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moonselune · 2 months ago

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Shadowzel + Xan | Hatchling no more

This was a request sent by @longjohnsilverfish but I had a mad moment and hated what I wrote so I deleted the whole thing, not realising that it would delete the ask itself - whoops, anyway, enjoy!

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Xan carefully eased the window open, wincing as it let out a faint creak. His heart pounded in his chest as he glanced over his shoulder, making sure Shadowheart and Lae'zel were still asleep. The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Confident he hadn’t been heard, he hoisted himself out, landing lightly on the grass below.

He stood still for a moment, listening, then grinned to himself. Another successful escape. He had been sneaking out for weeks now to see his girlfriend, and while he knew it was risky, the thrill of it made his heart race even faster.

Just as he turned to run toward the meeting spot, a dark figure stepped into his path. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. Even before his eyes could fully adjust, he recognized the imposing silhouette.

"Ma," he muttered under his breath. His mother stood there, arms crossed, her fierce yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"Going somewhere, hatchling?" Lae'zel’s voice was low, filled with the kind of authority that left no room for argument.

Xan scrambled to back away, his mind racing for excuses, but before he could form a coherent thought, he bumped into something—or rather, someone. Slowly, he turned his head and felt his stomach drop as his mama, Shadowheart, stood behind him, arms folded and eyebrows raised.

Trapped between his two mothers, Xan knew lying was futile. His pulse raced as he opened his mouth, trying to salvage the situation.

"I… I was just getting some fresh air?" he stammered, though even he knew how weak the excuse sounded. Lae'zel narrowed her eyes at him, while Shadowheart gave him a look that was half concern, half disappointment.

"Fresh air? At this hour?" Shadowheart asked, her tone skeptical. Xan sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

"Alright, fine," he admitted. "I’ve been sneaking out… to see someone. My girlfriend."

There was a moment of tense silence, and Xan braced himself for the reprimand that was surely coming. Lae'zel’s stern expression didn’t falter, though there was a glint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps. Shadowheart, however, crossed her arms tighter, her lips thinning into a line.

"How long?" Shadowheart asked, her voice sharp. "How long have you been sneaking around behind our backs?"

"Only a few weeks," Xan said quickly, holding up his hands. "It’s not what you think! She’s not bad, or—"

"You are young," Lae'zel interrupted, her voice steady but intense. "Too young to be sneaking out in the dead of night. And too foolish to think you could do so without being caught."

"I—" Xan began to protest, but at that moment, a soft voice cut through the air.

"Xan?"

All three of them turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows near the edge of the yard. Xan’s heart leapt into his throat when he saw his girlfriend approaching, worry etched on her face. The moonlight illuminated her features, her sharp cheekbones, the pale green skin, and the familiar steely gaze of a Githyanki.

For a moment, no one spoke. Xan’s stomach churned as he glanced between his mothers and his girlfriend. He had no idea how they’d react to seeing her. Lae'zel’s eyes widened in shock for the briefest of moments before a wide grin spread across her face.

"She is Githyanki?" she asked, her voice rising in excitement. Xan blinked, caught off guard by his mother’s sudden change in demeanor.

"Uh, yeah?" he replied, unsure of what to make of the situation. Lae'zel’s grin grew even wider, and she stepped toward the girl with an approving nod.

"You choose well, Xan," she said, clapping him on the back. "A Githyanki partner—this is an honorable match. Go. Enjoy your night together."

Xan’s jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wait… what? You’re… okay with this?"

Lae'zel looked at him as if he had asked a ridiculous question. "Of course! She is strong. Fierce. It is fitting you should seek out one of our people. Go, have fun."

Shadowheart, however, was not so easily swayed. "Lae'zel!" she said, her tone incredulous. "You can’t just let him run off into the night. He’s still a child! There’s no telling what kind of trouble they’ll get into."

Lae'zel turned to her with a raised brow. "Do you not trust our son to handle himself? He is nearly a warrior, Shadowheart. Let them have their time."

