#vaxleth fic

[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.

[hartmanpym]

Hartman Thoughts 💭

I’ve had these thoughts in my head and need to get them out — Vaxleth is my newest obsession and especially thinking about wild Keyleth and tame Vax in bed (he's not that tame but you know).

Vaxleth sexy times, do you think the first time keyleth rides vax his mind is instantly mashed? beCAUSE she’s always been so shy and meek, but when it comes to this she likes to take control and undo vax so badly.

On the flip side, vax is a lot less confident, kind of shys away from it, maybe he’s a sub? enjoys keyleth’s pleasure more than his own? does it have to do the self sacrificial armour he wears??

Vax pretty much explodes as soon as keyleth starts riding him. nothing is stopping her. vax daydreams about this forever… and gets super distracted… and flushes so red when they’re talking some super business secret army stuff when keyleth meets his gaze across the room. and he’s red as a TOMATO. because how can Kiki be such a warrior but such a freaK IN THE SHEETS.

Vax worships this woman as if she is his air

Keyleth loves this man, and would do anything for him especially different sex positions

anyWAYS, thanks for coming to my ted talk teehee

[acwriting]

A short Vaxleth ficlet. When in canon does it take place, you ask? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Listen. I don’t know. That’s above my pay grade, I don’t control the muse. 😂 Part II to follow!

Warnings for language and violence. I don’t care for language much myself, but I genuinely don’t know that it’s possible to write a Vax POV fic without it. 😂

Trauma Bonding

Vax looked wildly around, holding his daggers at the ready. He didn’t think he could get away. He certainly couldn’t win, surrounded as he was. There were too many of them. He only hoped they didn’t find Keyleth.

They’d gotten separated from the rest of the party in a landslide the other day. It was unfortunate, but the two of them could make it to the city they’d all been heading for on their own. Probably.

He’d been looking for firewood just now, trying to let Keyleth sleep longer. She was exhausted from using most of her spells yesterday when they ran into a pack of wolves. She needed it.

They’d camped in a cave for the night, and she’d used her magic to hide the entrance. As long as she didn’t come looking for him, these mercenaries shouldn’t be able to find her.

He grit his teeth. Just because he couldn’t get away didn’t mean he had to make it easy for them. He threw one of his daggers, allowing himself a smile when it struck a particularly buff dwarf in the shoulder, causing him to drop his axe. The dagger reappeared in his hand and he pivoted, aiming for a goliath that was getting too close for comfort.

It stopped in midair, suspended in a green glow. Vax lost precious moments to his surprise, watching as a woman (her hair covered her ears, so he wasn’t sure if she was human or elf) snatched it from the air and deposited it inside an intricately carved chest.

It didn’t come back to his hand.

“Shit.”

He was already reaching for another dagger to take the missing one’s place, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t feel the loss of the first. It’d been so long since he had to ration his blades.

They were pressing closer to him again. He backed up, though he knew it would only take him closer to the mercenaries circling behind him. He wanted a nice, solid tree at his back.

He threw another dagger. This one at least hit its mark before the green glow came, and the goliath pulled it out of her own shoulder before putting it in the chest.

This time, though, he saw an elf holding his arm up towards it. He must be the one stopping it in mid air. Best to aim for him if Vax was to try to put a stop to it.

Vax threw the next three knives in quick succession, hoping to catch the man by surprise. All three, however, stopped inches from the sorcerer. The man only grinned in response. He knew he had Vax right where he wanted him. “Fire!”

Vax cried out, his shoulder erupting in pain, and fell against the tree behind him. Once his vision cleared, he turned his head to see a crossbow bolt sticking out of his shoulder. Unlike most, this thing was metal and at least an inch thick. He reached up a shakey hand to pull it out, only for the blinding pain to return and nothing to show for his troubles. It wouldn’t budge. He started to shift his body and found that not only was it stuck in him, it was stuck in the tree as well.

Meaning, he was stuck to the tree.

Shit.

He had one more knife. Well. He had three more, but one was where he could only reach it with his injured arm and one was in his boot. So, one more knife. He drew it as his enemies tightened around him, but his hand was shaking.

