#vex x zahra

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

A doodle for @anonnim . I have been messing around with my style and whatnot.

[themperor-rae]

I'm gonna try to turn these into stickers lol

[blorbologist]

Just us, you'll find out

TLOVM pre-canon Vexahra | T | 9k words

Let's be honest: Zahra and Vex are absolutely exes, and I for one want to know what the fuck happened there and how hot was it. Set in TLOVM's canon, but with Take members borrowed from the stream. Title from Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood.

Gift for @rightpastnowhere! <33

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Zahra realizes she might have been hit harder than she thought. 

 

She keeps one hand on her prize - like hell she was letting Aldor divvy up the reward - as she rubs at her eyes with the other.

 

Nope. Not seeing double: that’s two nigh-identical half-elves.

 

She carefully feigns counting her party’s gold as they prowl in, forging a straight path to the bar. The one with tits leans up and over, waiting to be noticed, posing just so to prop up said tits like they might speed up the process. Her twin - they must be twins - spies Zahra first, her payment second, and his fingers twitch to grab third. Best keep an eye on that one.

 

There’s also a bear cub hiding behind the woman’s legs. Hiding is generous - he’s waist high and gangly, snuffling with his nose high. Too young to be without his mother. So why is he with these twins? 

 

The whole thing sounds like a joke: a half-elf, a half-elf and a bear walk into a bar.

 

“He won’t pay you any mind, dears - you can’t just saunter in and get served in the Take,” Zahra says loudly. The snoop has enough courtesy to look a little rebuked; his sister, though, she takes a greedy glance of the gold, steals it all with a look alone. 

 

Zahra expects any number of things when that calculating stare flits up. Shock would be a reasonable one, or disgust, or envy, even curiosity. 

 

It’s a surprise when hazel eyes burn with more brimstone than Zahra’s blood can stomach.

 

“We hear this is the place people go to fight monsters,” she says, all sulfur. “Does anyone here know how to kill a dragon?”

[Keep reading on AO3!]

[blacksalander]

Zahra Hydris

[undead-knick-knack]

Your honor, they fucked

[artistantlers]

Just thinking about past Zahra/Vex

[dil-emmie]

Zahra has no right to be so hot

[tepkunset]

I ship them already

[mikaylacarlierose]

X

[mrsmarymorstan]

So, Vex and Zhara definitely fucked at some point, right? We're all agreed on that one. No way there wasn't at least a little bit of fingering going on before the betrayal.

Legend of Vox Machina said Bi-Vex Rights.

[setsailforthestars]

The tension between Vex and Zahra is so delicious I need them to fuck so bad

[darkshrimpemotions]

I WILL be annoying and shippy about The Legend of Vox Machina block me now if you don't wanna hear me talk about how Zahra and Vex are gonna fuck nasty.

[starcrossedrose]

I ship Zahra x Vex.

It gives off exes/rivals to lovers energy.

[blorbologist]

*pokes my head in* hi uhhh can i get uh. vexahra with a side of "loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye" pretty please

[Took a while to get to this one 'cause I needed a lil rest/got distracted doing Two for joy stuff. First time writing Vexahra, enjoy! <33]

“I think it looks stupid,” Vex insists with a huff, legs crossed. “I mean - ‘reject’? Really? Way to advertise the daddy issues, brother.”

Zahra shrugs, feigning focus on her ale. Vex is too used to appraisal to not notice she’s watching her, though. No matter how interesting the fly in her drink must really be. 

(This doesn’t feel like Syngorn, though. No one else - man or elf or half-elf or half-boar - is watching. Just the tiefling sitting the bar, tail curling too close to Vex's wrist.)

She’s pretty sure she’s right when Zahra takes too long to respond. She covers it with a hum, brows knitting in disapproval - noticed the bug at last. “Well, darling,” says Zahra, “I’m not sure you’re one to talk.”

Vex tilts her head. Go on, then.

“So tragic.” Zahra mimes a pout, drawing a sad line from the corner of her eye with a fingertip, more claw than nail. “If you’re playing for sympathy, I’m sure it will work wonders, you poor thing.”