Shadowheart’s lips pressed together, her protective instincts flaring. "I just don’t think it’s responsible," she argued. "He should have told us, and—"

"Enough," Lae'zel said, her tone firm but not unkind. She placed a hand on Shadowheart’s shoulder, her touch both soothing and commanding. "We do not need to coddle him. He will learn through his experiences. Let him go."

"But Lae’zel—" Shadowheart started, but she was quickly silenced as Lae'zel leaned in and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Shush, my heart," Lae'zel murmured, guiding Shadowheart away from Xan and his girlfriend with a gentle hand. "We must give them space. Come, let us return to bed."

Shadowheart still looked uncertain, her eyes darting between Xan and Lae'zel. "But what if something happens? What if—"

"They will be fine," Lae'zel assured her, her voice calm yet firm. "Trust him. And trust her."

Xan stood there, half in shock, watching the interaction between his mothers. His heart pounded in his chest, half relieved and half anxious as he saw Shadowheart relent, her protests falling silent as Lae'zel led her back toward the house.

Lae'zel turned back to Xan, a smirk playing on her lips. "Be back before the first sight of light," she instructed, her tone playful but firm. "Or you will have more than just your mama’s wrath to deal with."

Xan nodded quickly. "Yes, Ma."

As Lae'zel led Shadowheart back toward their bedroom, the door to the cottage softly clicked shut behind them, but Shadowheart’s objections hadn’t quieted. She glanced back toward the window, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I still don’t think it’s a good idea," Shadowheart muttered, clearly not ready to let it go. "He’s too young to be sneaking out like that. And with someone we barely know—"

Lae'zel, walking just ahead, sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she turned to face her wife.

"Shadowheart, Xan is not a hatchling anymore," she said, her voice firm but patient. "He is old enough to make his own choices. We cannot shelter him forever."

Shadowheart huffed, her lips pressing together in frustration. "But he’s our son! How can you just let him wander off into the night like it’s nothing? What if—"

Lae'zel took a step closer, her gaze sharpening with a mix of affection and impatience. "Do you not trust him to handle himself?" she asked, her tone quiet but filled with conviction. "Or is it that you do not trust the Githyanki girl?"

Shadowheart hesitated, her eyes narrowing. "It’s not about trust… it’s about responsibility. He didn’t even tell us he was seeing someone! We should’ve been the first to know—"

"And now we do," Lae'zel interrupted smoothly. "And you have already met the girl. She is strong. She is Gith. Our son is in capable hands. What more do you need?"

Shadowheart opened her mouth to argue further, but before she could get another word out, Lae'zel swiftly closed the distance between them. With a low growl of impatience, she cupped Shadowheart’s face in her hands and kissed her firmly, effectively silencing any more protests.

The kiss was rough at first, driven by Lae'zel’s frustration, but it quickly softened as she melted into the moment, her hands sliding to cradle the back of Shadowheart’s neck. Shadowheart tensed in surprise, but within seconds, she relaxed, her arms unfolding and coming to rest against Lae'zel’s chest.

Lae'zel pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Shadowheart’s, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Xan is not our only responsibility, Shadowheart," she murmured, her lips still brushing against hers as she spoke. "And now that he is occupied… we have the house to ourselves."

Shadowheart blinked, momentarily taken aback, her mind still half-occupied with worries about their son. "Lae'zel, this isn’t the time to—"

But Lae'zel’s smirk grew, her sharp features softening with affection as she gently pulled Shadowheart closer by the waist.

"It is exactly the time," she said, her voice low and playful. "No hatchling to interrupt us. No responsibilities to drag us away. Just you, me… and a quiet house."

Shadowheart’s resistance faltered as Lae'zel leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, teasingly. She felt the familiar warmth pooling in her chest, the weight of her worries slowly lifting. Lae'zel’s hands were firm against her back, her lips insistent, and despite herself, Shadowheart found it harder and harder to hold on to her arguments.

With a sigh, Shadowheart finally gave in, her hands sliding up to thread through Lae'zel’s hair as she deepened the kiss. The tension that had lingered between them moments ago was swiftly replaced by a different kind of heat. Shadowheart pulled back just enough to look into Lae'zel’s eyes, her own still half-lidded with a mix of frustration and desire.