This could be the end. At least Keyleth wasn’t here. One person, even her, wouldn’t make a difference against this many. Especially with him wounded like this. But, Vex would want him to try. He took a shakey breath, forcing himself to focus. To find a way to get back to her. And to Keyleth.

The elf was approaching him, a cruel smile playing on his face. “What a pity, finding you out here alone. Tell me, young Vax’ildan: where is the rest of Vox Machina?”

Vax’s blood ran cold. They knew his name. They were looking for his family. “Far from here,” he managed to pant. “We parted ways days ago.”

The elf raised an eyebrow. He didn’t believe the half-truth. “And you, all on your own?”

Vax started to shrug before the pain in his shoulder stopped him. He grimaced. “Had a falling out.”

“I find it difficult to believe even your sister would not care about your fate,”

“She would,” he agreed. “But I don’t know where she is. I left before they chose a new destination.”

The elf hummed in thought. “I’m sure you won’t mind if we test that theory.” Quick as lighting, he slashed a knife Vax hadn’t seen across the rogue’s abdomen. Vax might’ve managed to hold back his cry if he hadn’t bent over reflexively, jerking his shoulder wound against the bolt still in it.

Vax couldn’t control his cry, and it echoed out from him, far louder than it should have. The sorcerer must have magically augmented it, hoping Vox Machina would hear and come running.

Vax prayed, clutching his new wound, that Keyleth had somehow slept through that. The cut was long, but shallow. Probably not life threatening.

The elf grinned, toying with his now-bloody knife. “Now. We can keep up this method, or you can tell me where your friends are.”

Vax spat at the man’s feet, earning a sharp slap across the face. The grunt that did manage to escape was nearly as loud as a normal yell. How could he stop the spell before Keyleth heard? Hells, she could have already heard and be heading for him now.

“What rudeness. But then, what do I expect from a mutt.”

Vax glared. He knew, knew the man was goading him, but damn him, it was working. He was going to do something stupid.

But then- “Vax??” Keyleth’s worried voice. “Vax, where are you?”

No. No no no no no.

“Keyleth, run!” He forced the air from his lungs, desperation in his voice. She had to know, had to listen. She had to stay far away. “Run, plea-“ The elf released the amplification spell from Vax, but that didn’t stop him. “There’s too many of them! Get out!” The mercenaries chuckled around him, amused by his fear.

His captor’s voice now boomed through the forest instead. “Ah, Keyleth of the Air Ashari. I look forward to meeting you. If you want to help your friend, follow the sound of my voice.”

Vax didn’t care that he was practically begging now as he clutched weakly at his gut wound. Who cared what these people thought of him, as long as Keyleth lived? “No! Please, Keyleth, run!”

“Don’t touch him!”

Vax’s face fell. No.

There was fear in Keyleth’s beautiful eyes as she emerged from the trees. There must be a lot of blood on him. But her typical anxiety was replaced with a cold determination. “What do you want?”

“Drop your weapons.”

“No! Keyleth, don’t!”

“Done.”

[everystephoftheway]

Like Braille

a vaxleth drabble- oddly enough, inspired by a line from doctor who, wide blue yonder

Vax often wonders how he got so lucky. He--the unwanted bastard, the man running out of time, blessed and cursed with a goddess’ attention--despite all that and all his many faults, is perhaps the luckiest man on Exandria. Because he, just he, has Keyleth sitting in his lap. Strands of her bright hair drape over her shoulders, tickling the skin of his. His bare back presses against the wooden headboard of their bed, while hers curls into the wide palms of his hands. As he leans forward to kiss at her collarbone, his fingers trace down her spine. Her hips angle forward, punctuating a gasp and the pounding of her heart, and he can feel goosebumps begin to form. His fingers move over them slowly, gently, reading them like braille, his favorite story. He knows every word, every detail of her, and yet he would spend every night of the rest of his life right here. With her. Reading her over and over, night after night, discovering all of her as if it were the first time. His lips press against her collarbone again, and he whispers her name into her freckled, pale skin. Her fingers reach into his dark tresses and pull him back to look at her, cheeks flushed with a warm smile.

