 

She can move. They haven’t robbed her of this. She could reach out and touch him.

Frozen not by terrors beyond her, but by confusion, by her own confusion. Her own fear, that she doesn’t know who he is, even when she should, she should, better than her own - it’s on her mind every night, every night, and she can’t think it now and can’t say it to him and the shame mingles with the fear with the easing in her tense muscles and she can’t.

Can’t. 

And then she couldn’t if she wants to, because he’s gone, and she doesn’t understand. 

Not sure she wants to - maybe, maybe like this, it hurts less.

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Kiki and Vex for Trust #19

19. opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems s2 tlovm for this one

Vax sighs, his head cracking back against the stone outcropping he's ducked behind. Half an hour he's been tugging at this damn armor, and it won't budge, like it's been glued onto his skin. He's not entirely sure what deal he made with the Matron of Ravens back in that fucking temple, but he's pretty sure it didn't involve a permanent fashion statement.

He sighs again. Fact of the matter is, he has no clue what that deal was. He knows what he meant to bargain, what he thought he was giving up when he pled for his sister's life. Maybe it would've been easier if he'd gotten his wish, instead of...whatever the hell this is.

He feels the eyes on him before he sees her; she's never been the most stealthy among them. "Hey, Keyleth."

She slides into view, cheeks reddening as she grips her staff nervously. "Uh, hey there. Just...thought I'd check in. You...kinda disappeared on us." Again, he hears in the silence that follows.

"Sorry about that." He doesn't have the energy to muster a smile. "Just...needed a minute."

"Yeah, I get that." To his surprise, she comes around to sit on the ground beside him. She pulls gently on one of the feathers of the Deathwalker's Ward. "Kind of on the nose, isn't it? Your new burden literally being on your shoulders?"

Vax snorts. "You know, I hadn't really thought about that."

With a half-shrug, she says, "I think about burdens a lot." She tucks her knees into her chest, wraps her arms around them. "I'm not gonna pretend I know...anything about anything that happened back there." Vax blinks; the last thing he expected was for her to bring that up. "I'm not the most devout or anything like that. But..." She eyes his armor. "I do know what responsibility feels like. Expectation. Especially when you didn't ask for it."

But I did, Vax thinks. Even if I didn't mean to.

Instead he says, "Yeah, I know you do."

"I'm not trying to compare—it's different, I know it is. But...even though I know on paper what I'm supposed to be doing out here, what my people sent me out to accomplish, it's hard not to feel like I've been left to the wind sometimes. Like I'm just supposed to float around until I eventually end up where I'm meant to be."

"Like you're waiting for fate to catch up to you."

She smiles at him, a sad smile of shared understanding. "Yeah. Like that."

He closes his eyes. "So what do you do? During the waiting?"

"Well, I think we're doing it. Helping people. Saving the world." She laughs, and the sound is such a tiny joy, precious and bright. "I mean we're fuck-ups, don't get me wrong, but...I don't know. The wind blew us here. Let's see what we can do with it."

He opens his eyes, and she's smiling again, but it's less sad this time, more hopeful. For the first time, Vax thinks that maybe fate might actually be on his side. "Yeah," he breathes, "let's see what we can do with it."

[everystephoftheway]

Is #31 taken? If so, that one.

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts 31. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

“No…No, no, stop!” 

Vax is pulled out of his sleep by Keyleth’s strained shouts, her body faced away from him in the bed. He’s quick to sit up and turn, any drowsiness quickly overruled by worry. 

“Kiki?” 

Leaning over her, he finds her eyes scrunched closed, forehead damp with sweat. She is curled into a ball, the blanket held tight in her fists.

“Keyleth, wake up. It’s just a dream; wake up, please.” He gently brushes a hand over her hair, and Keyleth suddenly shoots up with a scream, frantically wide eyed and pale.

"Mom!"

Vax leans back, avoiding a nice collision with her head, and immediately moves in front of her, sitting on his knees. The room is dark, only the dull light from the moon in a cloudy sky peeking in through the window.

"Kiki, look at me." He reaches for her hands, but makes sure to keep his movements slow and gentle.

