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astarionxhappiness · 9 months ago

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Astarion going to a nearby stream to bathe to stumble upon a naked and very embarrassed Tav who had similar ideas? 😛

A/N Well, This one really got away from me haha! But I hope it is to your liking. Thank you for the request! I had a ton of fun writing this <3 Word count: Little over 6,000 Warnings: Smut. Handjob. Some fingering. Astarion should probably be a warning in of himself, let's be honest here. And some fluff to sprinkle on top.

It had been a very long day of traveling, and the sun was starting to wane by the time the tents finally went up.

You had just reached the end of the mountain pass, setting up in a small valley that was, to your great pleasure, a very close travel to a hot spring a little ways into the woods.

The others had already had their turn bathing and enjoying the hot water, each taking turns to finish the work while still getting to enjoy the relaxing waters. And now, it was your turn to finally slip away. You informed Shadowheart of your leaving, feeling her squeeze your arm in fond passing as you headed off. You could hear the crickets starting to come alive as you trapsed towards your greatly anticipated destination.

Already you could feel the tension of a hard day's work leaving your shoulders the closer you got.

You let out a relieved sigh as you laid eyes on the large spring, watching a light layer of mist dancing across the top where the hot water met the cool evening air.

You moved over to the edge of it, finding a large rock to sit on and place your clothes and towel down.

You made quick work of brushing out your hair before standing to work on stripping off your clothes, dropping your weapon down beside the pile.

You let out a sigh as you shut your eyes, slipping down into the water until it reached just below your nose, letting your head hang back slightly as you let it take away the chill of the early spring air.

You were left peacefully for only a few minutes before the sound of rustling alerted you to the presence of something close by.

Staying almost completely submerged, you opened your eyes wearily as you looked around, though nothing out of the ordinary met your inquisitive gaze.

You took in a deep breath, assuming it to be nothing more than a rabbit, or perhaps a rodent of some kind. Whatever it was, it made very little noise.

You slipped under the water completely, eyes falling shut as you lingered like this for a time before coming back up, taking in a gasping breath.

you flipped your hair back behind you, wiping the water from your eyes before allowing them to come open as you stood up.

"Fuck!" You cried out in alarm when you looked over to see a tall pale figure leaning against a tree off to your right near the water, though far enough away that he was not easily attacked.

A smart move, on his part.

The pale elf's lips curled into a smirk as your cheeks went bright red, hands coming to cover yourself as best as possible.

"Astarion! What are you doing out here?" You demanded."How long have you been standing there??" You added with equally vehement embarrassment.

"I assure you my intentions were nothing more than pure, darling," he assured. "I merely came to bathe myself-" He waved a gesturing hand to his upper half, which you realized only then was devoid of clothing. "Though, I have to admit, darling" He went on, that infuriatingly self-approving smile never leaving his lips. "I'm afraid I cannot say I am disappointed in finding the waters already occupied. . "

His words made you only blush harder, though you kept your head stuck up with indignant determination.

"You still didn't answer my question," You stated, ignoring the flirtations that made your cheeks heat up further (a reaction Astarion did not fail to notice).

He chuckled, moving closer so he could lower his voice without causing difficulty for you to hear.

"Oh, not too long, I assure you, my sweet." He moved ever closer, curious to see if you would shrink back, or stay stubbornly in place in all your naked glory.

He was pleased to find it was ladder.

"As I said. . I just came to enjoy the water, darling." He lowered his tone to a smooth purr as he got closer to you, listening to your breath hitch slightly from the proximity, all too aware that your ass was on perfect display due to the angle at which he approached.

you couldn't help your gaze slipping down to glimpse at his finely chiseled chest, your mind wandering to what it might look like dripping wet. .

You bit your lip absently, then belatedly realized that the object of your involuntary lust was right in front of you with two perfectly functioning eyes.

He smiled more, your look not going unnoticed by the vampire spawn.

"I am happy to share the waters if you'd like, darling," He went on, stepping closer to you. "After all, it is always more fun with two. . " It was then that you deemed the close proximity a little too close, and took a flustered step backwards, huffing as you did so. You watched as he laughed, seeming to be enjoying his teasing quite a bit.

"You go on the other side," You decided, gesturing with your head. "I am almost finished anyways I suppose, and I don't imagine a slothful vampire spawn such as yourself would really want to make the journey all the way back to camp just to come right back in ten minutes." Your vague insult to his laziness made him feign offense, his hand coming up over his heart.

"And yet, you would make me travel all the way to the other side of the spring?" The objection that his offense seemed to zero in on took you off guard, making your hands nearly falter in covering yourself. He smiled as he noted your surprise.

"Very well. . But if you change your mind . ." He stepped closer, moving in a way that had your shoulders nearly brushing, causing your breath to stutter distractedly as his head leaned to the side lazily, his lids lulling as he looked at you. ". . I'm but a call away, beautiful." He sauntered on the edge of the water line, his back turned to you as he walked off to his designated part of the spring.

You shut your eyes, taking a moment to regain yourself mentally.

You had thus far managed to resist his flirtatious temptations, but lately you had found your resolve slowly. . Faltering.

You melted back down under the water, unable to help your eyes wandering over to his form, his back still turned to you as he finished taking off the rest of his clothing.

You quickly averted your gaze just as he began to turn, listening to the shifting of the water as he stepped into it.

You sunk down absently, unable to help one more glance once he was seated, water covering him from the mid torso and down. When you saw him not looking at you, your quick glance became a rude stare.

His back was resting against a large rock, the top of his head resting against it as well, showing off his jaw at an angle that only sharpened and defined it more. . His strong arms were stretched out, resting comfortably against the edge of the same rock.

You slipped down further absentmindedly in your sport as you played with your hair, ever distracted. So distracted, in fact, that you did not realize that going down any further than you already had been would lead to you inhaling water.

You came back up choking, trying to clear the invasion from your lungs and sinuses, making Astarion lift his head to look at you inquisitively.

You cursed his ability to see so well in the shrouded evening light, knowing full well he would be able to make out the embarrassment etched on to every inch of your face.

"Doing alright other there, love?" He asked. "Do you need someone to come hold you to help you avoid drowning?"

You gave him a death glare as you continued choking and coughing up the last bits of water.

"It wouldn't be a problem if-" You cut off, looking away as you continued to clear your throat.

"If? I'm sorry, darling. You really are quite far away, I'm afraid I can't hear you very well." The words were a lie to say the least, and the smile on his face told you he was fully aware of this fact.

Still, you found yourself for some reason taking the bait.

"If you are that hard of hearing, then by all means, come closer." The words left your mouth dryly.

"Well, if you insist. . " Your eyes widened as he began to rise from his spot, your head quickly turning just as his waist appeared from the water that kept him covered.

You absently pulled your knees up to cover your body self consciously, keeping your head turned as you listened all too intently to the sound of the elf approaching you with all the confidence of a whore in a brothel.

You felt your cheeks heating up again as he settled but a few feet to your left. "Well, that's better," He said, letting out a sigh as if winded from the journey. "I can hear you much better now. "Well then, what were we talking about, my sweet?"

You cleared your throat, looking over at him and freezing to find him even closer than you had anticipated.

He was already looking looking back at you, locking eyes instantly. You swallowed thickly, lips parting slightly, intending to speak, but finding yourself too distracted to actually get anything out. He was doing nothing to cover himself beneath the water, as you were doing yourself. You did everything in your power to ignore this knowledge, continuing to lock eyes with him as if scared you would have no control to where your gaze went if you broke the contact. "Something on your mind, darling?" He asking with false innocence, turning his upper half to face you, giving you his full and undivided attention.

You cleared your throat, mouth shutting as you looked away, blushing harder.

"You are just- very naked," You found yourself saying, as if he wasn't aware of this fact. A shiver ran down your spine listening to him laugh.

"Well, as are you, darling" He pointed out, his tone never losing that velvety note that worked so well to pull you in.

He shifted a bit closer, the water softly sloshing around his body as he did so.

"You know, I have always found it easier to bathe with someone," He went on, sounding more casual and matter-of-fact this time.

"Perhaps, so long as we are here together- we could . . Be of use to one another, hm? What do you say, beautiful? Assuming you could keep your embarrassment in check, that is," He smiled teasingly, making you look over at him.

"Be of use to one another?" You repeated, deadpanned.

"Hmm, yes." He gave a nod, going on to explain as he edged a little closer. "I could wash your back, you could wash mine. . What do you say, darling? I think this arrangement would work quite nicely." he ended the sentence with little space between you.

You bit your lip, staring at him distractedly.

". . just backs," You replied uncertainly, not entirely sure why you were agreeing to this ludicrous offer.

He smiled, fangs showing as his gaze fell absently to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze.

"As you wish," He replied readily.

"And, if you decide you'd like me to wash other parts of you . . I could always be easily swayed." You went to look down when your embarrassment got to you again, flushing violently as you quickly rethought this action and instead hung your head back to stare up at the sky.

"Just- shut up and turn around, you filthy elf," You replied with lightheartedness despite the obvious sheepishness you were feeling. He grinned, doing as he was told.

You grabbed the supplies you had set beside you on the dry ground, taking a cloth and bar of soap in either hand.

"I hope you intend to get your hair wet by the end of this," You commented as you went to work on his shoulders, eyes gazing down at the horrific scars painting his back. the sight of them always made your stomach churn.

Despite your somewhat combative and teasing relationship, you cared about Astarion a great deal. To think about all he had went through. . It made you dream about getting to inflict similar horrors upon Cazador.

"You are free to clean whatever part of me you'd like, my sweet." His teasing comment snapped you from your distracting thoughts, making you nudge his shoulder.

"Was this your actual plan?" You mused. "Walk in on me bathing so that you could get me to wash you so you wouldn't have to do the work yourself?" You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling at the question.

"That would be quite a brilliant plan, wouldn't it? You do have a certain way about you, darling. Your touch is quite thrilling to experience, should one be so lucky to have the opportunity." You hesitated in your motions for a moment, biting your lip before continuing on, absently rubbing his muscles as you worked, easing the tension in his body.

You heard a soft gasp leave his lips as his head hung forward, making you hesitate once more in your motions.

"Did that hurt?" You ask, looking him over uncertainly.

"Quite the contrary, in fact," He breathed.

You can't help but smile to yourself, wordlessly starting again. The two of you fell into an amicable silence, an occurrence that was quite strange to experience with the vampire.

The only sounds that filled the air was the occasional gentle sighs of pleasure from him as you worked.

You got rather caught up in the sensation, his cool skin feeling pleasant in contrast to the hot water that covered your stomach and legs, the sensation of his muscles relaxing beneath your touch giving you a certain gratification.

You took in a deep breath, sighing softly, feeling content.

"We should do your hair," You said after a time, thoughtless to the fact that he could in fact do this himself quite easily.

"So I suppose we are doing more than just backs, hm?" He replied with a teasing, flirtatious smile tossed over his shoulder.

"Unless you'd rather do it yourself," You retorted, giving him a flat look. The corner of your lips tugged upwards into a fond smile however, matching the glint in your eye that gave away your true feelings on the matter.

Though you wouldn't dare tell the cocky bastard, you had always wanted to run your hands through his hair. It just looked so. . soft. silky. . .

You watched him move to a deeper part of the spring to slip under it easier, bending forward to soak his head before moving back over to face his back to you once more.

You managed to get halfway through the process seamlessly before you accidentally tugged a bit on his hair, and froze at the soft moan that left his lips as his head fell back ever so slightly against the touch.

The reaction . . did things to you.

You forced in a deep breath as you slowly resumed lathering soap into his hair, ignoring the stirring anticipation in your stomach. You found your fingers wandering distractedly, letting them run down the nape of his neck, shuddering as another breath left his lips. "Okay- you're done," You gasped out when you felt this one go alarmingly between your legs.

You gave his back a gentle push towards the deeper part of the spring for good measure.

He glanced behind him to look at you, his eyes falsely inquisitive, reading your face like a book.

You stared at him with growing sheepishness before you couldn't handle the tension building between the two of you, and proceeded to slip further under the water, bringing a foot up instead to nudge him with. A small, meek plea to make him stop looking at your red face.

This earned an amused smile from him, and he went willingly to go rinse his hair.

You watched with far more interest than you cared to admit, unable to tear your eyes away as he resurfaced, running a hand over the front of his hair to stop water from falling into his eyes.

