#veth/yeza

[camelliasblooming]

veth and yeza ❤️

[blorbologist]

Trick or treat! Veth!! 💛

Treat! Had this in mind for a few days - though it's mostly Veth/Yeza modern AU fluff <3

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“Honey?” 

“Yeah?!” Veth hollers, bagging the sandwich and fruit slices and maybe a couple chocolates and neatly crimpling the bag shut. Sure, their apartment is right above his shop, so he could just make himself something in the kitchen… but she likes giving him a hand-packed lunch. It’s the little things. Especially today, when he has a meeting with those pharmaceutical bigshots. Her heart swells with pride - her Yeza, her smart man. 

Yeza rounds the corner, still in his nightshirt, with one of the button-downs she hasn’t seen in a while thrown over his arm. “I - oh, thank you -” Even years later, he loses his train of thought when he sees her sometimes. Just has to pause and plant a kiss to her temple. She’s the luckiest woman in the fucking world for every moment she can make this genius speechless. 

Still. There was something like worry in his tone, and he can’t be worried now of all times. She won’t let that be. “What is it, Yeza?”

“Oh! Yes.” He presents the shirt to her, pointing out a missing button, the threads sticking out like splinters or shards of bone. (Veth has to blink that away.) “Do you know if we have any spares? I know these things usually come with one or two, but I didn’t want to mess up your collection. Or steal from it.”

“Stealing’s fine.” Veth dismisses it with a wave of her hand. “Besides! You wouldn’t find it there anyways.”

Yeza blinks. “Oh.” And then, “Oh. Why?”

How, he asks, because he’s her husband and he knows her. He knows that she has thousands of buttons - big ones, little ones, rare antiques, modern takes, the whole shabang. She’s taken them from blouses and pants, labcoats and purses, craft sections and trash cans, even well-dressed fucking teddies. Thoudands - a pretty fucking great collection, and one she’s proud of.

He knows, and he knows she’d never pass up on a button. Not even the most bland and boring and beat-up ones. (Those were a little too much like a little girl forgotten in the back of every family picture, and she treasures those most. Well. Almost most.)

Point is. Veth? Not having a button she had easy access to in her collection? Definitely cause to ask why.

So Veth pulls out her necklaces. 

It’s all buttons, of course. And she’s pretty sure Yeza is vaguely familiar with the mess of them, if not the individual dimes and moons and eyes of color.

She points to one - kinda squished behind two big flat ones - and pries it into the light with her nails. And then she pulls the necklace over her head, the familiar clatter some sort of protest.

“I kept it here,” she says, already fiddling around for her knife - well, some people would call it a dagger. “Not to be weird or anything. Just - all the ones from your shirts. Or Luc’s. They’re just spares, right? And I figure, if I have them on me, part of you is with me. Always.”

That always hangs between them, heavy. The buttons move in her hands. Click-clack. She gets to finding the right thread to cut the one Yeza needs loose. “Anyways! It’s silly. And means that if you need them, I have them here. Here:”

There it is. She angles her knife to cut the beige button loose. The needle and thread should be in - which drawer was it -

Yeza’s hand is on hers. Gentle, but firmly easing the blade’s edge away from the button.

“Always,” he echoes. Clears his throat. “Actually - you keep it. I’m sure there’s another fancy shirt I could wear.”

“Are you sure?” Veth asks, oddly shrill. Not sure why. “Sure? Because - Luc didn’t do the laundry last, night, and -”

He squeezes her hand, runs a thumb over her knuckles. His eyes are creased so perfectly, shiny (the best, crisp black buttons) behind his glasses.

“I’m sure, honey.”

Yeza eases the necklace back over Veth’s head, smoothing the buttons among their kin on her chest. And then he’s rushing off for another shirt, yelping when Veth slaps him on the ass as he scrambles past.

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[matcheadz]

A better future is possible if we have the courage to pave the roads to it. Also libraries are punk as fuck, pass it on.

[darikbelochka]

Kinda late but Merry Critmas!✨🎄✨

[warmer-gaze]

I am so normal about catsuit Veth

(pose from @adorkastock) :)

[undead-knick-knack]

Veth is gonna climb that minotaur like a tree 🤤😍😘

[bravenot]

[revvethasmythh]

it is wild seeing non-veth stans take stabs at explaining what was going on with her (and especially her dynamic with caleb) during the campaign because you'll see someone ask why she and caleb drifted apart around episodes 47-50 and someone will reply "it's because veth yelled at caleb and also she treats him like her child :(" when the answer is quite clearly and textually "because it turned out veth had a husband and that rocked their dynamic to it's fucking core"

[brenatto-apothecary]

One thing I enjoy about veth and yeza is that they're both very anxious people but they have a sort of domesticated rabbit vs. wild hare energy about it

[flashhwing]

how good do you think Nott’s disguise self was when they met Yeza in the dungeon? do you think she was a perfect copy of her old body — maybe even too perfect? more like she walked out of a painting than standing right there. like the pure concept of Veth Brenatto distilled into the image of a woman come back from the dead to save her husband

or do you think she got a few details wrong. you know how self perception is, you never look quite the same as you think you do. face just a little too round, a little off shape; eyes a little too dark, skin a little too pale, hair just a bit the wrong texture. details only a loving husband would notice

do you think the goblin body almost made more sense to Yeza than the illusion of his wife?

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[veththeebrave]

if your only response to this is "I don't like to imagine Veth cheating!" you can go ahead and scroll past this poll it's not for you. and if you think imagining fictional characters cheating on each other is evil and I'm evil you can do us both a favor and block me. peace and love on the planet earth talk to me about veth rarepairs

[smallishdoggo]

That "I am the parent and he's the child" line being entirely divorced from its context is the bane of my existence.

Veth says that to a group of people who are convinced that she is a child being manipulated by Caleb, who is her adult guardian. She's cornered, alone, and everyone is trying to tell her that she's being manipulated into acting against the group. It's an assertion of her agency and adulthood. It's a refutation of that specific misunderstanding of their relationship. She is saying that she's a grown ass adult who knowingly allies herself with Caleb above everyone else, and that Caleb is not controlling her.

Please for the love of god, put that line back in the context in came from or so help me.

[undead-knick-knack]

[ariadne-mouse]

Yeza accepting Veth - Nott - for what she looks like as a goblin, even after the illusion is dropped, not letting her turn away from him, and there is not a dry eye in the goddamn house (either at the table or in my actual house where I am also tearing up). Goddamn Matthew Mercer you know how to make choices with your NPCs

"It's still you though, right?" "Yeah." "Then that's all that matters."

[revvethasmythh]

peak Veth™️ moment in her origin comic is when she enters the apothecary and Yeza asks if she had a nice day by the stream and she goes, "Oh, sure. You know. Lots of memories" when actually she spent the day by stream having trauma flashbacks about her childhood. just. PEAK Veth behavior