Her eyes find him quickly, but it takes her a second to really see him. The fear in her expression starts to fade as he simply sits there, an unmovable presence; she starts watching him breathe, and slowly but surely matches his rhythm. Looking down, she notices their hands intertwined--how did she not feel it?

"Vax..."

"It's okay. It was just a dream."

She looks up at him again. "A dream...Just--" Her lips curl in as her eyes suddenly become glassy, and she starts to unravel. Vax scoots in immediately, letting go of her hands so he can wrap himself around her, her head against his chest.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'm here, it's alright."

He starts to brush through her hair with his fingers, the other arm strong against her back, willing to hold her up if she feels the need to fully let go. Her arms tuck in between them, rising up to take his face in her hands, and she brings him down to kiss her.

Her lips are salty from tears, but Vax pays no mind. He kisses back, and keeps doing so until she pulls away just enough to speak.

"I love you so much," she whispers. "Promise me you won't leave me."

Vax's heart breaks in his chest, and, at first, all he can think to do is kiss her again before he says, voice strong and clear, "I promise."

"Say the whole thing."

"I promise I won't ever leave you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

They sit like this a little while longer, whispering I love you's back and forth, until Keyleth finally lets out a yawn, and Vax manages to convince her to lay down again, this time in his arms. They sleep like that the rest of the night, neither moving, neither leaving, the dream fading into the night like a distant memory.

[crispysnake]

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

ooo fun prompts! How about “You’re shaking” with Vaxleth?

Keyleth spit blood out of her mouth, the metallic taste clinging to her teeth and tongue. They were all worse for wear, clothes torn. There was a massive cut on Keyleth's leg from her ankle to knee. She leaned heavily on her staff and limped towards Pike.

Out of nowhere, Vax stepped in front of her. His dark eyes were wide with panic as he looked over her. He held her by the shoulders as he accessed her. "Kiki, you're shaking."

"I'm bleeding to," she snapped. She tried to jerk away from him, but she stumbled backwards and started to fall. It was Vax that caught her, arms around her waist. She almost growled, "Let go."

Vax's hands left her so suddenly you'd think she was on fire. He stepped back, hands lifted in the air. The concern in him shifted to shame and guilt. He opened his mouth to say something more, but he must have caught the anger in her eyes because he turned away and walked off.

Keyleth gripped her staff with white knuckles. The skin where he touch her still tingled. It made her want to rip her skin off. He loved her but it wasn't enough. She wasn't enough.

She was never fucking enough. Not for her people or her dad, not even for her own fucking party.

"Keyleth?" Pike stood in front of her and looked up at her with a kind smile. "Can I heal you?"

Keyleth swallowed, "No." She stepped back. Her blood was dripping into the grass. It hurt something awful, but not as bad as the chasm in her chest.

Pike tried to protest, but Keyleth just walked away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vax watching her. She didn't give him the satisfaction of looking his way.

[cateyesinlove]

꧁“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞/ 𝐈𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤“꧂

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Art by @leticiavazlart

Commissioned by me

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I have been dying to post this commission 😭 Vaxleth and Elriel are some of my absolute OTP’s. So of course for the last prompt of @elriel-month AU I had to commisison them! The don’t you even dare scene and I’m getting her back have the same energy! this two men willing to do anything for their girls, breaking rules/ not caring about what other have to said and not giving shit about the consequences 😭There are so many parallels between them.

Thank you Leti so much for bringing this idea to life! I love it so much!♥️

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[warriorbard2012]

hi! this is just a prompt suggestion for Vaxleth because i notice you write a lot of Vax taking care of Keyleth but what about Keyleth taking care of sick Vax?

He has a pretty bad fever and been nauseous and she fed her best to take care of him :,))

Hello! Thank you so very much for the prompt! I hope I did it justice!

Content Warnings: Mention of Vomiting. Feel free to skip this story if you need to.

This takes place in my Vax Lives AU but before they find out that Keyleth is pregnant. 

Keyleth returned home late one night from visiting Pyrah. Usually, Vax would have gone with her, but today he was scheduled to teach a few Blades the art of stealth. He had been excited about his lesson, and Keyleth had found his excitement adorable.