You wondered how a man that had not seen himself for two hundred years still managed to show himself to others with so much confidence.

"Your turn, then, darling?" He said as he moved back over through the water, making you swallow thickly.

He moved to sit in front of you, staring at you intently.

"We can do it this way, if you'd rather not turn around," He said after a stretch of silence, making your brain reactivate.

"Right, sorry," you breathed, flushing at your mistake.

You turned yourself in a manner that was careful not to show off your breasts in the process, leaning your head forward as you shut your eyes, finding your stomach twisting anxiously in anticipation waiting for his touch.

You shuddered when it was finally received. This soft brush of his fingertips running down the back of your arm, followed by the sensation of him brushing your wet hair over either one of your shoulders.

"That’s better," He purred, letting wet hands run over your shoulder shoulder blades.

He hummed when he felt goosebumps rise across your skin, your body hot and reactive.

He grabbed the soap, lathering it on his hands, rather than using the bar as you had done.

"I must warn you, darling. . I can be quite thorough." He murmured the last part near your ear, making your body shudder as he brought his hand to run down your spine, watching in satisfaction as it instinctually arched against his touch.

he worked deft fingers along your upper half above the water line, rubbing your muscles in the most pleasing of ways.

"'Starion," You breathed before you could stop yourself when you felt his hands slip down to grasp your waist, his thumbs pressing softly into the divot in your lower back.

"Yes, my sweet?" He purred, feeling your hips shift against his embrace.

You blushed realizing you had not spoken his name out of the intent of starting a conversation, but out of something far more carnal.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say.

"Uh. . " Your mind trailed off as your head absently leaned to the side when you felt one of his hands leave your hip to go to recollecting your hair when a few strands strayed from where he had put it over your shoulder.

He did not concern himself waiting for you to think of something to stay, instead he went to letting his soapy hand run up the side of your exposed neck, listening to your breath hitch as his palm moved to run over your throat, his thumb grazing over your pulse.

He felt your head tilt back willingly, his eyes roaming the side of your neck with growing hunger.

he let his hand fall from your throat, grabbing the rag and dipping it under the water before using it to wash off the soap, meanwhile his other hand went to running up and down your hip in a motion that was decidedly more sexual than it was helpfully cleaning you off.

You could feel your heart beginning to pound in your chest, anticipation taking over your entire being as you resisted the urge to push back against him, wanting to know what it would feel like to have his chest pressed firmly against your back.

"Would you like me to give you more, darling?" He cooed, his lips close to your ear, making you shiver.

"I can give you everything you'd like. . You just have to say it for me, my love. " He let his lips brush against your earlobe, making a soft whine leave your lips before you could stop it.

"Oh, god. . " You couldn't resist your body's desire to press back against him when you felt a hand slip in front of you to press against your stomach.

You gasped at the sensation, listening to Astarion's breath hitch at the sudden feeling of your ass being pressed between his legs, your back warm and soft against his chest.

You looked up at him with darkened eyes, anticipation threaded into every nerve in your body as he looked down at you silently.

You both moved at the same time, meeting halfway to connect your lips in a heated, lustful kiss.

You brought your hand up to the back of his hair, tugging softly at the wet locks as you felt his hand slide from your stomach up to cup one of your breasts, his muscular arm resting across your torso.

His lips were cold, the taste of them positively intoxicating. "Astarion," You breathed, pulling away from him breathlessly as you regained some control over yourself.

"Yes, darling?" He let his lips fall down to kiss at your neck, resisting the urge to let his teeth sink into the soft flesh for just a small taste. . Your next words, however, had him freezing in every motion.

"Are you sure that you want this?"

You looked up at him as he pulled back, staring down at you with shock.

"What?" He finally questioned, frowning with a remarkable amount of skill.

"I just. . " You turned to face him, biting your lip as you cupped his jaw.

"I-. . I know you have things in your past that. . I just want to make sure you're okay with this. . That it is truly something that you want, because if it isn't, or if you aren't sure, we don't need to." You looked at him with tender, worried eyes, clearly uncertain about it.

He found himself unsure how to respond. No one had ever stopped to ask him such a question before. .

He looked at you silently, taking in the sensation of soft, warm skin. The tender stroke over your thumb against his cheek. Your imploring, gentle eyes.

You had moved your body away from his in a manner that left you touching him in a far more tender way than it was sexual, something he also was not used to receiving,

He felt his gaze fall downcast, letting his hand come to run up and down your waist tenderly.

You let him remain silent, allowing him the time he needed in order to get his thoughts together and truly think about his answer.

He looked up at you finally, bringing a finger to hook under your chin. "I want you," He replied finally, leaning forward to press his lips slowly to yours, making your eyes flutter shut.

"I want to feel you. . " He used the hand on your hip to gently but firmly pull you on to his lap.

"I want to taste you." He grasped your jaw with his thumb and index finger as he leaned up, sliding his tongue past your lips with dizzying skill.

You let your arms wrap around his shoulders, a hand coming into the back of his hair, tangling loosely into the wet locks as you wrapped your tongue around his.

You shifted your hips against his when you couldn't take the sensation of being still any longer, listening to the soft groan leave his throat as you did, encouraging you to roll your hips again.

You could feel him hardening beneath you, making your stomach twist and your clit throb.

Sharp fangs nipped your bottom lip when he failed to resist the urge to taste more than just your tongue. He sucked at the cut, dragging his tongue over it as he hummed softly, listening to you moan at the sensation.

You pulled away after a time, licking the drop of blood from your lip, watching him stare intently as you did so.

Wordlessly, you gathered your hair to one side, and tilted your head back to offer your neck to him should he want it, watching him fall forward with hunger.

He did not dive in fangs first, however. He brought his hand to the other side of your neck to grasp as he dragged his tongue over the soft, wet skin, flicking and swirling the muscle in a way that had you shuddering.

a whimper left your lips when you felt him finally sink his teeth slowly into the skin, your hands tightening softly against him as you let your hips roll against his to even out the pain.

Your eyes fell shut when he began to suck at the wounds, moaning against your neck as he used his hand to pull you closer to his mouth, making your breath hitch. You could feel your head fogging pleasantly the longer he went, his cock hardening beneath you.

You lifted yourself up off his lap slightly, bringing a hand down to wrap around his dick instead, making his body jolt softly at the unexpected touch.

"I want you to focus on your own pleasure," You breathed, eyes lulling shut.

Fuck he felt big in your hand. . .

The thought distracted you further from any pain he was causing by feeding, and the signs of his pleasure numbed the rest for you.

you slowly stroked your hand up to his head, pushing back down equally slow, setting a firm, deliberate pace that had him moaning and sighing in pleasure against your neck.

He only grew harder as you worked, your head feeling more and more dizzy as he continued to lap his tongue and suck against your throat.

"Star, ease up, love," You breathed finally when you felt it was starting to cause you problems.

He pulled away, dizzy with pleasure as he looked up at you, blood staining his lip, drizzling slightly down his chin.

You wiped away the blood before pushing your lips against his, picking up the pace of your hand, making him groan into your mouth.

you felt the ache between your legs only worsen, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you.

"Hm- fuck," You moaned against his lips when you felt his hand slip down to bring two fingers to rub your swollen clit. Your hips immediately reacted by grinding down against his fingers, your hand moving faster against his fully hard cock.

"You looked positively delicious, darling" He purred, his voice just a touch breathless from lust.

"You are going to feel so good, aren't you. ." He leaned down to lick the blood dripping down your neck, slipping his fingers down to tease your entrance and slowly pushing in. he replaced the attention to your clit with his palm as he did so, causing you to whimper and drop your forehead down against his shoulder.

He pressed his forehead against the side of your head, eyes shutting as he took in a deep breath, feeling your blood coursing through him, giving him strength he very much wanted to use to both your advantage. Still, he waited, finding he was rather enjoying the intimate position. Wanting to further this, he let off his teasing to grab your waist with one hand, using the other to taking yours off of his cock before letting it settle on your other hip to pull you back down against his lap.

thus settled, he wrapped his arms around your back, pressing you close as he took in a deep breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he rubbed his hand against your spine softly. You couldn't help but smile, rolling your hips slowly against his for a gentle pleasure to ease both your aching, enjoying the intimate position he had maneuvered the two of you into.

He took in a sharp gasp when your lips suddenly found his sweet spot at the crook of his neck, his arms tightening softly around you. You worked your tongue eagerly, wanting him to get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible.

He let a hand trail down while you did this, grabbing your ass and squeezing before pushing you down against his cock a little harder, groaning at the feeling as his eyes shut.

"Are you ready, love?" He breathed, knowing he was quite ready. You nodded as you looked up, cupping his face with two tender hands, shutting your eyes as you brush your nose against his before connecting your lips.

He helped you shift your hips, listening to a soft moan leave your lips as his tip slipped past your entrance, pushing into you ever so slowly.

He got roughly a quarter of the way in before you had to pause, feeling his fingers come down to rub your clit as you slowly moved up and down, whimpering as you took move of him inside of you.

You worked slowly, taking your time as you both simply enjoyed the sensation of it all. happy to forget the stresses that awaited you outside of this moment.

he opened his eyes when you broke the kiss to drop your head back instead when he was nearly fully inside of you, bouncing slowly as you worked on taking the last bit of him. Your back arched toward him when you finally managed it, a shuddered moan leaving your soft lips as your eyes rolled back.

you put your hands on his shoulders, feeling his hand squeeze your ass as you started to move up and down his length with a steady pace, connecting your lips once again as it slowly picked up heatedly.

You could feel him stretching you out in a way that made you ache for more, and yet feel incredibly satisfied just as you were.

Water sloshed around you as your pace gained speed, your breasts pressing firmly against him as you moved, rolling your hips in a way that had him groaning delights.

He grabbed the back of your wet hair, pulling softly as you did the same to his.

You were panting as you kept up the pace relentlessly, his own panting and moaning keeping you going even as you began to feel tired from the movement.

You gasped when he suddenly grabbed your hips, pulling you off his cock completely and without warning as he made you stay high enough that he could attack your breasts lustfully for a heated minute before turning you in the water, putting you beneath him.

"Surely you did not think I would let you do all the work tonight, did you, my sweet?" He asked as he hooked your leg with his under the water, towering over you with a dominance that had a shiver running down your spine.

"I wouldn't have mind," You replied distractedly, though your words were quite genuine. You were breathless as you stared up at him, eyes meeting his steadily.

the response made him smirk, chuckling as he leaned down to kiss you, pushing back into you at the same time.

The motion caused a moan to force its way from your lips, your body writhing beneath him as you brought your leg up higher to wrap around his waist.

his lips trailed down to your neck again after a time, sucking down the last remnants of blood that drove his lust even further.

his hips snapped against yours powerfully, hitting deep inside of you with each thrust,

"be a good girl," He breathed, pressing his forehead against yours as he went to a rapid pace. "And clench that wet cunt for me." He bit your lip, groaning as he felt you do exactly as you were told, making you almost painfully tight,

you whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, tugging at his hair needily, grinding your hips against his, desperate for friction that was made difficult to achieve due to the water.

he pressed his body against yours after a time, grinding inside of you as he pressed his forehead against the crook of your neck.

the soft gasps of pleasure that left his lips in a stream had you feeling positively dizzy.

you used your leg to help him push deeper, reaching down behind him between his legs to lightly play with his balls, only enhancing his gasps and moans.

you could feel your stomach twisting into knots of pleasure listening to the intoxicating sounds, your eyes shut as you pushed your head back against the ground, listening to the sloshing water caused by his grinding movement.

"Are you going to cum, darling?" You asked, playing with his hair, giving the occasional gentle tug.

he groaned in response, lifting his head up to drop his forehead down against yours.

"Not until you do," He assured, adamant about ensuring his lovers were taken care of first.

you bit your lip, dragging your thumb across his balls in a manner that had his cock twitching inside of you.

"I want to feel you cum," You breath, stealing a kiss from the man. "I don't want you to wait for me if you think you are going to, okay?" You shifted beneath him needily, fairly certain there was a good chance feeling him orgasm would most likely push you over the edge yourself.

he looked down at you, looking almost troubled. As though he didn't know what to do with this.

"I assure you," You went on before he could formulate a sentence. "I am fairly sure that if I don't get off feeling you cum inside of me, it probably won't take more than a stiff breeze to finish me off after."

You couldn't help smiling when you watched a similar expression touch his lips, a soft, breathless laugh coming out of him.