“I’m so lucky,” she says. “I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“You’re lucky?” His fingers find the small of her back, and he can’t help but play with the dimples he finds there. He bites his lips as she nearly melts over him. “No one is luckier than I, my love.” 

She presses her forehead to his, using her nearly melted state to her advantage. Her fingers curl tighter in his hair. “Let’s just say we’re both lucky, hm?” 

Vax simply smiles, despite the desire to argue. He knows better. “I love you.” 

Her smile matches his. "I love you too." She leans in to kiss him, and as he grips her tight and rolls them over, he continues to wonder how he got so lucky.

[crispysnake]

"is this okay" "it's more than okay" absolutely screamssssd vaxleth to meeee

it is PERFECT for them and there are so many amazing things I could've done with this prompt but this came to mind first and I thought it was cute IM SORRY😭I just <3 my girl being awkward ok?

Something Keyleth learned early on with Vax, is that she did not know how to makeout.

Well that isn't entirely true, she's getting the hang of it, she knows it's just kissing a lot, and she likes kissing Vax, a lot. Her issue lies with never knowing where to put her hands. Her first two kisses came at a complete surprise to her, she didn't have time to think about what she was doing in the moment, and for the first little while after her and Vax got together, it stayed mostly soft pecks, a kiss to the back of her head or shoulder as he passes by, pressing a long one to her temple after some of their more dangerous battles, Keyleth really likes kissing him goodnight when he's already half asleep, he smiles so warmly against her lips it makes her stomach do flips and her heart beat loudly in her ears.

But then that brings her to now when she and Vax have indeed been kissing for a while, which she so smartly initiated the second he walked into her bedroom, pressing him against the door. The wood of the keep creaking gently beneath their feet, only the glow of a couple candles, only the smell of greenery, light rain, and a midnight breeze pushing through her window.

It seemed like second nature the way one of his hands found her lower back, pulling her closer, and the other gently holding her face, tilting her head slightly to press his lips to hers. She doesn't understand how he can be so effortlessly hot every waking moment of the day. Keyleths fingers stayed loosely laced behind her back, letting him lead her where she needs to be, but it doesn't take long before she becomes entirely too concentrated on the fact that her hands aren't on him. Keyleth unlinks her fingers, slowly bringing them around and hesitantly raising them, hovering awkwardly between their bodies, it only takes a moment for Vax to sense her distraction and pull away, sometimes it feels like magic, how easily he's able to read her. His eyes flicker down to her hands, back up to her lips, then to her eyes with a slight smile.

"Are you alright?" he asks quietly into the very little space between them, Keyleth feels herself nod a little too quick "yeah no of course" she lies, ok maybe Vax being able to read her easily isn't in her favor all the time. He feels Keyleth shift her weight nervously from side to side and is about disengage before "Can I uhm.." Keyleth brings her hands up and rests them on his shoulders, her fingers anxiously twitching and shifting against his shirt. The way Vax watches her curiously, all while smiling gently, makes her feel rather ridiculous about this whole ordeal. "Is this okay?" She whispers, searching his face, studying every shadow for any signs of discomfort.

Vax does not know what he did in his past life to ever deserve someone as gentle as she is. He puts his forehead to hers, "It's more than okay" He whispers in return, he removes his own hands only for a moment to put them on her forearms, leading them up and around his neck.

Keyleth smiles breathlessly, and timidly pulls him closer, his hands sliding down to her waist. She likes to think that the longer they're together, the more used to being this close to him she'll get, but standing here, in the most comfortable silence, watching the firelight dance across his features, simply smiling at eachother, she knows no matter how long its been, the butterflies in her stomach will never cease.

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Dreams

PROMPT: #47“Were you dreaming about me again?”

PAIRING: Keyleth X Vax'ildan (VOX MACHINA)

WARNINGS: Fluff with suggestive themes

Thank you @ravendruid for helping me pick a random prompt to start off this little experiment!!

The Experiment: Me being me, I cannot just exist being in one single fandom. But I feel bad writing only one fandom because at the moment that is what my little, broken heart wants. So for a little bit, I am challenging myself by having a prompt that I write for 1 fandom... and only changing it slightly to then make it work into another.

Will it work? Probably not.

