#vaxleth prompt

[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

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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.

[whitestone-endures]

yall ever see a prompt on a prompt list and go. oh (friend) would be insane about this for these characters. i should send this to them.

[ahsoka-livesxxx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Keyleth (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Minor Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Vax'ildan is Champion of the Raven Queen | Matron of Ravens (Critical Role), Vax'ildan Needs a Hug (Critical Role), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Whumpril 2025, whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2025 Series: Part 2 of Whumpril 2025 Summary:

Whumpril 2025 - Day 1 prompt: Lies

Vax is struggling to adjust to his new role as Champion of The Raven Queen Matron of Death. He is plagued with visions that scare him but he tells everyone around him he is fine when in fact that's far from the truth.

[ogdoadfates]

Sitting on the sink while the other checks out their scratches with vaxleth? :D

Heya!!! Ya got it!!! I originally wasn’t going to do an AU for this but I just couldn’t think of anything so I went with ‘A town to nowhere’ au! one sitting on the sink while the other checks out the scratches on their s/o’s face.

Vax sits on Keyleth’s bathroom sink as he watches her dig through her first aid supplies, the sound of her rummaging the only noise between them. The two of them had been on one of their nightly adventures, this time Keyleth had texted first meaning that they’d gone to walk and run around the woods to get their minds off things. Until he tripped and ate shit that is, causing the two of them to change their plans.

Weirdly enough Vax hasn’t been to Keyleth’s home more than a handful of times. It’s small, perfect for a person living alone and utterly filled with plants. There are a few other personal touches, a few pictures hang upon the walls, a variety of fairy lights dance about the ceilings of all of the rooms, save for the bathroom and kitchen, and a sheer white tiger tapestry that covers her bedroom window. It’s cozy, comforting, and yet it just feels slightly lonely, like a well loved house that’s been missing it’s person for sometime.

Keyleth’s hand lightly cupping his cheek brings him out of his musing with a slight jolt, causing a silent chuckle to escape the now slightly blushing redhead as she gently starts to clean the wounds on his face. She’s diligent, focused, but also relaxed. A combination that Vax finds absolutely beautiful on her.

Maybe it’s the late hour or maybe it’s just the serene calm her presence brings him but he doesn’t want to go anywhere. Usually, the two of them would spend the night together in one of their out of home hideouts but with them now being at her house he doesn’t know what they’ll do. Will she send him home once she’s done patching him up? Will she let him stay?

After a while Keyleth finishes bandaging his face, yet she keeps her one hand on his cheek just letting him rest against her. The two retain eye contact and Vax swears he could get lost in the forests that reside in her eyes, he loses himself to the point he almost doesn’t hear her next words. The first either of them have said anything since they arrived here.

“Do you want to stay for the night?” Her words are hesitant, like she fears his response but he just smiles cupping the hand she has left on his cheek before giving her a nod. She maneuvers their hands taking his and leading him through her home. It slightly shocks him that she leads him to her bedroom but at the same time do they not constantly sleep next to each other when in their hideouts? Yet it’s different, it’s more intimate, more personal but as they find their way under the covers, warmth seeping into their bones and soft goodnights from each other caressing their ears it feels natural to him. As if he belongs here.

[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.

[utilitycaster]

This is related to last reblog but can I just say that I think Matt, while good at most other aspects of storytelling, just isn’t that good at writing compelling villains? And before you go point at the Briarwoods or Trent, remember these villains were co-written by the players who created them as part of their PC’s backstories, as were Lucien and Uk’otoa. Matt’s track record with villains is otherwise pretty lackluster, with Raishan being his only real standout example.

I actually completely disagree. I think first and most of all, the idea that co-writing doesn't count is a complete misunderstanding of the process of collaboration. Writing a compelling villain with someone else's initial concept is simply taking a writing prompt, and doing so as a DM, where the entire point is to create a world your characters care about is in fact precisely the assignment. Really, part of the problem with C3 is that I feel the characters' backstories weren't built upon, in favor of focusing on the moon plot. I'd add that also, Trent and the Briarwoods were from what I understand fairly loosely sketched out in Liam and Taliesin's backstories for Caleb and Percy; and Taliesin and Travis have both repeatedly stated they didn't create Lucien nor Uk'otoa - they said "I woke up in my own grave with no memory" or "I woke up washed up on the beach with a sword and a warlock pact". I also, for what it's worth, think that a great number of other villains (Thordak, Ripley, Vecna (who is not an original villain to be fair but his integration into Exandria is well-done), Lorenzo, Avantika, Ludinus - dumb ending aside the concept was good until it was strung out endlessly) were quite good. It really is a case of "you need to realize that bringing them back endlessly stops being fun or interesting and has greatly diminishing returns after a while." And also ngl as someone who is not per se devastated nor mad about Vaxleth so much as disappointed and scornful, it does kind of suck to hear the statement of "we did this to have a happy ending during a rough time!" when we are currently living through "unrepentant bigot who was semi-defeated came back."