"If you are sure, darling," he decided, brushing his nose against your cheek mindlessly as he started to pick up short thrusts again, groaning at the sensation.

you couldn't resist bringing your hand up to squeeze his ass as he did this, making him jolt from surprise in a way that caused you to moan freely.

he repeated a similar thrust again to see if he could get you to mimic the sound. when he succeeded in doing so, he repeated the pace and angle at which he did it, snapping his hips in short, powerful thrusts.

"Is that where it feels good, darling?" He purred, licking your earlobe before nipping it teasingly. "Do you think I could get you to come with nothing more than my cock?" You moaned in response, grabbing at his flexed biceps, his arms encircling your head.

"You are so beautiful for me," He moaned, kissing your jaw. "Absolutely delicious. ." He snapped his hips a little harder, leaning down to try and suck a little more blood from you.

When he found the reserve dry, he felt weak to resist the temptation to create a new wound, sinking his teeth into you, twitching again as he felt you clench around him, whimpering in a mix of pain and pure ecstasy as you gripped his arms tighter, feeling yourself being thrown towards the edge.

He took a few large swallows of blood, feeling it energize his entire body, his cock swelling inside of you as his hips snapped harder and with more vigor.

He got to a nearly unbearable speed before he suddenly pushed inside of you and stayed.

your breath hitched when you felt him spill cum inside of you, grinding with desperation as you felt him slowly pull out before slamming back into you, moving with the waves of pleasure that rolled through him.

The sounds he made while doing so had your stomach twisting with pure lust, and it took little more than a few circles against your clit with two fingers to have you following over the edge.

He grabbed the side of your hair with a gasp when he felt your orgasm hit, his mouth hanging open, eyes shut tightly as he pressed his forehead firmly against your own.

You brought your free hand to wrap around him, your leg helping push him down against you as you both rode out the waves of pleasure together.

You laid there panting into one another’s mouths as you came down, keeping each other close as your bodies relaxed and melted against the other.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek dizzily after a time, making his eyes open to look down at you.

"Now what am I going to do with you," He breathed, a smile dancing on his lips.

He was not used to the tender affections you were offering him, but he found he quite liked it.

you let out a soft laugh, bringing your hand up to cover the back of his as he cupped your cheek tenderly.

he shut his eyes again, pressing his forehead against yours once more as he finished catching his breath.

"I am afraid we may need another bath," You sighed as he shifted off of you, propping yourself up on your elbows as you listened to him chuckle.

"I believe you would be right, darling," he replied as he sat up one his knees. "Come back into the water. . I promise to actually wash you this time. That is, so long as you can control yourself around me once again. ." he added playfully, making you smile, sitting up and kissing him lingeringly.

"We'll see. . Though I can't promise my hands won't get a little friendly." you gave him a playful, sly smile before slipping away from him to go back into the water, feeling a hand on your waist as he moved in after you.

It was nearing midnight before you two finally managed to properly bathe, but by then, it was a matter of you trying not to pass out from exhaustion.

And when that battle was lost, he laid with you near the spring, softly stroking the side of your cheek as you slept peacefully curled up warmly in his cool embrace.

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thechaoticdruid · 7 months ago

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[The Time I became God of the Fish People.]

Pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Winnie).

Plot: While lost in the Underdark Astarion and Winnie find themselves amongst a strange tribe of fish people. (Yes this is something that actually happens in the game.)

Note: This is part of my during in game campaign oneshot series. The oneshots aren't necessarily all posted in chronological order.

Content/Warnings: OC! TAV, Tav uses She/her pronouns, Suggestive content, mentions of sex, death, violence, slight Lae'zel x Shadowheart, Astarion is a dick to Scratch, Astarion being manipulative.

For the longest time sleep had been a chore for the druid. Her mind would run wild with horrifying memories of death and torture. A red eyed drow wizard staring down at her with a sadistic grin as he brought a glowing blade to her flesh. Branding her with several scars across her body which never truly healed. Normally she'd awaken several times a night in a panic, having to struggle to calm herself down before she could even attempt to return to her slumber.

But lately she'd slept peacefully. Her sleep was either dreamless or sprinkled with visions of the beautiful elf that laid beside her.

The messy haired woman opened her eyes with a quiet yawn as she glanced over at the pale skinned beauty, hugging a blanket over her plump body. He laid next to her, eyes closed allowing her to study his pretty, long eyelashes. The two of them had slept together in his tent after a previous night of carnal indulgence. There was a decent space between their two bodies. While the young woman would often rest her head on her lover's chest. The pale skinned elf was never too eager to cuddle. There was always this distance he'd put between them after sex. A reminder of what their relationship really was.

Still the druid admired him, the way his lovely white curls framed his perfect face, how soft and kissable his lips were. How his hands dwarfed hers in sizing, actually making her feel smaller than she actually was. She couldn't help but smile softly as she stared longingly at him.

“Enjoying the view are we, pet?~” Astarion's sleepy voice piped up, ruby red eyes slowly opening. Winnie rolled her eyes at his little nickname for her. He thought it fitting considering she turned into animals and practically followed him around like a little lost puppy at times.

“Always.” Winnie hummed with a blush. Astarion sat up and stretched, a smile on his face as he glanced down at his human bedfellow. His muscular physique graced the druid's eyes as he grabbed his white undershirt and pulled it on over his head.

“It would probably be best if we readied ourselves before the others come looking.” The vampiric elf mused, pulling on his underwear and pants. Winnie let out a slight whine and buried her face into a pillow.

“I don't wanna get up. I feel so sore….” She murmured, “my ass hurts.”

“Perhaps I did get a little over excited last night. It was hard not to with such a delicious feast laid out for me.~” Astarion purred in a suggestive tone.

“You scrambled my innards…” The druid groaned.

“You weren't complaining during the act.” The vampire smirked.

“I wasn't in pain then…” Winnie whined. Astarion leaned over her with a smug look on his face. As if proud of himself.

“Well, sleep in if you wish. But I doubt you'll enjoy explaining to Lae'zel why you're so sore when she comes to fetch you.” Astarion chuckled, playfully patting Winnie’s ass. The druid let out a frustrated groan before sitting up, holding the blankets tightly to cover her nude form. Winnie grabbed her undergarments before putting them on along with her shirt and pants. The human female then pulled on her druid armor before exiting the tent after Astarion. She let out a yawn, running a hand through disheveled brown hair as she stepped into the light. A bright blue glow was emitting from the strange flora growing out of the cliffs around them. The group had set up camp outside of the abandoned Arcane Tower after stumbling around and getting lost in the Underdark.

“Silence k’chakhi!” Lae'zel hissed, snatching the map from Shadowheart’s hands. “You're the reason we've been led astray!”

“As if you've been doing anything besides ranting about that damned creché of yours!” Shadowheart retorted.

“Hey! Settle down. I won't have you two going at each other's throats again!” Winnie shouted, stepping in between the two women.

“Chk, The half-elf is incompetent. She shouldn't be trusted to navigate for us!” Lae'zel said as she turned to Winnie.

“You shouldn't be trusted at all and yet you're still here.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

“Fighting surely won't help the issue.” Winnie rubbed her temples. “Look, we just need to find our way back to the Myconid colony and then we'll be able to figure out how to get to the Shadow cursed lands from there.”

“If we search for the creché there will be no need to risk falling to the curse.” Lae'zel pressed.

“We've taken a vote already. The others decided that Moonrise would be our priority.” The half-elf added, causing the gith to curse under her breath.

Winnie looked around the area.

“Wyll, you and Gale go together and check that way to see if there's a path that'll lead us back the way we came. I'll take Astarion and check the opposite direction.” Winnie exclaimed before turning to the other three women. “Ladies, you three will stay here and mind the camp. Karls, make sure these two don't kill each other, please.”

“You got it, soldier!” Karlach replied and stood between Lae'zel and Shadowheart. The two of them, still giving the other the side eye.

Winnie then proceeded to grab her pack and walk off with Astarion following.

Scratch, the loveable dog companion the party had picked up on their journey, quickly ran after Winnie, sticking close to her heels as his tail wagged. They wandered away from camp, eyes scanning for the path leading back to where they came from. The day before while the party was venturing through the Underdark they had ended up being chased off course by a bullette. Shadowheart had been the one holding onto the map, hence Lae'zel’s blame, but the bullette was the real reason they had gotten lost. Luckily the beast ended up running right into a patch of torchstalk and was driven back after being burned severely, but by then the group was way off course. Winnie looked around the large area where the torchstalk had been. Most of it had been destroyed by the bullette but there were still a few just out of reach. Winnie had to be careful not to get too close to any of the deadly flora. Scratch sniffed the ground picking up a rather intriguing scent as he wandered past Winnie and Astarion.

Winnie looked down at the ground, noticing odd footprints.

“Lae'zel and Shadowheart seem to be at it again. I wonder when they'll finally release the tension.” The vampire hummed aloud.

“What are you talking about?” Winnie looked back at him with a confused look.

“Oh you know ... .The two of them sneaking off into the forest for a late night tryst.” Astarion said in a slightly flirty tone.

“Are you suggesting that they like each other?” Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

“Not exactly, but they definitely want to fuck.” Astarion said bluntly, “probably quite roughly.”

“Could you please stop putting images in my head? I'd rather not think about my friends doing that…” Winnie said, turning bright red.

“Oh, you poor pitiful innocent thing. You'd be completely boring if it wasn't for that adorable blush you have.” Astarion teased, playfully poking Winnie’s cheek. The druid rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away before suddenly hearing Scratch let out a bark before scampering over towards a large hole and repeatedly barking at it.

“Hells below, if that dog keeps yapping I am going make him my afternoon snack.” The vampire hissed.

“No Astarion. He's found something.” Winnie said before wandering over towards the hole. The vampire let out an annoyed sigh before quickly following his companion. Winnie peaked down into the chasm, it was dark and appeared bottomless, but the druid's pink eyes could spot vines running down towards the bottom.

“Winnie, I'm not going to jump in after you if you fall to your death.” Astarion grumbled, yet grabbed hold of Winnie’s pack, yanking her back by it.

“I'm not going to fall. I just…..You smell that?” Winnie suddenly sniffed the air. A faint salty sour smell hit Winnie's senses. Fish.

“Ugh…It's disgusting.” Astarion grimaced. Scratch sniffed the air before suddenly jumping down into the hole.

“Scratch!” Winnie shouted as the dog disappeared down the tunnel.

“Stupid mutt! Now he's gone and got himself killed.” Astarion huffed.

Winnie bit her lip before suddenly hearing the faint echo of a woof.

“He's alive down there!” She said before yanking away from Astarion. “I'm coming, boy!”

“Winnie! What in the bloody hells are you doing?!” Astarion snapped at her. The human female simply ignored him and leapt down into the chasm. “Winnie!” The vampire gritted his teeth, eyes betraying a hint of concern. “You soft hearted fool! I'm not going in after you!” Astarion stood there with a frown looking down into the abyss. He turned to walk away, attempting to convince himself to leave the foolish woman to her fate.

Astarion got about five feet away before letting out a frustrated growl before quickly turning back and hopping onto the opposite side of the chasm, latching onto vines and beginning to climb downwards. Down below Winnie had landed on a ledge next to Scratch. She scanned around the tunnel but her lack of dark vision made it hard to see. Although there was the faintest sound of water coming from somewhere lower down.

“Sol Invictus!” Winnie created a blue flame from her palm, illuminating the tunnel around her. Below her she could see some large mushrooms growing down the side of the chasm. Scratch let out a bark before hopping down onto one after the other. Winnie quickly followed, using each mushroom as a stepping stone until eventually she could see light at the bottom of the tunnel.

Winnie and Scratch carefully climbed down and looked around the area. The druid put out her flame as her pink eyes scanned her surroundings. There was a waterfall to her left, pouring down from the cavern ceiling it seemed. More large mushrooms were up ahead, these ones were massive and grew up the side of a cliff. Winnie squinted her eyes, spotting a body of water in the distance and something that looked like a village maybe? Winnie didn't have too much time to think before suddenly she heard a shout and suddenly something fell on her. The human female suddenly found herself buried under something firm but slightly squishy.

“Oh gods…I thought that was the end of me…” A familiar posh voice hit Winnie’s ears.

“Arghhh….Get your ass out of my face!” Winnie snapped and pushed the elf off of her, face flushed bright red. Winnie rubbed her head a bit dizzy from nearly being flattened.