She loved how he seemed to fit into this life so easily. Sometimes, she worried that he would become bored with quiet village life, but he kept reassuring her that he loved their shared life. Finally, Keyleth opened the door, expecting to see him working on his latest art project(He had developed a liking for woodwork and had turned one of their downstairs rooms into a studio), but instead, she found him sound asleep on the couch.

She just paused to study him for a second, enjoying the feeling of coming home to the person she loved and seeing him safe and sound at their home. Then, quietly she crept forward and gently knelt in front of the couch. Keyleth pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen from his braid across his forehead.

The Tempest frowned, feeling the immense heat pouring off of his skin.

Gently she touched his forehead and then quietly kissed the surface of his skin.

“Vax, honey, wake up.” her voice was calm and quiet. She didn't want to startle him awake.

After a few seconds of calling his name, his eyes opened. They were glossy from the fever, and for a second, he looked right through her before finding his bearing.

“Kiki.” Vax croaked, his voice hoarse. “How… How long have you been there?”

“I just got home. How are you feeling?” She asked, already knowing the answer from his look, but she asked it anyway.

“Terrible.” He said, slowly sitting up. The movement proved too much for his stomach, and he hastily pushed her out of the way to throw up into a bucket that he must have drug over earlier.

“Oh,” Keyleth said, sitting beside him to hold his hair back. “Easy.” Vax threw up for a few seconds more and then groaned wearily.

“Fuck.”

Despite the circumstances, Keyleth chuckled. Even sick, he was just so damned cute.

She put a cool hand on his neck, and he leaned into the touch as he sat back to look at her.

“I’m dying.”

“No, you aren’t,” Keyleth assured him. “But I bet you are miserable. I have some tonic I can give you, and I can make some soup if you want it.”

Vax shook his head. “No soup.” He rubbed at his belly. “But I’ll take the tonic. Thank you, love.”

She kissed his cheek, stood, and a few minutes later, she returned with a mug filled with liquid.

He took it from her and drank it, finding the bitter taste of the herbs covered by the sweetness of the honey she had put into it. Something that she did all of the time, knowing that he hated the taste of the herbal medicine.  He smiled up at her, grateful, and Keyleth felt her heart beat faster.

“Thanks, Kiki.” He said, leaning into her. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” She wrapped an arm around her and helped him up. “Now, let’s get you settled into bed; time to rest now.”

Vax said nothing as she helped him up the stairs toward their room. Keyleth quietly tucked him, kissed his forehead, and smoothed back his hair.

“Sleep now, love.” She whispered.

He gave her a sleepy smile, feeling slightly better now that the medicine was taking effect. “Join me?” He asked, seeming to want to be close and needing comfort.

Keyleth gave him a loving smile before stripping down to her underthings and joining him in the bed. She wrapped the covers around them both and pulled him closer into her arms. Then using a bit of her magic, she let her fingers turn into ice and gently pressed them into his neck for a moment. He let out a sigh of relief and snuggled closer.

“That’s amazing, love. Thank you.”

She kissed his skin and changed back, feeling his breath change with sleep. It wasn’t often that she got to hold him, so she took advantage of it. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind blowing out outside and the soft rhythm of his breath against her chest, and she felt content. For the rest of the night, she would watch over him and make sure he was well, and in the morning, she would take the day off and spend a quiet day reading with him on the couch, making sure that he would take it easy.

Keyleth snuggled her head deeper into the pillow and hugged him a little bit tighter before she, too, fell into slumber.

[katia-dreamer]

Fluff prompt: Kissing the other awake. Vaxleth please.

Keyleth wakes up to a bird singing heartily outside her window. She gives a lazy yawn as she rolls onto her other side.

Vax's face is bathed in the soft morning light. He looks so peaceful and carefree. It makes her happy.

"You're staring, Kiki."

"I thought you were still asleep," she admits with a laugh.

Vax slowly opens his eyes, and though he's still a little out of it, they still twinkle. She's unsure how he manages it, but it warms her heart.