Not directed specifically at you but I do want to note: whenever I express frustration/dislike of something I tend to get a spate of asks that are like, also about that thing but a totally different complaint, and sometimes I agree but a lot of the time I don't. This happened (for example) when I didn't like early FCG in which a lot of people were frankly really weird about Sam overall in my inbox and I want to encourage people to express this kind of complaint on their own blogs rather than through my inbox. If you want to ask me "how do you feel about Matt's other villains?" that's fine, but if you want to express your own opinion, that is a personal post to make.

[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.

[critmaswishingtree]

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[everystephoftheway]

Hi!!! "Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already." From the sweet and intimate actions prompt list, with Vaxleth? :D

sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair this ask takes place in the same universe as this

The sun beams warm the air that constantly swirls throughout Zephrah, the gentle breeze swimming its way through the open windows of Keyleth and Vax’s home in the center of the village. The Voice of the Tempest can see the pink blooms of the cherry blossom tree from where she sits in the kitchen, futzing with some flowers that she just trimmed from one of the window boxes, and she smiles as she watches a few kids run around the massive tree and play. 

“Hey, Mama?” There’s a little grunt as a pudgy half-elf no older than five with a mop of dark hair and deep brown eyes the size of saucers pulls himself onto a chair at the kitchen table across from his mother.

“Yes, Carric?” She lifts her eyes to smile at her son, still holding onto a flower in her fingers but pausing any movement. 

“How many times have you and Daddy kissed?” 

Keyleth’s eyes widen to match the size of her son’s; while his are filled with curiosity, hers are rattled with surprise. Her freckled cheeks darken and soon she’s laughing, raising a hand to cover her mouth as the other puts the flower down. “What makes you ask that?” 

“I just wanna know.” 

“You just want to know?” 

Carric nods, his bangs bopping against his forehead. 

Keyleth sits back in her chair as the surprise fades, and she gives a little shrug. “I don’t think I can put a number to it. There have been so many.” 

“Please? Is it more than six hundred?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. Where did you get six hundred from?”

Carric’s eyes move away from Keyleth and he starts to chew on his bottom lip, something he tends to do when he’s thinking. “Do you think it’s more?”

“Carric, what is–”

“Lyla said her mommies have kissed six hundred times and I said you and Daddy have kissed more. She didn’t believe me.” 

And there it is. Carric is too young to start school, but there are get-togethers for parents and their younger kids quite often, allowing the little ones to mingle and learn how to socialize with others their own age. Lyla is one of the first friends Carric has made, a tiny Hafling girl with a lot of spirit and the sweetest parents. 

“Why were you guys talking about kiss–you know what, it doesn’t matter.” 

Carric’s eyes trail back to his mother, lower lip still between his teeth. “Is it bad?”

“No!” Keyleth reaches over, grabs Carric under the arms, and pulls him into her lap. “No, it’s not bad. You’re allowed to talk about kissing. Kissing is nice when it’s with people you love.” She kisses him on the cheek. “See?”

Carric giggles, and for a moment is distracted, but he tilts his head back to look up at Keyleth as soon as the giggles fade. “So if it’s good you’ve done it a lot, right?”

With a smile, Keyleth gives a slow nod. “Yes, Dad and I kiss a lot. I really don’t know how many times we’ve kissed, Snowdrop. I’m surprised Lyla knows.”

“Do you think Daddy might know?”

“There’s one way to find out. Hey, Vax!” 

There’s a muffled sound of a chair pushing against the wood floor before the telltale thumps of Vax making his way down the spiral stairs cut into a tree trunk that laces through their home. 

“You rang?” Vax’s eyes light up at the sight of his wife and child, and he leans down to kiss them both on the head.

“Daddy, do you know how many times you and Mommy have kissed?”

Vax’s brow raises, and he leans back against the kitchen island. “Ever?”

Carric nods enthusiastically and Vax lifts his head as if the answer is on the ceiling. “Hmm.” He chews on his bottom lip, mirroring his child from moments before, before he smiles, looks at the both of them, and leans in to give Keyleth a sweet little peck. “Three thousand two-hundred and ninety-six.” 

“What?”

“Yeah!” 

Keyleth’s burst of surprise and Carric’s burst of success overlap each other, and the toddler wriggles out of his mom’s arms to dance between his parents. 

“I knew it! That’s so many!”

Keyleth stares at Vax, brows furrowed so much that there’s a nice trench forming at the top of her nose. “Is that the actual number?"