Will I get bored of doing this? Most likely.

Will I still try? Fuck yes.

Her legs began quaking, a shiver running down her spine as she awoke from a deep slumber sitting up straight with a heavy pant. The sheets beneath where she had laid are damp from the sweat beading down the back of her neck, re hairs slickened to her skin. 

The door to the cabin squealed as the door carefully opened. The smell of fresh tea wafted through her senses, calming the rush of fear and adrenaline that had woken her up. 

Vax greeted her with a mischievous grin, the mug in his hand steaming against the perfect bone structure of his features as he peered back to the red head. 

“Were you dreaming about me again?” Vax had yet to read the room, especially the woman before him. He had heard her moans as he was getting ready to start a fire. Not wanting to wake his lady from a wet dream, he decided to fix her a perfect cup of her favorite tea for when she awoke instead. 

He hadn’t know about what happened after he left the small, wooden cabin. Her moans turned into cries. Her breathing faultered and her body shook in agony as she lived out her perfect nightmare. 

It seemed so real. 

It felt so real. 

Keyleth gave a tired smile. Her eyes searched the room, grounding herself back into reality. Vax didn’t miss this, seeing a single bead of moisture fall from her brow, he rushed over to her side. His hands caressing her own as his warmth helped ease her nightmare further and further. With him there, she was safe. 

She was safe.

Vax pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her frame tight. She could feel his heart beating against her skin and his breath tickling the still slick skin of her expose neck. Her head layed in the crook of his own where she could inhale his musty scent, something that would easily turn her off with any other man, but with him is was inviting. 

His hands kept her in place for a while, both sitting in silence wrappe in eachother’s arms, legs, and anything else they could possibly touch. When her breathing regulated and her mind shook off the pain of what she had seen and felt, Keyleth whispered into the soft skin of Vax’ildan’s neck. 

“I would have rathered to be dreaming about you.” 

His body shook with a chuckle. Moving his hands slowly down her back, one landed on the exposed skin just above her green panties. His fingertips ghosting the edge of the lace. Feeling her warm skin raise into goosebumps beneath his touch. 

“I would have rather you had dreaming of me too,” His voice began to turn more rugged. Keyleth didn’t have to see his face to know that Vax’s pupils were beginning to dilate or know he had that mischievous little grin on his lips. She swallowed hard, hiding her own nervous giggle. 

“But I would rather act out that dream instead if I’m being honest.” 

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

21 for vaxleth? xx

Cuddling in the first morning light

Vax hates Greyskull Keep. It's drafty and cold and echoey. And they all have separate rooms. That's definitely the worst part. He misses sleeping with his sister's back to his, with Pike's soft breathing, Grog's awful snoring. He hardly sleeps the first night in the keep. He wants to go to his sister, but she deserves her space.

Vax drags himself out of bed and out his bedroom door. The halls are dark, only illuminated by one torch. Vax can hear Grog's snoring coming from down the hall and he smiles to himself as he plods down the stairs. He's not sure where he's going, but as soon as he reaches the first floor, he feels his hackles raise.

Something is wrong.

He wraps a hand around one of his knives, slowly drawing it from his belt. His eyes catch on the dining room, there's a soft light coming from inside. Vax starts slowly making his way down the hall. He pauses outside the door, listening. Upon hearing nothing, he yanks the door open, ready to attack.

Keyleth gasps loudly, almost falling out of her chair as she whips to look at him with frightened eyes. "Fuck, Keyleth," Vax chuckles, stowing his knife as his heart rate settles.

"Fuck yourself," she responds, the pauses and immediately blushes deep red. "That's-that's not what I meant-"

Vax chuckles and shakes his head as he walks deeper into the room, "You're fine, you're fine. Sorry I scared you." It's as Keyleth tucks her hair behind her ears that Vax realizes she is wearing a white nightgown with a sheer bathrobe over it. "Do you want me to...?" He nods to the door.

"No! I mean, no, it's fine," she says as she pulls the chair out beside her. Vax smiles softly at her as he sinks into the chair. "Can't sleep?"

"Nope." He sighs. "Never liked having my own room."

"The window in my room rattles," Keyleth says softly. "Wouldn't let me sleep. Sorry, yours sounds a lot more serious."