"You think you can just kiss me to shut me up every time we disagree?" she teased, arching an eyebrow.

Lae'zel’s grin only widened, a spark of mischief in her gaze. "It works, doesn’t it?"

Shadowheart huffed again, though this time it was more in amusement than annoyance. "You are infuriating."

"And yet, here you are," Lae'zel shot back, her hands roaming up and down Shadowheart’s back, her voice lowering. "With me. In an empty house. Tell me, Shadowheart… why are we still talking?"

Shadowheart opened her mouth to retort, but once again, Lae'zel silenced her with another

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Hope you guys enjoyed this, I rewrote it about five times so sorry if it's a bit rough! - Seluney xox

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moonselune · 12 days ago

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Heyo!! How about a shadowzel and wyll x astarion playfate with their respective kids (Xan for shadowzel, Lily for Wyllstarion)

yesyesyesyesyes i actually loved writing this so much i rewrote it about five times ahaha

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Shadowzel + Wyllstarion | Little Dragons

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The meadow outside Rivington was alive with warmth and sun, each blade of grass bending to a gentle breeze as it wove through the group, carrying laughter and the faint, high-pitched roars of Xan and Lily. They were playing nearby, crouching low and scampering through a patch of wildflowers that had become their makeshift lair. The two five-year-olds dashed around, imitating dragons with all the ferocity their small bodies could muster, “breathing fire” and casting spells of their own invention as they clawed the air and roared.

Shadowheart, lounging on the blanket beside Lae'zel, cast an amused glance at the children, their fierce game of "dragons" already filling the air with shrieks of delight. With the kids occupied, she let herself settle back, stretching her legs out as she watched Xan dash across the grass, his arms stretched out like wings, while Lily chased after him. Shadowheart gave a small, incredulous laugh as she looked around at their makeshift family.

“Hard to believe we’re here,” she mused, fingers lacing through the sun-warmed blades of grass, “keeping track of… our children. Do you ever stop and think how surreal it all is?”

Wyll, seated beside Astarion, leaned back and gave a wistful smile. He followed Shadowheart’s gaze to Lily, who was now roaring and jumping in an attempt to mimic some form of "flying," with Xan giving pointers on how to land. “Surreal? Absolutely. There are times I can’t believe it myself. I mean, Astarion teaching her archery lessons every morning so she can ‘be more dangerous than daddy’? I’d say that’s when it hit me.”

Astarion chuckled, reclining in a way that seemed to bask in Wyll’s teasing as he cast his partner a sideways smirk. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Wyll. I’d hate for Lily to go without proper survival skills. Besides,” he added with an arched eyebrow, “she’s nearly better than you at this point. Do try to keep up.”

Wyll gave him a playful shove, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she already does…”

Lae’zel, observing the children’s play with a mixture of amusement and pride, joined in, glancing at Shadowheart. “Speaking of ‘survival skills,’ Xan’s latest obsession with mimicking my every move has resulted in… let’s say, a ‘small’ dent in the training grounds.”

“Oh?” Shadowheart turned, brow quirked, and Lae’zel gave her a grin that was almost sheepish.

Shadowheart let out a knowing sigh. “Yes, I think I heard about his ‘innocent slip’—you know, the one where he tried to swing your sword in the sparring circle and ended up toppling half the weapon racks?”

Lae’zel couldn’t hold back her laughter, shaking her head. “The boy has spirit. I’ll give him that.” She watched as Xan pretended to charge a powerful spell while Lily crouched low, ready to jump like a dragon pouncing on its prey.

Each of them was already so deep in shared stories that they missed the quieter tones of Xan and Lily’s voices drifting from a few feet away. The two had gathered a pile of sticks and leaves, their heads close together as they whispered, faces lit with a conspiratorial gleam. Xan, brows furrowed in intense concentration, recalled one of the simple incantations Shadowheart had used to summon a spark of light. He didn’t know exactly what words she’d used, but he knew the feeling—and that was enough, right?