She cups his cheek with her hand and pulls him into a soft kiss. It's rather fleeting because morning breath is a thing. But once it ends, she rests her forehead against his.

She knows they will need to leave this bed eventually, but for now, they can remain in their sweet slice of serenity.

[ogdoadfates]

Hello & This is my pin post

Thought I’d make a pin post that contains my AUs, prompts and other ideas an such!

I LOVE making prompt list for Vox Machina or just non fandom specific ones! I also like making AUs for Vox Machina as well! Looking for prompt ideas for writing or for Vox Machina AUs? Feel free to request me to make some! Feel free to also ask me about my headcannons and things about my AUs!

Feel more then free to write anything based off of my prompts or AUs! I’d love to see it! If you write for my AUs I’d loved to be credited with either my tumblr or my AO3 account for the AU idea! (but at the same time I won’t hound you about it)

I am now taking ask prompts! aka send me a character(s)/Ship (platonic or romantic) and I’ll write a little something for them! (Prompts can be from lists I made or ones I’ve rebloged!) PS: Feel free to ask for it to take place in one of my AUs!

I prefer to stay within cannon relationships with mainly only two exceptions, Vexleth and Vaxilmore.

General non fandom specific prompt lists: Best friends #1 , Bittersweet #1 OTP #1 Enemies/Angst , Relationship angst/comfort #1 , Relationship angst/comfort #2 , Different ways of escape , Figuring out you found the one , Bittersweet #2

Vox Machina AUs: Trials Forgotten AU , Bones AU (yes the crime show) Godling AU , Superheros AU , College AU

Vaxleth prompts: Modern AU 

Vexleth prompts: Modern AU

[ravendruid]

Because I'm still waiting for that "rain check" to be cashed in the future, how about "slow dance" with Vax and Kiki?

Hello! Thank you for the prompt!! This fic was inspired by the trailer for Season 3 of The Legend of Vox Machina. Spoilers for anyone who has watched/is watching TLOVM but has not watched Campaign One!

If I could hold you for a minute

(Read on AO3)

Vax leans over the rail on the high balcony that overlooks the scintillating lights of Whitestone, far down below him. The light of Catha shines brightly in the new leaves of the Sun Tree in the center of town, a sign of hope and prosperity for the newly rebuilt city. With two dragons down, Vax allows himself to feel that slight burn of hope, too, even though he is not entirely confident about their alliance with Raishan. The day will come when Vax will enact his revenge on the creature who murdered his mother, but for now, he will enjoy the warm feeling of hope and the respite after an arduous battle.

It’s funny, though, how Vax sees the light go off two rooms down and the corner of his mouth immediately curls up into a smile. He exits the balcony and waits by the door of his bedroom, listening to the not-so-quiet footsteps of his favorite druid, and, right on cue, she knocks at his door.

Vax opens the door, not entirely surprised to see Keyleth still in her battle gear—he is still in his armor, after all—with a tight smile on her face. “Can I stay with you tonight?” She asks. Gods know how much Vax wants her to stay, but instead of opening his mouth and accidentally saying something shitty as he is prone to do sometimes, he simply takes a step back and invites her in with a smile.

“Were you outside?” Keyleth asks, noticing the open glass door. Vax nods, still too scared to speak. He holds out his hand to her, which she takes, then leads them both out into the chill of the night. “Today was hard,” Keyleth whispers as if she is afraid the city will hear her vacillate. “I was afraid I was going to lose you for a moment, there.”

“I’m sorry,” Vax manages with a hoarse voice. 

“You know, I’ve been afraid for so long that I would lose you–all of you, but you specifically,” Keyleth turns her back on the city and looks up at the stone walls of the castle above her. Vax glaces sideways at her and waits for her to continue as he knows she is not done yet. “And I guess it’s a valid fear considering…”

“Considering what?” Vax persuades her when Keyleth takes too long to continue.

“I don’t think I’ve told you this but, if by some crazy chance we all somehow make it through this alive—with the Chroma Conclave, I mean—and I go on to complete my Aramente, I will still watch you all die.”