“Who doesn’t like a good sob story?” Vex purrs. “Just watch and learn - one look at this face and the contracts will be in hand. Every one.”

“Oh, by all means - you’ll need all the charm you can get.”

She gets double birds for that.

The tattoo was, really, more a reason to stick around with Vax while he got his done. An impulse, not quite thought through, that she’d love if - well. Nothing. The process itched more than anything, but the arcane artist noted that it would be easy enough to unwind the enchantment to remove them if ever. 

Father certainly wouldn’t approve of this, if ever he wanted them back. Vex is undecided as to if she’d want his ire or his appreciation.

The tiefling stops indulging attention to her ale. She openly watches Vex now, swirling her tankard. If that fly isn’t dead, it’s certainly being taken for a ride. Like Vex, really, when Zahra places a hand on the bar and uses it to lean over Vex. Loom is a better word, she realizes, something heavy stuck in her throat. Was an unwanted guest in her drink, too? It certainly squirms.

“Actually,” says Zahra. “Let me get a better look.”

Vex rolls her eyes. “It’s not exactly that subtle-”

A fang of a nail slips under her chin, angle suitable for cutting throats, and Zahra slides even closer. The take is loud, louder than her heart in her chest. She’s been too deep in her cups - this human stuff is stronger than what she’s used to in Syngorn.

Oh. 

Interesting. Okay.

Zahra smirks, angling her hold on Vex’s chin so the points of her claws press just behind the bony edge of her chin.

She’s not even looking at the fucking teardrop tattoo.

Vex is of half a mind to bite her, though she really can’t find a good justification for that. 

So instead Vex surges up to kiss her, because that seems more in line with how those two fingers somehow hold her still. Because she’s going to paint those stupid red lips blue with her lipstick. Because fuck you, let me show you how charming I can be. 

(The nail cuts a smooth line of pain, drawn from the underside of her jaw to the nape of her neck. Not enough to bleed, but enough to remember.)

[blacksalander]

Zahra

[whitestone-is-for-lovers]

happy 69th vex/zahra fic on ao3, have some angst

takes place during c1e81, after the Thordak-Raishan fight. also on ao3

Back in Thordak’s lair, you take the time to look Zahra up and down. She has burns all up one arm, and a million cuts and bruises just like the rest of you, but she’s whole, and alive. Her lovely white hair is all dirty with soot. You think she might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You try very hard not to cry as you hug her. She accepts your embrace eagerly, but you both wince as your pains flare up.

“Darling, careful.”

“I know,” you say. You try to catch your breath. Everything hurts so badly, and there is some strange emptiness in you. The feeling worsens as the two of you step away from each other.

You look at her. She looks back at you. Darling, you think, and the reverberations of her voice in your mind make you want to fly back into her arms again, injuries be damned.

It used to piss you off, the way she said darling. Her accent a bit like yours, but so mocking. How her lips rounded out the word. You used to feel threatened by her; you can recognize that now. Both of you have moved past your petty rivalry now, thank the gods. You hear her voice in your head, before you split off to kill Thordak: I love you. If I can find you, I will.

She loves you.

You look at her, her singed hair, the perfect curve of her horns. The blood dripping down her cheek. Feelings surge up suddenly, huge and muddled and insistent: gratitude. Guilt. Admiration.

But mostly: you love her too. It’s painful how much. It feels like claws in your chest.

If I can find you, I will, she’d said. If not, stay alive.

Well.

She doesn’t need to know. You don’t need to tell her.

“I used your arrow,” you say quietly in her ear. “I saw the note. Thank you.”

She winks at you. “Don’t mention it, love.”

She says love like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t fucking cost her anything. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe love only hurts you; maybe it tastes like sugar on her tongue even though it tastes like blood on yours.

And now you’re thinking about tongues — about teeth — about Zahra’s tongue, Zahra’s teeth —

Gods, you want to kiss her.

But you glance over at Percy, and at Kash, and you taste the blood in your mouth. And you flatten your lips and simply give her a tight nod before you return to your brother’s side.