“Ah…Apologies, darling. It seems you broke my fall.” The vampire chuckled.

“You nearly crushed my skull.” The druid growled.

“Well that could've been avoided had you not acted like an idiot and decided to hop right into a chasm!” Astarion crossed his arms as Winnie got to her feet.

“I thought you weren't going to follow me?”

“I wasn't! But…then I figured Karlach would likely make me go looking for you if I went back to camp empty handed.” Astarion coughed a bit at the end as his eyes looked off to the side.

“How chivalrous.” Winnie rolled her eyes before glancing back over in the direction of the ‘village’ she had spotted. Strange sounds appeared to be coming from over there. “I think someone is living down here…” She said as she slowly began to creep closer in the direction of the noise.

“Oh well, maybe there's a friendly brothel nearby.” Astarion said sarcastically. Winnie climbed onto one of the large mushrooms, Scratch quickly following, staying low to the ground. Eventually Astarion joined the two as his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of fish people standing in front of some type of wooden altar of some kind.

“Well that explains the smell.” He hummed.

“I think I've read about these guys before.” Winnie said quietly. “They're called Kuo-Toa, fish folk that live in the Underdark.” The druid explained. “They're apparently former mind flayer slaves with the power to create their own gods or something like that…”

“Ugh, why can't we ever run into anyone normal?” Astarion complained. Winnie kept her eyes on the fish folk below. They appeared to be sacrificing one of their own. Winnie leaned closer before suddenly slipping off the edge of the shroom and tumbling down off onto the ground before with a grunt. Astarion let out a sigh, red eyes rolling in annoyance as he leapt down after her.

“You! You have interrupted our sacred ceremony!” One of the fish folk, some kind of priest by the look of it, approached Winnie.

“Oops…Sorry about that.” Winnie chuckled nervously.

“You will become the next sacrifice to our great god of murder! Bhooaal!”

“Ah….No…I don't think so….” Winnie stood up and slowly began back up. Astarion and Scratch came to Winnie’s side quickly. Her eyes flickered over towards the altar where a dead Kuo-Toa lay.

“Do not let the sacrifice escape! Bring me their head!” A deep monstrous voice called out.

Out of the shadows hopped a creature covered in red. Winnie raised an eyebrow and breathed in. The scent of the creature seemed familiar, definitely no god. Its stench was thick with the scent of death and the earthy smell of a bog. Winnie looked at the ‘god’ with a curious expression as she studied the monster, taking in his features.

“That's not a god. It's just a redcap!” Winnie exclaimed with a glare, hand stretched out as she pointed at him.

“What? How dare you, I'm a god!” The pretender shouted before suddenly the red glow covering his body faded away.

“Great Bhooaal? What is this?” The fish priest gasped in confusion.

“Oh dear, looks like the great Bhooaal isn't so great after all.” Astarion chuckled.

“You little wretch! You'll pay for this!” The redcap charged towards Winnie. Astarion quickly moved in front of her and swiped at the little fey creature with his rapier. The redcap backed up, leaping out of the way just in the nick of time.

Scratch growled and bounded forward grabbing hold of the redcap’s leg with his teeth.

“Flageo!” Winnie summoned a thorned vine whip and lassoed the redcap over towards her making him fall on his face with a grunt. Winnie then shot an ice knife at the redcap, hitting him right in the jugular. Winnie sighed in relief.

“Honestly I'd love to go one day without people trying to kill me.” She rubbed her temples before suddenly her ears were filled with clapping.

“You have slain the pretender. We knew in our hearts the god Bhooaal was false. But you, we see you. We know you by your true name, Mahkloopah!” The fish priest exclaimed.

“Praise Mahkloopah! Mahkloopah!” The fish folk chanted, kneeling down in front of Winnie.

“If they offer sacrifices, might I suggest virgins? Young and hot blooded.” Astarion piped up.

“I'm not taking any sacrifices!” Winnie turned back towards the vampire who pouted in response.

“Mahkloopah! Please allow us to serve you! We will build you a grand palace where you may rule over your subjects!”

“I uh….I don't think….” Winnie began to speak before Astarion covered suddenly her mouth.

“Now, now darling let's not be rude. Your new friends only wish to please you, why not accept their hospitality?” The elf purred, slowly removing his hand from her mouth as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Winnie felt a shiver go down her spine as his blood red orbs met hers. Her cheeks flushed pink and she cleared her throat.

“Okay…fine.” The druid replied, looking away shyly.

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“Great Mahkloopah! We have built you a throne to sit upon!” One of the Kuo-Toa called and led Winnie up a hill. She glanced over to see a large wooden chair with cushions on the seat and strange markings carved into it. Winnie sat down on it and looked over the hill, seeing the fish folk beginning to build a structure. It felt strange to have these people worshiping her like a god. She wasn't very sure how to feel about it. Astarion approached her, strutting over to her before planting himself on her lap.

“Uh…What are you doing?” Winnie blushed a bit.

“Taking my place at your side, my dear. We are a team after all.” Astarion chuckled, “and besides you clearly could use a little help governing your new followers.”

“I'm honestly a bit weirded out by the attention.” Winnie replied, looking off to the side.

“Great Mahkloopah! We have brought blood sacrifices for your murderous bride!” Two of the fish folk exclaimed dragging along what looked like water jugs full of blood.

“Murderous bride?” Winnie blinked in confusion as Astarion quickly got to his feet and took hold of one of the jugs.

“Mmm….I could get used to this.” The vampiric elf licked his lips.

“Where did you get the blood?” Winnie asked.

“It is the blood of the least worthy to be in your presence, oh great one.” The fish person replied.

“Right….” The druid gulped nervously.

“We have also brought gifts for you, great Mahkloopah.” The fish folk then proceeded to set out a wooden tray with a decadent assortment of meat and cheese. Astarion had poured blood into a glass chalice Winnie’s subjects had brought. The elf sat back down on Winnie's lap. Winnie’s eyes widening at the sight of the cheese, mouth watering.

“See darling, why not indulge yourself a bit?” Astarion stroked her chin.

“I suppose we could hang out for a bit.” Winnie smiled slightly before taking the tray and dining out on some cheese.

“You know what? Since I'm your god and all. Build me a hot spring! And uhh.. some sweet wine would be nice!” Winnie ordered.

“Yes, great one! We shall begin right away!” Winnie and Astarion began to indulge in the perks of being worshiped. The Kuo-Toa dug out a deep pond and filled it with hot water, creating a makeshift spring and as the time went by Winnie’s companions began to worry, growing concerned as they waited back at camp.

Karlach had begun to pace a bit as Wyll and Gale returned from their search.

“We found a path leading down to an old village. We should be able to find our way back to the Myconid colony from there.” Wyll exclaimed.

“Winnie and Astarion aren't back yet.” Karlach huffed. “Something doesn't feel right…” The tall tiefling crossed her arms.

“They're probably on their way back now.” Shadowheart piped up.

“I don't know…I have a bad feeling in my gut.” Karlach’s tail swatted back and forth.

“Winnie and Astarion probably just got distracted canoodling or something like that.” Gale tried to calm her down.

“I'm going to look for them.” Karlach said before walking off, taking her battle-axe with her.

“I'm coming as well. Those two have spent enough time fornicating.” Lae'zel hissed. Shadowheart shook her head before getting up to follow them.

Back in the cove the fish folk had taken care of all of Winnie and Astarion’s wishes. The two were blissfully enjoying being pampered after weeks searching for a cure and fighting various foes. But of course all good things must come to an end. Scratch sniffed about as Winnie and her elven companion were enjoying the makeshift hot spring the fish folk had prepared for them.

The ivory furred canine detected the smell of smoke and scampered about to investigate, his nose soon leading him towards an area with several fire pits where the fish folk had seemed to be carving some kind of wooden statue that resembled Winnie. It was much taller than she was however and the Kuo-Toa were tossing more wood on the ground around it. Scratch tilted his head, brown eyes spotting one of the fish folk with ropes as the smart canine began to put the pieces together and growled before turning tail and running back to find his mistress. Winnie was drying off, sitting in her boxers and tank as she noticed the dog towards her, barking.

“Oh what does that dog want now?” Astarion huffed as he pulled his shirt back on over his head, white curls still dripping wet.

“Scratch? Is everything okay, boy?” Winnie looked at him with concern. Before anything else happened however, Scratch turned around and growled as the Kuo-Toa approached.

“Great Mahkloopah, we have prepared a ceremonial ritual to honor you and free you from these mortal chains.” The Kuo-Toa priest exclaimed.

“Uh…What?” Winnie blinked in confusion before two of the fish folk grabbed hold of her arms.

“Come great Mahkloopah, the ceremony must begin!” They led her off. Scratch growled and barked, chasing after them. Astarion rose an eyebrow as the fish people dragged Winnie off.

“I don't believe they're planning on braiding her hair. Probably best if I tagged along.” Astarion grabbed his rapier and bow before following after them.

Winnie was brought towards a gigantic wooden statue of herself.

“Hey whoa! What in the hells do you guys think you're doing?” Winnie yanked away from her followers as soon as she noticed the wood piled up around the statue.

“We must free you from your mortal flesh oh great one!” The fish priest exclaimed, “the fire will release your divine body from its mortal confines and then your reign will truly begin.”

“Fuck no, I'm not going to let you burn me alive!” Winnie growled and quickly got into a defensive stance.

“But great Mahkloopah! It is the only way your godly soul will be free!” The priest pressed, stepping towards Winnie with a determined look.

Suddenly an arrow hit the priest through the shoulder.

“I prefer my little blood bag raw, thank you.” Astarion was suddenly at Winnie’s side with his bow drawn. Scratch appeared along with him, teeth bared and snarling. The Kuo-Toa surrounded them, some of them grabbed nets as they prepared to attack.

“Do not let them escape! Our God must be freed!” The priest said clutching his arm. Winnie gritted her teeth, preparing to wildshape when suddenly something errupted from the ground. A massive bullette broke through the dirt with a roar, turning and beginning to attack the fish folk who quickly began grab their weapons and fight off the gigantic beast.

“I think that's our cue to escape.” Winnie said before grabbing hold of Scratch and Astarion and making a run for it. The trio quickly returned to the area where they'd come in and began climbing back up the vines, leaving the cove and Kuo-Toa behind. Once they reached the top however they noticed Karlach, Lae'zel and Shadowheart waiting for them.

“There you are! Where’ve you two been!?” Karlach asked. Winnie panted, pushing Scratch up to the top of the cliff.

“F-Fish…” Was all she seemed to be able to get out.

“Fish?” Lae'zel and Shadowheart looked at each other confused.

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Phew, got this out just before vacation. I kinda got very stumped by the end because this little encounter really doesn't have anything that happens after becoming Mahkloopah so I was like fuck it, low-key Pirates of The Caribbean reference. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

~Druid

Taglist: @vixstarria , @paganwitchisis , @kerwin290710 , @anukulee , @gobbodoggo

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optiwashere · 8 months ago

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Hello, I love your work!! 🥹

If you’re still taking prompts: E3 for Shadowheart/Isobel. May or may not be romantically inclined (but if throuples are your thing please sprinkle some Aylin in there too)

Heya, that's so sweet of you to say! I took a bit of a break from writing these ficlets, but there's only two left in my inbox so I figured why not finish these out (I'm not taking any more at the moment!)

Thanks for asking for this one 💜

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E3. A clash over differences in deities

The discovery of a shrine underneath the Last Light Inn wasn't quite a surprise to Isobel, she knew there was something about the place that had an almost tranquil enchantment threaded into it. When she was within the inn, she could weave her magic with a more precise touch than even she expected.

Learning of the shrine wasn't a surprise. No, the surprise was who she found there the evening after the fall of Moonrise.

The unexpected attendant did not sit in prayer. She didn't kneel, she didn't look in wonder at the meager offerings to the Lady of Silver. Shadowheart stood in front of the forgotten holy site, and she stared as if she were inspecting dirt underneath her fingernails.

There was another look in Shadowheart's eyes that Isobel couldn't quite place. She didn't know Shadowheart, but the spiteful invective she spewed towards Isobel and Selûne were lost in that hollow stare.

Isobel's footing slid as she tried to approach, sending a tumble of rocks out in a loud clatter that alerted Shadowheart to her presence.