Vax shifts uncomfortably, looking at Keyleth more seriously now. She is still so young and she already bears a heavy burden, but then again, don’t they all? Doesn’t Vax, too, now that he thinks about it? Doesn’t the weight of the armor press on him in a permanent reminder of his bond to the God of Death?

“By becoming headmaster of the Air Ashari, I will enter a bit of a realm of immortality of sorts, where I could live for a very, very long time. And I’ve been afraid every time I look at one of your faces that it’s going to be the last, and, deep down, I know that day is coming.”

Vax turns sideways to look at her, noticing the downwards curl of Keyleth’s lips, and says, “I know that with everything that has happened, between my new patron and killing dragons, we haven’t had the time to talk properly, but I need you to know, through everything, nothing has changed about how I feel about you. I know death is unavoidable,” Vax snickers at that seeing that he now works for the God of Death herself—whatever that means—then continues, “even if you go on to live a long time, if you are willing to spend some of that time, any time, with me, then I will simply count myself lucky to have it. You’re very dear to me.”

Vax is shocked at the tremble in his voice. In his head, his speech sounded more confident, but hearing his words be spoken in the cold air of Whitestone makes them sound less solid.

“I’ve… had an interesting talk with Vex’ahlia recently, and then with Pike. They have helped me see the other side of the coin.” Keyleth says, then she pulls away from the rail and re-enters Vax’s bedroom. He observes her through the open door and sees the half-elf light the fireplace with her magic—a sight that makes Vax warm and fuzzy inside—and stand by the fire. He follows her then, closing the doors to make sure the heat doesn’t escape, and joins her.

“You know… I’ve been thinking and I think I realized something,” Keyleth approaches Vax and grabs one of his hands by the side of his torso. The touch is warm and comforting, but her hopeful smile is even more. “I realized this whole time that I was afraid of losing you to a future that ultimately has not yet been written, which I know it’s stupid, and I realized that it’s okay to be scared. We still have a lot of demons to face, but we can face anything if we’re together, and I know I, personally, would rather face them at your side.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, Vax. I have for a long time, and I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.” Keyleth finishes, placing a hand on Vax’s chest. The touch burns through the thick leather of his armor, through his skin and muscles until it reaches his heart and encloses itself around the organ. If the sight of the moonlight on the Sun Tree’s leaves and the flickering of life in the city of Whitestone were already hopeful boons, Keyleth’s words and touch practically make Vax float with hope.

“I–I love you,” Vax smiles brighter than he’s ever done recently. Keyleth sniffles and chuckles lightly, then says, “I love you, too,” and, for a moment, Vax thinks she raises her hand to ask for a high-five, but then thinks better of it and wraps her arms around his neck. 

“May I kiss you?” He asks, knowing full well Keyleth is not as experienced as he is and not wanting to scare her. She nods bashfully, so Vax leans down and kisses her softly. Her lips are warm like fire and sweet like the berry wine they had for dinner. Vax could easily get lost in the softness of Keyleth’s touch, of her lips responding to him, of the tip of her tongue timidly searching for his. Vax indulges his curious druid and slips his tongue inside her mouth. Gods, if he already wanted to leave it all behind for her, now truly feeling the buzzing in his stomach at the contact and the love he has for this woman, he wants to disappear with her from the face of Exandria and live a secluded life, just the two of them.

“Oh, wow,” Keyleth pants. Even though their foreheads are touching and they are too close, Vax can still see the deep red blush on her cheeks, which he finds adorable.

“That was pretty fucking great,” He says, short of breath, too.

“That was pretty great, yeah,” And this time, Vax doesn’t imagine it. Keyleth does raise her hand in a high-five motion, which he awkwardly and giggly replies.

“I–I owe you a dance, don’t I?” Vax remembers all those nights ago in a lost tavern in the ruins of Westruun. Gods, has it really been that long?

“We don’t have music,” Keyleth points out, but Vax shrugs, “We don’t need music.”

Vax places Keyleth’s arms around his shoulders again, then wraps his own arms around her waist and leans foreheads with her one more time. He starts swinging them, side to side, with only the flames of the fireplace and the stray rays of moonlight lighting the room as he murmurs an old son his mother used to sing when she worked on her clothes. Keyleth sighs as she allows herself to relax and leans into Vax, following his lead, which he savors, not knowing if this is the last time they get to do this.