Vax simply smiles and kisses her again. “No, seriously, is that the real number, because if you’ve been counting this whole time that’s–” She can’t quite come up with the word–or perhaps she doesn’t want to call her husband a psychopath in front of their child–so instead Keyleth just laughs, and Vax just shrugs. 

“For a long time I thought I’d have a limited amount of them.” Vax’s voice was quiet, hoping Carric’s celebrations would swallow his explanation. “I think there’s a part of me that hasn’t let go of that fear.” 

Keyleth’s chest constricts and she reaches up, pulling Vax to her for another kiss. “They’re not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

Vax smiles at Keyleth, his wife, and tilts his chin to kiss her again. "I'm sure one day I'll lose count."

She kisses him. "Oh, I'm going to make sure of it."

[crazywolf828]

I need someone to give me pairings, all from the same/different shows. I'm doing kinktober a bit different this year where I'm just rolling dice and letting them decide the prompts/ships

Here's what we've got so far:

RWBY:

Bees (Yang/Blake)

Rainbow bees (Yang/Blake/Ilia)

Sunnybees (Yang/Blake/Sun)

Bees schnees (Yang/Blake/Weiss)

Freezerburn (Yang/Weiss)

Jade dragon (Yang/Emerald)

Ladybug (Ruby/Blake)

WhiteRose (Weiss/Ruby)

Monochrome (Weiss/Blake)

Newspaper (Weiss/Blake/Ruby)

Schneekos (Weiss/Pyrrha)

Arcane:

Caitvi (Caitlyn/Vi)

The 100:

Clexa (Clarke/Lexa)

Ranya (Raven/Anya)

Critical role:

Vexleth (Vex/Keyleth)

Vaxleth (Vax/Keyleth)

Percvexlth (Percy/Vex/Keyleth) (I dunno their ship name😅)

Beauyasha (Beau/Yasha)

Beauyashjester (Beau/Yasha/Jester)

Imodna (Imogen/Laudna)

The witches (Fearne/Imogen/Laudna) (I dunno their ship name either😅)

She-ra

Catradora (Catra/Adora)

Glimtradora (Catra/Glimmer/Adora)

[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

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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.

[acharliek]

Request timeee

I miss writing vaxleth but I've been feeling kinda uninspired since finishing my big novel length fic

Any prompts/tropes/requests for a oneshot/short piece?

[katia-dreamer]

Trick or Treat Prompt Game :)

So, it's been a while since I've done a prompt game and @blorbologist had a fantastic idea, and I thought I would do it too! I am putting a little spin of my own on it though :)

Send me an ask with the word trick or treat and a ship, character or characters, or even a word! Then I write you something! Trick gets you angst, and treat gets you fluff. :)

Examples: -treat perc'ahlia and blue

-trick Cassandra and Vex

Characters or ships I have written for: Perc'ahlia, Percy, Vex, Trinket, Cassandra, Ripley, Delilah Briarwood, de Rolo family, Scanlan Shorthalt, Keyleth (although she's not a particular strength of mine). Vaxleth

Characters or ships I haven't written for before but would: Pike, Vax, Tary.

as always if you don't want to see these, I tag my writing as Katie writes things

<3

[ogdoadfates]

Hi!

if you're taking requests, may I request from your protective prompts #2, dealers choice with apocalypse au vaxleth? they're all so good I cannot choose

Heya! Yup, I’m always taking requests!! Sorry this took so long. I was originally going with a different prompt from the list but changed it due to not being able to figure out the scene. And then I got a ton of work lol this took WAY too long and for that I am so so sorry anon! 11: Person A staying awake all night to make sure Person B is safe.

The irony isn’t lost on Keyleth. How usually Vax is the one to stay up at night to watch over her, she’s awoken a few times to his shadowed form sitting next to her, his gaze fixated on some unseen object in the night. But today had been rough and though it isn’t an serious injury he is hurt and needs his rest to heal so she stayed up to make sure he did sleep. Vex would have stayed up to do much the same if not for the fact that she was exhausted, she’s fast asleep next to an equally unconscious Percy. 

She idly played with his long hair, there wasn’t much to do on watch unless something or someone attacked them but with Grog staying up for watch with her she isn’t that worried. Said large man was currently walking the perimeter around their little makeshift camp.

She refocuses her eyes to look at the bandage covering most of Vax’s arm, he’d scrapped it real bad when he’d rushed through a window to escape some zombies. Wounds inflicted by glass she’s learned are rather horrid things, luckily Vax hadn’t hit any major arteries but it still bled a lot. The bandage looking at it now would probably have to be reapplied in an hour or two.