"I knew that Selûnites were unsubtle," Shadowheart said just loud enough for Isobel to hear, "but I didn't expect them to be so noisy."

Not quite eager to approach yet, unsure where Shadowheart's mind lay after a single night had done so much to uproot what she thought she knew, Isobel remained on the edge of the wooden platform. "As subtle as a Sharran praying at a Selûnite shrine?"

"I am not praying."

"If you insist. Though, I must ask — why are you here of all places?"

"My... the Dark Lady demands silent reflection when faced with moments of uncertainty." Shadowheart sighed, never once taking her eyes from the mostly worn-away visage of Selûne. "I was always told the Moonwitch didn't care for disobedience, and that she let every disciple seek out their own penance when faith is uncertain."

"I doubt you Sharrans worded it so politely," said Isobel.

Shadowheart turned away at last to glare at her. The mask was flimsily constructed, and Isobel saw the frightened girl underneath immediately.

"Is it true?" asked Shadowheart, ignoring Isobel's remark.

"Is what true?"

"That Selûnites are given that freedom? They aren't punished, tortured for a lapse in faith?"

Isobel nodded. "The Lady of Silver only cares that we search for the path, not necessarily how we find it. There's a reason you've not lost your magic. It's fitting."

"It's a fitting way to find a knife in your back wielded by a Sharran that claims her goddess has betrayed her, isn't it?"

Isobel waited a moment. She let what Shadowheart said hang in the air, though not to consider it. They were empty, pointless words. The dying gasps of whatever rotten darkness Shadowheart believed to be her former Lady's trust, love, and affections. Someday, she might even realize just how little of her sharp tongue was in those words. Isobel wasn't certain it would be soon.

As they stood in silence, Shadowheart turned back to Selûne's statue.

A Sharran doesn't stare enraptured, curious, expectant like this, Isobel realized.

"I think I'd like to be left alone now. To be with my thoughts," Shadowheart said simply in a resolute, quite voice.

And so, Isobel left her to face a struggle that she needn't face alone. Isobel knew that to dig in her heels then would only draw out a bitter response from Shadowheart.

Later that night in sweat-coated sheets on a too-small bed, after Isobel and Aylin both needed a moment's respite, Isobel turned to her angel she thought she'd lost. They breathed and sighed and drank in one another and became lost in the sight of the other's contented face.

And still, Isobel could not help but think of the lost look in Shadowheart's eyes. She wanted to be lost in Aylin's, but the thought of that poor woman sitting alone in the dark kept nagging at her. A sharp ankle-biter for the Dark Lady turned to wonder and worry without another soul to help her.

"You are thinking of the once-Sharran?" Aylin whispered, propping herself up on her elbow.

"I—"

"It is all right, I sense her sorrows. She is lost. She requires a light in the darkness, and I dare say she refuses to allow Selûne into her heart just yet." Aylin stood and began dressing herself. "It is our duty to guide her."

And when Isobel saw the determined look etched across Aylin's face, she knew that there would be no denying her. Once set on a path of action, none could stand in the way of Dame Aylin and her quarry.

#bg3 fanfiction #shadowheart #isobel thorm #dame aylin #read this as romantic or platonic or whatever you wish because I'm honestly here for any of it lol #but it does have #aylin x isobel #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics

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spumoniidraws · 11 months ago

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The companions and Tav prepare and enjoy Hot Chocolate

I'm feeling a little inspired by the season to try to enjoy the little things. Including coco. And since the BG3 brainrot won't go away, lemme speculate for fun.

Astarion: Astarion would politely ask Tav to make the coco. Dark chocolate, something fruity. Double cream but not too much so it's still thick and rich. Very little sugar. Then he'd spike it with brandy when Tav wasn't looking and raise a toast to the two of them. He doesn't ask for himself tho. He asks because he thinks Tav would like it. Gale: Gale would absolutely pour his heart into preparing a French style hot coco topped with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and a toasted marshmallow a la Ned Flanders style. Then he would invite Tav to curl up on their sofa near the fire and chat about holidays, with or without anecdotes and trivia about various traditions around Toril Karlach: Coco powder mix and mini marshmallows. Plain, simple, beloved. Karlach would lean into the childhood memories, and reminiscing about beloved holiday traditions. Maybe while eating the "leftover" mini marshmallows by the handful. Wyll: Red Velvet Hot Chocolate. Swirled in a glass mug with whipped cream stripes and a candy cane stir stick. Showy for sure, but the flavor is delightful and playful. He and Tav would sit and discuss intrigue and make playful looks at one another with whipped cream mustaches.

Lae'zel: She doesn't really understand and ends up making Xocolatl (the chocolate drink from the Aztecs made with raw cacao, water and maybe chili pepper). She finds it invigorating, despite its bitter flavor. When Tav makes it for her, she scoffs at first, but the sweet beverage is certainly an experience for her. Shadowheart: Having never had it before, she finds it pretty frilly and indulgent. Tav makes a simple coco mix for her anyway and she is delighted by it and tops it with everything. Whipped cream, marshmallows, sprinkles, graham crackers. Its a messy, colorful, atrocity. She may or may not play with the whipped cream can to tease Tav.

These are just my speculations. And I'm sure everyone has different ideas of hot chocolate vs coco mix...whatever. Just for fun. How do you think they would enjoy their hot chocolate?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #baldurs gate companions #karlach #astarion #gale #shadowheart #lae'zel #baldurs gate 3 headcanons #baldurs gate 3

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fingons-rad-harp · 1 month ago

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sleep deprivation + atropos

baldur’s gate 3, whumptober ’24

Atropos could barely stay upright as they stumbled down the road towards Baldur’s Gate. For days now she’d been avoiding sleep, and even when she did her mind was ravaged by nightmares and she found no rest.

She was terrified that she would lose control of herself again. That she would wake up to find that she had slaughtered her friends in mad possession.

“You can’t keep going like this,” Astarion told her quietly as they set up camp for the night. “You have to rest.”

“I can’t,” she said. She’d sorted and resorted their alchemy supplies a million times, but she started it once again. “I don’t—I know what I’ll see if I sleep. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know,” he said. He put his hands on her shoulders and made her face him. “Believe me, I know. But you’re exhausted, and you’re going to run yourself straight into the ground if you don’t sleep.”

Atropos leaned against him. She missed sleeping beside him and waking up with their limbs tangled together. She missed him seeking her warmth while he tranced and nuzzling into her neck.

She thought of the night she’d spent tied up, trapped in her own mind as her body sought to kill him.

She shook her head. “I won’t put you in danger like that again,” she said.

The next day they ran into a group of cultist scouts. Atropos was slow, far too slow, and ended up with a dagger in her shoulder for it.

Shadowheart healed the wound even as she scowled and snapped, “If you were properly rested, you could have dodged that blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back.”

“We’ll need you at your best once we reach the city,” Astarion said. His voice was low in her ear. “Just lay down with me. You don’t even have to sleep, just rest.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

“I know,” he said. “I’ll keep us both safe, I promise. No blades within reach, and if you so much as twitch I’ll know it.” He kissed her jaw, then her cheek. “Please, darling.”

Any fight that was left in her drained away. She just wanted one night of peace, and even as she knew it wouldn’t come she hoped for it so desperately.

She trusted Astarion far more than she trusted herself. She had to trust him to keep himself safe. Even from her.

She finally relented. With a nod, he brought her to her tent and cradled her in his arms. Her bones felt like lead.

She just clung to him, hoping that if she kept her nose in his chest, the mixture of his perfume and death would be comforting enough to keep her from the visions that dug their claws in every time she closed her eyes.

She was so exhausted she didn’t even notice the rose petals Astarion sprinkled over her, and by the time he finished his incantation she was already asleep.

*rose petals can be used as the material component for the sleep spell

#whumptober2024 #no.8 #sleep deprivation #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #the dark urge #durgestarion #astarion #astarion x the dark urge #dark urge: atropos #calimë writes

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guthooked · 2 months ago

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hi! i'm looking for some discord 1x1s in a few different fandoms. smut and some darker themes with a little fluff sprinkled on top.

the last of us (video games): i'm dying for an ellie x abby modern au where abby is a new hire on joel's construction crew and ellie is eighteen and a senior in high school. being a few years younger and being the boss's daughter makes her very much off limits. so of course abby has to have her. lots of sneaking around, corruption, first time kink exploration, drug/alcohol use, jealousy, possessiveness, fun (and toxic) cat/mouse dynamics. ready and willing to write either of them.

baldur's gate 3: shadowheart x sharran paladin ... lots of religious guilt, manipulation, hate sex, heavy kink, and tons of angst. would love to write the paladin but would be happy writing shadowheart, too! f/m, f/f, or f/nb.

arcane: i just want to write transmasc vi. that's it.

if you're interested, like this post and i'll message you! or message me first. either works!

#discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #tlou rp #the last of us rp #arcane rp #arcane roleplay #discord rp #discord roleplay #smut 1x1 #baldur's gate rp

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swimmingtrunks · 10 months ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 progress report:

I'm in Act 3 with Durge. Lost my grasp on her character a bit in Act 2, and then accidentally locked her out of all origin character romances. So now I'm trying to find fun in having this playthrough go a little off the rails and exploring choices I probably won't be inclined to make on a more "canon" run. Still not really interested in a full on "evil" run, but definitely making some questionable choices here. A heel turn, if only a weak one.

The romance mess:

She was indulging in benefits with Astarion but after that pivotal conversation decided to be there for him as a friend instead.

I feel like Lae'zel woulda been a good route for this run but she didn't want sloppy seconds after the tiefling party I guess? (Also didn't let her ask until after the creche so that's maybe more the problem.)

By the time Wyll took her up on the dance she had other things cooking, and to be honest he didn't really click for me as a character until Act 3. That pout tho :(((

Pretty sure I want to do a Gale romance with my Tav so I swore him off for now. Gale romance as a treat. Look I KNOW I have a TYPE I have a THIRST for NERD CHARACTERS who spackle EGO and BAD HUMOR over their INSECURITIES like NO ONE WILL NOTICE I NOTICE

Wasn't ready to commit to a Karlach romance after the second engine upgrade and didn't wanna hurt her so skipped that lil' exclamation point and the whole thing fizzled.

I thought Shadowheart was still a possibility but nope! Not sure why!

I'm not sure if I haven't invested enough time in Minthara or if I missed the hop-on point there too. Or if glitched because I did the workaround to recruit her

Luckily Daddy Druid is around and horny, so Durge has an outlet for her less dark urges. Because why not.

The heel turn:

After abstaining from tadpoles for the first two acts, Durge flipped and took the astral tadpole, then started snackin' on the ones she tucked away earlier. She's not pushing them on anyone else who objects, but Minthara was jazzed and Gale was curious so who was she to deprive them of cool powers and a gross complexion.

Oddly enough, I had given her heterochromia at some point to turn the eye with the scarring around it white, and it did NOT get the astral worm treatment. She's got quite the look going on now.

The small grip I have on Durge's motivations is that after the paternity reveal she's feeling like bucking authority and throwing some vindictive middle fingers. Not sure where that will lead with the Emperor/ main quest but I do have a feeling Durge will be indulging the misguided goals of her [power] hungry guys.

Other thoughts:

Astarion is an EXTREMELY good character and all around well written and acted. I do wonder if there would be more affection for other characters if their animations were anywhere near as lively as his. He SHOULD be more dramatic than the rest, but idk. I feel like the others have a few good moments sprinkled in (SH fingerguns, Lae'zel describing turning into a mindflayer, Gale's needle miming, etc) but mostly end up... just standing there. Even Karlach, who's idle animations are the least idle things ever.

When I found some in-world text referencing a miniature giant space hamster, I thought it was a Mass Effect reference, not the other way around. I am on the precipice of meeting Minsc and Boo and I am excited.

Pretty sure I'm having a similar banter bug to DAI. Act 1 had tons of banter, but even then I'd have issues where I couldn't actually hear one of the characters, only read what they were saying. In Act 2 there was like NOTHING, and Act 3 has been sparse with the same issue as Act 1. Made Act 2 feel kinda stagnant to me, really hoping it doesn't happen in my next playthrough.

#st plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #spoilers under cut

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sorcerous-caress · 10 months ago

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Ruthlessness/Survive Definitely, their both on my writing/drawing playlist. I desperately want a full version of The Challenge. I came across the Troy saga on accident.