"Nah," Vax kicks his legs up on the table. "We don't have to compare."

Keyleth looks at him, anxiously chewing her bottom lip. "Would...Would having someone with you help you sleep?"

Vax sighs. "Yeah, but I'm not about to go wake up Vex. Pickle might let me, but she's been having a hard time." He chuckles humorlessly. "I'll just stay up, maybe go train for a few hours."

"No, um, I'm offering," Keyleth stutters out, her blush deepening. "Just if you need someone...I can be there."

"You'd do that?" Vax asks. Something in his chest catches as she smiles at him and nods. "Yeah, that'd be incredible, Kiki."

"Your room though," she says quickly. "Your window probably isn't as loud."

Vax nods. The two of them walk up the stairs to Vax's bedroom with a significant amount of awkwardness. After the door shuts behind them, Vax makes his way over to his bed and crawls onto the left side, sticking close to the edge. In the darkness, Vax watches Keyleth tentatively make her way around the bed and slip under the blankets. She lies facing him, tucking her hands under her head. With Keyleth against the other edge of the bed, there's at least a foot and a half of space between them.

Something in Vax's head tells him to reach over to her and to pull her against his chest, keep her warm and safe. But he can't, she's his friend. As much as he wishes they could be something more.

"Night, Kiki," he murmurs, already feeling sleep weigh on his eyelids.

"Goodnight," comes her soft reply.

Vax sleeps deeply, never waking up in the middle of the night. Which is why it comes as a surprise to him when he wakes up in the morning to find a warm weight in his arms. He frowns and blinks open his eyes. The first beams of sunrise pour over the window sill, lighting the room. And the woman sleeping in his arms.

Vax looks down and sees Keyleth curled against his chest, her soft hair on his arm, a slight smile on her face. And he aches. She is so beautiful, so warm and soft in his arms. He can't help but think about how right it feels to have her curled against him. But she is not his to want like that so with great effort, he slowly pulls himself from bed, making sure not to wake her as he lays her down against his pillow.

Vax quickly gets dressed and starts to leave, but as he closes the door, he takes a last look at Keyleth, asleep in his bed with the sunrise setting her hair on fire, freckles visible along her shoulders and back.

He closes the door.

intimate moments prompts

[percyslist]

Uncomfortable conversations

Based off of this post by @aurelites

He wasn’t supposed to find out, Vax thinks as Percival Freddie something-or-other de Rolo paces in front of him, a thunderous expression on his face.

“If you keep doing that,” says Vax, “you’re going to leave an indent on the floor.”

Percy doesn’t stop pacing. Vax briefly considers leaving the room, but he started speaking before he had the opportunity.

“I can’t believe it,” Percy says, finally stopping to look Vax in the eye. “You and Keyleth?”

“I don’t know what you think you’re talking about,” he says, trying his best to fein indifference. How does he know?

“Don’t lie to me, Vax. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, alright? Keyleth and I have been… seeing each other.”

“Well then, you’d better tread lightly, because if you hurt her, your name will go straight to the top of my list, and you’ve seen how that works out.”

“Is that how little you think of me? No, scratch that, is that how little you think of Keyleth? Do you think she’s incapable of making the right decisions, or protecting herself when her choice come back to bite her in the ass?”

“I don’t want her to need to,” Percy says, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Even so, that is not your decision to make,” Vax says, getting up to leave, ignoring all of Percy’s attempts to defend himself.

—

She wasn’t supposed to find out, Keyleth thinks as Vex begins ranting about how upset she is that nobody told her that she and Vax were seeing each other. Keyleth tries to defend herself, to say that it wasn’t her idea to keep it a secret for so long, but Vex has already moved on, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“Just… use protection, alright? I’m not sure any of us want a mini Vax running around.” She shivers. “Gods, I’m getting sick just thinking about it.”

Vex moves to leave, but turns back as soon as Keyleth begins to think that her embarrassment may have reached its end. “I’m happy for you, darling. You two are perfect for each other.”

Keyleth feels even more heat rush to her face, but she manages to send Vex a smile as she leaves, before promptly burying her face in her hands.