With two dragons to fight, and who knows what’s going to happen next, Vax can’t still fully relax, but right now, in Keyleth’s warm embrace, he tries his best to leave his fears at the door. It’s the least he can do for for the woman he loves.

[blorbologist]

Heyyy I'm single and bored on this Val of Tines Day, so:

Send me an AU/WIP (see my pinned post) + a ship and I'll give you a lil romantic moment for them set in that universe! Either a whole complicated HC or a lil snippet <3

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Hello! may I request any prompt of your choosing from the hurt/comfort list if I specifically ask for tlovm vaxleth? thank you!

10. "Don't worry about anything now."

It's cold in Whitestone, especially at night, but Keyleth doesn't feel it. Her body is warm, hot even, pressed back against Vax like this. His arm is draped over her, his chin hooked over her shoulder. Her naked shoulder. Because she's naked. They both are. Because they had sex.

Vax's breathing is slow and even, and Keyleth is working overtime to keep hers the same way. It's not that she's freaking out—she's not. Not really. Except her body is sore, pleasantly so, dully tingling in the memory of his hands on her, in her—oh, and while that was happening, the people of Whitestone were burying their dead. And Thordak was still burning Emon. And Raishan was probably plotting her inevitable betrayal. And Percy was lying in a tomb, surrounded by generations of deceased de Rolos. But oh gods, the things Vax's tongue can do.

She's a bad person. That has to be it. She gets together with Vax in their dead friend's home? While Vex is in mourning? Who does that? Sure, she was waiting for Vax to pull his head out of his ass long before Percy died, but still, she could have waited, should have waited, found a better moment, done everything differently—

"You're thinking so loud." Vax's voice is a sleepy rumble in her ear as his arm tightens around her.

She laughs nervously. "Sorry. Just, um. A lot to think about."

His nose trails lazily up the back of her neck. "Care to share?"

Now she's in a pickle. She can't tell him what she was really thinking about, because then he'll think she regrets sleeping with him, which she doesn't—at least, not like that. And she's always been so bad at lying. And if she says she's thinking about Percy, will he think she wishes he were here instead? Because wow, no. She has to lie. But say what—

"Kiki, seriously. If you think any louder you're going to wake up the whole castle."

"Was this a mistake?" She feels his body stiffen, and his arm starts to retract. Fully panicking now, she grabs his hand, uses it to tug herself around so she's on her back, where she can see his face. It's shell-shocked, hurt. "That is not what I meant. I don't—I don't regret this. I don't regret you. I promise, Vax."

His face softens a bit, but he's still regarding her skeptically. "I'm really struggling to find another interpretation here, Kiki."

"No, I know, I just meant—" She throws her forearm over her eyes so she doesn't have to look at him. "Percy is dead and Vex is heartbroken and Whitestone is in ruins again and we have to fight Thordak and Raishan is such a bitch and gods I am so behind on my Aramenté and really what right do I have to be happy with you when everything is terrible—"

He shuts her up by kissing her. His hand pulls her face closer to his, and her arm falls away from her eyes as she melts against his lips. For a moment, everything is quiet.

"Keyleth," he murmurs against her mouth. "You are beautiful and powerful and wise and so very, very silly."

"I'm not—"

"You are. There is no 'deserving' happiness. There is just...finding it. With our friends. With our families." His thumb traces little circles where his hand cups her jaw. "Here, in this bed, with you. You know, a very wise woman once pointed out to me how foolish it was to forgo current happiness for fear of future pain." He smirks at her. "I'd hate to see her forgo current happiness because she's guilty about the suffering of others."

Keyleth chews her lip. "But there are things we could be doing. People we could be helping."

"We can't help anyone if we're too exhausted to stand. C'mere." He gently spins her around again so that he's spooning her, her hand cupped in his, and yeah, the feeling of him behind her, warm and solid, does make the brain chatter quiet a bit. "Don't worry about anything now. We have so much time to worry, I promise you. All of the things you're concerned about will be there in the morning, and so will I." He kisses the nape of her neck. "I don't know what the future holds, but I can't imagine thinking about that when I have my favorite person in the world in my arms."