Bg3 ideas? Hmm, Wyll and Lae'zel definitely have the musical on a gym playlist. No one can tell those two aren't theater kids, with how they speak and carry themselves.

Mine is "remember them" and "thunder bringer"

And man me too, i like how they didn't cut corners or tone it down just to appeal to people who don't like musicals. I like how passionate and at times corny it gets, i eat it up.

And yes but I meant like concept wise!

For example, when Odysseus has to kill an infant, the prince of troy, just because a god told him to, would the bg3 companions do it if placed in the same position?

Wyll and Karlach wouldn't, no matter who. Even if the god offered to free Wyll from his contract or replace Karlach's heart. I don't think they'd ever kill an infant.

Astarion, for his freedom? Yes he would. Gale for his ambition? Yes but only after doing a lot of mental gymnastics and you sprinkle it manipulation from Mystra.

Lae'zel would but I bet you it will eat her up at night, that she will throw up a bit in her mouth whenever she picks up her sword handle. That it will haunt her how much she trained all her life to defeat the best of foes but that helpless infant was the person she took the life of, even for Vlaakith. She will do it but she will hate herself.

Shadowheart would try, she really will try and give it her all but the second the infant cries she is on her knees horrfied at her own actions. She'd be the voice asking Shar if she can take the kid instead and raise him as her own or send him away or hide him or anything but this.

Minthara would do it AND HEAR ME OUT, Halsin would do it.

Nature is brutal and people forget that a lot, Halsin would never do it happily or willingly. But he killed those Goblin kids with cold blood, if the infant looked like a monster he wouldn't hesitate for the safety of everyone else.

I feel like Halsin and Minthara have a lot more in common than people realise. The case of yin and yang having a bit of each other inside each other.

Dame Aylin wouldn't do it, I think even if it meant losing Isobel. Unless it was Selune who told her to, because the second that infant crosses the line between good and evil in her eyes, he is doomed.

Isobel however, would not do it. Even if it meant killing Dame Alyin or leaving her imprisoned. She would disobey Selune. That's the human nature in her.

I feel like elves in general are less empathetic than humans to people who aren't from their own kind. Githyanki are more principled than humans and put their emotions aside to get a job done.

You need a full human to properly sin and disobey a god.

#♡character study #♡Karlach #♡Halsin #♡Minthara #♡Dame Aylin #♡Isobel #♡Shart #♡Laezel #♡several characters #my phone is at 4%#♡Gale #♡Wyll #3%#♡Astarion #still 3%#if it turned to 2% I'd be considered bc what kind of a chewed out battery is that #concerned*#♡githzerai anon

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dndfantasygirl · 5 months ago

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Amongst the Stars (Chapter 1: The Genasi Sisters)

Rating: Mature Word count: 2.6k Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav (named)/OC Warnings: violence, strong language, innuendo, brief mention of past child abuse, little sister, slow burn

Summary: Skye, a headstrong druid, embarks on a perilous journey with her younger sister to find a cure for a mysterious tadpole affliction, joining forces with a motley crew of misfits. However, as they navigate their journey, unexpected emotions surface, challenging their bonds and altering the course of their adventure.

*Link to AO3 Post

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Beautiful. Gorgeous. All words others would use to describe him could be used to describe her, too. Long, cerulean curls trailing down her back. A flawless heart shaped face the color of the sky on a sunny summer's day. Freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her petite button nose and the top of her cheek bones. It was very obvious she was an air genasi. If it wasn't her complexion that gave it away, it was the way she spoke. There was a sort of breathiness to her voice like it carried a slight breeze. It was soft and beautiful, yet when she got angry, it came out like a destructive whirlwind.

Astarion won't ever forget the first time they met. He had tried to manipulate her. Wrestled with her in the sand on a cliff near the Chionthar and held a knife to her throat with a smirk.

Her younger sister traveled with her. Almost a complete carbon copy of her with the exception of a long tail ending in a crescent-shaped tip and black twisted horns that jetted out of her head beneath her pigtails. She struggled against Shadowheart's grasp as she desperately attempted to come to her sister's aid.

However, glancing over at the other two caused him to lose his guard for a moment. The air genasi gained the upper hand and switched their positions, baring her teeth at him.

The details of this memory that remained engraved in his mind were her large doe eyes, golden and blazing like the shimmering sun and the plump strawberry lips that rested just below her nose twisted in a scowl. She was a protector. He needed a protector.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I knew I should've better than to help a lowly noble like you," she growled, pressing the dagger further against the vampire spawn's neck. "You're all the same."

"You know nothing about me," Astarion spat back, holding her intense gaze.

"And neither do you about me." The air genasi gave him one last deadly glare before slightly loosening the pressure of the blade against his neck. "I'm going to remove this dagger from your throat. If you so much as think about retaliating, you will cease to exist. Do you understand?"

The vampire spawn held her gaze for a few more moments before finally nodding. He rose to his feet as soon as the blade was casted aside. The two adventurers continued to stare each other down as they caught their breaths.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in both of their minds. It freaked them out once they realized they had accidentally caused a link to peer into each other's minds, seeing short, indecipherable glimpses of each other's memories.

Astarion witnessed flashes of images. Two older air genasi, faces scrunched up in rage, gestured angrily at the door of a hut. The air genasi's younger sister getting sliced in the face with the full force of a whip. Then, the younger sister again, unconscious, yet resting on the back of a large animal with soft sapphire fur.

When the images stopped, the vampire spawn opened his crimson orbs as he and the air genasi continued to pant from the short, yet exhausting experience.

"You're really not like them," he muttered, crimson eyes widening slightly in realization.

The genasi scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course, I'm not. Instead of attacking someone right away, maybe you should be a little more perceptive."

Astarion briefly narrowed his eyes at her comment before taking a breath. "Well, I'm guessing that's all behind us now, hmm?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that-"

"And here I was about ready to decorate the ground with your innards," the vampire spawn interrupted her with a wave of his hand and a sardonic smile. "Apologies."

The genasi raised an eyebrow, unamused at his sad excuse of an apology. She rolled her eyes once again and uncrossed her arms, moving them to her hips.

"Where are my manners?" Astarion continued in a voice so charming, it sounded almost fake. "My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me."

"Well since we're apparently on good terms now after you blatantly tried to slit my throat..."

Astarion shrugged his shoulders with a bit of an amused smile.

"I'm Skye. That's my little sister, Misty and that's Shadowheart." As she pointed to each of them, Misty shot him a mischievous smirk while Shadowheart continued to glare at him.

"Wonderful!" the vampire spawn exclaimed with a clasp of his hands. "Now, what do you know of these tadpoles in our heads?"

Skye let out a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I would assume just as much as you do, which is practically nothing."

"I figured as much."

Upon realizing Astarion wasn't as much a threat as an annoyance, Shadowheart finally let go of Misty's arm. The young girl ran over to her sister, who eyed her with a warning.

Misty ignored it, the mischievous grin on her face only growing. "You know, Skye, I think we need all the help we can get. I quite like him."

Skye shot a blazing glare at her mini-me. Meanwhile, Astarion grew rather amused by the interaction.

The older air genasi pulled her sister aside by the arm and scolded her out of earshot. "Did you forget that just minutes ago he held a blade to my throat?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Misty donned a look of indifference. "He said he was sorry."

Skye let out an exasperated groan as she ran her fingers through her hair. "This is where you're so difficult, Mist. We need to be careful. We need to watch our backs."

"We need a group of people to fight alongside us," Misty countered, glancing back over at Astarion, who was obviously trying to read their lips. "Shadowheart's already on our side, I don't think one more would hurt. Plus, if either of them turn against us, we'll just kill them. Easy, peasy."

Two firm hands wrapped around the younger genasi's wrists in frustration. Skye knelt to Misty's level, loosening the grip around her as she took a deep breath. "My job is to protect you. That's what I'm trying to do."

"You want to protect me, Skye? We need a team. They need a cure...I mean so do we, but that's beside the point-"

"Misty," Skye warned sternly.

"If you've taught me anything, sis...it's that anyone is stronger with a team. Maybe you should take a hint of your own advice."

Skye continued the staring contest for a moment before finally giving in with another loud groan. She whipped her head to the rogue. "Astarion, would you like to join us?" she deadpanned.

The vampire spawn's ears twitched at the question as another sardonic smirk crept onto his face. "You know, I was going to go at this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea." Astarion's hands found his hips as he gave her a halfhearted bow. "Alright, I accept. Lead on."

Skye began walking again as he followed. Mischievous as ever, Misty trailed back with Shadowheart. "They're gonna get married one day. I just know it," she quipped before scurrying further ahead, unaware of the confused, yet somewhat amused look on the cleric's face.

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For a child, the little wisp wasn't bad company. She was witty, sarcastic, and clever beyond her years. Astarion was never a fan of children. He found them to be quite pestering. Yet, this one was different.

By dusk, they managed to corral a whole group of misfits. A wizard who got himself stuck in his own portal and a fighter who apparently hated their cleric's guts already. According to Skye, they'd met the gith on the ship before it crashed, where the odd rivalry began.

After they set up camp, the little wisp decided to cause some mischief. Gale was drinking a bottle of Stagswift Tonic outside of his tent when Skye summoned him. Out of the corner of his eye, Astarion watched as the younger air genasi stealthily grabbed the opened bottle and dumped out the contents, replacing it with the dirty dishwater from their last meal.

The corners of the vampire spawn's mouth twitched in amusement as the little wisp scurried away, hiding behind a tree to witness the result of her harmless prank. Astarion pretended to be invested in the tome he was reading as the wizard returned to his tent and picked up the bottle.

As soon as the liquid hit his mouth, Gale's face turned a sickly shade of green. He spat it out in front of him, unaware of the stifled chuckles coming from beside the tree. Once the wizard regained his composure, he cleared his throat. "Very funny," he remarked dryly, scoping around for the possible culprit.

When he finally turned his back to the tree, the little wisp sprinted towards her tent and flew inside. Crimson eyes roamed the camp once again to find the older air genasi sneaking off into the clearing behind their camp. Intrigued, Astarion closed his tome and followed.

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Skye moved silently through the dense forest, her breath mingling with the evening mist. The trees stood tall and proud, their branches weaving a canopy that obscured the sky, but she knew where she was going. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds that accompanied her. Her air genasi heritage granted her an ethereal grace, making her one with the wind as she moved. She followed the faintest hints of light, the barely perceptible whispers of the breeze guiding her steps.

Finally, she emerged into a clearing. The sky opened up above her, a vast expanse of deep blue velvet studded with countless stars. The moon hung low, casting a silver glow over the meadow, illuminating the soft grass and wildflowers that danced gently in the night air. Skye smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight as she made her way to the center of the clearing. She lay down on the grass, her cerulean curls fanning out around her, and gazed up at the sky. Peace at last.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Skye rolled her eyes at the sound of his irritatingly charming voice. She refused to look at him, keeping her gaze fixed on the stars.

"The stars, I mean. They're not nearly this bright in Baldur's Gate."

The air genasi sighed. "Can't say I've ever been there."

Astarion clicked his tongue, nodding his head. "Ah, right. The life of a druid." He approached Skye cautiously, gesturing beside her with a graceful flourish of his hand. "May, I?"

Golden eyes flickered to crimson for the briefest moment before landing back on the illuminating sight above. "Knock your socks off," she replied dryly.

The vampire spawn lowered himself next to her, crossing his legs in a pretzel. "You know, darling, we both got off on the wrong foot."

"I wonder why." Skye glared at him, the sun in her eyes blazing deep into his own. She studied him, noticing how he attempted to conceal the slight discomfort of his body language.

A soft chuckle escaped from his lips, causing a weird feeling to grow in the pit of the air genasi's stomach. "I suppose you prove a point."

It was at that point she noticed it. The crimson eyes. The pale complexion. At first glance, she thought he was an elf hybrid. Yet, those teeth. Those pointed teeth. As she continued to study him, she watched the little color he had disappear from his face. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

Astarion blinked at her. "I'm sorry, what are-"

The air genasi's brow rose in slight amusement as he tried to deflect. "You aren't exactly doing a great job at hiding it."

"I'm not a monster. I feed on animals - boars, deer, kobolds-"

"Kobolds might be a bit of a stretch," Skye quipped with a hint of a smirk as the vampire spawn shrugged. She took a deep breath. "Listen, Misty and I...we didn't come from a great place and honestly, we've been through a lot. She's the only person that matters to me. So, I'll make a deal with you. I'll keep your secret, but if I catch those fangs anywhere near my sister's neck, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

Astarion met her gaze evenly, his crimson eyes unflinching. "You have my word," he replied.