A sigh leaves her as her gaze goes back to his sleeping face. If things were still the way they were she doesn’t doubt that if everyone was awake they’d be teasing her about how close she is to Vax right now. In some ways she misses the endless teasing her and Vax would get from the others but in other ways she’s grateful it’s died down a bit. She’s still confused about so many things and the world ending isn’t helping at all. She cares for him deeply in a way she hasn’t felt for anyone before but she doesn’t know how to label it or more likely is too scared to label it. If life’s taught her anything it’s that those you love most leave and even if she knows it’s ridiculous to think Vax would leave her of his own will considering well, everything, there is still that nagging voice in the back of her head that she can never ignore.

When Vax’s brow furrows she freezes in place, holding her breath and hoping the poor man will fall back into full unconsciousness but like always life prefers to not go her way as his eyes slowly open to blearily stare up at her.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.” She says turning her face away from him but not doing anything about how her hands are still resting in his hair, a blush covering her face in utter embarrassment. She can feel Vax’s body move with his silent chuckles causing her to puff out her cheeks in embarrassment and feigned annoyance.

“It’s alright. Nothing interesting happen so far I take it?” His voice is raspy with sleep, if Keyleth’s face could get any redder it would. Vax shuffles a little but doesn’t move off her lap, her hands going back to playing with his hair, his soft hum of approval reaching her ears like a dove song.

“No, not really. But you really should go back to sleep.” She softly tells him now looking down at him and meeting his eyes. A small shy smile crawls upon her face which he returns with his sleepy smile causing her to chuckle softly. 

Calm moments like these are so rare and even during them she usually feels an underline of fear but as Vax lets himself fall asleep again she can’t help but feel at peace.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hi there! for your autumn prompt could I request a #6 with vaxleth?

6. "I thought you weren't coming" setting this in vamp machina!

The day after she finds out, she's exhausted. Turns out, learning that the guy you've been hopelessly crushing on for months is a vampire doesn't exactly lead to a restful night's sleep. She tossed and turned all night, a cacophony of thoughts in her head far too loud to sleep through—how long, I'm an idiot, is he dangerous, what will Percy say, some witch I am, oh then there's his sister, that must be why he smells so good, what do I do?

Yeah. Not a lot of sleep last night.

So she's a zombie all day, has to hope she doesn't accidentally give someone belladonna for their headaches or something. She wishes she were home, but more than that, she's dreading the end of the day. Since the night they met—since the night he saved her dumb ass from a vampire—he has shown up just before close every day the shop is open, just to walk her home. Those walks have quickly become the most important part of her days, the only thing she looks forward to, really. It was on these walks that she started to fall in love with him—after he kissed her, of course, because she is, evidently, the most oblivious person alive.

But now what? Now she knows. Now she is a witch, and he is a vampire. Does he just...show up? Offer his arm, ask how her day went? Do they pretend she didn't see him feeding on someone last night?

The day drags on horribly, and yet before she can form a single logical thought for herself, it's over, and she needs to close up. Her legs are like lead as she walks to the door to flip the sign, anxious about what she may or may not see on the sidewalk outside, unsure what the ideal scenario even is—

The sidewalk is empty.

She flips the sign. Closed. Her chest feels hollow.

There's no point in counting the till. She'd never make it through. She locks up, turns off the lights, leaves the inventory for some future version of her that doesn't feel like she's coming apart at the seams. Bag on her shoulder, she heads out the front door, turning the key in the lock behind her.

"Hey, Kiki."

She screams. It's neither dignified nor romantic, just a blood-curdling scream as she leaps backward, nearly toppling into the street. Strong, long-fingered hands pull her up. "Sorry, sorry!"

Panting, Keyleth glares at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

His beautiful, smug face is biting back a smile. "Where was that scream when you were being attacked in an alley by a vampire?"

"I guess I was saving it for when I got attacked by a vampire outside my own store."

It's a low blow, and she instantly regrets it. He starts to shrink back from her, so she grabs onto his wrist and murmurs, "I thought you weren't coming."

Vax is looking at her with those big brown eyes she's never seen in the sunlight. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to."

"Neither was I." She's an idiot, in so many ways. "But when I thought you weren't going to..." She squeezes his wrist, hoping he'll understand what she doesn't know how to say.

He smiles, and Keyleth knows in that instant that there is no where in this world she would not follow him. "Do you mind if I do most of the talking tonight? I...have some things I'd like to tell you."

Keyleth wants to hear all of it. She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, a promise, a hope. "Let's go."

[ginger-floor-goblin]

PSPSPSPS your you-poopin account has asks turned off? I think? Either way: 13 and one of your Vaxleth kiddos for the Spotify Wrapped prompt game! <33 (and if I sent this to the wrong account UHH SHIT-)

Maggie! Try again! It should work now. :) And also Tia already gave me #13!