Meanwhile, the group continued their exchange of lighthearted mishaps and laughable parenting moments.

“So there we were,” Astarion was saying, eyes glinting with his characteristic playfulness, “searching high and low for Wyll’s prized cloak, only to find Lily had ‘borrowed’ it to wrap up a family of mice she found near the cellar. When she told me, ‘they looked cold, Papa,’ I nearly melted on the spot.”

Wyll let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned into Astarion. “It’s true. It’s almost impossible to keep her from adopting every creature she finds. If it were up to her, we’d be living… well—probably at your cottage, Shadowheart. Room for every mouse and stray in Rivington.”

Shadowheart groaned but couldn’t hide her smile. She picked up a nearby bread roll and tossed it at Wyll, which he caught with a mock-salute.

Lae'zel just buried her head in her hands, shaking her head as she pleaded with them.“Stop. You’ll give her ideas. Last time we had guests, she wanted to invite the barn cats inside for ‘polite company.’”

Wyll and Astarion both laughed, their amusement rippling through the group as each story became more outrageous than the last. It was only when a faint crackling sound interrupted their conversation that they paused, glancing around in confusion.

“Did you all hear that?” Wyll asked, squinting as he turned back toward the children.

At the same time, Shadowheart gasped, her eyes widening as she spotted the source of the noise: a small blaze flickering and spreading from the pile of sticks and leaves Xan and Lily had crafted into a 'dragon’s lair'. The two were staring, transfixed, as small flames began licking up the branches, casting a small ring of smoke into the air.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Wyll dashed over, his cloak already in his hands as he swatted at the flames, gritting his teeth against the heat. Shadowheart was right beside him, muttering a water incantation under her breath that caused a light rain to pour down over the blaze, extinguishing the flames just as they started to spread toward the base of a tree. The kids, however, only looked up in mild surprise, as if they’d just been interrupted from some perfectly innocent game.

Lae’zel scooped up an awe-stricken Xan, whose eyes were round as saucers, still dazzled by his accomplishment.

“We did it, Ma,” he said, half-pouting, half-beaming as he stared up at her. “We made real dragon fire!”

Lily, meanwhile, was scurrying toward Astarion, her small hands gripping his cloak as he lifted her with a bemused smile, despite the exasperation in his eyes. “Little one, what did we say about ‘playing with fire’?”

“But Papa,” Lily pouted, pointing down at the charred remains of their ‘hoard,’ “we were dragons. And dragons have fire.”

Wyll shook his head, his stern expression softened by a reluctant smile as he ruffled her tangled hair. “Yes, they do, Lily. But dragons are very careful with their fire. So we must be too, alright?”

Xan looked up at Lae’zel with wide, imploring eyes. “We just wanted to be real dragons, Ma. Like the fierce red ones you talk about at bedtime!”

Lae’zel’s face softened, and she gave him an approving nod, a rare look of tenderness in her gaze.

“You are indeed fierce, Xan. A true warrior. But next time, we keep the fire pretend, understood?” She lifted him with ease, setting him onto her shoulders, and he let out a triumphant roar as she paraded him around like a victorious soldier.

Finally, Wyll shook his head with a chuckle, folding his arms as he watched them, a glint of pride in his eyes.

“We might not be the best examples of parenting,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, nonsense,” Astarion quipped with a smirk, his voice teasing yet affectionate. He glanced over at Lily, who was now happily playing with a strand of his silver hair, a satisfied smile on her face as she hummed to herself. “We’ve taught them resilience, at the very least.”

Shadowheart snorted, shaking her head. “And pyromania, apparently. Can’t forget that one.”

With the fire extinguished and the children thoroughly chastened, they finally settled back down on the blanket, a bit more wary of their little ‘dragons’ but equally charmed by the fiery spirits that reminded them of their own.

As they continued sharing stories, their children nestled between them, each of them aware that while parenthood was full of unexpected challenges and near-disasters, these small moments of chaos were the ones they’d cherish the most.

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Just stab me in the heart already because i died at how cute this came out. Hope you guys enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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