There was a pause between them, yet it wasn't the awkward kind. It was quite peaceful, in fact. Skye drew in a breath as she returned her gaze to the stars. "How are you...able to walk in the sun? I thought vampires couldn't do that."

"It's true. Normally, I would burn to ashes by now, but it seems my tadpole has other plans."

The air genasi didn't respond, but nodded her head instead.

After another moment of silence, Astarion spoke up again. "You've hardly torn your gaze from the stars since I arrived."

"Jealous that my eyes are drawn elsewhere?"

"Well, obviously, darling. I'm the most beautiful thing to ever exist."

Skye scoffed softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Keep telling yourself that."

Astarion let out a genuine chuckle without a hint of his usual insincerity. "Oh, I do, constantly. It's one of the perks of being me."

They laughed again before Skye took a deep breath and pointed to the illuminated night sky. "I draw my power from them. There are many secrets hidden among different constellations."

The air genasi pulled a dark blue crystal from her pocket and held it in one hand. She waved her free hand around it, generating an orb of golden light. Constellations began to project around them as soon as the light clashed with the crystal. Skye dispelled her magic and put the crystal away. "I've been studying this for twenty years. I don't really need it anymore. It's more so for Misty, now." She finally met Astarion's eyes, who was sporting an unreadable expression. Skye cleared her throat. "Speaking of, I should be getting back before she starts causing trouble."

"Oh, don't worry, darling, I can assure you it's already happened," Astarion commented with a cheeky smile as the air genasi slapped her forehead. They both rose to their feet. "I would say I'd return to camp with you, but I've yet to hunt."

Skye nodded with a soft smile and pivoted on her foot. "Goodnight, Astarion. I'll see you in the morning."

The vampire spawn watched her retreating figure until she disappeared into the darkness, his thoughts a whirl of contemplation. That went a lot better than he expected. To be honest, he didn't know what to expect when she discovered his true nature. He had braced himself for hostility, for rejection, even for violence. But Skye had surprised him. She had listened, assessed, and then made a decision based on more than just instinctual fear.

Not only had she lightened up around him after he promised not to harm her sister, but she had also shared a glimpse of her druidic magic with him—the dark blue crystal, the way it resonated with the starlight and projected constellations. It was a small gesture, but for someone as guarded as Skye, it spoke volumes. It was the beginning of trust.

Maybe she could be of some use after all, but she would never put him before the little wisp. Yet, she had shown a glimpse of trust, however tentative, and that sparked an idea—a plan.

"A nice, simple plan," Astarion murmured to himself, as if speaking the words aloud would solidify his resolve.

He would get her to fall for him.

The thought lingered in his mind, both audacious and calculated. If Skye developed genuine feelings for him, she would protect him, just as fiercely as she protected her sister. It seemed like a foolproof strategy—or so he thought...

#astarion x tav #astarion #astarion and tav #astarion angst #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #named tav #astarion x tav fluff

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chiefwritesbook · 9 months ago

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it's time for a writeblr (re)intro

(I swear I never know how to write these BUT)

My name is Chief. I publish under T.C. Smith and I write SFF with a sprinkle of romance & political drama. I have a cat and two birds (they do not get along). I published a book last year and it's vv exciting (link here or smth if you're curious). I should probably also add at this point that this is a side blog which means I cannot follow you back directly - I will instead follow back via my main blog @the-chiefster.

In terms of hobbies, I am a hobby collector, which largely means I have more hobbies than I know what to do with and far too much impulse not to buy crafting supplies despite not needing them. I do digital art which I mostly post on my main, and here are some arts of my blorbos to break up the undoubtedly long text wall.

I also like to make chainmail. This came as a surprise to myself when I discovered that I actually enjoy it because I have approximately zero patience and linking together individual rings together until it resembles jewellery doesn't seem like something I would enjoy, but alas. I'd post some pictures of my chainmail stuff but it's all on my phone and I have none photography skill so they all kinda suck anyway.

My third and final hobby of note is gaming, and my current hyperfixation just so happens to be Baldur's Gate 3. As of the time of writing I recently lost a 43 hour honour run to fkn Orin the Red of all bosses and to make things worse it was a completely preventable loss if I didn't get greedy with hits. I have a foot in many game fandoms but notable ones include Genshin Impact, Dishonored, and The Legend of Zelda.

Please also enjoy this perfect setup from my dead BG3 honour run where every single ghost in the sacrifice chamber lined up for Shadowheart's Turn Undead.

Anyway, about my actual writing - I will have a proper WIP intro for my main WIP at some point (linked here once I make it) and here is a master post for the worldbuilding in said WIP. If, however, you are like me and the ADHD brain won't let you sit through a bigass tumblr post without getting distracted, please enjoy the below tl;dr

SOTAL follows the story of Talin, an elven queen who inherited an entire war along with the kingdom she's ruling over and now has to sort through an entire court conspiracy, all while trying her hardest to make sure that her people don't all get eaten by angry demon werewolves. Tragically, despite her best efforts, she falls in love with her bodyguard (who is definitely not a werewolf btw) and ends up falling even deeper down the black hole of court conspiracy and generally doing her best to keep people in the kingdom alive. Some shit goes down, lots of murder happens, everyone comes away from it traumatised.

I have now run out of things to ramble about, so if you made it this far, congrats. Have a cookie 🍪. Also go follow my art main @the-chiefster if you want.

#writeblr #writing community #writing #writeblr intro

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thefallenangelsgang · 8 months ago

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This is the incomplete scene the line from the tag game is pulled from. I'm not tagging it with anything in the hopes it gets hopelessly buried but I am too excited to not share. I am not kidding when I say narrative has not felt this easy in a long time.

Spoilers for Act 3 of Baldur's Gate, TW for Blood and Body Fluids (spinal fluid to be precise), I wanted the stakes to feel a little higher so I peppered in some bodily trauma hence the blood 'n stuff, brief uncouth language (there's a few fucks sprinkled in there)

Some context for it: this picks up after the failed Elder Brain Domination sequence immediately as the portal closes with the Party in the Astral Plane. The Tav and Narrator is a High Elf named Wynleth, she romanced Gale. All of the Companions (minus Minthara cause she didn't make it into the cool kids club) plus two OCs (repped by hirelings in my gameplay) are present.

Also, Emperor hate if you are sensitive to that. I'm not the Tentacle's biggest fan frankly, hence why this exists.

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At times the squirming feeling had been uncomfortable. It even had been painful, distracting from whatever I was attempting to focus on. This is a whole other plane of being. The fire in my cranium consumes me, making coherent thought impossible. My mouth is filled with the distinct taste of copper and something I cannot place. Pressure builds and it makes it feel like my eardrums might rupture or perhaps my head might just explode altogether. That almost would be a welcome release from this torture

Then all at once it stops. The sudden shift from everything being too much to feeling nothing at all is damn near deafening in a different way than the pressure and pain was. I loll in disorientation and hands steady me, bracing my shoulders.

My vision swims at first. Blues and purples and greys swirl like strange liquid in a glass jar. It only adds to the dizziness brought on by the pervasive numbness. The hands are still gripping my shoulders. I can almost feel my hands, almost. The gritty texture against my palms speaks to handfuls of dirt clenched in my fists. I will myself to release them.

It’s muffled but I think someone speaks my name. So close I can feel the vibrations in my chest yet we might as well be separated by an eternity. It’s an effort to bring my hand up to grip their forearm. It’s an even greater effort to bring my head up to look them in the eyes.

I can’t discern exactly who it is through the intricate dance the colors are doing in my eyes. The figure is dark against the shimmering ethereal background so it is not one of my fairer companions whose complexions would only muddle my identification more. I try to ask for a name but a strained sound is the only thing to push past my lips. Well that and a bit more blood.

A new wave of numbness washes over me starting from the crown of my head and spreading to the very edges of my person. A little clarity comes with it this time and the vertigo subsides.

“Take it easy, you gave us quite a scare.”

Shadowheart. Still muffled but sounding closer by the second. Something I’m hoping resembles a smile graces my face.

Then The Emperor speaks and a crashing wave of pain drowns the words out, ripping a cry from my mouth. No fresh blood this time though.

A pulse of Shadowheart’s healing magic surges through me, a touch too harsh considering she is dealing with my brain pan, but I think that can be forgiven given that it sounds like she is reaming the Illithid for all it’s worth.

“-stupid? Her brain has been scrambled enough. Until she’s stable, kindly shut the fuck up.”

The silence after is telling. That round of healing must have knocked something back into place though, the dirt comes into sharp focus. I never thought I’d be so happy to see pebbles. I’m less pleased to see the amount of blood and clear liquid that mars the ground and both pairs of knees in my field of view. “Sorry about your pants.”

My speech is still lethargic and ungraceful and I certainly missed the mark on the coy tone I was going for, but the way Gale’s face floods with relief at my coherence feels almost as good as the magic coursing through my veins.

“My pants? Don’t ever scare me like that again!” The incredulity of his initial statement melts into something of a mix of concern and joy as he cups my face. His eyes betray the fright I put him through though. I wish I had the strength to feel sorry about that but I really can only make room for relief at the moment. “I really thought that was going to be it,” I say thickly before gathering some saliva to spit the fluid in my mouth off to the side.

“So did we. It was… a lot.” Shadowheart is somewhere behind me. The fear peeks through her usually even cadence. I must have put on quite a show. “Is this clear stuff what I think it is?” I venture and really hope she doesn’t affirm my suspicions. Spinal fluid means something was desperately wrong. I grit my teeth as I wait for a response.

“Y-Yes. I think so at least.” Now she touches me. A gentle hand between my shoulder blades. “You’d think they turned on a hose the way it sprayed out of you, darling.”

The urge to laugh at Astarion’s colorful retelling of the events is a difficult fight, one I lose. I bury it into my shoulder and try to cover it with a cough but the way Gale clucks his tongue at the comment of very poor taste breaks the dam. My reaction cracks a smile on the wizard’s face, however miniscule, though.

“I’m sorry my love, it’s all just a little absurd,” I say, still gallantly attempting to retain some composure.

“You’re cracking.”

“Spectacularly.”

Teasing each other in this moment seems entirely irreverent to the fact that I almost just died and that the situation we are in just got a whole lot more grim but the Gods can strike us down for attempting to find some levity.

Gently I lean forward and rest my head against Gale’s shoulder. I’m fucking tired and I feel lightheaded despite everything Shadowheart has done but there’s very little she can do about that without actual supplies. I’m short a not insubstantial bit of liquid between the blood and the spinal fluid. It certainly looks worse than it is though. We could try a cocktail of potions and elixirs to get me back up to speed but I think I’d rather rest a bit before we try drugging me into fighting shape. Gale’s arms around me feel nice.

“Am I all clear Shadowheart?” I turn to rest my temple on Gale’s clavicle. From this vantage I can see my party gathered around in a tight bunch wearing grim faces of worry. Shadowheart looks exhausted, I likely took quite a bit out of her, but she nods.

The Emperor floats back over and makes a motion like it’s asking permission to speak, shocking me more than it probably should. But if the psionic link is going to turn my brain to soup then maybe it is best to ask the cleric first before she has to revive me again. Her stern gaze is comforting and promises hell if I end up with more liquid leaking out my nose.

The psionics aren’t painful per se, they certainly are more uncomfortable than usual. I try not to grimace too much and make Shadowheart call the communication off. Charades are not indicative of good battle plans and I have a feeling reading is only going to make the lingering headache worse. Besides, we really don’t have time.

“The situation is worse than I thought.” I watch Astarion roll his eyes theatrically. He chooses to keep his mouth shut. Smart man. “What you went up against is an Elder Brain no longer. The magic of the crown has caused it to evolve. It has become something more - a Netherbrain.”

“Is that why I took up the role of a garden water feature when I tried to dominate it?” The withering looks I get from my companions are severe. I roll my eyes gently and burrow into Gale’s neck a little more. Try coping with this clusterfuck in a reasonable manner.

“I wouldn’t have used that turn of phrase but- yes. It unleashed the psionic power back on you. You are lucky I pulled you out of there. We nearly lost everything.”

And reality comes crashing down.