He squeezes her close, and Keyleth breathes in the arm, woodsy scent of him. Alright. Maybe he's right. Maybe the horrors will still be waiting come daylight. Maybe they can share this night, and the happiness it has brought them. She closes her eyes, and soon, she is dreaming of hundreds more nights, just like this.

[everystephoftheway]

#12 for vaxleth!!!!!!!!

~ TRUST-BUILDING ~ FOUND FAMILY PROMPTS 12. What that be okay with you?

“Would you be okay with that?” 

The question rings in Vax’s ears, Keyleth’s gently breaking, nervous voice reverberating like he had just been knocked in the head. They both stand in the center square of Whitestone, surrounded by a busy town clearing the dust of the revolution, and yet it feels like they’re alone the way their eyes stay locked on each other. 

“I meant what I said the other day.” Just a minute prior, Vax let his heart slip off his tongue. He can see their future in his mind- the two of them hand in hand, traveling the realm with Vox Machina, in love. Happy. She completes her Aramente and their traveling transitions into stability in Zephra. He remains in lockstep at her side as she flourishes into the woman he can already see blooming, a leader, and, if he’s ever so lucky, his wife. The mother of their children. His heart briefly lands in her hands before it is dropped onto the ground.

“But we have responsibilities. To the realm, to my Aramente. I…I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

Vax’s expression remains as neutral as he can force it, only a hint of a twitch in his brow. He offers her a soft smile, but the selfish part of himself wants to tell her to forget everything she just said. They just nearly died, several times over in fact, fighting a vampire and his crazy wizard wife, winning a freaking revolution; the least she could take for herself–truly, the least–was him. 

“No,” he finds himself saying, doing his best to keep his voice confident, like he believes what he is saying. As much as his heart is hurting, beating lonely on the ground at her feet, he is not willing to strike her back. “No, you’re right. I…am…going to walk away.” 

The turn is slow, shoes crunching against the cobblestone underneath them as he starts to leave her, his heart.

“I don’t want to stop being friends!” Her voice rings out, a certain sharpness of nerves behind it. 

Vax looks back at her, and her arm is extended out toward him, reaching. He can see his heart in her palm, dusty and bruised, still beating. “You know, just because I can’t…we’re not…I don’t want to stop being friends with you. Would you be okay with that?” 

Vax shakes his head to get the repetition to stop, and he swallows a ball of spit into his unbelievably dry throat. Again he offers her a soft smile, and he takes his heart from her hand. “Of course I’d be okay with that.” 

And, in truth, he is. He will be okay with whatever keeps her close. If she is not ready, he will wait. He will be her friend. He will be her teammate. And if she is never ready he will still be those things, because, despite what just happened, his heart will never return to his chest. It remains outstretched, hoping, waiting for her to take it.

Her smile is a salve and a gut punch, and she nods. “Okay.”

He nods back. “Okay…I’m going to actually walk away now.

“Okay. Yeah. Go…Okay.” 

Vax does as he says, turning and walking toward something to do, something to distract himself, but what he can’t see is how she watches him walk away, her heart outstretched, hoping, waiting for the right time to go to him.

[crispysnake]

I don't think I'm gonna be able to finish my last 2 prompts tonight cause ya girl got busy so instead I gift yall the pics of modern au vaxleths apartment here ye go🤲

this is the general feel, the 1st one is def the closest to what I imagined :) they used to have a ladder to the loft but Minxie (grey maine coon ofc) liked sleeping in their bed too much and keyleth once fell off the ladder cause she tried to climb up holding a book, a giant ass cat, and a mug of tea all at once.

and they also have this cat tree!

OH I don't know if anyone has seen those really old wooden bookcases that get repurposed into a an animal enclosure? with the help of percy they turned an antique bookshelf into a huge terrarium for Vaxs snake Simon CAUSE I SAY SO

Since the modern au drabble I have since stalked every interior design Instagram on planet and complied a little collection of Vax and keyleths apartment inspo pics, i fully forgot pinterest existed