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Recovery - Chapter 1: Brass City Scrangle

Aysla wakes up on a beach. Immediately, she panics at the realization that she has no idea where she is, and therefore no idea where the next drink will come from.

Her head is pounding, but a glance at her hands tells her their trembling is still light enough that she should be able to make it another couple of hours before the situation becomes dire.

She sees the dark-haired woman from the ship, knocked out beside her, face-first in the sand. She hesitates for a moment on whether she should help her up, or if she would be better off going it alone. Would she assent to their first priority being Aysla's imperative to find something to imbibe?

She scans the beach, noticing some wreckage a few yards away.

First things first. Please, gods, let there be booze in there.

With her first lucky break since she can't remember, she finds a backpack with three cheap bottles of wine inside.

It’s nowhere near as strong as her drink of choice. Her tolerance demands the closest thing to lighter fluid that’s readily available for consumption in Baldur’s Gate, so she more often opts for the potent and affordable Brass City Scrangle, an amber liquid better suited to wound-cleaning than being drunk straight - but she’s making due. This will go down like water.

She polishes off the first bottle in several long pulls. She takes a few measured breaths. Glancing again at her hand, it still tremors.

She sighs, annoyed at the symptom that can blame no one for but herself, having kept her addiction far too well fed, for far too long. Even after the first bottle of wine settles, slushing in her stomach, her nerves demand more. She uncorks the second bottle, takes another deep breath, and drinks.

She stares at a spot of sand on the ground, giving herself several moments to adjust to the fullness of her stomach. Still nauseous and nerve-wracked, the tremor diminishes, but the wine simply isn’t strong enough. She will need something more substantial, and soon. She tucks the third away to use as an emergency break-in-case-of-seizure backup if she fails to find anything else.

Turning back to the woman, she toys with the idea of leaving her there. Practically, though, she could be helpful in helping Aysla rid herself of the tadpole lodged behind her eye, and if Aysla survives the withdrawals, she supposes that might be something worth looking into.

She approaches the limp girl. Her long black braid and gunmetal-gray chainmail are sprinkled with sand. Aysla reaches a hand to her shoulder, giving it a firm jolt.

“Wake up, princess,” she murmurs.

After a moment, the girl startles awake with a small gasp.

“You’re alive - I’m alive,” she wonders. Gathering her surroundings, she announces, “We’ll need to find supplies, shelter, and a healer.”

Yes, ‘supplies’. Supplies first, I think.

“So we do! Buddy system?” Aysla suggests.

“Indeed - we’ll need each other if we’re to get rid of those little monsters in our heads. My name is Shadowheart,” she states.

“Spooky - did you pick that out yourself?” she teases. “I’m Aysla. Though I like the sound of Darklung, if we're going for a theme.”

Shadowheart scowls at her, without a shred of amusement. Tough crowd.

“Let’s get moving then, Aysla,” she retorts.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A shock of silvery white curls is the first thing they see peeking up above some tall grass, just up the path. The pair begin to approach a handsome elven man dressed in fine dark clothes.

"You, there!” he calls out. “I saw you on the ship. I've got one of those brain things cornered, just over there. You can kill it, can't you? Just like you killed the others?"

Aysla fakes a gasp. "A gentleman in distress? Worry not. We’ll save you.”

She steals a glance at Shadowheart, who still wears a look of light annoyance, despite the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She walks past the elven stranger, failing to identify a "brain thing" anywhere.

She steps a bit further towards the grass, and before she has another chance to say something smart he knocks her legs from under her. They tumble to the ground, joggling Aysla's already addled cranium so hard she thinks she may be sent into a seizure prematurely, and when they land, he’s holding a knife to her throat.

"Shh, not a sound," he says. To Shadowheart, he says, "And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy."

Through the pounding in her temples and white noise of her panic, she hears the muffled sound of Shadowheart protesting.

He turns back to her. "Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod."

She looks at him with her face screwed up like she might mouth off and tell him to just do it before she jerks her head once in confirmation.

"Good. And now, you're going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me," he demands.

"I didn't do a godsda-," she's cut off with a groan, and they both wince at the uncomfortable sensation of their minds probing each other, their tadpoles’ greeting.

"What was that?! What's going on?" he asks.

"If I knew, I'd tell you!" she says, her voice dripping with venom. "Let me go?"

He starts to slowly release her, and she yanks away from him with abruptness.

"I apologize," he says with little sincerity. "I suppose you're not one of them, then."

"Astute," she replies, dusting the sand and grit off her garments and readjusting the rapier she stole off the mind flayer's ship at her hip.

"And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards,” he says as if brushing off an innocuous faux pas. “I'm out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice."

Hold the flowers, she thinks.

"My name is Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me." He does a frilly half-bow.

A smile threatens to break her through her chilled stare. “Aysla, also of Baldur's Gate, also beast-snatched."

"Ah. We must move in different circles," he replies.

"I don't get out much."

It's an understatement - she had been holed up in her house for the last several months, only leaving for short, periodic trips to restock her poison. There had been a few times that she had purchased bulk orders, thinking that ought to have been enough alcohol to drink herself to death in a tenday or two. Despite her best efforts, however, she kept waking up. She was on such an outing, intending to replenish her supply for what should have been the final time, when she all of a sudden found herself here - her slow, ineffective suicide attempt foiled.

“That’s a shame. You seem like a useful person to know.” His eye has a devious twinkle.

“Depends on the use," she counters coyly, unable and unwilling to resist being an irredeemable flirt in addition to a degenerate alcoholic, even on death’s door.

He seems to approve, rewarding her with a laugh. She’ll be an easy mark, he thinks.

He did just hold a knife to her throat, but she recalls spreading her legs for men who had done far worse by her. Perhaps another time, if she somehow survives the night, avoiding death by withdrawals or illithid transformation.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The tadpoled trio stumble upon an unusual sigil swirling with purplish magic, with a hand reaching out sans body. A voice calls from the portal.

“A hand? Anyone?”

She gives a cursory glance between herself and her two new acquaintances, not wanting to be the one to have to touch the mystery hand. When they make no move, her impatience gets the best of her, and she stretches her fingers around the wrist, and yanks.

A man in violet wizard's robes stumbles out, looking grateful. “I’m Gale, of Waterdeep. Apologies for the dramatic entrance!”

As Aysla internally wishes for the sweet relief of death, their gang of not-yet-but-almost-squids continues to snowball.

Lae’zel, the grumpy gith woman whom Aysla remembers from the ship, is found shouting orders from a cage hanging from a tree. Aysla shoots her down, only to be inundated with demands to find a creche, to which she can do nothing but she close her aching eyes and assents, already trembling too weakly to find the energy to ask what a creche is. Thereafter, they stumble into a man who goes by Blade of Frontiers, somehow still attending to his business as usual despite similarly sporting a tadpole, before they invite him to tag along, too.

The rest of the day passes in a cold sweat for Aysla, nothing but a blur of meeting and greeting in a grove full of druids and tieflings. She thinks she might have agreed to something tedious, because Astarion rolls his eyes and some of the tiefling-folk beam at her, but she's hanging on by a thread. Her head feels like a swollen thumb and the sun is so blindingly bright that she thinks her ears may start to bleed.

Where, gods? she thinks. Where can I find a drink?

She prays that no one notices how her skin smells like the noxous fumes of a distillery under her perfume, and she holds her hands clasped behind her to disguise their trembling, but it only grows worse by the minute.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Exploring, the newly formed party finds themself in a dank underground crypt, where they swiftly dispatch a group of undead scribes.

Aysla barely notices how they crumble under her blade. She is dragging, quite badly, and her head pounds.

She dances with the blade in the literal sense, as she did not train for fighting, despite having a propensity for violence that would have likely found a healthier outlet if she did. Her high-elven mother had insisted on the more suitable hobby of performative dance, rending Aysla's ability to fight graceful and quick but overly flourish-y, due to her lack of ability to whip a sword without the fanciful punctuation she was taught to with ribbons and play-sabres.

She appears dexterous as she twirls, but her heart rate tells her she is in the eleventh hour, due to collapse soon. Her skin burns, feeling hot and cold and twitchy all at once.

With a swift slash to the nearest skeletal enemy, she ducks behind a pillar. Unlatching her satchel, hands shaking awfully, she uncorks her final, emergency bottle of weak wine, and gulps it down, as carefully as she can in her panic, to avoid spilling one drop.

Gods, how she wishes she were home. Endless bottles. A drunkard’s paradise.

She doesn’t even notice that Astarion is staring at her. He blinks once, then turns away without a word, moving through the shadows to dagger the last scribe in his vicinity.

All of their enemies slaughtered, the group rifles through the crypt, and discover the final addition to their troupe for the day - a talking mummy? Some kind of skeletal priest. They dub him Withers.

“What is the worth of a single mortal’s life?” he asks, crepey skin around his eyes puckering in Aysla's direction.

Sweating beads of pure ethanol, the hellish flashes of delirium tremens eat her brain so disoriented that the words fly out unfiltered and desperate. “A drink. I would trade this single mortal life for a drink.”

Withers is unreadable. He might look disappointed, or he might just always look that way. But onward they go, to finally find camp.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“No offense, but you look like shit,” Astarion comments, saddling up next to her.

She means to shrug, but her shoulders just jolt unsettlingly.

“I also feel like shit." Her teeth chatter.

“We need to be ready to end her. She is turning,” Lae’zel asserts.

“Thank you for your concern, however, I am not turning into a squid,” Aysla replies, her voice as wobbly as her steps.

There’s always shitty wine around when you don’t need it. Who do I have to blow for a drop of quite literally anything? Rum, brandy, toilet-brewed moonshine, hand cleaner -

At that moment, her eyes fall upon a miracle just up the path. She squints at scattering of half-busted up crates.

Please, gods, celestial beings, devils, fucking anyone, please, don't be a mirage -

Making a beeline, she holds her violently shaking hands up by her head for the group to see as they trail behind her.

“Not transforming. Going through withdrawals," she says.

Ripping open the first crate like a feral animal, her heart sinks to find nothing but old clothes. In the second there are only potatoes. She says another silent prayer, then nearly faints dead away when she opens the third.

Lady Luck, I could fuck you silly.

Sitting there like jewels sit twelve full bottles of Brass City Scrangle, nestled in their case. She stares upon the familiar label with unabashed affection, briefly wondering how many of these bottles she has emptied in her lifetime. A sickly amount, to be sure. Enough to kill someone. Yet here they are, saving her life.

She opens a bottle and tears off the cork with her teeth. Feeling her companions’ eyes on her but failing to care, she downs its contents entirely.

“Well. That was something,” Gale comments, his eyes a bit wide.

“Right, well,” she says, smiling as she wipes her lip with her hand, “The cat’s out of the bag. So a little embarrassing, my daily ration is about ten of these per day,” she says, gesturing to her Scrangle.

“It’s a misunderstanding about alcoholism, but you can’t actually just stop drinking cold turkey, unfortunately. Well - I suppose you can under the highly possible threat of death and the guarantee of two to three days of horror. You can avoid the worst of it by tapering. With this stroke of luck, I shall be weaned off in no time - no seizures, vomiting, or general misery necessary, gods willing,” she waves off lightheartedly.

There is still alarm on her new companions' faces, however.

Astarion alone barks out a laugh. “Perhaps you’re more fun than I gave you credit for!”

She raises the bottle in cheers. He's handsome when he laughs. She hazards a wink in his direction.

Warmth spreads from where the liquor sits in her stomach. Her hands finally feel steady. She feels strong - almost happy, even.

“Tchk, a drunk among us. She will be a liability,” Lae’zel scolds.

“I won’t slow anyone down, scouts honor,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Well, she looks stronger than she has all day. I noticed she was trembling earlier,” Shadowheart adds. “If she can deal with it without causing issue, then I see no reason why we can’t travel together.”

“Right,” Wyll agrees. “While I have to wonder, friend, what caused you to drink in such volume in the first place - looking at you now, you don’t seem the slightest bit inebriated. If anything, you seem healthier than before!”

Aysla forces a smile, but it doesn't touch her eyes. She's already counting the moments until she can be alone with her bottles.

Astarion chimes in after a beat. “If we’re quite finished, can we make camp? It sounds like we’ll just have to keep our little lush sated and move on.”

Then, almost imperceptibly, he repays her little wink.

Her mood brightened, and her eleven remaining bottles of life-essence in tow, she joins her group to settle down for the night.

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